#[//kicks own lazy butt to work]

[magic-hcs]

So here's a scenario.

S/O is a confident, kind and relaxed person who seems like they can do everything perfectly . But one day the skeleton found out S/O were talking on the phone, responding with only "yes, yes... I know, I'm sorry I'm not good enough ...yes..." while tears falling quietly. Turn out it was S/O's family, always think S/O are not good enough and tell S/O as such, didn't care they hurt S/O's feelings. This is why S/O do everything perfectly, to reach up their family's expectations, and they gain confidence from it, but still feel they are trash when be told it's not good enough by family.

How would Sans, Red, Bear and Syrup react to this situation?

Thank you so much for being so patient with me! I’ve found that I struggled way too much with this for a while, however I don’t give up quickly. I hope it was worth the wait!

Red: UF Sans

Bear: HT Sans

Syrup: US Papyrus

Time to cast some magic and see what we’ll get!✨

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Sans: When Sans found out what your parents were like, Sans was speechless. It pains him, knowing that your family treats you like that. He could never phantom being anything but supportive towards his younger brother and Papyrus doing the same for him.

It’s not his business to meddle into your family affairs, so he won’t try to intervene or scold your parents: what good would that do? He could make it worse. No, Sans has a different idea. What kind of idea? Well, he regularly invites you to Paps and his family day/nights. Letting you join and experience this side of what family is; supportive, encouraging, and kicking butts into gear when someone’s being lazy in a caring way.

If your parents bring you down, the skelebrothers will bring you up. Showing that no, you are good enough, that you can do it, that you aren’t alone and that there’s someone standing behind you. That there is someone out there who really cares about you.

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Red: Red has always admired how you are so confident and how you work so hard. At first he just thought you did that for yourself. Red thought that sometimes you had insecurity spells that would hit you at random times which would leave you timid and a yay-sayer for a few days before returning to your old self. But then he found out what was really going on. And suddenly Red really wanted to have a little chat with your family.

How had he found out, you may be wondering. It was by pure coincidence really, Red had fallen asleep on the couch and you were calling with your parents. Red can be a light sleeper sometimes, and it so happened that it was that kind of day. Waking up to your voice, Red listened drowsily.

“Yes, I’m not good enough…”

That woke him right up. And as he continued to listen to the one sided conversation, Red didn’t need to know what your parents said to connect the dots. Oh, yes, Red was pissed. You won’t be wrong to believe that Red shortcuts next to you to snatch your phone from your hand. His words are an intimidating growl that sends shivers down even your spine despite it not being directed at you.

“sew ya fuckin’ bullshit mouth shut.” He barked, and when your parents tried to speak up again Red continued, “get lost and fuckin’ die in a ditch!” Promptly hanging up afterwards, not even waiting for a reply. Not the best choice of words to get your parents to understand how wrong they are about you and the way they treat you. But Red was too angry to really care. No one treats his mate like this, not even the parents.

Red isn’t that good at comfort, however, that doesn’t mean he’s not there for you to aggressively support you in his own way.

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Bear: If Bear had feathers, they would be ruffled right now. Bear pretty much shares Red’s sentiment: No one treats his mate like that, not even your parents.

But unlike Red, Bear isn’t one for verbal threats. When he knows you’re talking on the phone to your parents and they talk horseshit Bear will just grab the phone out of your hand - rather gently despite his anger, I might add - and quietly listens to your parents discouraging spiel for a moment. Letting them think they’re still talking to you until they realize that the loud, menacing sound of breathing on the other end of the phone isn’t you.

And when they let it show that they know it isn’t you, Bear hangs up the phone.

(For the longest time Bear didn’t speak back because he would get too angry to form words. And without noticing his breathing would get heavier and louder the longer your parents talked, also because he got angrier by the second. Now he just does it to mess with them.)

The first time this happened, your parents realized it very late. “Did you understand a thing I said?” They had huffed when you didn’t answer their rant with a timid, pliant reply. Heavy breathing was the only thing picked up by the phone. Lucky them or they had heard the grinding of Bear’s teeth as well. Your parents had called your name, unsure, and Bear only replied with his raging breaths. That’s when they knew they weren’t speaking to you anymore.

“You…You-Who are you?”

Your parents felt like they were in a horror movie, it was obvious by the hitch in their breath, by the slight quiver in their tone. It was the first time after leaving the underground and having gone through therapy that Bear felt so much satisfaction by their fear. He relished the feeling. He hung up afterwards.

Your parents have gotten quicker with realizing when it’s Bear who’s on the other end of the phone. And if you try to take back the phone, Bear won’t let you. For his slow, slurred speech and delayed ability to process things, Bear is surprisingly swift and has amazing reflexes. Whenever your parents have called, expect to be coddled and worshipped by Bear the entire day afterwards. Practically pressing you inside his ribcage if he could with his insistence on cuddles.

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Syrup: Syrup wants you to cut contact with your parents. Not that he says that out loud for you to hear of course. But he still thinks you should. He hasn’t even properly met your parents yet, yet he already doesn’t like them at all. Holds a grudge against them from the first moment Syrup overheard you talking to them on the phone.

Oh, how he just wanted to grab the device, check the number (to find blackmail on them for reasons, he wasn’t a tech person for nothing) and block it. But he didn’t. Yet.

What Syrup does do is side-eying the phone whenever they call you. Trying to listen along and interrupt them loudly when they’re about to say something mean about you. Or try to get you to hang up early by making up all kinds of excuses: Sky needs help with something, Syrup can’t find something, you have to see this, you were supposed to hang out with him today, etc.

There was one day where you were really in a bad headspace when they had called. Syrup had seen red that day. He snatched the phone out your hands and growled at the phone. “fuck off. if you can’t see what a wonderful person your child is, then-then maybe you shouldn't have become parents in the first place.” And hung up just like that, without waiting for a response. His face had been flushed orange from anger and his shoulders tense.

Expect lots of snuggles and sweet, funny memes from Syrup whenever you’re down in the dumps thanks to your parents.

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Thank you for participating in this spell, I hope it was to your satisfaction.

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[twilghtkoo]

summary. in which, your boyfriend offers to give you a brazilian wax when you’re too scared to do it yourself

pairings. jeonghan x reader (f)

genre. fluff, established relationship

warnings. brief mentions of insecurities, mentions of past sex between reader and jeonghan ofc, photography lol, also not proofread cus i’m lazy

notes. this is dedicated to @sleeping-sirens c: hehe enjoy this !! a haechan one is in the works !!

masterlist

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“love, what’s wrong?” jeonghan asks you, watching you sigh at your phone for the thousandth time in the thirty minutes.

you hum in question, not being able to hear what he was saying as you were too focused reading a link you found, trailing your eyes off your screen to look at your boyfriend.

“i asked what was wrong and you’re frowning,” he points out, also wearing a frown since you were.

you shake your head, turning your phone off and placing it down beside you. “i’m reading how to wax your own vagina.” you admit, sighing once again.

“huh?” his lips part slightly and his eyes widened.

“i’m too scared to go to a waxer and have a stranger stare at my vagina. like i tried already, i drove my ass there but i couldn’t get out of my car cause i was too scared. so i’m just trying to see if i can do it myself–“

jeonghan pauses his show on the tv before turning his body to face you. his hands reach out to grasp your upper arm and rub it up and down soothingly.

“hey, hey, baby you’re talking fast. it’s okay.” he calms you down.

the corners of your lips curve upwards in a small smile. “sorry.” you apologize.

“you don’t need to apologize baby,” he assured you. “does it seem easy?”

you tilt your head at him, confused on what he’s asking.

“the waxing–what did you read?” he answers your thoughts.

you blink. “oh, uhm, yeah it seems easy. i’m just scared to inflict pain on myself and i don’t know if i’ll be able to see everything.”

he nods, understanding your point of view before he responds with something you were not expecting.

“let me wax you.” he says, seriousness written all over his face.

the crease between your brows softened. “what?”

“let me wax you.” he repeats himself.

in all your years of knowing jeonghan and then dating him for two, he has never judged you or acted weird about anything that concerned your body. instead, always meeting you at the same wavelength of excitement and curiosity.

jeonghan has seen every crevice and cracks on your body, regarding the intimate nights, taking showers together, or just changing in front of each other. you’ve explored it all. you hold a lot of trust for this man, which is why you didn’t have any difficulties saying yes.

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“how long are you gonna watch that video?” you whine out, slumped body resting against the couch as you watched your personal waxer for today stare at his phone with his eyebrows furrowed in deep concentration.

“baby, i’m watching this so i don’t hurt you.” he sternly tells you, eyes never leaving the screen until the video shortly ends.

you slump in your seat, muttering an “i know”.

he stands up from the couch, grabbing the folded towel and sprawling it out neatly on the floor beside you. “someone sounds eager for their boyfriend to wax their pussy.” he teases you, kneeling down next to the wax heater, stirring it in circles with the wooden stick.

you extend your foot out to lightly kick his arm. “shut up,” you huff.

he softly giggles, his cheek bones sitting prettily below his crescent shaped eyes. “i’m just teasing, baby.”

you’re lying on the towel hannie has laid out for you, one of his shirts swallows your body and the lose fabric rides down your thighs, exposing your underwear and legs.

he taps the bare skin just below your butt. you lift your hips up as he tugs at the lace and tossing them behind him.

“this is different– me taking off your underwear and i’m not about to eat you out.”

the palm of your hand meets your face. “you’re about to be fired on your first day.”

he leans down for his lips to meet with your knee. his hands rubbing your shin.

he lets out a breath, “you ready?”

you blankly stare at the ceiling, a sudden wave of anxiety hits you because you realize your boyfriend, who you very much love and see a future with, will be sitting in front of your vagina ripping strips of hair out. you want to know what he’s thinking.

you lift your head up, your chin touching your collarbone as you meet eyes with him. “what’re you thinking right now?” you ask, taking your bottom lip in to nervously nibble on.

“i’m thinking that im just doing something for my girlfriend because i want to help her.” he answers your anxious mind.

you softly smile at him before your head hits the floor, relaxing your body. “okay im ready.”

“i love you.”

“i know.”

he scoops up a bit of the wax, swirling the stick in a circular motion and brings it over to you, he pokes your thighs to open your legs for him and his hand is hovering over your center.

you quickly close your legs. “wait!“

his face is deadpan.

“you sure you know what you’re doing–“

he with the stick still in his hand he forced your legs open. “if you ask me again one more time, you’re not getting waxed you’ll be getting fucked.” he exclaims while laughing, but you know he’s serious.

you groan, “okay, go.” your hands instinctively grabbing at the shirt that covers your upper half, clenching the cotton fabric tightly.

he mumbles quietly that he’s going to start, kissing your knee once more before you feel him spreading the wax on your sensitive skin. it was warm, an unusual but not an unfamiliar feeling yet it still had your face twist.

“ok it has to sit for about thirty seconds before i can pull it, how you doing?” again, jeonghan being attentive towards you and making sure you’re comfortable and observing how you’re feeling.

you nod, “good, actually.”

he grins happily at your response.

“ok i’m gonna pull now, sorry in advance baby.” he apologizes with a pout, already knowing the pain that can occur from waxing especially on the private areas.

you shake your head, anticipating the pain to come. “just go.” you urge.

he flicks up the end of the wax, holding it between his thumb and index finger. you bite your lip, clenching your shirt in your hands preparing yourself for the rip.

jeonghan takes a deep breath before he rips the wax off like a bandaid.

“ow! fuck!” you curse out, your eyes shut tight.

he presses his hand down on the skin, muttering apologies over and over until you open your eyes.

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"you did good, hannie!" you compliment him.

he puts the hand mirror down and helps you to slide on your underwear, his hands stop right in the middle of your thighs.

you turn your head to stare at him. "what're you doing?"

you angle your legs so you're able to look at him and you find him gawking at your bare pussy.

"can i take a picture?" he asks.

you lift your head up. "what? for what?" you knew this wasn't just going to be a waxing session with your boyfriend. he's been practically drooling staring at your pussy. you wouldn’t be surprised if the man had a boner right now.

"i should take pictures of my progress no?" his lips quirked.

you drop your head with pursed lips, waving him away with your hand. "hurry up." he grins taking off your underwear again.

he reaches for his phone before hurrying over back to you. he mumbles to himself, not being able to catch what he said. with his phone still in his hand he grabs your shins and pushes your legs towards your chest, from his view your lips are slightly pushed together and puffed out. this position is extremely lewd and embarrassing with him being the only one fully clothed. you're very open to trying out jeonghan's sexual fantasies. taking inappropriate photos is not something new between the both of you and with a rule that they only stay between you two.

"hold your legs in the air for me baby," he instructs.

you do as he says, your feet in the air and your freshly waxed pussy exposed.

he takes a couple shots before tossing his phone on the couch. "fuck you're so sexy." crawling over you to connect his lips with yours and before you're able to cup the back of his neck and pull him in for more, he pulls away giving you a hand to sit up.

"if i kiss you longer i will cum in my pants and i read that you can't have sex for 24 hours after a brazilian wax." he tells you, his lips curved downward in a pout.

you roll your eyes, quickly sliding your panties back on. "what a loss." you sigh dramatically.

he narrows his eyes at you. "no, i don't care for that you meanie." he defends himself, flicking your forehead but not too harsh.

"kidding."

he cups the side of your face, his nose grazing yours as he peers into your eyes. "tomorrow night, you're mine though. i need a review and rating on how i did.”

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[twinkletfout]

Gojo finally gets what he wants —

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You want to eat something salty while Gojo wants something sweet, a fight broke out between the two of you based on this, you didn't back down on your wish to eat what you wanted neither did Gojo Satoru.

Thank you to my girly, Lali for bringing up this idea, <3

Waking up late, you didn't bother showering but went straight to the kitchen. Since you came home from work so late last night, you were too lazy to get something to eat for yourself. You were more than sure that you were not taking care of yourself better, last time when you were on your period, the cramps felt so painful that you decided not to go to work.

After all the bloody war, your ovulation cravings kicked in, you were feeling like eating something salty like buttered toast. Just from the thought of it made you even more hungry. Getting some butter and some bread from one of the kitchen shelves, you started to spread some butter on the bread.

You heard footsteps approaching from behind you, realising Gojo finally woke up. He quickly spotted you and leaned on the kitchen counter close to you. “Watcha makin’ ?” He asked as he rubbed his eyes. “Not even a good morning?” You asked as you switched to the next bread. “Mornin’” he murmured. Then you finally said, “Toast” still not looking up at him as you were busy with making your food. Not much time later he said “what?!” to that you looked up at him, “what?” You asked back.

“Why toast?” he protested again as he took one of the bread from your hands and put it in the toaster. “Why? You don't want it?” Wondering why he is so pissed about some toasts. “I want something sweet,” he said as he went to look for something in the fridge. “Seriously Satoru? In the morning?” He closed the fridge and looked back at you sternly. “So what?” he walked back towards you when you ignored his protest and continued to do what you wanted. “Why are you being so persistent?” you refused to look up at him as you continued to be silent to him. You put one of the bread in the toaster, just after you put it inside, his strong hands wrapped around your wrist, bringing it closer to his chest. “Why don't we make pancakes, love?” He asked again, but you were definitely not going to change your mind.

“Fine” He let go of your hand quite forcefully, as he started to leave the kitchen. “I cant even eat what i like in this house anymore?” You finally spoke, which led Gojo to tilt his head towards yours. “Why are you making everything an argument?” He snapped back. "Oh, now I'm the problem, huh?" you raised your voice, waiting for him to say something, he started walking towards you, he got closer and closer as your back hit the kitchen counter. He put his hands on both sides of the counter, trapping you as he gently whispered all while looking into your eyes. “you wanna have ur toasts?, Sure, I’ll have my own sweet breakfast right here.” He grabbed your waist as he flipped you over and slid down your sweats. A slight yelp left your lips as you felt one of his fingers on your clit.

He kissed down your back as he gently bit and licked the flesh on your ass, planting small kisses as he spread your cheeks as he dived in. Pathetic little moans left you as you cried his name, “Sa— Satoru,, mnhm,,” he hummed as a response as you called out his name, sucking and licking, as he spread your pretty little pussy lips. Teasing your cunt with his tongue while you screamed in pleasure. His grip on your butt tightened, with each lick. A sharp pain shooting through you as the sound of the slap to your ass echoed, your nasty juices only seemed to increase with that, he pulled away to plant a kiss to the exact same place where he slapped. “My sweet thing” he groaned while he kept rubbing your clit. “Gonna cum for me?, Hm?” He cooed while a erotic voice came out of your mouth as he slipped his fingers inside your wet little cunny.

He kept on fingering you as he stood up, grinding himself on to your body, his boner getting bigger as the orgasm ripped down your body, clenching around his fingers to stop him from wrecking it so much but he didn't seem to stop even though your legs gave out as your body shuddered with so much pleasure. He slowly pulled out of your pussy as he gave a light slap on your clit making your body jerk while your eyes rolled back to your head.

He caught you before you could even crumble down, his hands wrapping around your waist as he ordered you to hold on to the counter, you hummed as a response while you saw him undoing his sweats, letting his aching cock free, not wasting any time he spread your cheeks apart and thrusted inside a groan leaving his mouth as he did.

One of his hands climbed inside your top as he squeezed and pinched your nipples, earning a moan from you. His other hand grabbed on to the back of your neck as he forced you on to the kitchen counter as his pace increased. “Fuck” he muttered under his breath. “You and your pretty little mouth” he said, as the sound of flesh slapping on flesh filled the kitchen. “Makes me want to shut it up” a rumble of voice was all you heard. The grip on your neck tightened as he kept pounding into you, much harder. “I wanna kiss you like this every night, baby” he murmured, “Haa, o-only my name rolling out of your sharp tongue,” his dick twitched inside you, as you felt another orgasm building up inside you. “hate that i love it so fucking much” his breath hitched as his body moved ina final motion as he spilled ropes after ropes of cum deep within, your eyes rolled back to the warmth filling you. A cry of pleasure fell from your mouth. He moaned your name as he kept on coming.

You slowly collapsed fully onto the kitchen counter as he pulled himself out from you gently, the cum he filled you up with starting to drip out as he did. Your whole body trembled due to the warmth that he left behind. Your toaster did a ‘ting’ sound as the bread was finally done. He tucked himself as he said he was going to take a shower. “I think your breakfast is ready babe” he said with a smirk plastered on his face.

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[multiplicationdivision]

Some Prometheus Shit

Xavier pulled his muddy new twin out of the mud. He’d been copied down to his clothing choice for the day, donning the same old shirt, same old shorts and brand new sneakers under all that mud. It would have been awkward for the two if the other guy had been formed as if he was actually born a minute ago, like a body horror film.

The man was the image of him, smiling lazily as if Xavier digging him out was a favor. If they were anyone else, they’d surely have a reaction to this shit. Xavier was chill though, and so was this guy apparently.

“Thanks for the help, Xavier” the guy said, talking in the same slowness that Xavier always heard from videos. Other people would cringe at the sound of themselves, but Xavier was pretty fine with it. Not exactly orgasming over it, but comfortably neutral. It fit him pretty well, not too low, not too high.

“No problem, Xavier” he said in the same candor, fully detaching the guy from the sticky mud. It was funny to treat this guy as if he hadn’t just formed out of his backyard. Xavier, the original, didn’t mind. He’d been the one to feed the mud with his DNA, straight from his morning jacking off. He’d supposed there was likely other ways to get your DNA, but anything else felt too much like he was actually experimenting. A scientist would probably work themselves up to human testing after seeing an opossum duplicate in their backyard.

Xavier wasn’t a scientist, he was just opportunistic. First thing he’d done after seeing that second creature emerge from the rainy dirt, he’d done a little science. Watched those opposums scurry away as his spunk sunk in and the mud began to clump together. A solid body forming beneath the puddle of muddy water as Xavier waited with two beers. Figured he’d supply the other guy with a drink after the process of being born. Seemed tiring.

They’d shared their beers, both relaxed as they mindlessly kicked mud back into the pit. Xavier had been half sad for the other guy, with his own sneakers so dirty, but that resolved itself. Whatever leftover mud present on his clone seemed happy to sink into him, leaving the man spotless unlike Xavier, who still had dirty hands from pulling his twin out of the muddy womb.

He needed to wash this shit off of him before he could get to their plans. They had a lot considering the short time between watching a creature duplicate and watching his own clone form.

“I’ll inform the boys of the success while you clean up, Handsome” his clone sad, smacking his butt as he pulled out his perfect duplicate of Xavier’s phone. It really was a perfect recreation, both the phone and the way the guy pushed him towards their backdoor and felt him up.

“Tell them to use the less muddy patch” he said, intending to give the others an easier time with getting their own clones out. Mud, it turns out, acted just like quicksand when you were pulling a guy out of it.

“Yeah, already figured. You looked like you were going to shit yourself” the other said, as if he hadn’t just stood there like a limp princess. If Xavier had been in the guy’s place, he would have done the same, lazy fucks as they were. Wasn’t his fault that he got a little turned on when other folks were in control, like his clone now, who probably had access to all his contacts and accounts from his mud phone. It was maybe too hot, watching the guy type away to Xavier’s friends as a perfect little imposter.

His dick was already a stiff rod, happy despite the fact that he’d jacked off just under fifteen minutes ago. His duplicate’s was much the same, twinned tent in his shorts. Xavier was confident to say that they could let the others do their shit on their own time, whilst they got on to some more important things.

He loved his buds, but sometimes a little alone time really hit the spot.

Thomas saw Xavier’s text and couldn’t even really tell if it was a joke. The man was aloof and often a little weird, but he never pulled good pranks. Xavier was also dogshit at photoshop, so the image Thomas had been sent of himself with an identical twin certainly hadn’t been anything the guy could accomplish. The man refused help too, so it wasn’t like he’d commissioned it.

Thomas found himself at the guy’s front gate, reading two texts from Xaviar on the group chat, sent at the same time.

busy with myself. Just come in if yur bored.                         busy having sum alone time. Go wild boys

Another text came in a second later, just as Thomas slammed the shitty gate open.

Oh lol, we tried being sneaky about texting. Clone shit. Don’t bother us, clone yourself.

Thomas was impressed by this whole thing if it was true. Far above the effort that Xavier typically put into a prank.

Thomas was hoping this wasn’t a prank though.

He had two dates next week, both at the same time with two absolute killers. Hinge had caught some pretty big fish this week and he was beyond greedy. He was just too romantically horny for one man. A clone sounded perfect.

Xavier and the other guys would tolerate how much he talked about his dates, but they really couldn’t give half a shit. Another him though would bring a whole new world to his dating game. Two Toms playing the field, they could probably get through entire towns if they tried hard enough.

He wasn’t even that worried about jealousy. If they wanted to both make out with the same person, he’s sure they’d just switch out halfway through. Pretend like he had unreal stamina. Or just woo someone as a pair of twins, call one of them tommy or something.

Xavier had sent a text with instructions and they were odd for sure.

DNA I think. Just wacked it haha. Possums didn’t do that tho, I think. Not like I watched a Possum jack it. Can they do that?

Throw in dirt (avoid lots of mud) and bake.

Clone. Love mine. No duplicate murder pls. Won’t help you bury it, sounds messy.

Go home. I’m busy.

Thomas decided to just spit into the least muddy area he could find. Seemed better than jacking himself off in case that Xavier was filming this.

It was faster than he expected. The saliva sunk into the still quite muddy dirt and immediately churned into it. A shape was sculpted out of it, rising from a growing water filled hole in the earth as the mud removed itself. Texture phasing across the surface of it until it became familiar. Muscles and dark hair, sprouting across the body. The jeans shorts, tank top and sneakers he’d worn on the off chance the rain would let up enough for some hoops.

Thomas would be able to play two on one now.

He helped the forming man remove himself from the sticky mud, pulling an arm and a leg free as the guy drank him in.

“This is so cool” the new Tom grinned. Thomas couldn’t help but say it back to him, already feeling his mind switch from hesitating, to the idea of who they would take home tonight. Imagining himself kissing this other self just so he could see the face on the shmuck who’d swiped right, probably cumming at the mere sight of their twin act.

“We are going to slaughter Grindr tonight”

“Yeah we fucking are”

“Can I pretend to be the little brother?”

“You’re the clone so it’s not wrong”

“You’re the clone!”

They cackled to themselves, deciding to leave the backyard without telling Xavier. He was probably “busy” fucking himself, that loser. They didn’t even need to ask each other about their plans, one of them already on the task of searching out some poor boy to blow the mind of. The other had his foot on the gas, speeding away to the park. They could shoot some hoops while they let their lure catch some minnows.

It was going to be good having a partner in crime.

Zeke wasn’t a freak like his two friends. He had a good job, a good personality, a good life. None of Xavier’s goblin ways and none of the overpowering horniness that Thomas spent his life embarrassing himself with. Zeke was charming when he wanted to be and successful when he needed to be. An ideal tradesman, earning way more than he’d ever expected he would

Zeke was helping his other self dig up their third though, so maybe he wasn’t perfect. He’d come here just to see if Xavier had a gas leak again. It had happened once and the man had done some truly crazy shit high on it, so Zeke was just trying to prevent that.

Xavier hadn’t opened the door and at some point Zeke had decided to humor the guy. Stuff a single pulled hair into the drying dirt and then text Thomas to see what he was up to. Maybe break into Xavier’s to make sure he hadn’t died.

The soil had come alive and then there were two of him. Their brains both seemed to break.

Two hadn’t seemed like enough. Zeke didn’t know which damaged part of his psyche said that, but suddenly he couldn’t be twins. That was oddly ridiculous. Twins seemed so boring, there were thousands of them.

An odd number seemed better, so one of him had pulled out a hair from the other and stuffed it inside all the same. Living churning dirt and then there were three. A smiling face looking up at the both of them, making his heart clench as his mind screamed.

He was lucky that the newest of their band wanted all their attention, else he would’ve ripped out a few more hairs to get to the next odd number. Their truck would’ve definitely failed in that.

Something about the sight of himself in those boots and camo shorts felt like crack. He’d bought them enjoying them in the mirror, shamelessly checking himself out. It was hotter in 3D though, the full definition making his body want to launch at them, just so he could feel what was under all those shorts. Objectively, he’d seen it all, but not like this.

Zeke wanted to watch these boys fuck or fight each other, wrestling in some way to make his brain chill out with enough to at least make him finish. It wouldn’t end there, he was well aware. He could feel the rest of his life lay out from here, everyday a struggle to not come back here and add another to the group. He could hardly feed an army, but right now his brain shrugged off those thoughts like logic and his dick were oil and water.

One of them was making out with the other in the back and their imaginations were s vivid that the one driving could practically feel the others tugging on his dick, his eyes barely on the road as he watched the show play out behind him. It was unbearably incredible, studying each and every way two identical objects to confuse the hell out of his eyes as they devoured each other.

He was going to punch Xavier and his stupid clone for doing this to him. The shit would probably laugh at him too, happy to see Zeke fall from his tower down into the depths of whatever this was. Zeke wouldn’t even have anything to say to that, especially if the other Zekes came with him. His mind would be puddy. How was he going to get any work done like this?

The future was horrible and Zeke was fucked. In more ways than one.

#identical #copy #clones #male tf #male transformation #male cloning #my writing

[the-froschamethyst4]

Spanking

➤ Day 3

𖤐Pairing: Husband! Price x Wife! F! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: Smut, NSFW, Spanking, language, groping, P in V, kissing, some fingering, hand job, making out, married couple, some degrading, dirty talking, biting, some aggressiveness

𖤐Summary: Price comes home to a messy house and his wife who decided to be lazy today. So, he takes things in his own hands and shows his wife how he expects her to act while he's gone

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5:45PM

Price was coming home from work. He's had a long and tired day and he wanted to spend the rest of his night with his wife, Y/n. Who said she would be cleaning the house because she clams it was a disaster and looked likes pigs live here.

He opened the door and didn't see a clean house.

"What the hell? Y/N!"

"Ow, shush my head hurts," Y/n said as she peaked over the couch and looked at her husband.

"Y/n, you said you'd clean the house. It's still a mess in here, what the hell."

"I have a headache." She whines.

"Y/n-"

"Bro, please tone it down."

"Bro!? YOU DID NOT JUST CALL ME, BRO!" He stomps to the couch.

"It was an accident..." she said, rolling on her stomach and hugging the throw pillow that was on the couch.

Price smacked Y/n's ass as a look at me. But she moans and looked over her shoulder at Price and moved her butt back and forth.

"Ohhh~ harder daddy," she teased.

"Seriously?" He boomed.

"Hey, that's your fault, you know I'm into that sort of stuff," she said, biting her bottom lip and moving her butt again back and forth.

He looked down at her butt, seeing her in a pair of his boxers and a tight shirt.

"It's almost 50 degrees outside and your wearing shit that makes it look like it's 100 outside."

"So? Why do you care what I wear all of a sudden?" She asked, looking up at him. "And I'm burning up."

He moved down and ran his hands up her shirt and gently squeezing her boobs. She let out a soft moan and Price moved his hand back out of her shirt and smacked her ass again. She let out yet another soft moan.

"Is the reason why you didn't clean is because you're horny? Is that also why you have a headache because you waited for me to get home to fuck you? Hm? Am I right?" He teased.

"M-Maybe..." she yelped.

His chuckled and rubbed his hand on her ass before giving her yet another smack.

"Ah!" She moans.

Price got off her and sat on the couch next to her, she got up and laid on his lap like she knew what was going to happen. Her butt on his lap, her legs kicking back and forth before they were pinned down by Price, her chin rested on her palms waiting for him to spank her again. She moved her butt around waiting for him.

He moved his hand around her butt and gave her a bit of a harder smack and heard her whimper.

"Aww my little whimpering princess," he teased. She whimpered and moaned when he spanked her ass again.

He then started to pull down her boxers she was wearing and exposed her plumped ass with a bit a redness on her butt. He leaned down and kit her butt leaving a bite mark on her butt.

"Ahh~" she moans.

"God...I love you," he coos before spanking her again leaving a red handprint on her butt.

"P-Price," she moans.

She sat up and pulled the boxers off completely and sat back on his lap. She crashed her lips on his lips and started to make out, his hands fondled with her butt. She moaned into the kiss.

Price then moved on his hands to his belt and started to unbuckle his pants. Y/n felt him moving him under her and helped him out and pulled his pants off and removed his shirt.

She grinds on his hardened dick. He lets out a groan and smacked his hand on her ass earning a yelp from her lips.

"You are naughty," he coos as he kept spanking her ass over and over earning those soft pathetic moans, she kept grinding on him and kissed his lips, they both moaned into the kiss.

Y/n moved her hands into Price's boxers pulling out his dick and rubbing her fingers over his tip and smirking into the kiss when she hears him groan.

She then slides down on his dick rocking back and forth, and he smirked pushing two fingers inside of her.

"AH!" She moans at her walls being stretched.

"Come on, baby," he tensed up.

"Just fuck me," she demanded.

He smirked and started to move his fingers faster inside of her.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" She moans.

Price licked his teeth seductively and attacked her neck with kisses and sucked on her neck. He moved his fingers from inside of her and licked between them.

"F-Fuck me," she moans. Price grips her ass and then smacks her again.

He removed his lips from her neck and looked behind her seeing the number of red handprints on her ass.

"Oh, your ass will be sore later," he chuckles.

"Shut t-the fuck u-up," she moans.

"God, you have such a naughty tongue on you," he teased before smashing his lips on hers and squeezing her butt earning a moan from her lips.

Price felt himself twitch inside of her and she bounced a bit faster, he groaned and ended up coming inside of her, she moaned when she felt his hot cum inside of her. She looked down seeing both of their cum mix together, and leak from her lower half.

He smirked and pulled out of her and pushed her on her back on the couch. He smirked and licked his lips and licked between her wet folds and kissed her inner thighs.

"Holy fuck...look at you...dripping my cum from your pussy, your legs shaking, your ass carrying my handprints on your bare ass. You are mine, little lady, do you understand?"

She nodded and ran her fingers over her thighs up to her breasts. "I already knew that, Price. I married you for fucks sake, I married you so we could be together, make love together, to have a family together, I wasn't going to give this life up for anything...even if it means sometimes, I don't want to clean the house." She laughs and Price just chuckled and shook his head.

"Speaking of which, are you going to clean the house, tomorrow?" He asked.

"Hmm~? No...you can clean it."

"Love I have work tomorrow, come on now."

"Fine, yes, I'll clean the house tomorrow," she got off his lap grabbing the boxers she was wearing before, and Price got his clothes back on.

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8:00PM

Y/n and Price ended up taking a shower together which led Y/n to feel the burning sensation of Price's handprints on her butt. She winched at the burning on her ass.

"Ow," she hissed as Price rubbed soap over her body.

"Does it really hurt that badly?"

"Well, yes! I wouldn't be saying 'ow' for nothing," she retorted.

"Okay, okay, I get it," he chuckled.

"Stop touching my butt," she swatted his hand away, but he just smirked and placed his hand back and she groaned from the pain.

"Ow..." she whines.

"Okay, we're done," he said as he stopped the shower, and he took her away to their shared bedroom and they both got pajamas on.

Y/n got on her side of the bed and started to get under the covers, Price got on his side and held her close to his bare chest. She kissed his bare chest getting a smirk from him.

"Good night, my love."

"Good night, handsome." She smiles up at him.

He then smacked his hand on her ass earning a loud yelp and a punch to the chest.

"OW PRICE!!"

AN: Just to be clear, I am posting day 2 and 3 on the same day trying to catch up till day 6, it'll be the same thing for tomorrow, I'll be posting day 4, 5 and possibly day 6 as well. Anyways have a good day/night guy.

#cod modern warfare #cod mw2 #cod mwii #cod x reader #fandom #fanfic #call of duty #mw2 #cod #price x reader #price #captain john price #captain price #cod price #john price

[writing-by-mimi]

Prize of War

Chapter 4

King!Diavolo x F!Princess!Mc

Adult content, read at your own risk. Not beta read.

Asmo waits his turn, and considering he can hear Diavolo growling and cursing at Solomon, he even allows the person behind him to go next.

      Solomon emerges, toothbrush in hand and a heavy sigh leaving him as he stares at it. "You're going to take atleast six baths before I'll even let you look at me." He laughs, catching the sorcerers attention.

     "Then perhaps you should find me tonight in the tower." He hums as he cups the man's cheek and places a soft slow kiss to him. "Everyone will be busy with celebrations."

     He gives a lazy smile as he looks up to Solomon, "I'm afraid I've got some business to attend to." He gives him another kiss back.

      "Speaking of business," He grabs Asmodeus's hand and leads him away from his spot in line, "any you have with him should be better handled later."

      "I heard." He chuckles as he runs his thumb across the sorcerers knuckles.

      "Beel says your in charge of caring for her at the moment, how does she fair?"

     He let's out a sigh. "The poor dear...she only just put it all together, Diavolo's intentions. She's never done anything remotely close to that... I plan to get her drunk at dinner so the whole thing may be a bit more enjoyable. She's also never tasted wine, so I'm hoping she doesn't realize she's had too much until it's too late. I came to speak with him about what he plans to do after...well..." Asmodeus rolls his eyes. "She's very sweet. I don't even know her name, yet I can't imagine her on the streets. Did you hear what he had Lucifer do! Oh, I should kick his butt from here to the barracks when I see him next!"

     "Oh, do tell." The amusement in his voice causing Asmo to look at him and pout. "Lucifer paraded her through the barracks! In her summer sleep gown!"

     "That seems unlike him, perhaps Diavolo is the one you should kick all the way there."

     "Oh, I want to. He scared the poor dear to death! She'll never even consider selling herself if Diavolo discards her. She has no skills, doesn't know anyone. It would be nice to have a friend here inside all day with me while I do my duties."

     "You've become attached?" There is a teasing tone, but Solomons eyes hold no judgment.

     "I suppose. She's just...she needs protected. When I first made it here searching for my brothers I had to use the barracks to just try and survive." He shivers, but shakes it off. It was so long ago, he knows it shouldn't bother him, but it still does. "She would be eaten alive and if I can spare her from having to even think of such things for survival, I will."

      "Barbatos could help you. He could use her as a maid. Even a Princess should be able to pour tea, and it's not often he ask for help. It would delight Diavolo to help Barbatos lessen his work load. The man is very stubborn."

     "Do you think that could work? Seriously Solomon?"

     Watching his eyes light up with hope, Solomon could only sigh with a smile on his face. "I'll come with you and help you ask. He does owe me a favor...though cashing it in for this...I had planned to get more books." He smirks, "Though I'm sure if a pretty man where to give me some kisses before the night ends, my heart may be able to take the blow." He nudges Asmo.

      "If you get him to say yes I'll blow you immediately after."

      "Then I guess I've no choice but to recieve a yes."

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     "No." Barbatos doesn't even look up from his work in the kitchen.

     "I was hoping to cash in my favor." Solomon leans onto the counter. "It is such an easy one too, especially for you."

     "You are correct. I could use the young lady for some task, but Mi'lord has other plans for her."

     The kitchen goes silent with exception of the staff carrying on. "And that would be...?"

     "I believe he wishes to keep them for stress relief. She is a gifted prize from enemy lands."

     "But he'll throw her on the streets after tonight. She doesn't deserve that." Asmo interjects.

     "You seem to forget, Mi'lord has now taken his rightful place. The life of a King rebuilding a kingdom and uniting the lands will be plenty stressful."

     "He's going to keep the princess as a personal working woman?"

      "Maybe more. Mi'lord expressed an idea, and if enough castle servants who knew of her existence still live, he may have other plans. Rumors of a Princess in hiding are well known. How you missed it still baffles me, Solomon. It's unlike you to make such mistakes."

      "A marriage, between the newly crowned King and a far away lands hidden Princess. These are the type of fairytale books that sell well in back rooms, but surely you must see the issues that arise." Solomon shifted to lean his back against his counter, now crossing his arms as he watch Barbatos place a tray into the oven.

     "You mean like the Princess thinking her husband a monster and condemning her to such a miserable love life." Asmodeus frowned. "But it keeps her safe, well, as safe as royalty can be." He sighs.

     "I do believe Lucifer is still willing to run her through for the troubles she's caused him, he is still very bitter about his boots." He comments as he flips through the pages of a worn book and begins to ready more ingredients. "A loveless marriage and servicing the King seems a fair trade for luxuries and safety, or would the barracks be better than a monster, Asmodeus?"

     He knows you're better here. The barracks working women are either people who enjoy the delights of the flesh or the truly desperate, just has he had once been.. They know what they are getting into... You're so niave and...just not ready for something such as that. Barbatos words ring true. Here you'll be kept safe and fed. Warm and he can make sure you're okay...

      "Would his majesty be willing to wait to bed her?" He knows its a long shot, that meddling in affairs past his pay can have consequences...

      "I assume you mean until a marriage date, if that were the course taken?"

    "Yes."

     "You might as well take her to the barracks right now. Tempting him to wait when he's had who he pleases, when he pleases for all of his adult life... I wouldn't be thrilled either." Solomon shrugs and tilts his head. "It would just make her first night more barbaric. Even all of the alcohol we have on hand here wouldn't be enough to help her then. Slow and steady at a consistent pace wins more races." He muses.

     "A slow and gentle break in versus months of building desire..." He sighs. "I hate that you're right. I need to speak with Mammon, prepare some wine for her and I tonight. Slow and steady..." He reminds himself.

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Diavolo is still covered in dirt from his adventure. Sleep deprived and desperate to feel the warmth of a bath for his muscles, yet finding you passed out on his bed seems to help him forget his struggles.

    He'll have to see to it that Mammon and Asmodeus recieve a raise.

     Even though your ankles are still bruised, the thought of you walking around in such delicate heels is a vision he'll devour. Your dress is of the new kinds from the far lands. Short, filled with lace under the skirt. It's sure to make it bounce while you walk and hold the fabric away from the middle of your thighs, yet enough white lace to protect any wandering eyes from seeing what lays underneath.

    He can't even see the front, but if it is half as good as the back, the two have done extremely well.

     The lace under your skirt just barely obscures the bruising from hours of fast paced riding as well. The bath may have eased your muscles for the moment, but they will surely burn and become stiff when you wake. The sleeves of your dress conceal the bruising of your wrist, but overall, you've cleaned up well. Asmodeus likely is planning to do your hair and other things when you wake. You'll be sight to behold.

      Bending down to retrieve one of your heels that fell from your foot to the floor during your slumber he can't help but let his head fall back and do his best to keep quiet. Even the soaps Asmo has washed you in are delectable.

     He can't help the smirk that takes his lips as he places your heel on his nightstand. You're gorgeous, and you're his.

     If enough of the castle servants can confirm you were indeed in the castle and can't explain your presence it lends credence to the rumors and it will help him unite the lands. He can only hope Lucofer missed one of your maids. It definitely could have been worse. With you under his care now, he can tell Maddi to piss off. While it will anger her father, his new title as King will make him run with his tail between his legs. He will no longer need to wed that vile clingy witch to try and help his plans of succession. The success of the seige has given him more than just revenge, it's given him the chance to live a life where he now holds all the power. A long shot from a child forced into slavery so long ago.

     Lucifers little gift just keeps on giving.

     He pulls his eyes away and makes his way to his private bath. You're exhausted and will need your rest for tonight.

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     Being shook awake, you can't help but moan and roll away from the hands rousing you.

    "Princess, I'm late as it is and if you won't wake it'll be my head!"

    You can hear Asmo hiss as he opens the curtains and floods the room with light. You can't help the sad whine that leaves your lips as you force yourself up.

     "Perfect." He hums as he quickly puts your heel on. "I don't have what I need in here yet, so until that time, you'll come to my room."

    It's smaller than your new room, but it feels much better in here. Nice, secluded, even cozy. The canopy on his bed is a light pink and even has purple flower embroidery. It's beautifully crafted... and that's just the canopy... it's full of fine things, and it has so much more stuff than the other room. It's a silly thought, to wonder if one day you could have a room like this. Full of life, proof that you exist among something, even if it's just a few items in a room in a far away land.

     "Isn't it cute? Lucifer got it for me a few years ago on my birthday." You can tell there is love in his voice, but you don't think you'll ever understand how anyone could love someone like his brother. "I'm sure this looks like rags compared to yours at the castle. I'm sure Diavolo can get you one if you like."

     How do you tell him that the room you've been given to use by your captor, the dress he picked out...all of it is so much more than you've ever had in your life?

    "Sweetie?" He can't help but be puzzled as you look away, and it looks as if your embarrassed. He thought he may have upset you talking of your old possessions that you've been forced to leave behind, but there isn't flame in your eyes or even a change in your posture to indicate that.

     "Hidden Princess." Solomon stresses as he exits the closet of Asmodeus's room. "I don't believe they are allowed such things, it would be a dead giveaway if found."

     Your thankful that this man you've never seen before seems to understand. It saves you from having to explain.

     "Seriously? Is he right?" Asmo can't help but stare in confusion.

    All you can do is nod your head in shame and look to the floor.

     "Sorry, I'm afraid I've made a terrible first impression." His smile seems kind, polite as he gives a small bow and approaches. "I am Solomon, the homelands sorcerer."

     This is the man Asmodeus said you should befriend to upset his brother, Lucifer. "A sorcerer?" You've only read such things in books...

      "Yes. Though we are a dying breed. Seems the old ways are fading." He releases a sigh. "If you like reading, I could bring some books by. Who knows, maybe you'll have a knack for it. We could always use more in our ranks."

    Asmodeus grabbed your arm and quickly attached a small golden chain around your wrist. "Well now you own something. It's all yours, a gift from a friend." He smiles. He has plenty and a simple gold chain, while not enough for a woman of your status, everyone should have atleast something they can own and call theirs.

     Watching your surprised face, the way you hold your wrist out and gaze at it with so much confusion...

     "Oh, you...you should keep it. It's expensive and it's yours. I don't want to take it from you."

     "It's called a gift for a reason. Believe me, he has more than enough bracelets to go around, and if he wasn't sure, he wouldn't do it." Solomon shrugs nonchalantly. "Besides, it does match your dress."

      You almost want to cry. This man has only known you a day, been so sweet and kind... It's your first gift from a friend, and even though it's the most plain thing in his room, it's the most beautiful thing you've ever been allowed to own in all of your life. You quickly wrap your arms around him. "Thank you, Asmo. It's wonderful."

     The gift of a nick name from you makes him smile. "It's what friends are for."

     "Thank you...for being my first friend." The words are a whisper and he can't help but hold you tighter. He isn't sure what type of life you've lead, other than seclusion and secrecy behind closed doors for the world to ignore, but he won't allow it any longer. It's no life for anyone and one he won't see it repeated. Solomon still thinks those around him will leave and all he'll have is his books. You're both so gentle and deserve so much. He'll do what he can for the both of you.

    "Careful now, you'll make him cry." Solomon jokes as he adjust his clothes in the mirror. "Presentable?" He turns and waits for Asmodeus to let you go.

     "You look horrendous." His voice shakes and he quickly wipes his face, moving swiftly to help Solomon prepare for the night.

     By the time Asmo thinks the three of you are presentable, you can't help but worry. You've been informed that Diavolo will be there...and so far your one experience has been enough. Let alone sitting in a room with Lucifer.

    Asmo pulls a chair out next to him and motions to you to sit.

     "Asmo." It's Lucifer and his eyes are hard set, motioning to the head of the table and the empty spot next to Diavolo's empty seat.

      "No need Lucifer. Though I appreciate it." The voice behind you startles you, but the hand on your waist and gripping your elbow surprises you more. Diavolo's momentum forces you to walk with him or fall to the floor. Only once arriving to your seat does he pull it out and softly set you in it before pushing it in, taking his own seat between you and Barbatos.

     Asmo gives a small smile and another man you've never seen before comes in a few moment later and takes the seat.

    Darker skin and white hair...it's a combination you haven't seen before, usually only the older maids and butlers you would pass in the castles had white hair...

    He sees you watching him and his smile slowly grows. "So this is the hot little thing you needed dresses for?" His gaze feels just as hungry as the men in the barracks and it makes you shift in your chair and bring you arms around yourself for some sort of cover.

     "Leviathan, I haven't yet had the chance to speak with you. How were the barracks upon your return with your crew?"

     Its an odd question, usually Diavolo wants to know about the waters and what's been found, even battles... "They were a mess." He admits. "Most of the men couldn't sit still and from my short visit, they seemed excited earlier."

      "They've since been dealt with. All men on homeland soil that were in the barracks today are serving punishment now, since Lucifer found it amusing to take the Princess through the barracks in her sleep gown."

     "What?" His eyes are wide as he leans over the table to look at Lucifer. "Why would you take a woman there in the first place?! It's no place for them."

      "It was part of my first order from the King. Though I found her in the castle, I believe Barbatos had the right idea of ending the false Kings line." He sets his wine glass down and looks to you before holding Diavolos gaze. "My offer still stands for the morning once you've had your fun."

     Diavolo had ordered him to do it. To take you through the group of men and be pawed at like a frightened animal. His cruelty truly knew no bounds...

      "How do your boots fair, Lucifer?" It's Solomon and he has such an innocent smile on his face while Lucifer glares back to him. You can't stop the small giggle that escapes you as you cover your mouth quickly and cough to try and disguise it. It's a horrible attempt...

     "I've new ones scheduled to arrive in the morning. Please, do tell me if you need more cleaning supplies during your punishment. I would love to watch such a skilled sorcerer work with his hands" His words are cutting, precise and almost hold no malice, the words themselves sharp enough to do the job.

     "It's actually already done." He smiles as he picks up his glass to drink. "Being a sorcerer does have its moments."

     "Ew. I've kissed you since then. Gross." Asmo pouts.

     "It does explain the men shrieking." The blonde speaks up, you aren't sure of his name, but he's the one who told the others to get back to work at the barracks.

     "It was absolutely pristine, My King." He nods his head and smiles to Lucifer again.

     "I did overlook the fact you could enchant the toothbrush to work on its own, but you've completed your punishment."

     "Solomons a sorcerer." Beel smiled as he began to fill his plate as the staff brought out dinner. "He can do all kinds of things. He probably made the brush move on its own and do the cleaning while he did something else." It's a sweet smile offered again by Beel. He doesn't seem too bad...you much prefer him to Lucifer and the white haired man so far.

      "Well, I'm kinda glad your boots got fucked, takin' a Princess through the barracks ain't right. Ya probably scared her, an if ya brought her all the way here and didn't kill her, being a dick like that seems like overkill, Lu." The man with old lady hair...maybe you were to harsh with your judgement...you like him. "Orders or not. Tch." He leans back in his seat before serving himself.

     Barbatos's arm slips between you and a man who seems to be asleep at the table and sets a plate in front of you.

     "Belphie." The blonde shakes him awake and all the man can do is sigh.

    "Thanks." He wipes the sleep from his eyes as the blonde puts a full plate in front if him. "After days of not sleeping, I've got everything but Mammons shipment and Levi's haul from today cataloged. There will be things we need soon that our inventory is low on. So I'll talk with Mammon about procuring it tomorrow."

     "Thank you for all of your hard work Belphegor. I know it was not an easy task set out before you, but the fact you are almost completely current does bring a smile to my face." Diavolo chuckles.

      "So what are you going to do with her?" He nods his head to you slowly as he picks at his food. "The old razzle dazzle and drop, or do I need to account for her in long term inventory?"

     "It seems for tonight she has a choice to make. Any long term arrangements still need work."

     You can feel his eyes on your form, but you don't dare look at him, instead you settle for staring at your plate.

    "So, my wonderful little prize, have you chosen?"

      You can feel the whole table starring at you as you begin to fiddle with the bracelet Asmo gifted you. You want to tell him to leave you alone. To scream and shout and run away...but you've nowhere to go. No way to survive and if he gets angry... the barracks is just across the city...

     Asmo can't stand it. Picking up the bottle of wine from the floor he brought, he pops the cork and makes his way to you. His hand on your shoulder is gentle and he can see the fear in your eyes. "I promised, didn't I?" All he can do is offer a soft smile and try to make this as easy as possible for you. He pours your drink into the man named Belphegors cup, almost over flowing it as a deep red liquid is poured into your glass. Asmo brings it to your hands, petting your hair slowly a few times before making his way back to his seat.

      Setting the glass down, you look to the bottle. "Here." You can't hardly manage to get the word out, but here is the better option. You bring the bottle itself to your lips, and fluid is tart, it burns your throat but Asmo had said it would help.

     Diavolo picks your glass up, inspecting it and even sniffing it. The wine Asmodeus has provided you is one of high content. You'll be drunk after just a few sips, yet he watches as you take four large drinks before setting the bottle down and sputtering.

      "Well, atleast she knows how to party." Mammon mumbles.

     The table stays completely quiet. In the next ten minutes it's obvious you're drunk. Face flushed, you've even settled for leaning against Diavolo.

     You've tried to take the bottle and the cup for more, he's already moved it from your reach, instead settling to give you a small amount of sparkling cider. You're even drunk enough to be eating from his fork and plate.

     "You were right, Asmo." A giggle escapes you as you nuzzle into his arm, the warmth of his smooth skin feels nice against your cheek. "It's helping."

      Asmo can't help but wipe a stray tear away. He's complicit in all of this and he hates it, but the King will have what the King wants...

     "I feel spinny and light. Like my bubbles in the bath." You giggle again. "You're right about the food too. Barbatos makes nice things. If I eat from Diavolos plate, at least I know I won't die, since he wants me gone. Though Lucifer will get rid of me in the morning. I'll just drink more wine."

     The laugh that leaves you makes him look away as Solomons soft grip does nothing to ease him. He knows he's done the best he could for you...

     You fiddle with the bracelet, you can't get your fingers to work right.

    Diavolo turns slowly and raises his arm. Your now resting against his chest and he can see what your trying to do now. He didn't see it on you in his chamber, which means you've acquired it elsewhere since then. "Do you want it off?"

     "Yes!" You answer is eager, excited even as you hold your wrist up to him with a smile. "My first friend gave me my first gift, but I should give it back."

      "Why would that be?" He's look down to you as you snuggle further into his chest as he easily undoes the clasp. It would be a lie to say he didn't enjoy your actions.

      "I don't want such a pretty gift to be around for something so dirty. Plus, once your done ol' Lucifer will chop me up like my maids." You laugh as you look up to him now. "Asmo deserves it back, but I was happy to own something so pretty for just a few hours. I've never ever had stuff of my own. The maids he stabbed said I couldn't have things. The Queen would see to my death." You hum against his chest with a smile. "She's dead now. So I could own something."

     The air at the table is strained. Awkward. Yet you've no idea as you continue to talk and giggle. "So before we go to your room and you make me take you, I can give it to my friend now that it's off." You snatch the chain from his hand and hold it to your chest. "It's really, really pretty." You whisper.

    Diavolo moves you to sit upright in your chair. "See to it she's cared for tonight." He stands as he nods to Barbatos before leaving the room.

    You move to stand, but a set of hands from the man on your left keeps you in your chair. "Your eyes are really pretty." You move his bangs away from his face. "Asmodeus has barrettes you should use, so more people can see."

     "Asmodeus, take her to your chambers." Barbatos's tone is stern as he rises and follows the King from the room.

     Asmo has pulled Solomon up quickly and as the sorcerer lifts you up he reaches for your hand. You quickly shift in Solomons arms and with both hands force the bracelet into his. "You'll keep it safe. So it won't get dirty. He's ready and I don't wanna go to the barracks. Those men are mean and they tried to pull me from the horse a bunch."

     He grips the bracelet tightly as he hushes you, hand petting your hair once more as Solomon begins to walk.

      "Well...this has been an exciting dinner. Though I am dissapointed your new boots will arrive so quickly." Satan flashes a smile across the table.

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    He's conflicted.

    You so openly showed him attention while drunk. Clinging to him, even nuzzling further into his chest, smiling at him. You were basically crawling into his lap.

    You are also convinced Lucifer and Barbatos will murder you or he may discard you.

    He got the answer he wanted. Heard you say the word, yet it did nothing for him.

     The thought of taking you back to his chambers now... sleeping with drunk women is easy. Bodies pliable and sensitive, explorative and lost in the pleasures of the flesh with out a single worry as he finds his release above them. Their voices sing and the moans he can draw from them...they cum on his cock in waves.

    Yet if he were to take you tonight, even with you being overly affectionate, you would not cum. You would cry below him and hate everything about him by morning.

    "Mi'lord." Barbatos greets with a small bow and enters his room. "I've to wonder about your sour mood. You seemed very set on your intentions tonight."

     "Believe me when I tell you I did not foresee the night ending as such." He set his now empty glass from dinner on his nightstand. "Perhaps it is cold feet about taking a virgin."

     "It has not stopped you in the past." The man begins to ready the room, stoking the fire and closing the curtains. He can hear the festivities and celebrations of the city from here through his closed window.

     Barbatos is correct. He has slept with virgins before. Why it would bother him now, he is unsure. The tightness, the sensitivity and erotic feeling of being the first to fuck a woman makes his cock twitch even now...

      Your eyes. Your fucking eyes.

      Silently pleading for it to just be over with. It felt like you would willingly accept Lucifers offer to run you through without a second thought just to escape the morning after.

     "Perhaps it is because you've never encountered a woman who didn't eventually come around to the idea and accept your invitation openly. The Princess has put up more resistance than your last ten beddings."

      "So your saying I spared her because I want her willing?" He can't help but laugh. It's ridiculous.

      "It may be the case. Or do you not find her attractive Mi'lord. A sloppy drunk has never turned you off, perhaps you've changed what you want in a sexual experience."

     "And what the fuck could that possibly be?" He almost feels offended, attacked.

     "Maybe you hope to find someone who wants to stay in your bed when the morning comes." He draws the last curtain closed and turns to face Diavolo. "You've also known nothing be revenge and struggle. Those things have finally come to an end. It is only a guess, but you may now be searching for the next part of your life. Yes, you are King. The most powerful man in the lands, and you'll soon unite them, but mayhaps you long for more than just power."

     "And what exactly do you think that is?" He can't keep the anger from his tone, though it doesn't seem to bother Barbatos.

     "Maybe someone to love, Mi'lord. A King does need a Queen. One reliable woman to trust in. The Princess seems as she needs someone in her life as well. Surely you see the parallels. You've both lead hard lives in different respects. She is royalty. You've even come up with the idea of marriage yourself before you even saw her again after your first meeting..."

    "Love at first sight? You are wholey ridiculous and must need a break. Overworking yourself..."

     "Goodnight, Mi'lord." Barbatos leaves with out another word and closes the door behind himself.

     As Diavolo sits at the edge of his bed and throws himself back with a sigh. He can smell it. Your damned soaps that made you smell so sweet. It lingers on his bed now and he can't help the growl as his hand wipes down his face.

     Barbatos's words are false. He just simply didn't wish to deal with a crying little virgin. The day has been stressful and he hasn't rested since the seige. He'll take you tomorrow and prove to Barbatos it's nothing more.

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Silver Cats & Black Roses

Chapter 6 – Nobility

A/N @just-a-little-fan-1793 In case you need a bit more fluff and comfort... It's maybe not much, but there is a hug, so maybe it will help 💜💙

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Two weeks later

“It was so nice to see you again, Fin.”

“Um, to which one of us are you talking to?”

“Both of you, obviously. Both your names can have Fin as a nickname.”

Finral just rolled his eyes with a smile and Finesse chuckled, amused. Vanessa just giggled, she was really happy to see them again.

The newlyweds just returned from their honeymoon and before they got back to their own house, Finral and Finesse decided to make a stop at the Black Bulls hideout. They were lucky, most of the Bulls were away today, so that the hideout was unusually calm for a change. The big Welcome Back Party for Finral was only planned for the day after tomorrow, when he was officially back to work.

Vanessa smiled at her best friend and his wonderful wife. Those two just looked so happy and it was pretty much obvious how good those two weeks of honeymoon did to Finral. That poor man was doing a lot to hold the squad together and given who the Black Bulls were, it was truly a stressful activity.

“Well, I’m happy that the squad didn’t burned down while I was away,” Finral said, looking at the basement with relief.

“Don’t worry, Finral, you’re not always the only one to hold the squad together. Most of us realized how much you did while you were away with your little darling and since it was forbidden to interrupt your honeymoon, we had no other choice than to give ourselves a good kick in the butt. Well, must of us.”

“Yami will using me as a taxi again once I’m back and I bet paperwork will fall on me again.”

“Oh, you know, Gordon took a liking to it while you were away and Noelle did a lot of it too. Even though, she probably did it to get out of cleaning duties, leaving it all to poor Asta. As for Yami… well, there wasn’t a day without him complaining that without you, he had to travel with broom, how much magic he had to waste on that and that he looked ridiculous. You know captain Yami, he can be pretty lazy.”

“Oh my, are you allowed to talk about your captain like that?” Finesse asked and even though she smiled, of course, there was some concern in her voice.

“Doesn’t change that it’s true,” Vanessa replied with a giggle. “But well, if we don’t want to get his wrath, which is often, we obviously don’t say that directly to captain Yami. Although, I don’t think he would do anything to you if you were to tell him that, Finesse. Even Yami finds that you’re too nice for this world, he won’t try to scare you or anything. Besides, you’re an honorary Black Bull and not a knight, so he can’t delegate the worst cleaning duties to you as a punishment.”

“But maybe he would punish me,” Finral mumbled. “I’ve missed you all, I’ll admit, but there some things I haven’t missed at all.”

“Which is fair, Fin. So, now you better go away before captain Yami and puts you to work two days before your officially first day of work after your honeymoon.”

Vanessa hugged them both as goodbye and waved at them as went through Finrals portal.

She still smiled when the portal disappeared. For an arranged marriage, Finral and Finesse looked very happy together, anyone who didn’t see that must be blind. Well, their case was probably a rarity within all those arranged marriages within nobility and royalty, so it was most certainly not be expected in most cases.

Vanessa stopped smiling as her thoughts lead her to Nozel again. Whenever he would choose someone in a political marriage, he won’t choose someone to be happy with, but because of duty. Nozel took duty very seriously, more so than anyone she knew. Remembering their talk in Spade and what Finral told her at his wedding, he would do it for his siblings, so that they will be free to choose.

But at the same time, he was around 31 now and he still haven’t choose someone. And from what Vanessa directly witnessed since she met up with him, he never seemed to really search a potential spouse.

And honestly, this was reassuring. Vanessa knew that Noelle would never accept that her oldest brother would sacrifice himself into a loveless marriage just so that she would have her freedom. Nebra probably won’t be happy about it either. Vanessa didn’t know Solid at all and to be fair, she didn’t like him, but if he cared about Nozel just half as much as his sisters, then he also wouldn’t be happy about that sacrifice.

Also… Vanessa came to care for Nozel, after those months following the raid in Spade. More than she would ever imagined, to a point that she sometimes wondered if Rouge would work on him as well. She didn’t want him to be in an unhappy marriage. So, the fact that Nozel didn’t actively searched for a potential spouse was also reassuring for her.

“Let’s hope it stays that way,” Vanessa said softly.

What was Nozel for her, anyways? A question she asked herself from time to time again, especially those last two weeks. He opened a bit more since she brought him back to his mother’s favourite café and they met up more often in person, instead of just talking through the communication device or short meetings at the Silver Eagles headquarters.

Vanessa would like to think that Nozel was a friend. But if he was that, it felt so much more different than with any other friends she had, be it Black Bulls or people outside the squad. Maybe because he was Noelles brother? Maybe because of what she learned from him at first and how different he seemed from those prejudices since Spade? Maybe because he was like no one else she knew, still mysterious?

Whatever he was for her, well, Vanessa was determined to find out. She got a lot glances behind that cold mask of his lately, but never fully. But Vanessa hasn’t given up. Honestly, the more Nozel grew important to her, one way or another, the more she wanted to know him better. And even though that was probably too much ask, she also wanted him to know her.

For him wanting to know her.

Too much to ask, Vanessa knew that. But still, it would be nice.

Maybe she should go to the Silver Eagles basement? No, that might be too bold and as much Vanessa loved to tease Nozel, he was really like a bird and too much boldness would make him flee away. Vanessa didn’t want him to flee from her.

But if she had a reason to come to the Silver Eagles headquarters? Another reason than delivering rapports from one squad to another, than Magic Knight duties?

Maybe she could go to the royal capital, buy something nice for Nozel and bring him that gift. He deserves some kindness like that, he surely didn’t get it often. Except his siblings, maybe. But Noelle would maybe give him presents not in person and that was certainly a Silva thing.

That wasn’t Vanessas style, she find it nicer and more exciting to give gifts directly.

“Now, that’s a plan,” Vanessa said, grabbing her broom and leaving the Hideout.

While she was flying, Vanessa wondered what kind of spontaneous gift she could get Nozel. Maybe something sweet? He was a sweet tooth, just like Noelle and since the café, Vanessa learned that it was always a good argument to get him somehow out of work.

Or maybe a new quill, a good one? A new quill holder, one of those modern ones, which included an ink bottle? Nozel might appreciate it, but at the same time, it was something good for work and he clearly needed to work a bit less. If Vanessa didn’t find anything else, maybe she could get him something like that, still.

How about something with a water lily theme? She didn’t forgot that this were his mother’s favourite flowers and maybe he would be happy about something that remembered him of Acier Silva? But at the same time, it might be difficult for him. He clearly was still grieving about his mother and Vanessa wanted to risk to open old wounds while he was trying to heal.

But she could find something with another flower theme. Just like Noelle, Nozel didn’t show it, but seemed to like flowers. At least, from what Vanessa observed those last two weeks. Maybe something with roses. He told her once indirectly that he liked the scent of her rosewater and Vanessa had been touched by that, despite the fact that her perfume was a cheap kind. Or maybe she could find something with lavender? Nozel had slight scent of lavender soap on him, he might like that plant. Noelle told her though that lavender wasn’t considered fine enough for royalty and nobility. But if Nozel had lavender soap, he might appreciate that scent and didn’t mind if it was not fine enough for royal or noble standards.

Vanessa smiled. His view on lavender could told a lot about how he truly views royalty and nobility.

When she arrived at the royal capital, Vanessa still had no idea what she could get Nozel. Well, whatever, she would just go through the shops and if she saw something, she would buy it, then fly straight to the Silver Eagles basement.

Vanessa giggled happily. She loved spontaneous plans like that.

So, she took her time.

Slowly walking through the streets, stopping by from time to time to look at the ship windows or to let the warm afternoon sun shining on her face, Vanessa just enjoyed this day.

After a while, she came to the street where the café was. Acier Silva’s favourite café, but Vanessa also liked to call it their café, thinking about Nozel. That was sometimes the term she used to invite him and even though he always replied that this café didn’t belong to them, he couldn’t resist long to come with her.

She saw the café, the cosy, old-fashioned style of the house and the windows, even the table at which Nozel and her used to sit. They came here quite often during those last two weeks. But Vanessa hasn’t told anybody about it. She knew that Noelle would freak out if she ever learned about it and even though Vanessas meetings with Nozel were so innocent as innocent could be, Noelles vivid imagination would go nuts. And the Bulls would maybe follow her, out of curiosity or out of overprotectiveness or willing to fight in Lucks case, which was something Vanessa didn’t want, for Nozel and herself.

For now, she enjoyed to have such an innocent secret.

Vanessa stood right in front of the fashion shop of Soie Velours, that modiste who had such a renown in the whole kingdom. At least for nobles and royals, Vanessa never heard of her before Nozel told her about that woman.

The dresses and gowns that modiste created must be highly expensive, which was maybe the reason why Vanessa never heard about Soie Velours before. She had quite a good salary as a Magic Knight, true. But she was still a Junior Magic Knight and compared to the fortunes of nobles and royals, it was probably nothing. Not to mention that Vanessa loved spending her money. Clothes, mostly second hand, plants and other potion ingredients, magical items, silly things, also fabrics, needles and some threads for her needlework. And wine, of course.

So, yes, it was very unlikely that Vanessa could ever afford herself a dress from Soie Velours.

But Vanessa also loved fashion, so she couldn’t help herself but stop at the shop window every time she passed by and admiring the dresses presented.

Today, four dresses were shown. Two very similar dresses with silver embroidery at the sleeves, on the corsage and on the under half of the skirt, representing some branches and flowers. One dress was in a dark blue-green, the other one in a lilac purple.

Next to them, a dark pink gown with an open skirt, showing the under skirt. At least, Vanessa called them like that, she didn’t know the proper terms. The gown was unicoloured, but the under skirt had embroideries of butterflies in burgundy, cream and many shades of purple.

The last dress was in a bright spring green, with garlands of pink flowers, which Vanessa suspected to be cherry blossoms. There were always gowns with garlands of flowers, so maybe Soie Velours liked it.

Vanessa sighed deeply. What a shame that she couldn’t afford one of those gowns. And she certainly won’t beg anyone who was richer than her to buy a gown like that for her. Not Finral and Finesse, not Nozel either. All she could do was dreaming about it and to be fair, it was enough. At least, it could gave some inspiration for her needlework.

Vanessa walked away, leaving the fashion shop and the café behind her. Maybe she could come back later with Nozel, for a hot chocolate. Or they could go to the park, under the willow at the pond with the water lilies.

Vanessa grinned. She knew that Nozel would come with her, he learned that it was impossible to say no to a witch and live to tell the tale.

Soon she saw a noble restaurant, the Finest Desire. Vanessa saw it many times before and even though the wine must be exquisite, it was a noble restaurant. Not only was it of course too expensive for her, but she also doubted that she would be welcome. Besides, every time they passed by, Nozel made a subtle face, so maybe he didn’t like this place for various reasons.

There weren’t many people on the outside tables, only three young men and given by their expensive looking clothes, it had to be nobles. Vanessa wondered if she could just walk by quickly or take another path altogether. She knew from experience that most noble young men, especially those who weren’t knights, weren’t the kind of people she would want to hang around.

But while she was thinking about how to avoid them, she heard them say Nozels name. And she couldn’t help but eavesdrop…

“I swear it’s true! My father saw them two weeks ago, in the parc, under that stupid willow at the pool with those ugly water lilies!” the first noble yelled, a skinny lad with pink hair and turquoise eyes. Colours that looked somehow familiar to Vanessa.

“Come on, Reginald,” another one replied, with cupper hair styled in a bob, a pointed chin and small yellow eyes hidden behind small round glasses. “It’s an open secret that your father is kinda desperate to find a suitable sixth wife and to marry your siblings, he probably started believing that his worries are reality.”

“Not true, Airain! Okay, I’ll admit my father is not the most calm on that topic recently. But seriously, do you think he would invent something like that? I mean, he would never invent something like that about Nozel Silva of all people!”

Vanessa froze. She had no idea what this conversation implied and she wasn’t sure if she wanted to know or if she would like it…

“Well, if what Reginalds father saw is true,” the third noble said, a rather fat one with pale blonde hair and greyish blue eyes, “then maybe it would explain why Noelle Silva wasn’t thrown out of house Silva, despite having being sent to the Black Bull squad..”

What?

“Don’t be stupid, Stanislas,” the noble called Airain replied, sounding kinda irritated. “No royals had been thrown out since the time of the first Wizard King. That is not how it’s done today and if it was, there would have been a royal hearing. But there wasn’t one for lady Noelle.”

“Yes, you’re right,” Stanislas said shyly, putting a whole slice of cake in his mouth.

“But even so, why would he his sister where his mistress is?” Reginald asked in frustration, clearly trying to bring the conversation back on his topic.

Vanessa didn’t know if she just couldn’t understand who he was talking about… or if she didn’t wanted.

“Once and for all, Reginald, we have no idea if what your father believed to have seen is true or not. There may be rumours already, but you should only feed them when you definitely know if it’s true.”

“But Airain… Argh, come on. It’s Nozel Silva we’re talking about, of all people! It would sound like something he would do!”

“But… he has such a perfect reputation as royal and as a head of house,” Stanislas replied, but his shy voice didn’t sound convincing at all. Vanessa almost felt bad for him.

Almost.

“Just because he acts with perfection doesn’t mean that he’s truly perfect! It’s scandalous how liberal he leads house Silva!”

Vanessa flinched slightly. She didn’t liked how this Reginald talked about Nozel. Disrespect and insults covered his voice. And Nozel, liberal? Okay, the captain of the Silver Eagles wasn’t really one of the most open-minded royals and he was only carefully changing his ways, like when he accepted a bastard daughter in his squad. But how was that considered too liberal?

Vanessa already had suspicions that Nozel wasn’t as respected by some nobles, like two weeks ago with that jerk who tried more or less subtle to make marriage proposals. But this? This wasn’t subtle anymore.

She really wanted to run away, to ignore and forgot this conversation, those three nobles. Their opinion shouldn’t matter. But somehow, Vanessa found herself unable to move.

Airain just let out a deep sigh, as he was dealing with two stupid five year old children, while he didn’t look that much older than his companions. Then he spoke, “Stanislas is right, lord Nozel is definitely an exemplary royal. But only on some topics and sadly for him they are few. He was already unable to lead house Silva from the start.”

“Wasn’t he only fifteen when he took over the house? And the late lady Acier died not so long before that. At least, that’s what my grandmama told me.”

“My point still stands, Stanislas. His age wasn’t important. Once you take over the position of a Head of House, you had to do it perfectly from the start. No excuses, those are for peasants, commoners and weaklings. This is common knowledge. And well, it was his own fault to even grieve for his mother to begin with.”

Vanessa gasped. She couldn’t believe what she just heard.

“Lady Acier was one of the strongest Silver Eagles out there, there’s no denying of that. But just because she was amazing, it doesn’t mean that she was without fault. From my uncle’s stories, lady Acier was not stern enough and it is most probable that despite not showing it, lord Nozel got more from her soft, weak personality than from his father’s strong will and perfection. There are a lot things that have gone wrong with the Silvas and this for century. Maybe lady Acier should have let her husband take over the house, even though it would have been uncommon, since he only married into royalty. Lord Nozel was definitely not the best candidate to take over her legacy. He made many things wrong. For example, he should’ve never let lady Nebra become a Magic Knight, mist magic isn’t that strong, even for royalty. Lord Solid isn’t controlled enough, it is only a matter of time before he’ll bring another scandal upon the Silvas. No wonder that he apparently gets less marriage proposals than his siblings. And lady Noelle, well, sending her to the Black Bulls was one mistake. I might understand why he didn’t called a hearing to kick her out of royalty, it is always a delicate subject. But she’s definitely not a fit for the Magic Knights. Even as a no knight, I can tell that.”

“Um, Airain, maybe you exaggerate,” Reginald replied, but he didn’t sounded convincing.

“I would if I was talking about another family. But this is the Silvas we’re talking about. The royal house were all of their members either die young or in celibacy, were most branches are disappearing left and right, leaving only four Silvas today. Marry the most renown names of nobility and more importantly, conceiving heirs, this is the only way for the Silvas to survive, otherwise we’ll see a royal family fall and that would put the kingdom of Clover in a fragile state. With her past reputation, lady Noelle should have been married to an advantageous party in order to keep it in check. In fact, she should already have been at least engaged when she got her grimoire and lady Nebra should have been married a decade ago. But well, that’s probably not the biggest problem here. Oh, it’s just my opinion, but I’m probably not wrong. I think lord Nozel should have been married a long time ago, in order to really make house Silva stand tall again. But he haven’t done anything of it and this is all on him. Let’s hope lord Lac will soon come back from his diplomatic trip and put an order into this mess.”

Vanessa swore that she was close to puke. She didn’t know what made her the most angry. Basically everything that Airain jerk said in his speech would be enough to make her blood boil. Even more so, that pointed chin said all of this bullshit with such calm while sipping his wine, as he was just stating facts or talking casually about the weather.

Were most nobles always this awful?

What was worse in Vanessas eyes, Airain not only somehow insulted Noelle, but also Nozel. Making it sound as if Nozel was just a marionette without any strings, unable to do anything right. Heck, even Nebra and Solid!

Vanessa already knew that Noelle was practically a black sheep of royalty. Even though she got stronger and more confident, she was still a Black Bull and even though it sucks, it wasn’t surprising that arrogant noble jerks would spit on this squad, just by principle. But the whole house of Silva? Nozel even? She just had doubts at this point and Nozel wasn’t very talkative about his worries yet.

But he wasn’t present here and those three scumbags were insulting him more directly.

She should go away. She really should do that exactly. Doing what she always did, what most Black Bulls always did. Ignoring so called nobles being jerks and prove them wrong one day.

But she was still frozen. Why were her feet unable to move? Why was she still listening to this nonsense? Why was she staying and risking to become angrier, instead of following her original plan and find a nice gift for Nozel?

“Well, whatever, back on topic,” Reginald replied arrogantly, flicking his hand. “If the Black Bulls witch really is the mistress of Nozel Silva, you would understand that this is just intolerable!”

Vanessa felt even more sick, unable still to understand and the same time, almost connecting the dots.

Did… did someone actually saw her with Nozel in that parc, two weeks ago? But no one had been there, the parc had been pretty empty and the willow had more than enough leaves to hide them from unwanted glances. Okay, there had been that noble jerk who tried to engage one of his kids to the Silva siblings, even suggesting he was an option. But he had left before Vanessa met up with Nozel.

But what if he came back shortly, just to see the both of them walking together?

Come to think of it, that Reginald jerk has some similarities with that man from two weeks ago. Same bright pink hair and same turquoise coloured eyes. Vanessa already found those beautiful colours wasted on the father, the same applied to the son.

“For heaven’s sake, Reginald, don’t overreact like your father,” Airain said calmly.

“And besides, it’s normal for nobles to have mistresses, right? My father has one too,” Stanislas added and Vanessa couldn’t choose if she should roll her eyes or if she’d rather feel sick again because of that word. Mistress…

“But it’s never a… a WITCH! That’s worse than a commoner or a peasant! I don’t want one of my sisters or cousins married to a man who has a witch as a mistress! How would you think, Stanislas, if your youngest aunt Donatella would get married to someone like that? And you, Airain, how would you feel if Cuivre has to share her husband with a witch?”

“Calm down, Reginald, you start to sound like your father,” Airain said, sounding vaguely irritated. “First off, we can’t be sure that what he saw was the truth, with all due respect. Second, lord Nozel has many faults, but even he would never choose someone from lower class, not to mention a witch, as a mistress. I dare to doubt that he would ever take a mistress in the first place. After everything he tried and in many cases failed for the Silvas to stand tall again. We should be happy that your father isn’t one to spread rumours and that he only told you about this… illusion. Nobility can’t manage to break into chaos, especially since the marital questions are more important than ever. As far as we know for sure, Nozel Silva and the Black Bull witch don’t even know each other, which is how it should be, of course. But I do agree with you that witches are a plague. It’s scandalous that those are accepted as Magic Knights, even squad captains. We have tolerance with the Witches Forest, it’s more than enough, we indeed don’t need some of those in the kingdom. Those witches should just come back where they belong and don’t mend with us.”

Finally Vanessa wasn’t frozen anymore. Her first initiative was to turn away from this nobles and get quickly out of their reach. She was already lucky they haven’t noticed her presence.

She hated the discussion she overheard. Every bits of it. She was also angry and sad.

Angry because those three jerks insulted Noelle and basically the Black Bulls, they also insulted her fellow witches, especially Dorothy Unsworth, who was a Magic Knight just like Vanessa. Granted, they weren’t that close, but still. And they insulted Nozel and somehow, everything they said about him made her blood boil more than anything else. Because she knew that none of it was true! Vanessa was certain of it, since she saw the cracks of his mask in Spade.

Vanessa was always angry when people close to her were insulted and looked down upon. But… it was something else entirely when she was involved.

Vanessa was used to be looked down upon. She was Black Bull, she was a witch, never had it made her angry. She was always angry for others, not for herself. It never made her even sad before. Nobles weren’t in her circles, so why getting upset over something that wasn’t in her general reach to begin with?

But now… She was upset, she was even sad. Because Nozel was involved.

Why would people even think that she was his… his… mistress? Why was he even that hard to even think that word? She wasn’t Nozels mistress, he was always polite with her, trying so much to act like a gentleman. A TRUE gentleman, not like Reginald, Airain and Stanislas! They were just…

What were they actually? What was between them?

Vanessa stopped walking at all, stunned by this question.

That question always had been there, but Vanessa just ignored it most of the time. But now, she couldn’t help but ask herself.

What was she to Nozel? What was between them?

Vanessa would like to think that they were friends. But she had many friends and what she felt for any of them was not what she came to feel when she was with Nozel. It was different, totally different. Just subtle, but once you realized the difference, you couldn’t ignore it anymore.

She was still curious about him and she wondered about the real Nozel the more they met up. But never had she thought what others would think of her interacting with the captain of the Silver Eagles, the head of the house of Silva?

“I never cared about what noble’s opinions are, why would I now?” Vanessa groaned, putting her head between hands.

Why would she, indeed?

Maybe… because Nozel wasn’t a Black Bull? He wasn’t a misfit, at least officially? Maybe she cared because he had a reputation, a position, because everyone looked at him? Some with admiration, some with the hope he failed, in order to use and manipulate him?

What would it mean for him if he had a witch as his… mistress? Was it really that scandalous, even more than a commoner or a peasant? But Nozel and her never did anything shocking, they just meet and talked, it was innocent and sweet.

But… nobles wouldn’t consider it that way, right? They would just saw what they wanted and be offended, demanding Nozel to break any bonds and ordering Vanessa to go back where she belonged in their eyes.

Back into the Witches Forest.

Back into the cage.

A cold shiver went through Vanessa. It had been long since she hasn’t thought about the cage, about her past.

Why did that memory still shiver her? It was behind her, she was somehow on better terms with the Queen of Witches, even though they were not close, and she was able to come visit the witches in the forest, if she wanted to.

So… why did she reacted like that at the memory? Was it really behind her?

No! No, she shouldn’t think about it again! It was behind her!

Vanessa felt close to cry right now. She didn’t want to remember her past and the cage, she didn’t want to let those three nobles conversation bother her that much, even though it did.

Was she a bother, a burden for Nozel? She really hoped it wasn’t the case, because she liked more and more being with him. She also didn’t want to cause him problems. But she also didn’t want him to be out of her life. She wanted to hold what they had, whatever it was.

“Vanessa?”

She flinched as she heard that specific voice. Looking up, Nozel was in front of her. Looking as royal and posed as ever, but the glance in his eyes…

He was concerned. Concerned about her. It was somehow scary, because it was new. But also comforting, so comforting.

“What happened?”

Of course he knew that something was bothering her. Well, she wasn’t hiding anything right now, but it felt nice.

Vanessa gave him a small smile. A sad one. She wasn’t fine at all right now, but at the same time, she didn’t want him to worry. Nozel already had so many worries that burdened him and what he needed was to relax more. So, Vanessa didn’t want to tell him.

“I’m… well, a bit upset. Can you hold me?”

That was bold, but honestly, she was always bold with.

Nozel blushed a bit, like always. But he didn’t really hesitated as he slowly put his arms around her.

The hug was awkward, but Vanessa didn’t care. Not one bit. It felt comforting, it helped her feeling better.

As if it was exactly what she needed.

Nozel just hold her, he didn’t say anything. He wasn’t asking what happened, probably understanding that she didn’t want to talk about it.

Vanessa sighed softly. She wasn’t used to be vulnerable, to be the one to get comforted. With the Black Bulls, she was always the one who comforted and encouraged others, she was one of the strong and happy Bulls, who didn’t give a crap about what others thought.

But… it was nice to be vulnerable one for once, to be the one to get comforted. And Nozel Silva of all people was giving her that!

It was strange, how he appeared so suddenly when she was feeling bad. But he did, almost like a guardian angel. Exactly what she needed in this very moment…

Vanessa smiled. He certainly didn’t appeared like that at first sight, but Nozel was a good person deep down. If only he would show it more often. Unlike those three noble jerks, Nozel had nobility in his heart. Vanessa was certain of it.

♣♣♣

“Ah, I swear, it is not easy to deal such a big family when you’re Head of House, but at least, I’m reassured that house Évantail isn’t filled with scandals. I heard that house Dragonstone changed from high nobility to medium nobility again, can you imagine that?”

“Oh yes, lady Bianca.”

“Of course, lady Bianca.”

“What a scandal indeed, can’t the Dragonstones just stick to one level of nobility and stop making fools of themselves.”

Charlotte said nothing, preferring taking a sip from her tea before she risked to say something insulting. As much as she wanted to, it wasn’t the moment and it would have consequences she couldn’t have the nerves to deal with.

“Oh course, given their scandalous history of scandals… Oh, I’m shivering by just thinking about it,” lady Bianca, current head of house Évantail continued. “I’m grateful that the members of my house are acting more accordingly to the etiquette.”

Because most Évantails were just that good at hiding their own scandals under the carpet, preferring to ignore them forever instead of facing the consequences of their actions. But of course Charlotte wouldn’t say that. Today, it was almost like an unspoken rules to never deal with scandals and their consequences.

Charlotte sighed. She didn’t want to be there. Until now, she had managed to avoid every meeting for tea her mothers and aunts invited her to. Because it was obviously attempts to find a potential future husband for her.

But today, she had no other choice than to be here. Not because her mother and her aunts forced her too, thankfully. Also not to search a husband, good Lord. Now, she was here as a distraction, while Yami somehow talked to the servants of house Roselei, in order to find a clue about her lost half-sibling and his poor mother.

Basically, she was here because of another scandal hidden under a carpet. What a small world, honestly.

Today’s tea party was organized by her aunt Rosamund, who certainly haven’t given up to marry her to lord Reginald Évantail. Heck, why lady Bianca, his mother and head of house Évantail had been invited today. Together with her youngest granddaughter. Or was it the youngest great-niece? Or a great-granddaughter? Charlotte couldn’t tell, it was already difficult to keep track with the family tree of house Évantail. There were so many members and sometimes generations were crossing, having for example uncles and aunts being younger than some of their nephews and nieces.

Blanche Évantail haven’t said anything yet, just drinking tea with a neutral expression. Charlotte wondered if she even wanted to be here in the first place. But obviously, she couldn’t disobey her head of house, poor girl.

Besides Charlotte and Rosamund, the other Roselei present were her mother, lady Orchidea and another aunt, Florence.

“Oh, lady Charlotte, how is Églantine doing. I recall that she’s a member of your squad,” lady Bianca said, taking small sip of her tea.

“Since four years, yes. She is one of your great-grandchildren, isn’t she? She’s doing very wonderful. Églantine is a wonderful asset to my squad, she might reach the rank of Senior Magic Knight before her 21st birthday,” Charlotte replied politely. Thank goodness, she was able to get one of the rare nice and not lazy Évantails out there. Églantine was also one who wasn’t offended that the Silver Eagles took her bastard half-sister as a knight and that alone made her more than honourable in Charlottes eyes.

“Already? Goodness, today’s Magic Knights are getting ranks so quickly, despite not having the experience,” Rosamund said, with the subtle venom only she could do. Charlotte decided that it wasn’t worth to reply her taunt.

“It is, but well, times are changing and one day, it might not be bad,” Orchidea replied, always the diplomat. “But back on the topic that interest us more.”

“Ah, yes, I almost forgot. Lady Charlotte, you seem interested to be court by my son Reginald, I recall?”

No, she wasn’t interested to consider Reginald Évantail as a potential future husband and to become his sixth wife. It was her aunt Rosamund who seemed so strangely decided that her niece should marry him specifically.

But before Charlotte could even think of a polite answer, “I must admit, having you as a daughter-in-law, the most beautiful woman in the kingdom, would be most appropriate for house Évantail. And to be fair, Charlotte Évantail would sound nice.”

Charlotte took a sip from her tea, to avoid making a face. Even though it wasn’t unusual anymore that a husband marries into the family of his wife, it still wasn’t the norm and house Évantail wasn’t known to let their members marry into other houses.

Honestly, if she had to marry, Charlotte always hoped that she could still keep her name. If she wanted to make house Roselei better, she couldn’t become a member of another noble family. And if she would take another name, she would only accept Yami’s, of course.

Charlotte Sukehiro… How many times did she dreamt of that night after night, in her wildest fantasies? But of course, that wasn’t for soon. They weren’t even dating yet and given how dense Yami was, it would take a while. It was highly inappropriate to already dreaming of taking his name!

From the corner of her eyes, Charlotte saw aunt Florence and her mother share a worried glance at lady Biancas last sentence. Which meant that they wouldn’t like Charlotte quit the Roseleis for another noble house. Good, at least they could be kinda allies on that topic.

Unlike Rosamund, who sweetly replied, “It does sounds really good, very melodic. Don’t you agree, Charlotte my dear?”

Charlotte did her best to not glare at her aunt. Seriously, what would she gain if Charlotte would marry Reginald?

“To be fair, I haven’t thought about it.”

“Of course, lady Charlotte, we’re barely in the process of considering all of our assets before choosing any potential candidates,” lady Bianca replied, negating thankfully the angry look in Rosamunds eyes. “I have myself all hands full with my own candidates, not only my son Reginald. Blanche here will get her grimoire very soon and so, I will have another one of my family to search a spouse for.”

Poor Blanche. Charlotte gave her a sympathetic smile and for the first time since she came here, Blanche actually smiled. A small smile, a bit sad. But with a hint of gratitude.

“I was thinking that house Roselei would might be a good fit for her,” lady Bianca continued.

Charlotte frowned. Again, house Évantail wasn’t known for letting their members marry into other families, except for the disliked ones. And with that lady Bianca might have just implied… was that the case for poor Blanche? That poor girl, being disliked by her own family before she even got her grimoire.

“What an excellent idea,” Rosamund said, finding her good mood again. “A double marriage between our houses is always better than just one.”

What was Rosamund gaining from this? If Charlotte wouldn’t already dealing with her love for Yami and her lost half-sibling, she might have started an investigation around her aunt.

“Oh, we would be glad to welcome Blanche into our family, if we’ll come to that,” Orchidea said and despite her faults, Charlotte was glad that her mother was at least diplomatic as well as nice and polite to every visitor.

“Yes, of course, of course,” lady Bianca replied with a flick of her hand, clearly not caring if Blanche would be welcome or not. “And as I said-“

There was a sudden noise, as if a tiny stone had been thrown at the window. Charlotte did her best to not sigh in relief. That was Yami’s signal, he was done investigating the servants. At least some of them, the Roseleis had a lot of servants.

“Goodness, what was that?” Florence yelped. Her nerves never had been pretty strong.

“It was probably nothing. But I’ll go see, to make sure everything is alright. After all, I’m a Magic Knight captain, it is my duty to take care of the safety of the kingdom, which includes of course all of you.”

Oh, how Charlotte loved to say this. It always gave her a wonderful excuse to go away from stressful talks like this one without giving others a valuable excuse to hold her back.

“But please don’t take too long.”

“Don’t worry, aunt Rosamund. Lady Blanche, I fear your nose is a bit glowing, should I also accompany to the nearest bathroom so that you can powder it?"

Blanche didn’t answer, but her eyes were full of gratitude. She was obviously forced to come here and it was the least Charlotte could do to help her to went away from this painful tea party.

With a nod from lady Bianca, Blanche got up and followed Charlotte out of the salon.

Just as Charlotte closed the door, she heard her mother say, “We indeed search for good potential spouses for our dear Charlotte. We also consider to marry her into royalty.”

Goodness, it was really the time to flee.

After giving Blanche the direction not only to the bathroom, but also the library just in case, Charlotte quickly went to her meeting point with Yami. They had agreed to meet at one of the servants entrances, the one which was used the less and at this time of the day, servants were preoccupied elsewhere. Hopefully, no one would catch her with Yami like that.

She met no one as she reached the servants entrance and went outside. Yami was there, about to pull out a cigarette.

“Don’t you dare smoke here! It’s not because this entrance is barely used that you can nonchalantly smoke a cigarette, the scent can be smelled even outside this area.”

“Geez, don’t get paranoid, Prickly Queen. A cigarette smells barely anything.”

Still, he put the cigarette back.

“So, did you find out something?”

“Not much for now. It’s not an easy task, don’t forget that, Prickly Queen. With no leads, we can’t except something after two weeks already. But I have to say, I didn’t know that some servants could be as much as jerks as nobles.”

“It is not uncommon, sadly. The more powerful the noble house is, the more arrogant are also the servants, at least those with the important roles, like the first butler or the governess. And well, house Roselei is from high nobility. I already had to deal with one of our butlers with another one, just because that one served a house from low nobility.”

“Geez, even the servants sucks, then.”

“Please don’t be so rude on them. Servants don’t have the easiest job too, you know. It always depends on who they serve.”

“Still sucks, though. Well, the most jerky ones didn’t want to take a drink with me. As if they were better than me just because they’re servants of nobles, but well, details. The others I met were more willing to drink and talk. But gosh, the crap they had to say about most of your family, geez. Some know curse words that might even make Sisgoleon blush. I pity those poor lads, dealing with those crappy masters.”

“I’ll admit that the Roseleis aren’t the kindest nobles to serve. Sometimes, I really feel ashamed of my family.”

“They should be ashamed, not you, Prickly Queen. If it’s comforting you, they had no nasty things to say about you, only compliments and flattery and all kind of sickly sweets positive things. And most also had good deeds to say about your mom. Didn’t know she was liked within servants.”

“My mother has her flaws, but she was never unkind to servants. She always told me to respect those who served us. Respect and gratitude can be sometimes the best salary for their loyalty. Sadly, most people within nobility don’t have that philosophy.”

“Woah, I better respect your lady mama for that.”

“Thank you. So, you found no lead?”

“Nope, not really. Or well, there is one that’s maybe promising, but the old maid was already pretty drunk when she told me that, so don’t know if it’s something or not.”

“What did she say?”

“That your old man had two butlers or male maids or whatever they’re called who served him and followed him when he had to travel… like twenty and something years ago. Which does cross with the time your pops conceived that half-sibling of yours with that poor single mom.”

Charlotte only nodded. It seemed to match, indeed. Whoever those two servants were, they might know something about that half-sibling and where her father met the mother of this child.

It was kinda exciting, to search for her lost sibling like that. She still had no idea what she should do once she find her brother or sister and the mother, but she hoped that it wouldn’t be too late to apologize.

It was also good to have Yami at her side for this task. Charlotte knew she wouldn’t have been emotionally able to do this on her own and it was a topic she couldn’t just confide to anyone. As much as she was proud be independent and strong, she knew now that sometimes, there were duties and tasks she couldn’t do alone.

Yami always said that she needed to lean on others from time to time.

He had been right.

Also, doing this quest together allowed to interact more with him and Charlotte couldn’t ask for a better opportunity to spend time with the man of her dreams.

But…

Charlotte almost sighed. She wanted more than just being partners on some kind of mission. The more she spent time with Yami, the more she realized that she longed for him. Terribly.

That was the other side of this whole teamwork. She wanted to be so much more, to do so much more. Well, Charlotte already longed for Yami years before, but it was nothing compared to those two last weeks. And she had no idea what to do with those longing emotions.

Again.

Was it always going to be like this? Every time she did a step forward, she would be stuck her for a while before she would have the knowledge and the courage to take the next one? It was so frustrating.

She hated and loved the proximity they had since two weeks. So much better than running away, stuttering or insulting him on instincts. But still… Charlotte wanted more. It was selfish, she knew, but she couldn’t help herself.

The closer they were, it became more and more impossible to go back. Not that she wanted to anyway. But with every step forward, Charlotte feared each one would be the last, that she would be forced to stop before the end. And that uncertainty was a much heavier burden than anything she’d knew before.

Charlotte closed her eyes. She shouldn’t focus on that right now.

“I will search into the servants papers about those two who served my father closely around that time. It might take a while, but at least it’s a lead.”

“Hold up, you guys have a whole paperwork for your servants?”

“Of course we have, you idiot. How do you think we could give them their salary if we don’t even know them?”

“’kay, fair enough. But how was I supposed to know that, Prickly Queen? Geez, you’re still very harsh on my poor little and delicate heart. Although, I don’t complain too much about it. Would be not you if you’ll stop being harsh on me.”

Charlotte had absolutely no idea if she should take this as an insult or as a complement.

“Well, my job here is done, guess I’m off. Until next time, Prickly Queen.”

Yami turned and waved casually at her. Charlotte flinched her fist. She had no reason anymore to hold him back. But she didn’t want him to go away already.

She didn’t want him to go away at all.

“Yami, wait!”

He turned around again, giving her a stunned look. But Charlotte was just frozen, cursing that tongue that acted on its own before she could even think about her words.

They just stared intensely at each other, just like at that wedding, even though they weren’t as close this time.

Charlotte just dived into those dark grey eyes, softly imagining those muscular arms around her, her body against that majestic chest… Him being here for her, her being here for him. Her ears full of his sweet teasing or even love confession, not big ones, but typical Yami love confessions and his lips…

His lips on hers…

“Goodbye Yami. See you soon.”

Her tongue acted again against her will, she could curse it. Before letting Yami reply, Charlotte turned and went back into the house, closing the door behind her.

Good Heavens, those thoughts again, those daydreams she couldn’t stop. They were getting more and more intense and Charlotte had no idea if she could handle them any longer, especially during the night.

When she wasn’t having nightmares of losing Yami again and for good this time, she was having dreams about him that were everything but innocent. And since two weeks, they came almost every night.

Yami was everything she loved in a man, he was more a noble than all of those lords her family tried to marry her with. But how much time would she stay strong before she couldn’t hold back that cursed longing anymore?

#Black Clover #Black Clover Fanfiction #Silver Cats & Black Roses #My Writing ☘️♣️ #Vanessa Enoteca #Nozel Silva #Yami Sukehiro #Charlotte Roselei #Nozessa #Yamichar #Nozel x Vanessa #Yami x Charlotte #Final Roulacase #Finesse Calmreich #FinFin #Finral x Finesse #And a bunch of nobles #Most of them are pains #My Black Clover OC ☘️

[obsoleteozymandias]

Hello! Mind if I yeet over a romantic matchup request for Twisted Wonderland?

I'm gonna go by 🍊. I'm a she/they demigirl and bisexual.

Appearance: I am South Asian with straight black hair and tan skin. I usually tie into two low ponytails because I think it looks cute, and I don't like the feeling of hair on the back of my neck. I am 159 cm tall and pretty scrawny

Personality: I like to say I'm a pretty cheerful and upbeat person. I try my best to smile through tough situations, though it can be hard sometimes. I also like to say I'm a family person, and I will do anything to protect them, and my friends. I am perfectionistic, but sadly I am a bit scatterbrained, much to the dismay of my parents and older sister. Hell, I almost burned the eggs I was making for the first time. I have been working on my organizational skills though, and I’m happy to say that I’ve come a pretty long way. I can be quite petty too. If someone wrongs me, I tell them either bad puns or horrifying facts for a period of time as revenge. I'm also good at math, so my friends come to me for help with that. Also, in almost every friend group I'm in, I somehow become a therapist friend. Lemme tell you, THAT really takes a toll on me. I also have a soft spot for unabridged fairytales (they high-key have me in a chokehold). Some more lil' factoids about me: I wear my hair in low ponytails because I don't like the feeling of hair on the back of my neck. My friends and family often told me my hands get pretty animated when I talk

Likes: Anime, drawing comics, video games, unabridged fairytales, sweets (my favourite dessert is caramel pudding) and spending time with my older sister

Dislikes: Cruelty, confrontation (I will kick butt if I need to, literally or figuratively), anyone who dares to threaten my friends or family, arrogance when it gets out of hand, black tea or coffee (I cannot drink it unless it is sweetened or if I have it with a LOT of milk)

👍👍👍

== Twisted Wonderland ==>

I match you with…

Floyd Leech 

You and Floyd pass one another often at first, though neither of you really notice the other. He’s too busy carrying out whatever scheme Azul cooked up, and you’re focused on your own business. 

But he happens to ask for your help on a math assignment (mostly out of his own laziness), and he quickly realizes that he should have been paying attention since he first saw you. 

Floyd and you are yin and yang. 

He’s obsessed with your relentless positivity, and whenever you smile at him it infects him like he’s the plague. He gets all smiley for the day and everyone gives him a wide berth. 

Where you don’t like confrontation, Floyd thrives on it. If anyone ever dares to mess with you, they’ll regret it within minutes. 

Floyd tries to do it subtly at first, so he won’t distress you, but when you’re in a relationship he’s very open about what he’ll do to someone who bothers you (with your permission, respecting your partner’s wishes are i important, even he knows that). 

Floyd’s there for you to cuddle at the end of the day, even if he doesn’t understand what you’re going through. It frustrates him when he can’t just squeeze your problems away, but he makes sure you know he’s there for you no matter what. 

Floyd loves playing video games with you, especially FPS games or horror games. He’ll also devour any sweets you make with a fevor unseen to any man before. 

Overall dynamic is perfect, sane person x offputting guard dog who is whipped for them.

#oz’s requests #twst #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland matchup #twisted wonderland x reader #floyd leech #floyd leech x reader

[justice4billy]

Baby, it's a secret

Billy being kind of soft 😫

Billy x fem reader

Chapter Eighteen

A few days later…

Cassie hated college applications. No matter how many times she filled out the box, her handwriting always looked messy, coupled with the fact she was suffering from extreme baby brain it wasn’t looking too good for her.

She decided to spend her free period trying to tackle the subject in the quietness of the library, where about four students and herself appeared to be trying the same thing. She knew every since she was younger what she had wanted to do, she enjoyed writing and she hoped by getting into a good college she could fulfil her potential. If only she could concentrate on her statement, she really wished Nancy was here right now but sadly the young brunette was probably scribbling her way through a problem in her mathematics class.

Cassie sighed putting down her pencil. She would have to print another application and start again, maybe if she mind mapped she could be more successful.

‘’Ouch’’ she grimaced to herself as she grabbed onto her stomach. The baby was really kicking up a storm today, it must have been the tacos she had for dinner last night. Ugh, she was going to kill Eddie when she saw him.

She huffed before discarding the only application she had started on, before getting out her notebook and working on some ideas, there was no way she was ruining another application. She had just started scribbling down some ideas when the library door thumped open with a sharp whack, as it practically vibrated against the wall.

Cassie looked up as she locked eyes with Billy. He was on his own and had a bored expression on his face as he entered the room, a cigarette hanging limply in his mouth before he took one last drag and emptied it into the litter basket. She hadn’t seen him since Saturday when they had the argument in his car, and the fact he was standing a mere few feet away hyped her nerves up to a thousand. She looked away before jotting a few points in her notebook. She would just ignore him she thought to herself, it would be easy.

A loud thump had her jumping out of her skin, as she looked up to see Billy dumping his text book at the space beside her before slowly pulling out a chair and turning it around, his plump thighs straddled the seat and made Cassie’s mind run with dirty thoughts.

‘’What are you doing?’’ she blurted out.

Billy gave her a lazy shrug. ‘’Got kicked out of class’’ he stated with a bored expression.

‘’Wheres Tommy and Carol?’’ she asked looking around the library, she really didn’t want anymore trouble it was bad enough she was already the butt of everyones jokes.

‘’Free period’’ he responded. ‘’Probably smoking or doing some other lame shit’’ he swore leaning forward and resting his head on his arms. ‘’Whatcha doing?’’ he asked nodding to her papers.

‘’College applications’’ Cassie huffed.

Billy licked his lips. ‘’See you made up you’re mind’’ he stated.

Cassie shot him a confused look. ‘’Huh?’’ she asked.

‘’About the baby’’ he responded. ‘’Figure you wont take a baby to college with you’’ he stated.

Cassie paused. ‘’Oh, yeah I guess’’ she responded awkwardly. She felt odd having this conversation after the last one they had. ‘’I’m just struggling what to write’’ she added to make the conversation not so odd.

Billy huffed. ‘’What are you applying for?’’ he asked her reaching over to look at her papers.

‘’English or creative writing’’ she stated. ‘’I’m applying to Stanford though I wont get in’’ she stated with a shrug.

Billy hummed. ‘’You want to go to California?’’ he asked.

Cassie widened her eyes slightly. ‘’Oh, well I’m just applying anywhere far from Hawkins’’ she stated.

Billy scoffed. ‘’Can’t wait to get outta this shit hole’’ he grumbled.

‘’I agree’’ Cassie stated with a nod. ‘’Are you applying?’’ she asked carefully, she didn’t want to disrupt this weird peace they had between them.

Billy laughed. ‘’No chance, I aint made for college’’ he stated. ‘’I’m going back to Cali and opening up an automobile shop’’ he stated with a small smirk before leaning closer to her. ‘’I’m real good with my hands’’ he stated sultrily sending a wink.

Cassie blushed, her ears feeling red. ‘’You’re such a pervert’’ she muttered flustered.

Billy chuckled. ‘’It’s the only talent I got according to my old man’’ he confessed.

Cassie baulked suddenly feeling sad. ‘’Same with my mom’’ she replied sadly as the pair stared at one another. ‘’Anyway, why aren’t you hanging out with Tommy?’’ she asked changing the subject suddenly, she did not want to dive in feelings with Billy.

Billy narrowed his eyes before scoffing. ‘’Cant stand to be around that shit head’’ he swore.

Cassie laughed. ‘’Well, I don’t want to get myself into trouble with Tina’’ she muttered.

Billy rolled his eyes. ‘’It isn’t my fault she’s deluded’’ he stated. ‘’Told her plenty of times we aren’t a thing’’ he stated narrowing his eyes in annoyance.

‘’Well, you can sit here if you want too but I’m doing my application’’ Cassie offered to be polite.

‘’Don’t you wanna do something more fun with you’re free time?’’ he asked.

‘’Don’t you?’’ she shot back. ‘’Besides I don’t have anywhere else to go since the whole school hates me’’ she admitted.

Billy sighed, his fingers grazing her notebook as he turned it towards him. ‘’What are you stuck on?’’ he asked.

Cassie stared at him in disbelief, no way was he trying to help her. ‘’Umm, I don’t know what to write in my personal statement’’ she replied dumbly.

Billy nodded. ‘’How about your GPA’’ he suggested. ‘’Also, why you want to do the course in the first place, and what attracted you to the college’’ he stated.

Cassie gauped. ‘’Are you sure you’re not applying?’’ she asked.

Billy gave her a lazy smile. ‘’No, I’m just smart’’ he boasted cockily.

Cassie laughed. ‘’Well-‘’ she started before letting out a small hiss and grabbing her stomach.

‘’You okay?’’ Billy asked furrowing his brows.

‘’Yeah, the baby is kicking the heck out of me today’’ she stated.

Billy laughed. ‘’He’s a good kicker’’ he responded.

Cassie widened her eyes, surprised he had even remember the other night. ‘’You remember?’’ she asked.

Billy leaned forward, his lips caressing her ear. ‘’I know he’s sassy just like his momma’’ he drawled lowly as his breathe caressed her ear.

Cassie’s stomach flipped, a tingle shot straight to her core at his sultry tone and the way he called her momma. Her hormones were beyond out of control right now, she could literally feel herself getting wet and he had only said a few words. ‘’I need to go to the bathroom’’ she squeaked before getting up abruptly and packing her stuff.

Billy gave her a smirk. ‘’I’ll see you around’’ he drawled.

Cassie didn’t even grace him with an answer before she high tailed it out of the library. He was going to get the best of her if she didn’t reign it in soon. 

#stranger things #billy hargrove #eddie munson #billy stranger things #billy x fem reader #billy x reader

[xplrvibes]

*crashes through the door, tripping on my own feet and face planting the floor* i’m here!

I love that i missed one day of messaging you and the bat signal was lit! lol

i have nothing to comment only that i hope everyone is doing well… work kicked my butt this week so i will be a blanket burrito with ice cream all weekend if anyone needs me :)

- aussie anon

You're home!!!!

I hear ya...this week's been a wild one and it's time to be a lazy bones for a few days, for sure! Let's all kick back, relax and just do a whole bunch of nothing for a while. 😎

#asks #aussie anon

[harveyb-wabbit92]

Subway bosses scenarios: He falls asleep on you/you fall asleep on him.

Ingo: He didn't sleep well the night before which showed through the bags under his eyes, he then came home early due to a snow storm, the the station had to be closed and trains pretty much cancelled until the weather calmed down and the tracks were properly cleared of any ice and debris.

So yeah Ingo was grouchy he got up early for nothing, He got home feeling like zombie when found y/n lounging on the giant bean bag playing what Pokémon-crossing. He recognized the rain music, without a word he removed his coat, hat and boots and made his way over to bean bag.

Y/n looked up from her game and cocked a brow as Ingo pulled the blanket off her briefly and lay down next to her resting his head on her shoulder, Y/n shuddered feeling how cold his face and hands were as Ingo pulled the blanket back over them. "Sorry." He mumbled into her shoulder as he got comfortable. "It's fine." she hummed bringing her hand up the run her fingers through his hair, Ingo relaxed under her touch as he began to doze off.

"You remined of a Purugly sometimes" Y/n teased as rare lazy a smirk appeared on Ingo's as he cocked a brow. "Do I now..." the conductor hummed tiredly. "Yep, hopped right into my nest claimed it as your own" Ingo chuckled "Well, I saw something in the nest I wanted, so I took it." he purred giving Y/n small kiss on the neck before dozing off.

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Y/n: She hadn't been sleeping well the pass few days, something Ingo pick up on very quickly, when he saw the bags under her eyes and looked at Y/n warily as told her co-works that she was fine, but as Y/n day progressed the more exhausted she was, she nearly stumbled of the platform and on to the tracks! if Ingo hadn't been near by pulled her back towards him. That the last straw for Ingo who pretty much dragged Y/n to a locked supply closet, he unlocked it and dragged her inside.

Thinking Ingo was in the mood Y/n went to protest that she wasn't feeling it, but then back pedaled when she saw four overturned filing cabinets with a foam pad and a large black sleeping bag laid over them; turning them in into makeshift bed. "This closet is the farthest from the track, so sound doesn't echo back here much." He sat Y/n down on the bed, and started got her shoes off and had her lie down. "I decided to use it as a sleep room, that's why it's always locked" He explained laying down next to her. "Now, tell me why you aren't sleeping?" Ingo hummed as he pushed some hair out of her face.

Y/n told him that she got a new neighbor recently, the guy would throw these loud ass parties almost everyday and when he's not doing that, he fixing he dame motorcycle! revving it and riding it around the neighborhood early in the morning! "Me and few other have told him to stop, but he doesn't." Y/n lips were quivering but she was too tired to cry, Ingo calmed her down and and just told her relax and and go to sleep.  

When Ingo was sure she was out, he got his Rotom phone and gave his old friend Charles a call, the biker owed the subway boss a few favors, which the biker was happy enact on, Ingo smirked and rolled over throwing his arms around Y/n and setting down for a nap.

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Emmet: He got home grumpy, cold and exhausted. Emmet was pissed that he essentially got up and ready for nothing! See, due to the incoming snow storm the trains had to be cancelled and the station was to be closed for the day, until everything was cleared up, a rare frown was planted on Emmet's face as he stripped off his wet coat and hat and kicked his boots off, he went downstairs to his bedroom where he found Y/n still sleeping and Mortimer (her Skitty) was sleeping on her butt. 

Emmet hummed got changed into a t-shirt and sweat pants and pulled the blanket back which woke up Y/n for a few seconds. "Em?" she croaked eyes squinting trying to see who was next to her. "Yes it is me." Emmet said setting down next to her and sighed tiredly. "I should've listened to you and stayed in bed..." mumbled resting his chin on her head. 

"Hm, that bad?" Y/n asked in quiet voice. "Couldn't even see the Ferris wheel." He stated voice dropping a few octaves as he started drifting, Emmet's arms found their way around Y/n's waist in seconds the couple were were back to sleep. Mortimer briefly woke up situated himself between Y/n and Emmet did a little circle and settled down back to sleep. 

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Y/n: Y/n was sitting on the late night train back from (made up or cannon Town of choice) When Emmet spotted her when he was making his rounds, he asked the depo agent helping him to take over and happily made his way over to his girl, luckily the train was mostly empty so no one spared the conductor a second glance as he sat down next to the y/ht woman who had been dozing off.

Before snapping awake when she realize someone was sitting next to her. "Hi Coffee-cat!" Emmet greeted as Y/n blinked a few times to make sure this was really Emmet and a hallucination. "Hey..Em." Y/n mumbled relaxing in her boyfriend's presence and it wasn't some subway creep. "Did you have a good trip?" Emmet asked curious about his girlfriend's visit home, he really wants to go next time to see where Y/n grew up and meet her family. 

Y/n hummed tired. "It was the same old, Dad wanted to battle to see if my skills were still sharp, and mom avoided me all weekend." the y/hc woman frowned she told Emmet a long time ago that her glitzy glam mom didn't like the fact Y/n chose to be a Pokémon trainer instead of a world famous contest coordinator like she wanted. "No offense, but your mom's an idiot." Emmet stated flatly.

Y/n snickered tiredly in agreement and a few seconds later she passed out head resting on Emmet's shoulder, the white clad conductor readjusted he was sitting so Y/n was in a more comfortable position and looped his arm with hers, as Emmet leaned back a rested his eyes and waited until their stop came up.

#pokemon fanfiction #pokemon x reader #Submas #subway boss ingo #subway boss ingo x reader #subway boss emmet #subway boss emmet x reader #fem reader #barista!reader #Ticket attendant! reader

[onceuponalegendbg-rwby]

Thoughts During RWBY V9x10 Of Solitude and Self

AHHHHHH! Man can’t believe it’s already here! Let’s get started!

ITS 26 MINUTES!??!?!

More Summer!  And wow that’s such a pretty illustration!

Oh wow, we’re actually getting a lot more.... I feel a gut punch coming.

RAVEN!!!! OH MY GOD WORST MOM HOW ARE YOU!??!? I’VE MISSED YOU!!!! Finally some hint into their dynamic! So Raven knew what Summer was doing?

And Ruby is seeing all of this.... Ruby baby....

Oh hey! Alyx gets a voice! It’s a hallucination created by Herb seemingly but still this is cool. Sounds a little like Anairis...

Oh! Neo’s free!

OH MAN FINAL BOSS FORM!!

There went Jaune’s aura!

OOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! The reaction my body just had to hearing the first notes of Red Like Roses! Chills and excitement just rushed through me in one fell swoop!

OH MY GOD THAT SHOT!

TEAM RWBY WHOLE AND FIGHTING TOGETHER AGAIN!!!! NOW I JUST NEED MY TEARY MESS OF A REUNION!!! ....After the fight I mean! 

Ok...well... Does it still count if it’s Neo’s illusion of a Jabberwalker that does it?

So... Are we leaving her here or taking her with us? Let’s see how they play this... I mean... Neo just did some seriously messed up stuff. I don’t see redemption on the table but....

Okay... I can live with this. Neo working on her own metamorphosis... And maybe she’ll be able to come back to Remnant on her own terms. And ... maybe do a out of nowhere save to help and kick Cinder’s butt when she does. Who knows.

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I’M NOT ABOUT TO CRY OVER A MOUSE! I’M NOT ABOUT TO CRY OVER SOMEWHAT! FRICK ME.... PLEASE COME WITH US! I DON’T CARE IF IT BREAKS RULES!

Hello again Blacksmith!

Oh wow. I wasn’t expecting actually extended Brothers lore.

So the Cat and Jabberwalker came about because the Brothers were too lazy to do their own jobs. Wow, what assholes.

“One small kindness, in one small moment, led to such a marvelous transformation.” I’M NOT CRYING! ......(cries for the second time)

Oh.... so he turns back.... Huh. Yeah... not sure how I feel about that. It’s still a 30 something year old mind in there....

And just like that.... we’re in Vacuo.... Oh and look! There’s Amity! Pietro and Maria made it! Lots of ships milling about too...

It’s just the credits WHY AM I CRYING AGAIN!!?!? I’m gonna let them play while I gather myself. Good grief.

Inside. Chatterbox. Trapdoor. Guide My Way (Red Like Roses pt 3), Checkmate, Worthy (BMBLB pt 2), Quiet, The Edge. Phenomenal job Casey! Martin! The whole music team should be so proud! Everything sounded amazing!

Alright, no after credits scene, just an ad for the RWBY x JL stuff. Ok then.

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Man guys.... What a good volume. I just.... This was such a needed volume, good god. There’s so much I want to say about it but for now I’m just going to stick with Thank You CRWBY! All of you! You guys worked really hard on this and it shows! You probably won’t see this but thank you for always giving us your best and I can’t wait to see what’s in store next time! See ya’ll for V10.

#rwby #spoilers #ruby rose #weiss schnee #blake belladonna #yang xiao long #crwby #greenlightvolume10

[archersxartxblog]

Been a while since I posted any real info on Ingo's kids in this, and since the Next chapter of Warden's twins is going to take a while (work is kicking my butt, and this is a long chapter) here's a bit of Info on the two as they would be just before they're old enough to go on their journeys.

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Kurdari

Starter: Grubbin Hobbies: Baking, model train building, and chess (is captain of the chess team in school. and has only been beaten by one other student)

Loves Puns

eyesight is 20/20

Loves Spicy foods is a year older than his brother, and takes the role of Older brother very seriously, even to the point of putting off his own Pokémon Journey for a year cause he didn't want his little brother to travel alone. (he actually didn't want to travel alone). He often drags his brother around everywhere, so the two could engage in activities together. even when Nobori was still very young he'd sit his brother down and try to Play chess with him, make the moves for his brother and basically played against himself. He loves bug-type Pokémon, though he does his best to have a fairly diverse team, he can often be found playing with his Uncle's Joltiks.

Kurdari expresses himself well through facial expressions and body language, but while he is fairly chatty his voice is often times described as flat. He dreams of becoming a Subway Boss just like his Dad and Uncle but suffers from Extreme anxiety that he's just not good enough, that if he's not like his Dad or Uncle, he'll never be able to achieve his dream. Nobori

Starter: Dreepy

Hobbies: Knitting (he knits his own sweaters), sketching, and playing video games (loves the legend of Zelda games)

Hates Puns

His eyesight is very poor. (he's very nearsighted)

as a major Sweet tooth

He's the younger brother, being a whole year younger than his brother. often times he ends up being dragged along on anything his brother has planned but is more than willing to just let it happen as Kurdari was his only companion when they were staying with Volo. even going so far as to let his brother use him as an excuse to put off his Pokémon journey. Whenever he notices his brother is feeling down he'll often pull out their chess board and play a few games with him, letting his brother spill his worries out to him while he listens closely, and tries to ease his brother's fears. he loves Ghost-type Pokémon, but he tries not to have too many on his team. Nobori expresses himself move through his voice than through his face, but as he isn't a very talkative person he oftentimes comes off as impassive, lazy and sometimes Uncaring.

Unlike his brother, Nobori doesn't dream of becoming a Subway Boss, like his dad. at first wanting to carve his own way, and prove himself to be his own person, but later comes to realize that he enjoys working and Battling on the Subway.

Nobori is extremely camera shy, and tends to panic when media attention is on him, and Suffers from migraines.

May have had a rebellious stage we're he bought a model plan at some point

#pokemon oc #my art #ocs #warden's twins #pokemon au #about these characters #Grammarly had a fit while I was writing this

[oddlysweet]

Will

            There once was a boy who lived to play fútbol.  He was the baby of the family, and to be completely honest, was unplanned as his mother and father had a falling out when the husband betrayed her and took her handmaiden as his second wife but that’s a story for another time.  Younger than his 11 surviving siblings and left to his own devices, he spent every free moment running in the fields barefoot, kicking his ball.  For years and years, the humble boy begged his father for a pair of soccer cleats.  When he was twelve, he finally got his wish.  To say he was overjoyed was putting it lightly; walking back from the field in town, one can imagine this little boy in the midst of the calm before the storm in his tumultuous country, had never been happier. 

            Perhaps it was some unresolved karma, a cruel joke for fate’s amusement, or simply a tragic accident, but as he was passing under a balcony, a carelessly tossed cigarette butt landed on his unfortunately quite flammable garb.  Panicking, and not knowing any better, he ran like the wind.  By the time the people on the street had beat the flames out, his left leg was scorched with fourth degree burns halfway up his thigh; clothing melted to whatever skin he had left.  It was uncertain if the boy would live or not, dread hung over the household for months.  The facilities in his home country would not be able to do anything for him, everyone resigned to the inevitability of his imminent passing.

The problem was since his injury, everything had changed.  The president was assassinated ruthlessly along with his entire family, including the boys fourth oldest brother who tragically was one week away from completing his tour of duty in the honor guard of his distant cousin, looking forward to studying medicine in America—again, another time.  The foreign government responsible for installing the deceased president in a bloodless coup years earlier, eventually killed off his replacement puppet within the same year. They rolled their tanks into what has been described in hippy circles time and time again, as the most peaceful and loving place in the world.  Factions emerged and thousands were disappeared.  There was no leaving this perpetual warring state now; not at all unlike the way things are currently.

The boy’s oldest sister, worked for the national airline and with months and months of planning and conspiring and scenes that will fill another bestseller, she was able to smuggle him out of the country while the rest of the family left on foot with nothing the clothes on their backs and the help of what are sometimes referred to coyotes, taking every penny they had.  He was admitted to the burn unit, and great measures were taken to ensure the boy had a fighting chance.  After a long outpatient period, he was discharged to a once again, full-enough house.

With nothing but time on his hands, the boy studied—anything and everything—music, language, science, poetry, theology, philosophy.  The only polyglot, musician, and artist of his family, he eventually went on to record an album, one of the first digitally mastered projects of his diaspora, if not, all worlds.  The voice of a young man who suffered through so much physical pain still brings rivers of tears to the eyes of his loved ones he left behind, to the point they hardly can bear to listen anymore.

When the family eventually made it to the new world, he was in the middle of his adolescence, forced to enroll in school with kids that would not be kind to him in the slightest: bullying him, mocking him for his limp, teasing him about his lazy eye.  I would later find out after admitting my own flirtations with suicide, that he attempted it twice in this period, but none of his nieces and nephews to come would ever know it, given his calming and caring demeanor. 

He dropped out and got his GED, attempted to follow suit in his siblings to become a doctor, but failed to earn admission to any med schools.  He worked all sorts of jobs, excelling at everything he did.  Eventually getting into sales, video rentals first, then cars, he ended up in pharmaceuticals. Everyone loved him, his command of the English language, and that of his native tongue was unparalleled.  Not once in the memories of the children of his siblings, did he ever raise his voice, curse, badmouth, or otherwise exhibit any negative behavior nor did he ever raise his hand to us.  Just a silent look from him was all that was needed to make us forget our pride or indignation.  The most positive person anyone could ask for in any capacity of their lives, doesn’t begin to describe how much this being meant to his fellows.   

During birthdays and other excuses for family gatherings at the parks was where one truly got to see another side to him, the child he was forced to leave behind on that fateful day.  He was typically goalie, to make it easier on his all but destroyed leg, but when he was making a run, it was like a child with a smile as grand as love itself was playing with the rest of us kids. It was the greatest tragedy of all that he had none of his own, what a father he would have made.

During my own struggles, he was the confidant and mentor that went above and beyond.  Perpetually busy and covering thousands of miles a week, he always seemed to have time for me, taking drives for hours at a time so he could listen to my struggles and impart lessons when it was appropriate.  I would make an effort to remain present and hang on to every word he said, reluctant to let his Sagittarian wisdom go in one ear and out the other.  He was the most articulate and eloquent person likely in any of our lives or his own.  His perspicacity was unrivaled even to my own today.  It cannot be overstated enough how much embodied all the things the best of us strive towards. Perhaps it was his undeserved and immense suffering that allowed him to achieve such a state of benevolent zen, but on the worst of his days rife with pain, one began to understand just how much he was going through, and the respect for him only grew stronger.

In his mid-thirties, fate came knocking on his door again. The extremely thin section of flesh he had keeping his foot attached to his leg ripped open and would not stop bleeding.  Most of the muscle and skin was damaged beyond repair, and they had fused his ankle at the burn ward; his leg now resembled uncooked sausage.  He was given a choice, amputate below the knee or attempt a longshot of an operation involving grafting skin from his forearm and healthy thigh onto the gaping wound. Being one of the most pious and grateful among us, he decided to keep the leg, as his lord had bestowed the gift of life upon him, gave him his flesh and bones to discover the joys and pains of one’s time on this earth, who was he to reject one of his gifts? This well-meaning decision would later cost him everything.

After a successful surgery, things were back to normal, the family was growing bigger, he became even more successful in his career. It wasn’t until the day of his nephew’s graduation, where his absence was deeply felt that his lifelong battle for survival came to a head.  A careless gossiping aunt let slip in the car on the way to the ceremony that he was getting the results of a biopsy of a lump on his left leg, just below the knee.  Our matriarch, tough as nails, illiterate mother to over a dozen children, with a memory as sharp as blades began her decline, dreading the day she would bury her second adult soon, overwhelmed with guilt.

Rhabdomyosarcoma, an extremely rare form of cancer that is typically found in children.  Ironically enough, the company where he was currently employed specialized in anti-cancer medications, but those, we all slowly and painfully discovered would fail him too.  He fought it as hard as he could, but in the end, it became obvious he was no longer fighting for himself, but for everyone around him.  No one could be oblivious to how much pain he was in.  He avoided opiates until his last few weeks.  For a whole year, he held on to say his goodbyes.  People came from all walks of his life, near or across the globe, to pay their respects.  His eldest brother could not bear to see him in such a state so they made their peace on the phone.

One day at work, I got a call from my brother, “You need to come right now, it’s really bad, he’s going.”  I had been a nervous wreck all year, stress eating, eventually getting a cannabis recommendation and steadily self-medicating. I had no idea what to expect, but I could no longer bear to see my favorite person in the world suffering in such agony in such a sober state, I was ready to faint the entire month.  Having never contracted childhood chickenpox, he spent his last weeks experiencing that rite of passage in the most unkind manner possible, shingles.  I swear upon all that is holy, when I walked into his room, he was dying, perhaps hours left.  His eyes had lost their light, he was speaking in tongues. I thought silently, this is what it was like when The Prophet passed (peace be upon him and all of God’s messengers). 

Despite his extremely weakened and delirious state on death’s door, my selfless uncle recognized me.  The light came back to his eyes, irises appeared, and his speech returned to normal. He asked me how I was.  We talked and talked, despite his reservations, allowed his final days to be audio recorded.  He held on for another week, and all of his nephews slept on the floor around him.  I could no longer delay work and went back, but we had said our goodbyes. His second eldest brother working with the western contractors back home flew back to kiss his brother goodbye and within hours of his arrival, he faded into the ether, holding his brother and my father’s hands.

My first death, my favorite person, who was more like a big brother to me than an uncle; the bridge of understanding from one generation to another was gone.  He was the last person I never wanted to disappoint, and we were all of us lost without him.  He didn’t seem to struggle with his demise, he was completely at peace with it, to the point it infuriated some. A man who lived such an exemplary life, astounded us once again with his grace in death, even that he prolonged to make sure he could make peace with his loved ones.

After everything the family went through to get here, it is not surprising that destiny has great things planned for all of us, but it is in bearing witness to such a heroic and inspiring life full of pure love that pushes us all to persevere, to be better, to aim higher, to choose love, every single time.  I wrote a nice eulogy, tried to live by his example, but I was not able to mourn him, the tears would not fall.  Perhaps I was numb and always have been, until now.  Maybe it is him saving me again, when I am at my lowest, contemplating and end that would be most disrespectful to his memory, that I am finally able to taste the bitter salt of life’s pain.  I can only pray that this darkness passes and will make him proud.

#the narrative of slouching shytooth #⚰️⚰️⚰️ #oddlysweet

[myriad-ofmuses]

@thetraumazone

“Cal? Are you home?”

Stepping through the entranceway into the uncharacteristically dark home, she let the door close and imprint-lock behind her, shivering a little from the chill as she stepped carefully through the dark, a mental picture of the layout thankfully enough to keep her from tripping over any of the furniture, her tail sweeping along the floor as a secondary failsafe from anything unexpected that may invade her path forward.

It was strange.. seemed all the lights were out, but his vehicle was parked outside, so.. he had to be here, right? It wasn’t that late at night..

Eyelights glowing in the dark, she made her way to the living room where there seemed to be a faint light casting shadows across the wall, discovering it to be the tv - and the culprit she sought, a sprawled out lump of blanket on the couch, face mostly covered by fabric, but the light snores gave him away.

She rolled her eyes but smiled a little, then spying the assorted take-out containers that littered the coffee table and had fallen onto the floor from the askew pile, heaving a soft sigh.

“Well.. can’t kick your butt for not resting up. But this? Might be next on the list.”

With a mutter to herself, she let her mini-pack straps slip from her shoulders, lightly tossing her belongings onto the adjoining easy chair, and set about gathering the empty containers while the exhausted officer slept on, carrying them into the kitchen and filling the refuse chute to be shot off for recycling, having to take two trips to collect them all.

With that done, she took the opportunity to go on a scavenger hunt for the strewn about clothing she’d visually marked while she’d been de-cluttering the living room, gathering up uniforms and casual clothes alike, and hefting it into the laundry room to start a load to be washed.

As she worked, more worry crept up from her heart - it was very unlike Callisto to be so slovenly, normally she was the one being chastised for her untidy habits, not that she was too much of a slacker, but he was.. fastidious, to say the least, the times her lazy streak shone, he could get impatient.

This all feels.. so wrong..

She supposed she was glad that she hadn’t warned him ahead of time that she was headed back, or he never would have let her see this - just how off things had gotten in her absence. 

More reason that her being gone so long had been a mistake..?

With the house picked up and the clothes washing, she returned to the living room, glancing over to her dozing roommate with a slight puff to her cheekbones, tail whipping across the floor.

Crossing over to the couch, she dropped herself down onto the cushions, impatience and conflict read in her every motion. She knew she should let him sleep - probably.. but then, if this was depression at work and not just tire, then.. it was better to wake him, wasn’t it? But then.. she really had no way of knowing..

Growling a little in her mental quandary, she just decided to let her own impulses guide her, hunkering down on sleevies and knees - and with a wriggle of raised rear and readying tail quiver, she pounced up onto his chest, seating herself and pawing at his blanket-covered face with a sleeve.

If this didn’t wake him.. she’d chalk it up to an exhausted sleep.

“Calllli.. Wakey, wakey sleepyhead.~”

#Nessidia ; 🐾

[summerlovingbaby]

Vecna’s Curse

‘“ Uhh... Steve.” Dustin froze in his spot, his finger shaking. 

“ Mom.” Y/ N called out. 1 second ago she was at a gravesite, and now she was back at her old house, in her own town. “ Mom, is that you?” she called. It couldn’t be her mom, it was impossible. It had to be Vecna, but it sounded so real.

“ Honey... are you home?” her mother called after her.

“ Mom... what are you doing here?” she asked stupidly. This was her mothers’ house obviously.

“ YOU COULDN’T SAVE ME!” her mother shouted. When she turned around her face was covered in bruises and she had a bloody nose. “ Why didn’t you save me?”

“ What do you mean?” Y/N asked. 

“ You call yourself a hero, you spend all day protecting people, but you couldn’t save me!” her mothers voice seemed so real, but she was mean, and harsh, and was taller, towering over Y/N by about 2 feet.

“ I tried, I was only a ki-”

“ Why didn’t you help me, you should have saved me!”

“ STOP IT PLEASE YOU DON’T MEAN IT.”

“ I know why you didn’t save me, because you hate me.” she whispered. She was hurrying around the kitchen baking a peach pie. Y/N was allergic to peaches, but her dad would always make her eat them because “ he didn’t want to waste food”.

“ I don’t hate you, mom. I never hated yo-”

“ Oh but you do... hate me. You hate me because I didn’t help you, you hate me because I didn’t protect you-”

“ I don’t hate you.... mommy please stop. Please believe me.”

“ You watched me die because you resented me for not believing you.” Y/n opened her mouth to say something, but the only thing that came out was babbling like she was a child.

She felt like she was a child, she was a child back then, she was just a underweight anemic kid who tried so very hard to save her mother, but it didn’t cut it. Not when she was protecting her father.

A firm knock fell on the front door. She heard footsteps appear behind her, they were big heavy footsteps, work boots, she could recognize that sound anywhere. That dreaded sound.

“ Ohh... daddys home.” her mother chirped.

When she turned around, it wasn’t her dad, it was him. He was tall and had large feet. His skin looked like it was peeling off. Y/N didn’t know what to do, she just knew to run.

She ran towards the door, but it was boarded shut. She could hear Vecna speeking, but the blood was pumping so fast that she didn’t hear a word. She ran up the stairs , and the only door that was open was the run to the bedroom. She hid in her closet, like she did when she little.

She always hid in her closet because her dad was too lazy, fat and drunk to bother looking for her. And due to all the clothes it was almost soundproof so she could pretend that she was somewhere else.

But as soon as she stepped into the closet, she stepped right through the floorboard and fell straight down. Landing on her butt in a crowed emergency room, she quickly scrambled up, and took off to the nearest exit. It was  boarded up and she kicked at it.

Alarms went off in the next room over, and it caught her attention. It was Steve, her Steve, the Steve that she swore to protect. He had a tube down his throat and his body was jerking around and thrashing madly. His heart monitor beeping loudly.

“ You can’t protect him.” a voice echoed in her head, and bounced around her skull.

“ STEVE... STEVE.... ARE YOU OKAY, STEVE!” she shouted, tapping at the glass, trying to wake him up. He looked dead.

“ You can’t save him.” the lights started to flicker. She should have ran, but she couldn’t leave him behind. 

“ You can’t save Eddie.”

She turned around and there was her brother lying on the floor, bleeding out of his stomach. He was spitting up blood and convulsing.

“ Oh my god, Eddie.” she said running over to him. “ Eddie please be okay.” she pleaded falling to the ground next to him. “ Eddie, come on, get up, we gotta go.”

“ You cant save any of them.” The lights turned off, leaving her in darkness. They flashed back on and Eddie was gone. “ You can’t help any of them.” Vecna touched the back of her hair. She turned around and saw about a dozen hospital beds, all filled with her friends. Max, Steve, El.

“ No... no... no. I can help them. I can save them.” she pleaded, “ I can save them, I can, I can.” she was covered in blood, she could smell the metal on her hands.

“ You won’t be able to save them, like you couldn’t save your mom.” he whispered in her ear. 

She scrambled upwards, running to the nearest hospital bed. “ MAX...MAX PLEASE GET UP.”

“ When they die, the blood is gonna be on your hands.” he spoke. “ Look it already is.”

“ NO.” she pleaded falling to her knees. She couldn’t bring herself to run, he was right, she couldn’t save anyone, she was no hero no matter how much she pretended to be one. She wasn’t able to save her mom, and she wouldn’t be able to save the man that she loved. She wasn’t going to be able to save her friends. Everytime that anyone got close to her, they would get hurt. She was better off dead.

“ Y/N... its ti-”

“ If I could.” music reverberated in her head, and bounced around in her skull.  She glanced around and saw a portal to her home, the portal where Steve was waiting, he was holding on to her like she was her life line.

“ I’d make a deal with god, and get him to trade our places.”

Steve was waiting for her, just on the other side, she just had to get to him. He was right there, her friends were right there. She scrambled up running off, Vecna grabbed at her but she was able to get away.

“ Be running up that road.”

Y/N eyes popped open, and she fell back to the ground. The blood was pumping in her ears, tears were running down her face and she was breathing so hard her face was turning red.

“ Y/N... Y/N are you okay?”  Steve’s voice was the only one that she could make out amongst the voices. 

“ I...I-”

Someone was holding her, she wanted to run and hide, but the touch felt warm and comforting, and she for the first time in a while she felt safe. She stopped scrambling around and allowed herself to relax into his arms.

“You’re okay... you’re okay.”

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