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My Angel

➬ Reiner Braun x Fem reader

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Summary : Reiner was always taught that the devils of Paradis were vicious creatures, but what is he supposed to do when he soon finds himself reluctantly falling for one? Or when he is forced to go back to Marley and leave her all together?

Word count : Around 2,000 words

Warnings : very angsty, reader is left behind, wanting to be with someone you can’t, spoilers for season three and four

Author’s notes : reblogs are appreciated!! I appreciate all feedback on my writing so that I can know what you guys liked and what you think I should improve on😊

Disclaimer : this is a work of fiction and should in no way, shape, or form, be taken seriously.

Side Note : this fic, and everything else I’ve written on my blog, is mine and only mine. I work very hard on everything I write so do not, under any circumstances, modify, copy, or steal my work.

“It’s what’s best for her.” Reiner mumbled to himself as he pulled open the small dresser, reaching inside to grab a few of his shirts still left there.

“It’s… what’s best for both of us.” His words tumbled about in his mouth, almost as if they contained a bitter taste that he was reluctant to swallow. “Yeah… that’s right…it’s what’s best.” He repeated, hesitation filling his tone; almost as if he was struggling to convince himself of the very words slipping past his own lips.

As he stood up, reaching for another one of his belongings on the desk nearby, he heard commotion suddenly rumble behind him. His eyes quickly glanced over his shoulder at the sound, witnessing the way you moved around in your sleep to resettle your body upon the mattress.

His anxious expression began alleviating at the mere sight of you, a hidden smile threatening to tug at his lips the longer he gazed at your sleeping figure.

Oh, how beautiful you looked as you rested there. How painfully angelic was your sleeping face as the moonlight shone upon it; almost as if the soft rays of light were intentionally mocking him by illuminating that innocent face of yours, attempting to get him to change his mind about his plans to leave you behind.

But he couldn’t change his mind, could he? Not when he knew staying would only cause you more grief; that being with someone like him was impossible with the kind of world he lived in.

Reiner knew you wouldn’t have let him go through with his plans had you been privy to them, so that’s why he was here: gathering his belongings in the dead of night so he wouldn’t have to face you; so he wouldn’t have to see that painful expression etch across your face once you found out he was abandoning you.

He couldn’t do that to you, nor to himself. It was better to just let you find out after he was already gone. Otherwise, if he tried to explain it to you face to face then he might end up changing his mind, giving in to your distressed pleas and deciding to stay even though he knew he couldn’t.

It was a cowardly thing to do, to sneak off like a thief in the night without even saying goodbye, or giving a proper explanation at the very least, but Reiner wasn’t strong enough to tell you the truth without breaking.

So there he was, shakily reaching for each of his possessions in the dark expanse of your barracks as you slept unknowingly across the room.

What a mess this all turned into…

If only Reiner had just kept to himself in the first place like he was supposed to then none of this would be happening right now. If only he wouldn’t have gotten involved with one of the devils from this cursed island when he knew he shouldn’t.

Maybe then he wouldn’t be here, clenching his lips together in hopes to conceal the sobs stinging at the back of his throat; shakily packing up his things to meet up with Bertholdt afterward.

If Reiner would’ve just focused solely on his mission from the start, then maybe he wouldn’t have to glance behind his shoulder every time he heard movement, checking that you hadn’t woken up yet to see him leaving.

If he would’ve simply followed his orders, then he wouldn’t have that undeniable sense of guilt tugging at his heart as he continued to place his possessions in that bag, hoping to already be gone by the time you awakened for breakfast.

“Don’t forget why we came here, Reiner. She’s just a devil anyways.” Bertholdt’s words replayed through Reiner’s mind as he grasped another item in between his fingers.

A devil, that’s right, that’s all you were, wasn’t it?

At least, that’s what he assumed when he first came to the island…

Your people were supposed to be vicious demons, descendants of a vile creature that terrorized the world thousands of years ago. Whatever cruel actions he planned to commit would all be justified because the people on this island deserved it.

That’s what he was told, but as he glanced back at you yet again, he just couldn’t find any truth in it anymore.

If you really were just a devil, then why did he find it so hard to leave you behind? Why did his body seem to freeze when he heard the gentle call of his name that unconsciously slipped past your lips as you turned over in that bed once more?

Why were his knees buckling where he stood, barely able to keep him upright with the overwhelming sense of remorse weighing him down.

If you were really nothing more than a disgusting demon, then why was he trying so hard to restrain himself from crawling into that bed and pulling you into his arms?

A real devil wouldn’t have shown the kind of love and patience he received from you. A real devil wouldn’t have stayed up late every night to comfort him after he had woken up from another nightmare. A real devil would have never been as precious and beautiful as you were.

If you really were the things he was told as a child, then how on earth were you able to make him feel the way you did, like his life actually mattered more than just his job as a soldier?

The kind words that always seemed to slip past your beautiful lips, almost like you knew exactly when he needed them, the soft embrace you’d pull him into when he needed reassurance, even the gentle smile that always adorned your lovely face: none of it could’ve ever been possible for you unless you really weren’t the type of “devil” he was made to believe.

He had tried to deny it for so long, because that would mean everything he was told was a lie. But even so, he still couldn’t deny the fact you were living proof of his false accusations; that in the end he really was wrong about the people on this island.

You were never a devil, you were an angel; the same one who saved him from his hollowness and showed him he was capable of being loved.

And coincidentally, the same angel he would leave broken in tears as he departed from this island for good…

Reiner hated himself for the pain he knew he’d be putting you through by leaving, even more so for involving you in a relationship with him when he knew he wouldn’t be able to stay. It was a selfish thing for him to do, to keep you in his life despite knowing he’d have to bring it all to an end sooner or later. He knew it was cruel to hang on like this, but he just couldn’t bring himself to let you go; not when you were the only person he felt valued with.

Oh, what he would give just to have you cuddled against him once more, or to hear that adorable laugh of yours even for just a minute. Tears started gathering in his eyes just thinking about the way he’d never receive that again, how he’d never see that gentle gaze in your eyes anymore, or even the feeling of your warm hand intertwined with his. The mere thought had his heart clenching in agony.

If only there was another way the two of you could be together, if only things weren’t bound to end like this…

You were just an innocent soul, one he fell hopelessly in love with, and one he wanted nothing more than to stay beside for as long as he could.

Maybe, in another life, he could’ve given you the love you deserved, or even that family he knew you always desired to have.

But nevertheless, that wasn’t the reality he lived in now, meaning he’d have to go through with his dreadful mission and leave you behind for good.

The very thought had his heart splitting into pieces, however, the thought of endangering you by staying was more powerful than that twisting in his chest.

You deserved so much better than him. You deserved to live a peaceful life with a husband who would stick by your side no matter what, but you’d never be able to have that if he stayed.

So, for your sake, he made his way over to that tiny mattress you were sleeping on, preparing to utter his goodbyes to your unconscious figure.

His hand reached to caress your cheek gently as you lay there, eyes looming over you with a loving gaze as he reminisced on the memories you’ve made together.

All the nights he’d spend holding you in his arms, all the meals you shared together while conversing in the dining hall, every moment spent with you was one he wished could last forever. But all good things had to come to an end eventually, which is why he’d lean down to place one last tender kiss on your forehead. His lips rested there for a moment, soaking in the feeling of your skin and inhaling your calming scent for the last time before he had to pull away.

“Goodbye, my angel.” A gentle whisper. That was the last thing he left you with before he gathered his belongings and walked out that door.

He had made his choice, and he couldn’t go back now, especially after the massacre his team ensued in the battle that wiped out more than half of the military corps, and especially after the way you froze when he turned into that monster they call the armored titan.

He’d never seen you look at him that way: eyes widening in betrayal, lips quivering in anguish. Your heart was already beginning the demolition he forsaught when he planned this long ago. Now he was watching it unfold firsthand, a front-row seat to the misery he could’ve easily spared you from had he not dragged you into a relationship in the first place.

Your eyes stung with tears, your knees lowering to the ground in agony, even your cries of confusion: they were all because of him, his wretched being and all the horrifying crimes he committed against you and your people.

Even if he tried to go back and fix things, he knew nothing would ever be the same again, not after the way you looked at him.

Nothing he could ever do would be enough to win you back now; all the more reason for him to just continue on and let you go. After all, he had a mission to complete, the same mission he should’ve never gotten sidetracked from in the first place.

So now he’d make sure to complete his mission, earning himself the title of a hero for “defeating” his enemies after returning home to Marley.

He was back to where he started, back to the place that told him all those lies he so stupidly believed years ago.

Marley was supposed to be his home, it was quite literally the place he was born, but nonetheless, nothing changed the fact that his real home was somewhere else now.

He’d hide behind a smile and play his part as a military hero to perfection, but, nothing could ever erase the longing he harbored towards the person he left behind, the same person he wanted nothing more than to escape back to.

However, he couldn’t, because no matter how much he wished otherwise, the world he lived in didn’t allow a devil such as himself to unite with an innocent human.

He had it wrong from the very beginning, his superiors were right about there being devils in this world, but not in the way he thought.

He just never realized it until now.

It was never you…

No, the real demon was always him.

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borderlinebox · 1 year

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Sup! hope you’re having a great day 😮💗 having childhood best friend brainrot- “you have my back right?” x “lmao probably” cheesy but I eat that shit up every time

could you write a oneshot or headcannon

for chishiya? He’s gotten/done something that’s worth celebrating (maybe it’s his birthday, got first place or a hundred on his test, got into the college that he applied to) he’s never been told by someone that they’re proud of him not even from his old man so he went on with his day expecting nothing special

But but BUT chishiya hears the familiar patterned knocks on his window, how they managed to get up there without his father knowing is beyond him but he’s relieved considering his old man isn’t all that fond with them (In this scenario id imagine that chishiya’s father wouldn’t really like us bc of our shortcomings? something like that...and if he isn’t friends with our parents)

they sneak (more like drag) him out with a lot of convincing and celebrate by going into places he would tolerate or enjoy,,rip his friend’s allowance 💸 At the end of the night they both end up on a park bench with store bought cake with messy written icing “I’m so pr he I did it bitch!!” done by yours truly. they do say it to him and give him a short side hug before he gets back home tho

Feel free to decline this! take care ⭐️

Celebrate With Me!

Summary: Reader acknowledges Chishiya's accomplishments.

Pairing: Chishiya x Reader

Warning: That good cliche shit, FLUFF, cuteness overload, not proofread!!!, changed a few things up!

A/N: ISTG I'm boutta make a Chishiya X Bestfriend! Reader bundle because these requests are too cute!! Hope you have a great day as well and take care too ^^ <3 I am incredibly happy and proud on how this turned out!!! Spent a literal 2 hours straight on it because I lost some progress and I'm gonna have my ass whooped later but this should cover the blow LOVE YALL AND THIS REQQQ ♥

Feedback is highly appreciated!!!

Chishiya sat upon his desk chair, currently finishing up some notes. Just things he's learnt or felt like he found interesting. He could use it in the future. Distant music playing from his favorite band echoed softly in his room.

There wasn't much to do. He'd recently gotten a letter from a university he had applied to - which he was successfully accepted in. He could say he was happy for himself but it just wasn't that exciting or celebration-worthy to him.

He continuously tapped the tip of the pen against the table in a rhythm, re-reading the paragraphs of various words.

SMACK

The sudden noise caught Chishiya's attention as he quickly twisted his head towards the loud noise. There, on his window, a handprint was seen as it was slowly sliding down the window, failing to stick.

Its fingers soon danced on the window, creating multiple and small taps across the glass pane without a proper flow of beat.

Chishiya sighed and stood up and opened the window to reveal his friend struggling to hold onto his window's support,

"Y/N, What are you doing here?" He wasn't at all surprised. He was just more so concerned why you were currently hanging by a thread on his window.

"I'll tell you when I get inside. Right now let's focus on the part where you shoULD BRING ME INSIDE." You flailed your legs around as you struggled to even breathe properly.

He hissed at you to stay quiet and helped you up to sneak inside.

There was a voice, somewhere in his mind where he actually wanted to leave you hanging for a while to amuse himself but that would have been a bad idea.

Once you had both your feet on the floor of his bedroom, you dusted yourself off and took a much needed breather. You had been running to his house since 45 minutes ago. It was hard with the troublesome traffic and people yelling at you as you swerved your way through them, you're just glad you've finally reached his humble abode.

"Right, Explain." He said bluntly, doing his signature move; placing his hands into his pockets. "How did you even get up here?"

You shaked your hand profusely, deflecting the topic. "Never mind that-, guess who found out when your birthday iiiisss?" You looked up at him with a tired yet mischievous grin.

"I'm guessing you."

"Me," You announced proudly while facing your thumb towards yourself, chest up in victory. "And you wanna know what I'm gonna do about it?"

"Please don't." Chishiya sighed, point-blankly. Unfortunately, there was no hope of changing the situation's circumstances because he knew when you were hooked on something, it's sure that you'll be hell-bent on getting it, no matter how stupidly dangerous or ridiculous it may seem.

You laughed before dropping down to the carpeted floor of his room and picking up your sling bag. "Now, as I was saying," Your finger dramatically pointed towards the bag. "We gotta celebrate! So we're going out and hang!"

"I really rather not." He stood his ground, stubbornly declining your offer.

"Come on, you're gonna celebrate your birthday with me!" You teased with the same playful grin you gave him. He was always so stubborn when it came to things he accomplished or failed - whether you wanna celebrate it or cheer him up. Either way, you were going to be even more stubborn than him this time.

"No." He muttered out sternly.

"Yes," You pushed with determination. "We are."

"No."

"Yes."

"No"

"Yes"

"No-"

"Why not??" You broke the repetitive, single-worded debate and gave him a sad look. "You never celebrate anything. Don't you want me to show you how happy and proud I am for you, Chishiya?"

Chishiya seemed to be broken from his train of thought at his words. He was silent, but you could tell that he was processing your words and calculating a response as if he was some kind of robot. You'd have to be honest, he kind of is one sometimes-

"Fine, I'll go and celebrate my birthday." Was all he said, his condescending look seeming to have disappeared - replaced with an unreadable expression.

It didn't feel like an answer at all - you felt disappointed. But you decided to push away those feelings for later because you were still ecstatic about your achievement and that's what mattered.

"W-Wonderful! You go get prepared or something!" You told him in a panic frenzy and opened the window from where you cam from. "I'll wait for you to climb out the window!"

And before waiting for his response, the last thing Chishiya saw of you was you already dipping out of the window and landed on the lush grass, in pain - as he presumed. He quickly changed and made his way down the stairs, being granted the permission to leave.

Chishiya would probably be lying if he said he wasn't at least a little bit concerned for your well being when you jumped out of that window.

To his surprise, when he went outside, he saw you standing proudly with a little dirt in your hair and face.

"You goof??" He asked, eyeing you up and down.

"Perfect, Great! I didn't get hurt, totally didn't - I think I sprained my wrist but that's totally fixed now." You spoke quickly, not even giving him a chance to say another word since you had grabbed him by his wrist. "Now come on! We don't have all day."

"Was this necessary?" Chishiya mutters blankly as he takes in the view of the park. It was a rather quiet, and less populated park wherever you and Chishiya both lived. Not many people visited everyday but there were still some who came often. Parks that were more widely known had a bigger crowd and you know Chishiya enough to know that he doesn't like big crowds. Especially the noise that comes with it.

"It was either this or the carnival next place." You turned to him and raised your brow.

"I think I prefer the park." He shrugged. It wasn't a bad place at all - Fairly clean and a decent view. You would sometimes come here alone and think, maybe even attempt to bring Chishiya over. But he was either busy or too stubborn to go. Thankfully, you managed to corner him.

Even though Chishiya let you take him here this time.

Both of you took your time there, having deep talks which mostly started off with why he hadn't really celebrated many past birthdays, which made you frown a lot. Chishiya thought it was half a mistake to give you that information after you had told him that you were gonna celebrate his birthday for him every year instead.

He may be lying if he didn't appreciate it.

The rest of the time, both of you walked and talked on the more philosophical topics. Just the precious quality time between two great lov friends, walking underneath the cloudy weather with strands of sunlight pushing through and landing on the cobblestone pavements.

It didn't seem much as a birthday celebration to the regular human etiquette but you could care less because both of you were having. swell time. Even if neither of you said it. It was a bonding time that didn't need the use of an explanation and more of a feeling.

Your eye was caught by a flock of ducks roaming around a side of a pond next to a woman selling duck food or pieces of bread. Chishiya must've noticed this since you had fully stopped walking and stood in place, staring at them.

"You wanna feed the ducks?" His voice brought you out of your mini daydream, he had his natural high charm evident in his face and voice.

"I, well, if you want to. It's your birthday, not mine.." You mumbled out, it was a bit low for anyone to actually process your words, seeing that you would be a little upset that you didn't feed those ducks.

"Okay then," He lightly smiles and walks his way past you with a bored yet slightly amused expression. "Let's go feed those ducks."

Like a little kid who had been given permission to sleep over at his friend's house, you giddily smiled and practically swooshed right on past him and over to the woman selling the small bits of food.

You quickly bought two small bags and handed one over to Chishiya. He took the bag filled with small, multiple pieces of duckfeed into his hands and looked back up at you. "If I'm gonna feed the ducks, you've gotta feed them too." You told him with a bright smile before kneeling down to the ducks.

Chishiya opened the bag and shook around its contents before taking out a handful and throwing it onto the ground the ducks stood upon with a blank face.

However, you had a cute and dorky smile on your face while you handfed them all equally. Some of them bit you by accident but it was no more painful than a light pinch. Your smile was bright enough to light up a whole room, Chishiya thought as he held back the urge to smile at your antics.

A chuckle from the old vendor caught both of your attention. When she noticed she sighed softly, "Sorry,"

You smiled, "No worries! It's absolutely fine! Why were you chuckling anyway?" Hand finding its way to the bag full of duck feed to gather some more and hand over the pieces to the ducks.

She grinned at the both of you. "Both of you are so cute, are you a couple?"

The question caught both of you off guard. You could quite literally feel the tension rise in the atmosphere. You felt your breath hitch and your lungs close as it denied you to breath from the sudden question.

"No! No, heh, we're just friends." You shot up with an awkward smile at the lady who had understood the tension between her and you both. You look back up at Chishiya with a nervous look on your face. "Isn't that right, Chi?"

He appeared to have froze due to your question. Or was he just standing still and silent because he had zoned out? Was he deeply immersed in his thoughts?

"No, we're friends." Chishiya confirmed. You expected that answer but you couldn't help but feel the pang in your heart when he actually said it.

The vendor nodded and apologized once again for asking such a question. She went back to her small stand to mind her own business instead.

Now you and Chishiya kept on feeding the ducks until both your bags were completely empty, all in awkward silence. Not one of you tried to break the ice since it appeared that no one had anything to say after that question.

You turned to thank the lady before leaving with Chishiya without a word.

Upon arriving back at the park's entrance Chishiya decided to finally break the silence. "Well? Where are you dragging me off to next?" He asked, raising a brow at you. You had almost completely forgotten the reason why you had went out in the first place.

"Oh, yeah. I forgot." Slipping your hand into your slingbag, you pulled out a small crumpled paper and unfolded it.Chishiya tried to lean in and read but you pulled the paper closer to you. "Hey! Don't peek on the surprise." You pouted, forgetting all about the question for a moment.

He put his hand up defensively but it was no more than a sarcastic tease. "No peeking." He repeats before shoving his hands into his pockets once again. Chishiya was almost never seen with his hands outside his pockets outside of his home. It was almoat natural and expected.

Once you were sure he wouldn't peek again, you opened up the piece of paper before folding it once more.

"I got an idea."

"You looked at the paper which most likely had the idea.

"I have an idea." You repeated, dismissing his smart assness. "Follow me!" And once again, you boldly took a hold of his wrist and started to dash to whatever place you were dragging him to next.

The warm light of the welcome sign greeted the both of you as you stood outside a relatively new, and decently small café. And sketchy enough, the stores it was between in was a shady dentist's office and a run-down, forever closed drug store.

"This is the new coffee shop that opened last week." Chishiya noticed, looking up at the hangout's name to remember it. "It certainly has a sketchy location."

"That's cause this was the only place the owner could afford. In fact, they're actually quite creeped out by the stores beside it. I feel bad." You explained briefly, glancing at the side shops. "But that's not what we're here for, dear friend."

You pushed him inside the cafe and it was definitely much better on the inside than the out. It had relatively creamy walls and warm lights. You were surprised that the place wasn't filled with people. Tempting enough to keep this place as a secret, all to yourself.

"Sit the hell down." You brought Chishiya to a corner seat - which is, in a natural rule, one of the best seats a restaurant or any place could ask for - and sitting in front of him.

"It isn't a bad place, I'll give it that." Your bleach haired friend admitted, his eyes still roaming around. "What gave you the idea?"

A giggle escaped your lips, "I wanted to try it out. I actually visited the place a few days ago. It was completely different than now. They changed it a lot." You shrugged, "And I thought of you when I stepped in here. I thought you'd like the place."

Chishiya smiled lightly, which was again; rare. "It's good."

"Better than-"

"I haven't decided yet." He cut you off before you could finish which resulted in you giving him a cheeky smirk.

He couldn't help but feel good about himself when you admitted that you thought of him when you found this place. It felt truly honorable than his straight A's and cards with that big ol' red 'Accepted' on it. It was something near to a foreign feeling.

"About what that vendor said-" You were immediately cut off by a waiter coming up, asking for your orders. You coughed into your arm at the sudden surprise and ordered your preferred drink.

Chishiya glanced at you and the waiter, what was with the question? He quickly ordered his own drink as you thanked the waiter before they left.

Another set of an awkward silence filled between the both of you. He was curious about your earlier question but didn't want to push you, you looked embarassed enough after choking on your own spit.

"Don't think about it. She just made a mistake, it's fine." Chishiya wanted to say something else but decided to take matters into his own hands instead. "It's not that uncommon. Sometimes expected."

You nodded at his words. "Right.. I forgot, they have board games here! You wanna play?" You beamed up, changing the subject. He glanced his eyes to the side, finding the board games that you were talking about.

All of them were stacked on a small bookshelf that had a good amount of books on it as well.

"Sure, we'll play." He shrugged without a care. "Why don't you choose the game, Y/N?"

You hummed out a yes and took your time; reading all the board game labels. There were many of them but you wanted to try out something bold, something Chishiya would actuallu want to play with you. "Ah! Chess."

Why Chess? You finally processed your declaration.

"Oh, Chess?" Chishiya looked back at you. What a bold declaration of war. "Sure, why not."

You felt yourself gulp and begin to pray for your mistakes and for your well being, choosing a game like this against a guy like Chishiya. You've already made a decision and stood up and made your walk of shame towards the small chess board.

Bringing the board to your table, you gathered yourself the confidence and smacked the board down.

"Bring it on, Shuntaro." A smirk appeared on your face, a bold glimmer in your eyes.

"I think I'm gonna be sick." You burp out, watching your side of the chess board with bored and tired eyes. You've already accepted your death wish an hour ago.

Now you were here with two empty cups, 3 hours that passed by and found yourself with only a King and a Pawn against Chishiya's fucking army. You've paid for your drinks an hour ago and you were still here, suffering.

"You chose the game." He defended. He looked unchanged - just the same guy three hours ago. Meanwhile you sat in front of him, a hand in your hair and tired eyes.

You weren't sleepy, you were just tired of watching your entire empire fall.

"You're enjoying this, I know it. Behind those blank eyes of yours? You're enjoying this." An almost pathetically dramatic voice of sulking came from you as you connected your forehead onto the table.

You could feel him shrug in front of you.

"But alas!" You rose dramatically, "That was my plan all along!" You moved your king to the line of sight of his queen, making yourself lose. "I forfeit. Besides, we're gonna miss the best part of today!"

Chishiya watched as you obliterated yourself and throwing the chess pieces off the board and clean up. "Fun game." He responded to your actions.

"It was not at all fair." You pushed and closed the board up when you finished counting off the chess pieces and went off to put it back in respect. "You're far smarter than me and you know it."

"You chose th-"

"Yeah, Yeah. 'I chose the game' and whatnot, I get it." You echoed him in an immature tone of voice, but you'd never deny his intelligence. He technically carried you through physics and math.

He stood up and walked out beside you, hearing the same waiter who served you both give their thanks.

"The last stop shouldn't be too far from here." You were looking at that old crumpled piece of paper you had a while ago.

After just a few minutes, maybe 10, of walking, you found both yourselves in front of a popular convenience store joint that you and Chishiya always went to for a quick lunch or snack break when you were both in highschool.

You lead him to a black bench right across the small store and placed your things down, taking your wallet out your bag.

"Stay here." You smiled before running into the building.

Chishiya stared at the all too familiar black bench. No, he didn't sit, the black bench gave him an overflow of memories when you both hung out here. You and Chishiya would buy anything you both wanted and were able to buy from the store and sit out here, exchanging notes and occasionally jokes. He smiled at the thought.

"I told you to sit!" You pointed at him accusingly as you held a brown paper bag in your other arm. The sounds of the bells on the doors clinged together when you exited the building.

"I was." Chishiya turned his way to you.

"After almost 10 minutes of me being in there? Come on." You chuckled and decided to sit down on the black bench yourself. He followed right after you. "Check out what I got!"

You ruffled your hand into the paper bag with joy, tongue sticking out and biting softly on the muscle. "Boom!" You cheered when you took it out.

It was a small almost medium, cute pink cake - which was his favorite whipped strawberry flavor - with Chishiya's favorite cookies decorated on the outer curve.

You handed it to chishiya with the same dorky smile you had when you were feeding the ducks at the park. He observed the writing on the cake with narrow eyes.

'Hapi'

'You de'

'Congratatulations!!!'

Despite the spelling error, and the very messy writing, you still smiled like an idiot and Chishiya couldn't help but appreciate the fucked up cake. He actually showed you his smile that time.

Can you believe it? Making Chishiya smile 3 maybe even 4 times today?

It made yourself smile even wider that you had to put your chin on your hands.

"You spelled 'Congra-"

"I'm aware of my mistake Chishiya but there's clearly no more room for anymore mistakes on that cake." You pointed at the cake which really did have no more room for anymore icing.

He exhaled with a smile, his way of laughing or chuckling at you genuinely at best, before opening the plastic lid.

"Oh and, if you want anymore of your bland ass cookies, there's more in the bag. Can't understand why you like that crap." You jokingly gave him a cringed look and stuck your tongue out in disgusted exaggeration. But, you got it for him.

"Fork?" Chishiya asked, looking back up at you.

"Oh shit, yeah I forgot." You opened up your sling and pulled out two plastic forks. "I figured that there wasn't going to be any free forks in the store so I decided to bring some."

Handing him one, you were more than ready to eat the cake with him.

As both of you dipped in for the first bite, you both heard the sounds of popping in the sky which caught Chishiya off his guard.

Fireworks were in the sky. All different colors, blending in so well in the night sky.

"Would you look at that." You said in awe through the cake in your mouth. "I wonder who put that there."

"You did something, didn't you?" Chishiya looked at you, unamused but still appreciative. You could tell it through the way how soft his eyes looked. It was much softer and quite happier than usual, and you were proud.

"I may have asked some friends." You shrugged, meeting his gaze.

Both of you had not only the warm light emitting from the convenience store, but the different colors of the fireworks that temporarily glowed on both of your faces.

You thought he looked so pretty in all of the colored sparks of light. You could get used to his eyes if it were like this.

"I'm really happy and proud of you, Chish." You said all full of truth, hitting his shoulder playfully. "You need to hear it sometimes, no?"

"I guess." Chishiya answered with a shrug again, lifting another fork full of cake near his mouth. "Thanks, I think."

You chuckled, finally hearing those words come out of his mouth felt so satisfying to you. You were even sure he never really said it all to anyone. The sparks in the sky continued to flash in the sky all so beautifully. "Don't mention it."

Maybe he could get used to this, having someone like you. It made him feel all warm and proud for once.

#aib #alice in borderland #alice in borderland x reader #chishiya x reader #x reader #chishiya shuntaro #aib x reader #chishiya shuntaro x reader #box writes #chishiya

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hemlocksandfoxgloves · 10 months

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Okay, I know I haven't updated in awhile, but I couldn't stop thinking about Theo so I thought I'd try to finish this chapter.

So here's a sneak peek at the next chapter of "I Hear You're Looking For An Anchor"

Also I would really love some feedback. Is it too boring? Too ooc? I think I use too many proper nouns. Should I just stop writing this and work on something else?

Anyway, here's some more human!Theo and Liam being dumb in denial.

"Face of a Killer: LIAM"

“So, they’re burying the bodies. Do you know who’s doing it?” Mason asks as they leave history class. Liam could tell he’d been itching for information since last night. The whole thing feels so surreal. He was worried something big was coming.

Liam shakes his head as they walk down the hall together. “No, Scott’s figuring it out,” he sighs. “He told me not to worry about it.”

“Then don’t. Look, why don’t you come out to Sinema with me tonight?”

“Do you really think a movie night is a good idea right now?” Liam looks at him, conventually concerned, as he dodges out of the way of the rowdy hallway. “What if- what if Scott needs me?”

“Not a movie, a club. It’s the club.” Mason looks at him, holding his hands up excitedly. “It’ll be fun. Hot girls. Hot guys…” Mason trails off as Liam tilts his head and his face takes up one of curiosity. It was like when your ears tingle because somebody was talking about you. Except somebody was actually talking about him. “Liam?”

He shushes Mason as he hears Theo ask Scott, “What’s his deal?” in a faraway voice.

Following the sound, Liam peeks his head around the corner behind a row of lockers. He holds his arm back when Mason tries to look, too. He sees Scott and Theo outside the Biology lab, which was an unusual sight, considering. Why would Theo be talking to Scott? Still trying to get under his good graces, probably. Liam couldn’t help it, he was curious.

“What do you mean?”

Theo sighs, scratching the back of his head. “Do you think I might have a shot with him?”

A shot with whom? Liam? He flinches as Scott lets out a surprising laugh. “Oh! I mean, I don’t know, maybe.”

Theo’s eyes flicker to Liam’s and a cocky smirk covers his face. “You sure about that?” Liam glares at him menacingly.

“You should ask him,” Scott says before leaving.

Liam and Theo’s eyes don’t leave each other’s. Not even when Theo walks past him, still with that half-assed grin and Liam glaring at him like he could pretend to hate him. His eyes soften as they follow his every move until he disappears at the end of the hall. He had to be messing with Liam, right? When Liam turns his head to look at Mason, he’s met with a suspicious grin.

An uncalled for suspicious grin. Liam wasn’t doing anything wrong. He was just looking! Just looking could mean a lot of things, though. Especially in front of Mason’s eyes.

“What?” he asks innocently.

“Mhm, what was that?”

“What was what?” Liam shrugs. There was no avoiding this around Mason, though. He saw the glances between them, if that’s what you want to call it. Liam tried to convey his hatred through his eyes, but felt like he was failing big time. Of course, Mason had to see right through the façade.

“The smiles and the eyes and…” Liam’s eyes widen for a moment before he turns tail the other direction. “You like him!” he hears Mason exclaim behind him.

“Who? Theo?” Liam laughs. “Don’t you think that’s a little crazy?” he asks as they stop at his locker. He dials the lock, “I mean sure, he’s hot but…” Liam stops, staring at the lock in his hand.

But what? He saved Lydia’s life last night. He drove him home, not that he wanted him to. Is there any reason at all that says Liam shouldn’t like Theo? Maybe he wasn’t as bad as Stiles says after all. After last night, he felt like he finally got a glimpse of who Theo really was. He needs to give him some credit. At least he was trying. If Theo is so evil, like Stiles thinks he is, why would he go through all this trouble?

“And you like him!”

Liam sighs, shaking his head and pulling the lock open. “Doesn’t matter. Stiles says he’s bad news and I should stay away.” He places his history book in the back of his locker.

Mason chortles, “Since when do you listen to Stiles?” Liam would’ve replied, something along the lines that Stiles could shove it and he could do whatever he wanted. He grins instead as he sees Stiles standing behind Mason. Based on Liam’s reaction, he knew exactly what had Liam averting his eyes behind him. “He’s right behind me, isn’t he?” Liam chuckles, nodding, and Mason whips around. “Hey man, we were just—”

Stiles isn’t interested, though. He was looking down in the dumps, actually. He looked like he didn’t sleep a wink last night. He pats Mason aside. “Yeah, that’s great Mason. Liam, I need to talk to you.”

After giving each other a look, Mason leaves and Liam shuts his locker door, turning to Stiles. He was concerned about his state and knew it must’ve had to do with Lydia. Everyone knew how he felt about her.

“Hey, how’s Lydia doing?” he questions.

“I don’t know. Last I heard, she was still in surgery. I’m going to go see her this afternoon, though.” Liam nods. “Have you talked to Theo?” Stiles’ voice takes an accusatory turn, making Liam frown.

“Not since he drove me home last night. Why? Did something happen?”

“Actually, yeah. A big something— Wait, you let the enemy drive you home? He knows where you live? Liam, what exactly did he say to you?”

Liam shrugs his hands into his pockets. “Not much.” He raises his eyes, his voice cracking. “He was nice.”

Stiles’ eyebrows reach his hairline as he exclaims, “No, no! Listen to me, Theo is not nice. I was right not to trust him.”

Liam glowers at him. “He saved Lydia’s life last night. Don’t you think it’s time we give him the benefit of the doubt? He’s not the bad guy here.”

“Liam, don’t get me wrong. I am eternally grateful that Lydia is alive, more than anyone. That doesn’t excuse what he did, though.”

Liam sighs, “What did he do?”

“I was going through his medical records and—”

“Stiles, you can’t do that!”

“Well, it’s a good thing that I did because you’ll never believe what I found.”

Liam’s eyes close for a moment as the blaring school bell surrounds them. Ultimately, saving him from this conversation. “I don’t care what you found. It was Theo who saved Lydia. Just… try to have a heart and give him a chance.”

Walking past him, Liam hears Stiles mutter, uselessly, “That’s what I’m trying to tell you.”

Whatever Stiles found, he didn’t care anymore. Stiles can be his own problem. He was done listening to him. He was just searching for answers that weren’t there. Was it so hard to think that Theo was just trying to get through high school like the rest of them?

Liam was passing the library when he heard a distinct heartbeat. It was odd, not like anyone else’s he heard. He couldn’t detect a rhythm or pattern to it. It just was; always at a rushed pace. He planned on using his free period to practice lacrosse, but this seemed more beneficial.

Following the sound of his heartbeat, he finds Theo at the very back of the library. He was in a secluded spot where nobody could see him, hunched over textbooks and notebooks around him. Liam hid partially from view behind a large bookcase. He could see Theo’s furrowed brows pulled together in concentration. His gelled hair was in a disarray. He definitely looked like he needed a break.

Theo didn’t notice him until he’s dropped his bookbag onto the table with a small thunk. He’s startled for a moment before he realizes who it was that disturbed him. For the barest moment, Liam thought Theo looked scared, but it was quickly smoothed into his residential smirk that he always saved for Liam. He wished he wouldn’t look at him like that. It felt fake and impersonal. He wanted to see Theo’s real smile.

Liam sits down in the chair across from him and Theo caps his pen, leaning back in his seat.

“You’re not worried about being seen with me? What would Stiles think?” Liam looks around their vacant little corner pointedly. Theo chuckles, “Point taken. So, have you made your decision?”

Liam was in the middle of pulling his school work out of his bag and pauses when Theo asks this.

“About what?”

Theo dips his head. “Whether you like me?”

Liam scoffs, shaking his head in disbelief. Just because he was sitting with him didn’t mean anything. “You’re lucky I’m even talking to you,” he says, taking his history notes out.

“Oh, I don’t think luck has anything to do with it,” Theo smiles at him smugly.

“It doesn’t matter, anyway.”

“And why’s that?”

Liam grits his teeth. “I have more important things to worry about than whether I’m caught sitting with Theo Raeken.”

Theo frowns, playing with the pen in between his fingers. Liam watches his long fingers twist this way and that. “Stiles still doesn’t trust me?”

Liam’s eyes jump to Theo’s and he replies timidly, “I don’t think so.”

He’d think after saving Lydia from bleeding out on the police station’s floor, Stiles’d be a bit more lenient. He gets Stiles has problems with what happened with the Nogitsune. He has a hard time trusting people, especially ones who get too close to the pack. Like Theo has been trying to do.

Theo leans forward on his elbows. Liam gives him a disgruntled look as he comes closer. “Do you trust me?” Theo asks.

Liam doesn’t know how to react to this. He wasn’t expecting Theo to ask him that. He wants to trust Theo. He could show Stiles how trustworthy Theo really was. Can Liam trust him, though?

“That’s a matter of opinion.”

“Then what’s yours?”

“I think…” Liam looks at Theo, then. Looking into his eyes, he saw something. Something that made him want to trust him. Theo wasn’t the monster here. “I think, what you did for Lydia was very brave and Stiles should be thankful.”

“Is she going to be okay?”

“She will be.”

Next scene will be Liam and Theo at Sinema :)

#thiam #theo raeken #liam dunbar #theo x liam #teen wolf #fanfiction #human theo raeken #werewolf liam dunbar #i hear you're looking for an anchor verse #chapter 7 #liam pov #thiam au #season 5 rewrite #i need motivation 😣

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fizzyxcustard · 2 years

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Betrayal (7)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Masterlist of fan fiction

Fandom: Crossover of Spooks and Pilgrimage (Modern AU)

Pairings: Lucas North x OC/Raymond de Merville x OC

Warnings: Love triangle. Angst. Language. Sexual references/language. Cheating.

Summary: Amy Holland is Lucas North’s girlfriend of six months. Amy is aware of his job as an MI-5 agent and supports him. However, Lucas’ cousin, Raymond de Merville, has always loved Amy and uses their one night stand together as leverage for something more.

Comments/Notes: If you wish to be tagged in any of my tag lists for fics or characters, please let me know, and stipulate what you want to be tagged in. I’m gradually removing people from my tag lists who do not interact.

Thank you to those people who have given their input in regards to who you think Amy should end up with, and to @lathalea for listening to me go on about the plot in this chapter. I appreciate all comments and feedback! :)

My face claim for Amy is Florence Pugh, although I would have preferred her dark haired. But the GIF above fits nicely with the plot.

Raymond lay in bed, his head full of the dream he had just woken from. His eyes were still closed, and he reached across to the other side of his bed, imagining her lying there. Maybe he would open his eyes and she would be propped up on her arm, smiling at him with devotion in her eyes. For the last week and his dreams had been nothing but Amy, and he was now aware that she was back in contact with Lucas.

Raymond rolled over onto his back and finally opened his eyes, squinting at morning light filling the room. It had come to his attention that Amy was talking with Lucas again when he walked past their usual cafe, the place they had both met. It was the place that Raymond knew Amy frequented, and Lucas had followed suit. A bolt of pain hit him in the chest as he saw their forms, unmistakable, sat at the back of the room. Opposite each other this time, not side by side.

Every day since had been a nightmare. Raymond worked in a car factory, the only job he could get since he was dismissed from the military on medical grounds of PTSD and a bullet wound in his stomach. In the factory and beneath his welder's mask, Raymond would grit his teeth, imagining that it was Lucas' eyes that he was welding shut. It was unrelenting, incurable.

That morning, however, to his complete surprise, Amy called.

"Raymond, can we meet? In the cafe, maybe?" she asked, sounding quiet and sheepish down the phone line.

"Yeah, of course," Raymond replied. He was sat on the edge of his bed, still wearing nothing but his boxers. "Give me an hour and I'll be with you." He never asked what this meeting would be about, but he could guess.

Potential conversations raced through Raymond's mind. What if she'd had a change of heart and wanted him instead? No, he very much doubted that was the case. Was this a complete goodbye? He'd said his goodbyes to her just after Lucas had found out their secret, but that door had never fully closed. Raymond had still had his one foot in Amy and Lucas' life, and one foot dangling into loneliness.

Amy was already at the cafe by the time that Raymond arrived, and had ordered two drinks, which were on the table.

Raymond inhaled hard as he sat in front of her, feeling everything about her weaken him. He felt like a bar of metal being melted, reminding him of the materials he worked with. So strong, but as soon as the temperature was raised, it became weakened and easily re-shaped.

"Why did you ask me to come, Aim?" Raymond asked, folding his arms across his chest and leaning back into his chair.

"We need proper closure of everything that happened," Amy told him. Her eyes were sad, the saddest that Raymond had ever seen them. "I've been in contact with Lucas, and I know that you know. I've seen you a couple of times walking past here. The last thing I want to do is hurt you. I've hurt both you and Lucas enough."

"Why the sudden change of heart?" Raymond growled. "Only a week ago and I was the villain of all this. I was the one who had seduced you and turned your head."

Amy sighed and shook her head. "When it all came out, I was defensive, I know that. What happened between us was both of our faults, probably more mine. I shouldn't have crossed that line. I shouldn't have gone against Lucas like that. This is why...." She stopped. Preparation for what was coming. "I'm moving back to Coventry. I miss my family, and this is a good enough reason to do it. I haven't told Lucas, and might not..."

"You can't do that, Aim. He has a right to know. You can't betray him twice," Raymond said, leaning forward on the table.

"I don't deserve to be with anyone after what I've done," Amy whispered, her voice cracking. "You both need to let me go, and you need to move on. Be happy, Ray. Please try and find a good woman who will love you and make you happy."

Raymond swallowed hard and took Amy's shaking hand in his. "I wanted to believe that woman was you."

"I'm sorry," Amy wept.

For a few seconds, Raymond gripped Amy's hand. His thumb caressed her skin, moving in circular motions. He was speechless. He was unable to say anything, let alone move.

"I'm sorry for all of this," Amy finally continued. "If I'd have never moved here and met Lucas then this wouldn't have happened. You'd never have known me."

"But I'm glad I do know you," Raymond said. His eyes met Amy's gaze. "Just think on this a bit more. Don't make a decision just yet about moving."

"I've already agreed with my parents that I'm going to move back with them, and I've got my notice ready to give my landlord."

"But you can still back out." Raymond was desperate to keep her in his life somehow.

"Please, Ray..."

"I'll move with you."

Amy eyes widened and she pulled her hand away from his. "Stop this, please. A relationship between us is something that could never..."

Raymond's eyes were glassy with tears and it made Amy stop mid-sentence.

"I hurt everyone..." She got up from the table swiftly.

Raymond followed, not caring who was around him. He swept around the table, wound his arm around her waist and cupped her cheek, pushing both of them into a hot kiss.

Amy couldn't stop herself and felt her whole body become consumed by Raymond. She wanted him in those moments, so deeply.

But rationality soon dragged her away from him. "No, enough is enough."

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Amy lay on her sofa at home, still, drained. One thing was certain and that was Amy didn't deserve the love of either man. She had broken Lucas' heart in pursuit of her own physical pleasure. Both men made her feel complete; Lucas made her feel loved and needed, and Raymond made her feel wanted and desired. They were at the opposite sides of a whole. The love languages they both exhibited were different. Lucas had always been romantic; he brought her roses, made her breakfast in bed. Raymond was intense, passionate and exhilarating.

One fact remained, and that was now that she had handed in her notice of termination of tenancy, Amy would soon be over one hundred miles away from both of them. Lucas could move on and find the love of someone who truly deserved him. Raymond could find a woman who could tame him and rein in that aggression.

The clock was ticking. In four weeks and Amy would just be a ghost to them.

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emblazons · 1 year

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What do you think about the way Byler has been marketed recently? Between volume 1 and 2 there was a lot of promo and Noah seemed crazy excited about it, saying things like “you should definitely ship that” which made a lot of people think something was going to happen in Volume 2 only for it to be the most (temporarily) soul crushing outcome. But now both Noah (and Finn) are playing up the whole “I don’t know maybe, maybe not” thing, with a lot of emphasis on Will’s happiness being more important than anything and I’m wondering why that’s the case. It just strikes me as weird since the era of extreme Byler hype was for the sad season and now they’ve dialed it back for s5. This isn’t byler doubt or anything since the most important thing is the story and how it’s being written and that clearly points to Byler endgame, but since these guys are trained in what to say in order to not spoil, why do you think Noah promoted Byler so hard between volumes 1 and 2 while knowing what the end of s4 was like, and what do you think is the reason for the switchup now?

Honestly? I think it’s just a result of them not having a single bit of confirmed press points for talking about S5, and wanting to hedge their bets for how they speak about it moving into the longer part of silence between seasons—especially knowing that the primary “we want to flesh this out” focus for The Duffers (and the story) right now is this play in London.

I think a lot of the promo that Noah did between volumes and immediately afterward was geared at making it clear there was something going on between Mike and Will, combined with a bit of fun. The fact that the only “proper” interview he did (aka one that was designed to be picked up by major outlets / give as many people involved in reading articles about the show as possible some common-core feedback to go off of) was that Variety interview where he clearly said “will is gay and in love with Mike” makes that clear, because even if they are “for byler,” most people will never hear what Noah, Finn or any of the cast had to say at fan-con panels, or will ever care to know they happened.

Even for dedicated fans of ST who aren’t diehard bylers though, it’s clear that (for all it matters to us here), the primary story is on pause as it’s written + being made—a fact of life that most longtime fans of any media know means there will be relative quiet, because actors don’t have any hard new information to work with. You see that clearly in the fact that right now, Noah and Finn have been promoting other things (other projects like Pinocchio + WYFSTW or personal endeavors like Tender Fix)—which most likely means any ST related comments they make will be intentionally vague / their own “headcanons” because there isn’t any new narrative to promote, or press guideline telling them what is/isn’t off limits for S5.

As much as it might seem like “a change in their enthusiasm,” it’s not anything worth writing home about—just a sign that we’re in the silent era between seasons + that the duffers (despite writing S5 & gearing up to film it) have their eyes set on fleshing out a different part of the story. It’s a pretty clear place in any fandom, if you’re used to being in them, imo—which is why I encourage people not to hold too tightly to what actors say about these things anyway, considering they (like us) are waiting for story + press guidance as the Netflix machine slowly moves back into creating/finishing ST.

Thanks for the ask! And I encourage anyone looking at Noah’s comments at today’s event for any deep and meaningful insight into S5 byler to breathe and remember he’s literally just an 18 year old kid giving you his own spoiler-free between-season headcanons, not a duffer brother or the writers room. I’ve seen people lose it over cons and honestly—especially this far out—you really have to keep perspective lmfao.

#I’ve never much paid close attention to what actors say for any meaningful commentary on the story anyway lmao #but I know it means a lot to some people #and can be fun to hear about considering they play our favorite characters!#asks

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puppyluver256 · 11 months

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[Image Description: A human interpretation of a young Hornet from Hollow Knight. She has light brown skin, black hair in pigtails with some white streaks, and black eyes. She is wearing a red pull-over dress with a grey shirt and black leggings underneath, as well as a pendant featuring the Weavers' crest. She is kneeling beside an open jar of nearly-black paint on a cloth and smearing some of the paint into her white hair with her bare hands, wincing from the paint's temperature and texture in her hands. The background is blue with darker blue smears creeping in. End ID.]

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I figure in my human AU, Hornet woulda prolly gotten teased as a kid for the white bits in her hair, other kids referring to them as skunk stripes and maybe joking that she looked like she was gonna go from 8 to 80 or something. Sometimes bullying, even if it's not super-serious, just gets to you and you do something silly like smear paint all over your hair! Also she might want to make them match the rest of her hair for more personal familial reasons! Thankfully it's the tempera kiddy stuff that's a bit easier to clean off than, say, acrylics and oils. In all likelihood Herrah (who's deffo alive in this AU shoosh) would probably let her get some proper, albeit temporary, hair dye if it bothers her so badly. Though when she's older she'll have a reason for wanting to keep her white locks as is, namely the sibs :3

Also I changed how human!Hornet's eyes look for Reasons. I originally had her have black sclera as her dad's side of the family were all going to have full black eyes, then I realized that a human version of the Pale King would probably have very light eyes and also I'd changed the reasoning for the vessels' human counterparts still having black eyes for unrelated reasons, so I figured I should change Hornet's eyes as well. She's got her mom's eyes! :D

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look-at-the-soul · 1 year

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Hi! Ok it's gossip girl again! ❤️Here's the question I mentioned in the other ask that I was wondering if you could give me an opinion on.

I have this idea I've been thinking of for a long time but I'm unsure if I should try it or just leave the idea alone because the story would deal with SA and an unplanned pregnancy that would occur because of it. And I want to say the love interest would NOT be responsible for those crimes, but it would still be a main point of the story. I DON'T want to glorify or romanticize anything like that at all. This would be an angsty idea where because of the past the future becomes more uncertain, and I wanted to make one character reflect on how his actions indirectly affected other people and deal with that inner turmoil. The reason I want to do it is because I leave one line I really want to write that I thing would be powerful, and I've been sitting on it for months. I'm just really nervous people would think it's "too far" for lack of a better word because of the darker nature of the idea. And yeah. That's about it. I know that was pretty vague but I've been wrestling with the idea for a while now and was just wondering if you think it may be "alright" to try to write it or if I should just leave it alone? You totally don't have to answer if you aren't comfortable, but I'd love to hear your honest opinion about it whatever that may be! Thanks again for everything❤️ I know it took a bit of darker note than our usual conversations but I really do appreciate everything you do! Have a great day!! Xoxo gossip girl!

Hello GG!!!! Thank you for letting me post this little snippet of your idea 🥰 and for clarifying the short version too! Haha I’m familiar with a few of them but not all 🤭

Okay yes it’s a dark path, but if you do it carefully and with the proper warning at the beginning I’d say go for it, firstly because it’s the initial idea you had for the plot (and don’t worry along the way you will make loads of adjustments), I think the story itself will “tell you” if it’s too much or not -I know it sounds weird but it’s true- and also take a look at your audience the comments and feedback also helps you build the following parts, last but not least, if this is how you want to the story to go, don’t hesitate do it 😉 because otherwise the idea will eat you alive.

There are lots of ways you can approach the SA, it doesn’t have to be graphic or write it literally (but if you want to it’s just fine too), and it sounds so so interesting because in real life it happens so maybe your story can help someone heal? Like a closure… of course not, you can write it in a way as to portray something that’s real and raw and spread a message, a very important one. Will the love interest be some kind of hero? Or more like a support for your character? Do they know each other before the attack? Or as a consequence of it?

I’ll say it again; write it! There’s nothing better than an idea you can’t get off your mind 🥰 I’m so curious now for it!!! Will you make it a peaky story?

Going to reply your other message tomorrow

Happy writing! Keep me updated xx

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minty-playhouse · 5 months

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Once saw a post where a guy was lamenting that "people nowadays only play games to stream them", and not only this is, well, a lie - if you were to count every streamer/YouTube gamer out there, from the biggest to smallest, the number wouldn't be even a third of the people who play games in the whole wide world - what exactly is wrong with streaming a game/recording it to share with others?

Sure there are people who go to streaming with the hopes of hopping on a trend and making a quick buck. That happens in every single section of our society whenever anything is shown to give you a financial boost (which isn't really inherently wrong either, we sadly live in a capitalist world and everyone's gotta eat somehow).

But that's a minority.

Streaming and sharing games to an audience isn't just something soulless people do that takes away from the "purity" of gaming. You never sat down with a group of friends and played a game? You never had someone you like sit next to you while you play something and comment on it? You never wanted to share a game you love with other people and hear their feedback?

When Pokemon Violet released I had a huge group of friends over and while I wanted to play it badly, I also didn't want to bore them. They all urged me to play it and they watched me the whole time, commenting on it while eating snacks and we all had fun! It was a wonderful time!

Community is important with all hobbies, and I think the advent of the internet made it easier for us to share things we like with other people, and have them talk and discuss. Going online and playing a game for others can be fun, exciting, it can even get you more engaged in the game if you have others involved it, maybe spot things you missed, crack jokes, help you if you're stuck...

And if one manages to ALSO make some money while doing something that's entertaining to them and a group of people, what even is the harm in that? Oh no, someone is earning money in a leisure way! The horror! Everyone should have a miserable desk job at a Big Corp and play their video games in silence and alone at home! That's the proper way to enjoy your hobbies! You never share them with anyone ever!

#video games #streaming #not everything people post on the internet is solely for clout and money #calm down

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soul-renewal · 1 year

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Just gonna write all this out and not care if it’s badly written.

i want to envision myself healed, mostly, to a point where I can interact with people and feel ready to make friends.

I have healed a lot, but the prominent problem I have is my ability to communicate well. When I was younger, i loved to talk, after getting to know someone to a certain degree, and I felt i could keep conversations flowing, but now... I struggle with that..

It’s my biggest weakness...

I think one of the reasons why I have trouble communicating well is because when I was younger, my dad said I talked too much and I grew up with people who didn’t keep up their interactions with me, they’d ignore me, so I’d receive no feedback or reply.

Eventually, I felt that talking was bad...

Being young, i thought that if I shut up, my father would notice and realize something was wrong, but actually, I didn’t know that in his head, he probably thought he won.

My little girl finally shut up, he thinks...

Didn’t think, “oh no, my little girl, why did she changed and become quieter?”

Truth is, it didn’t matter if family give me food and shelter. I didn’t feel like I was cared for on the inside. In my head, it was like, “If you don’t stop talking, we won’t give you love.”

I grew up in a very cold, perfectionist environment. i have to be proper...

I wish I had a real family outside of my biological family.

The more i think about it...deep down, I hate the family I grew up with. I had little mental and emotional support. They made me feel starved for love and even a little crazy. i just wanted to FEEL like I was loved and cared for.

I think another reason I have trouble talking is because I didn’t have good role models to bounce off on in communication. I was majorly sheltered from people and even if i did talk to schoolmates, they were cold too. They were all very rigid, judgemental and thought that being childish was stupid.

I definitely grew up n the wrong environment. i wish I ran away from home...

It’s been hard to find people who have the same values as me.

I want to find my true, safe, lasting, soul family.

i want to find my true self and feel safe in my own body, to have my own thoughts and feelings and feel valid and seen and understood by the right people.

I am proud of myself for doing things that were hard, but right. i let go of people that weren’t good for me and I let go of good people that weren’t on the same page as me...

Even if I want someone, and they don’t want me back, there’s nothing I can do. I will not do anything. I’m proud of myself for sticking to myself, even though I desire companionship, if it’s not the right one, I have to keep moving on and waiting.

I think the right one for me will truly SEE me. I have NEVER met anyone who’s come closer to seeing and understanding me. It was always me that was able to see some people for who they are or how they needed to be seen, it was always me inspiring, and knowing how to help, so it would be nice to meet someone who can make me feel seen, heard, etc....

I deserve it....

Right now, I’ve been trying to let go of someone who’s happily unattached and not looking for a relationship. I want to be with him, but he cannot and will not be with me. There are parts of him that remind me of myself, so I thought maybe we were similar in a way, i wanted us to grow deeper, but if God didn’t let us come together now, then there must be a reason.

I kept holding onto hope that maybe if I show more of myself, he’ll recognize that i am someone worth it, but will it be worth it in the end?

If a man doesn’t already see that I’m a romantic potential, then why should I hold onto hope that he’ll see me. He won’t see me. He won’t ever see me. He will never see or understand the value I hold. He cannot awaken it or inspire it. So why am I still holding on? Why do i keep checking to see his activity? He’s not doing the same, he’s not interested, he’s busy living his life, doing his thing. I’d be the last thing that’s on his mind.

I had this fear that I’d lose him because he’s so handsome. Some other girl will change his mind about staying single, but so what?

If I lose him, is it really a lost?

So what if he’s interested in another woman? He was never mine to begin with and it wouldn’t be right to get in the way of God’s fate, someone else’s destiny, of a Divinely orchestrated meeting of soulmates, that doesn’t involve me...

If we’re not meant to be together, it’s because he’s supposed to be with someone else................................................

I was mad that I couldn’t have him, I was mad at being rejected, but I saw how lowly those vibrations were. I didn’t want to feel like that and so I chose to see the higher picture.

So what if he doesn’t become mine?

What is the true meaning of love anways?

What honors the name of love?

It’s certainly not forcing myself on him, trying to get him to be jealous, showing myself off, or doing anything with even a speckle of intent to change his mind.

Pure intentions.

Always.

If you can’t be with someone, you have to accept rejection, understand why you’re triggered and angered, focus on yourself, and heal.

I kept telling myself I don’t want to feel this hate and anger just because of rejection, I need to be higher than this. I found that self-care DOES help. You’ll slowly start to see that your OWN PEACE is important. You can’t have everything that you want and respecting someone and their decision/rejection is the closest thing to loving them while also respecting yourself.

Why do we NEED someone in our life who we obsess over, but they don’t reciprocate?

He doesn’t need to see more sides of me. It’s ok to lose him. It’s ok not to give him attention, it’s ok because what’s meant to be, will be.

I chose to be with myself in this misery, it’s ok. Self love is also being ok with the bad emotions and healing them in our own timing.

It’s all about putting the focus on oneself after rejection.

You don’t need to know what he’s doing, you need to know how you’re doing. You don’t need to check up on him, check on yourself. Don’t give him attention, give yourself attention.

It can be hard when there’s lots of “what ifs,” but, honey, no. If it’s been over a month or 2, and he still hasn’t SEEN you, your soul already, it’s not right.

Let it go, let him go, if someone else finds him, then he’s where he belongs. Don’t keep him from his fate. Don’t let him keep yourself from your own fate.

The longer we stay with someone, the longer we’re kept away from what actually is meant for us. So focus on you. So when you’re energy has changed for you, you’ll attract what’s right for you.

#diary #love #relationships #healing #unrequited love #unrequited #self healing #self love

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zjjunronj · 2 years

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The politicians approach

Dear Columnist, Recently the word butt was used in one of your columns. That word is inappropriate, in poor taste, crude, and offensive. The fact that it is used on tv does not change a thing. I appreciate your being able and interested in writing and would like for it to be above reproach. Best to you. Ward Cleaver She wants to know what I think of it, and what would be the most appropriate way to respond. As I sit here pondering her request, the full range of potential responses seems to be these: 1. The immature response. This is the one youd go with if you fired back an immediate, gut check-like response. Youd tell the guy that he should find some Barney reruns to spend his time watching and then imply that he must be a real firecracker in most other aspects of his personal life. Youd then close it out with a reminder that camshaft makers this is a free country and that he was free (and encouraged) to read something other than your column in the future. 2. The sarcastic approach. Tell the reader that youll try to do better in the future, and that the slip up in the column is easily explainable.

Then, go into how you and your friends went out drinking the night before, entered a Who Can Cuss The Best contest at a local bar, and that the carry over from that slipped into your column when you wrote it the next day. Promise your reader that itll never happen again, as you definitely want to live your life above reproach, and then swear to watch twenty episodes of The Brady Bunch as penance. 3. The politicians approach. Take no responsibility for your wording by telling the reader that you actually wanted to use the term heiny, tookus, or twin pink apples, but were prevented from doing so by your editor. Then, go into great detail about your poor as Jobs turkey upbringing, adding that it was hard for you to learn proper language usage skills because you grew up in a shack with seventeen brothers and sisters. Close by offering to let the offended reader write a guest column in place of yours the next week, recommend to them some web sites offering free government programs and money, and each Arbor Day from here on out faithfully send them a pine tree seedling. 4. The avoidance approach. Email back a terse two-liner, telling them that you appreciate the feedback but that your schedule is so hectic that you cant possibly respond to it. Wish them eternal peace and happiness in the closing line. 5.

The mature approach. Email your reader back, let them know you appreciated them giving you feedback, and never comment on what you personally thought of their message. Then thank them and close it out. Sweet, simple, and very mature. It looks like my friend is going to choose the last option, which is certainly the best one to take. But a thought now occurs to me - maybe, instead of these approaches, her good writer friend should just tell her that shes doing fine, and not to let stuff like this bother her too much. He should also take the time to remind her that not everyone is going to like everything that you write or say, and all you can do is your best and gracefully accept whatever comes along as a result. Finally, maybe her writer friend will simply remind her that her stuff is good, much better than some of the writing being done today by columnists thats so lame that a South Georgia tree buzzard could do better... On second thought, I might better leave that last one out...she might start looking at me sort of quizzically after she reads it...

#Wholesale V6 camshaft

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tarnishedxknight · 2 years

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CRAYON - What advice would you give Basch? -tarnishedxjudgement

{out of dalmasca} I'll talk directly to him because why not, heh. *cracks knuckles* Here I go...

Alright. Basch. My dude. My guy. *tent fingers* Listen to me for a second. Defend yourself a little more. Like... it's okay to want to be That Guy™ who always de-escalates a situation, who keeps the peace, and who doesn't give into provocation, taunting, or goading. That's good and admirable. However... it is another thing entirely to let people treat you poorly or let them walk all over you.

Ashelia slapped you and you just stood there. I get that she was angry/hurt and you wanted to give her an outlet because you care about her, but that was not okay what she did. It wasn't okay on a human level but it also wasn't proper behavior for someone who is going to rule a country someday. By letting it stand, you actually taught her the wrong thing and reinforced bad/childish behavior. I know you care about her future and being a part of shaping her into the ruler you know she can be one day, so you should have at least tried to offer her a bit more feedback/guidance in that moment. A simple, "Princess, please calm yourself," would have been short, to the point, reminded her of her station and therefore the behavior she should be displaying, and wouldn't have been rude or condescending to her. Whether to not she listened to you is on her, but your silence let her childishness stand uncontested.

In my opinion, you should have given Vossler a much larger piece of your mind. You said some things to him, and that was good, better than your normal silence, but he was way out of line and as someone who used to be your subordinate, he should have gotten more of an earful from you about his behavior and morals. Regardless of what had happened to you, he was still in a position of power in Dalmasca, and his behavior was absolute bullshit. Not wanting confrontation is okay, but not confronting someone who should be confronted only makes things worse. Had you spoken to him in depth earlier, maybe the duel would not have been necessary at all. You'll never know because you never tried.

All those people who were saying terrible things about you in Bhujerba and Old Archades... Bruh. I'm not saying you should have yelled at every single one of them, or even confronted any of them at all, but at least within your own party, act like you care a bit more. It is very noble to not let gossip affect you, especially when it is politically sensitive gossip during wartimes. But to say next to nothing about it and shut down most conversations others in your party attempt to have about it, just makes you look like you don't have much self-respect. You came across as a bit of a silent, kicked puppy half the time when I knew things were really bothering you on the inside. It's okay to speak up for yourself. It isn't rude or selfish, it's just plain good self care.

In short, I get that you're a quiet guy and that you pick your battles. That's great, it really is. But it's also okay to respect yourself, defend yourself, and call out when people are treating you unfairly, unjustly, or cruelly.

Also, side note... Let go of Ashelia. If you're going to make the decision that she's out of your league, too young for you, too good for you, or all of the above, then accept that and move on. Don't write it off as a complete failure before you've even told her how you feel but then continue to pine for her for years. Either tell her how you feel and see where that goes, or move on. You deserve to be happy, not in love with an ideal that can never be.

#{ out of dalmasca } ᵒᵒᶜ #{ headcanons }#-ish

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maroocapitall · 2 years

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geekwritersworld · 2 years

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Horses and Intrusions

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x OFC (Sylvie)

Warnings: none

summary: When Sylvia Shelby finally learns to ride a horse flawlessly, she can’t wait to tell her older brother. Except, maybe she should have waited a little bit before doing so.

A/n: you could ask me what this was and I wouldn’t be able to tell you. I haven’t written in months, and used this to get back into writing. It’s super short, and I’m not quite sure if Alfie actually even has a sister, I did try to search more into it but didn’t find anything.

P.s since I haven’t written in a while, this maybe more rubbish than usual

Feedback is always appreciated!

It was slight cool, for once instead of the raging cold. When the opportunity arose for Sylvie to run on outside and work on her horse riding, she didn’t hesitate.

She’d rode quite a distance, from Arrow house. Wanting to make it as far as possible from the house, so she’d have enough ground to practice a full run with her horse, and she really didn’t want to keep moving back and forth as she practiced just to make sure she had enough ground.

The large mansion looked quite small from she was. It almost didn’t look like a mansion, from where she sat on the horse and she knew if Tommy known how far out she’d rode, he’d chew her ear out.

But she still wanted to try and see if she was good enough yet to be able to make her horse run, and still be able to hold on and ride without giving up half way through out of fear.

She’d been struggling with speed, when it came to horse-riding, and today she decided to finally test it after a few months of practicing. Tommy would have objected and asked her to practice a little more, had he been there watching her. But he wasn’t.

So Sylvie gripped the Black beauty’s reigns in her hand, taking in a deep breath looking ahead, she started out. The wind practically hit her ears, her hair flying behind her. She didn’t want to stop, she hoped she wouldn’t.

Her toes curled, and only when the large house appeared as its proper size within her view did she finally pull the reigns and slow down. The house seemed to look even bigger than before, oddly

maybe it was because the idea of telling her big brother she’d finally perfected horse riding after months of trying and failing, made her giddy- tying her horse to the tree, her excitement getting the best of her, Sylvie ran all the way into the house. Past the large yard and the veranda, and the maids who looked bewildered at her behavior.

She almost walked into the Bulldog; had she paid attention she would’ve waited before striding towards her brother’s office.

“sorry Frances” initially Frances smiled at Sylvie’s giddiness, but her eyes widened when she saw Sylvie rush towards Tommy’s study. Trying to stop the overly excited Shelby, she almost toppled over with how fast the young shelby skid past her.

Frances could only watch in horror as Sylvie barged into the office and then stopped short.

“TO- oh” Her eyes widening, as she took in the foreign figure sitting across Tommy.

“Bloody hell calm down li’ile one” Alfie turned to look at her. Anyone else intruding would’ve prompted Alfie to point his gun at them irrespective of it being Tommy’s household. But Sylvia Shelby had a way of making her way into the most coldest of hearts.

But it wasn’t Alfie Sylvie was hesitant of in that moment, it was Tommy. Who did nothing to hide the irritation on his face. Glaring at her, barely blinking, Tommy said “I’m busy Sylvie” tapping the edge of his cigarette against the ash bowl.

“Sorry, really” she began to slowly back out, until Alfie spoke up

“now none of that Sylvie, you got some news?” Tommy raised his brows at the man who just brushed over Tommy’s words in his own house.

“Oh it’s nothing important, I’ll just come back later”

“Nah you won’t do no thing like that, tell us” he prompted

“Alfi-”

“Bloody hell Tommy let the girl speak will ya, you ain’t the only one who can talk now are ye’h”

“I was just going to say - really i can come back later”

“fuck sake Sylvie what is it”? it was Tommy this time, loosing his patience

“I uh- I can ride perfectly now, speed and all” she mumbled, looking everywhere but at the men. Her victory seemed small and stupid now, standing in front of those two men who’d survived the war.

Though Tommy was proud, he knew his little sister was terrified of riding fast, but now wasn’t the time. Before his sister had barged into his office he’d been discussing the plan to bring down a rival gang with Alfie.

One that he knew posed a bigger threat than any of the others, and Tommy knew it would take more than him and his men to bring them down.

“right, well that’s great-” Tommy stood up, walking to Sylvie who leaned on her heels, nervous.

“yeah that’s bloody fucking brilliant ain’t it” Alfie stood up as well, ushering Tommy aside with his stick “mind moving mate?” Alfie walked to the where the drinks were on the table.

Tommy once again raised his brows, more at the fact that he was being pushed aside in his own fucking house and apparently whoever did push him aside was still very much alive and breathing.

Sylvie herself stood watching, looking between Alfie and Tommy; watching for signs she should be running.

“Now, you’re 18 aren’t ya?” pouring out a lighter drink, Tommy noticed, in two glasses Alfie turned.

“thought you weren’t drinking Alfie” Tommy interjected.

“fuck off ” was all Alfie had to say to Tommy.

“right now tell me all about this horse of yours. Just out of curiosity, this horse of yours ever throw Tommy off his back?” handing Sylvie a drink, he ushered her to sit down, and took a seat on the chair next to her.

Holding back a chuckle, Sylvie responded with a quiet “no”.

“did he almost though- take a seat, will ya Tommy- he almost ever?” Alfie turned right back to Sylvie.

“well I suppose he almost did this once, Tommy did-”

“He was fucking scared!” Tommy rolled his eyes from his seat behind his desk.

Well Tommy could discuss the plan with Alfie in a bit. Undeniably he didn’t like even the mere sight of Alfie anywhere near his sister, but looking at the pure joy in her face; that he hadn’t seen in a while, Tommy let her gush about her horse to Alfie while Alfie took every opportunity he could to insult him.

“ didn’t stop once while riding a galloping horse?” Alfie questioned, taking a sip of his drink.

“no, been practicing for months now” Sylvia beamed.

Tommy let them go on for a few more minutes before finally standing up “ alright, Sylvie you need to go now. Alfie, business”

Sylvie got up content, and walked out, Tommy followed her to the door and before Alfie could interrupt once more, closed the door behind him leaving Alfie in his study, turned to his sister.

“We’ll drink a proper one at dinner eh” he kissed her forehead, much to her relief and turned to go back into his office.

“oh well this is fucking disappointing ain’t it, was hoping it wasn’t you coming in” Alfie looked out the window.

“enough Alfie, back to the plan”

“right mate, I’ll have a headcount for you tomorrow”

Tommy narrowed his eyes at Alfie. Knowing he hadn’t even discussed the plan and there was going to be a catch to Alfie letting him use his men without a bargain.

“ in return for what?” Tommy lit a cigarette, watching Alfie carefully.

“in return for you making sure that girl yeah, doesn’t get caught in the middle of your fucking world.”

Tommy’s shoulders eased just a little bit. Tommy knew of Alfie’s own sister having got caught in the crossfires between Alfie and a rival after the war. He’d heard of how gruesome her death was; how much it had shaken up all of Camden.

Tommy nodded in slow understanding. He’d discuss the business further on a later day. A few minutes of silence passed before Alfie spoke up again.

“Fuck off, you’ve been thrown off a horse before aven’t ya?”

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lys1 · 3 years

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This is an Asra x fem!reader. NSFW for sure, porn WITH plot <3 this is my first post on tumblr so feedback appreciated.

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You walk through the dusty streets of the Market towards the palace. Hundreds of stalls loom up on either side, alive and vibrant with colors, smells, and tastes. It feels good to be back in the heart of Vesuvia.

You turn to look at Asra beside you, keeping your exhausted pace. It had been 8 days since Nadia had asked Asra and yourself to go check out some mysterious magic happenings on the outskirts of the city. You scoff to yourself, mysterious indeed, it took half the time to even track down the little pixie creatures causing ruckus and mayhem. Eventually, after some exhaustive spell casting and careful teamwork the two of you had managed to return the troublesome pixies to the proper magic realm they escaped from.

You yawn tiredly, loosening the emerald colored traveling scarf from around your neck. It was afternoon now, and the sun was beating down.

"Almost there now," Asra spoke up, breaking the silence. He looked fondly over at you, a smile lighting up his sun kissed face. Even so, you could see that the time away from home had taken its toll on him too. You were both more than ready to hit the hay.

You nod slightly, keeping back another yawn. "I hope Nadia has food for us, I'm starved." The villagers in the towns you had visited were kind and generous, but nothing could beat the delectable food that the palace prepared.

Asra chuckled, "I'm sure that right after we fill her in on the successful pixie management she'll immediately be tending to us like a mother hen. You know how she is, she loves to provide." He pushed back his curls from his face to wipe his brow of sweat, smiling as he too imagined the delicious array of food that was about to be offered. He picked up his pace at the thought, making you jog a bit to keep up.

The Palace gates soon loomed over the two of you, sparkling and gold in the summer sun. The guards at the gate looked up as you approached.

"Ah, the magicians! I trust everything went alright?" One asked, clearly recognizing the famous duo. He smiled warmly, maybe a little starstruck.

Asra returned his smile, "it was simply magical."

You rolled your eyes at the terribly overused pun as the guard gave a hearty laugh. The two of you were waved in and informed that the countess was waiting for you in the dining room.

"Oh even better," you groaned in appreciation. "We get to eat while we talk. I love Nadia." Your stomach growls in agreement. Asra flashes you a beautiful smile as his feet climb the stairs alongside yours.

"And clearly," he adds, "she loves us back!" He was particularly looking forward to some blue tongued skink, Nadia knew it was his favorite.

It only took a couple minutes to reach the dining hall. One of the servers was bustling out the moment You and Asra rounded the corner to the door.

"Oh, hello!" They said, giving a small polite now. "The countess is expecting you! Please, come right in." They moved aside, holding the large ornate door open with one of their hands.

You wink and whisper your thanks as the two of you make your way in. Immediately your mouth fills with saliva at the smell that filled the room. The table was large and being filled with platters of many foods of different origins. The gold dinnerware twinkled delightedly up at you and the red wine glimmered deep and inviting.

"Welcome, friends." Nadia opens her arms, rising from her chair. She had just been sipping on some pre-dinner tea while waiting for her guests. She was smiling, and looking absolutely magnificent in her shining purple and gold robes.

"Hello Nadi," Asra said, joining you and her in a quick hug before seating himself at the table. You follow, sitting beside him as Nadia resumes her seat. The servants bring the last platter of steaming dumplings out at that moment.

You sigh contentedly. "This looks amazing Nadia, I feel spoiled."

Nadia smiles, the faintest blush on her high cheeks. "Anything for my favorite magicians, willing to travel far and wide in aid of Vesuvians in need." She adores, raising her wine glass. "To my dear friends, what I would do without you, I wouldn't know."

You and Asra raise your glasses with her, each of your own cheeks now a healthy pink. Nadia declares the meal to begin and you all dig in.

"Oh my, what troublemakers!" Nadia declares, after hearing the story about the pixies. The food was being relished amongst every plate and the wine was flowing steadily. "I can't believe such tricky little creatures exists." She continues, eyes sparkling as she pours another cup of wine.

"Yes, well, the magic world is something else entirely." Asra laughs, relaxed and feeling full. He was lounging comfortably, one hand gripping your thigh, another holding his gold goblet. His skin was warm and aglow.

You had your own hand comfortably nestled in his snowy white locks, massaging slow circles into his scalp. It had been a long 8 days and you were both happy to finally be able to relax into each other while having pleasant conversation.

"You should have seen the way they caused mischief," you add. “Oh I felt terrible for that village. So many upside down cows to turn over." Asra smiles as you tell the story, closing his eyes and leaning into your gentle touch. It was, to put it simply, the best feeling he could imagine. Well, almost.

Nadia chuckles again. "Well, I'm just glad that they are gone and we can laugh about this." She says, sighing in slight relief. "Vesuvia is fortunate to have two talented magicians like yourself. I am fortunate to have you as my friends. Your well deserved payment is in your guest room."

Asra blinks, "oh, you're offering us a place to stay tonight?" He asked, the gratefulness clear in his tone. You couldn't help but agree, walking back to the shop did not really sound like something either of you wanted to do. Especially, you muse, lifting your glass to your lips, after how many wine jugs the three of you had emptied.

"Why of course," Nadia looks surprised that we even had to ask. "And," she continued, "use of my personal bath this evening. You two more than deserve some relaxation and.. fun." She ends her sentence after a slight pause, giving you both a side glance full of humor.

You feel your cheeks go slightly hotter at the obvious suggestion. However, embarrassment aside, nothing else sounded better right now. You look down at your lover who was now lounging against your lap and smile. Oh how far too long it had been, the pixies had been relentless and had not offered much down time.

Asra chuckles, clearly more comfortable with the suggestion. He always had been a bit more confident when it came to discussing your private life. You found it quite endearing.

"Oh Nadi," he smiles. "You just made this evening even better somehow. I can't wait to take my love there and-"

Nadia waves her hand, laughing at your horrified face. "Please, please, I certainly don't need to know details." She grins, "just go, and take the wine."

Asra didn't need more encouragement and sat up promptly. He looks down at you, a shadow of hunger in his lilac eyes, offering you his hand. You take it, biting your lip as his gaze continues to rake over your body in the sort of way that makes you squirm.

"Thank you, Nadia." You say breathlessly, and a little sheepishly.

Nadia smiles, "anytime." She says, laughter still ringing in her voice. "Now go, before Asra here makes love to you on this table."

Your eyes open wide, shocked to hear her say such dirty words before ducking your head down in embarrassment.

Asra rests his hand on your shoulder and leans down to whisper in your ear, "you heard the lady." His voice is sultry and thick with want. "The table is looking awfully inviting right now."

Quickly, you turn and head out the door, Asra following close behind. The bath is not far down the hall and the two of you make great time. Asra's hand is at your waist, pressing in such a way that you know means desire. You hadn't realized how badly he had been missing you.

You make it to the door and turn to look back at your lover. You gulp at the hot scene behind you. Asra's eyes are half-lidded, purple irises cloudy with lust. His shirt is already half unbuttoned, revealing his delicious golden tan skin, smooth and beautiful. He's looking at you in a way that makes you think he hasn't eaten in a week and you are a five course meal.

He closes in, pushing you against the door and reaching for the handle. "You're terribly slow," he says, voice already rough, desire prominent. He pushes the handle and the latch clicks, the door swings in behind you.

The two of you tumble into the sweet smelling room. Obviously Nadia informed a servant ahead of time of the use of this room because the bath was already filled and steaming. On top of the water pink rose petals float, filling the area with a soft floral scent.

Asra closes the door with a soft click and looks over his shoulder at you. "Oh my dear," he murmurs, taking the couple strides to wrap you up in his strong arms. "I've missed hearing you cry my name, kissing those lips, and feeling your skin." His fingers travel up your waist and over your stomach. They linger, just a moment at the swell under your breast before finally cupping your face in his hands.

You tremble under his touch, body suddenly aching with need. You bring your own hands up to his chest and splay your fingers out so you can feel his heart beating. It's fast and erratic, excited to be close to you.

"Sweetheart," Asra whispers, voice heady. It's intoxicating to hear him talk to you in such a way. You look up at him and catch him licking his lips. You bring your own up to meet his, tongue out to capture his. He groans, melting into the kiss, gripping your hair so tightly it's almost painful.

You gasp, mouth opening and he runs his tongue along your lips, tasting the wine you both had shared. "Delicious," he says against your skin, tasting more and more. His hot open mouth kisses travel from your lips to your cheek, jaw, and finally resting on your neck. Asra loves to leave marks, and he takes your skin between his teeth intending to do exactly that.

Your moan comes out hoarse and you feel heat starting to pool between your legs. They feel shaky and weak, unable to withstand such torment.

Asra steadies you and pulls back briefly, cheeks flushed hot, want written all over his face. "We," he states, "are wearing far too many clothes for a bath."

You laugh and take his shirt in your hands. "I agree," you say, pulling at the remaining buttons. They come free easily and soon a glorious, shirtless Asra is standing before you. You drink in the sight unashamedly, totally enthralled with your lover. Gradually, though slowed by each other's groping hands, you both end up undressed.

Asra grabs your thighs and hoists you up onto his hips. You wrap your arms around his neck and press your breasts into his soft skin. He groans appreciatively, nuzzling his face into your chest breathing deeply, and walks the two of you over to the edge of the bath.

The water is still very warm as it licks your skin. You jump in surprise and moan slightly as it overtakes your aching folds and up over your ass. "Ahh-" you sigh, slumping into the crook of Asra's neck. "This is so good."

Asra hums his agreement before taking your chin between his fingers and directing you too look at him. His eyes are swimming with love, need, and an absolute desire to ravish you. You swallow hard, unable to look away.

"I want you." He says simply, barely above a whisper. He maneuvers your body so your back is against his chest. You lean your head back into him and relax in the fragrant water. Asra snakes his left arm around your waist and trails his fingers from your belly button downwards.

You bite back a squeal as his trained fingers circle the small nub at the top of your slit. He adds pressure, rubbing you in a manner that makes you crazy. Your hips wiggle back and you feel him, hard and straining, pressing into your ass. His breath hitches only for a second before he leans down to pepper soft kisses on your neck and shoulders.

His other hand makes it’s way up to your right breast and he expertly rolls your perked nipples between two fingers. Your whole body shudders in response to his actions.

“Ah, fuck Asra,” you choke out, moving your hips to meet his fingers as he slides them down your slick towards your now dripping hole. He wastes no time plunging two in, enjoying the feeling of your walls tightening around him.

Asra lifts his lips from your skin and brings his mouth to your ear. “You’re so ready for me, aren’t you. Pretty and wet for my fingers, aching to be filled.” He curls them as he says that, relishing in the soft gasps that fall from your trembling lips.

You groan as he licks the shell of your ear, hot breath teasing on the sensitive skin. “You,” your voice falters a second as Asra’s fingers continue to explore your insides in a way that makes you grip his strong thighs on either side of you. “You are ready for me too.” You finally gasp out, finding the strength to grind back against Asra’s swollen cock. You knew if you could see it, it would be an angry red and leaking precum, desperate to be buried to the hilt inside of you.

Asra’s breath comes out in a short gasp that makes you smirk in satisfaction. At least you still have a little control left. That thought flies out your brain a second later when Asra pinches your nipple hard then twists, making you cry out in painful pleasure.

“Watch yourself, my love.” He coos playfully, no remorse in his words. You grit your teeth, taking in the torture that both of his skilled hands are laying upon you. You know what he wants, and it is oh so tempting to give in. You’re almost at war with yourself as your back arches on its own accord in rapt pleasure.

“Oh please, please.” You finally break, body shaking. You reach your arms back and thread your fingers through Asra’s fluffy locks before gripping hard. “Asra please fuck me already.” You plead, unable to care anymore that you were begging.

You feel Asra’s fingers slow to a stop inside you and then remove themselves. You almost groan in disappointment but you know better.

Asra flips your body around so you’re straddling his hips. You gasp when suddenly you’re faced to face with your beautiful lover. He looks positively stunning, the soft moonlight coming in from the high windows bathing him in a pearlescent light. His skin is glowing with a cool sheen, and his breath is leaving parted lips shallowly. Not to mention, his hard cock straining against your stomach, just begging for attention.

You bring your hand down and rest your index finger lightly on the slit. Asra shudders at the touch, but certainly not complaining. He’s slick, just as you expected, and you lightly circle his tip.

“You go on and on about how ready I am.” You tease, “but look at you, practically cumming into my hand already.” You lift your fingers and bring them to your mouth, tasting his salty sweetness. Asra’s diet is rich with fruit and vitamins, and oh how you loved how he tasted as a result.

Watching you lick your fingers coyly has Asra’s eyes drooping with lust. “My dear, oh my love,” he whispers. “How I am going to fuck you until I fill you with that cum you love so much. Because it’s true, you love it don’t you.” He says, voice sugar sweet, expecting an answer.

You blush, despite your best efforts. You look at him, but he only blinks in return, waiting.

“Yes,” you whisper, voice thicker with need than you realized. You give up trying to be bashful. “Yes, yes. I love your cum, how it tastes, how it feels when you fill me up. I want it so bad.” You beg, looping your arms around his neck so your lips are just inches apart. “You have my heart, soul, and body.” The words tumble out naturally, “and gods, do I need you now.”

Asra bites your bottom lip harshly before fully overtaking your mouth with his. He’s moaning, almost desperately, into you. “I love you, my dearest one.” He pants, gripping your ass with his hands. You feel your hips being lifted up and your body quakes knowing what’s coming.

You feel the tip of Asra on the heat of your slit and you sigh deeply, “I love you too, Asra.” You say, bending your neck so your head rests on his muscular shoulder. Your lips find a sweet spot on his neck, an anchor, as he lowers you down onto him. It’s tantalizingly slow, allowing you to feel every inch as you sink lower in the water until he’s fully sheathed in you.

“Oh gods,” Asra groans, both from feeling you pulse around him and from your playful lips on his neck. “You are a gift to me.” He says, breathless from the feelings.

You smile, in delight from your lovers sweet words. Slowly and carefully you lift your hips up, at the same time dragging your tongue up his smooth neck to his ear. You suck and nibble on the lobe as you find your rhythm, bouncing steadily on the thick shaft. He feels absolutely amazing in you, filling you perfectly.

Asra grips your butt underwater with his strong hands and leans his head to the side, giving you better access. He guides your hips to a steady pace, humming appreciatively when you comply. “It has been far too long since I’ve felt your sweet pussy squeezing me like this.” He says, without skipping a beat.

You don’t have time to blush before he picks up the pace, leaving you moaning loudly into his ear as he hits the spot that makes you crazy. “Ah fuck, I agree, I do agree.” You manage, finally finding the words.

The water sloshes around your two bodies, stirring the rosy scent into the air. It’s smells amazing and makes you dizzy with pleasure as every sense seems to be met. Asra huffs gently next to your ear, holding you tightly against his body.

You savor the feelings of your chests sliding against each other, the feeling sleek from the warm water and sweat mixing. Your hips meet his, snapping against each other with quick splashes, making you see stars as he hits every time the spot that has you go wild.

The muscles in your lower stomach tighten and you know it’s only a matter of time before you’re screaming Asra’s name for the whole palace to hear. “Baby,” you say breathlessly, kissing any skin you can reach. His cheek, the corner of his eye, his plump lips. “I’m going to cum.” You whisper into his mouth. He swallows your delicious words and licks your lips in response.

“I love when you do that,” he says, a slight chuckle in his words. He wraps his arms tightly around your middles before bringing his hands up to your shoulder blades and raking his nails down your spine. You shudder at the erotic feeling and arch your back against his hands. He sighs happily when you give him access to this gorgeous view, stretched out before him, stomach and tits shining gloriously in front of him. He puts his mouth on your bellybutton and licks up to the cavity between your breasts.

“Oh mmm,” he hums, pleased with the sweet taste of your skin. “You are a delicacy amongst gods.”

You flush looking down at his lustful face, sucking on your skin, leaving marks where only he will see. He latches on to one of your nipples, moaning in immense pleasure at the feel of it in his mouth. When he nips at the sensitive skin you jolt, a small disruption in the steady bounce of your bodies.

“Damn,” you curse, words choking in your throat. Your nails dig into Asra’s shoulders as he re-establishes the torturing rhythm that has you shaking desperately against him.

“Let go for me,” he suggests in a sultry whisper that has you reeling with a feverish desire. The pressure in your core is building at an alarming rate as Asra thrusts into you, filling you every time to the point where you can barely hang on.

“I-“ you falter, eyes rolling as you feel that familiar tingle across all your limbs. Oh gods, you can’t stop it now. “Asra, oh fuck, ASRA-!” You scream head thrown back. Your walls clench, and the knot comes undone. It’s amazing, you almost want to laugh in pleasure at the feeling of coming around Asra’s cock. It’s so good you almost forget to breath.

Asra curses under his own breath as he fucks you through your high, barely holding on himself. You bring your head back down and kiss him deeply, tongue joining his. It’s a short lived battle to hang on and in a flurry of short gasps you feel him cumming inside you, unable to stop himself from the uncontrollable waves of pleasure that come from your hot walls clenching around him.

You both continue to kiss each other lovingly, slowing down gradually until you’re sitting on his lap. Eventually, you pull away a couple of inches, looking into your beloved’s eyes.

“Hello,” you say, smiling at your favorite magician. Asra’s eyes crinkle as he smiles, looking at you through hazy eyes. He kisses you again, gently, pleasantly.

“Hello,” he returns, after a minute. He runs his hands up your back, massaging as he goes. “You,” he adds lovingly, “are so beautiful.”

You smile adoringly. “Thank you, Asra.” You remove yourself from his lap and wade through the water towards the collection of bottles on the wooden shelf nearby. You grab a few that you felt suited the two of you best and turned to your lover. Asra had lifted his arms to rest on the sides of the bath and was looking at you with admiration.

“May I wash your hair?” You ask setting down the bottles, but keeping a lilac scented shampoo for Asra. He smiled at you, his face soft and kind.

“That would be amazing, my love.” He said, leaning his head back into the water to dampen it. You squeezed some of the lovely smelling shampoo into your hand and waited. Asra emerged a moment later and kissed you adoringly on the nose.

“Thank you,” he breathed. “For always taking care of me.”

You kissed him back, a peck, before turning him so his back was facing you. You rub your hands into a lather before working them into Asra’s soft hair.

“I always will, forever.” You say softly, happier than ever.

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