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beiasluv · 1 year

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ok so i sent a request but im not sure if you got it bc it glitched for me

anywy its like the fic you did wherin reader and neteyam are twins and stuff and reader likes aonung and aonung likes her and stuff, and the main thing of the fic is that jake and neteyam (mostly jake) are protective of her like the "no boys until i die!" shi yk

anyway love your work xx

protective sullys

a/n: PLEASE, GUYS WE NEED JAKE’S DAD GIRL ERA PERIODT / i feel something’s not right in this fic, but i hope you guys still enjoy it 🤍

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the day your family arrived at the metkayina clan was one of the most beautiful and hideous days in the history

you guys were met with judging eyes and snickers from the people, while some gave reassuring smiles. you don’t know who to trust or where to go, but you hoped for the best and put on a fake smile to calm your siblings down.

but, neteyam being neteyam, he knows you too well. he sensed a feeling of uneasiness in your gut and he can feel it too. i mean, what do they say about twins?

while tuk held on to neytiri and jake, neteyam wrapped his arm around your shoulder, rubbing gently along your marks, and whispering comforting words.

“it’s goin’ to be alright, y/n…, i know we can do it, sully sticks together, huh?” he was met with your snicker to his joke.

but…one particular eye caught your attention. the bluest and tender teal eyes amongst the crowd stared into your soul. you felt your legs trembling under his gaze, yet you stood tall. neteyam noticing him as well made an unwelcoming face toward the intruder’s view

“well, our daughter, tsireya, and son, ao’nung, will show you the way of our lives. treat them with respect and be kind to them, for they are like babies taking their first step,”

‘so…‘ao’nung’…huh?’

settling down in your marui wasn’t as easy as it was back home. the floors are bouncy, which tuk liked A LOT, and there is little to no privacy at all. you miss the pandora plants and leaves that provided shade and coverage.

anyways, life was starting to look better.

until someone had to ruin it again…that familiar eyes you know so well, yet to little. he was staring at you again.

the very first practice session your siblings and you received much unnecessary embarrassment from the metkayina’s teens

well, it would be fair to say that you received them the least. ao’nung is always coughing or changing the subject

“well, you know, freak, if you don’t have those five little fingers then-“

“ahem, where were we? oh, right, let’s go to the reefs over there, numnuts,” ao’nung pointed towards the sea with his real fingers. “last person’s a raw egg.”

without another word, he swam off into the sea. and unknowingly to you, a grownup teenager, you still fell for the stupid game every time. seeing your siblings beating you to dive into the ocean, you followed in quickly.

but it seemed like your attempts had been in vain. bubbles leaving your mouth, covering your views of the world around you. like heaven sent, his -yes you knew this color- teal marked hand clutched your body from drowning into the ocean floor, dragging you up to the surface.

“are you alright? i am sorry, so sorry,” he clutched your face in his arm. “are you hurt?” he grabbed hurriedly along your body checking for injuries.

“i- i am fine, no worries, thank you,” you smiled sheepishly.

“now, hold my shoulders, okay?” he guided you behind his back. “breath in…we’re going down,” you breathed your last air and your body was submerged underneath again.

while at the coral reef, he took an extra effort to stay close to you. neteyam caught on what was going on and he wasn’t happy about you being close to that teal freak. lo’ak definitely gave a side eye on ao’nung.

that simple act of kindness melted your heart by a little, even if you didn’t want to accept it.

to say that when jake heard the news of your possible death, he wasn’t the most friendly towards ao’nung. tonowari wasn’t the most glad either. (dads being homies vibe)

plus, the fight they had on the beach didn’t help the situation get any better.

“please! guys! stop!” you shouted as you ran up from the ocean, finding yourself with the sight of a tumbling ball of blue na’vis

your sight caught the eyes of one particular metkayina and a gulp in his throat. looking at your fresh of the water and hair sticking to your body he managed to croaked out, “hey…y- y/n.”

“neteyam! lo’ak! c’mon!” you insisted. without a second thought, you dragged them by their ears and kicked off a metkayina attacking their tails. “please, show us some respect and we’ll reciprocate them, sorry for them.”

you flicked your head back and turned away from them, making your way towards your marui. that sight caught one metkayina to get lost in his mind and a drool slipped down his lips. ‘man, he messed up real bad.’

but in the mist of the mess, the heart of the storm, was just a lover boy trying his best to retrieve his chance

jake and neteyam turned on their ultimate protective mode 110%

“never bother my sister, ever AGAIN. you hear that?” neteyam hissed against ao’nung’s face, adding extra effort to spat a saliva against his teal face.

jake would be so protective of you 😭

he would always remind you every morning like: “no boys until i die, understand?”

hugs you all the timeeee. when walking around the village, wrapping a hand around your shoulder is a must for him.

protecting you from the eyes of the boys is his first priority. (cuz, obviously, he knows what those boys thinks, because he was once like in their place 💀)

jake would always tell you to cover up 😭 (as if na’vi clothes provide any coverage-) but anyways, he’ll say like “wear a shawl over your shoulder, it’s hot outside.”

always asking where are you going and when are you gonna come back.

lying to jake about those stuff are useless, so you did what a good child would do: telling him that you are going to hang out with ao’nung

i am telling you that jake lost his MIND, “WHAT, Y/N, HONEY, NO, WITH HIM? WHY?”

but anyways, our consent king respected his baby’s decision and let you go, BUT was panicking so much.

“okay, honey, what did i tell you?”

“yes, dad, no kissing, no hugging, no mating, come back before sunset, and use the talkie-walkie if he does something weird,” you rolled your eyes. for sure you are not going to mate with some dude on a first date.

“you missed one…”

“no touching, right, dad, what do you expect us to do if we are not allowed to have physical contact, meditate?”

“right, then, meditation sounds nice, doesn’t it?”

“dad!”

neteyam would kill for you without a hesitation. scaring some creepy dudes? easy

he gives out the best bear hug for youuuu

loves to comfort his siblings, especially you

jake is not much of a difference. he is super protective of his kids and you especially. his prized possession and the apple of his eyes.

being his oldest daughter, requires lots of sacrifice but jake’s affection for you is all worth it.

anyways, GOOD LUCK ao’nung, you need that. passing through the death valley with two demons behind your trail is not easy 💀

every time he comes to pick you up, he is sweating like a DAWG

“hello, mr.sully, is erm…y/n here?”

“well, where do you expect her to be? did you made a proper plan? son…, my daughter is not an object you could just pick up whenever you are bored.”

“yes, sir, we agreed to go-“

“ao’nung!” you called as you walked out. “bye, dad, love ya,” a peck on the cheek for jake and you’re off the marui.

“bye, sweetheart,” a smile for you and a death glare for ao’nung, pretty basic.

neytiri to the rescue, guyssss. she definitely have a soft spot for boys, and boys like *ahem* jake ao’nung.

she sees his effort for you and tries to persuade jake into giving in. and jake will be like: “pLEASE, no.”

but changing someone as egotistical as ao’nung to become more humble isn’t the easiest job. every moment, hanging out together, it was as if you rubbed his ego down step by step.

ronal and tonowari were GLAD. “please, y/n, tell us how you do it” 💀

ao’nung became the sweetest boy for you 🥺 *neteyam staring behind*😈

today’s a great day to treat yourself! 🤍

@rosaryos / @bumblinbumblvee / @nyotamalfoy / @fangirl-2610 / @astablacksword / @lokisblueskin

#fanfiction #avatar imagine #avatar the way of water #avatar x reader #imagines #neteyam imagine #neteyam x reader #jake sully imagine #jake sully x reader #ao’nung

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genshingorlsrevengeance · 4 months

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Okay, okay s/o being part of Itto's gang and Sara is constantly annoyed by the shenningans.

(Genshin Impact) Sara's S/O being part of Itto's gang

Sara regrets many things in her life. The people she wronged during the Vision Hunt Decree. The arrests she made.

And the biggest regret of all, falling in love with a dumbass of immeasurable magnitude.

Whenever they were with her alone, S/O was the sweetest person she had ever met.

They didn't care about who she was supposed to be, they loved her for her. Not as a general, or a daughter of the Kujou family, just Sara.

S/O was always so polite and courteous with her, never failing to put a smile on her face.

But the moment they were with Itto?

====

Sara had received news of a disturbance from the Arataki Gang, specifically demanding for her presence.

She showed up, ready to throw a couple of morons into a holding cell until she saw S/O alongside Itto, and 2 other members wearing-

(Sara) "By the Shogun, what the hell are you wearing?"

They were all wearing matching red and white striped uniforms, with fake mustaches and straw hats.

(S/O) "Back me up boys!" ahem "I may not always love youuuuu-~"

(Everyone) "BUT LONG AS THERE ARE STAAARS ABOVE YOUUUUU!

YOU NEVER NEEEEED TO DOUBT IIIIT!

I'LL MAKE YOU SO SURE ABOUT IIIIT!-"

(S/O) "-God-

(Itto) "-God-!"

(Everyone) "-GOD ONLY KNOWS WHAT I'D BEEEE, WITHOUT YOOOUUUU!~"

Their voices were completely out of harmony, and grating to the ears.

Worst of all, it was drawing attention, and everyone was beginning to connect the dots.

S/O had gotten the gang to provide backup vocals for a love song, for her.

(Sara) "Cease this racket at once, or I will throw you into the cells myself! This is a public area, you can't just start bursting into song like this!"

(S/O) "Aw, do you not like the song?-"

Sara shut her eyes as she felt her cheeks intensify in heat.

(Sara) "Do not change the subject on me, S/O!"

She had half a mind to smite them where they stood. Honestly, she was pretty close to doing so.

(Itto) "Ah come on, no one sings better than the Arataki Quartet! Right guys?"

(Arataki Gang Member 1) "Yeah!"

(Arataki Gang Member 2) "Dang right, boss!"

(S/O) "No one's better than us!"

====

S/O was involved in Beetle fighting, specifically making sure to call theirs "Sara" too.

If it wasn't for Shinobu's help, S/O and Itto would have been smacked upside the head by Sara more times than she could count.

And Archons above, S/O argues so loudly about her wings!

(S/O) "No, I won't let Sara make you fly off! Stop asking, man!"

(Itto) "Whaat?! Come on bro, just ONE flight is all I'm asking!"

(S/O) "Those wings are MINE! Back off!"

(Sara) "I'm standing right here! And they're mine, S/O."

(S/O) "Aw come on, I've seen you smile when you let me nap on your wi-"

(Sara) "S-SHUT UP! Don't go announcing that to the entire world!"

(Itto) "Bleh! TMI, nevermind, don't want it!"

Honestly, Sara has no idea how she fell in love with this idiot.

...But she couldn't deny that it did make her feel happy at times.

(Itto) "Goood, S/O never shuts up about you!"

(Shinobu) "Boss, not exactly a good idea to insult S/O to her face."

(Itto) "Psh, it's not exactly false either!"

(Sara) "R-Really?"

(Itto) "GOD yeah! They keep goin' on and on about how sweet you are, it's like, DUDE! I KNOW! YOU SAID IT LIKE, FIVE TIMES NOW!"

Sara lets a small smile escape her lips before clearing her throat.

(Sara) "Hmph. I'll talk to them."

(Itto) "Please do, I'm gonna jump off a cliff the next time they start gushing about you!"

Itto walked off, leaving Shinobu and Sara alone.

(Shinobu) "...So you're going to kill them for gushing aloud how much they love you, right?"

(Sara) "Probably."

Shinobu chuckled, her mask muffling her voice.

(Sara) "I just wish they could express their love in ways that didn't make my veins burst in anger."

(Shinobu) "Psh, we both know you secretly love it."

(Sara) "I do not."

#genshin impact imagines #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact headcanons #kujou sara x reader #kujou sara x y/n #kujou sara #arataki itto #arataki gang #kuki shinobu

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lily-fics-11 · 1 month

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The Girl Next Door: Chapter 4 (Hazel Callahan, Bottoms)

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The Girl Next Door

You hadn't been close with your neighbor Hazel for years. But you find her beat up in the locker room after fight club and all of that changes

Chapter 4

After getting cleaned up by Hazel and clearing the air, things are beginning to feel the way that they used to. Aside from the romantic tension, of course.

Word count: 3.4k

CW: Profanities, mention of injuries, illusions to violence. Hazel WILL melt your heart. (LMK if I missed anything)

You take out your phone camera to check the damage. A swollen bottom lip with a cut on one side. There’s bruising on your chin that spreads all along the jaw. The cheek gash looks worse than it feels. Eye makeup is smeared around from all of the crying.

The mess is captured in the click of a picture and Hazel laughs. “Did you seriously just take a picture?”

“Hell yeah. My face hurts right now, but soon enough I’ll be looking back at this and laughing. Come over here with your black eye and take a picture with me.” Hazel shifts closer to you and leans her head on your shoulder. There is a lot of blushing, but also the biggest smiles. This is probably the worst picture you’ve ever taken together, but you have a feeling that it’s going to be your new favorite.

You sigh. “I look fucking busted!” Hazel moves away, laughing even more. “Why do you say that like it’s a bad thing?” You wish she would have stayed close to you.

“I look like absolute shit! I can’t go out like this, what are people going to think?”

“I don’t know why you care so much about what other people think. But if it makes you feel any better, everyone's going to think you’re a badass. People even think that Josie and PJ look cool and you are working with a lot more than they are.”

“I look like I got jumped on the way home from school and it's completely unattractive!” You groan.

“That’s not the least bit true,” Hazel reassures with a very serious look on her face. “Don’t lie to me, Hazel.”

“We both know that I can’t lie to save my life.” Hazel’s reminder is paired with raised eyebrows and a snicker.

“Well don’t just tell me what I want to hear to make me feel better!” The pitch of your voice careening upwards cartoonishly.

Hazel’s expression softens and she takes your hand. “I’m totally serious. You are too beautiful for some cuts and bruises to change that.” You feel your face turn bright red. You aren’t going to let yourself take what Hazel is saying the wrong way. Even if she is holding your hand. Her words cannot be taken as they are desired, they must be taken as they are intended. It’s all very overwhelming and calls for a change of subject.

“Looks like I won’t be kissing anyone anytime soon,” you laugh uncomfortably regretting the words the second they leave your mouth. Why bring up kissing? Stupidity, that's why. You pull away, dropping her hand.

Hazel shifts around uncomfortably. “Were you planning on kissing anyone?” She quickly adds: “because you just broke up with your girlfriend. That’s what I meant by that. Not anything else. I would never want you to -ahem- do something you weren’t ready to.” There are clearly two very different trains of thought here, allowing for a sense of safety while admitting “not planning exactly. Just hoping, I guess.” Hazel bites her lip and averts her gaze while continuously taking off and putting back on one of her rings. This conversation needs to be turned in the complete opposite direction.

The opposite of romance is violence, right? “So PJ, she’s really something, isn’t she,” you throw out with an uncomfortable laugh. Hazel looks a little… upset. Based on your observations it seemed like her and PJ had made a deal before fight club that wasn’t honored.

“I know right!” she scoffs, “I can’t believe she was flirting with you like that.” Your cheeks had been red but now they are burning hot from embarrassment as another attempt to make normal conversation has been fumbled.

“Flirting? That’s not what I meant! PJ does that all the time. She used to flirt with me and my ex at the same time. She gets off by fucking with other people’s heads. I’m talking about how she beat the shit out of me. It seemed like you had talked to her and she just disregarded it. Anger aside, I have to say I’m a little impressed. I would have never expected that from her. I heard she had been to juvie, but I had assumed that she had been the one getting fucked up.”

“I told you that she likes to hurt people,” Hazel sighs. “I’m just as surprised about her not finishing things off as I am about the flirting. How could she flirt with you like that in front of” she huffs and scratches the back of her head, eyes darting around “everyone! When she knows that-” Hazel’s voice breaks and she clears her throat “that you just broke up with your girlfriend!” Hazel had always been protective and PJ is kind of a dick. So it makes some sense why she wouldn’t want you getting involved with her.

Hazel quickly receives your reassurance, “you don’t have to worry about me going near PJ. At least not like that. I plan on training like a WWE fighter and giving her a taste of her own medicine.”

Hazel laughs in relief. “Good. That’s good. Because I… I um, I think that you could do better. Not just do better. You deserve the best.”

Hazel’s kind words are met with a grateful smile. “I’m gonna find someone, someday, who might actually treat me well.” God did you want, more than anything else in the world, for that to be her. Those feelings get shoved deep down into a box to avoid any misguided hope.

“I promise that it will happen,” she assures and seals it with a signature pinky swear. A silence falls over the room, accompanied by a sudden reservation, coming from the disconnect brought on by years of separation. Before an attempt is made to break the ice there is the sound of a car pulling into the driveway.

“Fuck! My mom's home! She can’t see me like this!” Your heart rate increases tenfold. Hazel is somehow remaining calm, cool, and collected. “I hate to break it to you, but those cuts and bruises are going to last much longer than you can avoid her for.”

“Right now is not the time to do this, we need to go upstairs. Now!” The demand is made with urgency.

“Like to your bedroom, upstairs?” Her blue eyes are bulging.

“No Hazel, the roof. Of course I mean my bedroom!”

“Ok, sure. Of course. It’s just that I wanted to clarify. That's all.” She nervously laughs, probably in fear of taking a dive into the past.

“Help me get all of this stuff out of here.” You grab your backpack and she picks up the first aid supplies. “Are you going to make it up the stairs ok?” Hazel questions with deep concern.

You just shrug, “I guess we’re going to find out.”

“That’s a terrible idea. But you should go first, and I’ll follow behind in case you fall. I can catch you or whatever.” She gives an encouraging nod.

“That’s a terrible idea, but I don’t have time to convince you otherwise.” The two of you take off and you realize that you are starting to feel a little better. You’ve made it up the stairs and out of sight when you hear the front door open and your mom call your name.

“Hi mom!” You yell down the stairs.

“How was your day honey?”

“Good, great. Nothing out of the ordinary, not at all. Just like any other day.” You bite your tongue, in fear of sounding suspicious.

“I’m not going to keep shouting at you, I’ll talk to you when you come downstairs.”

“Sounds good mom!”

You go into your room and Hazel cautiously follows. She’s not sure what she’s walking into. You have changed a lot, she is probably expecting this once familiar room to have also changed. Your bag is left by the door and Hazel puts everything she is carrying onto the desk. You turn around and flop onto the bed, exhausted and still in a decent amount of pain.

You only look up when Hazel asks “you still have this?” She is pointing at a framed photo of the two of you from 6th grade and it brings on a sudden wave of embarrassment. That only gets worse when she picks up the friendship bracelet that hangs over the picture frame and looks closely at it. It’s a beaded bracelet made up of Hazel’s favorite colors and the letter H in the middle. She has one that matches, but it has your favorite colors and first initial. Those bracelets were worn everyday, with every outfit. She smiles, “I still have mine too, and all of the pictures are still on my wall.” You feel your heart skip a beat.

“We should wear these again, the bracelets. To remind us of how things used to be. So we don’t forget that we can make it through anything as long as we have each other.” Tears of joy are forced down and masked with a nod of agreement, to avoid revealing any feelings through your tone of voice. Hazel moves closer and sits down next to you on the bed. She takes your hand and slides the bracelet onto your wrist and you hope that she can’t feel your pulse. She is causing major heart palpitations that you can only assume could lead to cardiac arrest. “I’ll put mine on when I get home.” She promises. “We should take them off during fight club though, we wouldn't want to break them.”

“Yeah,” you agree with a shy smile. Your eyes lock for a moment before she breaks it and hurries to get up. Hazel begins fidgeting with her rings as she wanders around the room. She’s looking at everything, her eyes lingering on everything that’s still the same, clearly feeling nostalgic.

“Your glasses,” she gestures to them with a quiet smile. “I only wear them at night. I switched to contacts freshman year.”

“I know,” she mentions casually, looking at the pair of glasses wistfully. It creates a sense of wonder. Had she been trying just as hard to avoid and ignore? Or had she been paying attention the whole time and you were too busy trying to forget about her to notice. What else, if anything, did she observe? The next stop Hazel makes is in front of the collection of photos that hang on the wall. She points out Isabel and Brittany when she sees them.

“There are some photos missing,” Hazel states, sounding confused. She is referring to the few blank spaces amongst the immaculately aligned array. You take a deep breath before sighing and admitting “arson.”

“Oh my god someone came into your room and committed arson!?” Hazel looks genuinely horrified and that makes you laugh as you explain what happened. “All those empty spots had pictures of my ex-girlfriend. The night we broke up Isabel and Brittany came over and we burned them in the backyard along with all of her clothes. I guess I can add arsonist to my resume, along with street fighter. I’m really making my parents proud.”

“Sorry to bring it up,” she apologizes, though she has a smug look on her face.

“I have a photo I’m going to put up in one of those spots,” you share with her. “Yeah?” Her eyebrows raise with curiosity.

“The picture we just took.” Bashful feelings come with the disclosed intentions, but Hazel just beams in return. You breathe a sigh of relief when she doesn't seem to connect the dots. You took down those pictures and burned them, along with all the memories. Now you are going to put up pictures of the girl you wish you had never strayed from loving.

“I should put it up too.” Her awkward posture relaxes but she quickly changes the subject. “I should probably give back your sweatshirt. But I can wash it first though. I just have to remember to do that and then remember to actually bring it to you.”

“No it’s fine, you can hold onto it.” There is too much enjoyment in seeing her wear it to even think about taking it back.

“I’ll give you one of mine then. Make it a fair trade,” she seems pleased by the prospect, though it's impossible for her to be as happy as you are about it.

“Feel free to borrow any of my clothes, but I don’t think you would want to wear them.” Even though she is being teased, Hazel smiles.

“Oh really? Now I’m going to have to wear one of your little tank tops to school one day just to prove you wrong. And if I wear your clothes you have to wear mine.” Your cheeks flush at the thought of wearing Hazel’s clothes. Seeing her in your clothes does things to you but this would push you over the edge. And she notices the little tank tops? FUCK!

“I’ll even do your makeup to complete the look,” you joke, hoping that some humor can distract from the way she is making you feel. Hazel wanders over to the vanity where the collection of makeup is located. She picks things up and looks at them, like she is considering the offer. She picks up a lipstick, takes off the cap, and twists it up to see the color. Hazel looks back and grins, “this is the lipstick you had on today. I guess I technically wore it too.” There is a sudden hitch of your breath and you have to remind yourself that she knows the color not because she was paying attention to your mouth, but because it accidentally got on hers.

Hazel puts the lipstick back where she found it. She comes back closer, but she sits on the end of the bed and you wish that she would stop keeping her distance. But that just serves as another reminder not to be misled. Hazel looks down at her rings for a second and then looks back up and crosses her arms. God, why must she keep drawing so much attention to her hands? Does she have any idea what she is doing to you?

“You know what, I’ll let you do my makeup. Under one condition.” Your head tilts to the side, very interested to find out what kind of offer she is going to make. “I will let you do my makeup. If you let me complete your look too. That means you are going to have to wear some of my rings and one of my chains.” Your eyes widen, feeling self conscious, unsure of whether or not you are about to pass out. Maybe even drop dead.

An attempt is made to laugh it off without revealing that you are straight up fighting for your life. “You’ve got yourself a deal. But you should be more careful with what you offer. You know I used to steal your clothes all the time, and I’ll do it again” the fond memories cause lots of giggles.

Hazel raises an eyebrow and smirks. “Believe me, I know exactly what I am doing.” There is a sudden realization that you are going to be able to survive. If that statement didn’t kill you, nothing will. The two of you are stuck in a trance, locked eyes and sheepish smiles. Neither party snaps out of it until Hazel’s phone buzzes. You look away, trying to hide your face that must be redder than a tomato at this point.

Looking at Hazel is avoided until she addresses you directly, and you can only pray that your emotions aren’t written all over your face. “Hey, I just looked at the time and I’ve got to get going soon.” There is an attempt to hide the disappointment, which probably fails.

Thinking about how she is about to make an exit, you are suddenly reminded that the girl next door looks like she came from a UFC octagon. “Hmmm…” thoughts of how this could possibly be explained swirl around. “One problem. My mother. You are going to have to walk past her.” Hazel scratches the back of her head and sounds very unconvinced when she wonders out loud “maybe she won’t say anything? My mom hasn’t.” She is met with rolled eyes. But also a smile, at the thought of how much her steadfast optimism has been missed.

“Haze,” you laugh and her eyes widen when she hears the nickname. Red has become the permanent color of your face at this point. “You know how she is.”

“Yeah,” she sighs. “We can go downstairs and explain together. You are definitely going to need some backup” This amazing girl’s unwavering support has been greatly missed. You move closer to Hazel and pull her into a hug. “Thank you, you are the best,” you whisper in her ear. “Anything for you,” she mumbles back.

The stairs are cautiously descended before a hasteful entrance into the kitchen. “Oh my goodness!” Your mother yells after seeing two very bruised faces while peering over a magazine. “I know you two have your issues but I can’t believe you would do this to each other!”

“No, no, no, that's not it!” Hazel swiftly begins to defend. “We are actually friends again!” Your mom looks both pleased and confused. After Hazel explains ‘self defense club’ your mom isn’t sure how she feels about it, but is grateful that it has reunited such great friends. Friends. Oof. Your mom gives Hazel a big hug and tells her “I’ve missed you so much!”

After a bit more chatting you walk Hazel to the front door. “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow at fight club?” You inquire, feeling a little disheartened.

“I guess so.” She looks just as disappointed.

Looking down at your shoes you complain “it sucks that we’ve been avoiding each other for so long that we are kind of stuck like that now. We are on opposite sides of every class we have together. I’m pretty sure the only time we actually got to hang out today, other than fight club, was in the car.”

Hazel is silent for a moment which causes you to look up at her. Her face suddenly brightens like she has a brilliant idea. “Why don’t we just drive to school together again? We are leaving from and going to the same place anyways, right? And it’s good for the environment!”

You bite your lip. “Would this be any everyday thing?”

“Only if you wanted it to be…” Hazel blushes

“That would be great, that’s a good idea. It just makes sense, doesn’t it?”

“It’s my turn to drive though,” she emphasizes, and is surprised to be met with resistance. “Hazel I’m sorry, but there is no way in hell you are a good driver.”

“I am deeply offended. How would you even know?” She playfully rolls her eyes.

“You can’t even walk in a straight line!” An expression of shock and amusement crosses Hazel’s face when she accuses you of almost killing her this morning.

“I did not!” you fire at her. “Did to!” She shoots right back. As mean as you try to sound, the exchange is very playful. You could enjoy bantering with her like this all day but you decide to compromise. “Fine, we can take turns. If we survive.”

“Same time in the morning?”

“Yeah.” You tell Hazel and she turns to leave

“Wait.” Hazel pivots back around upon hearing your voice, and makes heart melting eye contact. “Before you go, I just wanted to say thank you. For bringing me to fight club and taking care of me.”

“I should be the one thanking you.” A rosiness floods the endearing girl’s cheeks as she makes the confession.

“I guess we can call it even.” You hold out your hand and she shakes it, but then she pulls you into a hug. You are there for a while and it doesn’t seem like either of you want to let go, so you decide to bite the bullet. Even though you really don’t want to. You know that you would stay in her arms forever if you could. But you need to keep your hopes in check. Goodbyes are exchanged and a feeling of dread washes over you when she leaves, afraid of getting left behind once again.

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cozymoko · 8 months

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hello:)) could you maybe do a yandere kaname kuran with another pure blood girl? the girl could be a pretty inexperienced vampire, maybe she was kept as a human for safety kinda like yuki.. change around as you like!! thank you☺️☺️

if possible maybe even a little spicy 😏😏

YANDERE! KANAME W/ A PUREBLOOD READER — 🩸

Pairing: Yandere! Kaname Kuran x new pureblood! reader

Note: Yesss, ofc!

Format: Headcanons; 2nd person

WARNING(S): yandere themes, slightly suggestive (bad)

THE COLLAPSE OF many pureblood families had unfortunately not been uncommon. Yours, my dear, happened to be the unfortunate choice. And with their destruction went your title. You had been forced to live as a human, without a memory to your name. All for the sake of your being, a new bloodline. It felt surreal, like a dream. A dream you had no choice but to come to terms with.

Luckily (or not) for you, a certain Kuran was determined to revive your former self. The real one he had come to adore. Hah, it's safe to say you have a very extensive past with each other.

Though he admits, your parents did quite an extraordinary job at hiding your whereabouts. Not even your average pure blood was guaranteed success in their searches for you. However, Kaname is no ordinary pure blood; oh heavens no! He is the Kaname Kuran, a rather selfish and greedy man when it comes to those he holds dear to him.

You happen to be one of the few. How lovely~!

Kaname reaches out and cups your cheeks in his palms. He savored the warmth of your skin, for it was the last time he would feel it. The gentle flushing of your cheeks had gnawed away at his last ounce of composure. Truthfully, it wasn't in his best interest to ravish you, though it was tempting. It would simply have to wait.

He almost felt guilty for snatching it all away from you. The subtle beauty of being a human, living your life as anything bus immortal, passing on with those you held close. Ahem — almost.

“[Name],” The man cooed. “Do you trust me?” You blinked, resisting the urge to squirm under his watchful gaze. He was a patient man, though not when it came to you.

Even having you beneath him for hours on end had not been enough to quench his thirst. Even now, he awaited your answer like a loyal dog, itching for your affections.

“Y...yes.”

Your hesitancy didn't go unnoticed, not that it mattered anyways. Your skin went soft against the chill of his lips, it was definitely something you had to get used to. Kaname slowly nipped at your skin, lavishing it in wet, hot kisses.

He held your hand tight in one hand, fingers interlocked into one; whilst the other tucked loose strands from your sight. Gently stripping you of the silks that concealed your skin, allowing your blood to bleed through its sheer fabric.

“Let me know if it hurts, [Name].”

HE WAS QUICK to wed you after your transformation.

However, he’ll keep it a secret if you happen to attend the academy. There's no doubt that you’ll be transferred to the night class to live alongside him and the others. Though he tries so hard to hide it, he’s a possessive man at heart. Kaname in no way views you as an object, and yet he wishes to own your entire being.

Under no circumstances will you take blood from another man - or anyone for that matter. If you do, he’s quick to wipe them from your sight. You should never have to rely on someone who isn't him. Just the thought drives him insane.

Isolated and subjected to hours of needles, torturous thoughts of the world around you. The world you had once embraced in your mortal body. It's a shame what love does to a person. It's laughable, truly. You just happened to be one of the lucky ones to get to finally understand what hell feels like...

Im intrigued; wont you tell me a little, dear~?

Soft tears spilled from your puffy eyes for what seemed to be endless. They were warm, something your skin no longer was. You had tried not to let your sorrows consume you, but today, they’d bested you. Hugging your knees to your chest, you peer out one of the many windows that stretched along the Kuran manor. Well, your manor. And yet it provided you little comfort. “What’s bothering you so much, dear?”

Instinctively, you reach out, allowing the man to scoop you into his lean arms. You were a fool, your mother would scold you. How could you ever allow a Kuran to woo you so; to take away the mortal life you were gifted? But you couldn’t help it, he was all you had. Kaname was the only one who kept you warm at night.

Kaname was the only reminder of your old life.

Kaname was the only one you could trust.

Kaname —

“I’m sorry…” Kaname murmurs, pressing a chaste kiss to the crown of your head. “I truly am {Name}. Please, dry your tears.”

Sorry? Yes, that he was. Although not for the reasons you’re thinking dearest. He’s a Kuran after all; the man is bound to be selfish! Kaname is so, oh so very sorry. He hates seeing you cry…but, he hates the thought of losing you much more.

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ritsusakumawife · 8 months

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Hiii this is my first time ever requesting so I hope I’m doing it right—

If you don’t mind, can I please request a SAGAU/Creator AU! Where the Creator just doesn’t care about their “Godly duties” (Helping people with their requests etc etc)

And instead of getting stressed abt the paperwork they just live their life relaxed and does whatever that comes to mind

(And maybe even spend some time with Kazuha or idk a character of your choice)

Please and thank you! <33

Dw you didn’t do anything wrong! And thank you for requesting <3

I sincerely apologize for any grammar mistakes I tiredly wrote this at 3am

I talk really fast with barely any pauses irl so the convos mayy seem a bit off/odd 😅

Warnings: Super ooc and bad grammar

Genshin Sagau x Reader

“Your Grace..Please excuse my rudeness but is it really alright to do this?”

“Mhm! It’s fine it’s fine”

“But—”

“I said it’s fine. It’s only a couple of papers anyway”

“Besides I’m sure you can handle it Morax”

“If that’s what you truly want then as your humble servant I have no choice but to obey”

“That’s the spirit!” You say while leaving

“Your Grace where are you going?”

“Oh nothing..Just uh going to go out and take care of some important business is all”

“Then, please let me send some escorts with you”

“I don’t need it. It’s only a short trip”

“It’s dangerous out there and it’s already getting dark”

“I promise it’ll be quick! Soo there’s no need to worry Morax”

“At least take one person with you Your Grace”

“Sigh..I already told you I don’t need it— wait..Y’know what, sure”

Zhongli quirks an eyebrow due to your sudden change of attitude

“Anyways, I’m going to go now Mr. Zhongli bye bye~ take care of everything while I’m gone!”

You go to a nearby field and spot the person you’re looking for

“Kazu! Over here!”

“Ah, your grace. What brings you here?”

“Well~ Care to join me for a short little trip?”

“A trip? Right now?”

“Mhm!”

“Please forgive me but, it’s getting late your grace”

“I don’t think it’s wise to travel in the dark. There’s a lot of danger waiting to strike”

“Says you. Training out here in the middle of nowhere”

“Aha..Guilty as charged”

“I’m sure it’ll be fine. After all I’ll have you with me”

“You’ll protect me, won’t you?”

Kazuha blushes but quickly regains his composure

“Of course your grace”

“…”

“Hm? Your grace? Are you alright?”

“This isn’t fair!”

“What isn’t fair your grace?”

“You!”

“M-Me?” Kazuha stumbles on his words ..Uh word

“Yes, you! How can somehow have such a charming smile”

“And that isn’t all! You, Kaedehara Kazuha, are literally the embodiment of perfection!”

“Perfection!? Aha..You humble me too much your grace”

“Oh, but it’s true!”

“Ahem..Shall we depart for our 'short trip' now your grace?”

“Hey, don’t change the subject— But yes, let us depart now”

“Your grace, isn’t it time for us to head back now?”

“Hm? Oh, don’t worry~ We haven’t even been gone for that long”

“Are you sure?” Kazuha says worryingly

“It’ll be fine. I’m sure no one but Zhongli has even noticed I’m gone”

“R-Right..” Kazuha doubts your words

“WHERE ARE THEY?!?!!”

“DID YOU SEE THEIR GRACE?!”

“GUARDS! OUR CREATOR HAS GONE MISSING”

“EVERYONE PRESENT IN THIS THRONE ROOM MUST HELP SEARCH FOR THEIR GRACE”

“Sigh..Sometimes I wonder if I’m truly the closest to their grace or if I’m just an assistant..”

“Drinking wine seems like such a good idea right about now..”

“I wonder how their grace is doing”

“WOHOO! AGAIN AGAIN!”

“Kazu let’s do it again!”

“I don’t think—”

“Please~ Kazu can we? Please?”

“Alright, just one more time then we’ll head back, deal?”

“Ehe~ I was right to choose you as my companion for this trip”

“Like SpongeBob always says..It’s the best day ever~”

Kazuha smiles softly upon hearing your words

It’s nice to see you relax every once in a while or rather almost everyday he does wonder though, who is this "SpongeBob"?

“Kazu? Kazuha~ Are you there? Hello??” You wave your hands in front of his face

“Ah, right, well then shall we go?”

“Mhm! We shall!”

And with that, you both decide to go for one more round of..Free fall

…

You could always revive yourself so it’s fine if you die

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cemeteryspider · 2 months

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Ballet on the Bayou Pt. 3

Alastor x Ballerina! Reader

Summary: After the accident on stage Alastor invites her to stay at his home.

Trigger Warnings: Injury, emotional distress, mention of Alastor's (ahem) activities

Word Count: 1055

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Alastor was made to stay in the waiting room as they set your ankle to the best of their ability and put it in plaster of Paris so it would heal. Even then, they said it would be a long way to being able to walk again. Feebly he brought up the subject of dance, but their silence spoke volumes.

He waited until your ankle had been set into place before he went home to check on his mother, who by this time would be worrying about him.

While he was there he grabbed one of his mother's old skirts and a sweater from their house. Alastor explained the situation to his mother who, as the loving woman she was, told him to offer you a place at their home. She also told him she would have dinner ready for when he returned.

When he got back to the hospital, you were sitting up in the hospital bed happily talking to staff. It seemed like a far departure from how you were mere hours ago.

A nurse pulled him over to the side and calmly explained that you were on pain medicine. He knew that you would be out of it for at least a few more hours.

A simple nod was all he could manage to the nurses, and he shifted his focus to you. He made his way over to your bed.

"Why aren't you just the cat's meow" A slight purr came from her lips with a big smile.

He let himself chuckle, even at the speakeasy a couple drinks in you, you weren't this loose. A warmth crept up his neck and to his cheeks and he hoped that you were too out of it to notice.

"I brought you some clothes, darling, I'm taking you to my house and we can call your folks there"

"Usually a man will take me out to dinner before takin' me home"

His smile was blinding as he left the clothes on your bed, discreetly exiting to give you some privacy. He informed the nurses and helped you sign the release paperwork.

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After safely bringing you home, Alastor observed her peaceful slumber before tending to his mother and eating dinner with her.

She was rushing around the guest bedroom trying to make everything perfect. He knew exactly why. Never once had he shown interest in another human being besides his mother. He made no friends at school, and rarely went out of the house except to the radio station.

It came as a shock to him too when he took such interest up in you. Maybe part of it was just how happy she made him. How quickly he started to change his mind about humanity.

"Mother, we don't know if she wants to stay here"

"Just in case darling-boy"

They continued to sit quietly in the dining room and eat while you slept soundlessly on the couch.

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You woke up to a searing pain in your leg and a vinyl on the record player beside you. In a seat opposite yours sat Alastor.

"Oh good, you're awake" He smiled as you wiped the sand out of your eyes and looked around.

Alastor lived in a modern house with velvety furniture. A massive stone fireplace adorned one wall, a majestic deer head presiding over the room. The crackling flames cast a warm glow, illuminating the velvety furniture that exuded an air of luxury.

"Wow, this place, it's beautiful" You had never seen such a lovely home. This was practically a palace compared to your meager living in a rural small town.

"Ah, thank you Dearie, now would you be staying here? Is there someone whom I could call? Or would you rather a hotel perhaps?" The questions swirled in your head.

"No, nobody to call, I left to pursue my dreams and when I went back to visit they wanted nothing to do with me. I haven't any money..."

"No need to worry about any of that, I will get you a room if you wish, although our guest room is pretty comfortable. Plus you get my mother's cooking"

"You'd let me stay here?" You tried not to get your hopes up, whenever you were with the troupe they always made you sleep on the floor. Or they would kick you out of the room.

"Of course! How could I kick someone as lovely as you out?"

You took the aspirin he guided into your hand and swallowed, hopeful that some of the pain would subside. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes. You spotted a pair of wooden crutches leaning against the wall, you would never be able to dance if you didn't start walking.

You made a move to stand up. Alastor just tutted and brought the crutches over to you and carefully pulled you up until your forearms rested against the arm rests.

~~~

After giving you a tour and formally introducing you to his mother, who gushed over your beauty and grace on the stage. Profusely apologized for grievous injury, and told you to stay as long as you liked.

Over the months of healing you had ahead of you, you helped her cook in the kitchen, clean around the house, go out for groceries with her, and help her wash and hang up the clothes. It was the kind of domestic life you didn't see in your future, but this somehow felt right.

~~~

Under the cover of night, Alastor silently left the house, a duffle bag slung over his shoulder. He knew exactly which train to be on to be where your troupe would be now. He also knew exactly how much time he had before he needed to be on the train back in time for breakfast and for his shift at the radio station.

He had everything he could need in the duffle bag at his feet. To any other passenger he was just a guy on a train, maybe going home for a short stay. In reality, he was paying Louise a visit. He couldn't wait to hear her beautiful screams as he wiped the grin off of her conniving face.

The tip of his wingtip shoes played with the bag near his feet, and he tested the weight of the hunting rifle and knifes inside.

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arisewanekosuki · 8 months

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Traveler's little helper -Extra-: Aether x Fem!Reader [Divine prospect in love]

[ Teyvat , Mondstadt ]

[Archon Quest Chapter III: Act III - Dreams, Emptiness, Deception.]

… -“Ahem, my friend here has some doubts regarding his future. Can we get a fortune reading for him?” said Nahida while borrowing Katheryne’s body. The little girl hummed. -“ Of course, of course. In that case...” her cats meowed, they didn’t seem to like your group. “Oho, it would seem that Harut and Marut are quite wary of you. Perhaps at some time in the past, you have somehow offended the gods?” - “Only mocking the God of Anemo, questioning the Lord of Geo's financial savviness, and brawling with the God of Electro... Do those count?” Paimon replied, you looked at Nahida to see her reaction for what your little friend said. But the Dendro Archon’s expression didn’t changed after hearing this, she probably already knew about it. The little girl looked confused at Paimon, but before she could ask anything, Nahida spoke. -“ Oh, nothing. Aether, go on, pick an aspect for her to divine.” -“Hm… then divine my prospects in love.” You didn’t expect Aether to ask for that, but you’re very curious what Nabiya will say. -“ Love prospects? No problem at all.” The girl concentrated and after a moment said “Hummm... The gods have spoken. The truth shall be revealed. One who is fated to cross your path will appear on…on..oh they already appeared in your life, but it seems they are oblivious to your feelings…And not only that but there…there are so… so many other people fighting for their heart?! How could that be…and this person is-” -“Alright, that’s enough for me to know.” Aether interrupted before the little girl could say who that special someone is. -“Eh? But… I’m curious now! Who are they?” You asked but Aether just ignored you. -“How about her divine prospect in love?” Aether pointed at you with his thumb. Now he is curious what Nabiya will say about you. -“Is it really okay?” you asked and Nahida smiled to you. -“We still have time, so hearing one more won’t be a problem”. Nabiya concentrated again and then -“One who is fated to cross your path will appear on... on... Huh!? So... so many people will fall for you!? How could that be...” she looked at her cats “Harut, Marut, did you two spoil my divinations? I've never read a fortunes so absurd.” The cats looked confused at their owner, meowing at her. -“ Uhh, actually, Paimon thinks this is probably the most accurate fortune-tellings you've ever done...” You looked at Paimon confused. -“I don’t think so? Many people falling for me? That’s impossible!” you said while scratching your head. Paimon only shook her head with ‘are you serious’ look, Aether is not even surprised anymore at your reaction. But this is not bad, for him it means he still have some chances to win your heart. But he wonder how should he approach you with his feelings. At this moment he’s sure that even if he said ‘I love you’ you’ll still think that he means it as platonic. Aether sighed. “This is no time to think about it.” He thought. …

When evening approached, you two decided to call it a day and rest in the inn. You two already shared beds before, and because lately you spent too much mora, you decided to take room with only one bed. You couldn't help but think who is that special person for Aether, turning towards him you asked. -“Are you sleeping?” Aether opened his lovely, golden eyes and looked at you. -“Can’t fall asleep?” -“Yeah…I been wondering…who is that special someone?” he didn’t say anything. After a while he sighed. -“ Wasn't her divination wrong? I don't have anyone special like that.” He lied. This was good opportunity to just say ‘you’ but he knows that you will laugh and say something like ‘be serious!”. He closed eyes, hoping that you will let go of this subject and just go to sleep. The room was quiet, all he could hear was the soft snoring of Paimon, who was lying between you two. -“Is it Ayaka?” you broke the silence. -“No.” -“Hm…Amber?” -“No.” -“Oh! Keqing?” -“No.” -“Then…Ningguang?” -“No, can we go to sleep?” there was another silence, he opened his one eye. You were pouting. ‘Cute’ Aether smiled. -“Don’t tell me…is it a bo-“ -“No! Goodnight.” He turned his back to you. You hugged Paimon and said ‘goodnight’ as well. You were feeling a bit sad that Aether didn’t wanted to tell you something like this. There are many things you don’t know about him, things that he doesn't tell you, things that even this ‘connection’ doesn't let you know about. You fell asleep with the thought… “Is Aether still not trusting me?”. --- Sorry for any mistakes, it's already late but wanted to post it before going to sleep... (。-ω-)zzz

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onyourhyuck · 2 years

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Anti Romantic. | Lee Jeno

prologue- “I don’t hate you, I admire you.” + “Do I make your heart flutter?”

tw- lawyers trope, enemies/rivals to lovers sorta thing, jeno is scared to fall in love/ jeno is a big anti romantic. Bickering… lots of it. Ahem cheesy. Jeno is a bit of a dick but wbk. Short fanfic, fluff. Y/n has Jeno wrapped round her fingers.

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you and jeno never got on.

ever since you stepped into your law firm on your first day at work, crossing paths with jeno hasn’t ever ended well for you or him. the time you had to share office with him was hell enough, constant bickering, mean smack talk. Hell you swore you wouldn’t ever do anything with him even if you got paid millions.

but that’s ironic now considering you’re at your sister’s wedding who’s really close with jeno because they went to the same law school!

now you’re trying your best to avoid meeting jeno but then you hear your sister’s cheery little voice behind you crawling up your spine until a hand turns you around by holding your shoulders. you were looking down avoiding eye contact but his voice brought you back, as if the voice pierced your body tight.

“Y/n?”

he blinks in surprise, a terrible surprise at that. your sister scowls in shock. “you know my little sister?” she’d gasp and switch to nudge you, in disbelief that you wouldn’t tell her. You nervously smile, cussing inside so many terrible threats at the man standing in front of you without any shirt; he wore a lengthy black suit with bare abs out. “lee jeno.” you let out.

“yah y/n why didn’t you tell me you know him! he’s a really close friend of mine from law school.” you heard your sister exclaim with happiness, at this point you wish your sister knew how much of a dick he is.

jeno softly let’s out murmuring with condescending tone that was marking its war territory. you fakely shine him a smile enough to get his blood boiling, you turn to your sister gasping.

you direct the bride ahead with a little shove. “sis you really should go and dance with your husband before someone steals him Y’know.”

the man follows along side your sisters trail with a sudden business card handed out by him. you raise your eyebrows in dumbfounding motion, curling at the white business card that you are very familiar with. he gave you and your sister an innocent smile. “If your husband gets stolen away, call me. You already know where to find me.” jeno sweetly tells and your sister smiles nodding. She walks away.

you thank the lord before turning to jeno with the most dangerous glare, grabbing his business card whilst ripping it to shreds.

“I see you’re still promoting at my sister’s wedding, thought you were here as a friend, not a lawyer.”

he tilts his head with a lifting shrug to his shoulders, you tried your best to avoid looking down his thin waist and chiselled abs— sometimes you really forget that he trains at the gym and he often brags about it, which also boils your blood. he was so darn attractive, that you wished he wasn’t so perfect.

Jeno whistles. “Well let’s just say business is business.” You scowl. “You’re a divorce lawyer! You cannot give her your business card when she just got married.”

“So?” He calmly said turning to face you. Your lips fall apart at the one worded answer he gave you. Nothing argumentative but still questioning your outbursts.

“You’re not her type.” You spat rubbing the back of your elbows. Why did he always make you feel so explosive you swear you developed some kind of anger issue problems when you met him. He smirks finding your response predictable. “Ah y/n changing the subject as usual.”

“Love is a ridiculous hormone us humans have. It isn’t worth it. Why do you think i became a divorce lawyer? It’s because love is only temporary.” he whispers closer to your ears as he leans down, the height difference was another thing that made you question him; he was both tall, handsome as hell and most definitely calm as if he held no emotions. he had this detachment aura about him that makes you so different. You were a feeler and he was a thinker.

“You know, being an Anti Romantic won’t make you anymore less to fall in love.” you spat pushing him away with your hand touching those milky. You’d walk away and he smirks watching you look so hot and bothered, he definitely got under your skin because when he watches you leave you made your way to go far far away.

“Hold up, y/n!” He casually shouts getting your attention successfully because you turn around on your heels watching him as he stops you from walking further, he reaches out his hands with a low smirk that truly gets on your nerves.

You look down at his palm raising an eyebrow. “What? You want me to give you money?” You exclaim in shock and Jeno rolls his eyes grabbing your hand, holding it surprisingly very gently. “I’m rich enough I don’t need money from you.”

“Then what do you want?”

“A dance.” He simply retorts as he brings you to the dance floor where hands took you by surprise when feeling them round your hips and interlocking with the waistline, he was groping all sorts of areas that left you shuddering at what was next to expect. You took a moment or two to adjust the situation that he brought you in unpredictable. It’s not like he’s asked you or gave you a choice. He whispers on the side where you could only hear him. “C’mon wrap your arms around me.”

you side eye him with a deadly glare once again. your hands crawl up his suit and to his neckline where you follow in his footsteps carefully, though the urge to step on his expensive shoes was tempting, you know for a fact that would cost a lot if he was to sue.

Y/n’s brain cannot proceed a motive of why your enemy, lee jeno, asked you to dance with him out of everyone at this wedding venue. You look up into his beautiful black eyes captivating you as if he was the starry night sky. Jeno’s eyes were like a universe resolving round you. He was beautiful, a hidden beauty outmost that people wouldn’t know.

“Why did you ask me to dance with you…” your soft voice utters only audible to him. “I thought you hated me.” you tell him again.

“I don’t hate you, I admire you y/n.” he tells casually with a heavy lingering exhale. “we never got on the right foot.”

“you think?” You sarcastically shot and he chuckles shaking his head as he pulls you closer into his body. You quietly squeak as your wide eyes as day look directly at him.

“Your heart’s beating fast, y/n.”

shoot, you cursed mentally as you push him away quickly. Somehow you forgot to how to breath when he pulls you in unexpected, why was he so darn intimidating at times— hell sometimes you wish he wasn’t so attractive so you could control your heart that skips only for him.

“that’s because it’s- such an exhausting dance.” You stutter backing away. Jeno slowly walks forward to you, as he grabs your wrist pulling you closer again. “Do I make your heart flutter, y/n?”

you purse your pink lips together leaning closer. It was time for revenge as tip toe pulling down his tie. If he was going to play a love game with you, he already lost. Your lips were quick to take on his, sending a deep electrical charge in his body as he felt goosebumps overtake him. Jeno was stunned when he felt your addictive lips with a taste of strawberry haunting his taste buds, you smirk watching him.

“Did I make yours flutter?” You bark.

Jeno blinks as he tried his best to find the right words, but all he could say was. Nothing.

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@onyourhyuck please refer from translating copyrighting and plagiarising my work thank youu<3 reblog this fic and follow me for more hehe

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triflesandparsnips · 1 year

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(eta 10/10/23: Having just realized that this is now a very easy to google explainer, please also see the full end-of-game roundup here: "when something is definitely not a game, but most definitely a gift" or my related #definitely not a game tag. We now return you to your regularly scheduled nonsense, currently in progress.)

So... so.

So this just dropped.

And listen. LISTEN. For people who haven't been following this Our Flag Means Death-related alternate-reality-shenanigan fest, the following will make no sense to you-- or, wait, fuck it--

A Brief History of the Javid Denkins Alternate-Reality Game

(I didn't intend "overly long essays about in-depth fandom-related shenanigans" to be my brand, but by god I'm here now and I will make us all suffer through it.)

Reality (As We Know It)

Established and verified gay pirate showrunner David Jenkins is a regular shenanigineer on twitter: retweets fanart, retweets cosplays, calls fans sluts (endearment), has ongoing fight with medieval cats.

Back in 2022, David Jenkins implied heavily that he had joined tumblr, but did not cough up his account name.

This is the sum total of real and actual events and identities.

Through the Looking Glass

Fans started looking for David Jenkins's tumblr. What fans found is the tumblr of one Javid Denkins, who appeared to be new, had a variant of Jenkins's twitter icon, and seemed to be cheekily maintaining an incognito by steadfastly asserting that he is definitely not David Jenkins.

Fans got weird about it, because that is the nature of fandom. I said something about it here, because I have Feelings about the Rules of Incognito and also about Not Being Weird About People Who Make the Content We Like. I put it as a reblog to the post, as per regular tumblring, no response requested/required because babes, if I'm going to be perceived, I want it to be organic. (ahem... FOOTNOTE 1)

I kept a cursory eye on things, because it can be Really Lonely to be a famous person who just wants to have a regular online experience, and if that's what whoever was on the other end wanted, then that's what they should get to have imo. Unlike a regular tumblr that I might reply to directly or engage with on a same-level kinda way, I let them set the rules of engagement because unless/until they came clean, they would always be Schrodinger's Showrunner to me, and therefore subject to my internal Don't Be Creepy ruleset.

My second Javid reblog was pretty much what I would do to any other newbie tumblr person (as they professed to be): adding on to a gag by referencing the "color of the sky" meme and also a seagull, for OFMD-related reasons (which fit within the ruleset, because Javid was actively connecting himself with OFMD type things). And Javid reblogged it, so hey, I was winning at tumblr interactions, a thing that is normal to want and possible to achieve.

Time passed. Javid dropped (what will be revealed to be the first of many) photo manipulations. (FOOTNOTE 2)

On the same day, Javid posted what looked like an accidental smashkey. I reblogged with a seagull, because again, established rules of engagement and me winning at tumblr interactions. He reblogged himself, though, with what looked like another smashkey, but was actually a goddamn Caesar cipher-- and started using the tag #definitely not a game.

From there, Javid started up a stream of fairly fun puzzles. I didn't keep up with it fully, but since it looked like Javid wanted people to interact, I interacted (while trying to ensure that other people could keep having fun too). He also started subtly changing his icon, his tumblr header, etc., expanding the bounds of the puzzle space, as it were. (And if you want a complete rundown of the puzzle history and the associated answers, this twitter thread is enormous and thorough, thank you @eefaevie.)

The seagull made an appearance every once in a while; I threw together various season 2 bingo cards in response to these potential spoilers; I spent my time largely keeping back so I could eat popcorn and Not Be Creepy. But... but.

The thing was, Javid's method of posting (in a "heeeere fishy fishy fishy" manner) seemed, to me, to be the actions of someone trying to play with the audience and/or provide enrichment for the enclosure. So after some thought and, again, remembering the loneliness of being a Creative Person but trying to be mindful that this person was still incognito and could be the actual dude, I started using the seagull to reblog extra content, links, whathaveyou, with the tag #enrichment can go in BOTH enclosures-- with the idea that, if Javid wanted to look, he had the option to do so-- and if he did, he'd be rewarded with, again, no demands on him or his attention, but just: some content. Some enrichment. Some fun. A "picking up what you're putting down" kind of vibe from one person to another, both of whom are, at the very least, interested in communicating with an audience.

To be clear: For me, at the end of the day, it had to be a choice. I needed to provide room for Javid to choose to enter the magic circle of my additional game play-- but I also wasn't going to hold my breath about it. This was Javid's space, with intentions and purposes I had no way of knowing (nor should I)-- I was just, metaphorically, bringing another set of dice and maybe some graph paper with an extra room drawn on it that he could easily enter if he wanted, to play in a space intended to complement his. He was putting in a shitton of labor for what was essentially just a gift; I wanted to show appreciation for that labor, while putting in some of my own to gift back.

So when the first round of puzzles ended, and a new one began, I linked the answers to one of his anagram puzzles inside some seagull gifs-- but I figured, why not add something extra? I used his pigpen cipher to dare him to use a book code next. To even see the dare he'd have to want to decode the gifs-- and if he ultimately didn't want to engage, no skin off my nose. (That's why there's a border around the magic circle with clear entrances and exits.) Either way, I was having a nice time.

The next puzzle type was a stereogram. (Neat.) The puzzle after that, though? I get tagged and informed that Javid has, in fact, posted a motherfucking book code. (FOOTNOTE 3)

Enter the Thunder Parasocial Dome

This is the point where I first have to be pulled down from the curtains by rational people who have only my best interests at heart.

(Having a whole Thesis Statement about why I was engaging with Schrodinger's Showrunner is one thing. Having possible evidence that my engagement was, like, actually engaged with is quite another.)

By sweet and loving friends and family I was reminded that:

Other people are, in fact, allowed to be clever about things too.

That all sorts of pre-planning may have gone into all this, and that therefore the timing was a coincidence.

That there are a limited number of easily accessible ciphers out there, so the code type could also be a coincidence.

And that either way I still have my important Don't Be Creepy code of ethics.

So. I took a deep breath. Cool. I was totally and absolutely cool about this.

...And in a totally normal manner I proceeded to lay an elaborate trap.

AHAHAHA JUST JOKING what I mean is: I replied to the tagged post, acknowledging that the sphere of potential puzzling had now expanded beyond tumblr. I used Javid's own fake-link trick to link to a seagull laugh. And in the tags I threw in a lot of potential internet-related alternate reality stuff.

But also, crucially... some more ideas for Javid to use. (FOOTNOTE 4) If he wanted them. If he was actually looking.

Since I was now playing In Earnest, I spent some time putting together a youtube channel, an alternate tumblr, a neocities account -- a whole new field of play, if Javid wanted to engage there. I pulled out the dusty memories of a Yuletide fic I wrote several years ago that used similar shenanigans to tell an interactive fiction story about Monty Python. (Hilariously enough, my first RPF.) I continued to play with all these new and fascinating toys.

A Strange Ship on the Horizon

What with one thing and another three years pass, a Javid puzzle eventually lead to an AO3 account-- which to me definitively opened Schrodinger's box: maybe this was a member of the production playing with fire, more likely it was a clever fan whose brain is fucking fascinating, but it most definitely was not David Jenkins.

But. Javid was still in incognito. And I still don't know if I had been perceived.

I read the fic the Javid account is writing (which is still a work in progress and pretty great ngl)-- it's a fandom AU, where Ed and Stede are fans of a gay pirate romcom called Blow the Man Down, featuring Sam Bellamy and Olivier Levasseur. The showrunner is named Javid, who doesn't have social media but gets cornered into agreeing to join twitter (rather than our universe's tumblr). And Ed decides, on a lark, to start a fake twitter account, tag it #definitelynotjaviddenkins... and then freak out because a large contingent of fandom shows up on his metaphorical doorstep saying HELLO, JAVID.

As if this weren't enough: beyond the fic itself, suddenly a whole multimedia alternate universe suddenly appeared, with multiple twitter and AO3 accounts beyond just Stede and Ed, forming an entire fucking fandom, Goncharov-style, around Blow the Man Down. It was and continues to be fucking wild. It's also amazing. And the porn is surprisingly approachable. (BUT SEE AGAIN FOOTNOTE 1)

Grappling Hooks Breaching the Parasocial Divide

The thing is, though. The thing. That is.

I have officially reached Level 2 Curtain Clawing.

As I read the fic and the accompanying universe, I started to. Notice things.

References to soap (but... but surely that's normal. Many people talk about soap, not just amateur history enthusiasts like myself).

References to obscure scents (LABDANUM. Someone referenced labda-motherfucking-num. But surely. Surely it is not an entirely unheard of thing; I am not the first person to discover it or the fact that it gets combed from goats jesus christ the goat thing I forgot about that--)

References to the drilled coin from the wreck of Sam Bellamy's ship, which appeared as a random bit of possible future lore for Javid in this bit of enrichment (but I put in lots of possible lore! I had a whole thing going about figureheads! Bad luck to kill a seabird! I had a whole thing for a while where I thought maybe the digraph code Javid was hinting at was actually a Playfair cipher! I have been wrong many times before and added lots of random possible narratives. SO SURELY THE COIN IS A COINCIDENCE).

References to... okay not really references, and I've never articulated it quite like this (though this is definitely my vibe), but references to the idea of these puzzles and enrichment being a conversation in and of themselves, held at a remove and existing entirely in call (Javid) and response (the audience).

Finally... I started to notice that Stede decodes/interprets Ed-as-Javid's puzzles in a long twitter thread (like... like the one linked above) but also... sends back puzzles. Like, well, me.

"But STILL," I screech from the top of the curtain rail. "This could ALL BE COINCIDENCE," I yowl as friends and family try to bat me down with a broom. Even, by god, today's drop... which uses a password-protected url shortener. The exact same one I used in an earlier enrichment. But! It's not like there are a lot of those! Maybe this was just the first one that cropped up for Javid, just as it was the first that cropped up for me! (BUT THEN AGAIN, MAY I REFER YOU BACK TO FOOTNOTE 4)

The fic is at chapter 14. There are, if AO3 is to be believed, 7 more chapters to go, plus who knows how much additional extra-universe material. There is so. much. here.

...And so many more opportunities to climb all the curtains.

“It's a great huge game of chess that's being played—all over the world—if this is the world at all, you know.”

So at this point... what, in fact, is happening?

I'm inside a Schrodinger's box whose sides are entirely composed of parasocial uncertainty.

Maybe Javid is here. (HELLO, JAVID.)

Maybe he isn't! (HELLO, THE MIRROR IN MY ENCLOSURE.)

Maybe I'm not actually being referenced at all, but the writer of that twitter thead, @eefaevie, is (HI EEFAEVIE WHAT'S UP HOW'S THE PARASOCIAL AIR IN YOUR ENCLOSURE DOIN')

I don't know. I can't know. Unless someone opens the box.

and my god, what if they never do?

tl;dr. This is the most enriching fun I've had in months, and if the magic circle is going to widen to include me, then friend, I intend to BRING MY A-GAME.

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FOOTNOTES

1. During the course of that mini-essay, I say the following:

"If it's someone who is not the dude but just a tumblrite who managed to catch on really quick? Well goddamn, good for them, and also A+ Wink-Nudge acrobatics. Real dude can have a peaceful time reading critical analyses of Goncharov, Javid here can quietly start introducing strange lore and running gags and other fun-with-plausible-deniability shenanigans".

One day later Javid starts answering questions about characters with enigmatic season 2 spoilery things; a little less than ten days later, we get the first fake link (which, imo, is the real start of the game).

2. This is now only 24 days after my "strange lore and fun with plausible deniability" post.

3. My dare: January 26. Javid's book code: February 4.

4. My tags on the post wherein I acknowledge that the dare has, possibly, been taken up, read: #you know what's cool? besides how #enrichment can go in BOTH enclosures #is how much you can do with html #like sure sure we've all seen the embedded links #but I remember the days of hidden source code messages #websites with delayed redirects #passwords hidden on one site to open the locked contents of another #you know #~normal things~ #I'm certain none of this will become relevant #because this is #definitely not a game

#OH HEY also eta 10/10/23: changed 'augmented' to 'alternate' because that's a more accurate description #definitely not a game #our flag means death #enrichment can go in BOTH enclosures #the absolute wildness of narrative and alternate reality games #a brief history of #javid denkins #and probably someone needs to start spritzing me with a spray bottle or something because this is #this is a lot

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pinkanonwrites · 2 months

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Also, not related to Misfire but still related to the period thing.

For context, I most definitely have endometriosis (which causes cramps that are so bad that I've been taking birth control for since my jaw surgery in 2019 to mitigate them). My mom had it before her hysterectomy back in 2018. I've even written fics where the reader character has endometriosis. However, in order to confirm it, I need to get an invasive procedure done. I haven't gotten that done yet, only an ultrasound where nothing was found.

I can imagine Pharma or Shockwave doing the procedure for someone, and even taking some samples of the endometrium that is not where it's meant to be. All while squeezing the stick. Who knows? Pharma might offer to do a hysterectomy and keep the uterus to experiment. I know I'd take that opportunity.

OURGH, I'm so sorry! My period cramps are bad but they aren't endometriosis bad, it sucks to be in that much pain consistently. Sending you good vibes and healing beams!

As for Pharma and Shockwave, though the full level of willingness of their subject is rarely the first concern on their mind when it comes to their experiments, it sure is a nice change of pace to have a subject who isn't all up in arms about letting the bot take an unnecessary organ or two. After all, if you don't want it wouldn't it be fine for him to keep to, ahem, study? If he's going to all the trouble to open you up anyway why shouldn't he get a little something extra out of it? Besides spank bank material, at least.

#transformers #transformers x reader #x reader #pharma #pharma x reader #shockwave #shockwave x reader #valveplug #gore #vivisection #pink chat #cheesebreadgremlin #nsft

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kiame-sama · 7 months

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I love your other Helluva Boss works, but I want to know more about Syren too! Also, what are your thoughts about Fizz and Ozzie's relationship? I've seen a few others comment on it, but I want to know what you think!

(how about both? A kind of fic-kind of headcannons for Syren and what I think of Ozzie and Fizz's relationship)

Warnings; same as for Helluva; "Graphic violence (not as bad), strong language, sexual themes, as well as rampant demon horniness", a few things are definitely NOT cannon but I tried my best with what I have,

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The true tasks of her morning began with getting the coffee ready and placed in the exact spot it should be. It was five minutes before the morning-person of the royal pair awoke to the sound of the Cock-oo Clock. The coffee was not black and untouched, it was treated with an ample helping of sugar and hell-cow creamer.

It was for Fizzarolli, the brat of the pair. Ozzie was a good dom and made sure Fizz's favorite coffee was ready when the pair finally awoke. Truly, it was what gave Fizz a good energy kick in an already energetic moment.

Then came directing the staff succubi around. Some were tasked with carrying clean sheets for the bed, others were tasked with organizing the files for Ozzie's work day. Every staff member had a task and silently followed the direction of the blood-line imp.

The distinct smell of bacon being cooked signaled the next change in task; feeding and harnessing the Quieves. Fizz had a trip to take to the Greed Ring and he wanted to take the Quieves with him. This meant that Princess would have plenty of down-time as Fizz enjoyed getting her ready himself and took it quite seriously. The others; Lulu, Fifi, Precious, Darling, Honey, Baby, Sweets, and Flower, all had to be harnessed and connected to their multi-leash.

It was at times like these where one could see how much Ozzie truly cared about Fizz. That multi-leash was a gift from Ozzie in a long line of special-ordered engraved gifts.

The collection began with Princess.

She had been a gift to Fizz from Ozzie especially after one bad night where the jester's implants backfired and caused him pain. The things he had adapted to as his limbs failed him and hurt him, so he was feeling truly down with the situation. Ozzie flat refused to let Fizz be in pain and removed them to work on them Himself. Without his mechanical limbs, Fizz wanted to have a wheelchair so he could still spend time with Ozzie. Fizz saw her first while on his phone. He felt a bond instantly, and Ozzie just had to get the Quieve for Fizz. The rest followed soon after, most being rescues that others didn't want or care for.

Every time Fizz gets another Quieve, Ozzie has another multi-leash made just so they can all be taken on a walk. They are presents that go hand-in-hand and usually are given on the same day. Ozzie is nothing if not a true King of doms.

From getting the Quieves ready, it transitions to doing summary work for Ozzie. The prince of Lust did not like extensive reading when it comes to work, pictures being much more attuned to how He processed information and thought about things. This meant that blueprints had to be drawn accurately with only the most vital details, all subject to change depending on what Ozzie wanted. Just another 'Jack-of-All-Trades' aspect of being a blood-line imp. Art and sketching skills came with the territory.

As did vibrator designing, oddly enough.

Beyond that was greeting prince Stolas while Ozzie was busy in the factory. The appointment was for noon, but Ozzie never did run on a fine-line schedule unless it was for Fizz and Fizz alone.

The owl prince sat anxiously holding his crown and checking the time repeatedly. He had been let in and guided to the seating area outside of Ozzie's office to await the prince of Lust.

"Greetings, prince Stolas."

"Oh," the prince jumped a little in surprise, "I didn't realize- ahem. I am here for my appointment with Prince Asmodeus at noon," his eyes flicked to the time again, "I... trust this is the correct day scheduled?"

"Yes, your highness. Ozzie is running a bit late with work in the factory. He will call for you when he is ready, though I do apologize for the wait."

"It's no trouble! Truly. I am glad He had time for me in His schedule at all."

"Would you like anything during your wait?"

"No, please don't mind me. I'm quite alright."

"As you wish. Call for me, should any need arise. I am here to at least somewhat ease your wait."

The owl prince considered this, his four eyes narrowing slightly in thought. He did have a question, but he didn't know if it would be rude to ask the blood-line imp or not.

"Does... does Prince Asmodeus often part with his crystals?"

"That depends. It is a case by case basis, but unless he has a particular dislike- or if his 'business' partner Fizz has a particular dislike- for the one benefiting, he typically can be convinced. I will give warning, however, Fizzarolli is out of the Lust Ring currently and in the Greed Ring. His Highness can get... curt... when He is worried, and as it is the Greed Ring, He is very worried. Should you hear the sound of a frog ringtone, it is likely He will end the discussion there as the one messaging Him has greater value over most, myself included."

Stolas asked no more questions, simply nodding and taking the advice to heart. Thus carried on the next four hours.

The next activity shift came with the rumbling roar of a furious Asmodeus. An event that could likely only be triggered by one thing; something happened to Fizz.

The information was easy to gather based on the sudden appearance of a lawyer demanding to an audience with Ozzie. The demon had far too much arrogance for your liking and you knew he wouldn't live long if Ozzie had anything to say about it.

The task was now simple; Find Fizz and retrieve the likely scattered or equally kidnapped Quieves. Fizz was the priority, then Princess, then the others. The loss of one being unforgivable but the loss of Fizz being a death sentence. Her very life hung in the balance, but such was life serving a Sin.

Princess was the easiest to find as she was the one with enough sense to return to The Jizzlord limo with Fizz suddenly taken. Precious, Honey, and Flower had the sense to follow Princess back to the limo. The driver wouldn't allow it to be stolen without first giving his life to defend it. The other five were not hard to find as they luckily stayed together. With the nine rounded up, The Jizzlord was sent back to the Lust Ring with the pups in tow.

All that was left was finding Fizz. Tracking him was difficult with the fact that not a trace was left and several hours had passed since he was snatched. Luckily his cybernetic limbs had tracers in them just for the situation of potential kidnapping. It took some time to get to the specified location, dodging and ending those who sought to rob her. The only thing that did manage to stall her was an unusual Wrath Ring imp, identifiable by the more snake-like qualities he carried.

She stopped because he stood outside the building Fizz's cybernetic trackers were, so either they removed his limbs, or he was inside.

The imp himself looked like he was frustrated- or perhaps he always looked that way- and he was grumbling something about an apparent 'hick-for-hire'. Once his eyes landed on her's though, he completely changed.

At first, he seemed to slightly grin upon seeing a female imp approaching. Then his ringed eyes flicked up to her forehead and that smirk turned into a sneer. He seemed to go between her chest and her brand before settling on her eyes with that apparent glare on his face.

"Well, lookie here. Another fuckin' disgrace to imp kind; not a purse dog but the fucking purse itself. A bit far from your Ring, eh blue-bitch?"

A typical insult used by most anti-royal demons so it had little effect, not that anything he said really could get a rise out of her. The few things that riled her only made her more stone-cold as opposed to how she was typically emotionally open with her Prince and Fizz. When she worked, there was only the goal ahead, her feelings be damned.

"Yes," he frowned at her response but she continued, "I am an absolute disgrace to imps everywhere, because I chose to be born into my famil- wait. No. Didn't do that. I certainly decided to serve a royal- no, wait. Wrong again, I was born and raised for the sole purpose for serving. Well how about being responsible for my parents deciding to- no, they were born into it too. Hmm," her voice was now clearly dripped a serious kind of sarcasm, one of her brows lifting just a twitch, "seems like I am just a bred-to-serve blood-line imp! So if anything, I am serving my intended purpose. You, on the other hand..."

The snake imp hissed and his tail went off with a rattle, his sneer becoming a snarl. His eyes narrowed, the yellow in them glowing with simmering rage. He rest his hand on the holstered pistol on his hip.

"I'm what, blue-bitch? Tell me. Make my fuckin' day."

"You are no better than me. Working for royals and royal-wannabes? Goetia? You talk like you hate them and want them all gone, but you are as dependent on them as I am dependent on my Prince. At least my leash gets to be diamond encrusted, your's can be that rope you're carrying. It doesn't work to help you, only your benefactors."

One glowing yellow eye twitched as he debated on shooting the Royal's bitch point blank, but he still heard her words clearly. They made an annoying amount of sense and he hated that. Before he could decide what to do, the sound of a ruckus going on inside drew his attention. Of course he was expected to show up as he was hired by the mobster in charge, so he decided to break off the stand-off. It sure as hell didn't mean he quit or conceded but he was needed elsewhere.

Striker's distraction from her and quick entry into the building gave her a quick look inside. It appeared that Fizz and Blitzo- someone Fizz hated for betraying him- were talking while dealing with those inside. From what she learned of Blitzo, he now went by Blitzø and was well known for killing with efficiency and skill. Fizz was no fighter, but he seemed to actually be enjoying the talk and mending burned bridges.

The mission is no longer save Fizz, but let Fizz be saved by his childhood friend turned enemy. He was in good hands.

Of course, a car would be acquired and brought to wherever Fizz wound up once leaving the warehouse. He could at least be brought back to Ozzie safely and all would once again be at peace.

The wait was not long, but the scene met up on arrival was rather shocking. There was fire everywhere and it seemed like Fizz was actually hugging Blitzø. From what she could tell, they made up thanks to the situation they were in together. She walked up, looking up at the two and wondering how she was going to get them down.

But, first things first;

"Your highness Fizzarolli, are you alright?"

"Woah, holy shit, Syren? Is Ozzie okay?"

"Highness Ozzie is being extorted for your safe return. I am here to try and prevent that from taking place. Luckily, the arrogant lawyer is trying to drag it out and make Him distraught so He has not agreed to anything yet."

It was then his friend spoke up, looking between her and Fizz.

"Wait a damn second, who is this hoe?"

"She's Ozzie's main blood-line imp, Syren. She kinda runs everything for Ozzie other than big stuff and she is the one Ozzie and I trust most!"

"Shit, I knew blood-line imps were a thing, but damn, didn't think I'd meet one outside of a fucking Sin's palace."

"Yeah! She-"

"Does this mean you can fuck her whenever you want?"

"Well, I mean, technically- damn it, Blitzo! Stop! Now let's get off this damn thing, I want to go home."

Syren sighed in relief and caught the jester as he jumped down into her arms, letting Blitzø climb down on his own. The car was ready and waiting for the pair as she returned to the driver's seat, headed back to the Ring transport to return to Lust. Both imps actually seemed relaxed in the company of one another despite the history Fizz claimed them to have.

"So, Fizz, what makes her special, hm? Why her and not one of the horny-rooster's succu-bitches?"

"Do you really not know what blood-line imps are?"

"Well," he sounded like he was making excuses now, "of course I do! I want to see if you know."

"Uh-huh, sure. Her family has worked for Ozzie since hell was formed! Most Sins have a preference for how their blood-line imps look, and Ozzie likes them to be more pink, not red like Lucifer or tan like Satan. Blood-line imps are bred to be strong but not very aggressive, so they can do whatever their Sin needs them to without getting all worked up. Ozzie says their horns are also supposed to be blunt and not pointed like most imps."

"Yeah, but why? Why do all this shit for an imp that can just be hired?"

"Because any hired imp can turn if they feel like it. Blood-line imps are born, raised, and bred to be loyal to their Sin without fail. Can't just hire any imp to take care of vital operations, need a blood-line imp to actually do the job without being corrupt as fuck."

"An imp that isn't corrupt? I'll believe it when I fucking see it."

"Syren knows about... about me and Ozzie. She hasn't told anyone but she treats me like she does Ozzie; like a royal. I'm sure demons try to convince or buy information from her, but she doesn't ever say a word about us to anyone."

She remained silent during the conversation, her forehead brand being enough to get her through to the Sin-exclusive transportation, so they didn't even have to get out of the car before they were back on Lust's roads and headed to Ozzies.

"Highness, can Blitzø find his way back on his own, or does he need an escort to his home ring?"

"Eh, Blitzo can just take the car from Ozzie's. Can you take me right to Ozzie when we get there?"

"Anything for you, highness."

Parking in front of Ozzie's was usually enough of a crime in the Lust Ring to get you jailed, but once they saw Syren, they quickly let the group be. Fizz said his farewells and Blitzø took the car to head back to his Ring. As requested, Syren led Fizz straight to Ozzie's office. From inside, the distinct snarl of an angry Ozzie put some pep in Fizz's step as he hurried in to soothe the Sin.

Not long after Fizz entered the office, prince Stolas emerged. He seemed amused, or perhaps vaguely smug as he left the office.

"Hello again, prince Stolas. Would you like transportation to your manor or will you be handling that yourself?"

"I can handle it. Thank you for your help, little one."

The sudden scream of terror from inside the office told Syren and Stolas that the arrogant lawyer demon was no more. Ozzie was not gentle when it came to revenge for His favorite jester and the sounds from His office made that clear. Syren gave a polite bow to the Goetia and returned to her duties, waiting for another call from Ozzie or Fizz.

When the two emerged from the office, she followed along silently as an ever present shadow of the Sin himself. She even smirked at the fear the succubi and incubi showed when Ozzie made an obvious threat should anyone think they want to go to the news about seeing Fizz and Ozzie together. Their room had already been cleaned and prepared for the two in anticipation of their arrival, Syren stopping and posting up by the door.

"Wait, Oz, the babies! I left them! What if they're scared and lost? And Princess is-"

"I have gathered up and ensured the safe return of all Quieves. They are a bit shaken from their ordeal, but I have been informed that they are tucked in and sleeping comfortably now."

"Whew! Thank fuck for that!"

"Upon hearing of the ransom, I made sure to go to Greed and gather them up. Princess is very smart and made her way back to the Jizzlord by herself."

It was then Ozzie gave a happy smile, nuzzling the top of Fizz's head affectionately.

"See babe? Everything is okay. Let me take care of you Fizzie-Frog."

"Oz..."

The evening carried on as most evenings did with just the two, quietly. Ozzie fixed the hand-crafted cybernetics Fizz used so happily and it was clear Fizz was thrilled to have his limbs back. He bounced and flipped with joy, seeming quite relaxed now that he was finally back with his Ozzie.

"The new tube of 'Loob' is in your bedside drawer, Your Highness."

"Good work as always, Ren dear."

"Happy to help, Prince Ozzie."

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