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bratphilia · 6 months

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his bunny (w. afton x reader)

request: "hii!! i have been obsessed with your lillard!afton fics lately and i just have to ask you to write another. i was wondering if you could do something like afab! reader is a student in college and william is her engineering professor? she is purposefully failing his class just to get his attention and some “extra credit”. but little does she know william has been obsessed with her ever since she stepped foot in his class. if it helps, teachers pet by melanie martinez could have a huge influence on this. thank you so so much!! ♡♡"

note: thank you so much, i'm glad you've been enjoying the content i've been putting out! fun fact i was obsessed with this song when k-12 first came out. also professor!william has been on my mind recently so i'm glad you requested this!! the e-mail section is a little awkward because i absolutely hate using "y/n"

pairing: steve raglan / william afton x reader

tags: age gap (reader is college age 18-21 and william is 45-50), creepy and stalking behavior from william, oral sex (m receiving), facial, dirty talk, slut-shaming, mean dom!william, desk sex

engineering. your worst class. not because you were bad at it or anything. it was all your professor.

and no, not because he's a bad teacher either. he's just so fucking hot it makes your brain go fuzzy every time he speaks. he lectures with his large hands enthusiastically. he always wears some form of purple on him, whether it's a tie or his slacks. everything about him is so intoxicating.

but he's never noticed you.

not when you try to catch his eye before and after class. not when you greet him with a "good morning, sir." and every time you've attended his office hours, a fucking ta helps you every single time. it's making you go crazy, not getting what you want.

you even started to wear increasingly skimpier outfits. you always stick to a theme of a sexy school girl, even going as far enough to buy more short skirts and thigh high socks or leg warmers. the buttons of the blouses you wear paired with them are always unbuttoned just to show a peak of cleavage. you ignore the hungry and curious eyes of your other peers as you walk by them; it's not their attention you want. still, you feel a little silly putting in all this effort just for him to barely grumble a reply back to you at your futile efforts to talk to him.

so you put a plan in action. you either purposefully turn in every piece of homework late and answer most, if not all, the questions of your quizzes and mid-term until you're sure you're at the very bottom of the class grades-wise.

in fact, you wake up the day after your mid-term to an e-mail from professor raglan. the subject was titled "Meeting Request" with your name addressed at the beginning.

"I would like to arrange a meeting with you to discuss the current state of your progress in my class. After your most recent assessment and previous assignments, I'm concerned about your future in my class if you continue the pattern I am seeing reflected in your work. Let me know if tonight at 5:00pm works for you.

Thank you,

Professor Raglan"

any regular person's heart would have sunk to the pit of their stomach if they received that e-mail. however, you are not a normal person. your heart fucking soars. you immediately jump to respond in confirmation.

professor raglan knows better than to get caught up with students, but he just can't help it! you're too beautiful to ignore.

the craziest part is he knows what game you're playing. the outfits that reflect nothing but a stereotypical, sexy school girl you would see in a porn video. and especially the way your grades have dropped recently, when you started off being one of the brightest students in his class.

over time, he noticed your lack of participation in class. at first, he chalked it up to something more serious, like personal issues. and then he noticed those lingering stares, the way you chew your pen, twirl your hair, and rub your thighs together. he knows exactly what you're doing, and he's been ignoring you on purpose. he wants you to chase after him, to let him know what you really want, but you just won't. he partially doesn't blame you either, it would be highly inappropriate for a student to engage that way towards their professor. so he ignores you during class. he barely acknowledges the way you've tried to grab his attention.

steve more than reciprocates your feelings. in fact, he's probably more enamored with you than you can possible imagine. he has all your homework, your essays, even your mid-term saved digitally in a folder, with your name as the title, on his computer. he reads looks over them when he's taking a break from grading as a way to detox, which sometimes ends up in him masturbating thinking about you. he loves to read the failed work from his dumb little bunny.

he even followed you home once. he kept close distance away from you, hiding in the shadows of every corner you turned. it's the william in him that wants that does the stalking, he convinces himself. the hyde to his jekyll; his true self coming to show in the role he plays of an average college professor, a totally normal guy with a few quirks.

your room, conveniently let him catch a peep of you touching yourself, and you swore you saw you mouth the word 'professor' when you brought yourself to orgasm.

and so he decides to play your little game. after all, you created the perfect opportunity for him, and he's going to take the bait.

steve sits at his desk, grading the rest of the mid-term papers, while he awaits your arrival. your own paper is sitting separate from the other stack, easily accessible so the two of you can get straight to "talking" about it as soon as possible.

he hears a tell-tale knock at his door, and he tries not to answer with a smile in his voice as he calls out, "come in."

you open the door gingerly, and it takes everything in him not to eye you up and down, but at first glance he knows you're in your usual get-up. it's a pretty little number; white, short-sleeved blouse, black pleated skirt that stops around mid-thigh, and white socks that reach just above your knees. you smile at him, hands clasped behind your back, puffing forward your chest slightly.

"good evening, professor raglan," you say in an oh-so innocent tone, "you wanted to speak with me?"

god, the way you call him professor goes straight to his cock. "yes. sit down," he tells you, gesturing towards the chair in front of his desk.

you sit down and your professor clasps his hands, leaning back in his chair. "i hope my e-mail didn't worry you. this will be quick."

he watches your face fall at his last few words and he has to bite back his amusement. "you see," he starts, taking your paper and pretending to look at your paper, "you didn't answer a single thing correctly. everything was wrong. it's funny, because i've heard nothing but good reports from the ta's that have helped you during office hours."

you lean closer as he continues. a plethora of excuses come to mind, none of which seem adequate for the situation he's putting it. "so i'm just wondering, how dumb do you think i am?"

your mouth slightly falls open. that was not the reaction you intended to invoke from him. "i—i can explain, i just need more—"

he rolls his eyes. "don't give me that. i'm not an idiot like you clearly are."

if anyone else had called you an idiot, you would have been offended, but from him? it goes straight to your pussy.

you purse your lips and rub your thighs together, waiting for him to continue to berate you. "is it extra credit you want?"

"yes, professor," you answer.

"then get on your knees, slut."

he rolls his chair back to make room for you and watches as you make your way in front of him. you get on your knees as he instructed, waiting expectantly.

"do i have to do everything for you?" he sighs in faux disappointment. he loves your shocked reaction that this is even really happening to you. "you wanted this so take my cock out."

"no, professor," you mumble, reaching for the buttons of his slacks. there's an obvious bulge tenting in his pants that almost makes you salivate.

you pull out his cock from his boxers and he shivers at how cold your hands are. you must be freezing wearing that outfit, he realizes. and, fuck, are your hands so much smaller that his. you begin by pumping him and then reach to kitten lick his tip.

you start to suck on the tip and he sucks air between his teeth sharply. it feels like heaven but he can't take your teasing anymore. he grasps your hair, making a make shift ponytail, and guides your mouth to slowly lower down on his cock. you moan around him causing a pleasurable vibration. he continues to use your hair as a way to control your mouth moving in a slow, up and down motion.

"ah — shit — stay still for me, yeah, baby?" he asks breathlessly. you do as he says, keeping your neck still as he begins to thrust into your mouth.

he bucks into you, grunting about what a "tight mouth you have" and how "you're such a dirty whore for your professor." you moan around his cock at his words, only encouraging his movements. the gurgling and gawk noises coming from your throat make him impossibly harder. the grasp on your hair becomes tighter and his thrusts more erratic. he's close.

before steve comes, he moves your mouth off and begins pumping himself. you watch him eagerly as he never breaks eye contact from you. when he does, it's when he shuts his eyes and groans, spurts of his come painting your face, your neck, and top.

you look so beautiful like this, he thinks, but it comes out as, "you look like such a messy whore."

you blush and lick the ejaculate around your mouth. steve grabs your hand and pulls you to your feet. you feel a little unstable but he's pushing you face forward against his desk. he lifts your skirt, which he doesn't bother taking off, only to reveal your thong. of course.

"were you expecting this?" he asks with a chuckle. he pulls your thong and lets it snap against your ass, making you yelp.

"no, but i came prepared," you say boldly.

he tsks. "such a slut."

steve prods his cock at your entrance, making you wiggle your hips when he slides it up and down your slit. you wish he would just stick it in already, but he's bent on teasing you until you can't take it anymore. he wants you to beg for him.

he moves your hair to the side to whisper in your ear. "tell me what you want, bunny."

you whimper at the close proximity. you can feel his beard brushing against your cheek. "need your cock, sir. been wanting it for awhile."

"oh, i know," he says, and you can feel the smile spreading across his face. "just wanted to hear you say it."

with that he presses inside of you, filling you up inch by inch, agonizingly slow. you whine desperately, wanting more. your fingers dig into the desk. he slips out for a moment and slams back in, filling you to the hilt. from that point forward, he starts thrusting at gradually faster pace.

the room is obscenely filled with the sounds of both of your pants and the sounds of skin slapping against skin. he punctuates every thrust with a degrading phrase. it gets you even hotter.

before you know it you're close. clawing behind you, desperate to grab something, he takes both of your hands and holds them against the desk, giving a flurry of hard, fast thrusts. moans and whines tumble from your lips as you feel your body completely captured by an orgasm that makes you weak in the knees.

steve pulls out and comes on your back with a groan himself, incoherently slurring words of "whore" "slut" and "dumb bunny." he buries his face in the crook of your neck, attitude completely doing a 360.

"you did so well for me, sweetheart."

#fnaf #fnaf smut #fnaf movie #fnaf x reader #five nights at freddy's #steve raglan #william afton #william afton x reader

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khaosrealms · 7 months

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oh, EXCUSE me? your writing is spectacular and i'm not exaggerating!! - the way you wrote and described the first meeting between syzoth and the princess was so good that it left me wanting more!

i beg and still on my knees for more!! 🥺

LACERTA’S GEM. (PART THREE!) / SYZOTH X PRINCESS! READER.

a/n: thank you so much for the receptive response! you beg and what am i to do but give to you more content? your wish is my command! also, for any of those who see this without reading the previous parts, here you go! the first two parts + the intermission and the conversation with the princesses !

- It's been a whirlwind, the ascension from jailer to free man-- but every step of that way for Syzoth, you are there. His closest ally, his first friend, his princess. Of course the gossip is plenty even before his induction as emissary. Whispers aplenty of the moment you two had shared at the end of the battle for Outworld and the Empress' acceptance to allow a Zaterran to hold a court position. Insistent on screeching and yelping about matters that held no importance to them. Of your relationship with Syzoth and the matter of the green shifting fabric wrapped around your right arm. But you don't allow their words to poison you. You have two wonderful sisters-- and they are there for you as Syzoth is given the honor of emissary for Mileena's court. There to look amongst the court and speak of his achievements; and to challenge anyone who might speak ill of someone revered by the Empress herself.

- Pulling Syzoth and yourself away from one another becomes an impossibility from that point onwards-- in equal measure intentional as it is unintentional. Drawn to one another like song birds. Sharing your walks in one another's company, spending his nights at the door of your chamber, never entering, but leaned against the door frame. Minutes turning to hours as the two of you conversed. Wasting the time you could spend sleeping instead talking with the Zaterran whom you'd never would have met had you not parted into that alley that night of the festival. Not wasting, no, reveling; the both of you.

"It's getting late, Princess." As if either of you care. He's smiling as he speaks it; arms folded over his chest where he stands. He knows it distracts you. Brushing past him to grab your tomes for the small touches it gifts you of his biceps, gently slapping his forearm when you laugh; innocent gestures of hidden desire. Syzoth indulges it. He indulges it knowing it brings your touch, your warmth. Even now, as you gently shove his shoulder at his words, rolling your eyes, he doesn't move away. He anticipates it. You'd be blind not to notice. You've never been more thankful for the privacy your Umgadi guard has gifted you both-- or, well, was rather ordered to.

"Late? I see no sun on the horizon, Syzoth." To a nearby window, you gesture and his eyes remain on your own despite it. Not allowing himself to rid himself the sight of you for even a second to look away. It makes something hitch in your throat; and even as you laugh to cover your pause, it does nothing to hide it. Warmth swimming itself up to your cheeks as he stays there in the silence between you two. His verdant gaze briefly flitting to your lips and back up to your eyes. "Is that so?" Even when he whispers, Syzoth's voice rumbles. Resonating off his chest and into your ears; and straight down to the bottom of your stomach. "I hadn't noticed, Princess."

- Syzoth can't take his hands off of you when you finally take the leap and pull him into your chambers, shutting the door behind you both with his tail. Tossing every bit of formality and restraint in his body out to meet your hungry lips. Desperate for his touch, his taste, his cold skin, his everything. Even as his hands slip as they clutch onto the fine fabric of your bed, your body laid across, he catches himself. Standing over your willing body, gaining his breath back.

"You're beautiful, Syzoth." Shifting between his Outworlder and true form above you, his tail wrapped around your thigh, his sharpened teeth and tongue. All stained in the dark green hue of his beating lifeforce. You might just be the first person in all the realms, so full with so many lives, who has ever called him beautiful. And you might be the first person, in this cruel terrible world, he'd ever believe was telling the truth with such honeyed words. "Be true for me." "Are you sure, Princess?" He could hurt you, Syzoth thinks. His acid, his size; but all you do as he despairs is capture him into another kiss. Melting his worries, dissolving away his shifted form-- and parting to meet his crimson eyes. His scaled chest rumbling with a hissed, deep groan. "Certain."

#mortal kombat x reader #syzoth x reader #syzoth x princess! reader #mk1 imagines #mk1 #syzoth #khaosrealms #HIIII #it's 6 am and i'm taking my ass to BED #i'm so excited 2 drop this on y'all #you all deserve it :heart:

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discotitsposts · 27 days

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my little secret

reader x mgg

she/her pronouns used (but you can imagine whatever you want)

reader has a secret tumblr account where she writes fanfiction about her husband

mature themes.

Matthew Gray Gubler walks around his house. Looking for his wife. She was nowhere to be found. He knocks on her office door. He knows she may not hear because sometimes she plays music loudly in her headphones so he opens the door and steps in. He sees her bopping her head to whatever song she may be playing and typing rapidly. He smiles at the sight.

Since the door to the office was behind her, she doesn’t see him creep up behind her. Perfect opportunity for a spooky scare. He’s about to scare her when he notices what she’s doing on her computer.

She’s on Tumblr. Typing up what looks to be a long story? He knows she’s an author but wow. Her fingers move extra fast over the keyboard and he senses inspiration was hitting her over and over.

Then he sees what she’s writing. A few lines stick out to him.

“He slipped his length inside of her slowly.”

“Her dripping heat.”

“She moans out, ‘Spencer’ and grips the blankets.”

She’s writing a smut story on Tumblr with a character named Spencer? Out of the ordinary. He thinks. She’s stopped typing to think for a second. Now or never. He thinks.

“Boo!” He yells and touches her shoulders. She screams so loud and frantically tries to hide what she was writing. She clicks save on the draft and closes the page.

“Whatcha writing.” He smirks knowing full well what she was doing.

“What..N..Nothing.” She stammers and stands up. “I’m gonna get a snack. Want anything.”

Matthew looks at the empty chair and sits down and opens Tumblr to see what she had written.

She screams, “NOO!! Don’t look at that.”

He laughs while going onto her blog. It’s a Spencer Reid fan account. She had revealed little details like her name and favorite music, but hadn’t notified her followers of her marriage to a certain man. She had also written fanfiction about Spencer that was, accurate, in terms of the size of a certain body part.

He clicks on a post with his name in it. It reads, Do you guys think Matthew Gray Gubler brushes his teeth in the shower?

“Hey, that was ONE time!” He says out loud.

She scoffs, “Twice, actually.”

Another one, a photo of his lap zoomed in on the crotch with the caption, “His wife must be happy.”

“She is.” He says out loud. She is absolutely mortified at his findings.

He keeps reading. Spencer, Spencer, Himself, Spencer.

“So you love Spencer more than you love me?” He jokingly pouts.

“Yeah I’m planning on leaving you for Spencer Reid. We’re running away together tonight.” She jokes back.

“I won’t let you!” He dramatically stands up and grabs her. They both hear a loud cry from upstairs.

“Someone’s hungry.” She says and leaves to the kitchen to get her baby’s bottle. Matthew goes upstairs to comfort their daughter. When his wife comes upstairs, the sight is so beautiful it should be framed.

Matthew’s in the rocking chair in the nursery holding his daughter and gently cradling her while she’s fussing. He’s whispering a poem to her. He sees his wife walk in and she hands him the bottle.

“There you go baby, see, you were just hungry sweetie.” He speaks in a voice sweeter than honey. He smiles down at her. When she falls asleep in his arms he brings her back to the crib and lays her down. Meanwhile, his wife puts on a relaxation cd that has lullabies, soft sounds and ocean waves. They exit the room quietly.

“Back to Tumblr I presume.” He smiles. “I thought you were supposed to be working on your next book.”

“I am, it’s just something on the side to keep my skills fresh.” She replies.

“Does the publishing company know about this ‘extracurricular activity’ of yours?” He takes her arm and they walk back to the office together.

“No, like I said it’s just something fun. Testing the waters.” She slips back into her chair and opens Tumblr again.

Matthew comes up right behind her and whispers in her ear. “I’m never letting you live this down.” He runs away but she grabs the water gun on her desk and chases him with it.

the end (they lived happily ever after)

just a silly little story

this man deserves a child i had to include him w a baby

@whoisspence this is one of the fics i was talking abt

#criminal minds #spencer reid #mgg #matthewgraygubler #matthew gray gubler x reader #mgg x reader #criminal minds fanfic #fanfiction

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sillylittleguytm · 4 months

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I Wanna Get You Back

Terzo x gn!reader

Summary: Terzo has a hard time adjusting to life since being fired by the clergy.

Warnings: Angst, hints of low self-esteem, grief, my inexperience with writing angst

Words: 2.3k

A/N: This was totally inspired by the song One Way Mirror by Ricky Montgomery. Also, a serious thanks to everyone who enjoyed the last one, y'all had me giggling and kicking my feet. I decided to try my hand at angst since I only ever write fluff. So yeah, hopefully this is enjoyable.

The weeks following Terzo's return from a tour were usually euphoric. The man that you love would finally return to your side in need of much rest, much love, and much relief that only you could provide him. And you would do so gladly. This time was different.

Upon the bus's arrival, you were met with a very different sight. Omega had pulled you to the side and explained the situation. The devastation, the anguish Terzo was feeling over losing his position in such a public and humiliating manner. To be pulled off stage at the end of the performance- it made you livid for him. Could it not have waited? Could he not have been given the courtesy of privacy when he had been informed of his demotion?

You spent that night comforting Terzo, reassuring him that he was an excellent Papa, an outstanding performer, and a superb leader. But most of all, he needed to know that you wouldn't leave him. If he no longer had the power and status of Papa, surely you'd view him as a failure. What reason could you possibly have for staying with him? You were quick to hush those thoughts, cradling his head to your chest while you whisper words of praise and softly kiss the top of his head.

The weeks after that were not any easier. Terzo's humiliation turned into bitterness and anger and there were many occasions where he would snap at you even though you were just trying to help. But you tried to remain understanding and not take his hurtful words to heart. He was going through an extremely rough time, going from having everything to what felt like having nothing. And he had you through every step of the way. Terzo was grateful even if he didn't show it.

But soon, Terzo would begin to distance himself. He brushes off the help his brothers attempt to offer, be it with their company or words of advice. He doesn't want either of them to bother him. On top of that, Terzo tries to move away from you. It hurts, but once again, you try to be understanding. Although, it does get concerning when he locks himself in his room for days on end, so you help him by bringing him meals, dropping reassurances as you do in case he needs to hear them.

You knock on the door of his chamber, his warm plate of food in hand. "Terzo, it's me. I have your dinner."

You're left standing for a long while before Terzo finally makes it to the door, visibly disheveled. It was saddening to see someone usually so confident and comfortable with himself so depressed and far gone that he was unable to find the motivation to take care of himself. His hair, now beginning to grey, was completely tousled. He's still wearing the clothes he wore days ago and has not showered.

"Mind if I come in?" You ask, holding the plate out to him. Terzo simply grunts, taking the plate and walking inside, leaving the door open for you.

As you enter, you see the other two meals you had brought him that day almost completely untouched. You sigh and approach his now sitting form.

"Love, you need to eat." You say gently, rubbing his shoulder softly. Terzo scoffs, jerking away from your touch.

"I am not hungry." Terzo states defiantly. "Besides, I never asked for you to bring me anything."

A frown settles on your face when he says this. He had never been this resistant to help before.

"I know, but you aren't going to feed yourself otherwise." You sigh. "Please, just a few bites? I'll feed you if I have to." You joke, trying to get him to lighten up. It has the exact opposite effect. Terzo stands, a scowl on his face.

"That's how you see me, eh? A- A worthless idiota who can't even feed himself?" He questions, more hurt by your offer than amused.

"I never said that. It's not that I think that you can't care for yourself. You just won't take care of yourself." You defend. Why he is so upset, you don't know. All you are doing is trying to help. Why couldn't he understand that?

Terzo scoffs and rolls his eyes. "You didn't say it but I know you think it. You treat me like a child! A petulant child!" He says, raising his voice.

Terzo's yelling alarms you. In all of the disagreements you've had, he's never once raised his voice at you so unapologetically. His eyes do not soften and his teeth remain gritted in bitter rage.

"Well, that's how you're acting!" You shout back without thinking. Immediately, you regret it, not wanting to fuel his fire. You sigh, trying to deescalate the situation. "Love, I'm just trying to help you. I know losing your position has been hard-"

"You do not know! You have no idea how hard it's been. I worked so hard just to lose everything the moment the clergy started to doubt me." Terzo roars. He storms over to the table where his glass of whiskey lies.

"You did not lose everything. You lost your title, yes, but you still have your brothers. You still have your friends, a spot within the ministry. You still have me." You attempt to reason with him. Despite what he's going through right now, he's got a support system that you wish he would use.

"And what's that worth, eh?" Terzo downs more of his whiskey. "I can no longer perform, and what else am I good for?"

"Don't say that." You shake your head and step closer to him, ignoring the pain of him brushing off your importance in his life. "You know you're so much more than your performance on stage."

"Bullshit! You wouldn't have even glanced at me if I hadn't become Papa!"

You stare at him in disbelief. You love and care about him so much. You've been there for him through everything, and yet he believes that it was his power and status that drew you in. If you had known him before, you would have fallen for him just the same.

"You really think I'm that shallow? I love you, Terzo. Not Papa Emeritus III, but you. I always have and I always will. The world won't end because you're not Papa anymore. We will not end because you're not Papa anymore." You step forward, taking his hands in yours. Terzo frowns and avoids your gaze.

"Do not lie to my face." He grumbles, trying to take his hands back. Your hold tightens as you desperately try to get through to him.

"I'm not lying, I swear. What do I have to do to prove that to you?"

"Nothing! Just- Just leave!" Terzo says sternly, his eyes, fiery with anger, trained on yours.

"W-What? Terzo, please, just let me or your brothers help-"

"Leave. I'd be better off without you." The words pain him as they leave his mouth. This is for the best, he reminds himself. He's just sparing himself the pain for when you would eventually decide to leave him when you realize that you deserve better. You deserve the best, and he believes that he is not the one that can give you that. This mantra doesn't dull the ache in his heart, however.

His assertion completely destroys you. Tears begin to well up in your eyes as you process this statement. Terzo was so resistant to your help that he was pushing you out of his life entirely. It broke you. You solemnly nod, letting go of his hands. "Fine. If that's really what you want."

Terzo doesn't answer, breaking you down fully to tears. You withdraw yourself from his chamber, shutting the door quietly on your way out.

Terzo stares at the door, his lip quivering. Your tears break his heart and he begins to question himself, wondering if he made the right choice. You seem genuinely upset. Too upset to be faking your affection for him...

Shaking his head to clear these hopeful and foolish thoughts, Terzo sits back down in his chair, looking down at the food you left him. He thinks about the effort you put in to bring him the food, the care you must feel for him to push through the bitter and snappy exterior he's put up since returning from this tour. He really doesn't deserve you. He's known it the whole time, but he enjoyed your presence in his life too much to let you go. As Papa, he could spoil you with endless gift and devotion. But he could not provide that anymore. He had been selfish, hogging your affections. Finally, he did as he feels he should have long ago. Terzo doesn't feel any better- there is no relief or sense of righteousness. There is only pain and emptiness. Now that he's gone and done it, it doesn't feel like the right thing. He's lost a piece of him that he's not sure he can get back.

Over the course of a sleepless night, Terzo realizes just how big of a mistake he made telling you to leave. He didn't realize how much of a difference it made just to have someone care enough to check up on him, even if he was in a sour mood. Your sweet kisses, your gentle touch, your soft praises- he's not sure that he can live without it. He was ungrateful and selfish, which cost him the greatest thing he had in his life- you.

There's a reflection in the mirror that Terzo does not recognize. His face is bare, which is a huge change in itself. The wrinkles and the exhaustion were fully on display now that he couldn't hide behind his paints. His eyes hyperfocus on the greys popping up in his hair now that he's lost motivation to dye it. He remembers the moments where you would reassure him that the grey hairs made him even more attractive to you while you would press sweet kisses to his temple. The sound of your laugh haunts him. What he wouldn't give just to hear it again. Your laughter has become scarce since his return to the ministry. He's treated you so poorly as of late, and he needs to make that up to you.

The next day, Terzo is dead on his feet. He had been thinking about and regretting his actions the entire night. He also thought hard about your words. While he was still deeply saddened by losing his position, you were correct in that he had you and his brothers and it wouldn't be the end of the world if he had just let them in. Reluctantly, Terzo changes his clothes and brushes both his hair and teeth. It's the bare minimum, but it's more than he's been able to manage as of late. Then, he makes his way to your quarters.

A knock at the door pulls you out of your own slump. You too have been thinking about Terzo non-stop. With a sigh, you get up to answer the door. You hope it's Terzo, but after yesterday, it seems highly unlikely. But to your delight, it is.

He stands awkwardly in front of the door, fidgeting with his robe and gazing down at the floor, as if too guilty to make eye contact. Terzo looks up with a sheepish expression as he hears the door open. "Tesoro, I know you probably don't want to see me right now-"

"No, no, no. Come on in." You say eagerly. As much as he had hurt you yesterday, you were eager to make amends. His condition had improved at least a little bit and it made you hopeful. Surprised, Terzo enters the room. He looks around the familiar space and notes that it's in much better shape than his own room at the moment. Then, he turns to face you.

"Tesoro." Terzo begins nervously. "I am so sorry for my outburst. The truth is I would not be better off without you. I was... protecting myself, in a way."

You smile softly at the apology, but a hint of confusion creeps over your features. "Protecting yourself? What do you mean?"

Terzo sighs and steps closer to you, taking you hands in his, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumbs softly.

"I was paranoid. I've always had this little voice in the back of my head telling me that this is too good to be true. That you'd end up using me and leaving me." Terzo admits. "Not that I truly believe you would do that to me, stellina. I've just never been loved so genuinely. It's hard to believe that someone would involve themself with me without ulterior motives."

You remove your hands from his and trail them up his arms, shoulders, and neck until you gently cup his face. "I do love you and I always will. I will spend the rest of time proving that to you."

Terzo's arms wrap around your waist and pull you flush against him. He truly missed having you this close to him. In your arms, the misery and insecurity he felt leading up to this moment instantly vanished. Slowly, he leans in to kiss you. It's soft and tender, your lips molding together as if they were made for each other. He clings to you tightly, unable to bear the thought of being apart from you again.

Terzo pulls away, lips parted and expression warm. "I'm yours, tesoro. Forevermore."

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Translations:

"Idiota"- Idiot

"Tesoro"- Treasure

"Stellina"- Little star

A/N: I've found myself very motivated to write and have multiple things planned that I hope to get done as soon as time allows. Thanks to anyone reading this, I deeply appreciate it :)

#papa emeritus x reader #ghost band #ghost bc #papa emeritus iii #papa emeritus iii x reader #terzo x reader #papa terzo #the band ghost

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Somewhere Between Hello and Goodbye | Ch. 3: The Lucky Day

Warning: This chapter contains mentions of an eating disorder and depression, please read with caution as topics may be triggering.

a/n: Alexa, play Daddy's Home <3 Anywho, OC's spiralling summer was inspired by Bella's montage of passing seasons in Twilight ... I'm sorry, but I need to preface that OC will be going through it this whole season, I have already cried thrice. Also, a side question, can you guys actually play the songs I post for these chapters? Meaning, does Tumblr let yall do that or am I trippin? Because I truly think they add a lot to the overall experience. If not, please let me know, then maybe I'll just turn them into a Spotify playlist.

Sleep has become my escape. A temporary withdrawal from reality in which I live to remember everything Jungkook has forgotten. Sleeping through each passing day, I know that at least in my dreams we are still together. In my dreams, I will always find my way back to you, Koo. Even if you don’t remember it, the moon knows that we were once in love. It hears my helpless cries at night and feels every atom of my being that misses you, fearing the idea of us becoming strangers once again.

It’s as if my happiness was erased with his departure. Holding my hand through each step of the way, he showed me the beauty in life and ended up being the one to take it all away when my fearing heart failed to reciprocate the painfully obvious love tethered between us. Now, my life is dull and pointless. How can I love someone else when every night I dream of you, Koo?

Swallowing pills to mute the sound of my heart beating for his barest touch, I’ve become lost in my own mind, haunted by everlasting thoughts. Although I thought I would be able to at least pretend to be happy for the sake of my family, it’s all become too much. Thus, it was only a matter of days, before my deteriorating behaviour sparked concern in my parents, fueling tension in the air we shared. It all started with fatigue, which then transformed into chronic sleep and in the end began to affect my eating habits. Feeling nauseous from the mere thought of food, I’ve grown to dissociate myself from it. I was hungry, but I couldn’t eat. And, as my hope slowly diminished, so did the number on the scale.

“Mira, you have to eat,” my mom’s voice echoes in my ear as my eyes fixate on the plate of steamed broccoli in front of me.

“I’m not hungry, I told you,” I sigh, swallowing down the lie with some water.

“Mira, honey, please talk to us. What’s wrong?” my dad asks softly, placing his hand on top of mine. Hearing the trembles in his words, my eyes swell with tears before I shake myself out of it.

“I’m fine … just feeling a bit under the weather,”

“The sun has been at its highest peak this whole time, what’s seasonal about this?” my mom tries to remain composed as she shifts her chair closer to mine.

“Talk to me, honey. What’s gotten into you? You were so excited to come back,” her hands caress my tangled hair as I nibble on the dead skin on my lip.

“Mira, you’ve been silent since you came, and now you won’t even eat. Your mom and I can’t bear to see you like this,”

“Come back home, Miraya. We can find another university here,”

“No. It’s not that. I’m fine, I swear. I just … I just need this break to end already, so I can focus on my studies again. That’ll keep my mind occupied,” I whisper softly, attempting to fake a smile as my empty gaze searches their scattering eyes. Recently, that's how most of our conversations ended. With helpless promises feeding my delusions. However, with each passing day, I come to realise that promises are nothing more than sweet lies. If it weren’t true, I wouldn’t have to find excuses for the aching feeling in my heart, but rather, melt in the overflowing passion of Jungkook’s burning love.

Excusing myself, I throw away the cold plate of food and head back to my room, one which was once filled with laughter and a carefree sense of ambition. The same walls that watched me cry out of happiness upon receiving my acceptance letter just a few months ago are the ones that now echo my pathetic cries for help. Every inch of this room has become cold and numb, and I’m afraid that there is no more warmth in me that could fix this.

Crouched in a fetal position as my body shivers under the floral duvet my mom gifted me as a welcome present, I dial Jimin’s phone number. It has been weeks since he moved back to Busan, but I have yet to receive any updates from him about Jungkook. In hindsight, maybe, it’s for the best, but if silence is the thing that'll save me then why do I still hold onto the smallest glimpse of hope for us? Even if it means walking across a minefield of rejected possibilities that would ultimately send me into a never-ending spiral, why do I still care?

“How is he?” I ask with hesitation.

“Different. He’s different.” Jimin replies softly.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, he seems distant. Which is fair, I guess. But, he doesn’t quite seem to remember me,”

“At all?” my voice shakes as I choke up.

“Well no, he is still able to recover our memories from when we were kids, but recent events are very blurry,” Jimin goes on.

I, was recent to Jungkook. We, were recent to him. Four months, that's how long I've known Koo, but I’ve been missing him for the last seven. Each day I daydream, reminiscing our memories, feeling the void in my heart knowing that I’ve been without him longer than I’ve been with him. Maybe, Mrs. Jeon was right. I would be lying if I said that a little part of me didn’t think that the reason for her ultimatum was purely based on a simple dislike of me. You know? Like, she didn’t see me as a good match for her son? Because, even then, her disapproval of my character would have been an easier pill to swallow than knowing that now, in Koo’s empty eyes, I’m no longer his Peaches, but a stranger. God, it hurts to even say it out loud let alone accept it. I can’t accept it, but I have to now, don’t I?

“Please take care of him for me Jiminah,” I manage to let out, wiping the tears rolling down my face.

“I will Mira, don’t worry. I’ll see you soon, okay?”

“See you,” I end the call, throwing my phone across the bed, my puffy eyes irritated by the brightness.

That night was especially hard. Although my body was desperately wanting to succumb to the exhaustion, my mind wouldn't shut up. It kept replaying our memories, reminding me of the things I should have said. The words Koo never heard, but deserved to.

Hugging my mom, her trembling hands tighten their hold on my sweater as I take in the smell of her perfume for the last time. I missed her a lot, and the guilt of putting my parents through that torture has been eating me alive this whole summer. All they wanted was to see their daughter smile and I failed to fulfill even the simplest of their wishes. If only they knew how much I wanted to smile again.

“Mira, I’m telling you again, we can find another university here,” my mom says with teary eyes.

“Just say yes, and we’ll deal with all the transfer stuff, honey,” my dad joins, caressing my palms, as I let out a soft chuckle before shaking my head no.

“That’s not fair. You guys didn’t raise a quitter,” I manage to let out, feeling my throat tighten from the build-up of emotions.

“You’re right, we didn’t. But, even the strongest soldier needs a shoulder to cry on. Remember that we are and always will be by your side, Miraya,”

“Call us as soon as you land, love,”

Passing through the airport security, I wave to my family my last goodbyes before heading to my gate. Am I excited to come back to Seoul? I don’t really have a choice, do I? That God-awful Nursing degree won’t finish itself, so yeah, I kind of have to go back. But, I know that school isn’t the only thing pulling me back. I know I can’t, but I still wish to see Jungkook, even from afar, it doesn’t matter. All I want now is to know that he is doing well.

I’m not sure how, but as soon as my head rested against the seat my body shut down, falling into a much-needed sleep. I probably would have slept through the whole 12-hour flight if it weren’t for the bright beams of sunlight penetrating through my heavy eyelids. Taking a glimpse out the airplane window, I no longer saw snowy mountains but rather blossoming fields of greenery scattered within the busy cities of Korea. And, as the captain went through his ending speech, a flood of international students lined up near the exit, eager to get back into their previously established routine. It’s funny because I was sitting next to one of my cohort members from last semester, but we were both too tired to even realise.

Nonetheless, putting my passport and ticket back into my carry on, I rolled my luggage down the escalator before a familiar voice called out my name. Searching the crowd of strangers filled with overwhelmed emotions, my eyes stop at a particular boxy smile.

“Long time no see, Flip-flops!” Tae shouted across the hall, before waving me down to where he was standing with Jiah and Jimin who were just as excited about my arrival. Feeling my eyes swell with tears, I couldn’t help but laugh at his cute, little dance as he pulled me into a warm hug.

“Tae, I’m certain you just don’t know my actual name,” I say with a grin, looking up at his sparkling eyes.

“Of course, I do MJ,” he grins, rubbing the top of my head. Ha ha ha, isn’t he just a comedian? For context, my government name is Mira Jean … hence, the birth of MJ.

“That’s enough, let us hug her too,” Jiah chuckles, opening her arms as my body virtually melts into her embrace. With tears rolling down our faces, her grip tightens around my form as she lets out a sudden gasp.

“Mira! My goodness, why are you so small?” she asks with a concerned tone, her wide eyes scanning my body. Although, I always managed to maintain my normal weight, I guess, not eating properly for 3 months left its mark on the way I looked. As the numbers on the scale decreased, I became more and more fixated on the protrusion of my bones. I hated the feeling, but, I also couldn’t stop. Because I couldn’t get myself to eat, I relied on baggy clothes to create an illusion that would satisfy people’s perception of me. Unfortunately, I failed to fool Jiah as she saw right through the act.

“I just stopped eating so much junk food, I’m fine. Trust me, this is a good thing Jiah, now I can finally fit into my favourite pair of jeans,” I try to laugh the pain away, caressing her hands as her furrowed eyebrows slowly release their tension. She isn’t convinced but also, doesn’t want to create a scene in public. I know that follow-up questions will be brought up along the way, but for now, my attention is focused on looking for someone who I know isn’t there. It’s silly, but before spotting Tae, a little part of me hoped to see Jungkook. To witness his sparkling doe eyes and bunny teeth, once again, like the good old times.

“Okay, it’s settled, we are all going to my favourite Korean BBQ place,” Jimin exclaims, giving me a quick wink before grabbing both of the luggage out of my hands, and handing one to Tae. And, as Jiah intertwines her hands with mine, we exchange soft smiles exiting the airport as my skin finally feels the fresh, humid air of Seoul. Stopping mid-walk, I let out a deep sigh of relief. I hated every second of my summer, it was nothing short of pure torture but, at least, it too passed.

“You’re good?” Tae whispers, softened gaze focused on my flushed cheeks.

“Yeah,” I say softly, taking another deep breath as his arm caresses my shoulder.

“He’s fine, Mira,” his words pierce through my ears as I unconsciously shoot him an alarming look.

“You’ve heard from him?” I rush my words, anticipating his answer as my chest heaves up.

“No, but I can feel your pain,” his tone is quieter now, eyes still searching mine.

“I’m fine, Tae,” I mumble under my breath, lowering my head in fear of breaking down in front of them.

“Just know that I’m always here for you, okay?” he says, pressing a soft kiss on my head before wrapping his arm around my shoulders. If only he could hear the way I’m screaming inside. The way I’m calling out for help. For someone to find hope in my hopeless state of mind. If only he knew how much I miss Jungkook.

“Okay,” I whisper.

“Following the tradition, I will be hosting my annual house party before school beats all of our asses,” Jimin chuckles, caressing Jiah’s hand as their eyes focus on each other. Forcing down some dumpling soup into my system, I feel nauseous, but can’t risk growing Jiah's suspicion more, so I attempt to eat as little as possible without her noticing.

“So, Mira, please come. Jungkook will be there as well,” Jimin continues with a soft smile which slowly fades upon noticing my gaze drop. Letting go of my spoon, my fingernails dig into my cold palms, as I’m back at square one. How am I supposed to face him when I can’t even handle the mere mention of his name? It’s not fair. None of them know about Mrs. Jeon’s ultimatum, and I fear that I can’t just simply tell them. So, I gulp down the pain and manage to put on another act, one that I seem to have mastered over the summer.

“Mira, you’re okay?” Jiah asks, gently rubbing my forearm.

“Yeah, sorry, I’m a bit jet-lagged. Sure, of course, I’ll come,” I reply with a reassuring smile, before looking at Tae. I recognize the sadness in his eyes because I see it in my own every passing minute. But, I can’t let him in. I can’t betray Mrs. Jeon’s trust, again. Even if it means that I have to betray my own heart.

We’ve been walking around the mall for probably 3 hours now and Jiah has yet to find something with that wow factor, meanwhile, I have already found 4 of the nearest exits. The party is set for tonight, and although I have already agreed to come, I can’t get myself to actually face the consequences. I can’t go, what was I thinking. What? Did I think everything was going to be fine once Jungkook saw me? Mira, he doesn’t remember you.

“Jiah, you know, I really don’t think I should go tonight?” I say, slowly walking in circles as she eyes another mini dress.

“What? Why?” she stutters, going through racks of possible options.

“I’m just not feeling well,” I lie, fiddling with my fingers to calm down the nerves.

“Mira, is something wrong?” Jiah stops what she’s doing before walking closer to my anxious self.

“I’m fine, really,” I lie again.

“You don’t look fine. You barely eat, barely sleep, barely talk to me,” she exclaims with a tone firmer than before.

“Then stop looking. Please, can everyone just leave me alone? I’m just tired, okay?” I burst, feeling everyone’s eyes on my distressed self.

“Okay, I’m sorry. What do you need?” she says gently, reaching out her hands.

“I just need space,” I whisper, crossing my arms in front of my burning chest.

“Fine, I’ll give you some space. Please call me when you’re ready,” Jiah’s words cut deep as she walked out of the store, leaving me alone with my thoughts. The ones I’ve been trying to run away from this whole time. I can’t even get mad at her. She is only trying to help, but how can she when I keep shutting everyone out? It’s all my fault, I know. I just hope that this isn’t how it ends. I hope I don’t push everyone away, and someone sees right through the mask I put on. Because I’m so lost. I don’t know what to do or who to talk to.

Locking the door behind me I plop onto my bed before finally resting my heavy eyes. And, within minutes, I’m passed out again. I think, I've grown to become eternally tired, no matter how much I sleep, there is just no end to this fatigue. Moving restlessly, I pull the white cover over my shivering body before hearing my phone ring.

“Ugh, what is it now?” I grunt, squinting from the screen brightness as a small gasp escapes my parted lips. It was 8 pm already. How is that possible? I swear, I just laid my head. But, no, apparently I’ve been asleep for the last 5 hours.

“Hello?” I manage to let out.

“Flip-flops? Where are you?” Tae screams through the loud music in the background.

“Tae, I’m home. What happened?”

“Mira hurry, Jiah is drunk. You need to come pick her up,” he exclaims with panic in his voice.

“What? Where’s Jimin? Can he not drive her?” I stutter, lifting myself off of the bed before putting my hoodie back on.

“You want him to drive under the influence? Of course, he is drunk too,”

“Well, why can’t you drive them?” I whine, almost pleading.

“Who said I wasn’t drunk either?” he chuckles, sending me a flying kiss through the phone.

“Fine, I’ll be there in a bit. Keep an eye on Jiah,” I sigh before grabbing my keys and ID.

Thankfully, Jimin’s place wasn’t that far from our dormitory so, the ride there was only 10-ish minutes. Nonetheless, I could feel my heartbeat in my throat. And, as the driver finally pulled up to the apartment complex I practically ran inside. Following the sound of loud music, I made my way through the crowd of people who clearly had a little too much fun, as the alcohol in their system could be detected from the next block.

“Flip-flops!” Tae exclaimed with a big grin. Stopping in my tracks, my eyes diverted to Jiah, who was standing beside him with absolutely no sign of a hangover. In fact, she looked better than ever in her new mini-dress.

“What? You lied?” I snap, eyebrows furrowing more and more with each step I take towards them.

“How else was I supposed to get you to come?” Tae chuckles, trying to rub my head before I push his hand away.

“Get off me,” my tone is harsh as I lower my piercing gaze, shaking my head in disbelief.

“Oh! Mira, there you are,” I could hear Jimin’s voice getting closer before turning my flushed face. And with that, it felt like time stopped altogether. There was nothing and no one in the room except for him and I. Koo and I. Feeling my gaze soften, I choke up from the rush of emotions in my throat.

“Hi, I’m Jungkook. It’s nice to meet you,” he says with a warm smile, reaching out his hand as if meeting me for the first time. Before replying, I take a moment to analyze his face. The one I dreamed about every night and the one that caused me so much pain. He looks the same, except, his eyes no longer sparkle like they used to. I guess, we got that in common.

“Hi …I’m Mira,” I let out a soft smile, before reaching out my own hand.

“Yah, Kook, you already know her, you guys were best friends,” Jimin chuckles, patting Jungkook’s back.

“Oh, I’m sorry, please forgive me. I'm still trying to piece everything back together,” Koo says, covering his mouth before shutting his eyes from embarrassment.

Feeling my throat tighten, I quickly excuse myself, before rushing out of the packed room towards the nearest fire escape. I knew it wouldn’t be easy, but why does it feel like I’m going to pass out? It’s as if all the air was knocked out of my lungs. Feeling lightheaded I hold onto the railing and close my eyes for a moment. I can’t believe it. Koo, I saw you but you didn’t see me. You saw a stranger. And, suddenly, there I was, alone again, realizing that everything I feared had come true.

Regaining my composure, I decide to walk back to the party before my eyes are met with his.

“Not a party animal, huh?” Jungkook grins, stopping in his tracks as his arm leans against the wall.

“It’s my day off,” I let out a small chuckle, unable to keep his eye contact.

“So … we were best friends?” he asks softly, hands fidgeting with the chains on his belt.

“Yeah …” I nod slightly, nibbling on my lips.

“It’s funny because I don’t remember anything from last year. I could barely recognize my own dad for a while. Jimin helped me a lot, he basically recalled sparknotes of my past for me,” he laughs. Oh, how I missed his laugh.

“You really don’t remember anything?” I finally look up, searching his scattering eyes.

“No, not one bit,” his muffled words are interrupted by the growling sound coming from my stomach, as I let out an awkward smile.

“Oh, are you hungry?” he grins, bunny teeth on full display, as my gaze softens again.

“No, no, no, I’m fine. I think I’m gonna head home now,” I shake my hands, zipping my hoodie before attempting to walk past him.

“No, it’s fine, I’ll drive. I’m starving as well,” Jungkook assures, gently pulling onto the fabric as my heart sinks to my feet.

I knew I shouldn’t, but I agreed. I couldn’t say no to Koo. Not, after all the sleepless nights I’ve spent missing his mere presence. And, as we entered the nearest restaurant, everything felt real. He felt real. Even if he couldn’t feel it, my heart was beating for the both of us. For our first hellos, last goodbyes and everything in between. Just for tonight, I wanted to pretend like nothing happened.

“Oh, look, Mira, they have a special deal on shrimp dumplings, do you like them?” his voice, brings me back to reality as I mute the thoughts running through my head.

“Yeah, my mom made them for me all the time when I was little,” I smile.

“Then, I guess it’s your lucky day,” he chuckles with a satisfied grin, before calling one of the waiters.

“I guess, it is,” I say softly, feeling my throat tighten as I struggle to swallow the lie. Searching his naive eyes my own swell with tears while my body shifts restlessly in the seat. Desperately wanting to cave into the emotions, my mind is haunted by the thoughts of Mrs. Jeon’s letter. And, as I close my eyes for a moment, all I can see are the painful reminders of our enforced distance. Don’t call … Don’t write … Don’t interact. Yet, here we are, here you are, Koo. Live in the flesh, separated by a table and the forgotten story of our past. So close, yet so far that it physically hurts. To him, I’m just another piece of the puzzle that would fill the void in his memories. But, to me, he is the only piece that could make me whole again.

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＃ GENSHIN IMPACT !! ♡ — THEY COMFORT YOU AFTER A ROUGH DAY.

#. synopsis! — everyone has bad days. it's always nice when you don't have to deal with it alone .

#. characters! — thoma , itto , diluc, zhongli , xiao .

#. warnings! — none .

#. alt accounts! — @ddollipop (nsfw) @yyolkchi (reblog/spam) .

#. others! — navigation & masterlist .

𖦹. ━ THOMA !!

The moment he meets your eyes, Thoma knows something is wrong. Try as you might to hide it, stuffing your emotions down so as not to burden him with your problems, —he simply knows you too well to ignore the subtlety sullen expression you're wearing. His approach is gentle and comforting, greeting you with a warm hug. By no means is that out of the ordinary, —in fact, it would have likely felt more bizarre if he hadn't done so. However, this time he holds you a little closer and for a little while longer than he usually would.

"Are you hungry?" He asks the moment he pulls himself away, smoothing some loose strands of hair out of your face. "I can make you a snack if you'd like. I also just poured some dango milk, so feel free to drink up if you want some."

A smile tugs at the corners of your lips. It's hard to feel down when you're around Thoma, —maybe even impossible. His smile and laugh are infectious, and he brightens any room he steps foot in. He's so sweet that it's hard to believe he's real sometimes and not a story book prince that's come to life by way of some magical spell.

"No thanks," you shake your head, not feeling up to eating or drinking anything at the moment.

You're sure to thank him for his offers though.

"Is there anything you wanna talk about then?" He asks, being sure to tread lightly.

He doesn't want to make you feel pressured to tell him anything. If you'd like to keep things to yourself, that's more than okay, and Thoma completely respects that! However, he also wants to be sure that you know you can come to him when you need encouragement, advice, or even just someone to lend an ear to your troubles.

Of course, with a lover like Thoma, you already know all of that and more.

"It was just a hard day," you admit. "Nothing seemed to go right, and I kept making silly mistakes that I'd normally never have made any other time. I don't know why either. Everything just seemed to go wrong."

He looks at you with sympathetic eyes, hand reaching out to grasp for yours. Thoma smoothes his thumb across the ridge of your knuckles, nodding in understanding.

"Everyone has days like that," he assures you, voice so sweet it might as well be dripping with honey. "Sometimes easy tasks just don't go the way we'd like them too, and that can be frustrating. But you made it through, didn't you?"

"Yeah," you nod in confirmation, "I did."

"Because you're strong, and nobody should be judged by their roughest days. Tomorrow's another chance to start again, do things differently, and ease yourself back into normalcy."

He sing-songs a "but," free hand reaching out to grasp for your own.

"Tonight is a chance to let things go and know that you can fix them later on. So, for now, —let me rub your shoulders for a while, and then I'll make dinner. Your favorite. How's that sound?"

You feel your stress slipping away in his wake, and you pull him in for another warm hug. Thoma squeezes you a little tighter, pressing a fervent kiss to your temple in the process. There's always been something about him that's soothed you, calmed your stormy seas into little more than lapping tides. It's easy to forget your problems when you're with him.

"You're the best," you mumble into his chest, which leaves Thoma grinning from ear to ear.

When it comes to you, he's foolishly lovesick. You make his heart race a mile a minute, and he loves every second of it. "I am pretty cool," he playfully agrees, "—but you're the best, actually. Now come sit, make yourself comfortable and I'll help get rid of some of this tension."

𖦹. ━ ITTO !!

Itto tends to be a little oblivious to the feelings of others. Actually, he can be pretty aloof in regard to his own emotions as well, so it can't really be helped that he doesn't immediately notice that you're a little upset. You tell yourself it's probably for the best anyway, —he seems to have had a fairly good day, no complaints to make note of, and you don't want to simmer his mood down. Even so, it's almost impossible to keep up a happy-go-lucky facade after your stress filled day. From start to finish, it was as if the world were stacking all odds against you.

By the time you were halfway through, you were already prepared to just go home and shut out the rest of the world for at least the rest of the night. But forgoing your responsibilities just wasn't an option, unfortunately.

Eventually, Itto picks up on your unusual amount of silence and decides to ask if everything is alright. He takes a seat next to you and places his large hands on his thighs, thumbs curling under his palms.

"You haven't said much since you got back," he notes, "is everything okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, —everything's fine," you say, but you can't tell if you're trying to reassure him or yourself more with those words.

It's a little white lie. . .

"I'm just tired," you elaborate. "Guess the day felt longer than it really was."

"You just seem sad," the oni says, "and I don't like it when you're sad. It makes me sad."

"Oh. . . I-I'm sorry," you apologize reflexively, "today was just a little rough and I. . ."

Your words trail off, but Itto quickly corrects himself.

"Don't be sorry! All I meant was that I don't like seeing you look sad because you deserve to be happy! But, humans and oni. . . We both have feelings! I know it can't be helped sometimes, so you have nothing to be apologizing for. It's only natural."

Somehow, that sentiment you were already well aware of makes you crack the first smile of the day. Maybe it was just something in the way he said it, but it brightened your mood with ease.

"Thank you," you tell him, slinking yourself into his side.

The sudden touch surprises him a little, but he welcomes it all the same. He places an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close and allowing you to snuggle into his body. His lips ghost along the crown of your head.

"You can stay at my side as long as you need,* Itto tells you, "—even if that means you'll be here forever."

Of course, that's an outlandish prospect by all accounts. Even so, the idea of it doesn't seem half bad. If you could spend the rest of your life surrounded by his warmth, you probably would, —and who could really blame you? At the end of the day, your soft-hearted boyfriend is little more than a giant teddy bear.

A teddy bear with a lot of built-up muscle and a lengthy criminal record, but a teddy bear nonetheless!

𖦹. ━ DILUC !!

Diluc doesn't ask right away. The last thing he wants to do is overstep, and although he doubts you'd feel that way about his inquiry, he doesn't want to risk making a wrong move and spoiling your already sour mood even more so. His top priority in the situation is your well being, —so he whips you up something fresh to drink and even offers to prepare something for you to snack on.

He feels more comfortable asking about your downtrodden expression once you've taken the drink. As you sip on it, Diluc places a single hand softly on your shoulder, a reassuring warmth seeping from his palm to your skin through the fabric of your shirt.

"Did something happen today?" He asks.

You bite at the inside of your cheek, struggling to be completely honest. It was just a rough day from the very beginning, and things had progressively gotten worse as it went along. It was hard juggling all of your missed steps on top of everything else, and by the time you were free to go home, you were left with a heavy feeling in your chest. Even so, you don't want to bring Diluc into it. You know his job is stressful enough as it is, especially when he doubles as the midnight vigilante that protects Mondstadt from the shadows once the moon makes its way into the sky.

"Just. . . Just some small things that built up, I guess. Nothing horrible, but my day could have gone a lot smoother," you acknowledge truthfully.

"Would you like to talk about it?" Diluc suggests, thinking that maybe getting the finer details off your chest would help to alleviate some of your displeasure.

You decline the offer, knowing that rehashing things now will only make you feel silly for being so blue about it all in the aftermath. Still, you make sure to tell Diluc that you're appreciative of his offer.

The drink he made for you is halfway gone by the time he slips his arms around your waist and rests him chin on the crown of your head. It's a simple gesture, but you can't help but to feel special when Diluc pulls you close to him like this. He's so reserved that only you get to experience such acts from him, and knowing that makes your heart skip a beat.

"It's okay if you're not interested in talking about things," he says, reassuringly so. "Just know that I love you, and if you change your mind, I'm always here to listen."

Diluc tends to be more of a read-between-the-lines type of guy, so for him to be so upfront is a bit of a surprise. A welcome one, granted, but a surprise nonetheless.

"But, if you don't, that's fine too," he continues. "It's up to you. And I'll be here no matter what."

His sudden vocality is a bit startling if you're being honest, but you appreciate his effort to be more communicative nonetheless. You lean into his warmth, finding comfort there. His body heat seems to dim all the negative thoughts and feelings plaguing you after your less than stellar day.

He offers you a few small pecks to the apple of your cheek for good measure.

𖦹. ━ ZHONGLI !!

Though Zhongli has only lived amongst humans for a short time in comparison to what his appearance might lead many to believe, he's become quite adept at ascertaining emotions from small details. He's become especially good at identifying your moods in particular, so it comes as little to no shock when you come home after a fairly rough day and Zhongli almost immediately catches onto your thinly veiled fretting.

"Today didn't quite go as planned, I presume?" He asks, placing a comforting hand on your knee as he takes a seat beside you

It's a small geture, but it means the world to you.

"Not exactly," you reply. "Nothing that happened was all that bad, but it became harder for me to focus once my rhythm had been thrown off, and I ended up scrambling for the rest of the day."

Zhongli nods in understanding.

"Some days are harder than others. The best you can give will be different at any given time, so it's important to acknowledge your efforts and treat yourself with kindness, even when you don't feel like you're working to the fullest of your capabilities."

Ah, there he goes again, being so wise. You can't help but to smile when he speaks to you like this, tailoring advice to you from his long history of experiences. When you tell him things, no matter how disjointed at times, he seems to see right through all the inconsistencies and the emotions that get jumbled up in the mix, cutting through to the heart of the problem no matter what it may be.

"I'll keep that in mind," you nod, "—thank you."

He senses very quickly that you feel something is missing but don't have the nerve to ask for it. He pauses, waiting to see if you'll cave and just be honest about your desires. When you don't, however, Zhongli decides to offer himself to you.

"Would you like a hug?" He asks, pressing the flat of his palm to the crown of your head affectionately.

You're a bit embarrassed that it was so easy to see through you, but you're certainly not in any place to turn him away. After all, you really do want that hug. So, you nod your head, and Zhongli smiles at you softly before pulling you into his embrace.

𖦹. ━ XIAO !!

As someone who hasn't spent much time around humans or the adepti that live among them, Xiao is quite a bit out of touch with his own feelings, —as well as everyone else's. Emotions aren't an easy thing to muster up for him, nor to understand in others. Still, he's by no means oblivious to the way you don't greet him as happily when he shows up at random this evening.

Even so, he says nothing of it until hours have passed, the evening sunlight has been replaced by a waning moon, and you've yet to truly seem like yourself.

"Are you unhappy?" Xiao eventually asks.

He maintains a steady distance for the time being, uncertain of what it is you need. If he were to go off his own personal experiences, he'd likely give you space and time to sit alone and think, to process, to grieve whatever's happened. . . But he's proficient enough in the way humans work now to understand that being alone isn't always preferable. In fact, now that he's thinking about it, being alone hasn't always been preferable to him, either.

"Unhappy?" You parrot, "—I don't think I'd say that, no. . . I'm just a little down is all."

He nods in understanding and closed the gap between you a bit, standing nearer to you.

"Is there a reason why?"

He asks because, from what Xiao has gathered, sometimes humans just feel sad because they do, with no inherent rhyme or reason.

"Not a singular one, no," you shake your head, "but a lot of small things built up over the course of the day, and I ended up. . . Feeling really overwhelmed," you elaborate.

Now that Xiao understands. He knows what it's like to be completely and utterly in over your head, floundering for breath, making mistake after mistake. He understands very well the way pressure builds inside the body, threatening to explode in any form it can, —whether in sadness, anger, frustration, or something completely different altogether.

"Is there something I can do to help?"

Such a simple gesture, and yet it means the world to you.

You don't need anything in particular. It's obvious that you can just try again tomorrow, be better than you were today. . . You know how to fix things, how to men your mistakes and get quickly back on track. But the fact that Xiao is so clearly going outside of his comfort zone to offer you refuge away from yourself is enough to make your heart jump in the cavern of your chest.

"Could I just have a hug?" You inquire honestly.

Though Xiao is quite a bit taken aback by that, he sees no point in denying you one. So, he nods his head and wordlessly accepts you into his arms, holding you close. One of his hands comes up to lie flat against the back of your head. He doesn't say it, but you know you can stay there for as long as you need.

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romanarose · 8 months

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Fic Recs

I'll admit I've been slacking. A lot. It was a high anxiety summer as you know, and I've finally been able to pretty much cut ties with an abusive friend who was causing a LOT of those anxiety and panic attacks. BUT I want to rec some of my fav writers and fav stories.

To keep the presure low on myself I am only linking ONE story per writer, whatever story that speaks to me. I do hope if you like the story you'll check out more from them!

Please remember to reblog their stories if you read them, and if you feel inclinded, leave a kind comment! Big comments are fantastic but even a short "Great story!" Means the world!

Dead Dove Do Not Eat and all dark fics will be in red. Might make a whole other dddne tag list on my dark blog on of these days lmfao

Moon Knight

Fractured Moon by @melodygatesauthor : DDDNE Yandere Moon boys x reader, non con, extreme violence but such good interpretations of the boys

Friendly Favors by @runa-falls best friend steven, friends with benefits??? friends to lovers??? yes plzzz

Rydal Keener

Oxford Comma by @whatthefishh : Collage AU, Rydall is cunty, serves cunt, and eats cunt. What can I say.

TLOU (Most of what I'm reading rn if im being honest)

Linger On by @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin : Pre-outbreak!Joel, angst, yummy smut, ft. my boyfriend, Tommy (Angela said I can be Tommy's gf)

Caught by @toxicanonymity : Inspired Keep Cry'n, Joel catches you when you try to run, masterbates onto your face. part 2 has TOMMMYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

Maintainence Man series by @gracieispunk : Joel is a, well, Maintenace man in our building! He is married but that doesn't stop him from fucking you

Hungry Hearts @atinylittlepain : If ya'll know me, you know I love Bruce Springsteen. I have 2 fics named after springsteen songs, one joel one javi/santi/reader. I've fallen behind on the series but loved it enough to make fan art! terrible fan art but still! Pre-outbreak, takes place in two timelines- college age and then the 2000'. Joel has Sarah, reader is ellies mom which I think is fun.

Exit Wounds by @strang3lov3 : No fic masterlist so I tagged the main masterlist. Now listen. I love Tommy Y'all know I love tommy... but cheating on tommy? Im so sorry baby. But ur also an asshole lol. Had it coming.

Creep by @theywhowriteandknowthings : I- ugh just read it. darkish but nothing insane like the wrong way lmfao. pretty mild comparatively but use discression but THAT TWISTTTTTTTT

Only Daddy That'll Walk the Line by @millerscoffee Yellow istead of red bc its not like. dark but Joel's pretty mean

Not A Survialist Girl by @tightjeansjavi again yellow bc joel's a dick lol but THE DIRTY TALK?!?!?!?!?!?!?

Miguel O'Hara

Halo by @missdictatorme : Miguel O'Hara goes full Nathan Bateman and fucks his ai. Whore.

Only You Only Me by @astroboots : so im behind on this one too. What about it! Im terrible I know but like Hungry Hearts above I may be a slow reader but I didn't forget and also did stupid fan art of this great fic too. lol. Anyway plz read this, I cant give a great summary bc im only a few chapters in but if youre in the oscar fandon you know cici writes only bangers

No One But Me by @koshkamartell : You try to break things off with Joel and begin spending time with the hot librrian in Jackson. Joel does not like thi

Triple Frontier

Under Neon Lights by @campingwiththecharmings : sexy drunk sex with my baby boi, santi <3

Through the Scope by @ssuperficialspacecadett : Reader works for Benny and falls for frankie. Great relationships with all the boys, reader has sexual trauma so you knoooooooow i eat these fics up!!!! lovely to see all them be appriciated with special focus on FRANKIE my precious lol guy

Shared Breathes by @frenchiereading : DAD FRANKIE x teacher reader. Triple frontier may have forgotten Frankie has a baby (he deserved the money for her) BUT WE DID NOT!!!!!

The Story of Us by @pimosworld : You served in the military with the boys but they made a deal not to sleep with you. Years later after helping you escape abuse, one by one they begin to waver aka you fuck them all. FishBen as a bonus!!

Goddamn have I really only been reading TLOU XD lmfao makes sense bc thats mostly what Im writing. That and the Javier pena x reader x santi and then the will fic but im soooooooooo much of a TLOU whore rn its insane.

Im sure ill remeber some more amazing TF fics soon but for now here we are!

Gonna plug real quick my latest one shot tho bc it's a holiday and I can self promo if I want! Shana Tova, moon boys x non jewish!reader where the moon boys share a part of their jewish identity with you!

THANK YOU TO ALL WRITERS FOR YOUR HARD WORK, I APPRICIATE YOU!

If you ever seen my like and not reblog know its just bc I forgot and im sorry. If you ever tagged me in a tag game and i never responded its bc I forgot and again IM SORRY

If I didnt tag anyone and you think i didt think your fic was worthy THATS NOT IT im simply overwhelmed with how much ive read and how this summer was and i just havnt organized it all. Im sorry!!

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bluesylveon2 · 8 months

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The Way to Ruggie's Heart is With Donuts

Summary: While at Prince Leona's engagement party, Ruggie meets an angel sent from above.

Note: royal au, fem reader, fluff, changing POV's, nicknames (Angel = Yuu, Dandelion = Ruggie), food mentioned, and Leona/his Yuu cameo. Reggie’s outfit is his Glorious Masquerade one

Warning: not beta read and possible ooc characters

Word Count: 2.9k

Masterlist: here, Series Masterlist: here

"Ruggie, come here really quick."

"Yeah, Grammy?" A hyena beastman said as he set a box of food down. The boy wiped the sweat off his brow and eyed his grandmother's blue-gray eyes.

"You always work hard to keep this house afloat. I have a surprise for you." The woman grabbed an envelope from her pocket and slid it to Ruggie.

"Some donuts?" Ruggie joked, and Grammy Bucchi shook her head.

"There could be. This envelope contains an invitation to Prince Leona's engagement party. It's also a masquerade."

Ruggie raised a brow in disbelief. "Prince Leona wants a masquerade party?" He had seen the Prince a few times in his life, and Leona looked like the last person to have a party like that.

"His fiance requested it. Who is he to say no to her?"

Ruggie hummed in agreement. "Why am I getting this invite?"

"Because you are going."

Ruggie's eyes widened so much that it almost looked like they were popping out of his skull. "But isn't that in soon in Noctis Corvus? That's far away! How would I get there?"

"Which is why I was able to pull some strings for you. Let's say I have a friend in the palace who has set up everything for you." Grammy Bucchi pushed the envelope closer. "Now, you can stay home or go. Your choice, but don't take too long, or you will miss it."

Ruggie eyed the envelope and carefully removed the contents inside. The color and font of the invitation screamed expensive. The gold lettering of his name, or what he thought was his name, was very different from what the hyena could write.

Then there was the party itself. Based on Grammy's words, his transportation there and outfit were covered. But then what? He did not have to mingle with the rich snobs. He could stay near the food and sneak some home for the kids. Ruggie's mouth watered at the variety of food that could be there. He turned to his grandmother with a smile.

"Alright. I'll do it."

Grammy smiled. "Good. Now, when you get to the Noctus Corvus, look for someone named Kifazi. He will help you with everything."

A few days later

The party was lively based on the many guests dancing to the music or mingling with Leona and his fiance. Everyone was having a grand time except for one.

Yuu were bored and hungry. She was sure her silver mask did not even hide it, too.

She loved dancing and meeting new people but did not want to dance with a man who boasts about himself and nothing else (aka her current dance partner). Yuu questioned how a low-ranking noble like herself got pulled into this situation while her stomach was growling. Yuu could not stop thinking about food and remained composed as her silver dress flowed around her. After what felt like hours, the song finally ended, and Yuu took a bow with her dance partner.

"I am going to step out and take a break. I feel parched." Yuu said with a (fake) tired smile. She picked up her silver dress and began to walk off.

"I can go with you." The man tried to follow.

"No!" Yuu exclaimed and cleared her throat. "I mean, no, thank you." Her eyes noticed a couple heading her way. "I will be on my way." She quickly slipped with the unaware couple to get as far away from the man as possible. Her eyes quickly noticed a table with a large assortment of sweets. The variety ranged from Harveston in the Shaftlands to the Queendom of Roses. The sweet aroma filled her nose and called to her in temptation. Yuu let her feet guide her until she stood in front of them.

It seemed like she was not the only one who gave in to the temptation. Standing a few feet away from her was a young man wearing a golden ensemble, a mask covering one eye, and a round hat with feathers. It complemented Yuu's silver dress and mask. Yuu noticed his sandy blonde hair and hyena ears sticking out from the hat. Yuu could see his eyes sparkle, and his tail wagged excitedly as he eyed the delicious treats.

Cute. Yuu smiled and stepped closer to the male.

"I recommend trying the apfelstrudel, flan, and lava cake. All three are different in their own way, and they taste delicious."

The male looked at Yuu in shock, but it quickly went away. "Which one do you like the most?" He asked, his eyes briefly glancing at the girl's diamond-covered bracelet.

Yuu hummed in thought. "It's not on my list." She pointed to a round treat covered in sugar with a cream-colored dot sticking out of the side. "That's a bomboloni. It is like a donut, also known as a big bomb, because of the filling inside. It is my favorite, and I was surprised to see it at this party. If only they were fresh out the stove."

The male laughed a strange but lovely laugh in Yuu's ears. "Thank you for the recommendations, miss." He proceeded to grab one of everything and many of the bombolonis. Yuu watched the male stack each dessert on his tiny plate.

"I don't think that will all fit." Yuu chuckled, her eyes filled with amusement.

"Don't underestimate me, miss. I can do it." The male replied as he proceeded to stuff his mouth with bombolonis.

"I believe you. Anyways, what is your name? I don't think I've ever seen you around here before." Yuu asked, unaware of her companion's momentarily freezing.

"That's a secret since this is a masquerade. Besides, I'm usually at the back of these parties. I don't show my face often, and the Prince does not mind."

Yuu hummed in response. "I see. Okay, so what should I call you?"

The male shrugged. "Anything you want, I guess."

Yuu hummed. She unconsciously rubbed her thumb against her bracelet in thought as her eyes scanned the male's outfit. "How about Dandelion? It goes with your outfit."

"Shye hee hee, that's an odd name. Alright, If we are going by nicknames, then you can be Angel," He pointed at her bracelet. "Because that looks like a small halo."

"Alright, Dandelion." Yuu let out a small giggle as Dandelion's pile grew higher and higher. "Hey, I have an idea, Dandelion." The hyena raised his visible eyebrow and continued adding more food to his plate. "How about we go to a different room to eat all the food?"

Dandelion froze as Yuu started piling her plate with desserts. "You want to help me? We literally just met."

Yuu glanced at Dandelion while she added more food; her pile started to rival his. "Yeah, but would you want to eat your dessert mountain before these snobby people? Why not eat it in a different place and savor it? Plus, we can talk more about them after."

"Shyeheehee, you are a weird girl. I thought you would rather stick to dancing with the party like a goody-two-shoes."

"I don't like dancing that much." Yuu shrugged, and Dandelion grinned.

"Lucky you, I'm not much of a dancer anyway."

Yuu grabbed one of Dandelion's free hands. "Then let's ditch this party and enjoy the food." She said with a mischievous grin.

"Lead the way."

Meanwhile

"Those two are cute, right, Leona? The princess asked as she watched the two lovebirds leave the ballroom with loving smiles on their faces.

Leona scoffed. "That hyena has been making heart eyes towards the girl since he ran into her at the dessert table. I'm getting tired of watching it."

The princess smirked and looped an arm around her fiance's arm. "It reminds me of a certain someone, huh?"

Leona looked at her with wide eyes. "Why you-"

"You know you weren't exactly stealthy about hiding it either. Vil complained about it to me a lot."

Leona looked away with a blush on his face. "Shut it."

The princess playfully rolled her eyes before grabbing Leona's cheek to turn his head to her and peck his lips. "And you love me for it." She laughed as she let herself be embraced in Leona's arms. The two watched the crowd below them until she spoke again. "That hyena…Is he the one Kifazi mentioned?"

Leona nodded. "He is."

"So when are you going to tell him?"

"I'll let him spend time with the girl. I don't feel like interrupting them when I can corner him in the morning." Leona said. He did not have to look down to know that his fiance was smiling, satisfied with his answer.

"Weren't you tired of watching the hyena make heart eyes to the girl?" The princess quipped, amusement in her voice.

Leona kissed the princess' temple. "I'm a nice guy, Princess."

"Wait, so you can actually make these yourself?" Ruggie asked as he licked the jelly out of his fingers. Angel was unfazed by it and giggled instead.

"Yeah, my friend, a baker who works in Briar Valley, taught me. I can make those and different varieties of donuts."

Ruggie questioned if the sun was up because he saw sparkles and a glow from the moonlight behind Angel. The light highlighted her features and made her silver jewelry shine like gemstones. To him, the girl look like an angel sent from above.

"What else can you make?"

"Lots of things. Main dishes, sides, desserts, you name it! I can most likely make it." Ruggie's eyes lit up, and he felt his mouth water, thinking about the mountain of food.

Angel shifted in her seat and leaned a little bit toward Ruggie. "So, that's enough about me. What do you do? It seems like you know the Prince."

"Well, I've seen him a few times. I mostly work in the slums and help the children."

"Really! That is really sweet of you."

Ruggie chuckled nervously at his half-lie, and he turned to Angel. "I would still do it even if I was not obligated to. You know, your talent would really help. Those kids would eat anything."

Angel grinned, her eyes brightening like the Sunset Savanna sun. "I would love to! I could even open a restaurant for them."

"Well, you do need some help running it."

"Are you implying that you help?" Angel said as she looked into Ruggie's mischievous eyes. The thought of her and Ruggie helping the kids did not seem bad in her mind.

"Of course."

Angel held her hand out and shook Ruggie's hand. "It's settled, partner."

"Partner," Ruggie replied but did not let go of Angel's hand. The two stared at each other until a knock interrupted their thoughts.

"Hey? Is someone in there?" Ruggie's companion froze, and a moment of fear flashed in her eyes.

"Shit, he's after me?" Angel hissed while standing up, her hands fiddled with her bracelet. Her eyes wandered between her friend's worried look and the door.

"What do you mean? Who's after you?" Ruggie placed his hands on Yuu's shoulders to comfort her.

"Listen, you stay here while I leave. Leave once you hear I'm gone. I don't want to cause a scene if someone sees us alone." She removed her bracelet from her arm, grabbed Ruggie's hand, and placed it in his palm.

"Take this and sell it. I think it goes for ten thousand thaumarks."

Ruggie's eyes widened as he eyed the sparkly accessory. "Ten thousand?! Are you sure you want to give me this?" Usually, Ruggie never refused a money opportunity, but this was from a woman! He was not reckless enough to run off to sell it without permission.

"Yes, I trust that you will use it well." Angel reluctantly let go of Ruggie and made her way to the door. "I hope to see you soon, Dandelion."

Ruggie gently gripped the bracelet and smiled sadly. His heart felt heavy thinking about how the literal angel sent to him was going away so soon. "See you later, Angel. You should also teach me all of the donut recipes you know."

She only laughed; her smile made her glow even more. "I promise"

And with that, his angel was gone.

Ruggie was back in the ballroom, dancing to the music with his angel. He gazed at her lovingly as the two twirled around the dancefloor.

"I wish this would never end." His angel said. There was a glow around her body, and her eyes sparkled like jewels.

Ruggie's hand slid down her back to support her while he dipped her. "I don't want it to either." He admitted and pulled her close.

His angel smiled sadly and stopped dancing. "But you still have to wake up."

"What?"

"Oi, Ruggie, wake up." a new voice called out, breaking Ruggie out of his slumber. Ruggie's eyes opened; his eyes did not see the ballroom but focused on the furniture of the guest room assigned to him.

"Finally, you're awake."

The blonde turned his head to see the Prince Leona of Sunset Savanna (and eventual Prince consort of Nocte Corvus) staring back at him with bored emerald eyes.

"What the heck? What are you doing here in my room?"

Leona rolled his eyes. "Good morning to you, too. Let me get straight to the point. I am offering you a job."

Ruggie eyed Leona suspiciously. "What's the catch?"

"There is no catch. I've heard about your reputation, Ruggie. Your knowledge about the slums of Sunset Savanna would benefit me in hopes of improving it with my influence here. You know your way in and out of it and potentially similar places in this kingdom. With that, I want you to work for me."

Ruggie relaxed a little bit, but he was still suspicious of Leona. "Is that why I'm here? You decided to corner me now to be an advisor?"

"Including you in the party was my fiance's idea. She insisted on it." Leona stood up and stretched, his body popping every now and then.

Ruggie thought he must have been sitting here for a while as Leona looked down at him.

"You have a minute to decide either yes or no. I don't care which you choose, but I think you are the best for the job. Besides, it gives you plenty of opportunities to see that girl you were with yesterday." Ruggie's shocked look at the revelation only caused Leona to laugh as he went to a nearby dresser. "You were very obvious." Leona picked up the object sitting on it and threw it in Ruggie's direction.

The blonde caught the object and inspected it. When she smiled, the diamonds in his angel's bracelet glimmered like her eyes. He thought of his grandma at home, the kids trying to survive to see the next day, and his angel, who he wished he got the name of.

Yes, I trust that you will use it well. His angel's voice rang, causing Ruggie to smile and rub the cool metal with his fingers. This was noticed by Leona.

"So you have your answer?"

Ruggie looked up at Leona with determined eyes. "I'll do it."

A few months later

Yuu watched as the buildings passed her view. She was heading to the castle to have tea with the newly crowned Queen of Nocte Corvus and a few other noble ladies. Others consider themselves lucky to be a part of the Queen's social event, but Yuu thought otherwise. The girl sighed as she watched the carriage pass by a group of children playing nearby. The children's smile reminded her of Dandelion's smile when he saw the dessert table at the party. The girl had never heard from Dandelion (how could she since she did not know his real name) since she had to leave that night. Although she had gone through the next few months like normal, Yuu secretly hoped to one day run into Dandelion just for once.

"We are here, Miss." her coach's voice brought Yuu out of her thoughts, unaware that the carriage stopped before the grand castle of Nocte Corvus.

Her goes nothing, Yuu thought as she stepped out. The bright sun blinded her until her eyes adjusted to it. Yuu thought she was hallucinating but saw a familiar mop of blonde hair and hyena ears grinning at her. He wore much fancier clothes than before, and his face was now uncovered. Yuu could now see the speckles of gray in his blue eyes and a light dust of freckles on his cheeks. The sound of a very unique laugh brought her to reality.

"Dandelion?" Yuu only managed to say.

The beastman smirked with glee in his eyes. "Hello, Angel, it has been a while."

Yuu immediately ran to him and pulled him in for a hug. "You're here!" She laughed as Ruggie picked her up by the waist and spun her.

"Oi, Ruggie. Hurry up so Yuu can finally stretch. She traveled far to be here, ya know?" A bored voice called out, breaking the atmosphere around them. The couple turned to find Prince Leona staring at them while his wife giggled at his side.

"Oh, so your name is Ruggie. That is a fitting name." Yuu smiled, ignoring the couple watching them.

Ruggie grinned and maintained his hold on Yuu. "Same to you, Yuu." He stared into Yuu's eyes again before grabbing her hand and leading her into the castle. "C'mon, Yuu. I requested the chefs make some donuts, and catching up while they're hot is better."

Yuu nodded and followed the blonde. She passed by the Queen, who had a knowing smile on her face. She did not need to attend the tea party after all.

As the couple ran, Yuu noticed the silver bracelet dangling on Ruggie's wrist and smiled. It seemed like everything would be well after all.

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pinkrangersarah · 3 months

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I REALLY hate that Hazbin Hotel was only given eight episodes per season. Like, that is definitely not a lot of time for a story like this to flourish so a lot of it ended up feeling rushed to me. I can't really blame the creators for this as the time constraint wasn't their fault, so I have to cut them some slack.

Final thoughts:

I'm a sucker for themes of gray morality, love that here. It is fascinating that not even angels know what allows a soul to be granted entrance into Heaven, so they come off as very hypocritical when Adam can behave like a blood hungry, sexist jackass but the second Charlie lets the F-bomb slip she's looked down on. Excited to know what becomes of Pentious being redeemed and allowed into Heaven whilst Adam was slain in Hell.

I am so glad the Overlords are not the pompous pricks I was prepared for them to be. With a cast consisting of many assholes, I'm glad that most of the Overlords actually seemed pretty diplomatic and have a mutual respect for one another, minus the Vees. Rosie is an absolute delight and Carmilla won me over in "Hello Rosie". It is absolutely hilarious that Rosie's domain, Cannibal Town, is the most pleasant and charming place in all of Hell.

I do hate to be that person, but I actually thought the finale was sort of underwhelming. Again, there were time constraints so it's hard to criticize them for that, but everything was just thrown at me and I wasn't given the time to let moments sink in. (To be fair, I did accidentally spoil myself for Sir Pentious, so that one is mostly on me, but the scene still came and went very quickly.) Lucifer sort of shows up out of nowhere, but it's hard to complain when I enjoyed watching him go ape shit on Adam.

I don't know if it's another hit by the time constraints or if I just find Vaggie to be too boring (which I do), but I am not invested in the Chaggie romance at all. Their duet felt empty because I personally don't feel the chemistry between them, which is a shame because I want to like them. I love the dynamic they're supposed to have, but it feels so shallow.

I am glad they're allowing themselves to take on certain slow burns, though, like the budding romance between Angel and Husk, and the fact Alastor's soul belongs to somebody. I was prepared for them to reveal what Alastor's deal with, but I'm glad they didn't because it makes me eagerly anticipate next season.

Lilith's reveal pissed me off, and I'm trying to remind myself that there's still a whole other season to see what her game is, to not jump to conclusions. I am literally begging her not to be a secret antagonist. I don't think the theory of her owning Alastor's soul is completely out the window; my sister speculates that she sent Alastor to help Charlie because she couldn't (she seems to also have some deal in place) or wouldn't. My theory is that she got fed up with Lucifer doing nothing, allowing the extermination to happen, succumbing to selfishness and abandoning them. VivziePop herself said Lilith and Lucifer were madly in love, so I'm hoping it's family drama that will be given the attention and time to heal.

Despite its flaws, this show feels worth the wait. The animation is great; it's very fluid, the characters are expressive, and I really like most of the character design changes from the pilot. It's wonderful to see how far this team has come from the pilot. I've been a slut for shows incorporating songs since Phineas and Ferb, and Hazbin has so many great songs. The amount of times I've listened to many of them on Spotify is starting to get embarrassing.

It's still early, but I think Hazbin Hotel has earned its spot as one of the most anticipated shows of 2024, and will earn its place as one of my top ten shows of 2024.

#hazbin hotel

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Okay like if you agree, but….

here are 3 trends that I wish the fantasy genre would take a break from for a little while.

*Quick disclosure, this isn’t meant to feel overly negative, I mostly want to hear other people’s opinions on these trends and others!*

Hungry Games-esque “a competition with deadly stakes” plot lines. On the one hand, I get it, because like the rest of the world, I was totally enthralled by this premise when it was first introduced in the 2000 Japanese film Battle Royale and later, the Hunger Games. However, at this point the idea of the main character entering into a deadly competition feels a little tired and predictable, and unlike Battle Royale and The Hunger Games, the many of the latest iterations lack the searing social commentary which made the premise so compelling. Notable Examples: Serpent and the Wings of Night, Lightlark, The Jasad Heir

Motherfucking EPIGRAPHS. You know, that line or paragraph of text which proceeds every chapter. In the fantasy genre, often it is an except from a historical or religious text from the world in which the book is set. And here’s the thing—it’s not that I hate epigraphs, or that I don’t understand their purpose. They can be an elegant way to add context to the story without burdening the main narrative with too much exposition, and they can also help the created world to feel more “lived in”. Having said that, I feel like they are starting to get way overused, and for me, they’ve gone from feeling like a cool way for the author to provide context and add meta commentary to their story to serving as a slightly less clunky vehicle of info-dumping. Like…am I supposed to be remembering the characters of this lore which I only ever hear about through these epigraphs, because I can assure you, I am not. In other instances, they can feel like an authors lack of faith in the reader, as if they are afraid we might miss the point if they don’t include an unsubtle cue as to where we ought to focus our attention at the start of every chapter. I respect the role epigraphs have played in fantasy classics like Dune and Wheel of Time, but I currently feel the number of novels employing them has become fatiguing, and I hope the trend of including them decreases, at least in the short-term. Notable examples: Fourth Wing (Empyrean Series, Swordcatcher, Furyborn (Empirium series)

A [Blank] of [Blank] and [Blank] Not much to say here other than…when are romantasy authors going to let this go?? 😮‍💨😮‍💨 While you could argue the true genesis of this title naming convention could be GRRM’s A Song of Ice of Fire, I think we can all agree that—for better or worse—it was the popularity of ACOTAR that sent this title style into the stratosphere, and at this point, it has become ubiquitous to the point of literal disorientation. To me there is nothing inherently wrong with this title style (though I would also argue there is nothing particularly gripping about it, at least not enough to warrant a trend of this size) but it basically renders all of these books—which are already of a similar vibe and style—virtually indistinguishable. As a reader on the hunt for new books to scratch that romantasy itch, it’s nearly impossible to tell the dozens of titles bearing this title apart, which means I have no sense which which ones I’ve read, which I haven’t, which caught my interest, which I started and didn’t care for, etc. I have idea how much of this is a consequence of publishers trying to capitalize on a known entity in order to make the most money and how much is just the fact that naming a book is really fucking hard, but good lord, what is it gonna take to stop this madness? Notable examples: quite literally too many to name

What do yall think? Do you agree, disagree? What are some fantasy trends you’d like to see go away/make a comeback

#feathery asks #fantasy genre #fantasy trends #iron flame #SJM

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urfavstargirl1 · 1 year

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a recipe for disaster - an e.m. one shot

summary: Shy!academic weapon!reader has a crush on the cute senior, Eddie Munson, in her home ec class. They’ve become friends over the course of the semester, but she wants more. Only problem, he already has a girlfriend.

Cw: for the sake of the story, Eddie and Chrissy are 17 while the reader is 16 and Eddie graduates on time, angst, yearning, pining, unhappy ending

a/n: I've had the worst writers block, but cooked up something and wanted to gift my lovely fandom baddies a valentines day surprise. may or may not be based on a true story with the same unhappy ending

word count: 4k

“Hey Eddie, can you pass me the sugar?”

“Sure thing, sugar.”

My initial reaction is to furrow my brows and make a face of disgust, glaring at Eddie from the sides of my eyes. And at the same time, my heart rate increases just a little too much while a sense of heat crawls through my veins.

He stifles a laugh with a tight lipped smile and winks at me. It’s a playful wink. One that diffuses the tension created by the aforementioned pet name.

“Sorry,” He chuckles and shrugs, “Couldn't help myself.”

I nervously laugh and nod, not sure how else to react. But inside I feel a weird sense of gnawing.

Even though it was just Eddie being silly, something about him calling me sugar feels… off-putting.

For one, I’m almost grossed out by how much I liked it. Never would I ever admit to such a thing. But also, it felt weird to hear a guy call me something like that. No one ever calls me things like that. Especially not a boy like Eddie Munson. Or a boy who has somebody else in his life to be calling those names.

I carefully pour out the sugar into the measuring cup and toss it into the bowl.

Today we’re making sponge cakes. Should be easy enough.

It’s nice having a class like home ec right before lunch. I always get hungry eyes looking at all of our delectable creations and am rewarded by getting to eat them soon after.

Today is no different. But what is different, is Eddie’s energy. He’s always playful and teasing like this, but today he’s somehow… a bit more revved up about it.

“I’m so fucking hungry,” Eddie mutters as he bounces on his tippy toes, “can’t wait to demolish this thing when class is over.”

I smile and exhale through my nose, feeling the same way.

The word sugar in Eddie’s voice keeps buzzing around my head like a swarm of bees, and I wish for something to distract it.

And sure enough, Eddie begins to hum the words:

Pictures building in my head

Nothing done and nothing said

Talking to me with your eyes

What they say is no surprise

Things are so much different now

But nothing lasts forever

He bops his head back and forth and taps his fingers along the table. Then he looks at me and smiles, shaking his head to the rhythm as he sings the words:

You, looking at me, looking at you

I wanna talk to you

You, looking at me, looking at you

I look at him and awkwardly smile, intermittently looking between him and the bowl of dry ingredients that is much less uncomfortable to be looking at because it doesn’t have the same big brown eyes that look deep into your soul if you make eye contact long enough.

“Mr. Munson,” the teacher calls out from a few tables behind us, “Let’s keep it down a bit, shall we?”

Eddie looks over his shoulder and gives her a stellar albeit sarcastic grin, “Sure thing Mrs.P!”

He turns back at me and rolls his eyes. I chuckle.

“Practicing some new band material, are we?”

“Yeah,” Eddie scoffs as he dips his fingers into the sack of flour and quickly flicks it in my face, “Maybe. Do you like it?”

I screw my eyes shut and tense my body up as my hands fly upward, as though that’ll block any of the flour.

“Ugh,” I scoff. “What the hell Eddie? Did you even wash your hands before sticking them into the flour?”

I open my eyes to see him grinning at me. He’s lucky his smile is so damn infectious.

I smile back, “And no, I don’t like having flour thrown in my face.”

“I was talking about the song,” Eddie says as I grab a bit of flour and flick it at his face, a few particles landing in his hair as the rest float around him.

It’s kind of fun being cheeky with Eddie like this. He brings out a playful side of me that I often forget exists.

“There, now we’re even. And yeah the song was good.”

It was good, if metal music is your thing. It was alright if the cutest boy in your class was singing aloud rather obnoxiously.

I’d confidently fall in the latter group.

“So Corroded Coffin’s adding new stuff to the set list?” I ask as I read out the next step in the recipe.

“Maybe you should come and find out for yourself,” Eddie nonchalantly smirks.

I turn to look at him, and he winks, again.

What the hell does that mean?

Before I can shyly turn away and avoid his penetrating gaze, he places a hand on my shoulder.

“Wait,” he says as his hand falls, as though it weighs a ton of bricks, onto my shoulder like this is where it calls home, giving him a much needed break.

Without moving my head, I freeze and look down from his hand on my shoulder up to his face. His eyes don’t meet mine. They're deep in focus looking at something below my own.

“You have some flour on your cheek,” Eddie says in a low, quiet voice as he leans closer. I tense up even more and close my eyes, unsure if I even want to bear witness to what is happening to me.

But then I feel heat in the form of Eddie’s rough hand as it cups the side of my face. His thumb slowly strokes against the now burning skin of the apple of my cheek. I could just melt.

And then he softly blows a whisper of air onto my cheek and it’s game over.

My eyes shoot open, but just as quickly as it started, Eddie ends it. And soon, I only feel the ghost of his hand lingering against my skin.

I make the mistake of looking into his eyes and he smiles at me. As if to say, there we go, no longer a smudge on this beautiful oil on canvas.

I clear my throat and turn back to our work station. I attempt to give the recipe a once over, but the words look shaky.

“Hey, um, could you go get some vanilla extract,” I ask. Eddie nods and leaves the table.

That was a close one.

Eddie gets distracted pretty easily, so I usually end up having to set us on course, or give him things to do, like grab whatever ingredient or go ask another table for their measuring cup.

But today, it’s because I’m the distracted one.

I’ll be the first to admit that I make a good effort to resist the charms of Eddie Munson. He’s cute, funny, and an overall fun person to be around. But, that? What the hell was that?

I’m usually good at not being too distracted by him in this class. Even in an elective class like this, I have to take things seriously. Wouldn’t want my gpa to take the fall for it. But today he’s coming in at full force.

If I didn’t know better, I’d say he was taunting me. But that can’t be, right?

I somehow manage to calm myself down enough by the time Eddie comes back. He sets the small dark bottle on the table. I take it and pour out a teaspoon.

“Seriously, you should come see us sometime. You could use the study break.”

“What,” I ask. I can’t remember anything that happened before Eddie… touched me.

“Corroded Coffin. You should come check us out. Or check me out,” Eddie cheekily says as he grins and shakes his head from side to side.

“Oh,” I say breathlessly and sigh.

Eddie’s been bugging me for weeks about seeing his band play at some dive bar outside town. I’ve tried telling him that I’m busy, usually with studying, or that my parents would kill me for being out that late on a school night because for some god forsaken reason his band has to perform on Tuesday Nights.

But he won’t seem to take no for an answer. But he should, because I have no reason to be there.

God knows what spell he’d have on me after I saw him perform. Fingers flying along the guitar. Body moving to the rhythm of the song. Lips so close to the head of the microphone. Sweat gleaming off his skin.

It would be a disaster.

But, more importantly, it would be weird if I was there, because she is the one that’s supposed to be there, not me.

“Maybe next week,” I offer, not even feeling the slightest bit of remorse at the empty promise. Because it’s more than just that. It’s me covering my ass.

What would it say about me to be going through all the effort for a boy who is only really my friend for one class period a day. For a boy who already has a girlfriend, one that is very much not me.

I continue to add the rest of the ingredients before I pass the bowl to Eddie to stir.

I don’t know why, but mixing the ingredients is his favorite part. He genuinely gets a real kick out of it.

He says he hates measuring the ingredients because he always somehow fucks up and adds too much or too little. But he enjoys mixing them all together. He loves mixing as fast as he can and trying to beat his own personal record of how long it takes to whip the batter. We have a journal with documented scores and everything.

“How long was that,” he asks me as he shows me the bowl of yellow batter.

“I counted 15 seconds,” I say.

Eddie balls his hand into a fist and tucks it to his side, “Yes!”

“Better than last time,” I say encouragingly.

“Alright, let’s put this bad boy in the oven,” Eddie exclaims.

Letting the thing we’re making in class bake in the oven is usually the part where Eddie and I really get to talk.

Some days it’s ranting over what happened in one of our previous classes. Other days it’s learning about each other’s taste in movies and music. Today its–

“So how’re things going with Chrissy?” I blurt out nervously. One of us has to bring her up, right? Like somehow, I need us both to remember, he has a girlfriend.

He can’t be doing the things he does when he has a girlfriend. And I can’t enjoy those things when they come from a boy who has eyes for someone else.

He gingerly cupped my face and touched my cheek. And maybe it’s because that sort of thing doesn’t happen to me very often, but that’s the sort of thing reserved for boyfriends and girlfriends, right?

Maybe I’m just reading into it too much, but why did he do that? He really did not have to do that. He could have pointed out where the flour was on my face and I could have taken it myself. But, no. He didn’t.

“They’re good,” Eddie shrugs, as if he couldn’t be bothered to care, “She’s just been bugging about finding a dress for the homecoming dance.”

Oh, yeah. Just like I thought.

“Oh,” I gulp. “Finding the perfect outfit can be tough,” I say, trying to somehow empathize or just respond with something sensible because I don’t know what else to say.

Or, what I’d really rather say is, “If it were me going to the dance with you, I couldn’t care less what I wear.”

“Yeah, but she gets so worked up about it for no reason. Like really stressed about it. So I just end up telling her, babe you’d look good in a garbage bag. I don’t care what you wear. It’s just a dance.”

Do you hear that? Oh, no? Not to worry, it’s only the ice crystals on my heart crackling.

My brain keeps going in all different directions. It makes a pit stop at the sound of Eddie saying the word “babe” and imagining a brief scenario in which he might call me that. But then it continues traveling into another direction.

“Yeah,” I nod. “I’m sure it just feels like a lot of pressure to wear the right thing, you know? Being a girl and a cheerleader no less.”

“What do you mean?”

I glance at him, and he genuinely looks clueless.

“Um, I mean, it’s just that, as girls we, um, we’re often judged for what we wear. And I think in cheerleader culture or whatever, there’s like a big expectation to basically be a Barbie doll.”

Eddie shakes his head, “Yeah, but I don’t care about any of that stuff.”

I nod, “Yeah, but, I don’t know. Maybe she still does. Old habits die hard, as they say.”

God, I don’t even know why I’m defending this poor girl, but… I don’t know. She seems nice enough. And a weird, almost selfish part of me guesses I kind of want Eddie to be a good boyfriend, even if it’s not to me.

Eddie looks lost in thought as he contemplates my words. I’m starting to feel uneasy, so I try to slightly change the subject.

“So, anyways, do you think you’ll try to match whatever she ends up wearing.”

Eddie shakes his head.

“Oh, yeah, for sure. I know, it’s corny, but she likes it, so I do too,” Eddie replies as if it’s a given, like anyone would know.

I nod back and smile. And as he changes the subject, I’m grateful he doesn’t ask me if I’m going to the dance. I can barely stomach hearing about his perfect relationship with the most beautiful girl in school. If I had to tell him I’m not going because no one has asked me yet, I think I’d pass out.

“What about you? How’s honors math? Anything cool go on in honors gym? What’s your grade in honors lunch again?”

I roll my eyes and fight the smile wanting to form in my lips at hearing his cute laugh.

I should’ve never told Eddie that all the other classes in my schedule this semester were honors classes. He hasn’t let me live it down since.

“Actually yeah, today in honors gym, they took all the honors students and made us play dodgeball but instead of balls we threw textbooks,” I smile performatively.

Eddie snorts and erupts into a boisterous laugh, “God, I know you’re being sarcastic, but that is so fuckin’ hilarious. I would pay money to see that.”

I roll my eyes and glance at the timer. Still got 15 minutes to burn.

“Bet your little honors boyfriend would too.”

I bite my lip, “Eddie, how many times do I have to tell you, he’s not… my boyfriend. Just a boy who’s a friend.”

At least, that’s all I want him to be, now. After I’ve gotten to know Eddie.

“Does he know that too,” Eddie asks as he theatrically places an elbow on the workstation and rests his chin on his closed fist.

I press my lips together and exhale. “Yes, Eddie, I’m pretty sure he does.”

At the beginning of the semester, there was a boy in a few of my classes that I’d started having a crush on. And after a while, I could have sworn he might have felt the same. There were a lot of moments where it felt like he might be flirting with me. At the time, I was still getting to know Eddie, so when it inevitably came up between us during class, I would ask him for advice about what to do.

But somewhere along the way, I got to know Eddie better and things changed. Soon, I’d forgotten all about the boy in my classes. I had eyes for someone else.

A boy in the grade above me, who was in zero honors classes, but somehow smarter than anyone I knew. A boy who was so messy and ruggedly handsome, but in a refreshing way compared to my clean cut way of life.

Eddie was the only boy who really saw me, as I was. Not just the honors student with good grades and a shoe-in for college. But as a girl who was wise beyond her years and wanted to explore the world, even if she didn’t really understand it.

And before long, he ended up becoming the only object of my affections. Even if that object was a forbidden fruit, never to be eaten, and only admired from afar.

As for that other boy, well, it’s safe to say he moved on.

“Ok, just checking,” Eddie replies.

I nod and look away awkwardly. I bend down to look through the glass door of the oven to check the cake. It’s starting to rise.

I rise and find Eddie looking at me, almost studying me. His gaze is calculated. For a moment, I match his gaze.

He’s a very expressive guy. If he doesn’t say it with his words, he’ll say it with his face. But right now, his expression is unreadable. His eyes, a dark cloud of mystery.

For a split second, something in his hair catches my eye. I break from his gaze and notice the flakes of flour still caught in his hair.

“Hey, um,” I say pointing to my own hair, “You still have some flour stuck in your hair.”

Eddie tilts his head and looks to the side opposite of where I’m pointing. “Oh, where?”

“Um,” I keep pointing, “Kind of by your cheek.”

Eddie runs a rough hand through his hair, “I don’t see it. There. Did that do it?”

I shake my head. He tries running his fingers again, but he doesn’t get it.

“Here,” I mutter as I hesitantly reach out and gently shake the bits of flour clinging to the curls by his face, “Um, kind of… like that.”

I dust off the remaining bits, gently raking my fingers through the loose ringlets. I can feel Eddie’s piercing gaze, like a laser burning through my skin. I ignore it and softly put the curl back into place, making sure his hair doesn’t look all mussed up.

When I retract my hand, I make the mistake of looking into Eddie’s eyes. He’s already smirking. Smirking like his lips wants to form a shit eating grin but he’s too pleased with himself.

“What?” I innocently ask as I let my hand fall to the wooden surface of the work station.

I look away, worried my eyes will say something my mouth will never have the courage to say. I’m sure the blazing heat I feel in my face will give it away, but let’s keep up the illusion that it won’t.

“Nothing,” Eddie sighs, “It’s just cute, you know?”

I scrunch my eyebrows, “What is?”

Eddie shrugs and then looks me square in the eye as he says in a seductive voice, “My hair looks sexy like this, doesn’t it?”

Yes.

“What?” I blurt out. I shake my head and scoff, “You’re crazy Munson.”

I look away and pretend to check on the cake again.

“You can pretend all you want,” Eddie replies cheekily, “But your eyes sure didn’t.”

“My eyes? Seriously? You’re seeing things,” I brattily say.

Oh my god. Am I that transparent?

Then, our home-ec teacher makes an announcement and points out the five minutes of class remaining. We all start to clear our workstations and take our assignment out of the oven and let it cool on the cooling rack.

Lunch can’t come soon enough. I’m feeling a lot like that sponge cake right now and I really just need some space to cool down from this conversation that has me way too heated.

Ding! The school bell rings, signaling the end of class. I end up letting Eddie keep the cake.

Eddie and I usually walk out of class together, today being no different. He’s moved past the whole hair incident, but I haven’t.

I feel so many things I can’t even begin to understand or explain.

But Eddie goes on about something Hellfire Club related as we walk through the halls. He says something and I don’t understand the reference, but it had the cadence of a joke, so I laugh.

As we walk to lunch, I see a girl from one of my classes come out of one of the rooms we pass.

Her name is Janet and I’m pretty sure she has band class before lunch. She looks at me and smiles while raising her eyebrows. I stare at her blank-faced as she makes her way down the hall and to the cafeteria like the rest of us.

“Hey princess,” Eddie greets as a cheerful blonde girl magically appears at his other side.

I nearly freeze in my tracks.

“Hey baby, I missed you!” She says as he leans over to press a chaste kiss to her lips.

I sharply turn my gaze forward.

I could almost throw up. I’m stunned with how open either of them are to such public displays of affection. I feel like I would be too aware of how many other people are seeing me engage in such a vulnerable act and get self-conscious.

Eddie starts talking to her, and suddenly I feel like a third wheel. Like I don’t need to be here. I’m intruding.

Eddie continues walking with Chrissy by his side.

I’ve never even properly met the girl. I’ve seen her around, and obviously know who she is because of Eddie. But face to face is new.

Does she even know I exist? Does Eddie talk about me to her? Probably not, right? That would be crazy.

I speed up my pace and weave through the crowd of students making their way to the lunch room. I continue my pace before turning over my shoulder and seeing them far back in the crowd.

I’d rather not meet her today. Not like this. Not after what happened in class.

I need to drill it in my head. Eddie has a girlfriend. There’s no way things could happen between us. Even if she wasn’t in the picture, Eddie would be graduating next year while I still have another year to go. It would never work. It’s impossible.

I keep having this internal debate as I wait in the lunch line and eat my food in tense silence as my friends rant about their fourth periods.

By the time I make it to fifth period, I’ve cooled down. I ran through our conversation about a hundred times. But I’m over it now.

“Hey,” Janet greets as she walks over and leans a hand on my desk.

“Hey,” I reply hesitantly. Janet and I are cordial in class, but not exactly someone who sits at my table at lunch.

“Who was that guy you were walking with earlier? He was really cute!”

I open my mouth and for a millisecond, nothing comes out, “What? Oh, him? That’s just a guy from my home-ec class?”

“How come I’ve never seen him before? Is he new?”

I glance around and notice the rest of the desks around me filling as students arrive to class.

“Um, no but he’s a senior.”

“Ooh, an older man,” Janet teasingly coos. I smile, albeit uncomfortably.

“Do you like him?”

Yes.

“What? No! He-He’s not my type, a-and besides, he has a girlfriend.”

“It sure didn’t look that way.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I saw the way he looked at you.”

The way Eddie looked at me.

I’m at a loss for words. What way did Eddie look at me? Why do I even care so much?

“What a shame? You guys would be really cute together.”

What?

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androgynousblackbox · 2 months

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Welcome to Hazbin Vale. 13 [Radioapple, Appleradio]

[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MqazV4hbu8E The song that Anthony refers to.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OmcQTfyziUI The lullaby that Alastor plays for Charlie.]

"Who is ready for some pizza rolls? I know you are, baby, sorry to keep you waiting.

I will see what else we have around here… Oh, Alastor, you had some pasta too."

"Niffty wanted to make some crafts with it and forgot about it. Cook all that you want, darling."

"So… Not to question the radio man with the weird ass radio powers that us mere mortals can't even begind to understand, but is there any reason why there was blasting of that romantic music just now? It just was so loud that we heard it up to here."

"I have no idea what you mean. Must have been the radio doing that automatically while I was having a shower. Nobody cares to hear about that, of course."

"Mmmm, is that so? Are you sure you weren't intending to hide anything more interesting than that? You know, I just can't help to notice that you and Luci suddenly look a lot more relaxed now.

Hah, there it is, that static sound thingy! I recognize that shit from your broadcast! That is a yes then! Holy shit, you waste no time. Hey, I don't blame you for that either, considering the circunstances.

Care to share some details?"

"Do you always need to do that thing with your mouth that you call talking?"

"I mean, I can do other things with it, but I suppose someone else has that role covered."

"Did you happen to forget who I am?"

"Oh, I remember. You are the guy who shook hands with Husky to keep both of us safe until this shit is over if we brought you these two. So you can threaten all you like, I know you can't do shit about it, babe.

Don't take it so personal, smiley face. This is just a little bit of payback for my grandpa.

And my own satisfaction too. Who is the top and who is the bottom? Come on, don't you think your listeners are dying to know? Did you got on your knees or…?"

"Husker, control your companion."

"I am not doing shit for you anymore. And I wouldn't do it either even if we weren't on this mess. Anthony can do whatever he wants."

"Thanks, hon. I knew there was a reason I let you get to third base on the first date."

"But I also want to make note that hearing about the sex life of this shithead is the last thing I want to do, so I am not engaging on this conversation at all."

"Boo, you are no fun.

Hey, Alie, want to hear about our first date? I, unlike other people, can be very generous with details."

"I suppose it must be easy to be generous when it comes to something that nobody cares about anyway."

"You will be surprised."

"Daddy."

"Yes, my little princess? The food will be ready on a bit. Are you hungry?"

"When are we going back home?"

"I… Honey, we… uh…"

"Soon enough, dear. You saw all that fog out there. It's truly dangerous to get outside while it's up so we all must stay here until it clears."

"Are you coming with us too, Alie?"

"Of course. I am getting out of here with you at the same time. I wouldn't want it any other way.

Take it from me, Charlie dear. Doesn't matter how much you love your job, nothing beats getting back home at the end of the day."

"But we are all together now so we can make it fun here too!"

"Indeed, that is very true, little one. But before that we should get you some actual food. You poor thing must not have eaten anything since this morning. I can hear that tummy rumbling from here."

"No, you can't! Don't lie, Alie!"

"Well, I am at least. Maybe I confused my rumbling with yours.

What was that, Lucifer darling? Do you need help with the plates? Don't mind if I do. How about you are a responsible girl and clear the table before lunch, dear? Anthony can help you out.

Since he is not doing anything at all except eating my chocolate."

"Mmm? I mean, sure, no problem.

Let's put all your crayons on their boxes and nevermind, your dogs just ate them all."

"Dazzle and Razzle can't eat, but can have my things inside of them. Want to see me opening their belly? I think I have some candy in there…"

"H-hey, Al, thank you for… I don't know what happened, I just froze there."

"Don't mentioned it. In my line work it is convenient to quickly think things to talk about on the fly. A minute of unnecesary silence is the dead of radio so I have to avoid it at all cost. Nobody wants to tune in just to hear the static."

"I don't know, I am starting to get used to it. It's kinda cute how you only do that when you get flustered or nervous about something.

I didn't understand it at first, but once I started to pay attention as to when it happened it became so obvious.

I mean it as a compliment, Al."

"It's not like I can control it either, so I am glad at least someone likes it."

"And the music?"

"What about the music?"

"The music during the shows. Was that also you or you didn't really control that?"

"Apparently it was all me. But I am myself just now realizing that."

"I liked them. That song that sounded when you talked about our first date I heard it all the time in the office."

"Well, then, if you ever happened to have a petition…"

"CAN I HAVE THE DUCKTALES SONG?!

Please, Alie, I want the ducktales song!"

"It's a show that she likes. But it's kinda modern so I don't know if… Oh, you can do that."

"If it was ever transmitted through radio waves, it's mine for the taking now."

"What a weirdly especific and useless power is that."

"Is that what you think, Husker?"

"Did…

Did you just…

Did you really just used a fart noise for when I sat down? What are you, twelve?!"

"Me? I didn't do anything at all. It must be the age catching up to you, old friend. That is what a bunch of donuts will do to you."

"I DON'T EVEN LIKE DONUTS THAT MUCH!"

"You don't?!

Aah!

Were you ordering all those donuts as a excuse to talk to me?!

Aww, Husky!"

"Can we change the subject already?!"

"What a real party pooper, right, Charlie?"

"Alright, enough toilet humor in front of the food now. Careful, these ones are hot. These ones I took out first so they cool down and my Charlie can take them no problem."

"Thanks, papa!"

"Everything for you, baby. Do you want more juice?"

"Yes, please."

"Here you go. Is it good?"

"Mmm!"

"Huh. You were right, Lucifer. Food do taste better when we are togehter.

Minus some unexpected guests."

"Did you say anything? I couldn't hear you over the sound of the huge favor we did for you! Risking our lives and all, but no biggie! You are welcome by the way!"

"That is a good point.

Thank you.

Even if it was also on your best self interest, I appreciate what you did."

"Oh! I didn't actually think you would say that. You are… actually welcome?

Husky, it's weird when he is nice."

"Right?"

"Alie is always nice to me and papa."

"Was he nice when he dumped your papa?

Uuh, sorry, I don't know why I said that.

That is not my business at all. Forget I said anything."

"No, no, it's fair. Small town, everyone is going to talk, I understand.

I did hurt Lucifer, that was my fault. I did apologize for it and plan to make ammends the best way I can while we are here. I am sorry."

"I-it's okay.

Don't get me wrong, it sucked. A lot. But… of everything that could be happening today, I am glad this is happening."

"Papa is like a tomato!"

"Or a lovely apple."

"You shut up. And you, little missy, are too honest for your own good."

"No, papa, no tickles!"

"Yes, tickles! You have to learn to not make certain comments about your elders! Are you going to learn your manners now?"

"No!"

"Are you going to be a delinquent now? My little danger ducking?"

"Yes! Danger duckling is cool!"

"Oh, Alastor, what happened to my sweet little girl? If only she were here to enjoy the cookies I found on the counter and happened to be her favorites…. I guess they will go to waste now, how awful…"

"Wait, no, I want cookies, papa! I can be danger duckling and also nice!"

"Mmm. Well, if someone can manage that, I suppose it could be my Charlie. I just need to eat your cheeks to be sure and see if you are still nice. Nom nom nom."

"Papa is silly!"

"No, you are silly."

"You are silly!"

"You are the silliest baby girl that has ever existed and that is final."

"Can Alie be silly too?"

"He was born silly, sweetie."

"Yay!"

"I think I am going to fucking vomit."

"Oh shush you, Husky. It's nice. Wish I had a dad like that growing up."

"Well, since everyone is done, let me pick up the plates. I think there is some ice cream on the…"

"Alastor?"

"Wow, what the fuck is up with the lights? Should they do that?

Should his eyes do that exorcist shit?"

"Alastor.

Honey."

"The last listener is gone.

The generators were activated.

We should have… a few hours left."

"Welp. That blows. Fuck."

"There is an empty room that used to be an office on the second floor at the end of the hallway. If you want… privacy, it's there. Just lock the door."

"Papa? What is happening?"

"Uh…"

"Darling. Breath."

"D-didn't.

Didn't you hear, sweetie?

Alastor said that we will just have to stay here a few more hours. Then we can go home. How about after eating you and I go take a nap? The couch on Alastor's studio can be turned into a bed."

"Does it? I didn't know that.

You mean I slept under a desk when I could have used a real bed all along.

Wonderful."

"Well, honey, there is a little thing known as the internet that might have helped you out there with that one. They come on this little convenient things called cellphone that regular people use! I know! Weird but true!

What do you say, sweetie? You must be so tired after today."

"Mmm, a little."

"Then that is what we will do.

Still want to eat the cookies? Yes? Then you can have those. You were about to say something about ice cream on the fridge, Alastor?"

"Yes. Yes, I think I have some left.

Rosie left it the last time. Chocolate with strawberry."

"Can I have too?"

"Didn't you say you weren't a sweet kind of guy?"

"I changed my mind. Stuff happened and now I want ice cream. Is that a crime?"

"Husker?"

"I am good. Enjoy yourselves. Kiddo.

It was nice meeting you. Your dad is a good guy.

I… um… I hope this town treated you well. All things considered."

"It did.

All things considered.

Thank you… for your service.

I will have a bit of those chocolate brandy, though."

"Be my guest, shorty."

"And you, Alastor?"

"I am fine. I don't actually think eating anything else would do me any good right now."

"Are you getting sick?"

"Darling."

"Oh. Sorry, stupid question."

"It's okay. I just hope you all enjoyed it."

"Serve me all chocolate, radio man. And a ton of adult juice on top. Perfect.

Let's go, Husky."

"You are going already?"

"Yep. No offense to any of you, but I want to spend whatever hours we have left with my boyfriend. And I know you are the same.

If there is another side at the end of this, I wouldn't mind meeting you all there.

I am sorry I don't have anything better than that.

Good luck or whatever."

"Papa, the cookies, the cookies!"

"Of course, honey. You have been a good girl so… good girls can have ice cream and cookies as dessert.

Is it good?"

"It's the best, daddy! Thank you, Alie!"

"You are very much welcome, Charlie."

"Can we have this as dessert tomorrow too?"

"Of course, dear. Anything you want.

Ready, love?"

"I guess so. Let's go put you to bed, sweetie.

You wouldn't have any covers or blankets around here?"

"I didn't know I had a bed so, no. But I have a long coat that could work just as well.

There we go. It should be nice and cozy enough"

"Tired, baby?"

"Yeah.

Can Alie put some nice music to sleep?"

"Sure.

This is a spanish lullaby. I don't understand a word of it but it sounds nice, doesn't it? Do you like it, Charlie?"

"Yeh. It's pretty."

"Take a rest, sweetie. We will be right here with you."

"Mmm."

"Are you sleeping, darling?"

"No. I don't think I can.

Alastor.

I missed you a lot."

"I love you."

"You realize it's the first time you say it, right? Of course you would save it for the literal last moment. Bastard."

"Yes."

"You are so emotionally constipated that is unreal."

"Mmm."

"And I never asked it either, did you notice?

Do you know why?"

"Why?"

"Because you are so terrible pretending that you don't.

The fact you think you were ever slick is the funniest thing I have ever seen in my life.

You are like a wet slug pretending that it's a dry rock.

Leaving your trail of love everywhere and then acting as if it isn't there.

Everyone could see it.

That is why I never asked you to.

Even your friend Rosie asked me one time when was the wedding."

"When it would have happen?"

"What?"

"The wedding. When you would have liked having it?"

"Really? You want to talk about that now?"

"Why not?

You can offer other subject if you want."

"I don't know.

Maybe Autumn. Not too old, not too cold. We could have walked down the aisle with the cracking of leaves in a nice open space."

"That sounds lovely.

To tell you the truth I never thought of a wedding.

I just thought you would always be there. Right at my side. We would grow up old and raise Charlie together. It would just happen. Naturally. There was no other way.

Even as I knew it couldn't be."

"With you killing on the side and trying not to stain my floor with the blood of your victims?"

"Darling, I never stained not even my own floors. Please, have a little more faith in me."

"Oh, sorry that I am not familiarized with your way of killing people. How rude of me to think it could get messy sometimes."

"Apology accepted."

"Jackass."

"And you want to marry that jackass. What does that say about you?"

"That I have bad taste in men?"

"Perhaps.

I on the other hand find my own taste impeccable."

"Do you have any idea how irritating that is?

You say shit that are annoying one second and the next say the smoothest thing. I hate it."

"No, you don't."

"No, I don't.

How are you holding up?"

"My vision is getting blurry. Oh."

"Your voice is… changing. It sounds like coming from an old radio. Is that bad? I don't know what it means."

"I think it means we have less time now."

"Charlie…"

"Let her sleep. Let it be nothing but a dream for her. Just a long blink."

"I know you said it wasn't going to hurt, but I am scared."

"Lucifer. If we ever see each other again, would you like to know about all of this? Would you like to remember me?"

"While you are another Alastor? In another world?"

"Y-yes."

"I… I think so. No, I would definitely would.

We had good moments. I would like to remember those. Do you think we could do that?"

"Give me your hand.

If we do ever see each other again, I will bring your memories of this life back to you.

But I will only do it if you touch my hand again."

"What is happening?"

"It's a deal?"

"I… yes."

"Then it's done.

Good night."

"Good night, Alastor."

#appleradio #radioapple #duckiedeer #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel alastor #lucifer x alastor #huskerdust #i am hispanic and i am not afraid of abusing that right by inserting hispanic shit on everything i can #THIS IS NOT THE ENDING THERE IS STILL AN EPILOGUE AND I SWEAR IT'S HAPPY

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kit-williams · 4 months

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Heartless Madness

The title is based off of a really cool powermetal song. I'm probably going to try and name most if not all after a powermetal song tbh.

tw: Yandere? (Might need a follow up fic), aftermath of rape, aftermath of torture, the Drukhari are here so yeah

This was a hard darling to come up with... as while I love Iron Warriors she had to be the right balance of interesting enough and made of tough stuff and also to be easily mailable/moldable. I might eventually do a "least yandere" poll and see who wins and either reworks that boy or just gives them a chapter serf darling. I'm doing civilian darlings because 1) More fun 2) more terrifying

Harram the Wallbreaker let his heavy lumbering steps kick up the dust on the cracked and torn pavement. They had replied to a distressed signal from this agriworld and the warband needed another world like this to keep the war machine going. In the midst of a Drukhari attack. The night was cold and quiet... till he watched a number of humans turn their heads to the East. "What is it." His voice rumbles out of his terminator armor.

"This is the second night we've heard a baby cry. We think it might be a Drukhari trap as all that has been observed over there were unfortunate victims dying." A man said.

Harram huffed out causing a billow of steam to leave at the same time of his huff making his armor look far more alive then it was. "Has anyone checked?"

"No my lord."

He turned to the East and began the slow march. If there was an ambush waiting to happen Harram was certain he could handle it and if there was a baby there still alive then perhaps they were made of sterner stuff... like iron.

He walked past naked bodies chained to the ground in various states of decomposition. All of them chained to the ground with some xenos looking bear trap like contraption. He turned the sensitivity of the audials up and he could hear the faint crying. How it would pause then start up again.

He stopped in the mist as the crying soon turned to laughter and he pushed his armor's capabilities to the limit. "Shh Ferum... no more tears... I know you're hungry... mommy has nothing left to give." He could hear her weak hums as he slowly walked closer.

He sees her on the thermals first and scrolls through all of the different settings to get the full picture as he walks closer. He can see maggots in the lashes across her back, one leg encased fully in the xenos torture device, blood and a high degree likelihood of xenos sperm paints her inner thighs, he can tell starvation and dehydration are setting in for her, and he can tell her hair was recently cut in such a jagged motion. Harram suspects for a trophy or for other things worse should she have been found... entertaining enough for the xenos.

"Has the Emperor answered my prayers?" She speaks so softly as he watches her weakly turn her head. She ends up just rolling over, her watches her eyes close in pain as large grey eyes look at him with a tiny fist jammed into a small mouth. Ugly brusing paints her face, bite marks littering her breasts, less cuts on the front just far more bruising.

"No. He did not send me." Harram replies walking closer.

"You are one of his angels." She sighs in relief.

"I am not. I am something far worse." He tilts his head slightly thinking, "I am a devil... a fallen angel." He chuckles more to himself at his poetic nature.

"Still an angel." He sees her bloody smile. But he can see a look in her eyes ones of grim acceptance, "Have you come to save me? Or just take my baby?"

"Originally just for the baby." He notes the sad smile on her face as her eyes water and she just nods slowly petting his head. "But... I can take you too. What you will return to is not going to be the same."

"I've been changed by this... as long as whatever I return to is better than being raped by xenos I'll say that's an improvement." She bitterly laughs letting her tears fall. He watches the infant try to breastfeed once more. The exhaustion as Harram realizes the baby looks fed and hardly any exposure.

"I am going to contact my brothers to see how to remove this without removing your leg." He says watching her nod.

"Thank you dearest angel..."

Harram just sighed and talked with his brothers as he started to pull the pins in their specific order. He ignored the younger warrior's persistant asking of why he was even doing this. The child was more than healthy enough, simply take them and put the mother out of her misery... even if you ignored that they brought up the points of she would be in recovery for so long. Perhaps that was why Harram followed Endion he was considered sentimental amongst the Iron Warriors and left to start his own warband.

They all did not fit their genesires ideal vision of iron... but they were still of iron! He pulled a pin out to quickly earning a whimper from her throat as tears flowed from her eyes. "Please... I do not wish to be trouble."

"Do not speak mortal. I could have killed you if I did not wish to deal with this burden."

Esteemed terminator Harram. We have movement a few clicks north of you. It's the xenos!

Harram lifted his head as he heard her whimpers as she could hear the near silent thrum of their crafts. He pulled a decorative pelt from his shoulder off and covered her up with it. "Stay there. Do not move at all lest I crush you." He watched her pull her son to her chest and do her best to keep the infant safe with only her body to protect them. The pelt was to simply keep her out of the view of the xenos. "You will probably lose HEARING." He roared the only warning before the twinlinked bolter started throwing the explosive rounds down wind.

His leg joints locked in place, so he would be less likely to crush her and the babe. "Brother's I have started to engage."

"Are you being soft again, Harram?" He could hear Endion's warm voice suddenly connect to the vox channel.

He watched rounds connect with one of the small crafts as it was just a handful of the quick xenos. "No brother I am being like Iron!"

"What have you found then?"

"IRON!" The large chain sword slams down being lucky enough to catch one of them trying to run past and slice at his joints. He couldn't hear the infant screaming over the scream of the chains. He couldn't hear her broken sobs of begging to be killed then be hurt by them again. Harram was focused on the combat. "I have found Iron! I refuse to let them RUST!"

Harram has to unlock his legs to turn around and charge the cocky xeno. But his swings were too slow as the xeno was slowly peeling away sheets of ceramite. Not once during this exchange he thought that this was a tactical error... other brothers would see this as an error but then again they would also be as stubborn as he would be to claim the iron.

It screeched as he saw his Orichalcum, he questions not when he saw her as his, sitting up having thrown one of the knife like pins into it. The tired weak smile on her face is replaced by terror as she rolls to shield her child as it charges but that was enough time for him to slam into the xeno and start crushing it.

When he was done he turned to her watching her writhe on the ground as blood oozed out as in it's dying moment it must have activated the contraption. She looks up at him in pure pain as he pulls out his knife and watches it heat up. "Pray that you are made of Iron."

She bitterly barks, "I was an Iron worker!" She half screams, "I'm half metal shavings at this point!" She shrieks as he doesn't give her much time to think as he just removes the whole leg.

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Iron was apart of her. His Orichalcum. And her son Ferum. He learned quite a bit about her during her recovery. She was an Ironworker and so was her dead husband. She had lost him before Ferum was born... meaning that Harram could focus his attentions upon her without any meddlers.

Endion had teased him about his fondness... but it had been so long since he found anyone he could call iron. Though Endion was hardly one to complain as Harram would find him stealing Ferum away and of course teased the warlord of entering his "nesting" phase again. To which he threatened to take his Orichalcum away... and Harram could only silently stew as he would not risk losing her to a far more... charming one of his bretherin.

"Oh hello Harri-ham." She said in a cutesy voice as she was busy feeding Ferum some baby food. "Sorry I was talking with him." She just say softly. Harram just huffed softly. "Hey Harram... I want to deeply thank you for saving my life and that of Ferum. I don't know how to repay you."

"You have no need to repay me."

"Well I was thinking that I should be good to go back home soon." She hardly noticed Harram stop in his actions of getting his own food before he turned around with a bowl in hand just shoveling some food into his mouth. "I don't want to be a burden on you any more than I already have."

"What of your nightmares?"

"I'm a big girl Harram I'll have to sleep alone eventually." She chuckles as whenever he has been in the room at night she ends up usually in his bed or asleep on the plush chair in his work room just afraid to be alone... or when the night terrors come back how he grounds her. And perhaps he had grown content with the small warmth in his bed... he had never understood while Endion would bring mortals to his bed.

Not till he had her under him begging for him to fuck the xenos touch away... to replace the repulsive feelings... to help her feel clean again. "What if I don't want you to go." Harram said a little darkly just watching her blink and look at him owlishly.

"I... I..."

"Just stay for a little while longer... I can help you get things ready for you to return to, yes?"

"Oh... alright." She says softly smiling at him not realizing that the simple goalpost of 'being ready enough to leave' would keep moving further and further... and he doubts she will complain... too much.

#tw: torture #tw: rape #tw: assault #tw: Drukhari #tw: yandere #Yandere #Yandere Space Marine #Yandere Iron Warrior #Space Marine #Iron Warrior #warhammer 40k #Drukhari #single mom reader #widow reader

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hsr-texts · 3 months

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I have faith that Hanabi's insult has a deeper meaning in the plot, they have been building it up too well to remain in nothing!

There have certainly been racist things and off-topic comments in Hoyoverse games, but never like this, there has to be something!

The thing is, I really feel that it is too early to say whether the insult was unnecessary or not, because racism is a real issue and there is no problem in representing it, there is no problem in representing minorities... The thing is, I really want to believe, that it is missing, because there is still a lack of story, and they haven't finished with Aventurine to say that it was a bad representation, more people may even appear!

I really have a lot of faith in Hoyoverse, because for me they are MiHoyo, that company that makes beautiful games and gives the opportunity to dozens of people to be artists, writers, musicians and also bring joy. MiHoyo gave me and gives me beautiful moments, but it can also be crude when dealing with its topics

k The story of Aventurine is missing, the story of all the people like Aventurine is missing, so much is missing, as marketing is doubtful, but I am not going to rush to criticize something that is NOTHING finished

If in the end everything was for nothing and they wasted that opportunity to address a serious issue, then I have to cry, no way, you don't defend the indefensible, but I don't want to unfairly cross out something

There is still about 3 weeks left to find out about Aventurine and if everything was really "unnecessary", and until then it seems fool to me to criticize something unresolved and so obvious, which is for the plot

¿Do you want to make your villain racist because your story lends itself to that? You can do it, but it will take time to develop, and we don't give it the time, there are still 1 or 2 updates left

I won't deny that Hoyoverse has provided tons of comfort and joy to billions of people all over the world. I won't deny that there's a beauty in their games. There's absolutely no shame in taking comfort in these games and consuming it. I can't blame anyone for being attached to genshin or hsr or hi3 or tears of themis, you get the idea.

But I can't lie to you guys and say that there's still a possibility that this would turn out well. I've witnessed how Hoyoverse handled the entirety of Sumeru. Are there some aspects of Sumeru that were good? Undoubtedly. It's one of the regions I had the most fun exploring.

However it's extremely telling to me that they haven't learned at all from that situation considering they keep insisting on adding racism plotlines to their story.

My faith in them to handle this properly and with care is in the absolute negatives since the Sumeru situation. I fear for what will happen when Natlan finally drops and to no one's surprise, the archon is gonna be white again and this whole song and dance will repeat just like a samsara.

At the end of the day, Hoyoverse is just another money hungry gacha company who wants to drain your wallets.

It's evident from the dogshit anniversary rewards in genshin,

it's evident from how they always design their characters to be these appealing anime waifu or husbando without ever straying from the standard formula of "thin white/slightly tan character with clothes that make fans bark like a dog",

it's evident in how they seem to drop more money on advertising than they drop on actually improving the game,

and it's evident with how little they actually listen to players' feedback.

Selling these characters and turning up a profit comes first, the story comes second. I'd rather trust a racism plotline in the hands of an indie creator who actually cares about the storytelling medium and does research than a corporation who HAS the resources to do the research but chooses not to.

Hoyoverse is special to many people, but it's time to wake up. Clinging onto a multi-billion company like this isn't healthy.

#Anonymous #♡ sugo speaks .ᐟ [ ✦ ]

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I am giving the go ahead to go and analyze. For I too am foaming at the mouth for the info dump of analyzing and putting songs to fics. I can't not listen to hozier when i read your works now.

Your works are just hozier coded to me

(am gunna also start signin off uvu)

- a hungry raccoon 🦝

My Darling I am Hozier coded. I am in love with that man, and nearly all my WIPs have a Hozier title because I'm a huge nerd. (I even got to see him in concert in september AAAAH he was so good)

Actually the Cowboy AU is the only one that doesn't have a Hozier title. Ghost/Goose's official title it "Here's Hoping(Things Look Better on the Other Side)." Which I'm not planning on changing but "I'll Crawl Home to You" would also work really well. Anyway Ghoul being pretentious under the cut.

So I am going to preface this saying that I believe Hozier has said the song is about addiction, the way it starts sweet and then you can't get out. But I have my own thoughts because I'm a romantic, and you're going to listen to them. I am going to interpret this as Ghost telling folks about Goose.

"Boys, workin' on empty Is that the kinda way to face the burning heat? I just think about my baby I'm so full of love I could barely eat There's nothing sweeter than my baby I'd never want once from the cherry tree 'Cause my baby's sweet as can be She give me toothaches just from kissin' me"

OK verse 1. The first two lines are very much Ghost's time in the military. He's not really there, he's an empty person, a shell for the SAS to command, and he faces hell every day like that. He's hopeless, but he doesn't have a need for it, hell is an inevitability to him. Lines 3 and 4, I think that's again him in the military. He thinks about the life he's never going to have. He barely eats, he's in survival mode, there's not a life worth living for him so he only does what he needs to. Then with line 5 we meet Goose, and with line 6 Ghost decides he never wants anyone else. There's nothing sweeter than his baby, no one that takes him the way she does, she sees him for all that he is and she wants him anyway.

Then the last line of verse 1. UGH. The guilt. This is Price's kid. He loves her but she's bad for him, he can't have her. And Goose is still sweet to him, even when they both know there's no future for this, she still is sweet. AND IT HURTS. It hurts Ghost to be around her and so he pushes her away.

"Boys, when my baby found me I was three days on a drunken sin I woke with her walls around me Nothin' in her room but an empty crib And I was burnin' up a fever I didn't care much how long I lived But I swear I thought I dreamed her She never asked me once about the wrong I did"

Verse 2, we'll cover the chorus at the end. Yeah the sins. The SINS. Ghost pushing Goose away, but also a callback to how they met, to the bar and choosing each other. When Goose found him he wasn't a person, he was Ghost, he was bound for hell and nothing was going to lift him from the lake of fire. But then lines 3/4, Goose doesn't push to break his walls down, in fact she sets up her own. Stakes a flag on his head that say's "Goose's do not touch" and somehow that works. He has a safety net the likes of which he's never had before, and when he turns to look at Goose he realizes she doesn't have much either.

Line 4? She's given her whole life to a cause the same way he has, she's never made a choice that wasn't for someone else. There are expectations that she's taken on that no one should have asked her to. Ghost sees that, sees that he's a choice too and he has to decide if he's a good one. I think again(I know I've said this a million times) that Ghost has lived his career like he's dying. He's never cared about whether he makes it out alive, as long as the people he's watching over live it's fine. But Goose tells him, "you're not allowed to die" and he believes her. She never asks him what brought him to this point, but she's there when he's ready to tell her.

"My babe would never fret none About what my hands and my body done If the Lord don't forgive me I'd still have my baby and my babe would have me When I was kissing on my baby And she put her love down soft and sweet In the low lamplight I was free Heaven and hell were words to me"

Verse 3, lfg. Despite being a worrier, Goose really doesn't worry over what Ghost did in special forces. He served under her father, and that's worth its weight in gold. For all his "I'm dangerous" talk, Ghost has never raised a hand to her, never tried to hurt her, and never done anything to make her think that Price was wrong to recruit him. For all the bad he may have done, Goose holds onto Ghost's hope that it was all for the greater good.

They we wrap up the verse, lines 3-8, it doesn't matter if Ghost is bound for hell because he has Goose now, and whatever happens they're in it together. Goose accepts Ghost as he is, she loves him for all his flaws, and she has him body and soul. Lines 4 and 7 feel very much like an admittance from Ghost that Goose really wears the pants in their relationship. She's the one steering their ship, and he's perfectly happy to take her orders. It's freeing for him to put himself into the hands of someone who loves him so unconditionally that she would stand up at the gates of heaven and demand he be allowed in. She'd fight Gabriel himself for Ghost. But he'd never ask her to, because it doesn't matter anymore.

Heaven and Hell are just words, they're not a promise or a reward, or a weight around his neck. He has Goose, and she has him, and that's his heaven. He's free from trying to scrape a shred of forgiveness from a higher power, Goose is his God now.

"When my time comes around Lay me gently in the cold, dark earth No grave can hold my body down I'll crawl home to her"

Yeah Chorussss. We love the grave metaphors for Ghost, very cheeky little backstory nods. He's crawled out of a grave once, and he can do it again. Nothing will keep him from Goose, and the peace that she offers him. What's heaven, what's hell? He can find better rest in her arms, and he will always crawl home to her.

But also! "Lay me gently" GENTLY, he wants to be taken care of. Even in the lowest points of his life. He begs for it over and over between every verse. "Treat me gently, even if I leave it behind give me comfort." Over and over again. He doesn't expect comfort except in death, but by the end I have to think: who's laying Ghost to rest? Goose probably, and she will always treat him gently. Because for as big and scary as Ghost is, he craves softness. He's built tall walls to hide the cracks in his armor, to hide the delicate underbelly, but it's still there waiting to be loved. And Goose loves him, for all of it.

#ghoul speaks #simon ghost riley #cod x oc #x oc #cowboy!ghost #simon ghost riley x oc #oc: goose #anywaaaaaaaay I love work song #and I love doing ghost analyses

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