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merakiui · 17 days

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ex-husband floyd thoughts...

in which you're living alone with your daughter. it's been two years since everything, and you're all settled. it took a while to truly feel secure and stable, and you received lots of help from family and friends. surprisingly (or maybe not), floyd's twin brother was one of the first to extend a helping hand. it's mostly thanks to him that you were able to have enough money to pay the first few months of rent at your new apartment. but now you're back on your feet, and things have never been better.

your daughter didn't understand it when you told her she'd be living with you from now on. awkwardly, you tried to explain that papa couldn't come with because he was getting involved with some bad people, and that was dangerous. your daughter didn't understand or believe you. it was difficult. you know how much she adored her papa and how much he adored her. but this is for the best. this is safe.

following the divorce, your daughter started saying strange things. things like "i saw papa today and he made me a yummy lunch!" you tell her this can't be; that was the babysitter, not floyd. besides, the dishes are clean and everything is stocked as it normally is. there's no evidence floyd could have been here. furthermore, he doesn't even have a key and your daughter isn't tall enough to reach the doorknob to let him in. your daughter calls you a liar and storms off most days because you refuse to believe her stories. that's all they are, really. she's just missing her papa.

you told floyd you had no problems letting him see her so long as he cleaned up his act and stopped getting involved with delinquents. seeing as it's been two years and floyd's still running from people, you (as a parent) have a responsibility to keep your daughter safe. and you know it's terrible for her and floyd, but this is the best option you can think of. the safest option.

floyd thinks that's bullshit because he can protect you and his daughter plenty, but then he gets it. you never liked the shadows that accompanied his surname. he understands. but he thinks it's awfully unfair of you to just cut him out of your life when he promised you he'd change and do better and be better. :/

he sees how hard you work, how rough it gets when you haven't been paid yet. he has jade send you money because he knows you don't want to see him, and most of the time you accept it. but sometimes it's sent back, accompanied with a note thanking him for his generosity and that you can manage by yourself. again, floyd knows this is bullshit.

his shrimpy works so hard. :( you deserve a break.

so when you're sleeping every night, he pays your apartment a visit. you've started sleeping on the couch most nights, with the tv still on, your work spread out on the coffee table, your daughter tucked away in her bed... it's hard being a single parent, isn't it? why don't you stop being stubborn and let him back into your life? floyd will take good care of you. he always has, hasn't he?

he carries you to bed and tucks you in, cleans up the room, stacks your books, prepares a meal for you to heat up tomorrow at work, etc. and how do you respond to his kindness? you go and change the locks without saying anything.

so next time floyd thinks he has no choice but to be drastic. so next time floyd will make sure you understand that there is no life worth living if it's not you and him together. as a pair. as a whole. you might be frightened when he wakes you up in the middle of the night to drag you back to his home (to your home) and you might continue to be scared of him when he confines you to the basement, but this is for your own good. think of your daughter! she deserves to grow up with both parents. at the very least, be good for her sake.

floyd tells your daughter that you're in perpetual timeout because you've been bad and she believes him. after all, it was you who refused to let her spend more time with her papa. that's a very bad thing to do!

floyd brings you your meals, carries you to the bath, bathes you, dresses you... you scowl at him the entire time, call him crazy, tell him to get away from your daughter, refuse to eat, fight him every time he tries to undress you for the bath. he smiles, eerily patient, and simply says, "i'm willing to letcha see her once you've cleaned up your act. you can do that, can'tcha?"

#meraki mumbles #yandere twst

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amoremainslayer · 28 days

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DISTANCE - P.GW

Request : SO i’ve been thinking of this scenario that gunwook and reader are academic rivals, but then they’re paired for a group project and they kept fighting when they tried to meet up and finish the project, so they just end up fucking each other LOL😮😮😮😮😮😮🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

Pairings : gunwook x fem reader

Genre : smut, fluff, academic rivals to lovers, chaebol familys.

Warnings : nsfw under the cut, slight degrading, fingering

Not proofread!!

There you sat, legs crossed while distantly listening to the professor talking about the subject. Usually you were one of the top students, always listening attentively and writing notes in each class, no matter how boring the class was.

But the last weeks have been.. bothering you. Park gunwook, the second oldest son of the famous chaebol family Park, and also your infamous rival. Your family's have been competing against eachother ever since 1956 and haven't been able to solve their relentless fight.

Gunwook and You would be competing in various subject, always fighting over the first place "You will never beat me" He would say cockily if he came first in a certain subject. You'd always roll your eyes and ignore him, but he had been off the last few weeks.

You hadn't noticed it in the beginning, just feeling glad he wouldn't bother you so much, but after a while you noticed him being distant. His usual cocky self was vanished and exchanged with a silent and distant guy.

You could feel him staring holes into your body from the distance, yet whenever you looked over to him he quickly turned away. It bothered you secretly, you despised him, yet you couldn't help yourself from missing his presence around you.

"For the upcoming project, I will be putting you into pairs. You'll have 3 weeks for the presentation" The professor spoke which pulled you out of your daydream. You sat up properly, you couldn't let your image falter just because of him.

The professor began naming the pairs which were either met with groans or delighted chuckles "And finally, park gunwook and Sung Y/N". You let out a scoff, eyes glancing over at gunwook who was already looking at you.

What good luck you had to be paired up with your rival.

_____

Gunwook and you were seated in a private room of one of the most famous restaurants in Seoul. Being rich did have its advantages, one of them being able to rent a private room just to do a project together.

".. and I'll do the rest, got it?" You spoke, raising your head up from your notes to look at Gunwook. He was staring at you, eyes seeming distant yet deep. You sighed "Gunwook?" You raised your voice slightly while shaking your hand infront of his hand.

As if he got back to reality he blinked rapidly and looked at you while humming. A scoff escaped your lips as your crossed your arms and leaned back "I get that you don't need to care about this grade since you'll inherit your family's side business anyways, but to ME this grade is really important" You began scolding him.

He raised his eyebrow at you "Oh, is that so? Then why don't you just do the whole thing by yourself and I'll just watch?" Gunwook suggested, a small smirk playing on his lips. You felt your blood boil at his words.

A deep frown appeared on your forehead as you stared at him "What the fuck is wrong with you, park" You spat his surname as if it was a poisoned food "This grade affects 50% of your final grade, do you want me to exclude you from the project and make you end up with a bad GPA?" You spoke arrogantly.

Gunwook chuckled softly, the sound sending shivers down your spine "You're such a bitch, you know that? Always so stuck up and self-centered. Just because you're better than me in one subject doesn't mean you can lord it over me." His voice was laced with venom as he spoke, his expression twisted into a sneer.

You glared into his eyes, the tension between the two rising out of the sudden "Fuck you, Park gunwook" You spoke deeply. Gunwook went silent for a few seconds, as if something was holding him back.

Initially you thought you had won this fight, probably hurt his feelings and a part of you was satisfied, not until he suddenly pressed his lips against your hungrily, leaving you widening your eyes in surprise.

Your breath hitched as he slid his tongue into your mouth, tasting of mint and desire. You had no idea why he was doing this, but your body responded instinctively, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him back.

His hands gripped your hips possessively, pulling you closer to him. You could feel his arousal pressing against your stomach, and it only made you want more. You moaned into his mouth, arching your back slightly as he deepened the kiss, exploring every inch of your mouth.

The world around you seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in this small, private room. The sounds of the restaurant faded into the background, replaced by the soft rustling of clothes and the raggedness of your breathing. You could feel Gunwook's fingers digging into your skin, as if he was trying to mark you as his own.

Your hands began fiddling with the hems of his expensive Italian shirt that was neatly tucked beneath his suit. A slight groan escaped his lips as you finally freed his torso from the tight fabric. You pulled away, taking a look at the sight infront of you before gazing up to gunwook.

He had a mocking smirk on his lips as he noticed you checking him out. He leaned down, lips pressing against your neck as his hand began undressing you "You're so easy, sung" he muttered against your neck.

You shivered at his touch, your skin tingling from the contact. Gunwook's hand moved down, cupping your breast through your shirt, teasing you mercilessly. You moaned, arching your back into his touch. He chuckled darkly, unbuttoning your shirt and revealing your lace bra.

His fingers grazed your nipple, hardening it immediately. You gasped, feeling a wave of pleasure coursing through your body. Gunwook leaned down, kissing your neck before moving up to capture your lips once more. His tongue danced with yours, as his hand moved underneath your skirt, sliding up your thigh.

He groaned against your lips as his fingers finally found their target, parting your folds and slipping inside. You moaned into his mouth, arching your hips into his touch. The sensation of his fingers moving inside you was unbearably good, and you found yourself wanting more, wanting him.

Gunwook broke the kiss, breathing heavily as he looked down at you. His eyes were dark and intense, filled with desire and possession. "You feel so good," he muttered before leaning down to capture your lips again. His fingers continued their relentless pace, driving you closer and closer to the edge.

As he moved against you, you could feel the pressure building inside, making your entire body tremble with anticipation. The sensation of him inside you was unbearable, so intimate and right. You arched your back, pressing your hips against his hand, begging for more.

Gunwook seemed to understand your silent plea, his fingers moving faster, his breath hot against your neck. He was so skillful, so experienced, and it showed in the way he made love to you. It was as if he knew exactly what you needed, what would drive you wild with desire.

"Acting so rough infront of others but you open your legs so easy for me" he whispered against your ear before biting the lobe softly. You moaned, arching your back further into his touch. His fingers continued to move inside you, relentless and demanding. It felt so good, so right. The sounds of the restaurant faded away, replaced by the rhythmic slapping of his hand against your skin.

You could feel your body tense, ready to explode as he thrust his fingers deeper inside you. Gunwook's free hand moved up to cup your breast, pinching the nipple roughly before rolling it between his fingers. "That's it, sung," he growled, his voice low and husky. "Let go for me."

Your hips bucked upward, meeting the rhythm of his hand. You could feel the pressure building inside you, ready to break free in a wave of pleasure. You arched your back, digging your nails into his shoulders as you felt the climax racing towards you. "Gunwook," you moaned, his name falling from your lips in a pleading whisper.

He answered with a rough groan, his fingers moving faster inside you. His other hand gripped your hip tightly, holding you in place as he took you over the edge. Your body convulsed in his grasp, your voice escaping in a high-pitched cry as your orgasm consumed you. He continued to move against you, his fingers thrusting deeply as your walls squeezed around them, milking him for every last drop of pleasure.

Gunwook's breath was hot against your neck as he came as well, his body tensing against yours. His fingers remained inside you, still and wet, as he rode out the aftershocks of his orgasm. The world seemed to spin for a moment, and then slowly, it came back into focus. He leaned down, kissing your neck before pulling away, breathing heavily.

You lay there, panting, your body still quivering from the intensity of the experience. Gunwook smiled down at you, his expression satisfied and proud. "I'm way better at sex than you" he suddenly spoke, creating a other competition between the two of you.

You scoffed "Never, let me show you how good I can be" You spoke, eyes wandering down to his pants before cupping his buldge and lowering yourself to your knees...

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tachibubu · 1 year

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Sincerely, from your Friend.

∆ PAIRING ; Aemond Targaryen x Lannister!Reader/OC/Self-Insert

∆ SUMMARY ; In which you, the reader, saw your best friend Aemond marry another woman while being in an unrequited love with him.

∆ WARNINGS ; angst no comfort at all, if you don’t like little dialogues then I do not suggest this fic as it only focuses on the mc’s emotions throughout the whole ordeal with few dialogues. Alys Rivers is not a bastard here in this AU, she is referred to as Alys Strong instead. OOC?

NOTE ; Inspired by love, rosie and the other woman cover of lana del rey. I Also Made A Playlist! It’s a short read but I hope you can enjoy the music as well. If you would prefer one song as you read this fanfic I suggest High Hopes by Kodaline as the song is where it is heavily and mostly based on! I really suggest listening to the playlist or that song while you read this.

I am kinda 50/50 with this fic. I ironically like writing it but I just wished I could’ve wrote it better! It was supposed to be based on Charles and Diana’s arguement at the TV series though I scratched it even if I have already wrote a whole draft of it. So I wish you can enjoy this read!

A friendship is supposed to last; that is what you keep telling yourself.

Aemond and you were two of the closest people in the castle. You two struggled through the difficult times together. There were a couple times when you two argued, such as when you didn't agree with how he claimed Vhagar, but these disagreements were quickly resolved because you two couldn't stand to be apart from one another.

Your family will always be a Lannister, and your father, Tyland Lannister, entered the small council when Lord Corlys left to embark on war, and he kept his seat warm by holding the position of Master of Ships. He was permitted to stay at Kingslanding with his family as part of the arrangement, and this was fulfilled. You first encountered Aemond as he observed the Godswood while absorbed in his thoughts. Although the prince indicated he was fine when you asked him if he was, you insisted on making him happy when his expression and actions stated otherwise.

It started out slowly, with him initially being offended by your advances and considering them to be a pity. However, you were quick to disagree and dubbed it "being closer to someone of your age." Though one occurrence altered it all, you noticed him wandering through the corridors and into an unoccupied region. You crept up behind them, curiosity lingering, until you heard a single whimper and noticed his shoulders gradually begin to rise. You hurried over to him without hesitating, and when you did, he finally gave in and embraced you while he sobbed uncontrollably.

He would acknowledge your presence when you appeared in his presence by nodding; as a result, there was a mutual connection; and soon, small talk about subjects that only the two of you could dance about would begin. You will never forget the way his eyes lit up and how his normally firm lips rose their corners in fits of laughter the very day he laughed at your humor. That was the day you discovered you weren't just intrigued by the prince by simply wishing to be his friend; you were also gradually falling in love with him.

You welcomed the concept—the possibility—of having the surname Targaryen. You adored the way it resonated, and you soon began to think that little oddities in his behavior were very endearing. You enjoyed how his eyes would enlarge when he was earnest, his obsession with honing his swordsmanship, and the way his face would light up every time he saw you at the library as you both discussed the contents of the book you had just begun.

You love it all, even his eccentricities and his lowest points. Though things typically come to an end, when Alys Strong came into the picture, yours did as well.

Your pleasant interactions with Aemond eventually drifted to him gushing about the new lady that came into the Keep. Though it was difficult to overlook her frequent appearances as you and Aemond sauntered around the castle, you initially didn't bat an eye at it.

She would engage in the bonding activities you had with the prince. You were initially ok with her interruptions as you observed how Aemond would go from a man who typically pays attention to what you have to say to someone who would start speaking about topics you had never even heard of before when Alys would join.

Although you felt stiff, you were relieved that Aemond and Alys didn't notice it. How could they when they were attracted to one another? You two, along with one of Alys' closest friends, were invited to the castle for a modest gathering—a tea party. The very first time you had seen Aemond flush and stammer aloud was when he sat down on the chair that Alys gave and the way her hands lingered on his shoulder. He had never done that before, not to you or to anybody else.

It was unfair; she was gorgeous, intelligent, and intrigued by peculiar things. All of the activities and interests that Aemond loved. You understood you were holding back their development for one another at that point. You then excused yourself out of self-pity.

"You haven't even sat down." Aemond became suspicious when he noticed that you were suddenly acting differently and said, "How are you fairing?"

You laughed nervously, shaking your head as you placed one hand over it. "Yes," you answered too hastily, though you will soon regret it, "I meant no. Apologies, my mind is foggy, and I'm not feeling good at all."

Alys frowned as she spoke, "Oh dear, take your time and rest."

You added, "Well, I apologize for this hasty departure, and I shall now excuse myself, my ladies, and my prince." You had never regarded them by their titles before, but as you ran out the doors, you were overcome by your feelings. You gulped for air; unaware that you hadn't been breathing for the entire meeting, you were relieved to receive a break. You hurried to your room to get ready for the rest of the day as your eyes started to swell up.

Everything persisted, and your excuses increased significantly in frequency. While you were away, Alys became progressively closer to Aemond, and your connection with him deteriorated. Your heart would soar when Aemond would visit, giving you the impression that he had chosen you, even if the way he spoke when Alys was around was different. He would tell about how he bonded with the lovely girl, and even though it was just a wish, you hoped he had done the same for you.

Then it happened.

You wished you hadn't seen the invitation letter, but that can only be accomplished by going back in time or being blind, which Aemond wouldn't approve of. But there it is, opened and intact, the contents in sight as your head pounded.

Tomorrow night, Aemond and Alys are scheduled to propose marriage, as stated in the letter of invitation.

Your personal maid was waiting for your notice while your dress, which Aemond constantly complimented, was placed on your bed. Your heart began to race as the following day approached so quickly. Even as handmaidens assisted you with your attire and makeup, you divulged yourself in your thoughts to soothe your racing heart. Someone knocked on the door just as you were beginning to forget the incident. The someone being the one you'd hoped to avoid spending the entire evening with.

His pleasant voice, filled with honesty, was expressing, "You look beautiful, Y/N," and you will miss hearing it. You chuckled, then looked back at him and peered into his eyes.

You returned, "You look handsome as well, my prince," and you accompanied him out through the door. "I wish you wouldn't call me that, though," he said, his face seeming rather somber as his eyes continued to watch your every movement.

You lifted an eyebrow, "Call you what?"

"My title," he continued, with pursed lips as he gave you a knowing look. Was your distance really that significant, or had it gotten out of hand? He continued after clearing his throat to get your attention when you didn't respond, "We have been friends for so long; we are comfortable with each other, are we not?"

Your breath hitched, and you felt your eyes fill. "Of course, Aemond." Aemond caught a glimpse of it and hugged you. You blame yourself for being too conceited, and you appreciated his embrace by clutching a little too firmly onto his garment around his back, "I'm going to miss you."

Aemond rested his palm on your cheek and brushed your tears away, ending the hug with a chuckle that seemed to be in bewilderment. His face was so close to yours that if someone had seen it, they may well have thought it was immoral. "There's no need to; nothing will change. We will see each other again just like usual."

"Oh," were you expecting too much? Perhaps you are, and perhaps you should stop. You took a quick breath, refocused, and then steadied yourself.

"Of course," you both approached the banquet hall as you murmured with a somber smile and your hand accepting his outstretched arm.

There were too many people for you to appreciate, and your normal seat adjacent to the man you love was warm as it had already been claimed by someone else. Your gaze never left the pair, their fits of laughter after a few too many drinks, and the way they held hands when guests attended their proposal feast. Yes, you were resentful, but could you really blame yourself? Would you not be upset if the man you have loved for a very long time chose someone else instead of you?

The feast was lavish, with many tables set across from each other to precisely frame the couple. There were several chandeliers lit up especially for the event. You chuckled as you recalled asking Aemond when you were younger how it was done and his only response being that the stars did it. The guests who crowded the room were happy, which indicated that it was warm, but your side of it remained frigid.

Truth be told, your parents only recently decided to focus on your personal engagement a mere few weeks ago, and Cregan Stark, the young Lord of House Winterfell, offered his hand to you. Your parents have put a stop to all endeavors for all these years as they have witnessed your friendship with the prince, perhaps expecting that you two would soon find comfort in one another. How stupid you were, and now that you're old enough, the letters have become fewer and farther between, but you still hold out hope that you and Aemond will mend fences and become much more. A stupid idea, really.

Even though you were present, most of the speakers and toast-raisers were people you had never met before or who made fun of your relationship with Aemond. Although this gave you time to ponder, a true friend would congratulate your friend on their engagement. Although you weren't very adept at expressing your emotions, with the help of ail, it allowed you to become the kind of good friend you would imagine yourself to be. With your glass rising and a smile on your face, you sprang up and turned to face the engaged pair.

"I also," you cleared your throat while your hand trembled at the amount of attention you had gathered by your sudden outburst. Aemond gave a comforting nod at you, you almost laughed at yourself, even at this moment of time he is always so worried and supportive of you, "want to raise a toast."

You could hear the cheers of people, beckoning you to continue. "I would like to thank the Gods for how they introduced both of this loving couple to one another," you gazed at Alys with a warm heart; although with a tinge of envy, you couldn't help but see her blooming with beauty at the current moment.

"When Alys was first introduced, I knew instantly that Aemond would love her truly," Alys chuckled, placing her head on Aemond's shoulder while she smiled warmly at you.

Your smile fell, though your composure didn't, as you continued, your gaze hardening, "Choosing the one that you want to share your entire life with is a gift, something some of us will never get to experience."

"Your friendship and love have brought many things; some would say they can even see colors when both of you unite. Something I wish I could've seen as well, though the gods play a different game," A couple of people laughed as you joined their fits though yours were grave.

"They demonstrated to us that even if you don't view something as others may, you can still perceive it that way." You shifted your eyes on Aemond as you noticed him getting tense on his seat while you gnawed your lip in fear. If he wasn't conscious of your feelings at the time, perhaps he is now.

"Because I know I love you, no matter where you are, what you were doing, or whoever you loved. I will always be there, loving you as much as I can." The room fell still as low, astonished whispers from a few people emerged.

Aemond's jaw opened and his eyes widened as his hold on Alys loosened. It appeared as though he was about to say something but restrained himself. Alys' attention flickered between you two, from confusion to acknowledgement, but you guessed it just as such because you were too exhausted to really absorb anything before realizing how awkward the environment had become.

"As a friend," you laughed uncomfortably, correcting yourself. Your other hand, which was concealed below the table, would scratch its own skin with its overgrown nails; you know it would bleed, but the embarrassment is far more frightening than a simple blood spill. Alys appeared comforted as you turned back to glance at Aemond, who was left to his own thoughts while his gaze was still focused on you.

You continued, however your nerves were still there, "Though I am not alone now, and I am grateful that she provides you with things I couldn't provide."

"So let us raise our cups once more to my favorite friends." You raised your cup higher and placed a beaming smile on your face, saying, "Congratulations on your betrothal; may your marriage flourish and never end."

"Sincerly, from your friend."

While the audience applauded in unison and some even screamed accolades at you after your speech, it didn't help that after you sat in your seat, you felt yourself continue to merge with it as your eyes began to wet a little. Though it didn't stop there, Alys stood up, raising her own cup with a beautiful smile and saying, "Thank you, my dear friend. I also want to raise a toast to you about your engagement."

No, not like this. Your eyes became wide, nearly making you desire for her to cease, though she continued. Her smile widened, though it held no sincerity. "To Cregan Stark."

Aemond and you locked gaze once again. "I wish both of you a healthy engagement as well," the female added before coyly kissing her fiance's cheek. The expression he exhibited was a complex one, but you were too busy being humiliated to understand the message behind it.

Following the ceremony, there was a dance as people chatted among themselves. You could have thought it was an opportunity to introduce yourself, but instead you stood next to a pillar and listened to a woman talk to you about things you couldn't even fixate on. Only Aemond's potential current feelings toward you—possibly disgust—can impair your judgment. Even though your little encounter was swiftly over, you noticed Aemond peeking your way amongst the joyful crowd, seemingly hoping to strike up a conversation. Before turning to face you, he had excused himself from a Lord during his short conversation with the elder.

Your lips quivered as you reflected, 'No, not this way.'

You again excused yourself before Aemond could get to you. Avoiding a potential conversation between you two is the one thing you have ever been excellent at. You abandoned your glass and walked out of the overcrowded room as the lady nodded in understanding but seemed baffled. Missing the way Aemond had called out for your attention but was dismissed by your abrupt choice of action.

Your knees gave out as you attempted to stand in front of the tree, the exact godswood where you and Aemond first met, and tears began to flow from your eyes. You begged for prayers, pleading with your wounded heart to cease whatever it was doing and demanding that it carry you far from where you stood. You have suffered for too long; you have finally realized that, and you have acknowledged that the very God you were praying to is harsh and cruel. As you cradled yourself in your sobs, you yanked at the soil with rage, your forehead meeting the tip of it, as wails could be heard throughout the entire space, not caring if someone would eavesdrop.

You thought of vows that could have been ensued if you were only tough enough to conjure and confess your feelings to him, as well as the numerous ‘what ifs’ that might have followed.

Of all the people your heart has chosen to love, it chose a man who loves another. And most of all, you wept, wishing he had chosen you instead of her.

TAGS: @maymay456 ; @kalmado ; @ml0103 ; @justsumtuffstuff ; @zverea ; @parizparis

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valdaycare-au · 5 months

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The Halloween Update! (since we Mateo Vincent??? forgot to update the blog.) Part 4

Ah, right. Vincent attended the party (but it was quite obvious that he didn't want to be there). That Frenchie thinks he's—wait, what are you—!

Ah, there we go. I cannot let Mateo badmouth me again. Non, non, such a bad subordinate he is, really. Alors, if we have to answer then at least let me do it myself. (He threw me off of the computer! Que penjedo!)

I appreciated Sasha's offer to make a costume pour moi but alas, I already have it with me. It's a pirate costume from a while back and it's quite the surprise that it still fits me! I suppose I am still in pristine condition if I am still able to wear clothing from a decade ago. Also, s'il te plaít, ne m'appelle pas babygirl.

As for my favorite Little Wonder? Well, I will let you in a little secret, oui? I... really do not like kids. Surprising, non? I do not have experience taking care of them—I am still learning up until now. There was a point where I gave up and told Madame Ling if there were other positions I could work on instead of taking care of kids and I was in administration for a while but I do not know what it is... Maybe it was the time that Sasha was doing little puppet shows for the children and seeing how Jamie's eyes sparkled and giving Novikov ideas—something in me told me that maybe it's a good time to show off to this kid and make him like me. Jamie is a very passionate kid, I will admit, and even if I cannot keep up with le petit garçon's energy, I think... mm, oui. I believe I admire him. He has a good future ahead of him, and I try to entertain his creative thoughts every once in a while.

Klara est un incroyable prodige. But despite that, I do believe that the other sitters and I believe that she should have a proper childhood. I am incredibly thankful for her father who lets her be a child rather than pushing her to excel out of her own will. I definitely do not want her to end up like me, and I am very glad that she didn't have to fight for his approval. Quel enfant chanceux. She has a good head on her shoulders, and I am very honored to be the one she seeks out for when she has questions that needed logical answering. The fact that she trusts me the most in that regard is oddly... heartwarming. C'est très sympa, vraiment.

And of course, Ryo. Like Klara, the kid also has a good head on his shoulders. The only thing is that he doesn't join the others in playing, and it seems that he likes himself enough to only offer his company to his own. I couldn't help but feel for him. There's just... something about him that I couldn't quite place. But he allows me to be in his company—or, better yet, he wants my company. He doesn't tell me much, he only answers to me sarcastically when I ask questions (which is rather surprising for a kid his age! Trés impressionant!) But overall, he's truly nice. I do find it odd that he has not taken his adoptive father's surname, but that's not for me to pry on. There are things in life that aren't meant to be out in the open. C'est la vie!

...

Ah... apologies, I did not intend to get too sentimental, but I suppose that it's quite a nice thought to get lost in. Thank you for asking me this, merci beaucoup.

And Tala? Oh, dear. Our beloved Lady of Lightning does not like moi. They did ask me to include her here for some reason.

Oh, I am also getting the feeling that the parents do not like me.

#daycareval #daycare au #daycareval-comic #valorant #valorant au #daycareval-ask #daycareval-chamber #daycareval-yoru #daycareval-neon #daycareval-killjoy #daycareval-pheonix #valorant phoenix #valorant chamber #valorant neon #valorant killjoy #valorant yoru #valorant fanart #halloween #valorant art

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silent-stories · 1 year

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐇𝐔𝐈𝐙𝐎𝐓𝐋 - 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟐

Summary: When Y/N needs help on a hunt, she doesn't expect Bobby to send Dean Winchester to her. Now the two must work together to solve the case and Dean has to deal with Y/N's sarcastic and biting personality, that maybe he likes a little too much.

Pairing: Dean × F!Reader

Warnings: nightmares, swearing, cheating

Word count: 2283

Series

A house on fire, screams, his father, a crying child, creatures hidden in the shadows.

"Dean?"

Dean opened his eyes, and could see with relief that he had only had a damn nightmare.

Y/N seemed to be awake for hours and was standing in front of the bed.

"Hey. Are you okay?" She asked.

The man rubbed his face, holding back a huge yawn. He noticed with surprise that it was already morning from the rays of the sun that filtered through the window into the motel room, yet the time he rested had seemed so short.

"Mh, yeah, I'm fine. What time is it?" he asked hoarsely, his brow furrowed and his eyes narrowed, confused by sleep.

"It's almost seven a.m," Y/N replied, giving him one last look as if to make sure he was really fine, then shaking her head and going back to what she was doing, getting ready to leave. She was wearing some kind of secretary's suit and Dean couldn't help but think that it fit her very well.

He found himself observing the way her clothes enhanced her body in all the right places.

"Well, that sure doesn't help," he muttered to himself, alluding to something that usually happened to all men early in the morning.

"What?"

"Nothing," he murmured, waving a hand dismissively. "Forget it."

He sat up and sighed. Y/N repeatedly told him to hurry up, that whatever they were hunting would attack again. Dean, after getting ready like her, dressed in a suit and tie, reminded her that without having breakfast he would not go anywhere.

So, after three pancakes and a slice of pie, the hunter got behind the wheel and Y/N got into the passenger seat.

"Recap: I'm Agent Hetfield, FBI. You're my lovely colleague. We're here because we find there are similarities to some of our old cold cases. Okay?"

"It's not the first time I've pretended to be an FBI agent, Dean" she replied "And I can even pick better fake names than yours. James Hetfield? Seriously? Just hope that woman isn't a Metallica fan." She laughed reaching out her hand to remove his badge from his jacket and check with her own eyes that that was the right name. Dean let her do it, not giving her the slack she wanted.

"Fix your tie," she murmured waiting for someone to open the door.

"Okay, mom," muttered Dean in a childish way but following her advice that seemed more a threat.

When an elegant woman appeared before their eyes, dressed in black and with a handkerchief in her hand, they understood that they were facing the widow Dubois, wife of the first victim.

Before Dean could pull his badge out of his pocket, taken away from Y/N's hands only at the end of the car ride, the girl anticipated him.

"Hello Mrs. Dubois, I'm Agent Cobain and this is Agent Hetfield," she indicated him with a quick serious and professional glance.

Dean nearly rolled his eyes, so he couldn't pick the Metallica singer's name but she could use that surname surely borrowed from the Nirvana singer.

"We'd like to ask you a few questions about your husband."

The woman, at first seemed reluctant to let them in but then she made them sit inside her immense residence.

The house very large and obviously belonged to someone very rich.

Bernard Dubois was a financier, the woman explained.

"In the financial field, it's impossible not to have enemies," said Fleur, also of French origins like her husband, between sobs. "The police said it was a wild animal."

A wild animal? In their house??

"We have to consider all possibilities," Dean informed her cordially. Routine sentence of a hunter that everyone believed.

"Do you know if your husband knew this man?" Y/N asked, showing her the photo of the second victim who died under the same circumstances.

"Of course. He was my beloved Bernard's business partner. The manager."

Bingo!, Y/N thought immediately, exchanging a knowing look with Dean, sitting next to him.

So as Dean imagined the two victims had known each other and also for quite some time.

"They were working on the Lake Eire project," explained the woman, her nose red and her eyes tired.

Dean and Y/N raised their eyebrows in the exact same confused expression.

"They're building a dam," she added, when she noticed their questioning faces.

"Oh," they said in unison.

There was a silent pause during which Y/N and Dean looked at each other, accomplices. Both were thinking the same thing: it was a matter of revenge, and since the victims were business partners and therefore knew each other, there was a sure connection to that lake.

"Your husband was found here, right?" Dean asked.

"Yes" the woman nodded and began to sob again.

Dean and Y/N felt sudden discomfort, both of them looking in opposite directions, not knowing what to say. "He was in our bedroom...how a-am I going to live without him?!"

Dean cleared his throat and asked Mrs. Dubois where the bathroom was. He followed the staircase, as suggested, but instead of reaching the last door on the left, he sneaked into the woman's bedroom, where the victim had been found. He pulled out the electro magnetic frequency detector, hopeful. But it didn't light up, nor did it make that weird, usual sound.

So he put aside the revenge-seeking ghost theory.

He sighed deeply and shook his head slightly then noticed something on the floor, it looked like a leaf or something. Dean frowned and picked it up. It was a seaweed... what was a seaweed doing in Bernard Dubois' bedroom?

So the targets all had something to do with that project. Y/N really hoped that that was the right lead because, frankly, she didn't see any other way to solve that fucking case.

As soon as she saw Dean get up from the couch, she knew his intentions. He would check upstairs while she continued to question the woman, even though she didn't seem to know much about business, at least not as much as her husband.

"Has this project been going on for a long time?" She could hardly ask her: the widow kept sobbing and sniffing.

The woman shook her head but not to convey her ignorance about it: it was a no.

"We came back from Paris specifically for this job. We've been here for a week... and now my beloved Bernard is dead!" And she started crying again.

"Excuse me, but these days have not been easy..."

"I can imagine that," Y/N nodded.

"I've seen him so seldom. Since the works began he was always on site: he monitored progress to calculate an approximate deadline." The woman said blowing her nose.

"So the dam is already under construction?"

"Agent Cobain, it will be better to go back to the police station" Dean's voice announced as he returned to the room: he had found something.

"Look at this!" Dean said handing her a plastic bag, back in the Impala.

"What the hell is that?" she asked looking at it.

"What does it look like to you?"

“Okay, let me ask you in another simpler way: what do you think a seaweed was doing in that guy's bedroom?”

He shrugged. "We need to check that dam."

It was quite obvious at that point that the answers to their questions were in that project. Whatever was affecting the victims was in that lake and had left them a souvenir before leaving.

"I bet that crap was also in the second victim's room," Dean said with conviction.

He drove until he reached Lake Eiere, where the dam seemed to be already under construction. There were a couple of workers here and there in orange hats setting up a surveillance system. A man dressed in black, in a suit and tie, observed the area with a dull gaze. Another, a little taller, clapped him on the shoulder in consoling pats.

Dean and Y/N glanced at each other and, as if reading each other's minds, decided that those two were the right ones.

"Hi," Dean said, showing them his FBI badge. "Agent Hetfield, and this is my partner, Agent Cobain."

“We're investigating the deaths of Bernard Dubois and Mark Stern,” he added professionally.

"Weren't they attacked by a…?" stammered one of them, the shortest, in confusion.

"No," Dean replied dryly. "They were killed."

The two looked frightened, as if they were aware of the danger they were all in, because they were the other two business partners.

"You are?" Y/N asked, arching an eyebrow.

"Michael Connors and Peter Johnson," answered the taller man, considerably less traumatized than his colleague. “Bernard and Mark worked with us on this project.”

Dean and Y/N exchanged a quick glance, aware that those two would be the next victims.

After the usual routine questions, they didn't come up with anything new: no enemies in particular (not to want them dead, at least), no suspicious behavior from builders, engineers or anyone working on that project.

"We have to follow them," said Y/N as they walked away, raising her head to the sky, noticing that the sun was already setting over the construction site. And from what they understood that thing that was attacking business partners especially loved the dark. "We'd better keep an eye on them, after all that thing probably lived in the lake and could attack them even now." Y/N said next to Dean once they got back into the Impala.

They walked around the block to make the two think they were gone but after a few minutes they were hiding in the small place around the lake, an ideal location for a stakeout.

"So we are going to follow them, probably spend a sleepless night and wait for a monster to attack them. And we don't even know what it is or how to kill it?" She heard Dean complain. "Right, that's so clever!"

“But it's the only thing we can do. We don't have time to go back to the motel and do more research, we risk losing another fucking partner!"

"We don't even have anything to eat!" Added Dean dramatically, Y/N rolled her eyes even though, thinking about it, it wasn't a good plan at all.

"And which of the two are we gonna follow?" He asked indicating Michael and Peter with a nod of his head. "As lucky as we are, we'll end up following the man dropped from that bastard's menu."

"I don't think it will be a problem," she murmured with a frown, following the shadows of the two men moving towards the same car. "Company car?"

"I don't know, but we'd better keep up with them."

The two partners got into the dark and shiny car, then they left and Dean did the same, following them staying a bit far away, without attracting attention. The journey was very silent, neither of them spoke, maybe because they were too tired even to fight, even though that was their favorite hobby when they were together.

"Look" Y/N said after a while, nodding towards the car in front of them.

It had just turned right, entered an alley that led to the garage of a small house. Dean watched the scene frowning, then exchanged a look with his colleague. He pulled up across the street and they both stopped to look at the two guys. They looked like they were hiding something, and they moved stealthily, as if they were afraid of being discovered. Were they going to do something illegal or something?

It was clearer when, after the two men had entered the house, one of the ground floor windows lit up and they saw the two guys right there, looking into each other's eyes. The taller man slowly approached the other and then pulled him to him to kiss him on the lips.

Dean's eyes widened.

"Well, they say never reveal your next move, right?" The girl sitting next to him laughed.

"Y/N, c'mon! Those two are married and have kids."

"Do you think I've never seen worse?" she asked raising an eyebrow.

Dean rolled his eyes. “D-do you think… we should go in there?”

"What is it, you wanna join them?" She laughed and Dean just snorted.

Night continued to fall, dark, making that scene more intimate for the two in the house and more complicated for the hunters in the car who, unlike the first ones, were certainly not having a good time.

"How do we kill it?"

"I like to improvise," Y/N said, brushing her hair back with a lazy wave of her hand: just another way of saying she didn't have the faintest idea.

"Very enlightening, thank you," Dean said sarcastically, shaking his head.

He noticed with relief the two had disappeared from in front of that window. They had probably moved upstairs to the bedroom. He glanced at his watch: midnight.

"Well, at least they'll die happy and fulfilled," he joked, with a smirk that faded as Y/N glared at him. "I'm just trying to look on the bright side."

Several hours passed and when Dean checked his watch again, it said two in the morning. He was desperately trying to keep his eyes wide open, but his lids were closing on their own from exhaustion. Y/N, on the other hand, seemed attentive, staring at the house as if she expected to see something at any moment.

"Dean?"

"I'm awake!" he exclaimed suddenly. He was not always a good liar.

He had dozed off despite his best efforts, but he opened his eyes and rubbed his face, stifling a yawn.

"What's up?"

"The thing. It's here."

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noodyl-blasstal · 6 months

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Obvious Plant - Day 4

Day 4 of @taznovembercelebration I drew the "plant" prompt, and drew a second ("bakery AU") to contextualise it

Read below or on Ao3, and find yesterday's here.

"Have you worked out how to ask out the hot florist yet?" Lup says, ducking into the kitchen.

"Taako doesn't know to whom you're referring." Taako replies tartly. How dare she level any accusations against him, in all his innocence, when she's mooning over the guy who runs the denim emporium. He has never once stared longingly at Kravitz, never even dreamed about giving him free cookies just to see him make his pleased face and praise Taako for his ingenuity.

"Oh, so Taako isn't at all interested to know that Barry gave cha’girl Kravitz's number because of the WhatsApp chat I’m setting up for people who run the businesses at the IPRE mall?" Lup peers round the kitchen door to gauge Taako's reaction.

So maybe that piques Taako's interest a little, because he truly wants to know but he's not rewarding her with the knowledge. Taako keeps his face impassive. "Obviously it's interesting, for business reasons."

"Oh for business reasons, is it? Do you have some business thoughts you'd like to share with him?"

"I do actually. Good ones. Great ones."

Lup looks at him intently. He keeps his mouth shut. She raises her eyebrows, gives him the look.

"I'm more interested in your sudden decision to spend more time talking to the dinguses we work near. You really want Grant to be able to message you after hours as well as stopping in to complain about people not wanting to spend $20 on his magic juice?" Taako's on the offensive now. He's got suspicions is the thing, big, likely accurate suspicions.

"I think it's important, you know, as a member of the sales community."

"As a member of the 'wants to fuck the denim man’ club." Taako mutters it, but she still hears. She always hears, he swears she can read his mind sometimes. It's not fair that she got extra twin powers.

"It's not about Barry."

"Oh, so you know exactly who I'm talking about?"

"There's only one shop which just sells denim, Taako, it was pure deduction."

Taako takes his turn to wait, silence works better on Lup than it does on him. She panics and fills it, he’s pretty much immune to the compulsion.

"No one else has anything denim. Who else would I assume it was?"

Taako side eyes her and keeps his mouth firmly shut.

"I asked for his number and then I panicked, alright? Is that what you want to hear?"

"You did what?" It’s impressive, actually, he’d assumed it was going to take years for her to finally pluck up the courage to start the steps of asking Barry out.

"I was being brave!" She says, defensively.

"Until you panicked and made up a fake reason and he thought it was true and now you have to get everyone else's numbers and actually engage with them?"

Lup thunks her head against the door frame. "He looked confused about why I was asking."

"I'm confused about why you were asking!"

"Shut up. You like him too."

"Taako does not want to fuck Barold J. Bluejeans of the Bluejeans Emporium!" How dare she? Taako wants to fuck plant goth Kravitz... McKravitz(??? Note to self, find out surname), thank you very much.

"I didn't say you did, just that you like him. He said you'd gone round a few times."

Traitor. How dare he mention anything about Taako to anyone? Clearly Barry couldn't be trusted. Taako needed to re-evaluate their friendship general acquaintance-ship.

"He's nice, isn't he?" Lup retreats from the safety of the kitchen, eyes shining with the joy of torturing Taako with her inability to be normal about this man. Or, you know, love and affection or whatever. She plonks herself down on the sofa next to Taako, jostling him in the process, definitely and absolutely on purpose. "Just, he's really kind. I like kind. But he's funny too, and so smart, and, well, you've seen his ass in those jeans."

Taako shoves her sideways. "No!! Gross. Illegal. You are, henceforth, forbidden from mentioning Bluejeans Butt ever ever again."

"You know I'm right though." Lup cackles from her prone position. She doesn’t even seem the teensiest bit sorry.

Taako grimaces in reply, he’s not sure she notices, but it helps cleanse him.

“So you have a choice, brother mine - wanna join the group chat?”

“Absolutely not. I don’t want to engage with anyone en masse, especially not the dinguses we surrounded ourselves with when we got the bakery. It should have come with a warning.”

“You don’t want to join even though Barry messaged Kravitz to check, and Kravitz said I could add him to the group, and that means you’ll be able to show off in the group chat until he messages you privately?”

The wheels in Taako’s brain turned quickly. “Fine… but I’m doing it for business purposes. For the good of the bakery! It’s a brave sacrifice.”

“Uh huh.” Lup wriggles and grabs her phone from her pocket. A few taps later and his is buzzing away on the bedside table.

Lup de Lup: Cake Hard with a Vengeance

Welcome Takko, everyone.

Barold of the Bluejeans Variety

Hail and well met!

What a complete nerd. (How dare he use their secret greeting without Taako’s permission.)

Magnuscles: Chairs and Dog Training

Hey Taako! So good to see you here!

Taako still wasn’t entirely sure how the puppy, gym, and woodworking combination business functioned and made money, but Magnus always seemed busy. Maybe he trained the dogs to be still enough for people to bench them?

Kravitz: Raven’s Plants

Welcome, Taako

Lup snorts and taps at her phone again.

Lup de Lup: Cake Hard with a Vengeance

Oh good, you’re online Krav! Taako’s actually got some business propositions to discuss with you.

“I have some fucking what now?” Taako’s going to murder her right to death.

Lup smiles, too wide and painfully innocent, “that’s what you said, Taako, remember? You’re joining for business purposes, you have some ideas that you wanted to share with him.”

Taako’s phone buzzes again.

Kravitz

Hi Taako,

I thought it was sensible to message you individually about the business propositions.

What are you thinking?

Kravitz.

Taako was screwed, royally boned, in fact.

“He messaged me.”

“Good. That’s what I thought he’d do. He’s very efficient.” Lup says, cheerfully, happily, as if it isn’t a problem, as if she hasn’t just shoved him off a cliff without a parachute or a dinghy or whatever sounds worse and like more of a betrayal of her beloved brother.

“He messaged me about my business proposition.”

“You said you had a business idea, a good one, a great one!” Lup sounds too sweet for her to be anything but fucking with him right now. “Wait! You… you weren’t lying were you Taako? I’m shocked, shocked and astounded! I thought you were going to revolutionise the field of cake plants.”

“We are, actually.” Taako stands up and stomps out of the room. They will, too. Just as soon as he figures out how.

–

“Did you reply to Kravitz yet?” Lup flops down on his bed next to him.

“You didn’t knock.”

“You never do.”

“It’s different.”

“How exactly is it different?”

“I’m having feelings.”

“And I don’t have feelings?”

“It’s different.”

“Because you are a uniquely tortured creation?”

“Because you opened the door and kicked me through it and then laughed at me about it while I tried to claw my way back out of the pit but you didn’t offer me a ladder.”

“I think you might have mixed your metaphors there.”

“Nope, it’s a pit with a door. A fancy pit, for fancy boys.”

“Well I don’t have a ladder to throw down.”

“Hmm.” Taako takes out his phone. “I guess in that case.” He taps at the screen. “I’d better pull you down with me.” Taako hits send.

Taako: Cake Hard with a Vengeance

Thanks everyone. Glad Lup set this group up so I could talk business with Kravitz and she could proposition Barold too.

Taako: Cake Hard with a Vengeance

About business, obviously.

“Taako!” Lup stares at her phone, mouth hanging open in shock.

“Welcome to the pit!”

Lup’s phone buzzes in her hand. “He messaged me. About my proposition. He’s excited about working together.”

“Great. Now you can just tell him what your idea is.”

“I… I don’t… I didn’t.”

“Once again, welcome to the pit!”

“Fuck.” Lup pauses. “I like that he messaged me.”

“I like that plant goth messaged me.”

They lie side by side, sigh in tandem, and stare up at the constellation of elderly glow in the dark stars plastered on Taako’s ceiling.

“Plant brownies?”

“Illegal.”

“Not that kind of plants!”

There’s another pause.

“Is jookies anything?”

Taako wants to scoff, he does, but... “Fuck. I think it actually is.”

“HA! Suck it!” Lup leaps off the bed and performs a triumphant victory lap. “I’m out of the pit, bye loser!” She flips him a final finger before diving out of the door.

It’s fine. Taako can think of something. Cakes and plants, flowers, cakes. Flower cakes… cake flowers…

Taako

You bet your sweet butt Taako has a business proposal for you.

Kravitz

My sweet butt? Been paying it a lot of attention have you?

Shit. He wasn’t supposed to ask questions, he was just supposed to tell Taako what a genius he was.

Taako

Stay on topic Kraveroo, cha’boy’s about to make us millionaires. Hear me out: cake bouquets.

Kravitz

I think they’re a thing already?

Taako

Nuh uh.

Kravitz

I mean, yuh huh.

Kravitz, rude bitch that he is, sends a link to a Google result page. Maybe they are a thing, maybe Taako should have checked.

Taako

I don’t see any copyright. Or any sign that you already offer the service.

Taako

Or is this your way of saying you don’t want to work with Taako?

Kravitz

Not no to working together, no to saying I don’t want to work with you, because I want to work with you, I’d love to.

Kravitz

Cake bouquets, sounds great! Good! Original, even!

Kravitz

Why don’t we meet up to discuss the plans?

Kravitz

Over dinner?

Kravitz

Unless you have plans for dinner?

Taako

Are we going on a date, Kravitz?

Kravitz

We can be? If you’d like to be?

Kravitz

Or it can be a business date

Kravitz

Business meeting

Kravitz

An appropriate thing for colleagues to do.

Kravitz

Colleagues who don’t want to date.

Taako

You don’t want to date Taako?

Kravitz

Now I didn’t say that, did I?

Kravitz

Unless you don’t want to date.

Kravitz

In which case, no

Taako rolls onto his stomach and kicks his feet up. This idiot gets so flustered every time they talk, it’s hard not to mess with him, but he’s going to try.

Taako

Taako certainly didn’t say that - dinner sounds great.

Taako

But more importantly, I’ve had another great idea:

Taako

You could sell pots for plants.

Kravitz

Incredible! Another great idea.

Taako

Have you considered that on Valentines day people might like to buy roses?

Kravitz

Revolutionary! Do you have any other great ideas?

Taako

You’ll have to find out at dinner, stud.

#TAZNC #taz november celebration #Noodyl Writes #Taako #Kravitz #Taakitz #Blupjeans #Jookies

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pocketramblr · 3 months

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36 for the word game, please!

36. — conditional

"You don't... want to eat my soul?" Izuku asked. Everything felt unreal, between the light around the demon and the floating sensation between Izuku and his body. Maybe it was just the bloodloss or oxygen deprivation. Maybe the demon wasn't even here. That'd be the better option, right?

"It would not be." The demon grumbled. "Young man, I'd have to be a very powerful demon to utilize souls in magic. I don't know if anyone but the demon king has ever managed it. As for eating humans... Well, yes, some demons would. But I don't."

Well, then Izuku's would-be murderers were going to be very disappointed.

"They just summoned a demon, guess there wasn't a way to phone ahead and check your interest. Sorry you got dragged into this too, then, you can leave right?" And then with no demon to fulfill their wish, Izuku's kidnappers would... Probably just kill him. He was dead anyway.

The demon's brows furrowed, his eyes shone sharp blue in black. "I could, but I don't want to leave you to your death. Nor do I want them to try again, with another summoning circle."

Oh. That was nice of him.

"Unfortunately, I can't really do anything yet until I accept or deny the contract. Until you are dead, or mine." The demon began to pace, yellow bangs swaying side to side. Izuku watched him, and didn't move from the circle painted on the ground. Moving sounded like it would hurt.

"Well, I guess..." The demon sighed, then turned back. "Ok, here's an offer: I adopt you as my son. That means accepting the contract, with another on top."

Izuku already had a dad. He thought about what his mom would say if he said yes, it would have broken her heart. But if he said no... Well she wouldn't exactly have been happy about this, either.

"As your son?"

"It would allow you safe passage to the Netherworld and would fulfill a condition of the contract."

"The Netherworld?"

"Where demons dwell. As I said, in this world... You're not long for it."

"What are the other conditions?"

"I'd need something from you. As this saves your life, you'd have to give up something too."

"My soul?"

"No, that'd be under my custody until you reach adulthood. You'd have to give up your surname."

"Oh, like, change my name on the family registry because I'd be adopted? Demons have family registries too?"

"Sorta... But no. I mean, give it up. You wouldn't ever remember your family's name here, and it'd be replaced with mine."

Oh.

It was his mom's surname.

"So if I don't agree, I die. And if I do, I forget my name and go to the Netherworld with you, and you are definitely only going to adopt me and not eat me because if you wanted to do that you already would have, I guess, and... What happens here? To make sure there isn't another summoning circle or they try to get even more people killed because it apparently works and-"

The demon waved a hand. "In accepting, I would also be sealing the deal with... them too, yes, but I can then make sure they are unable to do anymore harm with it."

"So, you wouldn't be giving them what they want?"

The demon snorted. "I'd be giving them what they think they want. And I can promise you this, they will regret it."

Izuku almost asked what it was. Almost asked what they wanted badly enough to kill him. But couldn't.

"All right. I agree."

"Really?" The demon sounded too surprised, considering he'd been trying to sell Izuku on this plan. Or, trying to get Izuku to sell on his plan?

"Yeah."

"Deal. Sign here." The demon snapped, and papers and and old pen hovered in front of Izuku. He couldn't read the paper.

He signed it anyway.

#and that's why everyone calls him 'Izuku' and no one uses Midoriya in that au #because of the conditions on the adoption #anyway! should izuku have signed a contract he can't read? no #but was it totally worth it because now he gets dad might? yes #pocket talks to people #shih shoulda had it #ask game #a familiar Netherworld au

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justrainandcoffee · 3 months

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Daughter (Alfie Solomons x fem!oc) ~ Final + Epilogue.

Alfie Solomons x Rose Coldwell (ofc) Masterlist

Summary: Alfie and Rose are about to face the most difficult time of their lives. But they are not alone, because little Allie is there to be with them. Now and 18 years into the future, too.

Warnings: Some parts could be angst. But mostly fluff. || Inaccurate medical terms, maybe (I'm not a doctor) Mentions of difficult pregnancy and birth.

Words: 3.K || Part 1. Series Masterlist (the first part was posted on my other blog @raincoffeeandfandoms)

The next morning dawned cloudy. Rose was still in bed and had decided not to go to work that day, she just didn't feel like going out to face the world. Her husband was in the kitchen preparing breakfast and Cyril was lying on his side next to her.

The dog was looking at her and even though Rose's mood was not the best, she couldn't help but smile. The animal knew how to make her feel better. Cyril settled even closer to her and sniffed her. Then he rested his head on her belly.

He had never growled at Alfie before, but he did when Alfie approached Rose to give her a cup of coffee and a kiss on the forehead. Alfie had the innate reaction of pulling his hand away.

"What's wrong with you, boy?" Alfie looked at his dog confused by his behaviour. "What's that protective attitude of yours? I'm not going to hurt her!"

"He must think you're going to kick him out of bed and lie in his side," she replied, smiling.

"His side?"

"I don't make the rules, Al."

"You're lucky that I love you, Cyril."

The dog wagged his tail but didn't lift his head from Rose. "You'll be all right, sweetheart?"

The night before had been too unexpected and too much of a roller coaster of emotions for him. Alfie had tried not to think about everything she had said to him as he held her to his chest but it wasn't easy. On the one hand there was the science that said his wife was pregnant but on the other, two tests had said otherwise. It was true that pregnancy tests sometimes failed, but it was also true that it was not uncommon for a blood test to have someone else's name on it. Late though it was, Rose had fallen asleep but Alfie had not. He couldn't sleep, so he spent the whole night being invaded by thoughts he hadn't had before. Perhaps because of being tired, he hadn't noticed that Cyril's protective attitude might mean something.

"I'll be fine. I'll just stay in and read and enjoy your breakfast. Go, Al, maybe a day off is what I need."

"Call me. Love, call me anything you need."

"I'm going to be fine. Don't worry about me." Rose didn't know how wrong she was.

Breakfast had been good and, as always, Alfie's baking did not fail to lift her spirits. After settling under the covers again, she picked up the book she was reading and continued it. Or tried to. Her mind was not really with her but with the doctor she was tye previous day.

"Medicine is a developing science… it doesn't explain everything." The woman's voice was in her head and on the desk she shared with Alfie was the card of the obstetrician surnamed Jackson.

She stroked Cyril's head before closing the book and deciding to sleep. Turning off the brain in such cases was the best thing to do.

But she didn't last long in bed. A little over an hour later, she got up and rushed to the bathroom and Alfie's tasty breakfast ended up going down the toilet.

She slowly stood up and walked over to the sink where she wet her face and then looked at herself in the mirror for several minutes. Drops of water fell down her face.

"Fuck…" she said to her reflection. "Fuck."

That was the first of her symptoms, not counting the repeated cravings. And over the next four days, others began to appear, such as unpleasant smells that only she could sense and mood swings that became more evident. Finally, that same fourth day, it was Alfie who called Dr. Jackson to make an appointment for his wife.

If there was a baby inside her, there was only one way to find out and that was with an ultrasound.

The warmth of spring was beginning to be felt, but Rose was cold. Not physically, but it was an icy sensation that ran down her spine and if it wasn't for the fact that she hadn't been able to eat breakfast, she would probably have ended up throwing up in the waiting room as well. Usually she was the one trying to stay calm, but this time Alfie was the one in charge of that. He took her hand in his and forced her to take a deep breath. It was going to be all right, he said.

Dr. Jackson was a black woman with a friendly smile. Perhaps she could see the panic in Rose's eyes because the first thing she did was give her a glass of water and ask her to sit down. She told her the same thing that Dr. Garrett, the first one to see Rose, had told her: sometimes miracles happen. But if Rose still had any doubts, Dr. Jackson would be happy to answer them.

With Alfie beside her again and as she lay on the stretcher, Rose reached for his hand. She was thankful it wasn't an electrocardiogram because at that moment her heart was about to burst out of her chest. Her mind was in another dimension.

The cold gel on her abdomen brought her back to reality.

"Let's see," Jackson said and a smile spread across his face. "Well, there it is. That there, that's your baby."

There on the screen was what Rose had so far refused to believe was possible. At last it had been true. In the end, it had happened. Alfie would swear he had never cried when he saw that little dot on the screen that was his son. But it was a lie because he had cried.

It was April 2024 and Rose and Alfie were looking at their baby for the first time. Eight weeks pregnant, the doctor said, and only now could she see that it was true. It must have been in that week in mid-February that Rose and Alfie decided to travel to a Scottish island. They hadn't been able to enjoy the scenery because a storm had forced them to stay inside the hotel but they had found other ways to spend their time and now that had been exposed. It was incredible, if they thought about it, that this had not happened in the nearly seven months they had spent locked in the Inn, with little and nothing to do in those days except having sex.

Dr. Jackson was also honest with them. As much as the pregnancy was unexpected, almost impossible to happen, it was also risky. It didn't mean that in the months ahead Rose should spend her entire days in bed, but that she should be more careful than any normal pregnant person should be. But also, she said, with more frequent check-ups everything should be fine. For now the baby was completely healthy.

In the weeks that followed, Alfie was more protective of her than usual. She should do nothing if he could do it, and even went so far as to propose hiring a maid, which she refused. There was no need because she was fully aware of what she could and could not do. Besides, Alfie had reduced the hours he spent inside the Inn working so the time they spent apart was almost nil. The two of them had started to prepare the new room that would be for the baby. Cot, nappies, toys, clothes, everything they thought would be needed and maybe more. Including a T-shirt for Cyril announcing that he would be the big brother of the family.

Without much fuss, more quietly than Alfie and Rose would have expected, two more months passed. Only now was her bulging belly beginning to show. In her husband's eyes, she had never looked more beautiful than she did now.

Dorothy and Allie had just entered the Inn a June afternoon. The mother was starting her shift and the girl, as usual, fresh from kindergarten, was planning to spend those hours with Alfie. Only this time Rose was there.

A big smile came across the girl's face when she saw her, considering she hadn't seen her for several weeks.

"Mom Rose!" The little girl ran up to kiss her on the cheek and then put a hand on her belly. "You're huge!"

"Thanks, Allie? I'll take that as a compliment. I have something to show you, come." Rose patted the armchair where she was sitting and Allie settled in next to her. From inside a notebook, she pulled out her most recent ultrasound done earlier that morning. Neither she nor Alfie could any longer conceal the joy they both had.

From behind the counter, Alfie listened to the exchange of words between his wife and the girl.

"Is this the baby?" she asked.

"Yes, but there's more to it than that, Allie. Now we can say that you will be his big sister."

"His? But I… the dream was a girl."

"I know, maybe it was… I don't know, like an angel? Or something?"

"No! It was a girl! I saw her, I talked to her. She was your daughter! She had long hair and she was beautiful!"

"But the one inside me is a boy, Allie. Joshua David Solomons."

"A boy! Is his name going to be Joshua?"

"Yes, it's an important Jewish name and both Alfie and I like it. So does David. Maybe not the little sister you were hoping for, but a brother."

"Maybe I was wrong…"

"Allie," said Rose, kissing her on the forehead. "I don't know anyone who has been more right about anything than you. Even when we all didn't believe it was possible you were the first and only one who was right about the baby. Even if it's not a girl."

Allie smiled hugely. At least that was true. The girl looked at the ultrasound again and although it was fuzzy she could make out the shape of the baby.

"Joshua…" she repeated the name and then looked at Rose. "I think I'll call him Jo. I think he might like it."

"Jo, then! I'm sure he does, sweetheart."

If Joshua Solomons could have given any sign of being happy to hear his name in the little girl's voice, he surely would have done so.

Seven months pregnant now and Rose's belly was really noticeable compared to her height, but it was tender to see. And also was what no one else could see: all the Alfie leaned gently against his wife, feeling his son inside her. If, years ago, Alfie had been asked if he was considering such a life he probably would have said no. And Rose would have said the same, because it was the last thing she would have expected.

It was mid-September when the worst began.

Alfie had had to go to the bank and had told Rose that Tommy would be by to pick up some papers. So that's why he was there. And fortunately he was there.

"…so, tomorrow I'm going to look for Alfie, to… Rose?"

Tommy threw the papers on the floor and walked over to her who had just leaned on the table and winced in pain.

"No, no! It's too early! No!"

"Rose, what's wrong!" Tommy had a hand behind her back and a worried look on his face.

"The baby… it's two months away! Not yet!" she replied, but the pain in her abdomen made her scream.

"To the hospital, now."

Tommy called out to Alfie from the car as he drove, flashing his lights to let him pass. In the seat next to him, his friend's wife was breathing heavily and her eyes were teary. For Tommy, the hospital had never been so far away. But he had never felt such relief in his life as when he saw the building in the distance.

A nurse and doctor put Rose in a wheelchair and wheeled her in. Tommy would not see her again until two days later. Alfie arrived ten minutes after them and also came in after his wife. Doctors had no choice but to perform a caesarean section if they wanted to save the baby's life. At just seven months gestation, Joshua Solomons had decided it was time to come into the world.

It was by far the smallest thing either of them had ever seen. Weighing barely a kilo, it could easily fit into one of his father's hands. But he was clearly in no condition to go home. Even when Rose recovered and was discharged, the baby remained in the hospital and would do so for the next ninety days.

Alfie hired a new employee to cover his work hours and devoted full time to caring for his son and wife. Not only was Joshua small, he was also fragile. Day and night, he and Rose took turns watching him. It wasn't supposed to be like this. It was normal for the whole family to return home after a few days, but that hadn't happened for them.

"When can I see him?" asked Allie one afternoon when she happened to meet Alfie at the Inn.

"You can't now, sweetheart. But in a little while, perhaps, you'll be able to meet him."

"How is she? And how are you?" This time it was Dorothy who spoke.

"I'm so tired. I hardly sleep and Rosie… Rosie doesn't want to leave the hospital. Last week, the baby went into intensive care and I thought I was going to lose Rose and my son at the same time. It's harder than I can say."

"Hey, Alfie…" Dorothy put a hand on his arm "the child has your blood and hers. He's a fighter. And this is only temporary. Before either of you know it, all three of you will be able to be in the house."

"Do you think so? I wish, because it's very difficult to see someone so small connected to numerous wires and tubes. Rose can't breastfeed him yet because the baby would drown, so he's only feed through a tube and it's killing Rosie. My poor Rosie."

Dorothy, smiled at him "she's lucky to have you. Don't worry, Alfie, I told you…it's going to pass."

The first improvements began to show after almost 50 days. Joshua had gained weight considerably, considering how small he was, and he had opened his eyes as well. Once again Allie had been right: his eyes were just like Rose's, but his face was just like his father's. It was impossible to deny that he was his son.

The first time he could actually hold him in his arms it felt like holding humanity's most valuable treasure. In those days, too, Rose slept normally again, and that was something that reassured Alfie. To feel her in his arms again, at peace, was one of the many things Alfie had prayed for.

Weeks later, when they arrived at the hospital they found that Joshua no longer had feeding tubes. That was the first time Rose was able to breastfeed him and both of them (plus other parents who were in the same situation as them) ended up smiling and crying at the same time. But not Joshua, the baby seemed more than happy to finally feel his mother closer. That day was also the first time Alfie sent a picture of the baby to everyone he knew. All the previous ones were on his phone, but that one in particular had to be shared.

If they had been Christians, it would have been a Christmas miracle. But they weren't, so it could be considered a Hanukkah miracle.

It was December, London was illuminated by thousands of lights, when at last Joshua was allowed to go home to his parents. He would meet Cyril, something their poor dog had long been waiting for, and he would also meet little Allie. For if anyone deserved to see the baby, it was she.

It was still daylight when the three Solomons left the hospital. Alfie was driving while in the back seat his wife was with their son, making sure nothing would happen. But the little boy, oblivious to everything, simply slept.

Allie met Joshua three days later. The girl and her mother had gone to their house at the invitation of Alfie and Rose. The girl could barely contain her joy when she saw the baby.

"It's really tiny."

"Yes, he is," Alfie replied. "But he's growing fast."

"I'm going to be the best sister in the world."

There was no argument about that. Allie had decided that Alfie and Rose were her parents at heart so, logically, Joshua was her brother. And from that moment on and in the years that followed Allie would keep her word.

Epilogue. 18 years later.

"Well, Jo… here I am. Sorry, work kept me busy all day."

"Don't worry."

Allie, now 22 years old, looked at her brother with intrigue. He wasn't her blood brother, but the two of them had grown up together as if they were, and on more than one occasion Allie had stood up to anyone who tried to bother him. Because no matter what Joshua was her brother. And now that he was legally an adult, that hadn't changed, even if he was taller than she was.

"Well, tell me."

Locked in his room, Allie followed the boy's eyes as he began to walk in circles.

"Mom and Dad already know," Joshua said, "but there's something I need to tell you."

Allie's eyes widened "oh my god… you got a girl pregnant!"

"What the fuck, Allie, no!"

"Sure? Joshua!" The girl stood up and grabbed him by the shoulders. He sat her back down on the bed.

"Will you shut up? Listen to me!"

From the kitchen, where Alfie was looking at his phone and Rose was finishing some emails, they could both hear Allie's high-pitched, happy cry.

"She knows now, Rosie. Allie's going to make our lives impossible now."

"In the end, as always, she was right. But how were we to know?"

"I knew it! I knew it! Over time I convinced myself that what I saw in my dreams was a figment of the imagination of the little girl I was, but no! Deep down I knew it! Oh my God!"

Allie was standing on the bed and only realised where she was when the excitement of the first few seconds passed.

"Tell me something!" her sibling demanded.

Allie jumped off the bed onto the floor and with the biggest smile she could muster, spread her arms wide. The words she had just heard rang in her head: 'I am not a boy. I don't identify as a boy, I identify as a woman. I don't want the pronouns he or him but she or her. And the name… I am simply Jo. Jo Solomons.'

Allie wrapped her arms around her sister and felt tears burn in her eyes, "You're the sister I dreamed of. I literally dreamed you, Jo. You showed up in my life before mum and dad even knew you existed. I love you, Jo and I'm going to be the best sister you'll ever imagine and… fuck, I'm crying. Jo Solomons, you're beautiful and perfect and I'm going to take care of you until the last day of my life because that's what big sisters do. Because if anyone says anything to you, I swear I'm going to haunt them for the rest of their life."

"I'm bigger than you now!"

"I don't care. You'll always be my little sister. Mum and Dad, what did they say?"

"I don't think they could have reacted any better. Dad was silent for a few minutes, in shock, I think, but finally they both went "okay, you have our support. We love you" And literally the dinner that followed was like nothing happened. And dad greeted me this morning with 'good morning, my girl.'"

"Papa Alfie is the best. But, now I need to go and talk to them. I need to tell them that I, Allie Brown Solomons at heart, even when it took me 18 years to prove this, I always knew they were going to have a daughter."

#alfie solomons #alfie solomons x ofc #alfie x rose #alfie solomons x oc #modern au #peaky blinders x oc #peaky blinders #alfie solomons fanfic #alfie solomons imagine

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winterfleursblog · 4 months

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𝑼𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒐𝒆 (𝒔𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒍)

A sequel to "After the storm"

☆ Pairing: Nanami x Fem!reader

☆ Genre: Alternate Reality, Comfort, Fluff

☆ Synopsis: What's a better thing to do than to stroll down a snowy street with the one you love? It's Christmas eve, and both you and Nanami had just gotten out of the hospital. Although both of you were still recovering from major injuries, Nanami was determined to make this Christmas special, 'cause he didn't want to waste anymore time.

☆ Warnings: None, actually, just that the plot doesn't follow along with the manga's ending of the Shibuya incident.

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Hokkaido is such a lovely place--the snowflakes fall from the heavens to blanket the earth and the mountains are seemingly cloaked with cotton balls due to the snow. However, none of these compare to the beauty of your lover beside you, holding your hand. He's wearing an eye patch, his right arm is covered in bandages, and any beauty expert would tell you that he looks like a disaster right now, but your rapidly beating heart says otherwise.

Nanami, in a soft voice, asked nicely, and all you could feel were the butterflies in your stomach every time you catch a glimpse of him.

It's 8 pm, and snow was falling while you walk down a quiet overlooking street hand by hand.

"Are you cold?"

"No, I'm fine."

While walking towards the highest spot in the street, you noticed something—your lover seemed to be lost in thought, touching his eye patch at times. Although his expression showed no signs of discomfort, you were worried.

Looking around, you saw very few distant people, which was expected since the overlooking spot was only known by natives. Breaking the silence, you suddenly hugged Nanami from the front.

"I love you, Kento~"

This gesture took him aback as it was out of the blue, and you usually use pet names like "darling" and "love" to call him.

He reciprocated your action and engulfed you in his arms.

"I love you too y/n."

Noticing that he finally smiled, you decided to shower him with affection to get whatever was on his mind off.

"My sweetheart looks so handsome, especially under the snow."

This was followed with a kiss, and he couldn't help but blush.

"Am I really still handsome to you?"

Although he was smiling, you knew that this is what he'd been thinking of for the past few minutes. The answer to his question was of course, yes. However, a simple yes couldn't express your feelings right now.

"Hmm....well if it was my first time meeting you right now.. I'd ask for your number. But since it's been 4 years since we've been with each other, I, as a woman, will ask for your hand in marriage. Does that answer your question, dear?"

Flattered by your response, the blonde man couldn't hide his blush and was speechless.

"Oh, and I definitely mean what I say."

Without wasting a second, he hugged you tightly as he planted a kiss on your forehead.

"I could say the same, my wife."

Now, it was your turn to be flustered. He never used the term "wife" before, and hearing it for the first time made your heart beat fast. Before having a chance to respond to him, he held your hand and took you along.

You finally reached the highest peak of the elevated street, and you could see the busy roads and colorful lights of the buildings.

"Hey, y/n, do you have any last words as [y/n full name]"

"Hm? What do you mean?"

"'Cause by Christmas next year, you'll no longer be Ms. [y/n surname], you'll be Mrs. Nanami."

Your lover's sincere smile, accompanied by his sweet words melted your heart. Although he proposed to you the night that the Shibuya incident occurred, he never had the chance to give you the ring because of the rapid turn of events.

Nanami got down on one knee, and reached for a box on his pocket.

"I can no longer imagine a life without you. Whenever I think of Kuantan, Malaysia, I only see us, living under one roof."

"I promise to protect you, even if it costs me my life."

"Of course, dear. I'll marry you in every lifetime we're together."

"Formally, this time, will you marry me?"

This was probably one of the best moments in your life. Everything was just so...perfect.

Gently holding your hand, he placed the ring on your ring finger.

"Merry Christmas, Mrs. Nanami. I hope to spend all my Christmas days with you."

No other words had to be said. He first cupped your cheeks and seconds after, your lips met each other. The kiss, innocent at first, turned passionate. Sure, he didn't give a speech on why he wanted to marry you, but his lips did all the talking.

After sharing a passionate kiss in the secluded area of the mountain, you two enjoyed the view for a while and went back to your rented cabin right after.

All you wished for was a second chance in life, but somehow, you even got a better—no, actually, the best one ahead.

.ೃ࿐ The end ~

Notes: ART ISN'T MINE ! It belongs to @aozora1227 on twt.

As you've seen, this IS a sequel, so read the my first fic to understand it better (After the storm).

#jjk #jjk spoilers #nanami comfort #nanami kento #au #fluff #tooth rotting fluff #alternate reality #jujutsu kaisen #comfort #christmas #fluff and romance

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harrowharks-iliac-crest · 7 months

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Gideon the Ninth Appendices (continued)

Cohort Intelligence Files

Oh, these are written by Judith!

Wow, she and Marta joined the Cohort when they were literal children - eleven and ten, respectively. I guess it's somewhat common to burden little kids with responsibilities early amongst the Nine Houses?

On Naberius Tern:

He also has an extremely good opinion of himself and his swordplay, an opinion that Lt. Dyas notes occasionally aligns with reality.

Oh I love the subtle shade here. I'm also noting that Coronabeth's charisma seems to dazzle even Judith Deuteros as she is writing this, since she doesn't know about her or Ianthe's necromantic prowess - yes they were homeschooled, but knowing that necromancers are usually frail, wouldn't you wonder whether Ianthe is more necromantically apt, quietly, from her sister's shadow?

I guess not.

On Isaac Tettares:

the eldest of eight. [...] Father killed by terrorists out on [REDACTED] nineteen years ago: all of his children have been posthumous and the title held in stewardship.

Interesting! Also the bit about how kids can be born either of XX-carrier or vat-womb. Reproduction sure has advanced a great deal (as has the disconnection of sex from gender, apparently - which I've noticed before, but is obvious enough here to comment on it!)

Anyway, as we learned in Harrow the Ninth, the father does not have to be physically present for a child to get their genetic material. All you need is said genetic material. If you're in an important position in your House, presumably it's custom to save an amount of genetic material so you can continue to have heirs in the event of your death.

It seems customary for the Fourth to go to school at the Fifth, which explains the close relationship between Isaac and Jeannemary, and Abigail and Magnus.

On Protesilaus:

He's married??? He has children???? Oh my goodness, that makes his unfortunate demise at Cytherea's hands so much more tragic.

... Okay, I think that's all I really have to say on that!

A little explanation of naming systems

I did already get the idea, literally from the Dramatis Personae in Gideon the Ninth, that names refer to your House. Interesting to me is that they work differently to current surnames: people have different last names to their parents, and their last names are at least somewhat unique to them. Even siblings rarely share a name, making Coronabeth and Ianthe exceptions to the rule.

Interesting!!

Pelleamena and Priamhark: It shouldn't surprise me that these two are named for people in the Iliad. I kind of figured, with Priamhark, but it's a little less obvious with Pelleamena.

I adore the little pronounciation guides, tbh.

Crux, to rhyme with "sucks": Yeah sounds about right

Marta Dyas: DIE-ass. I'm sorry, I couldn't come up with anything better.

You know, I'm glad I decided to dig into these in a bit more detail, because Tamsyn's notes on these are hilarious.

On Ianthe and Coronabeth:

In the original, Ianthe and Corona were "Cainabeth and Abella", a feat of naming so unsubtle that I might as well have just gone with "Goodtwin" and "Badtwin". And it's not even accurate! It should be Badtwin, and Lessbadtwin.

I'm reminded of Coronabeth going "She could have taken me!!!" after Ianthe became Lyctor. Oh, she sure could have! Why do you sound jealous, Coronabeth?

On Jeannemary and Isaac:

Isaac here foreshadows Gideon's death by doing the "bravest and stupidest" thing, i.e. getting his abdomen made into a huge Connect-4 board. I might as well have called Jeannemary and Isaac "Don'tgetattached" and "Deadsoon".

Okay, rude. I mean, I didn't end up reading into the naming while reading Gideon for the first time, though maybe I should have. Maybe I wouldn't have gotten so attached (and upset) when they were both deadsoon.

On Palamedes:

Pal-AM-a-dees. At first I had a coarse comparison here, but then I removed it.

Palamadeez nuts, lol. So rude, Tamsyn.

Oh wow, more foreshadowing in the names of Dulcinea and Protesilaus. Wow. Okay remind me to dissect any new names that come up in Nona the Ninth (whenever I get to actually reading that).

... Okay, we're done with the appendices of Gideon the Ninth!!

Now soon to follow: Appendices of Harrow the Ninth, including As Yet Unsent, then I will read The Mysterious Study of Doctor Sex, and then, then finally, we will start on our reread of Gideon and Harrow.

I can't wait!

#tlt liveblog #the locked tomb liveblog #tlt spoilers #the locked tomb #tlt #gideon the ninth #harrow the ninth #gideon the ninth appendices

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waffle-crisp-art · 9 months

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Hi hello i'm joining the rant box🧇

Lurik is everything it shouldn't be (and I can't get over it)

If you see this post you most likely know who Lotus and Rurik are. Those two guys that were so messed up that noone's surprised they're from ut au fandom? Yeaaah. They ARE messed up but not in the way some people think they are.

Rurik got treated so badly that most of the fandom still thinks he's a soulless psychopath who ties Lotus to a tree and throws knives at him (I guess it's too late to get rid of this trope now oh well) or a cheater that never cared about Lotus or even got with Dante (who's also a victim of misscharacterisation by the way) just out of spite, which isn't true. On the side note, people don't even know Rurik's surname is Liderc not Roller now 🤕

And then there's Lotus who got turned into a character so bland that when I see fanarts it's just him being angry or mistreated by Rurik, as if being a vicitim was his whole personality.

But lately I've been thinking how that relationship which Rurik and Lotus have, could serve as something more than just a pile of nonsense that accumulated since 2016/17

•Why was Lotus even in a relationship with Rurik when they didn't fit with eachother at all?

How about we start seeing it as a trope that doesn't get used much. They met when they were kids, right? If you know enough about Rurik you'll know he had a tough life where his father mistreated him, mom left him, he got into gangs, there was no way for him to develop a healthy way of balancing his feelings, especially those centered around love and affection, and he has attachment issues.

And Lotus had only Reaper (which I imagine doesn't know much about raising a child since he wasn't one and barely had contact with kids) while Geno made sure he let him know he was a mistake and didn't show him he cared at all, so he didn't get taught what it's like to get even basic form of love.

I think that when Lotus showed Rurik even tiny bit of affection (giving him food when they first met) which Rurik didn't normally get much, it might have sparkled some feelings in him. Lotus on the other hand had nothing better to do, so he started following him out of curiosity and boredom, but since Rurik also showed him affection Lotus never had (remember Nekophy's ask where she says Rurik told Lotus his first ever compliment?) Lotus got attached, too.

You get what I mean? Two hurt kids found people who are broken as well and found comfort in eachother. And it gets addicting.

So they weren't a good pair, but were together because they tried to find comfort, at least in my interpretation. It wasn't some psychological horror where Lotus got stockholm syndrome after Rurik kidnapped him, come on. And they didn't break up because of jealousy or whatever, Dante had nothing to do with it-Rurik just happened to finally find a person who gets him and matches his needs (which Lotus couldn't do no matter how hard he would try), Rurik just decided to move on from yearning and Lotus allowed him, because he cared for him and wanted him to be happy, with or without him. Besides, Lotus himself didn't see himself as a "partner" for Rurik, just as a "sidekick" as it was mentioned in some post from creator.

•And why Lotus couldn't match his needs, exactly?

Rurik has a disorder and issues which he shouldn't be blamed for by the way, but it didn't work well with Lotus' unability to express his emotions and own needs, it might have overwhelmed both of them. It might have been another cause for why they broke up, and why they argued all the time. So, while at the start Lurik might have been a sweet puppy love, with a sprinkle of getting into trouble, it turned into a mess really quick (I made a fanfic tackling this topic a bit by the way but it was quite a while ago)

I'm a bit tired of seeing people who don't know what they're even doing with them and don't know what they're using in their media. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE seeing people make au's and expressing their own ideas, but I draw the line when someone refuses to aknowledge basic info about the characters while talking about them with others who do care about the canon, as if using the information from creator was a sin

I will expand on the topic if necessary, but here you have a taste of it 😇

#fellpoth #fell poth #rurikliderc #rurik liderc #fellpalette #fell palette #fell goth #fellgoth #myrant

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oboetemasuka · 4 months

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Order of Attack (part 7)

And the visits conclude. Amane finally returns! I'll add parts 6 and 7 to AO3 later today.

New content warnings for sleep paralysis and suffocation.

Depending on how you judge it, this part could be more intense than part 1 (the initial attack) and/or part 3 (the medical care). Namely because there's no discretion shot this time.

Let me know if I need to add more warnings. Am I still in bounds for a teen rating? Does this go beyond canon-typical violence?

It's all because I had a bout of sleep paralysis the morning before I wrote this...

(I wrote all the names down with the surnames first, and then I had to flip the order when I typed it up to be consistent)

Fuuta opened his eyes to a much redder cell. He didn't think it was strange for whatever reason. But Shidou wasn't there. Probably checking on Amane. He's finally left me like I thought he would. Fuuta tried to turn his head, but it wouldn't move. Huh? He tried his right hand. No luck. Suddenly, he was worried that the position of his neck was cutting off his air, but he just. could. not. move.

The door rattled. Was Shidou coming back? Hurry up and help me. Please… I can't breathe…

Or was it Amane this time? He hoped it was Amane. He got the feeling that Shidou had been trying to keep her away from him ever since she approached him without an eyepatch. Sure, it was off-putting to see her misaligned, unmoving eye, but it wasn't like she was going to do anything to him.

Fuuta was so lost in thought that he didn't catch who the figure was until the red glare bore into his eyes. Kotoko.

"Fuuta Kajiyama. You managed to evade judgement once."

Evade? What the hell is she on about? She did a damn thorough job.

"If only Amane Momose hadn't walked in when she did. Then I could have ensured that you'd never wake up again."

You shut up about Amane… he wanted to say, but then Kotoko leaned in, putting all her weight on his ribs. The broken bones dug into Fuuta's lungs, and he tried in vain to scream.

"Of course I had to deal with Amane before she could alert anyone and put an end to my justice. Besides, Milgram had declared her unforgivable too, so I was just taking the opportunity to get my work done sooner."

She's just a kid! Why would you break her like that?

As if reading his thoughts, Kotoko continued, "I wasn't going to spare her just because she's a kid. You would know a thing or two about that."

How did you know… I didn't even mean for that girl to die!

"I'd say we are just the same, except the warden has forgiven me and not you. Unlike you, I seek out evildoers rather than hiding behind a screen like a coward."

That's right… I'm a coward… but at least I wouldn't have gone up to that girl and… and…

Fuuta's vision fell into a blurry haze. Kotoko's words dissolved into faint echoes.

"The world will be better off without scum like you. Goodbye, Fuuta Kajiyama."

…

"Fuuta Kajiyama." Upon hearing those words, Fuuta opened his eyes and gasped. A pain shot through his chest, much more real than what Kotoko inflicted on him. Oh, that was just a dream. Would Kotoko have really said those things? As the real world regained its shape, Fuuta found a green form hovering over him.

"Oh… just you… again…" He had never been more relieved to see Amane, but he couldn't let her know that. "Why… just to pity…"

"I'm just observing. Like usual." She was wearing the eyepatch this time.

"Your eye…"

"Oh, this? If it keeps Shidou Kirisaki away, then I'll wear it. So be it."

Fuuta was at a loss of words for once. What could he even say to this girl who was suffering because of him? She might never see out of her right eye again, all because she went to visit him that day. If she hadn't, she would have been completely out of the way. Out of Kotoko's line of attack.

Amane was babbling again, but Fuuta could tell she cared. She still cared. If he had been in her place, he didn't know if he could bring himself near anyone who was linked to such a traumatic event. And he knew she wasn't visiting because she felt bad. She was always direct. She could be rather confusing at times, but at least she wasn't mincing words around him. If anything, she seemed to have become more curt since the attacks. Speaking of words… what was she talking about right now?

"…reject his evil work. You don't have to depend on him. It's not… too late to change your ways. To shed those bandages. We can be good together-"

Never mind. She was spouting nonsense again. Fuuta closed his eyes and tuned Amane out.

Eventually, Amane's chatter died down. She put a hand on Fuuta's shoulder and whispered into his ear. "I believe in you." Then she headed out.

#milgram #fuuta kajiyama #kotoko yuzuriha #amane momose #canon typical violence #sleep paralysis #cw suffocation #fic #bad things happen to amane

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spiritofjustice · 14 days

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Do ur boy nahyuta for the character game!!!

Send me a character and I’ll list:

YESSS >:] thank you!!!

Favorite thing about them: Everything isn't really an answer, is it LOL. Uh! I don't know, I just love his personality a lot. I like how conflicted he is, I like how resigned he is to his fate to the point of willing to sacrifice himself for a scrap of assurance that his family will be safe even if he's dead and gone, I like his stubbornness and how smug he is, I just like his complexity. I also love his animations, they're very fun and charming and I like how many pertain to him messing with his prayer beads-- validating when I like headcanoning that he has OCD and uses the prayer beads a lot in compulsions. Least favorite thing about them: Nothing. Except that he probably will not return in AA7 and I have to live with that knowledge. Favorite line: "In all this time, not once did I reflect on my own conduct-- for I had believed it was my fate. Lost in my resignation, I was unable to wake from my despair." Just, UGH. So good, dude. I love him realizing he's wasted all this time destroying himself and harming others without thinking there was any other way to live or to protect his family and finally recognizing that it's time to start fighting back again. Mannnn. He's the best. brOTP: Barring all his family (including Datz and Apollo) because I love his potential dynamic with Rayfa, I like a potential friendship with him and Simon. They still bully the fuck out of each other but they have an understanding of each other. I like imagining that they just weren't friends one day, then were the next and they never discussed what changed. They just got along and continue to chat every once in a while. I also had a fun idea for post-SOJ after Yuty gets all his old cases overturned or gone over, resigning and becoming a defense attorney, but asking Blackquill to help with the prosecutor's office because thyey still hadn't replaced all the people that resigned, went to jail, or fled the country. I think that's fun. They would have a great rivalry, don't you think? OTP: Ema and Nahyuta like Skyemadhi is IT for me. I love them. I think they have a great dynamic, and Nahyuta clearly really loves and respects her during SOJ. I can't help but think he's got a crush on her and doesn't know how to express it initially, or maybe doesn't even know that's what it is because God forbid he FEELS things. Ema helps him open up and he wants to be a better person because of her, and he'll give her fucking Anything in return. Mainly opportunities for her to expand her scientific knowledge or getting higher positions.

Also when they get married I think they probably sprung for a double-barrelled surname (so Skye-Sahdmadhi) which, since Yuta has been restored to the royal family and she's marrying into it, their full surname is probably like Skye-Sahdmadhi Khura'in, but for ease, people just started calling them Prosecutor or Detective Skyemadhi for short 😭 nOTP: I don't get Apollo/Nahyuta at all. I know in the Japanese version they aren't described as brothers at all, so it's kind of a weird thing because in English they're explicitly read as brothers, but not in the original text, but it's like. I mean, I think it's fine I guess. Regardless of it, to me they have no chemistry romantically. At all. Their dynamic is so extremely platonic that I couldn't read it any other way lol. And I still view them as family myself, even though they may not exactly do so themselves.

I also admit I become less fond of Blackquill and Nahyuta romantically as time goes on, but it's not bad. I just don't particularly like it. Random headcanon: I've talked about this one before, but I imagine that if things got so dangerous that Dhurke had to send Apollo away, that he eventually sent Nahyuta away too. Like I think he probably initially kept Yuty because he couldn't possibly put his blood son away, his only family in the whole wide world, but after Ga'ran steals Amara and Rayfa back a year or so after the Apollo thing, Dhurke finally caves and sends Nahyuta to live at a monastery for safety.

I like imagining that this was before Tahrust Inmee became the high priest, but he was still rebel sympathetic and allowed Nahyuta to stay safely at his little remote monastery. Then, around the time Nahyuta finished his ascetic training at 18, Inmee became high priest and had to move to the capital for his job, so Nahyuta was sent home because they didn't know if the next head monk would be so sympathetic to them, thus leading to Nahyuta pivoting and joining the Dragons for real and then starting his lawyer journey. Unpopular opinion: Not only is Nahyuta overhated, he is a great character. Apparently that's controversial among AA fans KRKFN but like, other than that? I dunno. I don't think he's boring at all, though he's a bit underwritten and doesn't talk enough during some of the trials. Song I associate with them: I made a whole playlist for him, but I should pick out one or two. I think Looking Glass by The Birthday Massacre and Empty Page by The Crane Wives are two great songs that reflect how he's bending himself to be whatever everyone else wants him to be, and that's nothing of him left, if there was any of him to begin with.

I also like What If by Emilie Autumn for the "escaping my abusive situation and changing" vibes for him.

I also like Abbey by Mitski for him.

I'll quit going on, you get the point KRKF Favorite picture of them: Every time he's on screen I lose my mind. How am I to pick KRKF

One of my faves is the one in my icon. I love his lil smiles, he's so gorgeous it kills meeee

Also not to be deranged but. Um. JBNSD I like how he looked when he had a gun to his head. I liked the expression.

I could list any pose or pic of him though and it would be my fave probably though, lol.

#kazooyah #asks #Psy's replies #aa tag #headcanons tag #thanks Yosh!!

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trashcanwithsprinkles · 2 months

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heya, i have a couple of questions about CN since i'm re-reading it for the nth time. like i kid you not, i have a week or two every month where i just gravitate towards both CN (and ITYSG too)

anyway, so question #1 is: is Ajax ever gonna meet the Tsaritsa or her equivalent in the new Teyvat since he changed history and stuff? like, would there be people whom he knew from Earth, like the other Harbingers, that he would eventually meet down the lane in the new Teyvat?

question #2: is he ever gonna meet himself since his ancestor is alive and thriving?

question #3: there was a part in the story where Aspasia and Crimson Thorn discussed the possibility of the people they lost due to the mutiny being able to reincarnate or be brought back to life since they would be retrieving Sophron from the Abyss. do you know if Basileios and the others they lost would be able to return? or if they would be lost forever?

sorry, i know this is a lot but i really just couldn't help myself whenever i re-read CN coz that fic of yours is just so awesome that re-reading it doesn't lessen its quality and it always feel like the first time, and loving them all over again

#1: no, because that would require for things to go exactly as they did in the og timeline, and not only is he trying to prevent that but he also sort of made it impossible for that to happen, what with celestia's turnover. the reason why he would be invested in bringing about the existence of other people (genshin's roster) is because at least there he has a through line to follow of possible ancestors and possible surnames. but for the people in his reality? not only does that require a catastrophe to shift who is alive where, but he also has no means of tracing back anyone's parentage beyond the tsaritsa, and even then that's not going to be easy. like- yeah the lack of archon war is going to make things complicated, but at that point in time most of everyone is staying in their own nations so it's not that hard to accomplish with enough planning. but on the other hand... #2: he's not going to meet himself for the same reasons as above. without celestia trying to thanos them, with the volchiy and zvezdochoty still alive as species and without the archon war to kill those who may have survived (nadezhda), it's more than likely that vephar's child will go on to marry and have kids with literally anyone else, now that they're not being persecuted and they have a family and someplace to stay n stuff like that. and the butterfly effect explodes after that. basically we have to assume that nobody who was in the arc beyond the second cryo archon is going to be born in this reality, and the same goes for most of everyone alive in-game atm (with the exception of the playable characters he'll manage to successfully bring about, for lack of a better expression) #3: i decided to leave that open and up for interpretation since it was no longer ajax' concern, but. i do like happy endings more than i do angst (if you'll believe that), so in my mind they were going to retrieve sophron and there would be a bit of a crisis in celestia as the energy imbalance settles (the three captains were linked to the island in a deeper level) and the next starfall (i think the reincarnation event was called that) comes around earlier than expected (like a week after sophron returns, immediately after the energy settles). so yeah, in my head, crimson thorn and aspasia would've gotten basileios back not long after returning to their teyvat, and it would've been a heartwrenching reunion.

#thank you <3 <3 #no worries about the questions i thrive with people asking them haha #ty ily <3

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isayoldbean · 3 months

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my other alt! when they announced the new data center i was debating whether or not i should be a character there, and then they announced one of the servers would be called maduin and my ff6 obsessed self couldn't just Not have a character there. and then one of my friends came to me and asked if i'd be interested in going in half with them on getting an fc house on the new server for workshop sub tax evasion purposes and i was like oh hell yeah. so for those two reasons i had to come up with another idea for an alt

remembering that i had originally planned on making an au ra before being foiled by only having access to base arr races, i decided to try my hand at making the au ra i most likely Would have made if i had been allowed to make one from the beginning. it turned out to be hard because i was trying to make a character for a game i know almost everything about with the idea that it was supposed to be a character made when i knew nothing about it. after a while, this is who i wound up with!

this is the first picture i ever took of her, in all her dripless sprout glory

anyway, this is hikari! she was originally supposed to have a different surname but i created her literally as soon as the new servers went live on reset day and i was too tired to remember what it was so now she's hikari mistdweller. it is what it is

i'm still working on her overall backstory because i learn more about her the longer i play but she's still in arr, but more or less her deal is that she was raised in a small village near the ruby sea. her parents were really shitty and emotionally abusive and she was basically their unfavorite child. then one day in her early teens, her sister died in an accident, and her family blamed her for it and got her kicked out of the village.

she kind of wandered for a while just doing her best to survive, clawing her own existence out of the dirt as best she could. eventually she heard tales of adventurers earning fortunes and glory in eorzea, and decided that she was going to go become really successful and cool and famous and make everyone in her town regret kicking her out.

as she got closer to eorzea she started hearing tales of raubahn aldynn's unlikely rise to syndicate member and flame general and decided to make for ul'dah to attempt to follow in his footsteps. and that is where the beginning of arr picks up, more or less

she's kind of uptight and serious and emotionally repressed but she is learning how to human better, slowly but surely. she is a perfectionist and a workaholic. she likes to bite people. she's a little feral. she can't cook and is perfectly happy eating tree bark if she can't scrounge up anything else. she was voted most likely to say 'what do you mean you're being murdered. they can't do that. that's illegal' in a crisis. she likes gemstones and mining and smithing her own weapons and armor. she thinks of herself as a weapon first and a person never. she's so determined to prove to everyone, herself most of all, that she's deserving of love and attention and respect, that she will give and give and give of herself until she is completely empty and then do it some more. she's a self loathing closeted gay but not in a homophobic way which shouldn't even be possible, and yet. she's a poor little meow meow. and she may or may not have autism.

even though she's still in arr i know two things without a doubt about what lies in store for her in future expacs:

in stormblood she returns to the ruby sea, eager to return to her hometown to show everybody that she's hot shit now and don't they feel bad for kicking her out... only to find that at some point between when she was exiled and when she returned, the garleans completely razed the town to the ground. there's nobody left. she will never have her catharsis

her skin/scale color combination kind of reminds me of wedgewood jasperware china, so in shb her sin eater form would be some sort of porcelain construct looking creature with kintsugi ribboned through damaged areas

anyway this is my sadgirl lesbian lizard that i like to put in the torture nexus i hope you enjoy her

#Final Fantasy #Final Fantasy XIV #ff14 #WoL #Hikari Mistdweller #tbh she's kind of a repurposed version of a character from an au i was working on. probably obvious which one if you've known me for a whil #please don't say though lmao

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