#His subordinates should get to have fun once in a while

[anrisimps]

Nobles : Your dogs bite

Kishiar : No they don't ^ ^

Nobles : YES THEY DO

#He just likes fucking with those nobles for shits and giggles #He knows his cavalry very well #His subordinates should get to have fun once in a while #Shitpost™ #Turning #turning memes #Turning manhwa

[licorice-tea]

You Feel Right; Stay A Sec

Pairing: Trafalgar Law x reader

Content: pining, yearning, wanting, and needing <3 no smut just fluff! kissing and smooching, just one mention of “going further”! reader is a heart pirate and likes reading :)

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: it’s been a while since i wrote something for my man (Law <3) so i had fun with this😇☝️inspired by lyrics from the song “Hostage” by billie eilish… i love writing based on songs, it’s probably bc i have music playing 24/7 in either my headphones or on a speaker, and i just love music! so it’s easy to get inspo or create scenarios while listening to it, yk? anyway, hope you enjoy! <3

I wanna be alone

Danger around every corner, piles of work, tasks demanding his attention, and crew members in need of their captain’s opinion are all sources of constant stress for one Trafalgar Law. It’s not that he doesn’t love being a surgeon; it’s his passion, nor his crew; they’re the closest thing he has to a family now. It's just that his battery in all aspects- social, mental, physical- is constantly drained.

The only things keeping him going are steaming cups of black coffee and the rare moments of quiet before he passes out on top of his comforter. And, no matter what form the momentarily relief from life takes, it most always comes when Law is alone. He prefers it that way, anyway.

Alone with you, does that make sense?

He prefers being alone, really. Which is why nothing about you makes sense. Right off the bat, Law has felt differently around you than others. He made an effort not to show that difference in opinion no matter how strong it came to be at times.

Times like now, where sleep eludes Law despite how damn tired he is. For whatever reason, all he wants is to hold something- no, someone… you. Law wants to hold you. Or maybe you could hold him, who cares about the specifics?

Law flips on his stomach and groans into his pillow. This is new territory. He’s never wanted someone the way he wants you. A partner to hold close on nights like these, or to simply be alone with.

I wanna steal your soul

He has considered, on multiple occasions, telling you how he feels. But Law would never actually do such a thing. It would be a complicated and messy affair, surely, thanks to your positions. (His as your captain and yours as his subordinate.) And he wouldn’t want you to feel like you had to accept his confession, either.

Still… he wishes you were his, in every way a person could give themself to another.

And hide you in my treasure chest

At least you’re on his crew. You’re always nearby, should he need you, which he often does. Sometimes, Law likes to call you into his office for a made up reason. “Y/n-ya,” he’d say, “give me a rundown on tomorrow’s conditions at sea.” Though you’re not the navigator of the ship, you still know plenty about seafaring, so you’d comply. Then he’d find some other trivial matter to discuss, or offer you a new book so you could later exchange thoughts on it. Just something- anything to keep you around as long as possible. It’s so much more peaceful with you.

I don't know what to do

But how to make your role in his life a more permanent one? Law hasn’t a clue. Tonight, like many others, you sit on a couch in Law’s office. Neither of you speak, but the atmosphere is calm and comfortable.

Or it should be. Law discreetly looks your way every few minutes, then every few seconds. His eyes follow the way yours scan side to side over a page of your book. From the lines of your jaw and neck, to stray hairs falling over the curve of your cheek.

The usually undetectable tension seems to be coming to a point tonight, and Law doesn’t know how to resolve it. But he wants to, almost as much as he wants you.

So, for once in his life, he moves without much planning. Law rises from his desk and crosses the room to sit beside you. He (stiffly) puts his arm around the back of the couch. Naturally, you give him a perplexed look- it’s not like Law to suddenly reach out like this, physically or otherwise.

“Good book?”

“Yeah, thanks for recommending it.”

“For sure.”

“…Is that all?”

He nods, then pulls his hat lower over his eyes. Silently, he makes a plan to abort this failed mission.

Luckily, you stop him and take the initiative.

To do with your kiss on my neck

Law lifts his arm back off the couch and over you. But, you gently grab his wrist before he can go any farther. “Law, is there… You know you can tell me anything, right?”

Again, he simply nods. A moment of silently staring into each other’s eyes passes, and he leans forwards extremely hesitantly. Your hand moves from his wrist and tentatively rests on his shoulder. Still, Law doesn’t break eye contact (for once in his life), continuing to lean forward at a painfully slow pace. So you allow your hand to travel up to the side of his neck.

“You can kiss me.”

He nods again slightly, “I know. I- I will.”

I don't know what feels true

At long last, Law places a featherlight kiss on the corner of your lips. It’s an unsure, awkward action, but welcome nonetheless. His lips linger on yours, not quite aligned for a moment. Despite your breath being held, you allow your eyes to close and savor the feeling. You want more than this chaste kiss from him, of course, but you’d take your time with it. Law isn’t the kind of man you’d want to have a touch and go experience with. No, he’s the kind the one that you want to savor. The one that you want to take your relationship slow and steady with as he wants, and as a result get to spend even longer in his company.

When he pulls away, you can’t help but smile. Law’s parted lips close into the gentle curve of a smile as well, his usual smirk appearing much more bashful. The two of you lean back into each other. Your noses are nudged and warm breaths mingle before your lips can meet again.

But this feels right, so stay a sec

Law realizes he’s never done this before; kissing. But now, he’s hooked. He still doesn’t really know if he’s doing it correctly; if you’re enjoying the experience as much as he is, but it feels good. Therefore, he must be doing something right. Plus you only pull away from him to take breaths before immediately returning your lips to where they belong (on his), which confirms his hopes.

What started as a sweet and slow kiss ends up becoming a much hotter make out session. Months of pent up attraction and feelings for each other spill over, out of your mouth into his (and vice versa.) He’s the first to swipe his tongue across your bottom lip and get you to open up, and proceeds to groan into your mouth in a way that’s surprisingly communicative of how strongly he feels. It gets to the point where, besides your hands roaming over each others backs, you feel that your saliva must also be permanently entangled.

But all good things must come to an end. You pull back completely so that you and Law are properly facing each other, rather than within kissing range. “Law, I… We should talk about this. Before we go any farther.”

His face heats up at the implication; he hadn’t even thought that far ahead, too lost in your sweet taste, warm skin, and soft lips to do so. He nods and just murmurs, “Okay, let’s just keep doing this.”

You agree and kiss him without another word.

Yeah, you feel right, so stay a sec

When you do both finally wind down, and are left as nothing but half-sleep puddles in each other’s arms, Law murmurs something unintelligible into your hair.

Silence passes, though you can practically hear the gears in Law’s head turning. Finally, he speaks his mind. “Don’t go.”

A smile graces your features. How pleasantly surprising it is to have your captain- possibly the most closed off man you’d ever known- asking for you to stay. Of course, you hum in negation. “Wasn’t planning on it.”

His arms seem to tighten around you- though whether it’s reflexively or to keep you close, you’re unsure. “Good.” Then, Law murmurs something unintelligible against you.

“Hm?” He can feel the vibration on your lips against the side of his face more than he can hear it. That’s how closely you’re pressed into him.

Law clears his throat. “You feel right.”

“So do you.”

#fanfic #one piece x reader #one piece #one piece x you #x reader #law x reader #law x you #law fluff #law x y/n #trafalgar d law x reader #trafalgar law

[slvt4em1lyprenti2s]

Do I make you nervous?

Originally published on my wattpad: slvt4em1lyprenti2s

Summary: Unit Chief em noticed that you get a little flustered around her and she picks up on your crush 

Word Count: 1.9k

Fluff, (kissing)

Pairings: Emily Prentiss x fem!reader

!NOT PROOFREAD!

(ik it's chief em but Derek and Spencer are still gunna be in the BAU)

Emily's pov:

I walked to the round table as I just got notified about a case out in Montana and had called in the team. I was setting out everyone's tablets and got Garcia to send them the case information.

I heard some shuffling behind me and footsteps approaching the room. I turned around and saw y/n, she's a younger agent that joined the team around 2 years ago. She's an amazing profiler and has adapted to the team well, although she always seems to be a bit nervous around me. I'm not sure if it's because I'm her boss, or maybe she finds me intimidating? I'm not sure. 

"Hey!" she says in her usually cheery voice.

"Hi, you got here quick." I say surprised at her speed, I only called them in like, 10 minutes ago.

"Yeah, I was in the area, so I just came in." She was looking everywhere but my eyes and a rosey tint stained her face. I smirked to myself as she set down her coffee cup and took a seat. 

Reader pov:

Oh my god. Could she be anymore hot? Like I know she's my boss and quite a bit older than me but, hey, a girl can dream. She can obviously feel my stare and turns round to look at me, I instantly avert my gaze to the tablet in front of me and start flicking through the crime scene photos. 

"Y/n/n, can I ask you something?" She asks as she stalks closer to me. Heat rises up my neck and into my face once again. 

"Uh- uhm yeah ofc course." At that moment Garcia walks through the door completely oblivious (which is very strange, she notices everything) of all the tension she just walked in on. 

"Okay so, the case was sent to the tablets 15 minutes ago, the jet is ready and everyone should be here- oh y/n/n hi!" her voice lifting my mood instantly. Pen has that effect on everyone she meets and I love that about her. 

"Hi Pen!" I reply just as enthusiastically, happy to have the previous conversation interrupted.

Once Garcia had come in she was closely followed by: Spencer, Rossi, Tara, Derek and JJ. We all sit down, ready to be briefed about the case.

"Okay so we're going to the one and only Treasure state of Montana my crime fighting friends..." 

Time skip to when they're in Montana:

Emily pov:

Me and y/n are setting up in the local PD while everyone else is out at either, crime scenes, disposal sights or interviewing witnesses. I chose for her to stay with me because she's been acting weird around me ever since she joined the team but, it's been getting worse recently. I was going to ask her about it in the meeting room earlier but, we were interrupted by Garcia. 

"Can you pass me the photos from the scene?" She asks, looking at me with those gorgeous y/e/c eyes. She's your subordinate Emily Jesus- I mean she's been acting weird but that doesn't mean she likes you! I look around in the case box and pull out the photos, she had shifted her position so she was now not facing me. I walked over and brushed my hands over her lower back and handed them to her. Her head snapped round to face me as she took the photos. Her fingers danced over mine as she took them from my hand. I see her blushing as she smiles and look back to the board. This is going to be fun.

Reader pov:

HUH? Her hand brushed and lingered on my back and she touched my hand as she gave me the photos. God I don't know if I'm reading too far into this. I really hope I'm not. 

I begin pinning up the photos as Derek and Spencer walk in the room.

"You got something?" Emily asks them expectantly.

"Yeah, a plate from the vehicle the UnSub used to kidnap Sarah Johnston. 24Y-FTX." Spencer said as he picked up his phone, presumably to call Garcia.

"Already? So this is going to be over quite quick then, huh?" Derek looks over and nods as Garcia's voice rung out from Reid's phone. 

"The car is registered to a Gary Solomon, and Ive got a home address and he's unemployed so no work address! Sending it to you now!" Pen hung up as we checked our phones.

"Get JJ, Rossi and Tara to meet us there." Emily tells Morgan as we all walk to the SUV's. Derek and Spencer get into one, leaving the other to me and Emily. Great. 

We climb into the car and speed off in the direction of the house. I can feel Emily's eyes on me at points but I choose to ignore her and focus on saving the girl he took. 

We pull up to the house and get ready with the team to storm it, going in our original groups, me and em round the back, JJ, Rossi take the left, Tara and Spencer take the right, and Derek breaks down the door and goes in the front. We go in through the back, Emily in front of me and we begin our sweep through the house. Doors are swung open and signals are passed left and right. 

"Hey, stop a sec." Emily says holding up her hand. I hear a faint creaking of floorboards to our left. I raise my gun and point it down the dark hallway of the house. We being walking down it, slowly as to not give away our position. 

"Look out!" I hear Emily say before she grabs me by my hips and pulls me flush against her. I hear a bullet whistle past my ear. I lift my gun and shoot the guy a few times before he drops to the ground. 

A sigh of relief escapes my mouth as Morgan simultaneously radios in that they found the girl. It takes me a second to realise Emily is still gripping my hips and that if I were to move an inch closer our lips would touch. I clear my throat and break away from her warmth as I go to check the guy is gone. As I suspect, he's dead so we call in the ambulance crew to pick him up. 

"Good work here today guys, the jet isn't leaving till the morning as it's too late right now but, I think we could all do with a little sleep. Garcia booked a hotel just down the street so let's get going." A chorus of 'thank god's' and 'good, I didn't want to sleep in the jet' rippled through the night air as we made our way to the SUV's once again.

Time skip to when they're at the hotel:

Emily pov: 

I walk over to the front desk and ask for the reservations made under the name Prentiss, and the lady at the desk tells me there's been 4 rooms booked, two double and two single as they were sold out of everything else. Instantly JJ and Tara, and Spencer and Derek pair up and run to grab the keys for the double room and speed off before we can argue. I look at Rossi and can see he clearly doesn't want to share a room which I totally understand and hand him a key to his own room. 

"Looks like we're roommates for the night," I say to the y/h/c standing next to me. As soon as I said it she averted her eyes from raking up my body to the floor. She muttered something I couldn't quite make out but I chose to not push due to her demeanour, something about us sharing a room is making her nervous and I think I know exactly what. We step into the lift and I click the floor we're on, y/n was slightly in my way as I did it so I help her waist to get lean over her, I felt her tense and the relax under my touch. I stand beside her as we start our silent ascent to our floor.

Reader pov: 

I'm sharing a room, with one bed, with Emily Prentiss. If I wasn't so helplessly attracted to her I'd be okay, but, I'm helplessly attracted to her so... 

We walk to our room and she swipes the key card to let us in. There isn't even a sofa to sleep on. Great, so we're definitely sharing a bed. 

We move silently as we change and do our nighttime routines. Emily starts walking towards me as I brush my hair in the full length mirror.

"I never got to ask you that question you know," My breath catches in my throat at the proximity. I can feel her hot breath on my neck, and her hands ghost over my waist as she speaks. I stiffen at the touch and look away. "Do I make you nervous?" I dryly swallow as I look at her.

"What would you do if I said yes?" 

"You'll have to find out." 

I turn around and meet her eyes, her hands are now firmly planted on my waist, her grey hair falling perfectly over her shoulders and her pyjama tanktop capturing her figure perfectly. My arms find their way around her neck as I lean in a little bit closer, her nose brushes over mine as I do so.

"Yes, you do." I whisper, feeling my breath fan over her lips. 

As soon as I finish my sentence she closes the gap in a soft, slow kiss. It's warm and comforting, as our lips dance together as if we've done this a thousand times before. The cage of butterflies in my stomach doubles and she puts her right hand on my cheek and starts caressing my face as she deepens the kiss by running her tongue over my bottom lip and asking for entrance, which I gladly gave. Our tongues fight for dominance, and she quickly wins that battle. She explores my mouth, not leaving an inch untouched. I happily sigh into the kiss, who knew she felt the same way? Air begins to become a problem and we pull away. Her dark eyes, stare at me for a moment before pulling me back in to peck my lips once more.

"When we get back home, do you want to go on a date with me?" Emily seems nervous to ask the question, which I find weird for two reasons: one, is the em is never nervous and two, her tongue was just down my throat, what does she think? 

"I'd love to em." I smile ear to ear as I get pulled into her warm embrace.

"C'mon let's go to sleep, it's getting late." I agree with her as we slip under the covers, our bodies mould together as if we were two puzzle pieces sliding into place. She was behind me, spooning me and she had her arms wrapped tight around me. I had my head under hers and one my arms are tangled with hers as they wrap around me. She kisses the crown of my head as I drift of to sleep, my only thought being that this, us, it just feels right. 

She's my person.

A/N: lmao sleep deprived and had motivation sorry if it isn't great, DONT FORGET TO LEAVE REQUESTS!!!

#wlw #lesbian #sapphic #lesbian pride #wlw fanfic #wlw pride #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss x you #emily prentiss x y/n #emily prentiss #emily prentiss x female reader #criminal minds fic #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction

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Act 1, and Leshy's relationships with the other Scrybes

There was a post on here a while ago about Leshy outright hating Magnificus more than P03, and one interesting observation was that he cuts the Wolf's stats, but boosts the Stoat's. I think there's more you can gather from Leshy designing around the other Scrybes, though:

GRIMORA:

Leshy seems to be the most amiable with Grimora. Yes, I think this probably comes a bit from the dev finding their aesthetics and gameplay styles easier to pair up, but I think's its also a little bit because she values fun quite strongly, which meshes well with his focus on lore: both things that aren't purely gameplay based unlike the weirder mechanics of the west-side Scrybes.

Similar to Leshy in act 2, none of her puzzles really cause any harm to her subordinates. It's meant to be some fun flavour plot for the player to engage their brains with before the battles. Honestly, the amount of times she says 'Marvelous!' alone should convince you of her priorities (outside of destroying the world!)

Leshy goes out of his way to design a totally new card for Grimora, which doesn't appear anywhere in act 2 or Kaycee's mod.

It's the only one with a sigil on it - it's a fragile card, but it requires more actual strategy than playing the non-sigil Wolf and Stoat.

One line of dialogue remarks that he wishes he had kept Grimora around, as she was at least a worthy challenger.

He says that the Stinkbug is weak, but other than that accepts you having it in your deck. Compare that to him absolutely hating the Stunted Wolf on sight.

If you look closely in the finale, Grimora has an insect crawling across the table in her campaign. I don't know if it's really a stinkbug, persay, but it's an interesting parallel to his choice of her species.

Someone has said before that there are notably more insect cards than any other species in act 1, which also plays into him being closer to her than the others.

Bones are literally the secondary currency in his campaign, whereas energy doesn't appear at all, and sigils are limited to a single map event.

stinkyyyy

MAGNIFICUS:

Between Leshy actively saying he hates Mag's card once you first get it (versus one line about the Stinkbug being weak), and him literally stabbing the guy's eye out, it's safe to say Leshy fucking hates this guy. I've seen different theories on this, between the clashing gameplay and Leshy being kinder to his subordinates, but the one I've thought was the most interesting was that Magnificus is arguably, the most powerful Scrybe.

He's the only one who does have a plan to get Leshy's takeover back to normal, and the other two Scrybes are desperate for you to find him in act 1 because of it. He has future vision, he writes letters to the others warning about potential takeovers, and you never see him scrounge for the OLD_DATA. correction in reblogs: i think it is mentioned that he has

I've always read Leshy's feelings towards Mag as jealousy, mixed with clashing ideologies. I don't think there's a single moment where the two agree on anything outside of act 3.

I don't have much to say on his card, gameplay-wise, as you get it very late. Honestly most of the Stunted Wolf's design is just foreshadowing that Leshy beat this guy up and stabbed out his eye, lmao, but it's still interesting to note that:

The Stunted Wolf is one of those cards that's a variant of another one (i.e. Wolf Cub/Wolf, Mantis God/Mantis), but it's notably the only one whose stats are worse than its predecessor.

At the same time, it only costs one blood, and it's the only 2-attack card to have that. Gameplay wise, this is to balance things out, but it hints towards Magnificus having been much more powerful in the past. Like it makes you ponder how fucking good it would be to start off with a one-blood 3-2 card.

Magnificus's only other gameplay feature in act 1 is the sacrificial alters (given his association with magic and sigils). These are fucking busted. God I wish I could have four sigils on a card in Kaycee's mod.

P03:

Leshy seems to not think very much of P03 (both in the sense of not acknowledging it and thinking it's not a good designer), but doesn't seem completely unwilling to work with him. I'd argue he's not really hostile towards P03, just very aggressively trying to push it into his own ideal of the world.

In Kaycee's mod, Leshy refers to him as a rival and not an enemy, which I think gives a good basis for interpreting how he views it. P03's breakup speech snapping at Leshy in act 2 is ultimately what gets him to question his intentions at all.

The mention that the stoat's suffering was real during the tutorial isn't really ever brought up again by Leshy. It's interesting to think about in hindsight, given that P03 being a robot means its the least likely to have experienced pain out of the four.

Combined with P03's remark that Leshy keeps him around just to suffer, and the later remark in act 2 that he thinks that it is noble to be a beast card, "even one as lowly as a stoat," this implies that Leshy's at the very least trying to get P03 used to his world, and almost hopes that he'll come to like it.

The unbuffed stoat is a really terrible card. All the 1-2 cards have some sort of gimmick to them to make them playable, but the normal stoat just doesn't at all. The buff to 1-3 is a gift from Leshy to P03, despite everything. It implies he at least thinks there's something that can be salvaged between them, in his own view.

And like. The buffed stoat is so so useful in act 1. The extra HP means it can take a hit from so many more cards and it's a solid foundation for basically any run.

The stoat's the only one of the talking cards without an animal family. Of course it is! Nature and technology are usually thematic opposites, especially compared to magic and death. P03 doesn't fit in here, but Leshy is still clearly trying to make it a foundational card in his campaign.

#inscryption spoilers #inscryption #inscryption analysis #inscryption leshy #dots dots dots #i may have needed to rewatch the finale bc i was unsure if the stinkbug was canon or only a grimora mod thing #anyways idk if anyone will read this but these guys are so fascinating and I need an actually decent take of them out on tumblr #so i guess i will have to do it myself.

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hello its dazai anon I'm currently thinking about subordinate au dazai so here i go

ive been imagining that in the verison of events where dazai catches feelings for darling cuz they (despite the many many reasons they'd have to let him suffer and die) took care of him while he was injured, that dazai would be very interested in paying that forward at some point.

when dazai first finds out that his favorite subordinate is terribly sick or badly injured and is gonna be out for a while, his mind immediately jumps to how... nice it might be to take care of them. well, actually the first thing is mind jumps to is a million worse case scenarios where they die and hes alone for the rest of his life but once he recovers from THAT panic attack he moves on to nursing plans. hed probably think it's a foolproof plan for having darling finally start warming up to him (especially if chuuya has recently gained some ground in that area), i mean, he likes YOU cuz you take care of him, it only makes sense that youd start liking him for the same reason! also he just... REALLY enjoys the thought of being your nurse. 1) since you're sick/in pain if he decides he wants to ask you a million questions or make you play games with him or kiss you a thousand times you can't run away 2) isn't it kind of. domestic? to take care of someone like that? he can almost pretend the two of you are actually together when he does this.

I should note that dazai isn't like. a medical expert or anything of that sort BUT since he has (mostly) good intentions in this escapade hed be willing to listen to advice from others or direct requests from you. except asking him to leave or get off you he won't ever do that but most other things. also he's still. dazai while this is going on so expect a lot of needless mockery about how weak and useless you are, but then in the same timeframe thinking about what might happen if you die and clinging onto you in complete hysterics. frankly hes just making everything worse all the time but thats dazai!

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i couldnt take myself seriously while writing this T^T

when you don't show up for your usual shift with dazai, he's already on edge. he immediately thinks that you must be avoiding him—or that chuuya must have charmed you away with the promise of a day with no dazai. was it because of the time he hung you upside down? that was eons ago and hadn't he already made up for it with the numerous fun (dangerous) and exciting (life-threatening) adventures (escaping from yet another person dazai angered) he's taken you on?

but then he sees chuuya walking around on his own, and you don't show up again the next day, and now he's sure that something was very wrong. which is why, his first response was to show up at your door. maybe, if you were able to answer the door, you'd be terrified at the sight of dazai with his face pressed up to the window desperate for any sight of you, but as you were now, you were far too exhausted to even receive him, so naturally, after numerous attempts at slamming the doorbell, he let himself in.

the sight of you, so tired and incoherent, surrounded by tissues and water bottles, initially made him let out a huge sigh in relief. you weren't avoiding him! you were just bedridden—wait, was that because he insisted you help him find his wallet in the river the night before? was it his fault you were ill?

after the initial guilt, dazai jumps into action. you, as tired as you were, couldn't provide any more protest apart from a few grumbling words at the sight of dazai rummaging in your home, but he was unbothered, dedicated to his new temporary position as your personal nurse.

dazai wasn't too unfamiliar with runny noses and sore throats. for the most part, he was sure you weren't dying and he was somewhat confident in his ability to nurse you back to health. and surprisingly, you didn't seem too mad at his presence, begrudgingly allowing him to spoonfeed you soup that was far too salty.

honestly, this experience made him a little nostalgic, thinking back to oda taking care of him after their first encounter. but also, you were surprisingly quiet when you were sick, not the same silent anger you normally radiated, but just quiet. he didn't mind it all that much, though, since the first night he stayed over, you were so deliriously ill that he definitely took advantage of your state and asked you all sorts of questions that you'd normally ignore. half your answers didn't really make sense, but they served to be pretty entertaining deciphering games when you were fast asleep and he was bored.

the real fun only started when you started getting better. for one, you looked horrified at the sight of him prancing around in your apron and messing with your kitchen, but because you were able to answer him coherently, it was all the more entertaining. while waiting for your water to boil, dazai would offer to read your journal out loud, sing you a lullaby in the middle of the day, and even dare to ask if a kiss would make you feel better. and then he'd provide commentary on every object in your home.

the ease with which he navigated your home and the familiarity with which he handled your things did send some alarms blaring in your head, but what could you do in your current state?

any attempts at protesting his presence are fruitless. even if you claimed he might get sick from hanging around you, dazai would only laugh.

"i'm not as weak as you," he'd say, "i won't get sick. and if i wasn't here you'd probably be dead by now. besides, if i get sick, guess who'd going to have to come to take care of me?"

somewhere during his response, dazai managed to stick himself closer to you, a hand wiping at your clammy forehead. if at all you seemed to not get better, dazai immediately jumps to threatening you, saying that if you didn't get better, if you died on him, he'd never forgive you, promising to make sure that your ghost will be stuck with him. and that's about the best incentive to get better.

#ask 🐟 #anon 🐟 #dazai 🩹 🐟 #dazai 🐟 #drabble 🐟 #yandere bungo stray dogs x reader #yandere bsd x reader #yandere bungou stray dogs #yandere bungo stray dogs #yandere bsd #yandere dazai x reader #yandere dazai #yandere dazai osamu #dazai osamu x reader #dazai x reader #subordinate au 🐟

[yes-i-write-fanfiction]

What if Sentinel prime just straight up turn into a little kitten one day just out of nowhere while on earth. How would the elite guard and Optimus's crew react to this.

Sentinel-Kitty retains his bot mind but has a hard time controlling his new cat instincts. One second he's screeching because he stepped in a puddle and now his fur is wet and the next he's chasing laser pointers. He straight up considered walking into traffic after he coughed up a hairball for the first time.

-Remember how Optimus laughed when Sentinel was just a head? Yeah, he's laughing his aft off, especially when Sentinel-Kitty makes the most unhappy expression his little cat face can manage. Still, once he's calmed down, he's going to do what he can to help turn Sentinel back to normal. Until then he'll try and take care of his former friend. Feed him, house him, all that jazz. Of course, Optimus' going to have some fun in the meantime as well. So many cat-puns, cutesy nicknames.

-Ratchet straight up sticks Sentinel-Kitty into a cat carrier the moment he starts acting up. Makes fun of Sentinel for now being one of the organics that he so despise and jokes that maybe this will serve as a life lesson. Hah! Fat chance, Sentinel will never learn. Part of Ratchet honestly wishes that Sentinel will stay a cat forever since he's way easier to handle this way. At least like this he can't say anything stupid.

-Bumblebee laughs and points of a long, long time. He bends over, slaps his knee, coughs due to how hard he's laughing. A lot of cat jokes, most of them absolutely trash. Keeps trying to poke Sentinel-Kitty, provoking him, only to earn some scratches and bites in retaliation. Quickly grows bored of pestering Sentinel-Kitty and moves on to more entertaining stuff.

-Now Bulkhead, while he can see the humor in the situation, is mainly kinda jealous of Sentinel-Kitty's whole situation. Being a cat looks like a lot of fun! Lazing around all day, laying in the sun, chasing birds and all that. Thinks Sentinel-Kitty is super cute and says that a lot, which makes Sentinel super mad. Tries to feed him cat food but accidentally gives him enough food to feed at least 20 cats.

-Prowl, like Bulkhead, is also jealous of Sentinel's sudden transformation. What an opportunity, to see the world from the point of view of a cat. How different would it be? What knowledge would he gain? Such an experience is wasted on someone like Sentinel. But at the same time, Prowl also finds the situation hilarious. That's some serious karma right there. Does not spend a lot of time with Sentinel-Kitty but whenever they cross paths he makes a snarky comment about his situation.

-While Ultra Magnus does not particularly like Sentinel, he does value him as a subordinate. Reversing Sentinel's sudden transformation is in the autobot's best interest. Until then, however, he is off duty. He is a liability like this and should be kept out of way least he get accidentally trampled.

-As much as he tries to keep it in, Jazz can't hide his amusement. A small smirk and a quiet snort of laughter escapes him. Makes a couple of jokes but honestly does his best to calm Sentinel down and assure him that this whole thing is only temporary. Sneaks pets from Sentinel-Kitty whenever he can.

-The jettwins, Jetfire and Jetstorm, are completely unhelpful. First, they laugh. Then, they make light of the situation. Similar to Bumblebee, they poke and prod at him, pull at his tail and pet him too harshly. They don't mean to be cruel, they just have no clue on how to take care of cats.

#transformers imagine #transformers animated #sentinel prime #optimus prime #ratchet #bumblebee #bulkhead #prowl #ultra magnus #jazz #jettwins #jetfire #jetstorm #catformers

[hitomisuzuya]

Suzu its time... I would like to request you to write whatever you want and go crazy with it!! I honestly dont have any restrictions unless its 3somes/4somes etc (i get uncomfortable reading those types of fics) but other than that by all means go write till your heart desires 😋❤️❤️❤️ please have fun with my daily request!

Fatui!Scaramouche x Fatui!fem!reader. Smut. Consensual Somnophilia in an established relationship. Some Yandere themes because I wanted test myself. I have Yandere!Kazuha ask in in inbox. It's nothing heavy though. I won't write the crazy shit like kidnapping and forced captivity. Slight mention of violence but nothing big.

A/n: Really👀? Just those two restrictions? I exercised some restraint because I am afraid this is going to make you nervous. Here is the wind up and the pitch. I hope you and everyone reading enjoys. I hope this wasn't too much😭

At first, Scaramouche wondered if you even had the disposition to be in the Fatui. You were normally quiet and sweet, rarely lashing out at your subordinates. (He didn't know how you did it, really.)

He was instantly curious when he'd heard you had a reputation, and Scaramouche really wanted to know where it came from. You even cooed at stray animals, playing fetch with a few children in the village near a Fatui safehouse one day.

Color him impressed when he found out you were the Fatui's best interrogator. The first time he watched you work, he quite frankly was a little in love at first site. He didn't think that was possible. Scaramouche was glad it took a little bit for the person to crack and sing like a canary because that meant he could watch you do your thing a little longer.

And what was more exhilarating to him is that you never let anyone live, telling him coldly as you wiped blood off your hands that you couldn't have them running back and spilling your whereabouts in case anyone wanted revenge. He knew it wouldn't matter if they did suss you out in the name of revenge. They were going to die anyways, you were a force to be reckoned with your Pyro vision and your sword.

"I'm doing them a favor." You hated people like he did.

Little did you know, he learned your schedule by heart everyday after that, keeping a copy folded in his pocket.

He eventually had you transferred to his squad. Scaramouche liked being able to choose when you had days off. It increased his chances of getting to see and be intimate with you. He liked having you all to himself whenever he wanted.

Scaramouche was sitting next to you on your bed. You'd been zonked out for about an hour now, not even moving once. There was still a little blood caked underneath your fingernails leftover from a job, making him lick his lips. You'd even told him to drop by if he saw you sleeping, telling him you wouldn't mind if he wanted to indulge himself a little while you slept.

About six months into your relationship he did just that. Rolling you over onto your back, he pushed your panties aside, rubbing your clit before burying them inside of you. He shivered at how wet you felt. "You are tempting me on purpose, aren't you?" He whispered.

You shifted a little in your sleep. "You really should lock your door if you are going to sleep looking like that," the pace of his fingers increased, making you moan quietly in your sleep.

"Just give me a spare key to your quarters," he continued, fondling one of your bare breasts, pinching your nipple. "I will fuck anyone up if they saw you like this. In fact, I won't allow it." He glared slightly down at you. "You belong to me now."

Scaramouche felt himself getting hard the more you moaned. Ahhh, you sounded so pretty. You were his and he was yours. He wasn't going to share you anyone.

He didn't have to ask you twice when he asked you to come with him when he betrayed the Fatui. You were so sweet, so loyal.

Remember, he didn't exactly play well with others.

#genshin impact #genshin smut #scaramouche #scaramouche smut #genshin imagines #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x y/n #fem!reader

[quinloki]

hi!! sending a kinky op ask for drake and mihawk!

how do you think they’d feel about:

- pegging

- breeding

- dynamics (dom/sub, captain/subordinate, predator/prey, stuff like that!)

love ur writing sm! <3

Oh thank you for the compliment <3 ^_^

Hmmm... X Drake huh? >.> I think that's a new one \o/ (Drake makes me think of Page One... I have a bit of a soft spot for that one.) AHEM, but yeah, I can do this.

Dynamics is an interesting one too \o/ That'll be fun to answer.

We'll do these by character, but I'mma do Mihawk first, cause I can xD

Dracule Mihawk:

Pegging - I dunno - He's not against it, not completely, but you'd have to have a powerful top/dom streak in you in order to convince him. He'll turn the conversation and the momentum in his favor again and again, "pegging" you instead of the other way around. It'd be a battle of wills, and not an uncomfortable one, you're not going to upset him with persistence, you're just going to have to keep - uh - training, if you want to see it happen XD

Breeding - Yes - I can see Mihawk as a family man for sure (to wit - you don't need to get pregnant for a breeding kink! Aggressive practicing/filling can be all that's entailed. I can just see Mihawk being a family man). I can also see him as someone who likes to mark his partner as his own without leaving permanent marks. From watching bruising kisses fade, to admiring his seed dripping out of you, he just adores all the small ways you give yourself to him. If kids happen because of it, then so be it, he'll fill the role as best as he can, and in the meantime he'll continue to fill you up all the days you stay within his arms.

Dynamics - not really a way to rate this one, per se, but Mihawk is more Dom energy than sub, I'd say a solid 80% dom 20% switch (Quin you should say "sub", no, I said what I said <3 )

He's 100% predator and 0% prey, and surprisingly 60/40 for Top/Bottom. Other dynamics can follow the Dom/Sub vibe, or even the Top/Bottom vibe, but he's not going to play the role of servant or subordinate to anyone without a battle of wills.

X Drake :

Pegging - Yes - It's more likely he's going to be riding you, vs you riding him in this situation, but he's not against it. He's been undercover for a good while, and that's put him in a lot of situations where he's had to be flexible. That kind of thinking as led to him being pretty open-minded across the board, and even in the bedroom. He has a preference for being in control, but there's not a lot of hard no's for him either.

Breeding - FUCK Yes - Specifically he loves this when he's dealing with a long-term partner. His job keeps him away and on the move, so when he has time to spend with you he wants to make it count. He can get a little feral about it too, filling you up over and over until you've lost count how many times he's pumped you full.

He's surprisingly (or not so surprisingly) sweet afterward, once it's out of his proverbial system. He'll take good care of you, and treat you so softly the next day. If you're raw from his actions the night before he'll pull pleasure from the parts of you that aren't.

Dynamics - When it comes to Dom/sub, Drake's 99% Dom. There's that drop in there somewhere that's negotiable, but it's very very small. He scrambles sometimes to stay in control, and often times he has to let go of it for a job to progress, so in the bedroom he's not giving up the reigns any time soon.

Top/Bottom is 50/50, but just because he's bottom'ing doesn't mean he isn't dom'ing. Predator is 100% - maybe if he didn't have the devil fruit he'd have some variance, but he's a predator. Enough so that he generally prefers to avoid Primal Play because he doesn't want his instincts to rush in and take over.

Interestingly he fills the role of subordinate very well. More of a butler-willing-to-do-things style than say a pet. He'll have you bending to his will even as he seems to answer to yours.

Kinky one piece head canons

#kinky one piece head canon #x drake #dracule mihawk #x reader #mihawk x reader #x drake x reader

[ladybellissima]

Finding Love Katakuri x Reader Part 10

"Damn it you little beast!"

Forceful he grabbed (Y/N)'s hair and pushed her to the ground.

"You will pay for biting my hand.", he hissed and smacked her across the face. The pain burnt on her cheeks, while she started to feel lightheaded.

Days? Or just some hours? She lost the track of time, while she fighted over and over again to avoid of being touched by this disgusting man. How long would she be able to endure it. She couldn't sleep, couldn't drink or eat, while her body was on high alert all the time. She knew that they wanted to break her. To loose the will to go on and becoming a puppet. (Y/N) bite her lips hardly to surpress a crying shout of pain.

"I won't give up… Never…", she hissed frustrated.

Pulling her up by her hair and close to his face he licked across her cheek and enjoyed her pitful whimper.

"How sweet… You will obey me and do as I say.", he whispered seductively.

"and we have a little fun.", he added, while hovering over her.

"See it as a training for your future job.", he laughed amused about her struggling. (Y/N)'s hatred against the bandit raise and with all she got she pushed the man away from her and kicked him hard into his manhood. Gasping he fall backwards and she was able to crawl away from him.

"Never will I obey you…."

The bandit was cursing and ready to punch some senses into her, but the clicking sound of the cell door let him stop in his tracks.

"Damn it. I told you to not punch her. How will we get a good price, if she looks like that! Let me see.", the captain shouted angered.

Walking closer to her pitful form on the floor, he gave her an intense look. Disgusted (Y/N) turned away from them and hugged herself shaken.

" even in this condition this maid is quite beautiful… How should we call you? Hmm… What's your name? Maybe I like it and you are allowed to keep it", he asked amused, while his crew member came to his side looking angered.

"She tried to get away with the lie that she is Katakuri's wife. How pathetic.", the bandit laughed.

Her name was the only thing she had left in this cruel world and never would she loose that too. Turning towards the men, she slowly got up.

"Believe it or not. My name is (Y/N) Charlotte. Wife of Katakuri Charlotte." she spoke with as much power in her voice, which she was able to.

Sweat rolled down the captain's forehead. Taking his subordinate by the collar, he dragged him out of the cell and smashed him against the wall outside.

" Have you any prove that her story is a lie?", he asked pissed.

"Come on captain. It's obvious. Katakuri Charlotte? Married?", he tried to joke, but the captain got more and more serious.

"I told you to get rare flour or fruits and maybe money. Things, which could be sold easy and with a high price. Things, which they wouldn't come after the moment we leave their territory. If she is really his wife, we are screwed!! Big mom is known for political marriages. It could be true you idiot. They will inform their outposts and we won't be able to leave. Now that I think of it, she didn't wear a servant uniform either. We have to get rid of her to show we are not the target. Selling her would be too dangerous and difficult.", he shouted furiously.

"Captain you don't know if it's true.", the bandit tried to calm him down, but a sudden shadow, which hovered over them let him shut his mouth quickly. Seeing the frightened face of his crew member, the captain turned around and gasp. Crimson eyes looked down to them dangerously, stabbing them like knifes.

"Where is she?", his voice deep and scaring the shit out of them.

"Ka.. Katakuri… Charlotte…", the captain stuttered and fell down on his knees. Shaken he looked for a way to escape, but knew all too well that no one was able to get away, once he was targeted by him. Nevertheless out of instinct he crawled away from him and stopped in his tracks after seeing his whole crew dead on the floor. A huge trail of blood leaded to Katakuri, who looked like he had bathed in it.

"You monster….how could you find us so quickly… ", he spoke shocked and was grabbed by his neck roughly. Pulling him up to his level Katakuri looked angered into his face.

"One last time. Where. Is. My. Wife."

"He took her. It was one of my crew members. I didn't order it. He took her for his pleasure. I just found out. Please spare my life.", the captain pleaded, while pointing to the other bandit, who quickly rushed inside. Alone saying "for his pleasure" let Katakuri's blood boil.

" Give me 1 minute and you will plead for your death. "

(Y/N) laid on the floor breathing heavily. Her condition was getting worse. Closing her eyes she just wanted to sleep. She couldn't stay awake any longer, but loosing the control or maybe getting unconscious was too risky. A sudden scream let her shiver of fear and she crawled into a corner to hide. God was she tired and exhausted. Her door cell was pushed open and the bandit from before entered terrifyed. Shocked (Y/N) pressed her body against the wall, wishing she could just disappear. Frustrated he searched for her in the darkness and it didn't take him long to stop at her weak form.

"Come here…", he growled, while lifting her up and pressing a knife against her neck. The screams of agony stopped and a unbearable silence surrounded them. (Y/N) didn't understand what was going on. His frightened state let her get terrifyed too. She only knew that he used her to survive, but from what?

The sound of breaking wood echoed through the corridor. Step after step someone was coming closer and let her kidnapper shake of fear. (Y/N) focused on the open cell door and suddenly two crimson eyes appeared in the darkness. Her heart raced and tears rolled down her face. This couldn't be real. Gasping she watched Katakuri enter her prison. For a moment she could see his eyes widen, after locking eyes with her. His aura got dangerous and let the room tremble. The air got thick and unbearable to breath. His power and hate was immense that the bandit fall to his knees and (Y/N) fell to the floor. Weakly she tried to move, but couldn't. Katakuri saw (Y/N)'s bruised body and quickly grabbed the man, who dared to touch her. Screaming and pleading for his life like the others he smashed him against the wall roughly. Coughing up blood, the bandit looked terrifyed into Katakuri's face.

"I am struggling with the way to kill you. For every touch, every pain you will pay…", he spoke coldly and smashed him out of the cell. Turning to his wife, he kneeled down to her shaken body. Eyes closed she hid her face in her hands, while sobbing miserably of relief and pain. She was so happy to see him. At the same time it was also frustrating, confusing and painful. Cursing under his breath he hold back badly not to loose his nerves. He hated himself for not being there. For not protecting her. Reaching out his hand, he slowly and as soft as he could, brushed through her dirty hair with his fingers.

"Give me a moment (Y/N)…", he whispered strained and got up to finish his goal. (Y/N) cried bitterly, while the last bandit of the black bandits screamed in agony and lost his life. Coming back he found his wife still laying on the floor, too weak to get up. Her look was exhausted. She couldn't move and just locked eyes with his pained expression. He really came all the way to get her. She was so relieved and shocked at the same time, that she didn't know what to say. Would he be angry again? Shout at her for being so stupid to get caught? Would her life get back to the desperate one she had before? Living under his cold expression?

Kneeling down beside her, he took off his gloves and slowly brushed her tears away. His touch was soft and warm on her cold skin, which let her body tremble more.

"you came…", her voice sounded rough. His look fell onto her legs, torn clothes, bruised arms and let his body shake of sadness and anger.

"did you think I wouldn't?", he asked hurt, while taking off his leather jacket to put it on her body like a blanket. Surprised of his calm attitude she grabbed the leather fabric for support.

"Yeah sure you would…because of our arrangement…but still I wasn't sure.. ", she sobbed bitterly again, while avoiding his saddened look. God he hated himself to make her feel this way.

"I think you don't want me by your side… I am just a burden. Everything I do makes you angry… " she whispered strained. It was hard to speak about it at that moment, but she didn't know what to do anymore. Everything was so confusing. His calm side, his cold side, this life. Sighing deeply Katakuri took her chin softly to turn her face to his strong look. He thought deeply about what to say. So many things were on his mind, but seeing her exhausted state, he knew that she needed recovery quickly, but one thing he had to say, which he never said with so much emotion.

"(Y/N)… I am so sorry. Please forgive me… "

It was the first time (Y/N) saw this strong and brave man shaken slightly. Taking her hand in his, he closed his eyes, while bowing down before her. It was so hard for him to show emotions, which he was afraid of, but for her he would learn to open up again. He would do anything to not loose her again. His words were full of regret and frustrated feelings, that (Y/N) felt sorry for him. Smiling weakly she lifted her hand to glide it into his scarf.

Never was someone so close.

Frozen in the spot, he let it happen,because it was her. He didn't want to hide anymore. He didn't want to be such an idiot again. Nevertheless he feared to show his face. She sure would be shocked or seeing him different, but he treated her so badly that he would accept to offer her his secret.

Eye for an eye.

Closing his eyes, he focused on the sweet warmth she gave him, than his fear of rejection. Feeling his nervous shiver, she avoided going close to his mouth to not make him uneasy. (Y/N) wouldn't push things. It wasn't her intention to see it anyway. With the time she realized that things have to be worked out slow and she would wait as long as it takes. Pressing her soft hand against his cheek, Katakuri looked up surprised into her smiling face. In her worst nightmare, hurt and broken, she still was able to smile and took his breath away. It felt amazing to feel her soft skin on his cheek. A feeling he never experienced before. He was grateful that she didn't expose his face. Leaning into it, he smiled widely under his scarf. (Y/N) felt her heart flutter to see this expression through his eyes. It eased the pain and gave her hope. Hope that she still could reach out to him and stay by his side.

"Katakuri… Please bring me home…"

#romance #fanfiction #karakuricharlotte #katakuri x reader #one piece

[ryusuisloveinterest]

hallo!! may I please request hcs with stanley snyder being your commander? like, you're in the military and in his unit and he's quite fond of you and develops and crush on you that you later reciprocate, and he like, tells Xeno abt it lmaoo thank you!! love your writing!!

hello anon! I’m not sure if you’re the anon that normally requests so you’re now officially 💙 anon lol. There was so many things I wrote that it might as well be a scenario in hc format if that makes any sense at all. Anyway I hope you enjoy!

Stanley Snyder’s crush on his subordinate 💓

OH BOY WHERE DO I BEGIN

I think the first thing that would’ve drawn him to you is how you’re not afraid to speak your mind

While all of his other subordinates just mindlessly follow orders, you need to know why and don’t have a problem saying no

“On our next mission we’re going to have to take over a town until there is a peace treaty.”

“Why?”

“Because the enemy has to know we are serious about our demands.”

“Then what’ll happen if they still don’t agree. I’m not going to kill innocents commander!”

“No one is killing innocents. We’ll discuss it more when the time comes.”

Then of course you carried out the mission perfectly 

You’ve never once let him down 

From then on he thought you were the hottest person to ever exist

He tried to talk to you about personal things time to time but he found it hard because he has a hard time sharing things with people in the first place 

“So…do you smoke?”

“No commander, I value my lungs.”

The only exception to this is Xeno

Xeno and Stanley love talking to each other no matter what about, but they get even more excited when their friend talks about the thing they love

Every time Xeno hears Stanley mention your name he smiles to himself for his friend’s happiness 

“Found them changing an old man’s battery for his car today.” Stanley tells Xeno as he lights his cigarette. “When I asked them about it they told me they wanted to learn so they can teach their little sister.”

Xeno chuckles as he finishes mixing his concoction. “Maybe they can help you when you need to change your oil again. God knows you nearly flooded the Earth again with the amount of oil that spilt everywhere.”

Stanley never really asked you out, but it was clear that that’s what he was trying to do 

There was a military ball being held and Stanley was supposed to get an award and give a speech

He wasn’t nervous, after all he’s gotten plenty of awards. But the minute he saw you in your dress/suit, everything that was in his head instantly left

“Good evening (y/n). If I may say, you look absolutely stunning in your dress/suit.” 

You chuckle. “Thank you commander. And if it’s not out of my place I must tell you that you look very handsome in that suit. But of course you seem to look handsome in anything you wear,” you tell him as you place a hand on where his medal will be. “Congratulations on your award.”

With that you try to walk off. Notice the try😉

He instantly grabs your arm. “Dance with me.”

You raise an amused eyebrow. 

“It’s an order soldier.”

And with that the whole night the two of you were together. He introduced you to Xeno despite him basically knowing who you are. You dance with him, drink with him, talk laugh and everything else!

He almost forgot he got an award and has to make a speech lol

After the ball he insists he should walk you to your room 

When you get there, you both tell each other how much fun you had tonight.

Blame it on the alcohol or Stanley just being so sick and tired of wanting to be with you that he just kisses you

To his surprise you kiss back

You two kinda sorta make out in your bedroom for a hot minute but you push him off 🫢

“G-goodnight commander, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

When tomorrow comes and he starts assigning chores for his subordinates to do when I he can’t find your name of the list

He checked it again and again and again and again and you get the idea

He asks someone about it and they tell him you’re leaving the regiment 

He’s so shocked and mad he just storms to your quarters

“(Y/N)! WHY ARE YOU DROPPING OUT???”

Your sister that you’ve mentioned before is standing with a box in her hand as you tape another

“This is who you’ve settled for (y/n)?” Your sister asked you.

You chuckle and send her out to give you and Stanley some privacy

Stanley, arms crossed, waits there with a pout on his face

“I’ve found a job as a personal body guard for a new big singer. The pay is good but I won’t be working under you anymore so-“

“Is this about last night? Look I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable or overstepped your boundary. I just couldn’t contain my feelings for you! But please you don’t have to le-“

“Will you let me finish commander? I’m leaving so I can pursue a relationship with you without all the other subordinates talking shit!”

His face is blank, but then he tried to hide the dumb smiling that’s just trying to form on his face 

He coughs. “Very well. I’m glad you want this as much as me.”

You stick your empty gun at his throat 

“Don’t make me regret it.” You tell him

Man he’s so in love with you 

#dr stone #dcst #dr stone headcanons #stanley snyder x you #stanley snyder headcanons #stanley snyder x reader #stanley snyder

[hulhudhonado]

"I Think You And I Should Partner Up"

Part 1 | Part 2

Notes: My silly little headcanon for Pantalone is that he is someone who does his job too well so he is kind of bored of it. Meaning now he likes to use his money to do 'fun things'. I like to think he is also a very experimental and since he has the budget to do weird shit he just does. Have you ever had that weird feeling that you suddenly became very aware of yourself and have this realization that you have free will? Yeah he is constantly in that mindset. So now you, the reader will have to deal with his shenanigans. Sorry it's a bit shorter than the previous one. Enjoy. :)

CW: Blood, Self-inflicted injury, Poison consumption, Cursing, minor character death, mentions of fighting

HC: Reader is gender-neutral and has a masterless vision (Hydro). Reader is also a bit of an idiot in this one sorry.

Characters: Pantalone, Dottore (Mentioned)

Poison

When you first started working for Pantalone you expected him to be someone who did his work quite seriously. However, after observing him, you began to realize he was far from it. He was constantly bored, only putting in the bare minimum effort to get things done.

Reading and answering documents? If it wasn't from the Tsarista herself he barely even glanced at it.

Setting a budget? You watched in horror when he just wrote a million mora cheque and handed it to the fatui soldiers within a heartbeat.

Writing reports for the end of the month? He wouldn't even double-check it after he was done writing.

You began to wonder whether you were going to be ok working under this man when he looked like he barely put any thought into any of the work he was doing. That was before you read his reports.

His handwriting was what caught your eyes first. It was elegant, almost as if it was printed directly onto the paper. If you had not witnessed him writing the reports in front of your eyes you almost wouldn't believe it was written by hand There were no scratched-out works to indicate a spelling mistake or even a spill of ink on the paper.

His writing was also straightforward. You were quite impressed seeing how detailed he could get while making sure not to write any unnecessary information. "You wrote this in one setting?" you asked, skimming through his writing once more. Pantalone looked at you, tilting his head a bit to see your face which was still face-deep in his reports. He wondered why you were so impressed.

"After you write 100 of these it becomes muscle memory. It all feels the same to me." He answered, waiting for you to finally look up from the paper. Realizing you weren't going to stop reading, he huffed annoyed, grabbing the paper out of your hands.

You glared at him, to which he responded with a smile. "Let's do something fun. I'm tired of looking at these already."

Other than his unbothered attitude towards work, you found out that he had quite a twisted personality. His definition of 'fun' was helping you discover your new vision powers. However, unlike a normal person, he always tried to find a way to mess with you while doing so.

You were not blessed by the archons to receive a vision and that was one of the reasons you resented your sister. However, now that you held your sister's masterless vision in your hand, shining as brightly as it did when she was alive you wondered if the vision itself was a curse.

Before you started to work for him, you had to explain to Pantalone how you had gotten your hands on an active vision without being bestowed one personally. He listened eagerly as you began to recall the moment you were almost beaten to death by his soldiers. It pissed you off a bit having to recall a situation that was completely avoidable if his subordinates weren't suck dicks but you continued till the end.

"So I assume you are a healer then? Your ability to heal quickly is quite extraordinary." He asked excitedly. You roll your eyes, sitting back against the velvet cushioned seat, sinking into the comfort of the chair. You didn't expect him to ask so many questions. At this point, he pretty much heard your entire life story since you left Snezhnaya.

"If we somehow found a way to reactivate masterless visions as you did, then maybe we could get rid of the whole delusion production we have going on here. " Pantalone remarked, getting up from his seat. He made his way to his desk, pulling out what seemed to be an envelope opener from his desk. The sharp edges made it fitter to be a dagger. "It would make the process cheaper." He finished, slightly glazing his fingers across the edge of the knife.

You irked an eyebrow at him, wondering what nonsense he planned on pulling now. He smiled at you, making his way back to you. Instead of sitting back in his seat across from you, he stood right next to you. Pulling his glove off his right hand, he began to speak. "Since you are a healer, and a quick one at that, I want to see if that applies to others as well."

Before you could react, he stabbed himself in the palm, dragging the blade from the bottom of his pinkie to the end of his wrist. You jumped out of your chair in shock, knocking back the chair which lead to a resounding thud in the room. You stared at him in disbelief. He put the dagger down on the table, which stained the white cloth lace effectively. He pushed his scarred bloody hand toward you. "Fix it."

You were surprised to see how unphased, his smile never escaping his lips. You could feel a sudden pressure fill the room. You didn't know what you did to heal yourself before, the healing just happened on its own and now Pantalone wants you to heal him in an instant!

You could feel yourself panic, his eyes watching you carefully while you tried to process what to do next. Maybe it was the ringing in your ears due to the stress which made you lose your train of thought or the way you could see his blood flowing between his fingers and dripping on the red carpet floor but without a second thought, you reached for his hand, slowly bringing it towards your lips.

Pantalone watched you, dumbfound, as you placed a soft kiss on his hand. Almost in an instant, he could see stitches made of water form, mending his skin and cleaning up his wounds. The water shined a bright blue light which highlighted all the details of your face. After the wound was stitched by the water threads, the light faded like vapor into the air. It almost looked as if he had never stabbed his hand at all. The only proof it happened was from the blood laced on the knife, the floor, and now on your lips. He wondered if it would stain. Red seemed to be your color.

You let his hand go and he pulled it closer to his face, inspecting it. No scabs or scars. Almost an instant recovery. His face of shock began to spark into a smile. You could see his eyes light up with excitement like a man who had just won the lottery. "What am I? Some kind of prince for you to kiss my hand like that?" He laughed, as he watched your face heat up.

"I panicked! I have never done this before!" You retort back, trying to forget the stunt that you just pulled. "Just be glad it worked!" You huffed, crossing your arms and turning away so you would no longer have to face him anymore.

He watched as you turned away from him. 'Exciting.' He thought again. He has never seen someone with the ability to heal this quickly. Questions flooded his head in an instant. How many times you could heal yourself in a battle until your limit was reached? How many people you could heal at once? What exactly was too much? He just had to find out.

He pulled out a handkerchief from his coat. "Well you better start finding another way to heal, I don't think I can explain to my coworkers why my new bodyguard keeps kissing me whenever I get hurt." You turned back around to yell at him only to be stopped by a handkerchief being placed on your lips, wiping off the blood that was on your face. Sadly for him, the color didn't stain.

---

Another thing you noticed when working alongside Pantalone was the fact he kept most meetings with clients short. So imagine your surprise when he kicked you out of his office for longer than 30 minutes. You stayed stationed out his door, whistling a tune out of boredom. You were not allowed to venture far away from him since you were technically his bodyguard, but you never could stay in the same room as him while he conducted his meetings since you were not a registered Fatui soldier.

You could hear panicked muffles and the moving of chairs inside the room, indicating that he was done. You stood up straight against the wall, watching his client storm out of the room in a hurry. You curiously peeked inside to see Pantalone still in his seat. His eyes locked with yours and his fake smile drifted away, forming into a more genuine one. He beckoned you inside and you complied.

He stood up from his seat, stretching his limbs while you entered the room, closing the door behind you. "Tough meeting?" "Very." He answered, yawning. "He just wouldn't give up. He said I was being cheap with the costs."

You hummed at him, making your way toward him. You eyed his desk. There were two cups and a teapot placed for both him and his guest. One cup was visibly empty while the other one remained full. "You're not going to drink that?" You asked.

Pantalone looked down at the cup of tea before giving you a shrug. "Not really." He turned to look out the window. His client slowly made his way toward the gate. His movements becoming more sluggish the closer he went to the door. Pantalone watched him as he began to slow down before completely passing out on the snowy floor. He didn't even make it past the gate. The fatui soldiers nearby began to drag him out of Pantalone's vision. He sighed to himself, turning back to face you. The cup of tea was no longer on his desk and in your hands.

He watched in horror as you placed the cup of tea to your lips. You drank it in an instant, licking your lips to make sure you got every last drip of it. It was sweet and you could taste a hint of floral in it. "What was in it? Limp grass? Sweet flower?" You asked, you had never tasted such a unique blend before.

"Poison." "Huh?" The room fell entirely silent. You and Pantalone stared at each other, waiting for something to happen. He spoke up again. "It was poison."

Your hands began to shake. "Why did you poison both cups?!" You shouted, the cup dropping from your hands and shattering on the ground. You grabbed your neck, you could feel it tingle and you began to worry the effects were already happening. "It was just the easiest option! Why did you drink it in the first place?!" He yelled back, making his way towards you. He grabbed you by the shoulders to hold you steady.

"It smelled nice! I didn't want it to go to waste!" You retort back. Pantalone grabbed you by the face, roughly turning your head around while you could feel tears stream down your face. You didn't want to die because of something so stupid. The tears were more of embarrassment than fear. "Do you feel anything?" Pantalone asked, a lot quieter. His face was full of concern trying to see if any of the visible symptoms he was told would surface on you.

You shook your head, the tears still streaming down your face. "My throat just feels a bit tingly, nothing else." You answered, sniffling a bit. Pantalone frowned. The poison effects were supposed to be in an instant. He had just watched someone die by the exact poison that you consumed. However, it seemed nothing was happening at all. "Are you perhaps immune to it?" He asked. His hand never left your face. He wiped some tears away as you slowly began to calm down.

You could feel yourself frown too. He let you go when you pushed him away to touch your face and neck again, you really did not feel anything else. His face of concern now lighting up again. You knew that face the minute he began to smile again. It was his 'something fun' face. You could feel yourself turn red from embarrassment. "You mean I was crying over nothing?" You mumbled, now ashamed of thinking you were going to die such a stupid death.

"How fascinating!" Pantalone exclaimed, you watched him circle you excitedly, looking you up and down as if you were the most incredible thing that he has ever witnessed with his eyes. "You're immune to poison! That's incredible! Do you know how common it is to be poisoned like that? This is wonderful." You watched as he excitedly babbled to you. "I thought I was going to die!" You whined, covering your face in your hands to hide your shame while he continued to circle you.

Pantalone was having the time of his life. Not only were you a quick healer, but you also were immune to poison! Ever since he had met you again it felt like he was a child discovering the world for the first time. His usual harbringer life which was only full of paperwork and meetings now had some spice to it. He looked at you, seeing the red tint on your face seeping through the gaps of your fingers. 'Red was most certainly your color' he thought, a playful grin resting on his face. What other surprises could you show him? He just had to know.

"I wonder…" You immediately look up from your hands to see him eye the teapot on his desk. You put two and two together. He looked back at you, your eyes locking and now stuck in a staring match, waiting to see who would make the next move. Pantalone was the first to break, immediately diving towards the teapot. You followed suit, trying to grab it before he could do something stupid yet again.

Sadly you were not quick enough. He grabbed the pot putting it up to his lips, chugging the tea from the spout. He dropped the teapot after he was done, the pot crashing right next to the shattered cup on the floor. You could see tea drip from the side of his mouth. He smirked at you, while all you could do was stare at him in disappointment. "Fix it."

---

You healed him again. Since you began training to use the vision you were glad this time you could conjure up your healing magic through your hands instead of having to kiss him. He frowned when you did so. "It would have been a lot more fun if you had kept kissing me instead." You rolled your eyes at him. "Just be glad I bothered saving you. You could have died just now!" He gave you a wide smiled grin that you wanted to punch right off his face. Who knew he would be such a pain in the ass to work with.

He lay on the couch, still recovering from the poison he had consumed. The side effects of the poison were still present even after you had saved him from certain death. It seemed your healing ability was mostly efficient to you than to others. You noted that you probably had to train more to improve this. "It was a powerful poison. I'm surprised the only thing you felt was a tingle." He groaned, clutching his head in pain. "Who would make such a poison like that?" You asked, immediately reaching to fetch the bottle of water on the stand nearby. You handed it to him and he gladly took it.

"The Doctor of course. Well to be fair, I commissioned him to make it." He answered, chugging the bottle within seconds. "I wanted to find more interesting ways to, uh, get rid of unwanted presences and he always delivered as long as I funded it." Pantalone didn't look you in the eyes when he said it. He handed you the water bottle which you kept back on the stand, alongside the rest of the empty bottles of water that he had been chugging down for the past few hours. You found the easiest method to heal others was using a consumable material. You picked another bottle out from a pack from the floor, expelling your magic to give it healing properties. You sighed, looking at Pantalone who watched your hands carefully as they lit up with magic droplets and rings of water.

"The poison itself didn't do anything exciting. He just went into a fit, stormed out saying it was too hot in here, and just passed out on the snow." You looked at him, disapprovingly. He looked up at you innocently. " Do you REALLY not have anything better to do?" He hummed, which was enough to make you sigh once again.

"The poison was not that exciting, but I'm glad I got to see you do something fun again." You glared at him and he returned it with another wide toothy smile.

"I want to kill you."

"Go ahead, make a mess of me."

#pantalone genshin #pantalone x reader #genshin x reader #fatui x reader #slow burn #genshin impact x gender neutral reader #genshin impact x reader

[squirrelno2]

So if anybody's wondering what I've been writing lately. this is what ate my brain. we're not talking about how many hours steam says I've sunk into the video game this snippet is about or how many words I've written about the various ocs I created because of it. we are NOT. Spoilers of the mildest variety for the Sith Inquisitor storyline of SWTOR, and there is a thing in here that just says "cool name" in brackets because it's not at all important and right now i just need to share something of what i've been doing without worrying about making up ancient sith names or whatever. anyway enjoy the archaeological besties vibes

She must have come from a Dark Council meeting; Darth Imperius swept in in a flurry of deep purple robes, her overlarge epaulets threatening to clip a shelf of fragile artifacts before she saw Talos wincing and veered away.

“What is the point of having me in charge of research and history and ancient Sith artifacts if they are going to drag me away every five minutes because some idiot Republic soldier thinks they’ve found a new superweapon? Honestly. Marr can handle this on his own. Or even get that new Sith, Arkous, on it considering it’s his job and the bastard hasn’t even been to one Council meeting. I have work to do.”

She paused, looking at Talos with an expression a little more like a lost child than he’d ever admit.

“I do have work to do, don’t I?”

“I have been studying several possible sites for the lost tomb of [cool name], and have narrowed it down to these three locations – my Lord, are you all right?”

“Fine! Why wouldn’t I be?”

Talos weighed his options. Should he tell her she was swaying slightly? She looked exhausted, but to say that in front of their subordinates would potentially undermine her.

“Perhaps this would be best to discuss in the conference room,” he said. “We can make the projections much bigger in there.”

“Of course,” Darth Imperius said. She narrowed her eyes at him, as though she knew it was a ploy to get her to sit, but they both knew this way she saved face. Talos took another risk.

“May I offer you anything as we go over the project? A drink, perhaps?”

“You’re bordering on obsequious,” she warned him with a petulant roll of her eyes. “But do. You know what I like.”

Talos wasted no time in preparing a mug of what was more sugar than caf, an indulgence his dark lord never admitted to out loud but which was clear enough to all those who’d spent time in close quarters with her. She took the cup from him and cradled it to her chest for a moment, her stiff outer layer of clothing lying discarded on the floor behind her as she slumped in her chair.

“The Dark Council gets progressively more tedious every time I attend,” she grumbled. “Effecting change, my ass.”

Talos coughed to hide a laugh. “My Lord.”

She smiled as she sipped her caf.

“Show me what you’re working on,” she requested, leaning forward to get a better view.

They discussed the prospective dig for a while, weighing the pros and cons of sending teams to all locations versus simply scouting them out. In war, even archaeological digs could be shows of power, and sending Reclamation teams to each site would be one – but did they have the manpower to protect such efforts? And would digs at the two non-tomb sites provide enough to justify it? They were all historically important locations, likely to have much to offer, but that was an academic’s view. Sith Lords had to seek out Sith power, specifically.

“What do you think?” Darth Imperius asked finally.

“The wisest use of our resources –“

“No, Talos,” she cut him off. “What would be best, or most fun, from a historian’s perspective?”

“My Lord,” Talos said. He glanced at the projections again. Three ancient structures, where hundreds of people at some point had likely lived and worked. Yes, a Sith Lord had once taken over one of them and built their tomb underneath it – but all three sites could reveal so much of the past.

“All three?” she said when he looked back at her. She was smirking, but gently.

“It would be an opportunity on a massive scale,” Talos admitted. “Especially given the chance to compare findings across three such similar sites.”

“Well, there you are, then,” Darth Imperius said. She stretched her arms above her head. A few assistant archaeologists passing by the conference room window paused, staring obviously at her frame. Talos sighed as Darth Imperius winked at them, rolling her shoulders back to push her breasts forward.

“My Lord,” he said reproachfully.

“What? They can look,” she said. “Anyone stupid enough to try and get involved with me, it’s better to find out now while they’re still junior.”

“It takes a great deal of time to train them,” Talos said. “Especially to your standards.”

“I’ll play nicely,” she said fondly, relaxing once more and taking another drink of her caf. “I always do. Has Ashara been in today?”

“She and Xalek are working with the new holocron,” Talos said.

“Together? Alone?”

“After the Incident, I took the liberty of installing surveillance and alarms in the holocron room,” he said. That had been unpleasant. Ghostly possession wasn’t anything new, of course, and it was hardly her fault, but Ashara had still felt terribly guilty about the damage to the building. “Should something go wrong, we will be alerted immediately.”

“Lovely,” Darth Imperius said. “I’d say that maybe they’ll come out as friends, but that’s too much to hope for.”

Talos again coughed to hide his laugh. He had one more thing to tell her, but he didn’t want to bring it up. He never did.

“There is one other matter, my Lord,” he said. “The newest shipment of slaves.”

Darth Imperius sat up, her face cold.

“I told them not to send us any more,” she said.

“Unfortunately, it seems there is a legal provision for it,” he said. “It requires a change in the charter. As it stands, I took the liberty of freeing them already, claiming it was on your orders.”

It was an egregious overstep of his power. Anyone would be well within their rights to shock or even kill Talos for it. He knew what Darth Imperius’s reaction would be, yet he tensed anyway.

“I am… most grateful,” she said softly. “Have you arranged anything for them?”

“Those who wished to leave are being given a credit stipend from the stores you set aside for such purposes,” Talos said. He wondered now if Darth Imperius had given him the power to withdraw money from there for just such an occasion. He’d been flummoxed at the time, but then of course it would all be part of her long-term plan. “Many have asked to stay on with your division.”

“Talos –“

“I made no such suggestions,” he said hastily. “But you command loyalty, as always, my Lord. Why should they not choose to follow you of their own free will?”

She laughed softly, shaking her head.

“They will be undereducated in our affairs,” she said. “See to it that they’re given a proper grounding in history and archaeological techniques.”

“I have already drawn up a lesson plan which awaits your approval,” he said.

“Thank you, Talos,” she said softly.

“You are quite welcome, Exchei,” he told her.

#to be clear if it wasn't Exchei is her actual non-darth name. it's about the tenderness and intimacy of a person's real name ok #swtor #fanfic #sith inquisitor #talos drellik

[stromuprisahat]

Do you think there's discourse among the grisha

Like the younger Grisha fight over the words bloodletter and witch and if Grisha is outdated/a slur and we really should be using odarannye

Meanwhile Ivan is off somewhere to the side like 'I cannot WAIT until you lot go off to the front, let's see if you're still worrying about fuckin WORDS while dodging Fjerdan FUCKIN axes'

Absolutely!

If not in general, officer brats definitely do shit like that. I mean:

The servants sprang forward to pull our chairs out and clear the dishes. I doubted I’d ever get used to being waited on this way. “Ne brinite,” Marie said with a giggle. “What?” I asked, baffled. “To e biti zabavno.” Nadia giggled. “She said, ‘Don’t worry. It will be fun.’ It’s Suli dialect. Marie and I are studying it in case we get sent west.” “Ah,” I said. “Shi si yuyan Suli,” said Sergei as he strode past us out of the domed hall. “That’s Shu for ‘Suli is a dead language.’” Marie scowled and Nadia bit her lip. “Sergei is studying Shu,” whispered Nadia. “I got that,” I replied. Marie spent the entire walk to the stables complaining about Sergei and the other Corporalki and debating the merits of Suli over Shu. Suli was best for missions in the northwest. Shu meant you’d be stuck translating diplomatic papers. Sergei was an idiot who was better off learning to trade in Kerch. She took a brief break to point out the banya ... then launched immediately into a rant about selfish Corporalki overrunning the baths every night.

Shadow and Bone- Chapter 9

While Alina isn't the most reliable narrator, she might be onto something, when she has her super powerful re-organisation speech:

“The Darkling has changed. If we have any hope of beating him, we need to change, too. Two Grisha from each Order,” I repeated. “And the Orders will no longer sit separately. You’ll sit together, eat together, and fight together.” At least I’d gotten them to shut up. They just stood there, gaping. ... “But … but it’s always been this way,” sputtered Sergei. “You can’t just overturn hundreds of years of tradition,” protested the Inferni. “Are we really going to argue about this, too?” I asked irritably. “We’re at war with an ancient power beyond reckoning, and you want to squabble over who sits next to you at lunch?” “That’s not the point,” said Zoya. “There’s an order to things, a way of doing them that—” They all started gabbling again—about tradition, about the way things were done, about the need for structure and people knowing their places. I set the cover back down on the dish with a loud clang. “This is the way we’re doing it,” I said, rapidly losing patience. “No more Corporalki snobbery. No more Etherealki cliques. And no more herring.”

Siege and Storm- Chapter 14*

But then looking at this, they seem to be more likely screaming about Grisha being traditional name, oddarenye innovatory bullshit and zowa foreign nonsense.

It's like watching US movie about those university fraternities. Wording and notions are the same. Traditions, order of things, enmity between "different" groups and spiteful actions. Pretty sure we could extrapolate a little and add creepy/humiliating/kinky initiation rituals etc.

Ivan's totally right. They truly need some hardcore reality vibe check.

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* I'll get into the S&S quote deeper, once I'll get to that chapter, because OHMYFUCKINGGODS, Aleksander "Eat, drink, dress the same like my subordinates" would surely tolerate such behaviour in his own ranks.

#reply #Grishaverse #grishanalyticritical #Second Army #Ivan Kaminsky #S&B Chapter 9 #S&S Chapter 14 #books #quotes #Leigh Bardugo

[urlocalhomework]

Jealousy, Jealousy

Warning: dubcon, Dazai in denial 

Dazai Osamu and you weren´t friends, you wouldn´t even call him an acquaintance as you had almost no connection to him whatsoever. If anything, he had only once looked at you, seen through every facade and layer of your form to realize there was no interesting aspect to you that would be of value in his thousands of plans. Neither were you fun to play with like Chuuya or the other subordinates. You were not trying to impress him like Akutagawa nor play any mind games with him or duel him like Mori. The moment you did get important in his life was when you and Chuuya began to meet each other.  

You got along quick and too well, to his liking. Chuuya liked you more, clearly. He hangs out with you after a mission and before and in his free time, which truly makes Dazai despise you. What did he miss that Chuuya could be so enamored with you, Oda said it was your kindness and humor that probably attracted him first. But Dazai was so sure of it, people never were hard to read for him, never. Why were you different? 

“Y/n”  

You scrambled together, the shiver leaving your body just as quick as you turned nervously to see Dazai in his normal “business” suit. There was even some blood left on his sleeve, goddamn Daz- 

“How about a dance?” he drawled out and opened his hand into your direction with a sheepish smile, so uncanny on his face. 

“Oh-” you muttered out and pulled the hair from your face “Actually I am waiting for Chuuya” 

“ohhhh” he grinned wider, why would h- 

Immediately he grabbed your hand and dragged you into the large crowd of dancing people. 

“Dazai I am very serious” Again he ignored you and tugged you closer. The dress suddenly felt too tight and the air truly started cramping up around you, almost stealing it completely. 

You never get involved with Dazai, Mori warned you from the start and he was his boss. What does he want? Did you piss him off? You never looked his way, never interacted with him or his subordinates, except one talk with Oda. 

“Y/n-chaaaan” his whisper crept up your neck to your ear, when did he get so close. His hair was in your vision just like his black jacket and the people worriedly gazing at you. A smile couldn't convince them nor did it you. Something is wrong and it might be too late to save yourself. 

“Are you ignoring me?” his eyes had been staring into yours for a while and you had gotten lost in them. There was no light in them only your own staring back at you. Like he was absorbing you and imprisoning you in the never-ending depth.  

“No, I am just a little lost” the honesty wasn´t necessary but lying wouldn´t help either. 

“Did I do something?” you asked him directly and stared back as he kept leading you over the marble tiles. 

This event wasn´t full enough to shield both of you from the starving eyes, waiting for your demise. Where was Chuuya, Dazai would forget you and let you go in a blink if Chuuya were here to capture his attention. 

“Did yoouuu do something?” he chuckled but his humor was lacking, he bit his tongue. 

Why was he so mad? Dazai pulled his forehead from yours just for a second before pushing it back against yours.  

“You did not do anything” he assured and his hand came up to your cheek, his thumb brushing your undereye. The flinch seemed to pull him back into his usual cold demeanor. 

“Ok” the whisper fell past his ears. What did you have? What was it? 

“Do you like Chuuya?” the question immediately stopped your steps, making him pausing to not cause an awkward stumbling. Your dancing almost stopped, you wanted to leave but his grip tightened on your hand and waist as he continued the dance so no one noticed your panicking behavior. 

“Yes, I like him” Ohh now that’s a reaction he didn´t expect.  

The confidence and tensed shoulders of yours made him grin like a mad man, it should scare you but for most it was already over when Dazai had set his eyes on them.  

“Why?” his voice had gotten much deeper and his eyes couldn´t leave your face as he gracefully twirled you around the room. Maybe if you answer slower, Chuuya will appear sooner to save you. 

“What do you mean?” his hands were so cold against yours; he truly was a dead man.  

Dazai rolled his eyes at your poor attempt of sparing your life and decided he was done with the foreplay. He stopped in his tracks, slid his hand to your wrist and pushed you forward towards the end of the crowd. You huffed and panicked immediately “Dazai” the stern tone didn´t affect him. Dazai didn´t even hear it. 

The bathroom should be around here, you figured but then the women sign would probably not stop him. What is h- 

“Dazai” you turned around to see him typing quickly on his old clip-phone, your hand raised to push his other hand away. His grip didn´t falter a bit and when he lifted his eyes again to you, your hands cramped in. 

“I´m going home” probably not. His body came forward and you only then realized that you were in a bathroom alone, with Dazai. Someone will come in, right? They saw yo- No one's coming in. 

You breathed out harshly and looked around frankly “I am tired of your game” hard eyes staring straight through you “Whatever you and Chuuya have” you pointed a finger at his chest only for it to be squished between your bodies. His nose was touching yours and his dirty messy strands of hair were falling onto your forehead, his breathing got heavier and his shoulders were shaking. What is happening to him? 

“Da-” his lips covered yours and the chapped skin was a harsh contrast to your red smooth ones. Your eyes stayed wide open, staring at his furrowed brows and tightly closed eyes. He was moving his lips and you tried to keep up, but why- 

His hands were surprisingly gentle as they slid from the side of your dress to the back of it and above your ass. He was parting your lips slightly to push his tongue inside, Dazai was way more experienced than you and one hand finally settled on your ass to grab it lightly. Another push of his slim body caused you to hit the sink behind you and your hands suddenly came back to life and settled on his chest. The fabric of his suit felt soft and smooth beneath your palms, until you felt a dry spot. Your lips slowed just as your eyes opened and he pulled back to let in a sliver of air before he pulled you back in. 

His hand slipped back to the front until it reached the hem of your dress and dug underneath, his hand nestled between your plush thighs, gliding along them to your underwear. The consequences of your situation finally caught up to you when he lifted you up onto the sink, was two fingers knuckle deep in your pussy and devouring you completely. The realization that his fingers ripped from inside you and were soon entering your mouth came too late to even consider stopping him. Just as soon as your tongue licked all of it from his bony fingers, they left your mouth and was now unbuckling his belt. 

Dazai is out of his mind if he thinks Chuuya wouldn´t rip him apart for this – maybe it was exactly what he wanted. You liked Chuuya genuinely.  

This was a mistake. Your hands reached up to his dress shirt to push him off of you, but it only resulted in a few buttons on the ground and a sly smirk on his face. The finger returned to your wet clip. 

“Dazai” you breathed out, God the room felt small. 

“Yes?” you avoided looking down, focused only on his eyes. 

“I want to stop” his hand began sliding up your arms and settling on your shoulders, rubbing the tension away. His thumbs could be so light and gentle when he wanted to. His body came forward, forehead connecting to yours and a small peck was placed on your lips, the finger on your clit mixing your juices all over it. “Is it because of Chuuya” he truly was a master in coercion. The circles were just surrounding your clit, building the excitement. 

With a soft voice, you were memorized by his moving lips, completely unaware of his eyes as they picked you apart. “I like him a lot” you couldn’t look away as they inched closer and your half-lidded eyes almost fell shut before they cracked open at the sudden collapse onto the bathroom sink- Your back hit the cold as his hands pulled your thighs to his waist.  

“Da-zai” the fall hurt you and the cold contradicted your body heat, making your shiver spread through your entire body. He ignored you again, it was obvious. You liked Chuuya and he would hate you after it. Your thighs tightened around your entrance, his chin lifting just a little to gaze at you. “He doesn´t like you” he stated it coldly, gaze darkened and you rushed in a breath but it was stolen as he pushed his entire length in. He bottomed out and you gripped the edge until you almost slipped when he suddenly pushed back in to hit the spongy part in you. Quickly you gripped his cheeks, mumbling out his name, begging him to go slower. It hurt, the wetness not yet enough to satisfy his brutal pace. “Dazai ple-”

His hand shot to your mouth, shutting it and looking down at you while speeding up even more. Your eyes rolled back when he started pushing your thighs higher and tighter around his waist. His dick was visibly bulging on your stomach and your hands almost fell from his red cheeks. The once silent bathroom was filled with the loud slapping of his hips against your ass and your breathy moans bouncing of the walls. You would guilty if his dick wasn´t digging its form into your cunt. His grunts and moans weren´t loud enough to be heard outside, even your muffled moaning was louder. His stamina astounded you and you felt the heat rush to your bottom as he slapped a hand across it, catching your attention again. 

”I´m” His hips seemed to become even more frantic and quicker, the thumb on your clit picking up speed as well and his eyes bored into yours until you shut them and fell back onto the counter. Your tits bounced in your dress, but his eyes didn´t leave your face. You wanted to stare back, win this fight, but your head fell back immediately when you came with a loud scream. Dazai followed quickly after, hips never stopping and riding you through your high and his. Within the same minute, Dazai pulled out of you and grabbed your waist to lift you from the bathroom counter and letting you wobble on your two legs. He seemed like before, suit fixed (as much as he could) and cold stare fixated on you. “What are you doing?” you screeched when he turned your body towards the big mirror, against his chest with your back and a hand on your neck. Cum oozing out of you slowly, while the straps hung from your shoulders. 

“This is for you” he grinned again, why- 

The door slammed open and in there was Chuuya with the darkest glare you had ever witnessed from him, the door fell off the hinges but Dazai only chuckled when he glanced into the redheads' eyes. 

“Hey Chuuya-kun" 

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[rainbabbles]

some anstey x cerulean things ❤️🐈💙

Under the cut if you're interested! Might be repeats from the Toyhouses

🍀 At first glance:

Anstey is the more responsible and protective one while Cerulean is definitely the kinder caretaker of the duo

Cerulean likes to be a house husband and stay home while Anstey is busy running the business, but they do their equal parts during the funeral service

Anstey is the strict parent while Cerulean is the gentler one

Cerulean looks to Anstey for comfort and safety a lot and Anstey is glad to provide the shelter

Anstey is usually the one that has the final say in family decisions

They are both very reserved people. In public you might think they're just two dudes, but they dote on each other freely in private

Raised as a Catholic family that avoids magic like the plague, but are religious in a sense that it merely comes with the undertaker job

As Dusk puts it, they both look like the most saddest-looking pair on the planet, or that Cerulean should blink twice if he's in trouble lol

In "canon" time with the twins they've been married about 5 years now

Often tired of dealing with their children's shenanigans but they love their angels dearly

More or less have the same opinions on things and support each other. Makes it hard for the twins to gain sympathy from another parent if they get in trouble lol

Love their home and life, want no changes whatsoever

🐚 A deep dive though:

Cerulean can most definitely go out and about by himself, it's just crowded or intimate social spaces he gets nervous in

But with that, Anstey has horrible separation anxiety- whenever Cerulean leaves for long (such as for food shopping) he's too busy worrying than working. Cerulean knows this and does everything he can to not be too far from Anstey

If Anstey's too mean Cerulean is often the voice of reason

They rarely get mad/get into arguments with each other, but it happens even with healthy couples. Usually, it's Cerulean being mad that Anstey's an ass. Anstey hates getting Cerulean mad, 'cause he's upsetting his husband... and mad Cerulean scary ; w ;

Anstey gets mad if Cerulean hurts himself or tries to get Anstey out of a pretty locked in comfort zone (for example, on the topic of the twins knowing about their mother, etc.)

Cerulean is not some "obedient subordinate". In the most unserious terms, let's just say Anstey is Cerulean's Discord kitten

Yes, they were enemies to lovers. Anstey hated when Cerulean was still a magician 'cause Cerulean was a cocky little shit (and Anstey was a bigger ass), but they both mellowed out to something more compatible

Anstey makes the end decisions but he always listens to what Cerulean has to say first

Anstey has only yelled at Cerulean once, and that was before they were married when he was simply a house cleaner. Anstey regretted it and promised never to raise his voice at Cerulean again

Cerulean had promised Anstey that he would never invite magic or be a magician again (hence the handover of the magic hat and wand to Anstey). He bended that promise once- again before they were married, why Anstey yelled- but after being told why by Anstey, Cerulean made sure to respect the man's wishes

In the most intimate of spaces, Anstey is just a baby that wants to be cuddled and Cerulean wants to scoop Anstey up and squish him to bits

💌 Some cute tidbits:

They both have their wedding rings but they often don't wear them due to Cerulean cleaning and Anstey working with bodies

Cerulean teases Anstey if he's overthinking things with calling him "Antsy"

Cerulean purrs incredibly loud on instinct, mostly 'cause he's near his husband and children. He'll often wake up like an engine next to Anstey lol

Anstey is a rather composed man, but he will absolutely go have fun to make Cerulean happy, such as go dancing

They are often in contact when they sleep together. The closest is hugging while the farthest is only tails touching

Cerulean likes to bite Anstey a lot. It's just cuteness aggression

Anstey: -sees a cute apron or hell a DRESS- 🥺 Cerulean...............

Anstey's always retying Cerulean's aprons. Kissing his forehead.

Ceruean's always fixing Anstey's ties. Scritching his ears.

Cerulean reads a lot of romance novels and sometimes he retells them to Anstey, often imagining them in the same story. Anstey listens with amusement

Anstey is so incredibly devoted to Cerulean. He swears sincerely that if Cerulean never came into his life, he wasn't sure what he would do being a single, broken-hearted parent. He was at such a low point he thought he'd fail as a father and man altogether

Cerulean feels so lucky and happy every day to have such a simple life. Granted it's still unique, being married to an undertaker with two rowdy children, but god he feels fulfilled

They both feel very secure in their relationship, hence why Anstey doesn't see Dusk as a threat at all when the guy returns

Whenever they visit their friends, they would go on evening walks together while the kids are babysat. Just a peaceful pastime for both of them

If you're not friends with Anstey, he doesn't like to joke around. However, he loves to make Cerulean laugh or smile and will go out of his way to be juuuuuuust a bit silly

Cerulean would never embarrass Anstey in public. But at home? He is a bully lmao

Cerulean: Love can you help me with-- // Anstey: -already has dropped the coffin- Yes?????? What is it love of my life???? Father of my children?????????

Cerulean supports Anstey's lectures/scolding by making the kids recite or remember them lol

When the twins were younger, Anstey would secretly ninja swipe them away so they wouldn't cling onto Cerulean and tire him out 'cause he was usually the first parent they went to

Great at group projects. Though it'll be slow 'cause they're gonna try to get each other to blush haha

Anstey swears if Cerulean had abandoned being a magician when they were younger, he would've already claimed Cerulean as his boyfriend

Just wanna say again, they love each other. They love each other so much ; m ; <33

And if anyone has been wondering:

No.

Anstey has never bothered to ask why Cerulean quit performing.

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[ayameyumesaki]

I'm glad I looked forward to Re;ssurection ch. 15 because damn I'm close to tears... Schnee, good boy good boy 😭

[Spoiler ahead, you've been warned!]

This chapter is talking about Schnee and Suzaku, along with Schneizel sending Lancelot and Guren's frame coat thingy. There aren't many differences in Schneizel scene, but hey, we're gonna get Cornelia talking to Zero!Lelouch next chapter.

The thing I want to talk today is the additional Schnee and Suzaku scene which is... pretty heartwarming and needed, especially in Suzaku's side. I'm not going to reveal everything, my main focus is what Schnee said to Suzaku.

In previous chapter, we saw Schnee going somewhere with Kallen which is kinda revealed here but anyway Suzaku was about to talk to Lelouch (yes shut up im totally emo he actually went out to search him in his condition just to say 'im glad you're alive' askdjaljfkahflajd) and Lelouch said he should talk to Schnee first and they did. At first Lelouch wants to leave but Schnee said it has to do with Lelouch too.

Then, he revealed that he saw the documents Ledo left behind about them so he knew the situation. He also said it was by his own will he came there. He then told Suzaku that he attacked Suzaku after the FLEIJA bombing because he was mad and tried to deny it, he also fled because of that. Since he was aware that it was never by Suzaku's will, he regretted the fact he attacked Suzaku that day.

That's why when Schnee said he found out that Suzaku is still alive, he was happy but also angry, much like how Suzaku thought about Lelouch in prev chapter :) Fun enough, he also questioned the same thing as Suzaku did in previous chapters, but in calmer way.

"Like, why don't you tell me anything about it,"

Fun enough, the way they showed this line was with Suzaku looking extra sad and guilty like how he always did in manga version, and Lelouch... Oh, Lelouch.

Then, comes the scene that makes me, cry. Literally cry, because the way Suzaku responded to it as well...

Schnee: When I heard your rescue mission is a success from Kallen-san, I was thinking about punching you at least once (hence, in prev chapter, Kallen told Suzaku to be prepared for another punch lol). But, like this... There's no way I can punch you who is hurted like this... Suzaku: Schnee...

Do you mean I waited two weeks for... Schnee trying to comfort Suzaku 🥺🥺🥺🥺 and he even cared for him.... I mean I just want Schnee to have a talk with Suzaku and this???????? Damn, Lelouch, step up your game before your bf is snatched by someone else.

Cough.

Anyway, Schnee brought Suzaku his Zero outfit.

Suzaku: To support my back, huh? Schnee: No, Suzaku-san's and Lelouch-san's. Both of yours. Zero is a hero you two created. That Zero must be able to save Nunnally-sama from this difficult condition.

Please notice about Suzaku's face. He looked kinda... mad or serious. It's certainly the face he showed as Knight of Zero, so I think it's serious. Lelouch also smiled. Zero is the symbol of justice they created together--- Lelouch is the Zero during the war and bring the peace to the world, while Suzaku is the Zero who protects the said peace with everything he has. Schnee told them that he supports both Zero.

Suzaku: Schnee, I... Schnee: Suzaku-san, even now, you are the existence I admired the most. That's why, the gratitude I wasn't able to convey that day, please let me say it again to you after this problem ends.

You see, it could be because our Suzaku is always and always been guilty driven boy he is since he was 10, so I think, here, he wants to deny Schnee's words. But Schnee is... Suzaku's subordinate for a reason. He didn't accept a no, much like his benefactor, so he just left without letting Suzaku spoke even a word and Lelouch commented on it.

It's beautiful to see how Schnee's act in Lancelot & Guren ended with him being able to tell Suzaku directly about what he actually felt. Schnee is always been the most honest one between Konoe Knights, and Suzaku was certainly grateful for his existence---and even Ledo's. Though it wasn't mentioned, you can see how much it pains him to meet Schnee, but he probably wanted to apologize anyway, because he always knew Ledo is someone precious to Schnee too, much like how they are to Suzaku. I'm glad Schnee showed to Suzaku how much he actually cares for him... Something that no one in the series showed it directly to him, probably, after Euphy.

Schnee's matter aside, we should remember that in the movie, Suzaku actually told Lelouch to return to be Zero. While Suzaku didn't say it during his conversation with Lelouch in the tower, through this scene, I think Suzaku actually wanted to tell Schnee about him stopping to be Zero. I think there is a scene where he said that his existence as Zero is a mere decoration---I think it was during that scene with Lelouch, I forgot in where though.

But clearly, through the manga, I could feel many reasons for him to think twice about his position as Zero. While Suzaku is ultimately accepted his fate to be hated as shown with the airport incident, with his inability to protect Nunnally and let her to be kidnapped and Lelouch returned, he felt even weaker than he ever was. Unlike during the wartime where he actually had a clear purpose to create a peaceful world and return Japan to freedom, Suzaku didn't have that clear purpose either, except he should live. His mentality was probably on the lowest, and you could see in that scene where he stood in the middle of an empty room, probably thinking, he was more than ready to return things back to how it should be. The manga showed how much pain he actually felt as Zero, which no one could see, through his expressions. And I'm glad this chapter explored it.

Additional comment: In this scene, Lelouch praised Suzaku about Schnee, and Suzaku said "it is something they imposed by themselves", then they stood watching the sunset. The author commented "one can feel the distance between the shadows of those two who stood next to each other, but Lelouch still enveloped the black cloth to his body".

Pretty good as a whole package. Can't wait to see Cornelia being mad and pointed her sword to Suzaku and Lelouch next. I want to see how that Cornelia goes about to kill him then say "I'm glad that you're okay". 😭

#anyway happy bday cornelia! #next chapter jeremiah and anya #and cecile and nina #and prob cornelia ohgi and tamaki too! #code geass #code geass manga #code geass lelouch of re;ssurrection