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bouncybongfairy · 2 months

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Could you do a live action Zuko x reader, they were betrothed to eachother before his banishment. They frequently had visits and got along really well. First time they met he saw her creating a blue butterfly from her fire bending. The reader can produce blue flames but is a gentle, kind person. Zuko is reading the latest letter she has sent him, praying for his safety and health. How does he feel about them after all this time? Maybe this fuel his fire to complete his quest and get home.

See You Soon

Prince Zuko x Fem Reader

Summary: Both Zuko and can't stop thinking about each other, after reading the most recent letters you sent to each other.

Word Count: 2.0k

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It’s been some time since the last time you’d seen Zuko face to face. Ever since his banishment, so about three years. You’d think those wounds would have healed, a betrothal that was nothing more than a concept faded in time. Anyone who’d know you would say you were well past it, those people obviously weren’t paying close enough attention. Sending each other letters, drawings and pressed flowers. Detailing everything unfolding in his quest to find the Avatar. Her day to day life with school and helping your mom with all the tailoring for the Fire Lord’s family. A very important part in your life considering your family had been tailoring in the palace for generations. Every once in a while you’d send him an embroidered Lion to represent power and leadership, hiding his name tiny within the mane. Although you found comfort in the words of reassurance he gave through ink and paper, it only made you long for something more. Reminiscing on all the precious memories that now feel like they were taken for granted.

The two of you met by chance, your mother worked in the palace. She made all the clothes for the royal family. Often having you assist, holding her pin cushion or any other request she may have. At first not paying each other much attention, one day Azula came in, berating both your mother and self like she did to all other staff. Hearing horror stories from others in the palace made you terrified of her. The last thing you wanted was to get your family banished for looking at her wrong. Zuko noticed this, and nudged your arm; looking over at her and then rolling his eyes. Giving you a reassuring smile, Azula then nudged your shoulder with hers as she walked out.

“That girl may be a princess by blood line but not respect from her people. She rules with fear when it should be grace,” you mother grumbled as you walked into the house.

“That may be true but it must be hard, growing up competing for the throne. Having your entire life mapped out for you even before you’re born. That must be so hard on someone so young, I think I'd break,” pulling your hair out of the tight bun. Your mother smiled, setting the bags on the table. Cupping your face in her hands,

“I love that in a nation so pitiless and jaded that you have kept your soft spirit. You know that, but that girl spoiled down to the soul,” your mother laughs before turning back to her bags.

You laugh and walk into your bedroom to change before heading back outside. The weather was perfect to practice your fire bending. One of the perks of having a mother who worked in the palace was better education for you. Now that you had been learning to bend from a master, you were able to do more than you could ever imagine. At school all you learned was combat or defensive bending. At home, you liked practicing making different shapes. At the beginning it was simple stuff like circles or hearts, with time they were getting more intricate. Being able to make things like flowers, birds and even butterflies. You were in the empty field behind your family's home, working on your bending. You’d finally learned to make the butterfly flap its wings and fly around for a couple moments at a time before dissipating. Taking a deep breath and creating the flames, putting all your focus into manipulating its form. Holding your breath nervously as you watch it fly around you. The blue light glowing off the flame lit Zuko's face up, where he was watching from a couple feet away. You gasped out of surprise and backed away.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to- when Azula nudged you, this fell off your top. I just wanted to return it,” he said, holding out the embroidered patch of a crabapple tree that was pinned to your top.

“Oh, thank you. Wow I'm really surprised you took the time to return it, as someone with so much responsibility; it’s an honor,” you say, giving him a quick bow out of respect.

“I’ve only seen masters create such detailed shapes with blue flame, can I help?” he asks, you nod in agreement as he comes closer. He stands behind you, pressing his chest against your back. Nudging your arms up with his hands telling you to create the flame before continuing,

“Holding your breath limits the amount of time your fire can stay in the air. Like suffocating a candle with its lid. Fire can’t be without oxygen, can you feel my breathing against your back? Match it to yours then try to make the butterfly,” he said.

You were so nervous but took a deep breath in before matching the rise and fall of his chest. Immediately you could feel the difference, like you had more control over the flames. Being able to make the wing movements sharp and clean. Making the flame circle around the two of you, forcing your bodies closer together.

“See, isn't that so much better?” he asked.

“Yeah, I never thought I could have so much control over my bending,” you said, moving to face him.

“I have to get back but i’ll see you around?” he asked, as he took off in a rush which made you chuckle.

After that night, it was like fate just couldn’t keep the two of you apart. He was getting fitted more often for leather armor and things like that. Noticing each other in lessons and sneaking glances. This progressed until eventually Zuko became unbothered with who saw the two of you interacting. One day he slipped a note into your bag, wanting to meet later that night. Your heart skipped a beat of course, and for the rest of the day it was all you could think about. The day seemed so much longer now that you had something to look forward to. Practically skipping home from lessons, even though you still had a couple hours before dark. You were happy to be home daydreaming. Your mom was home, cooking komodo chicken. Giving her a kiss on the cheek before heading off to your bedroom. Originally you were going to wear what you always did but part of you felt like the night was too special for your everyday attire. Normally keeping your hair up in a tight bun, you decide to let it down. It took you a while to convince yourself to leave it down but eventually you did.

Everyone was finally asleep, the house dark and quiet. You sneak out the window of your bedroom. Zuko was waiting for you right outside which made you gasp, not seeing it was him at first. He had a big smile on his face, which was refreshing considering he’s been going through alot lately. On a night with such amazing weather, the main city and markets were busy with life. Zuko and you however prefer the peacefulness of looking over the city from the peak of a hill not too far. Zuko was pointing out different constellations in the sky to you. Or showing him new little tricks you were learning with your bending. He always acted really impressed but you knew he was doing it for your benefit. You loved that about him, that he cared so much about your confidence.

“You know, my father says it’s time to start looking for a girl to betroth,” he says.

“Oh? Any girls you had in mind?” you ask playfully.

“No,” he says back in the same playful tone, which makes you elbow him in his ribs.

“In all seriousness though, how do you feel about that?” he asks, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his side.

“I think I'm waiting for you to ask me properly,” you said chuckling.

Zuko also felt like he took all these moments for granted. He was currently in his room on the ship. Looking around at all the notes and drawings he’d pinned to the walls. They’d just left where he and his crew were docked, following a lead on the Avatar. Reading the most recent letter you’d sent him, it pained him to know you were feeling the same grief he was about feeling apart. He never really talked about it to his uncle or anyone but it was one of the main reasons he was so motivated to complete his quest. He felt like he was missing out on the most important years of his life. Uncle Iroh always talks about how memorable his late youth was, before he had real responsibilities as general. He missed everything about you. Especially how sweet you were, always finding the good in people. Even finding beauty and grace in Azula; his own mother couldn’t find that in her.

Often when Zuko was anxious he would think about you comforting him. He knew he could be hot headed both emotionally and physically. This never phased you, even when he was in full blown flames. Always finding a way to calm you down. Somehow reassuring him without making him feel small or stupid. You always used to tell him that anger is a form of passion. That you loved the passion and resilience he had, and that one day he’d be able to channel it without anger. He found so much comfort in you so being ripped away was hard but reading your letters helped. Made him feel like everything wasn’t as impossible as it may seem. Like once he returns home he’ll know you’ll be there to support him.

He laid back on his bed, your letter on his chest. Worried that you’d grow tired feeling his love through paper and ink. That you’d yearn for love that’s more present in your everyday life. This fear was doubled by the fact that he assumed telling you about this fear would make him come across as insecure. Maybe he was but he didn’t want you to know that. He hated being seen as weak, you were too kind to admit but he knows that exactly what you’d think. Currently thinking about one of the last nights you had together. In Zuko’s old room, laying on the bed together. You were playing with his hair and he had his arms wrapped around your waist. Both of you were pretty tired from training and school. Just melting into each other, enjoying the comfort you gave him. There wasn’t any talking but the silence wasn’t uncomfortable. You’d kiss him on his forehead every once in a while, finger combing his hair. Taking in your smell and leaning into your touch. He never felt so vulnerable in a comforting way with someone.

Iroh came into the room, making Zuko jump up. Clutching onto his letter, immediately his uncle sensed something was off. His eyes were dark and puffy, not to mention quite red. The bruise on his face appeared to be swelling and it was obvious that he was beyond his limit. Iroh set down the wooden tray he carried in, handing him a cup.

“I know you don’t want to hear this but mentally you are being strained. Bending and combat is easy for you because you’ve done it your whole life. Emotionally, some of your muscles are weak but I can see your slowly strengthening them. It’s important that you get lots of rest while you-” he went to look over at Zuko and stopped talking once he realized the boy was asleep. Iroh held back a laugh before taking the cup and letter out of his hands. Zuko gripped the paper and woke up but settled down once he realized it was him.

“Rest now, and please truly let yourself rest,” he said, pulling the blanket over him and he laid down. Folding the letter gently and leaving it on the nightstand.

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whereserpentswalk · 9 days

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You work with people from other dimensions for a living. While you can travel to other dimensions, it's much easier to just connect your computer to computers from other dimensions. You end up finding out about a lot of strange places, alternate earths where things are diffrent in ways you could never imagine. Most people don't even know other dimensions exist, but to you it all feels so normal, so very distant but so very normal.

Because the company that you work on interdimensional technology for needs to outsource some of its dimensional work you end up very quickly having to contact people from other dimensions with a similar skillset to you for one project. And since it's easy to contact them you end up talking to them afterwards.

There's this one girl you end up messaging a lot. She seems so nice and sweet. You talk a lot about programing, and mathematics and magic (which are all very closely connected fields), she's one of the only people who seems to really understand the beauty in it the way you do. She's obviously from a very diffrent culture, and you never sent eachother images, but you like eachother a lot.

You end up messaging this girl more and more. She's the first to comfort you when one of your freinds turned on you, she was the first to support you when you came out to your parents, even though she didn't fully know what coming out was. She messages you "I love you" in the mornings sometimes. And even though she's far away, further way than anything in the universe, you understand her so well. You've seen her art, drawings she's done of buildings and structures around where she lives, they're like nothing you've ever seen before.

You start to talk about being in a romantic relationship. It's hard but you decide it's what you should do, almost what you have to do. You want to be her girlfriend, you want to know how it feels to hug her, for her to rest her head on your breasts on a warm summer night, to be inside eachother, to touch in a way you don't get to touch. But you can still message eachother, it's just one small contact but it means so much. You want to move in with her, it might never happen but there's something inside of you that wants to wake up next to her every morning.

Eventually you decide to build a portal to eachother, so you can see eachother, and if all goes well, you'll actually move in. You both need to talk to a lot of people, and get help from a lot of programmers and spellcasters from several dimensions, but it's done. The money that was supposed to let you move into a bigger apartment ends up going to a doorway sized portal, stored one of the few buildings in the city that can store such things. You need to get a ticket to go, even though the portal is yourse it needs people to operate it. But you can go. And if all goes well, you'll live together.

When you get to her dimension the first thing you feel is fear. It's dark, you think your underground, only a few bioluminescent organisms light the way. The city you're in is wet, and cold yet humid, everything is made of either moist steel, or dark wood that's covered in some strange layer of material that feels like wet cardboard. The creatures here aren't human at all, they're all strange bug like and fish like beings.

You eventually go to your girlfriend's apartment. Afraid of what you'll see. It's completely dark inside, and decorated like no human would ever decorate anything. When you see your girlfriend for the first time the horror breaks the love you want to feel. Her body looks humanoid, though she's so thin you can see her ribs, and pale in a way only corpses are useally pale. Her face was almost pretty, but her eyes were one solid pinkish color, and her moulth was just a tiny hole, like a jawless fish, it couldn't move at all. And massive fleshy tentacles came from her back, four of them, with razor teeth at their ends, for chewing her food outside her body so that her tiny slit of a mouth can lap it up. You both just stand there, you realize that this is the girl you love, you realize you look as horrifying to her as she does to you. You begin to weep, and she doesn't understand what your eyes are doing.

You spend the night in her apartment. There's no way you're moving in together. You're not sure what this means. You don't want to look at her at first, but eventually you do. You realize if you have to go back to your world you do want to spend time with her. Your languages work so differently that you still need to use computers to talk to eachother, but you can talk to eachother. And you tell her that you're sorry, that you still want to be together.

You let her hug you, and comfort you, her body is so strange, but it becomes less scary when you fully realize that it's her your looking at, that that's who you've messaged all those nights. Despite her eyes and mouth her face is pretty, and though her body is much thinner then you expected she still moves gracefully. You let her touch you, every way she wanted to touch you, let her tentacles wrap around your body. She shows you her computer setup, and her favorite video games, and she even gets to introduce you to some of her freinds, and her little isopod like pet who really likes being pet by you. You can't help but feel uncomfortable in her dimension, but you feel safe with her, and despite everything you enjoy being held and touched by her. At the end of your stay you make love for the first time, you don't have the same genitals as her species, but you make it work. You fall asleep in her arms, and she would do the same to you, but her kind does not sleep.

When you go back home, because you do have to go back home, you don't tell many people, even people who know about dimensions, what happened where you went. But you still message her a lot, and when you can you visit her, and very rarely she'll visit you. Your mother would never approve, and no priest would marry you, but you can't help but fall into the feeling of her body next to yourse.

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peterparkersnose · 2 years

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“You think there fucking?”

Bob x reader

Bob Floyd x reader

Bob Floyd x pilot!reader

word count: 1.3k

warnings: sneaking around, allusions to sex, allusions to death, small violence, angst for reader

(reader presents as female and her callsign is Honey)

a/n hi I saw top gun early in the summer and have been thinking about this for months. also, I don’t know anything about the navy or jets so take what I write about flying lightly. have a great new school year loves! also yes I know bob doesn’t technically fly the jet shut up pls its for the story :)

summary Y/N and Bob are secretly seeing eachother and Bob get’s hurt during practice.

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The day was just like any other. You woke up, slicked back your hair and pulled on your boots. You reported to training at 9 like you were supposed to. Phoenix had brought you an orange juice this morning and sat with you as Maverick named off the people who would be flight testing that day.

“Hangman, Payback, Fanboy, Rooster, Bob, and Coyote. The rest of you can stay.”

You followed the rest of the crew to the monitoring room. As you were passing the group that was preparing to fly out, you caught Bob’s eye for a split second. He smiled at you and caused an eruption of butterflies in your stomach.

All you could hear in your head was him calling you “Darling” last night and holding you until the sun came up. You always hated leaving him. Sleepless nights after he would ‘drive you home’ after a night drinking at the Hard Deck was always worth it. But just for now, you would classify it as ‘fuck buddies’. Even though you craved more. And so did Bob. But for now you and Bob decided to keep it as it was. There was a big mission coming up and you two didn’t want to jeopardize it.

“Drool much?” Phoenix snorted, drawing you out of your trance. “Shut it.” you hissed at her, elbowing her side.

Phoenix had walked in on you and Bob about a week and a half ago. She hasn’t been able to let it go since.

“You and Bob?” she would whisper to you periodically thorough out the next few days. She was truly stunned, not expecting this from anywhere.

The ground team for the day made it into the control pit as the other pilots kept preparing for flight. You excused yourself to the bathroom.

You followed the route to the women’s restroom as the final people made it into the control pit. Then you whipped around, making your way to the men’s room.

Bob was for sure in there. He had an irrational fear of peeing in his suit and would always go to the bathroom last thing before a flight to make sure there wasn’t any complications. But, it had also turned into a time where the bathroom was completely empty and you two could see eachother. At work.

You flung open the door and was shocked to see no Bob. Just then, you saw a bathroom stall open just slightly and the frame of his glasses peek through.

“Oh thank god, I thought you weren’t coming,” he said, quickly pulling you in the stall and embracing you. His 6’ figure looked taller in the flight boots. “There were some people hanging around I didn’t want to look suspicious,” you explained, holding his hand in yours.

“Did I tell you how beautiful you looked today?” he asked, fixing a bit of stray hair back into place. A wide smile grew on your face as did the redness in your cheeks. You always loved when Bob complimented you. He struggled with it at first, not knowing what to say. He seemed to finally get the hang of it and know just how to make you swoon.

“Be careful,” you whispered, kissing him on the cheek. His hand tightened in yours as you flattened one of the straps around his shoulders. “See you tonight,” he whispered in your ear, giving you one last hug before he left.

Even if it was 30 seconds of him, it was more than enough to get you through your day of treating him like any other guy on your team.

Entering the control pit once again, you joined Phoenix. “Bathroom quickie?” she asked. “No. I had to pee.” you lied. “Mhm,” she smirked, watching the planes begin to fire up.

Everything seemed to be going to plan. The training session was normal and the same as every other day. Did you have a tab of Bob’s stats pulled up secretly on your tablet? Maybe. Just for piece of mind.

And a good thing you did. Your tablet began flashing and giving out a loud erratic noise suddenly. There was a fluke in Bob’s plane. You ran over to the big screen and pulled it up, demanding for him to be called in.

“I’m trying!” The commander yelled at you. Everyone was concerned about Bob, but your urgency definitely raised a few suspicions. “His jet is in the mountains- the signal isn’t going through.” the commander explained. You swiped around on your tablet until you could find the closest pilot to him. Hangman was about 9,000 feet behind him.

“Radio to Hangman! Now 8,000 feet behind!” you yelled at the commander.

“Hangman, come in!” he yelled through the microphone. “Bob needs assistance. Go find him. He is now 7,000 feet ahead.” “The target is too close, commander. No can do.” Hangman replied.

Your blood boiled. The main systems started issuing a warning for Bob’s plane now and it was beginning to decline. “God dammit Hangman!” you yelled, issuing the call to Maverick to bring everyone home.

Everyone watched as Bob’s plane flew straight into the mountain.

Praying that Bob recognized the issue fast enough to eject, you marched yourself down to the deck where Hangman was conveniently landing.

“You fucker!” you yelled, pushing Hangman back with both of your hands as he steadied himself after getting out of his jet.

“Hey, woah! The fuck was that for, Honey?” he yelled, steadying himself on the side of his jet ready to defend himself. “What did the commander tell you at 0-90? Huh?” you yelled at him.

Phoenix and Fanboy came running on the scene, seeing the tensions rising. “Excuse me?” Hangman yelled back, spit flying out of his mouth.

“That’s enough!” Phoenix yelled, placing herself between the two of you. “Y-you had to save Bob! How could you just leave him?” you yelled through Phoenix holding you back. Pushing past her, you came at Hangman again ready to throw a punch.

Rooster then came up behind you and snatched you up. You kicked and resisted against him, but he was too strong. As the ‘older brother’ type in the group, you knew he was ready to deal with whatever shit you were about to put up.

“Quit it. Your little boyfriends fine.” Rooster whispered in your ear in an attempt to calm your erratic mood.

“You wanna fucking go Honey? Is that what you want? To get your shit rocked?” Hangman taunted you.

“Rooster, let me go.” you yelled at him. He promptly dragged you away from Hangman’s jet and sat you down by the side of his.

“If you had any patience and stayed in the pit longer you would have learned that Coyote got him. He ejected at 0-140 and landed in a field. He’s fine. Minor injuries.” Rooster scoffed. He hated your temper sometimes.

“Maybe try being a little less obvious that you have a thing for Bob. Because at this point I’m sure he’s figured your little crush out by now.” Rooster warned you. “Maverick won’t be happy either.”

Oh, little did he know.

And perfect timing, Coyote came walking around the corner with Bob around his arm. He was limping and looked a little rough, but otherwise fine.

You left Rooster’s side and ran to Bob, not stopping to embrace him. Bob hobbled back a bit at impact.

“Are you okay?” you asked, holding the boy tight. “I-I’m alright Honey.” he forced out. “I hope you know just how much I care about you.” you whispered in his ear. You definitely weren’t at the four letter word stage, and that was the best you could put words together for to represent your emotions for him. “I know darling. I’m sorry.” he muttered back. His voice sounded hoarse and tired.

You tried your best to fix his hair and straighten his glasses as you took him from Coyote and began to help him walk to the medical ward.

Maverick joined Rooster watching you two across the deck.

“You think there fucking?” “Oh, there definitely fucking.”

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screamverse-shawty · 1 year

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(NSFW) Subby Aegon ii ficlet because I said so

Sub!King Aegon ii x gn consort!reader. This started off as hcs but I couldn't stop writing, sooo here we are. I've never actually posted anything like this like...ever so I hope someone likes it!! I had a lot of fun writing this and I'm open to requests for more of this Aegon or some other characters/fandoms if anyone has them.

Aegon has always gotten what he wanted, when he wanted, how he wanted it for the majority of his life

Whether he was fucking the whores of the street of silk or the serving girls of kings landing he was the one in charge because well, that's just how it's supposed to be

Admittedly though, Aegon did find the responsibility sometimes to be a bit dull

Especially now that he was king and had responsibilities further than they eye could see

Not to mention when he was too drunk to string together a sentence, the apprehension and blank bovine stares from his exploits would be almost too much to bear, and he wished desperately to the seven that some of them would just do something on their own

Enter: you, his consort

It starts small, maybe a firm hand gripping his throat as you ride his cock, or a slight tug of his hair as he eats you out, but it isn't long before things begin to...expand

You'd assumed when you married a King, no less the likes of Aegon ii Targaryen, you would have to leave your dominant side behind, but as you read his body language though begin to figure out that he actually likes when you push him a bit, you waste no time in seeing just how far he will bend.

One day, you're straddling his lap in his chambers as the two of you kiss hotly. You can taste the wine on his tongue as he runs his hands along your sides, lapping and panting heavily into your mouth, squeezing into your ribs roughly. Too roughly, considering you've told him numerous times about that riding accident which left them permanently sore

"Aegon, stop tha-" and you're cut off by him pulling you into another messy kiss, not seeming to hear you at all over the sound of the blood rushing down to his own cock, which you can feel pressing firmly against your core.

You repeat yourself, to no avail, and your attempts to move his hands yourself are met only with irritated grunts as he continues to grind into you. It's like you aren't even there.

Without thinking, you slap him hard across the face, hearing him gasp audibly as his head snaps to the side. "I said stop."

Time seems to freeze for a moment, and you stare as the man sits oddly still, silvery hair obscuring his expression. You see his hands flex and then form fists, gripping the bedsheets tight as you can see blue-green veins shift underneath his skin, stark through his pale skin.

All at once you fear that your judgement was all wrong, that he'll be furious, have you punished by the Kingsgaurd, maybe even beat you to a pulp himself. But Aegon shifts his face to you, an unreadable look now settled across it, and amazingly, apologizes.

You blink at him for a moment, almost stunned to silence, but you won't allow this opportunity to slip away from you.

"When I say stop," you pause, watching the rise and fall of his chest as a blush blooms on his cheeks and down his neck, "you stop. Understood?"

Aegon swallows thickly, and nods, fingers twitching as he grips the sheets beside him. He looks...terrified, and something else you don't recognize.

You lean back into him for another kiss, this time taking the lead yourself and pushing your tongue into his mouth, drawing out an unintentional moan from him as his arms stay frozen and taut at his sides.

That night, you tease the man for over an hour, and by the time he's finally allowed to cum, tears run down his face and he makes a noise you're sure must have been heard by half the castle.

From there, you're off the the races

After the interaction, the two of you seem to form an almost unspoken understanding of what you wanted from eachother. You easily fell into your roles, and for all the bratty King is made out to be, he's never put up much of a fight as far as you were concerned.

In allowing himself to let go and give himself and his pleasure over to you, Aegon finds a bliss more complete than anything he's ever known.

Aegon finds himself desperate to please you any way he can, and in the security he feels being held by you everything else falls away, even if just for a moment.

Aegon loves to be praised while he's pleasing you, called a good boy and have you massage your fingers along his scalp as he works his tongue against you, his cock straining against his breeches, and knowing he's not allowed to touch it until you say so.

He loves when you edge and tease him, driving him half mad with feather light touches on his painfully hard cock as he squirms against restraints, tottering on the brink of orgasm for what feels like a thousand years.

Despite how much he wants to please you, his quick temper and sharp tongue often betray him, resulting in no shortage of punishments.

Like the time you took him over your knee after speaking over you in court, having him painstakingly count each impact and pretending you don't notice the way he ruts against your thighs after each slap.

Afterwards, as he kneels at your feet and hugs your legs, he looks up at you with tear stained eyes, full of adoration and wonders how he got so lucky.

(mommy? Sorry-)

Aegon is shameless and doesn't care to abate his hungry stares or fawning over you, and others take notice.

You definitely get some foul looks when you walk the castle halls, with or without him trailing behind you like a lost puppy

Regardless of what they think though, nobody can deny that you've inexplicably whipped the problem child into shape, something that had long since seemed completely impossible.

Aegon would do anything for you. He finds himself driven mad by you in every way imaginable and you both know that he would kneel to kiss your feet before the whole of court if you so commanded

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gr00vyminibus · 5 months

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BLACK ORCHID

Nomi x black fem

You've been talking to Nomi for some months and really have deep feelings for her but you can't unshake this sense thats she's hiding something. The longer she wants to keep it away from you the bigger she tears your relationship apart. Will she save it or allow you both to fully disconnect from eachother?

Will include: angst, suggestive scenes, stalker activities, this was split into two parts since it was so long all together but thats basically all for this section. Kinda fast paced and proofread

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Alsoo!! Happy birthday to my wife <333 a thousand, million, trillion billion kisses!! 😘😘😘

She knows everything about you.

Yet sometimes, you sit and think at night. Slowly giving life to a trecherous fear that you didn't know much about Nomi herself.

She wanted to keep a few things confidential from you and you respected that but the excuses to leave for weeks, even fly over seas, and come back with a blind eye to your suppressed melancholy like nothing happened started to aggrivate you.

She couldn't have missed it, it was often hid lazily behind your polite guise when she greeted your baby. All you could do was worry and painfully ache at the thought of her going again, leaving you to keep reassuring your one year old daughter that nomi had places to be.

Sometimes you would try to pry but the way she effortlessly ushered you into another topic was astounding. Nomi undoubtedly had a shit ton of secrets and you had to confront her about them if she wanted to love and be around you as someone more than a good friend..

"I hope when you get older, you're able to tell me anything." You stroked your daughters small curls as she gnawed on her fist, she garbled incoherent sounds but her doe eyes were glued to you like she was partially listening.

Laosa was your world, your hearts capacity, your biggest reason to breathe everyday. You'd do anything for her well being and if you had to cut some certain people off, so be it.

"Ghhh.. grrrhh.." she flailed her arms and twisted back and forth as you furrowed your brows and held her hips, "What's up, hm?"

"Muh mii.." she looked at the front door and leaned against the back of your thighs while gnawing on her fist again.

"Are you saying mommy?" You smiled, fingers gliding across her stomach as she giggled aloud. Screaming in the midst while she squirmed and you eventually stopped to let laosa lay against your chest as you focused back on your movie.

You knew Laosa wasn't going to nap unless you continued rubbing her back so while you both shared a night alone in your cozy apartment, no disturbments.

A sudden knock had came. In the wee hours of the night.

You snapped your head to the door, feeling an exhausted anger draw out with your deep exhale.

"Who in the world could be at my damn door this late." You looked at your baby and carefully took her in your arms, hand coming over her ear so it could muffle your strides and anything else that could potentially wake her up. You reached the front door and squinted in the peep hole.

Feeling an eminent shock halt everything in your body like a hiccup. Nomi leaned against the wall opposite from your apartment door in a long trenchcoat. Seemingly in deep thought as she remained still and waiting.

Normally she came with a notice and during the daytime but for her to show up like this with nothing but a bag on her person was strange.

"The hell.." you mumbled, but her eyes drifted up from their initial spot on the ground, darting to the very bottom of your apartment door as she momentarily pinched her eyebrows together. Could she hear you?

".... might as well." You sighed and situated laosa on your hip as you went to open the door. Nomi's figure straightened up as the locks began moving and then the door cracked, revealing you.

She smiled faintly, mouth parting to say.

"Hey."

"Hey?" You whispered in confusion as she pushed herself off the wall and approached you just before the threshold.

"Um," she sighed shaking her head. "I should have texted you but my phone got broken during this accident so..." you furrowed your brows.

"What'd you get yourself into now." Your eyes trail up her figure as she chuckled but nothing in the world seemed funny at this moment.

"Car crash actually." You gasped softly, door widening as she glanced at the interior of your home just wanting fall inside for a good night, she returned her tired gaze to you.

"A-are you hurt?"

"Shoulder's a bit sore but I'm fine really." She assured in coaxing deep tone, making you both blend into a silence of distant cars and quiet crickets.

"Well, come in." You turned on your heel and made way for nomi to follow you as she shut the door and remained behind you like a shadow.

Even while you carefully placed laosa in her crib, kissing her on the forehead while tucking her in a blanket that might be tugged off later in the night but for now your baby was safe and warm.

You rubbed her silky young hair and muttered a sweet affirmation into her ear before leaning up and sighing. Nomi took her bag off, eyes not leaving the resting baby girl.

"Can I kiss her goodnight."

Something inside you got effected at how she mumbled that request, almost as if she needed it.

"Yeah, I'm going to head to bed." You walked out of the room and she watched your figure retreat around the corner, afterwards walking to the edge of the crib where laosa's head laid.

Smiling softly at her little beads of hair because it reminded her of her own. She leaned down to laosa and kissed her temple. Just existing in her presence was slowly dominating her fear of being close with the people she loved.

It was scary to hold you at night and realize you were sound asleep while she stayed awake and stared at nothing. Just waiting for something unexpectant, a built in mode of survival engraved into the marrow of her bones.

It was scary to feel a plethora of things just because you smiled at her and treated her like a nice human being. Not knowing that she could change into the complete opposite.

It was scary to surrender. To allow the two most precious things in the world to possess her once idle beating heart.

But although nomi was scared, she wasn't a coward. And she'd die before abandoning the both of you. That was a commitment she agreed with internally.

Eventually she left the room quietly while shutting the door and made her way to your room, the door was cracked but she knocked anyway and when you granted her permission nomi caught you in the midst of sliding into bed.

You were silent tonight. Very concisely worded and it was one of the things on her list that were rated as torture. So as always she asked you how you felt, "are you angry with me?" You sighed and turned on your side with the cover pulled over.

"I have nothing to be angry about."

"But you are." She got comfortable under the covers once she shed off her trechcoat and made her feet bare.

"Am not." The agent completely disregarded your defense and rolled on her stomach just behind you, head looming above your ear.

"If you want to talk we can talk. You're not tired." She stated from the fact that you haven't stopped shaking your leg. Its just the thing you do when your up, but drifting between laziness.

"Nomi." You turned around as she raised her brows and tilted her head.

"Hm?"

Go to sleep. Thats what you should have said but you didn't. She grew unsure of your stretched pause, the rush of blood in her body making her wound ache but she was still as stone. Deep eyes switching between your own.

"What is it, y/n." You contemplated shortly before answering.

"How did you get in that car crash?" She then looked weirdly dull. Eyes wandering from your own to glance at something blankly.

"The person who hit me was a reckless driver. Isn't that the main cause of every car accident?" She slowly fluttered her lashes at you and furrowed her brows.

"Tell me about it?" You rise up against the headboard as she cautiously followed suit.

"Well, I was driving on my way to you actually before someone hit me from the side during a speed chase. The impact caused me to slam into the drivers door."

"And what's the condition on your shoulder?"

Nomi bit her lip and let a sort of silence stretch until she was comfortable responding back, "that's not how my shoulder got messed up."

"... can I see?" She puts a hand infront of you in a halting manner, wordlessly unbuttoning her shirt with one hand.

"I got it. Let me." You offered and she was going to protest but your hands had already gently eased her own off and finished the task, having the shirt ready to be pealed back.

Your fingertips traced the bandage around the upper joint of her limb and gently pressed around, above, near the edge of her right armpit and then finally in the middle. Nomi hissed immediately, discomfort taking her feautures for a moment.

"So its right there, is it a spring, twist, bone out of place?"

"It's... more like a gun shot wound." She shrugged with one shoulder before pulling her shirt back on.

"Who shot you?!" You slightly raised your voice as she closed her eyes and pressed her index finger to her lips. Listening out for laosa's potential cries. Then she reopened them and dragged them from the bedroom door to your face.

"I'll make it short."

"Make it clear." you demanded, a douse of anger that hid in your silence finally jumped into your tone. Nomi sighed.

"The police caught up with the other car, they ended up crashing with me and while I exited my vehicle.. I was blindly shot. That's all that happened, darling." You stared into her eyes, a soft frown etched into your feautures that she didn't appreciate one bit, but she believed she could fix it.

"So.. can we sleep together tonight? I haven't laid with you.." Nomi leaned closer to your body and wrapped her good arm around your waist, connecting your foreheads.

"In weeks." You take a deep breath and crossed your hands in your lap.

"Please?"

"... yeah.." you let go of it tonight, telling the inner voices in your head to shut up about the fact that you may be sensing Nomi isn't telling you the whole truth.

"That's my girl." Your bodies lower back into the bed as she welcomes you on her chest and you try you best to avoid applying more weight to her right shoulder.

Though the next morning, doesn't turn out like you expect.

You hear the television and sounds of cheesy nursery rhymes frolicking throughout the place. And there's a smell in the air, pleasant, delicious yet different from you normally whip up in the kitchen. You inhale with relief.

She's still here.

That old smile of yours started to form on your face as you turned in the pillows. Now you're eased onto your stomach and lying there undisturbed.

But suddenly the door creaked open and seeing as you're awake, you decide to easedrop.

"There. There goes your mommy all knocked out and sleeping sound, try not to wake her up yeah?" Nomi whispered as she bounced your baby girl on her hip and comfortingly let her small hand squeeze her thumb. Her doe eyes were glued to you.

"Satisfied little spy?" Laosa did a sort of wobbly nod as she squirmed on Nomi's hip and held her thumb harder. The woman raised her brows.

"Back in the living room I suppose." Nomi glanced at the lump in the sheets and quietly closed the door as you continued 'sleeping'. A short chuckle left you, fingers coming to wipe your eyes of any residue while you sat up.

Your arms dropped to bed and then flung the covers off so you could go to the bathroom and freshen up. Once you reached the living room you saw Nomi writing on a note pad while multitasking with spoon feeding Laosa.

She squished Nomi's forearm and took the spoon of baby food with a gurgle before softly falling back in the seat.

Nomi underlined a few things with haste and sensed someone approaching, eyes drifting up to the sight of you in your long gown and it made her marvel, "Good morning, Darling."

"Good morning, thanks for feeding laosa" you sighed gently was going sit on seat next to the woman but one of her arms hooked around your waist and eased you onto her lap. You parted your lips to say something and she stared up at you with faux innocence.

"You're welcome. Does that earn me a kiss?"

"Don't know?" Her arm flexed to hold you tighter and you could feel her plump lips pressing into the bare skin of your shoulder blades and neck.

"Stop being stubborn." she rasped in your ear as you shifted on her lap. Instinctively pressing back into her embrace. Nomi raised her hand to turn your chin so she could kiss you, but just as your mouths was centimeters away a wet glob landed on Nomi's temple.

She leaned back as you did aswell and gaped at the orange mess dripping down her face. Nomi shook her head and grabbed a few napkins off the table to wipe her skin. You laughed loudly while she chuckled.

"Not funny."

"Lala doesn't think mimi deserves a kiss?" You cooed at your baby and escaped from nomi to pick her up from the high seat as she giggled.

Nomi sat while looking between the both of your faces as something bright swelled within her heart. The feeling all too familiar.

"Your plate of breakfast is on the counter, I'm going to take a shower" Nomi snapped out of her trance and excused herself with fake irritation.

Once she was out of sight you did reprimand the newborn with a whisper before setting her down somewhere she could play.

The breakfast Nomi made was pretty good, she never failed a dish anyway. It tracked all the way back to the second date at her apartment when nomi cooked for you. She looked hot and whatnot while slinging an oven rag over her shoulder, shaking a pan of frying vegetables, which accentuated the muscles in her arm.

She was picture perfect, you could say.

Very relaxed, knew how to have a good time, never really jealous, made you laugh in any circumstances and she always blew the fuse out of an argument in the best ways. Nomi apologizes.

Which she never does to anyone but you. She isn't touchy either but she craves your cuddles and kisses, especially when you squish her face when you're extra happy.

The only you didn't like was her reluctantance.

Nomi could've been your girlfriend by now but everytime you brought that topic up she just steer the convo.

Solidifying your relationship despite all things you do for eachother was a pretty big step for her, one Nomi needs to grow longer legs for.

And you'd give her countless days that extended to weeks and months. But you'd be insane if you were going to continue being in the 'talking' stage with her after a year.

So the fears began to creep.

Is she playing you? Are you just an excellent hang around? Will Nomi eventually grow bored of you and.. leave?

You slowly chew on your food and make the fork meet your plate, mood soured and spoiled. You just end up wrapping it all up and putting it in the fridge before walking to the bedroom.

Your arms are placed behind you as you sit on the bed, waiting. Now you wanted to talk.

After twelve minutes went past the shower finally cut off and there was some shuffling and the close of a cabinet, then the knob twisted and she padded out with a towel around her body.

"You sneak.." Her British accent irked and attracted you at the same time while she approached your drawers.

"Whatever.. " you mumbled, Nomi payed you no mind until she glanced back.

".. Mind if I burrow some clothes?" You shrugged as she turned back and fished out some comfortable clothes. She discarded her towel and unfolded the pair of sweats to pull it over her legs and pulled a t-shirt over her head.

You looked elsewhere the whole time until a presence could be felt dipping into the mattress, a hand took your idle one and interlaced their fingers.

"You're silent again." Nomi searched for an explanation in your body language that your mouth wasn't going to give right away.

"I want to talk this time." You utter.

Nomi nibbles on her lips, "About what, I'm all ears."

"About how I feel," Nomi hummed as she examined you from head to toe.

"Go on?" her lips pinched into a straight line as you were getting ready to respond.

"I want to know more about you." You stood strong yet you felt like dissapearing due to her deep stare.

"Im very private you know that, you also know enough darling, what's the real issue." She furrowed her brows.

"The real issue is.. your enough, isn't my enough. Look, I won't beat around the bush.. you've been keeping me in the dark for a while." You pressed. She scratched her brow slowly and dropped her hand in her lap.

"If that's how you feel-"

"And I do?" You state, tone defensive. You take your hands back for yourself.

"You make me worried sick? I— I can't keep any tabs on you whatsoever, I don't know what your job profession is, where you dissapear off to, I don't even know your schedule which I always stay considerate of no matter how odd it is.. and how it may be eating into my time." you breathe in deeply.

"I'm still trying to wrap my head around the fact that you got shot?"

"Y/n-" your hands then jab at your chest.

"As your...... hell I don't even know what am to you at this point but I'm pretty angry at the possibility that you may be keeping some huge secrets from me while I expose my whole life to you?"

"Y/n, you know who you are to me."

"Do I? What's our status, how am I special?"

"You're.. " my love. Nomi didn't think she could say that to you, every time her toungue fell limp and her jaw clenched. She loved you more than you could imagine but knew where admitting to it would get her. She felt unworthy of you. Prohibited and Insecure.

The way she lived glued her to this mindset.

Your shoulders dropped.

"Exactly. I can't bring myself to play pretend the next day when my heart's still sore from you choosing when to come and go. Giving that same explanation of work," you groan, "its like I always make time for you but you don't make enough time for me... I'm doubting if what I'm trying to do is right.."

"What is that?"

"Trying to gain your trust. Your reassurance. I mean we are getting to know eachother so we can potentially be together... but you obviously haven't felt that close with me yet so you have the obvious option Nomi..."

"Don't.. don't do that." She glared, you couldn't be insinuating that. And the way her name came out of your mouth wasn't soothing her like usual.

"Then tell me what I should know, from the moment we first met." You lay out your request on the table while Nomi sits deep in thought for a proper response back. She wouldn't lie and say she didn't realize you feeling this way, she always knew.

But the last thing Nomi wanted was for you to leave her for it. She just needed more time, but now the hourglass had finally ran out.

"You want," with a pounding heart.

"trust.. openness? fine. But If I'm speaking from the deepest part of my heart, all I ever did was try to protect you and Laosa."

"Protect us from what?!"

"Simple answer?" She placed her palms infront of her as you demanded with a raising brow.

"The simplest."

"I work with the government."

"..... Nomi if you're an FBI Agent you could've told me-"

"Not that type of agent." She frowned, eyes closing momentarily.

"Then.." you trailed off. Nomi crossed her arms and fully turned to you, face giving confliction and compromise at the same time. This was it. If she told you, everything would change.

She'd overcome that boulder that layed atop her jurisdiction once and for all. You deserved to know.

"Nomi?"

"I'm the one that.. takes care of the criminals you thankfully haven't heard on the news. People like me handle.. them— i-in advance."

"Oh."

"Listen-"

"Is that how you got shot?" Stunned silence.

"My." You turned away.

Nomi breathes in deeply. "I'm finally coming clean to you about what I'm hiding and now you're shutting me out? Y/n look at me."

"..I can't..." You're reluctant. But a now cold hand reaches for your arm with gentleness. Light as feather and you let Nomi settle behind you with the fearful thought of a reptile slithering around your skin.

"Darling." But you snap out of it, you have too. Upon this news you feel like everything you've known about her is a lie and all that she is, is her choice of work. An agent. But you know deep down Nomi is more.

"If only you were willing to understand." She rubbed her hands down your arms and held you firmly, feeling your deep trembles.

"I've had to do unspeakable things for this world. I've had to kill." You squeeze your eyes shut while hers bore into the wall ahead.

"Would it alleviate the weight off your shoulders if I told you all of them were really.. really bad people." She put her chin in your neck and pulled you closer than you already were, squeezing, making you slightly breathless.

"A.. life, is a life." You exhaled.

"And what is a justice?" She whispered, hold suddenly loosening. The truth. It filled you with so many emotions that you though you were prepared for but weren't. After all, this was what you wanted.

So now you must make a choice.

"Nomi." You mutter and then swallow. The agent is silent, arms still interlocked around your abdomen. She's torn in her thoughts, remaining clueless about if you'll end things with her or not. Its maddening.

".. Nomi." Your voice wavers and it's painful to consider the thought that leaves your throat sore in guilt.

"You need time." She abruptly pulled away from you and got off the bed, darting her burning eyes to the ground.

"When you've come to a decision... call me." Nomi states as clear she can while gathering her things.

She's gone quick and two times the door gets shut. Mimicking the breaking of your crystal glass heart.

This was best for now.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four Days.

A Thursday had never felt so.. empty. Nomi skimmed her cabinets for numerous bottles of dark liquors and sweetly bitter remedies that left her body ablaze right under her skin. She didn't grow tired often, not remembering a proper trip the bed in that span of time.

Maybe a crash on the couch every blue moon. Or a late night ride.. past your complex.

Every blue moon, though.

Nomi knew she could give into her intrusive thoughts and scoop you and laosa up. Proposing a stay at her Mediterranean and remote home while you continued to think. In her passanger seat. As long as you both were in her reach. That's all she wanted.

The agent put her hand on the car door, fingers eerily still on the handle as she pondered on it. She could do it, she really could. Your usually home this hour anyway, probably making fragrances or nurturing your baby on the lap while the TV remained on.

Desperate.

Come on, thats desperate.

Nomi clenched her jaw and brought her hands back on the steering wheel, leaving the premises without hesitation and internally degrading herself on the way. She had to be patient.

Meanwhile you were in the house wondering how to contact her, as if you could send a simple text or call. But what would you say, how would you say it.. in which way would you deliver your sentiment. Should you give it a little more time and think logically rather than your heart taking all the space up in your head.

The organ told you to forgive nomi and continue loving her. To be willing to understand like she wanted. And you truly wanted to but you were scared. Images of her bandaged shoulder and how exhausted she looked with slighty sunken eyes. You couldn't bare to see her so..

Beat.

You sighed and stood up to put laosa to bed again. A sad frown etched into your features while you thought of the woman.

Tonight's dreams had mimicked your pain in distorted ways that made stubborn tears escape through your closed eyes and your heart did its familiar, agonizing turn and twist.

But as always, the sun did its usual appearance and you were still slumped in bed when a buzz from your phone had you stirring in the sheets.

Buzz

"Ugh.." you turned on your side.

Buzz

"Mtch.. shoot." You grumbled and quickly reached for your phone on the nightstand. After rubbing your eyes and blinking the blurriness away you noticed there were text messages, from Nomi.

Mimi💕: I have to report back to work on Monday.

We need to talk soon.

Your face twisted up into an angry pout as your feet kicked in a dramatic toddler fashion. You weren't ready to face her at all, even looking at her blue text bubbles made you feel intimidated. You thought of responding or leaving Nomi on read for a minute to recollect yourself.

You chose the latter.

Today wasn't the best day to talk, you had to be at work by nine and drop laosa off to daycare, along with a ton of other things. You sighed and got out of bed to freshen up and make breakfast.

Throwing some bacon in the oven before you went into the baby room and eased Laosa out of her slumber.

Her little body was putty in your arms as you carried her to restroom and got her ready for the day aswell. She could barely sit up straight when you brought a soft brush along her scalp.

"Lala.." her eyes squinted open to your voice as she slightly perked up and then slumped again.

"Reminds me of when I used to brush her hair after a good old wash day" you mumbled with a smile while fitting a puffy headband on the little girls head. The longer you stared into the mirror and reflected, the more you missed her.

And it was at that moment when your chest began to hurt again that you knew you had to do it. You couldn't delay this talk. So hopefully there could be a slot in time for your discussion.

#lashana lynch #black wlw #nomi #007 #no time to die #nomi x black fem #nomi x fem #lesbian

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pap3rcherry · 9 days

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Hi! I love your stories! And I wanted to ask if you could do smg3 x reader who lost their memories during the puzzlevission arc (should I call it that?)

If you don't feel comfortable with this request, feel free to ignore it :)

Have great day/evening/night!!

୨୧ THE 30TH ✮⋆˙

SMG3 X READER WHO LOST THEIR MEMORIES

A/N: Yay!!! i love this man bro, smg3 is such a babygirl, it makes me so frustrated that there so little fics of him, LIKE FEED US WITH THIS SHORT OBESE CHUNGUS MAN‼️‼️‼️

Type: Angst, Hcs, romantic

Tw: mentions of depression, i tried making this as sad as possible

Song recommendation: Birds dont sing

୨୧ Smg3 was so relieved when everything ended well, everyone was okay, the chaos was over! The first thing that smg3 did when everything was over was run to you and hug you, relieved that you were okay.

୨୧ ...only to be met with a "who are you? what is happening?" from you, caughting him totally off guard and making him slowly more and more shocked and disturbed the second he realized what that could mean.

୨୧ He hates Puzzles with every ounce of his being,SMG4 didnt even need to smash the TV with Luigi meat mallet, Smg3 destroyed that TV himself, reducing it to shards in mere seconds, all out of pure hatred for what he done to you.

୨୧ He couldnt believe it, you were just playing around right? you didnt really mean that, it was just a stupid prank you were pulling on him... right?! he shaked you by the shoulders desperately, asking if you were joking and to stop playing around, but his fear were sadly confirmed when you said you didnt knew what he was talking about.

୨୧ This man would be in severe denial once he realizes what happened, thinking you were just being a silly goof ball, when in reality you didnt even remember who u were or where you were, everything in ur mind was just... static

୨୧ The crew would let him live in his fantasy for a while, in hopes for him to fall into reality himself, while trying to get you to have your memories back, but nothing would really seen to work.

୨୧ Smg3 could feel himself falling into depression by the second, he missed you profoundly, he missed how you would just stick by his side everytime you got the chance, now, it was gone, it was all gone.

୨୧ After some time he would fall into acceptance and try to rebuild some memories with you, try to get you guys happy life back, try to get your sparkle back, so that he could feel your warm and comforting hug, even if that meant he had to win you back again.

୨୧ He would often show you some pictures of you two on his phone, some of dates, others from stupid adventures, or just you two relaxing together and also, some drawings he made of you, so you could at least believe him when he said you two knew eachother.

୨୧ His "tough" facade would fall and he wouldnt catch it, and the crew didnt dare to tease him for it since it was a very delicate moment to him, so they would just let him be and comfort him when needed.

୨୧ He would become extra protective of you, sticking by your side always he gets the chance to, keeping an eye on you so he knows you are okay and safe.

୨୧ Considered trying using his guardian powers on you but turned his own idea down because he was afraid that it could hurt or even worsen the situation somehow, so he would just stick to hope and rebuild something with you route.

୨୧ Smg3's look of admiration whenever he looked at you never left, but instead, his look looked a bit more emotional and sad, while he completed if you would ever be yourself again, but he tried comforting himself saying that he would love you no matter what </3

୨୧ “Even though you dont remember me, ill always remember you”

#smg3 #smg3 x reader #angst #supermarioglitchy4 #x reader #gender neutral reader #Supermarioglitchy3 #Reader x smg4 #headcanons #reader fic #Reader #୨୧ cherry works

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brekkie-e · 7 months

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yo! i dunno if you've made a post on this before, but i'd be interested to hear details about epione (+ any other tavs)! what's her story? what's she like?

Hey, yes, hi, hello! This is one of those questions that I crave to be asked constantly but also fear all who do will come to regret. I can not be normal about my kids. Especially Epi. She’s my little creature and I cry about her a lot. Thank you so much for asking, and I apologize for the wait!

I do plan on making a more in depth introduction post at some point, so if you like her that’s on the way.

Epione! Far more commonly known as Epi though.

She is a grown up urchin, still trying to find her place in the world. Life has been testing her from the day she was born. Started out in a orphanage that didn’t treat her kindly. Ran away when she was seven to the Lower City, where she promptly met what would become her Mol. Her and her bosom companion, Vestia, grew up alongside eachother in a pick pocket crew and when they hit their teens started a chaotic ride or die relationship. It ended in tragedy when Vestia’s ambition and selfishness found her doing jobs for the Zhentarim as Epi began trying to “go straight” and work her way to a normal life. Vestia agreed to make the attempt, but continued doing jobs behind Epi’s back. When she found out and tried to confront her, shit hit the fan at the wrong time. Flaming Fist made an appearance, and Epi took the fall for the job Vestia was running for the Zhent- spending the next 80 years in prison for it while Vestia climbed the ranks of the Zhentarim and ended up one of their top dogs by the time of the game.

Epi got out of prison about 6 months to a year before the game starts. She found a job as a carriage driver, and essentially plays the role of a chatty cab driver. I do not know for a fact if that is lore compliant due to the animal ban in BG, but we see carts around all parts of the city in the game and it’s an important headcanon for me that I’m too attached to so it stays. It’s one of the reasons she has 3 levels in bard. She has no training but she is a chronic story teller. She has a shitty apartment, few long term friends, and a burning desire to make something of herself that is more than what people see. Above all else, she is a survivor and a hard worker.

Oh and like. As a minor, only slightly important bit- she’s also a cambion. A long lost daughter of Mephistopholees to be exact. One of seven cambion children he had with divine soul sorcerers to aquire enough divine energy to usurp Azmodeus to be exact. Her older brother was sent to fetch her when she was born, and was pissed at his dad so conveniently misplaced her at the orphanage. They cropped her wings in a bit of anti-tiefling sentiment (tieflings can technically be born with wings too so nobody suspected she was a cambion from the start.) So Epi does not find out about her heritage until early Act 3 of BG3 because of Raphael. Yes, he found her alliance with Astarion incredibly humorous because neither knew they were the run away missing ingredient in a plot Mephistopholees was trying to pull. I want to note, this was a plot I came up with in 2020/2021 so finding out Astarion’s infernal pact info was INSANE playing it real time.

She will be getting her wings back courtesy of Raphael in Act 3, and it will be a bit of an ugly transition with a dash of identity crisis.

ALSO she’s supposed to be a lighter pink than shown in some screenshots. Her original colors were removed in the full release so sometimes she’s got a hot pink look to her when it’s really supposed to be a bit more pastel. She’s actually pretty insecure about being so pink, she feels like people don’t take her seriously because of it. It makes life difficult for Astarion when he wants to put her in nice clothes. She hates stuff that draw attention to her.

General info:

Age: 226

Class: 9 levels of wild magic sorcery (headcanoned to be infernal but unstable cause she’s got no training) and 3 of lore bard so CUTTING WORDS

Romance: slow burn rivals to lovers with Astarion

She has a mouse/rat companion named Todd that has had it’s lifespan unnaturally extended by her magic

Epione is technically a part of a custom party that has many more Tav’s in it which I will put much more briefly under the cut 💖

It says Brendan, but it’s a cover name. This is the human form of Jehvka, which is Epi’s older brother. He’s always kept an eye out for her where he could from a distance, and tries to infiltrate the Mindflayer ship to save her. Unfortunately he gets stuck in the same situation and has to play along. It’s nice for him though cause he actually gets to know her and befriend her, but it sucks cause he gets deeper and deeper into the lie about who he is. He’s a very witty devil may care type. Comes off like the big scary brooding guy, but does it intentionally to throw people off gaurd when he gives a big smile and hits them with a pun. Romances Gale. Winds him up by playing dumb during his info dumps and pretending he’s never heard of basic things like “the weave.”

Mizzyrm. She’s going to be the other half of Lae’zel’s evil cultish culture duo. Wizard from Menzoberazzan who channel’s her “evilness” in to extensive research. Which is so important she finds herself hardly leaving her lair, and thus is spared from having to attent soirée’s where no less than 3 murders will occur and everyone is mean to eachother. She is shaped by her culture, and definitely has a dark side because of it. Her research is primarily about how to magically hurt people faster. But she’s got a softness in her that makes her just kind of retreat from her peers when she can get away with it. Basically an evil introvert. When she get’s to the surface, it isn’t going to take her long to warm up to the idea that maybe there’s a different way to live. But she gravitates to Lae’zel because it’s familiar and a dynamic she understands. Also she thinks her mom would approve.

TYPHON. My head empty no thoughts but “do you think lifting this boulder over my head will impress the babes?” Dark Urge boy. He’s going to be the fun stabilizer of the group who encourages everyone to work together. Probably unironically makes people do group huddles and say “go team” before getting into battles. Invented the “bhaal-tap” locker room maneuver. Is sufficiently horrified by his dark urges, his mantra about it is “be cool, man just be cool.” He will likely get a little more serious on a narrative level, but he will not stray far from his Ken roots.

Anathema 2.0

Repressed Rich Virgin Syndrome has taken a devestating toll on her. She is the daughter of patriars who simply don’t have time to raise kids, so she was raised by a very religious nanny and then sent to a convent for a while. She’s only recently been brought home due to a politically advantageous betrothal. She doesn’t have much of an opinion about it because she doesn’t have a lot of opinions about anything. Other people tell her what to do and think. She’s insufferably naive and ignorant and rich. She’s going to turn red with embarrassment and mortification every time Karlach says fuck in her general viscinity, because she has literally never heard a swear word prior to meeting her. Yes, Karlach is going to teach her how to be her own person and be rebellious and think for herself. Yes they are going to elope. No it won’t be until after Gortash causes mayhem and drama.

BONUS PICTURE: VESTIA. My toxic queen. Stay awful, my love. She’s the kind of character that is there narratively to cause problems but you feel bad about it because you know she deserves growth and good things too, but her entire point is to be an example of what happens when you DON’T grow and just get worse. Astarion wants to see his reflection so bad, this is it. A warning sign not to ascend cause it will leave you lonely in the end.

#brekkie asks #oc: epione #oc: Jehvka #oc: anathema #oc: Mizzyrm #oc: vestia #oc: typhon #Bg3 tav #tav #baldur’s gate 3 #bg3 #not supposed to be this long but im a menace

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kitkatmonsterfox · 3 months

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I had this small ninjago au idea that I had for a while now, idk if I'll ever draw it or not, but the au is called Fsm overlord brother au were follow by the name the overlord is the fsm brother. This was based on the scraped idea that ov was the other half of fsm that tommy had, but instead of him being the oni half, why not make it a family problem, because there's alwas family drama in the fsm bloodline..

Read the rough draft of the idea

So the idea goes like this, before Fsm runs away from the first realm, he spots something on the oni side, a baby. He was confused at first but later learned, just like him. This baby was also born in the conflict of the oni & dragon powers,so not wanting the same fate that he was about to experience, he took him. years passed, and the boy grew up bigger than the fsm, sometimes being mistaken as a younger brother to the overlord they had a strong brotherly bond going on mishap, sometimes getting into trouble, promising to never leave eachother side. But as time passed and both got older, they grew more disten, the fsm focuses more on keeping balanced and peace in the realms while the overlord think the only solution to peace it to conquer but the fsm Opposed the idea Believing everyone has the right of there freedom but he just Scoft and walked away. The fsm worried that his oni side is starting to take over but ignoring it anyway. Later that night, the fsm since something was wrong and went to check it out, he soon saw that his brother was Causing mast destruction and chaos, putting people under a curse to obey him the fsm confronted him about it but the overlord pushed him away, believing that he will bring true peace but in darkness. Fsm Realizing that his oni side had fully taken over, he had no choice but to stop him , so a battle ensued. Both never seem tired out each other, but fsm needs to find a way to stop him once and for all, but he needs to think fast because the overlord used his power to create an instructable army he tried to fight them off but he was starting to grow tired, so he had to make the biggest decision, but at that moment the overlord was about to hit his finally on him blow until the fsm stabed him in the chest, both shocked by this, the overlord pulled him self out the Sword to regain what had happened. the fsm took the opportunity to use the power he had left and split the island in two. ov being on the dark island and fsm being on ninjago. Thire was finally peaceful, but they felt an intense guilt for what he had done. many years passed, and the fsm had kids of his own telling Cautionary tales of the overlord, But not mentioning that the overlord is their uncle. Fear on how they would fell or them follow in his path, after his death the fsm was looking for his brother in the departed realm, hoping that he'll change him or that he regret the Actions he had made and come back. But the more he looked, he had a horrific realization that his soul was still in ninjago waiting for his next attack to cover the world in darkness

This is just the rough draft of the brother Au, I'll update it if i ever come back to it, with designs of the overlord human form. Let me know what you think of it and what should I do to improve on it or have any suggestions?

#ninjago #ninjago overlord #ninjago fsm #Ninjago au #Fsm and overlord brother au #long post #not art

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oh my god. its funny how there's 2 scotts and one of them i just adore, he's like a dad for me and i always there to watch his vods (bc i sleep while he's streaming)

and the other one..... um.... i'm not saying that he's bad, but i don't really likes him. he maybe good, but its not for me

and you're saying that they like similar to each other... i'm not seeing it (maybe bc im not watching one of them, lol), but i'll wait to read your opinion on this c:

- 🔥

LMAO YEAH. non-american timezones are mad unfair, I rarely catch streams at all 😔😔

regarding mister shmajor:

"...a bit too bitchy for your taste?" :J

but yeah impulse has such incredible dad energy!! i think it's rlly cute you think of him that way 😭😭

i will probably talk abt it more in the coming days or so cus I've been rotating impulse in my mind quite a bit of recent, but since you've given me an excuse...... (scott/impulse parallels and brainrot thoughts under the cut) (i think it's only me who sees these but yanno. fun)

for the record this is specifically life series scott and impulse but i tend to incorporate elements of other series into my headcanons too 👍

they're both:

very logic-orientated people. they tend to gravitate towards looking for the solution that makes the most sense rather than acting on instinct.

the designated "responsible one" in their respective groups, a role neither of them really asked for but kind of just ended up finding themselves in. it's not that either of them Hate having to be the responsible one but they certainly tire of it at times.

^ because of that, they also tend to somewhat isolate from said groups when things go wrong cus they're used to relying on themselves instead of looking for help. think (former) dogwarts impulse.

i joked abt this with the screenshot already lol but both of them have a bitchy streak. impulse's is alot less talked about and tends to be "tamer" than scott's but it's definitely there (it's more noticeable when skizz is nearby)

both can hold grudges FOREVER while acting like they couldn't care less.

when they're freed from that "responsible one" role, they both tend to enter this freaky gremlin mode where they start giggling and pulling dumb pranks.

they're both smooth-talkers who can hide their real emotions really well ESPECIALLY compared w/ other ppl in the series. sometimes they do it on purpose other times it's almost more of an instinctual thing.

the key difference is that impulse is more emotionally mature than scott. scott closes himself off in fear of being vulnerable while impulse is always to sit down with you and have a heart-to-heart. impulse has "settled down" a lot more, so to speak, and isn't quite as dramatic or in need of attention or approval.

it results in impulse feeling like a lot warmer of an individual, he's not intimidating because he's not trying to be (even though he very much has the ability).

anyway uh i rlly want to write or draw some sort of one shot where impulse takes scott under his wing a bit. i think they'd be good for eachother's character development is all.

#asks #🔥 anon #liauditore is unhinged #i will talk abt pearl and skizz parallels sooner or later too #i like the idea of pearl being kind of like a pseudo-daughter figure for impy #so id love to write smth where impulse is more or less thrown off by scott because of his whole thing with her in LL and DL #but he looks closer and realises oh this kid is Messed Up #they can be friends. i think they can.#kind of like a father/son-in-law bonding fic but in a goofy way and theyre not in laws #but yeah give scott a couple more years for the dad vibes to start kicking in lmao

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herzgeist-writes · 9 months

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20) Trapped Soul

Pairing: Law x fem!reader | Word count: 4.2k | Warnings: Cussing, violence, gore

A/N: Yes, a monster hunter collab! Who wants to see Law and his palico in tow? I know I do.

Dividers by cafekitsune

Fear doesn't stop growing in the Captain's heart, as he sprints, slides and ports through the dead wastes' rough spots and edges. Close behind on all fours hops Sneftu, breathing heavily as he exclaims: "We're getting closer to the Odogaron lairs, are you sure your friend is here?" - "She must be around here somewhere! And we're not friends!"

Holding up the vivre card in his palm, he follows the way it's slightly moving to on his skin. The singeing slowly continues to spread over the card, triggering the surgeon even more and he picks up the pace. "Wait for me!", squeaks the feyline way in the back. Grunting annoyed he decides to just carry the furball with him and ports him into his grasp, holding the squiggling palico under his arm, earning a surprised meow.

Disoriented, the pirate hunter still hunts after the Radobaan and finds himself lost in the even deeper and darker places of the red marrow isle. Swearing to himself his eye seeks a flower of torch pods or a way to get out of the miasma. The ground beneath his feet is soggy and bloody and the smell is sickening beyond limit. Even the walls are covered in depraved carcasses, making it seem like one is stuck inside a stomach. Disgusting.

Not bothering all too much, Zoro fires up the toxic fumes with a pod he found and proceeds his hunt, as suddenly a massive rumble makes him freeze solid in place, focusing on the incoming unknown. It's coming from the other side of the flesh walls. Holding his breath to get a better listen, Roronoa slowly draws his katanas, preparing for the worst.

Two giant monsters come bursting through the rotten barriers, going at eachother's throats. The swordsman recognises one being an Odogaron, but the other opposing a serious threat to the hell hound, is one he has never seen before on this island. It looks like a wolf, only uncountable times bigger in size, baring it's fangs threateningly at the already half dead Odogaron. The eyes of the wolf have no irisies nor pupils and let off an abnormal white glow and a strange looking stone adorns the creature's forehead.

The fight gets out of hand as the unknown monster slams the Odogaron into the ground, with it's teeth deeply bored into the flesh coloured neck, growling fiercly while locking it's jaw. Afraid for life, the hell hound tries to wriggle itself out of the strong hold and howls out a miserable whimper. With a loud and crisp snap, the neck of the red monster breaks, it's lifeless body sinking into the blood soiled ground.

Zoro gulps visibly, as a sweat drops flows down his temple. To kill an Odogaron isn't that simple, especially for the opposing creatures out there. It's known for it's agility, brutality and intelligence. That is definitely not a common wolf, it's not just proved by the abnormal size, but also by the amount of strength within that beast.

Turning it's lowered gaze towards the pirate hunter, the muzzle begins to contort, revealing the dangerous teeth that blaze menacingly at the swordsman. A deep and taunting bark escapes the wolf while stalking towards him. "Guess I'll have to accept your challenge, mutt.", he flashes a wide and bloodthirsty grin at the creature closing in.

With unexpected force and speed, the wolf charges at Zoro, pouncing at him in attempt to pin him to the ground, but such an attack is not powerful enough to take down the Vice Commander of the Straw hats. One katana wards off the gnashing fangs of the monster and deflects their intended target, shoving the wolf's face to a different direction.

Kicking straight into it's snout, the canine whines in pain and shakes off the disorientation Roronoa ground into it. The green-hair husks in excitement while peering at the defenceless enemy: "My turn." He carries his white katana in both hands and prepares himself to strike a powerful blow against the wolf, growling 'Lion Song' in a concentrated manner. Just as he shoots foward in light speed, his frame gets ingulfed in thick grey mist which disperses explosively, leaving him dumbfounded.

"What the hell?", he curses under his breath, trying to find an indicator where this mutt is hiding. Expecting an ambush he takes in a defensive stance, his focus never breaking. The sound of what seems like footpads on the depraved earth reveals the creature's location, earning the swordsman's attention. Without hesitation he storms into that direction, only to discover the corpse of the defeated Odogaron. A decoy?

A large shadow leaps at him from behind. The monster yet again, with it's mouth clasped this time, attacking the startruck swordsman. Something is different, why isn't the creature bearing it's fangs? Thus the wolf clenches it's jaw together mid air and a soft pop emits from within, clearly for the pirate hunter to hear. Fire ablazes in the monster's mouth and now a set of pointy teeth and a seething flame charge at Roronoa.

To fend off that fierce attempt to burn him alive, Zoro crosses two katanas before him and manages to keep those sharp and enflamed fangs at bay. "Holy shit, did you actually chow down torch pods to get me? I'm flattered and impressed. You're smart...for a dog.", he muses while staring into those bright glowing orbs infront of him, which squint at him as a reply. It's as if it understood every word, which doesn't only disturb the green-hair, but also distracts him for a split second.

Headbutting him the moment the wolf catches him off guard, the pirate hunter slides backwards, a grunt escaping him as he impacts with the wall. Coming to a point where the Straw hat pirate gets really annoyed he readies his third weapon in his mouth: "You start to get on my nerves, wolf." The way he pronounced that word suddenly triggered something inside the beast before him. As if it's loosing it's balance it sways from left to right.

Uncontrolledly it growls and tries to stable it's stand, but in vain. Zoro's uncertainty plasters over his face, but his determination doesn't falter. "What's the matter puppy? Are you struggling with the aftermath of my foot in your face earlier?", he chuckles tauntingly, readying himself to strike down the weakend creature infront of him. Before he can fully approach the monster, it shouts out a devastating and numbing roar, bringing the swordsman to his knees. Everything grows black around him and he lost the target out of sight.

"This way Mewster Doctor! I heard that same howl again!" - "It wasn't hard to overhear, thank you for the information.", Law with the palico in tow speeds over to the recent occuring sound, reverbing over their heads. We must be close, thought the Captain as he sees the vivre card in his hand inching closer to him, signalising him the target cannot be far.

Jumping of a low cliff he lands in the miasma polluted area again, dead meat spread all over the place. Cautiously taking a look around before proceeding, Law detects the pirate hunter in the distance, who staggers and stumbles in place, holding onto his head, seemingly dazed. This is not what he anticipated, for you should've been right here as the piece of paper indicated. Finding this imbecile here lets the Captain's blood boil, thinking he might have something to do with your dissapearance. Either the green-head was too weak to keep you safe from that unknown monster, or he tried to attack you and you escaped. Both options do the opposite of pleasing the surgeon of death, as his mind fills with intrusive thoughts of killing that man without remorse.

"Meowster!", the palico exclaims as he's about to jump over to him, but the Captain keeps the furball from it, "Wait here, Sneftu-ya. I'll call you over when I'm finished with him." Blinking at the white hatted man confused, the feyline only plops onto the ground completely confuddled.

Zoro musters himself up and fights against the dizzyness, breathing heavily in exhaustion. As he finally gets a grip of himself, a strong hand in his neck knocks him into the ground, pressing him into the dirt and stenching rot. "WHERE IS SHE?!", a booming and infuriated voice snaps at Roronoa, who is flabbergasted by the sudden grip. Nonetheless, he immediately recognises that voice and scoffs only: "Good to see you too, death doctor." - "ANSWER MY QUESTION, DAMN YOU!"

Not understanding what the Captain of the heart pirates requires, he looks at the angered man from the corner of his eye: "Who do you mean?" - "(Y/n)!" The wolf girl? Of course she's with him, but why did they seperate? It's foolish to split up on an isle like this. He answers in all earnesty: "I haven't seen her, but I had an encounter with an overgrown wolf just moments ago...if that interests you." Something rustles up inside Law and he grows restless, as his ears begin to ring in anxiety. An overgrown wolf? 'Don't tell me' he mumlbes to himself.

The hand on Zoro's neck loosens and he takes a relieved breather as he gets on his feet again. Law watches his every move in suspicion, while drawing Kikoku, not letting go of the Straw hat so easily: "Describe it's appearance in detail." - "It had dark grey fur, weird white glowing eyes and some kind of stone in the middle of it's forehead. If you ask me, that thing is anything than a normal animal."

Sliding the nodachi's sharp edge against the green-head's throat, the surgeon of death stares the pirate hunter down with his cold steel eyes. In an unexpected calm voice, he asks Roronoa, if he has done anything to that wolf, to which the interrogated one replies: "If I hadn't defended myself, I would've ended as dog food. You would've done the same, what stupid question is that?"

That goes entirely against the Captain's grain and out of impulsiveness he creates a room and bone stalactites start to losen themselves from above, threatening to bore into the Vice Commander of the Straw hats. "Tell me you're joking, Zoro-ya." - "Fucking show off..." Clenching his fist around Law's blade, blood trickles down his lower arm, giving him a devious grin and laughing insolently: "Why do you care about that ol' wolfy?."

Towering over him, he spits back at the swordsman: "I have a theory that this wolfy you attacked so eagerly is actually (Y/n)-ya! " Puzzled, Roronoa stares blankly at the doctor, believing that man has completely lost his mind. The surgeon's expression doesn't falter once. Wait, is he being for real? Nearly going insane himself, Zoro supresses an outburst of laughter. Raising an eyebrow at him, Law mutters vexed: "Shut up and help me find her, you fool." - "Help you find your puppy girlfriend? Yeah sure!"

Did he really just have to say that? The stalactites in the air come shooting down at the pirate hunter, but before they can pierce 'the almost exploding from keeping it together' Zoro, the palico intervenes by scooting inbetween, yelling: "Stop! We don't have time for this dung right meow! Meowster! Help this doctor find his mate!" The green-hair comes to ease and shakes his head in disbelief, questioning why he should actually help that doctor of death.

Explaining to him in a soft purr, Sneftu curls his whiskers: "Because he helped me find you and I think it's only fair we give our support to him in exchange. It's a matter of honor, meowster!" Annoyed he sighs out and scratches the back of his neck. Where is this advocacy coming from? "I-I'm not your master...ugh. My god, alright. Let's just go.", the grumpy swordsman rumbles in a short breath. He thinks back at the time where he saw you last with this dark and shady lunatic of a man. Not trusting the surgeon of death at all, he wishes he would've snatched you off that stage in the auction house back then and just dragged you along through the adventures the Straw hats barge themselves into. This, though swimming around in his clouded mind, is only fleeting and he follows the brooding white hatted guy, nevertheless only involutarily.

The Captain acknowledges Zoro's inner struggles and decides not to confront him about it, for he can already tell it's about you. Wondering since when he has known you and from where, which leaves a bitter aftertaste within him. No matter, you are his crew member. There is no way he accepts cross crew relationships or sorts, especially not with one of the Straw hats, even though they prove to be one of the most respected under the worst generation pirates. But why did that cross his mind right now? He can't even answer that question to himself.

Thus the two men and the palico run off in search of the curious wolf creature, which apparantly is you, going rampant on the red marrow isle.

The smell of pitch and brimstone fills the cave the wolf lurks around in, following a scent it cought while escaping the pirate hunter's assaults. Cyan blue light enbrightens the shallow rock faces, from which water flows calmy into the deep grotto basin, the glittering reflections dancing along in the atmosphere. A busy canine nose sniffs the area, appearing to recognise a closing in opposing threat.

Twice the size of a red specimen, an ebony Odogaron walks into the cave, seemingly detecting the wolf at the water, who drinks unbeknowingly to the danger creeping in. Or so it seems. Without considering to wait for the perfect moment, the black hell hound roars intimidatingly, claiming his turf. Showing the monster the cold shoulder, the wolf doesn't even bother turning around. It taunts the beast tremendously and it comes charging in, standing right next to the canine, growling the last warning to scare it off. Now it's got the full attention of the grey creature, baring it's fangs to the imperious ebony Odogaron.

A mentionable and crucial information, the wolf is only half the size of the apex predator of this isle, hence the chances for it to win this fight are relatively low, yet it's determination and fierceness are incomparable. The hell hound retracts it's claws and slashes them at the insolent enemy, aiming for the face, but whines by the sudden pain that shoots up it's arm as the wolf has countered the attack by digging it's teeth deeply into it.

In merely a second, the same befalls the overconfident canine, who gets ripped on his neck by the strong jaw and tossed against a sturdy stalagmite in midst of the cave. The Odogaron isn't here to play and comes to slash through the dark grey coat, tearing open the flesh, close to revealing the vital organs. The monster is intending to make short process out of this and targets the wolf's throat, before it can approach the severly injured opponent, he gets blinded from a flash of light of a bunch of glow worms hovering over the waters. Taking the chance to escape, the grey furred beast scurries off, trying to find a hiding spot.

No longer far away, Law, Zoro and Sneftu find the grotto where they heard yet another terrifying roar. "That was the ebony Odogaron!", the palico exclaims, hopping ahead. The two men ready themselves seeing the heavily bleeding wolf fleeing in a dragging limp. Both come to a stop in shock and the Captain's blood freezes in an instant. With his hand on the heft of his nodachi, he's about to call out to you, but the green-hair holds him from it: "Don't. Stay quiet and don't move. We'll have to surprise attack the hell hound."

In an angered growl, now the Odogaron comes storming out of the cave, still slightly disoriented from the flash. Only standing thirty feet away from the silenced swordsmen, not budging by the sight of that grotesque creature. It's glowing red eyes glare at them, not considering them as threats and the monster carries on by rushing to the direction where the wolf ran off to, chattering disgustingly.

Thus, Zoro presses foward: "I take care of the Odogaron, you go take care of your puppy!" - "She's not my-" Gritting his teeth to that comment, Law lets out a groaning sigh as he sprints shortly after the swordsman. Sneftu hops along the Captain: "I will assist you in defending your mate, Mewster Trafalgar mrrp!"

Why is everybody assuming you are his mate or partner? Perhaps he is exaggerating, they could also mean partner in a neutral way as friend or partners in crime, but he gets too abashed by the sound of it, making it look like he tries to deny there is obviously something more than meets the eye. Automatically presuming that people mean it the romantic way, is only the Captain's wrong way of thinking, but he reveals himself with his sort of reaction too easily.

As he sees how the Odogaron hunts down the badly wounded wolf, his eyes widen in terror. Detecting the moonstone on the canine's head, therefore testifies his theory. "(Y/N)-YA!", he shouts out to you, running towards your wolf form. You barely bring yourself to look at your Captain, as you're being cornered by the infuriated apex predator before you, who's dark red static aura devours every ounce of fear in you. "Law...", is what the doctor hears, resonating in his mind. Though he didn't see your lips move, he preceives your ever so sweet voice. Never has he heard you say his first name like this before. So close and yet so far, he speeds up as he hears you begging faintly again: "Law...help...me..."

You are in there. Your soul is deeply burried in a reckless, carnivorous killing machine and you can't fight against it's instincts. The surgeon sees how Roronoa ambushes the repugnant monster, hooking himself into it's back with his katanas, taunting it rather insolently: "Over here, you disgusting piece of shit!"

After a certain range, Law immediatly ports infront of you, never letting his eyes waver from the threat, being occupied by the pirate hunter this instant. "Sneftu-ya, I need to check on her, be my eyes!" - "Mrew, I got your back, doctor!" The feyline takes in a defensive stance and bravely hisses at the Odogaron who fleetingly looks over to it's former prey. Your Captain kneels down next to you, quickly scanning your weakend frame, furrowing his eyebrows in concetration: "(Y/n)-ya, if you can hear me, you have to stay awake!" Seeing the amount of blood gushing out of your stomach concerns him beyond compare.

In addition, on the outer skin layer, mixed up with other fluids and dirt, seems to be spreading some kind of poison. Calling over to the palico, the doctor asks if the Odogaron is capable of intoxicating it's targets. "Indeed! It's claws contain a deadly poison! Don't tell me she got hit?!" - "Yes! Do you have an antidote with you?" Luckily, the feyline has a small bottle carrying around anytime, but it's not for certain that it's enough for your size.

Hopping over to you, the palico shows you the tiny bottle in it's paw: "Please open wide wolf (Y/n), this will help you." Law helps the cat open your jaw and the liquid flows down your throat. A sour and bitter taste leaves you growling in unpleasance. Giving you a little pat on the snout, Sneftu turns to defend you again. The Captain continues to treat you as fast as he can, just as much as neccessary to get you out of here. Mumbling a small 'Room' he apologizes in worry: "I'll have to close the wound now, it's as clean as I can manage. This will probably hurt." Nodding once in understanding you ready yourself for the upcoming.

The Odogaron is sick of playing games with the swordsman and throws him off his back by slamming itself against a wall, crushing the man brutally. "Zoro-ya!", the doctor calls out as he keeps on treating your wound. The pain is bearable compared to what you experienced when transforming into this furry mess, but it's still enough to make you see stars.

The palico throws dung capsules at the angered beast, but it doesn't seem to affect it. With only you on lock, it charges at you, but gets pierced by giant rock spears shooting from the ground, stabbing through it's shoulder and stomach region, holding it in place. The devastating roar makes the surgeon flinch and he engages a stare off battle with the incapacitated creature: "When I'm done here I swear I'll cut down that ugly visage of yours, hell hound!"

It only enrages the Odogaron even more, hearing that booming voice, acknowledging the threatening tone. Red bolts of strange energy prickle around it's whole demeanor, growing more vacant over it's fangs. Shattering the stone in it's clutches it pounces at you again. Just in time, a flash of blue strikes at it's head, as it gets hurled into the mud. "Over my dead body, you son of a bitch!", yells Roronoa in the distance, for he threw a range attack at the rampaging beast. Shortly after, Law adds with ease: "Takt!", and a bone stalactite falls from high above onto the monster.

Dust and dirt whirls up by the impact and leaves the group without clear vision, knocking the air out of their lungs. Why is the silence so troubling? A rock comes flying from the direction where the Odogaron got crushed and knocks out the swordsman. "Meowster!", Sneftu screams and runs over to him. That thing is still alive? Unbelievable. The Captain focuses on his surroundings, any sound closing in, any movement he preceives, he needs to react faster than that zombie of a monster.

The massive frame comes leaping at the surgeon. With all the strength you have left in you, you shoot up and bite into the exposed throat, digging deeper with each air draft. Your fangs hook into the monster's flesh and the Odogaron squirms and roars in agony, trying so gnash or cut you with it's claws. Crashing you against the depraved ground, it attempts to make you go unconcious, which it almost succeeds to do as you let go of it's throat. This is not yet over. You see red. Not in control anymore, your teeth ram into the Odogaron's jaw and in one powerful tug you rip it off, tearing out parts of it's tongue and membranes. The beast...is finally dead.

Out of breath, you let go of the in blood soaked body part and turn to Law, your knees close to caving in: "Law..."

Slowly you stagger to him and exhale deeply, as the Captain approaches you, setting his adorned hand onto your fluffy cheek. Thick fogs ingulfs you and your giant wolf form dissapears, leaving you half naked, at least covering the mandatory parts. The moonstone's power has finally worn off and only hangs around your neck like any other common necklace. Is the trial over? It's not for certain, but you are relieved you managed to cope with this rather inconvenient situation.

Law immediatly covers you up with his jacket and narrows at you. Checking in on your wounds, they miraculously vanished together with the transformation. Fascinating. Pulling you closer by your shoulders, your Captain seeks your gaze: "What am I going to do with you, woman? That was dumb and reckless of you." - "I know...I'm sorry I-" A slender and warm hand wraps behind your head and presses you against his shoulder, interrupting your apology in a muffle.

You hear his hastened heart beat and his hitching breath, as your ear is close to his chest. It gladdens you how the man slowly begins to calm down, for you finally are safe. "I didn't know you were this concerned about me, Captain.", you muse softly and simper, closing your eyes in delight, of which Law feels your lips curl on his skin. He pushes you off him joltingly, clears his throat while whispering something incohorrently, averting his gaze abashed to the slightest. You swear you heard him cuss out a little uncommon 'bullshit' to your surprise.

"We should check on the pirate hunter...", the doctor states as he turns and walks over to the knocked over swordsman not far in distance. Missing his warmth you hold your crossed hands over your chest and follow him suit. The green-head is quite snuffed out and grins at the both of you, lying like a sea star in the dirt: "Don't worry...I'm fine. Fucking hell, didn't expect that shit to be that strong." - "Mrrp! The most important thing is you survived. All of us mrow!"

Contently you smile at the still uknown to you creature, leaning down to it so you can thank it for it's bravery and kindness. With a confident purr it shakes your hand with it's fluffy paws: "Sneftu the palico, at your service, mrr!" Almost melting by the cuteness of that cat, you scruff between it's ears and huff jestingly, nudging your head into the doctor's direction: "Well, thank you for taking care of my Captain." The whiskers wiggle as the feyline chuckles into it's fist. Law just crosses his arms and snorts at you, shaking his head in disapproval.

#one piece #one piece law #trafalgar one piece #law x female reader #law x fem!reader #x reader #law x y/n #beautiful mind #fanfiction #fanfic fluff #+18 conent #+18 #gore #violence #monster hunter x one piece #monster hunter collab

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m00nryy · 9 months

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Pei Ming is hosting a party after college graduation, he wanted to have one last young and wild memory before they have to fully become adults and work their asses off to survive this crazy world.

All around people are dancing, drinking and having fun, It's the end of their college lifes, the end of living careless, of partying every weekend not caring to go to class with a hangover on monday, so they have to make the most of it.

Next day will be time for them to become adults, responsible adults, provide for themselves, maybe build families, maybe not, but today it's time to party and enjoy life.

In a more quiet corner Pei Ming, Feng Xin, Xie Lian, Hua Cheng, Mu Qing, Ling Wen and Shi Qingxuan are sitting in a circle playing a cards game.

Beer bottles are scattered all around them and they can barely hear each other through the loud music and chatter of others.

Xl "tell your most embarrassing moment- ooh that's kinda hard"

Mq "haha yeah, cuz you have a lot of those, how can one possibly choose the most embarrassing of them"

Hc "yet they can't never be more embarrassing then your existence alone Mq"

Mq growls in annoyance at Hc's smirk smile. Hc has his arms wrapped around Xl's shoulders, with a smug posture and an air of protectiveness surrounding him.

Xl "Sang Lang!"

Hc only gives Xl a inocente smile and doesn't say anything else.

After Xl's answer the game continues in its previous playful atmosphere for a while.

It's now Mq's turn, he draws the card and falls silent immediately after reading it.

Everyone stares at him waiting in anticipation, but he says nothing.

Sq "c'mon, what does it say? Tell us!!"

Mq clears his throat, eyes fixated on the card, he's unsure if this will end well.

After some more minutes he gathered his courage to read the card out loud.

Mq "place an ice cube in your mouth and make out with the player on your left until the ice cube melts"

Pm "ho ho"

Lw "oh my"

The group try to hide their giggles as everyone stare at the person on Mq's left, who seems like he didn't get it yet, he looked back at them confused.

Fx "what're you all staring at me for?"

Pm "are you dumb? YOU'RE the person on his left"

Now he got it.

He looked at Mq who was looking the other way, and back at the group, with a expression on his face no one could quite figure it out.

He was silent for a minute before managing to say anything.

Fx "I'm not doing that"

He looked at Mq again, yet, this time the other was looking at him too.

Mq "you think I wanna make out with your ugly ass? I'm not doing it either!"

Mq cursed to himself, it could only be his damn luck.

Of course the one on his left would be non other then Fx, his sworn "enemy", the most annoying person ever, the man he hated the most.

They were in the same friend group but never got along, always arguing and driving each other mad, if they were in a room together for more than five minutes a fight would for sure occur between them.

The thing is, it was clear to everyone, but themselves, the extreme sexual tension they were suppressing and disguising as hate for each other.

The group was obviously tired of their endless bickering but no one wanted to meddle in business it wasn't theirs, so they just had to watch as Mq's eyes stared lovingly at Fx when the other was distracted in class every day.

Or Fx who would always take charge of the food in the group gatherings so he could make sure there wasn't anything Mq was allergic to.

It was actually funny to the others how they acted like they hated eachother to the bone but were always contradicting themselves, and they weren't even aware off it.

Part of the group was entertained watching Mq and Fx argue over the dare on the card, they didn't notice the mischievous look Pm and Sq exchanged before speaking.

Pm "you guys ratter drink Xl's special drink as punishment then?"

The boys fell silent, fear immediately could be seen in their eyes.

Before the game started the group agreed in a punishment rule in case a player didn't want to do what their card said, the punishment was to drink a cocktail made by Xl, who was known for somehow being able to turn into poison any drink or food he tried to make.

Fx "do you want us to die? That thing will for sure kill us!"

Sq "it was you who decided on the punishment, now you wanna back out? That's not very honourable of you"

Sq was hiding a devilish smile under his hands as he said this.

Pm "what are you scared of? That you might like it?" He teased.

Fx could feel a gaze upon him from his right side, like if anticipating his answer.

After a couple of minutes not saying anything Fx suddenly grabbed an ice cube from the cooler next to him, surprising the others, still hesitant he moved closer to Mq who looked surprised.

Lw "wait"

Mq was so nervous he screamed internaly, everyone turned to look at Lw expecting an explanation for the sudden protest.

Lw "a make out session between you two is not something I wish to have engraved in my mind -she pointed to a closet next to the spot they were in- do it there"

Fx let out a frustrated grunt. "you must be kidding me"

Hc "for once, I agree, I don't wanna see you two getting horny in front of me, shoo shoo, to the closet you go"

Sq "but don't try to cheat, we will be checking afterwards"

Fx "pervs"

Fx said before taking a new ice cube from the cooler and putting into an empty cup, he looked at Mq for a second before grabbing his hand and dragging him towards the closet trying not to mind the giggles of their friends.

Fx shoved Mq inside the closet and closed the door.

Mq grunted "do you wanna die?!"

Fx "let's... just get this over with "

His voice was weirdly shaky, he sounded nervous, what Mq found quite odd.

The closet was not big and the random stuff scattered all around made the space even more limited.

Fx grabbed the ice cube and tossed the cup to the side, his hands shaking a little, he took the cube up to his mouth and moved closer to Mq, his right knee started pressing between Mq's legs the more close he got and a shiver went up his back.

On the other end Mq's heart was going crazy, beating so fast it could bust out of his chest at any moment.

It felt like Fx was taking an eternity to get to him, his body was growing hotter and hotter at every second, Mq had to act, he grabbed Fx's shirt and pulled him closer.

Their lips finally touched.

The kiss started surprisingly slow, it was soft and hesitant, Mq felt his body tremble when his tongue came in touch with the ice on Fx's mouth, a mixture of hot and cold that was kinda confusing to the brain.

But it didn't take long before the kiss started to get fast and aggressive, Fx's hands grabbed Mq's wrists loosening the grip on his shirt and tightening the hold around his waist instead, he wrapped his on arms around the other's neck pulling him even closer.

They looked so desperate, their mouths parting only when their lungs hurt from the lack of oxygen, they were devouring one another like someone who was starved for a decade had just been given food.

It was a messy, cold, wet, desperate kiss, the little ice cube twirling between their tongues, it was weird, weirdly good.

Water was dripping from the corner of their mouths as the cube melted faster than expected, yet, when it melted completely, they didn't stop, on the contrary, things only got more heated.

Fx stoped the kiss and took a hold of Mq's waist sitting him on top of a pile of plastic boxes, he pulled on Mq's hair and licked the bare skin of his neck, he kissed and sucked on the skin making the other let out a loud moan, their already hard members brushed against eachother and Fx let out a moan as well, his hand falling immediately to the zipper of Mq's pants, the other did the same.

At this moment they weren't thinking about they rivalry, there wasn't time to evaluate their actions, the only thing their wanted was to appease that fire burning inside, that fire that had been burning since a long time but was keep at ease by both of them, and now that it was finally fueled they couldn't control it anymore, at least for today, they'll let the fire consume them.

They masturbated eachother while maintaining their mouths glued together, moaning between kisses.

The air inside the closet was hot, the sound of the music was muffled but it was still loud, shouts of people partying could still be heard outside yet it was like they completely forgot everything around them, at that moment there was only Mq and Fx.

They reached climax together, both panting, legs shaking, heads spinning, they looked at each other, how did it end like this? It was just a game, just a stupid card game, and it managed to break the walls they had built.

Years of represed feelings and desire just came crumbling down like a tower of cards because of a game, a stupid card game.

Mq took off his flannel and cleaned their hands with it, tying it around his waist right after, he pulled up his pants and straightened his hair, so did Fx.

After making sure they looked presentable again Mq grabbed Fx's wrist and was about to drag him out but was stoped.

Fx "wait, what are you doing?"

Mq got closer to Fx's ear "I need you inside of me right now or I might go crazy"

Mq didn't see how hard Fx blused nor allowed any time for him to protest, not that he would've, he opened the door and draged Fx out of that damn closet.

They didn't care about the party that was still going on, they didn't remember what they were doing before stepping into that closet and they also didn't care at this point, they didn't looked around nor acknowledged anyone, so naturally they didn't notice their friends gaze following them as they go up the stairs.

Sq "we lost them"

Pm "hahaha they're totally gonna fuck, about damn time"

Lw "fortunately I locked my room before everyone arrived"

Pm "oh shit, did I locked mine?"

At the other side Xl and Hc were making out with each other, not caring about anything else since a long time.

And since they lost two more soldiers the game wasn't fun anymore so they got up and went to enjoy the party with the others.

This night was the perfect end to the history of their college lifes, just like Pm wanted.

And it was probably the perfect beginning of the rest of their lives for some people.

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The end? No

I'm doing a more spicy sequence to this cuz I just couldn't help myself, so expect a part 2 🤭

#originally posted on twitter #modern au #i will take every opportunity to make fengqing “f*ck it out”#heaven official's blessing #tgcf #fengqing #i go to sleep thinking about them and i wake up thinking about them #fengqing drives me crazy #feng xin #mu qing #tian guan ci fu #pei ming #shi qingxuan #ling wen #hua cheng #xie lian #tgcf fanfic #thread fic

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nullio · 1 year

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I haven't seen other ppl say this (but maybe I just haven't looked hard enough)

That Unwanted Animal by The Amazing Devil is a song abt a married couple trying to have not-boring sex right??

Like, obviously all their songs have deep and complex themes/meanings but surface level its a song abt sex right

I will now analyze the lyrics and show how I came to that conclusion

"...And I make sure the bairns are fed

You turn the telly on to drown out your fear

You make the bed up silent on the floor, so no one will hear us

You try so loud to love me..."

Exhibit A I guess, so when I read this the picture I get is a married couple putting their kids to bed [bairns: Scottish / Northern English slang for kid] and the Dad, in an attempt to keep things quiet, sets up sheets on the floor so they can stay quiet while they boogie

The lyric "You turn the telly on to drown out your fear" is especially intriguing because OBVIOUSLY you don't want your kids to hear you fucking, that shit is traumatizing, but the word fear got me there- listening to the whole song I get the feeling that the Dad figure is scared/ashamed of his sexual nature

"You try so loud to love me

I cannot seem to hear"

These lyrics hit home the vibe for me that effort is being put in but the feeling, the spark isn't there

"But beneath all of our panting..."

This one feels obvious, Sex -> Things get steamy -> Panting

"And as you grip me like an animal that you're about to spear"

In this example, my dear reader, the "Spear" is his "Penis"

"And we fall into each other, the scratching grows so loud

Because that unwanted animal wants nothing more than to get out"

According to my sources (my brain and 1 Google result) the phrase "fall into eachother" can mean to fall in love and/or to initiate sex

This is a good time to mention that I consider the actual "Unwanted Animal" in the song is a metaphor for desire/lust/passion etc

The couple (mostly the Mother character) are used to suppressing this extreme desire but the monotony is getting to be too much and the "Animal" (the desire) has grown too strong

"And I scream, "What's the time, Mr. Wolf?"

But you, you're blind, you bleat, you bear your claws"

OKAY OKAY SO APPARENTLY

"Whats The Time, Mr.Wolf" is a popular UK playground game that's similar to "Red Light Green Light" if ur American

Rules are as follows: The players chant "What's the time Mr Wolf" and the wolf replies with a time. The players hop that number of spaces forwards on the hopscotch court. If "Mr Wolf" answers with "It's dinner time" the players try to run back to the beginning of the hopscotch court before they are caught by "Mr Wolf".

So wtf does that mean here?? 🤔 I could b grasping at straws but if we're playing by thr rules of the game, I take it as Mom asking Dad if she has permission to move closer and/or if it's "Dinner Time" a.k.a time to 👏get👏things👏moving

"Oh, and you rip my ribcage open and devour what's truly yours

And our screaming joins in unison, I cry out to the Lord"

Not gonna, this kinda threw a wrench (a spanner, haha) into my whole theory- it sorta draws the line of

"is this a song abt repressed lust and boring sex? or a loveless/abusive marriage finally boiling over???"

Anyway, either 'ripping the ribcage open and devouring' is a metaphor for cunnalingus or a metaphor for an argument

"Well, hello, my hollow Holofernes"

I wink, but you don't get the joke"

Everybody and their mother have tried to figure out what in the sam hell "Hello my hollow Holofernes" joke means and noone has gotten an answer

From context clues like the winking and the fact that it is a joke, I can only assume that she was trying to make a euphemism and it flew over everybody's head

"Be good to me, " I beg of him

"Be good to me, " I beg of him..."

"...And he replies (oh), "No, no, not I"

Again, this lyric here is throwing me off and makes me wonder again, if this is a song abt repressed lust/boring sex OR loveless/abusive marriage

The last thing I can say abt all this is that it seems TAD have a lot of religious imagery in their songs, including this one

(DISCLAIMER: I was not raised religious in the slightest, I'm going off of what I've seen other people say)

from what I've gathered abt religion, specifically Catholicism and Christianity is that there's a lot of shame surrounding sexual desire so, that helps there (and again 🥲 i know next to nothing abt religion so that could all be an entirely false takeaway)

So that was fun, lemme know what u think. Maybe I'm not alone in this theory, maybe I just haven't looked hard enough. XoXo

#she speaks #TAD #the amazing devil #joey batey #madeline hyland #folk #folk music #alt folk #music #music theory #*bites you*#that unwanted animal #the horror and the wild

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Comfortember 2023

Day 1: Safe

Words: 825

Characters: Ochako Uraraka, Izuku Midoriya, minor Katsuki Bakugo, minor Tenya Iida, minor Class 1A

Description: Izuku needs someone to help him when he panics in the mjddle if the night. Ochako is that person.

Ochako couldn't sleep. The final battle was drawing near, and her own anxiety kept her awake. She lay under her covers with her eyes closed, but she just couldn't seem to fall asleep. Finally the girl gave up and got out of bed. She wandered to her bathroom and flicked the light on.

Her hair was messy and she looked tired. Ochako was tired. She turned the faucet on and cupped her hands. The water was cool on her hands and cold on her face. It was somewhat refreshing. The brunette was getting ready to do it again when she heard something. It sounded like a crash in the common area.

Ochako shut the water off and listened. It was quiet again. The noise wasn't just her imagination. She knew that much. She pat her hands dry on her t shirt and paced to her door. The girl opened it to see she wasn't the only one in the hallway.

Ashido stretched as she came out of her room.

"You heard that too." Ochako stated to the sleepy girl in the hall with her.

"Yep. What do you think that's about?" Mina asked as she rubbed her eyes. Ochako shrugged and started heading to the commons. She passed a few others on the way. Jiro and Denki were talking to eachother as they made their way down the stairs. Iida looked concerned. He and Ochako stayed close, and made it to the commons at the same time.

Tokoyami was in the kitchen with Midoriya. Dark shadow and Fumikage stood or floated around their classmate. Izuku was panicking and a couch was across the room. He paced through the sofas sobbing. Iida and Ochako looked at eachother for a moment and tried to decide how exactly to approach him.

"Pink cheeks. You talk to him." Uraraka turned around and faced Bakugo. He told her to go comfort him. Why her? She'd have to ask later. First she had to remove Tokoyami from his station. She slowly approached.

"I'll take him from here."

"That is fortunate. I attempted to get through to him with zero effect." She knew he had tried. It wasn't that he was bad at helping people, but he didn't want to hurt Midoriya.

"Izuku? What's wrong?" Ochako stepped closer to her friend. He paced and looked around. It seemed he didn't hear her. She got a little closer.

"Deku? Are you okay?" This time he looked toward here.

"Uraraka. I-I couldn't sleep and- there was someone outside. They wanted to get in and hurt us." Midoriya spoke quickly, his voice shaking with fear.

"I had to protect us. I had to!" The hero frantically motioned to the couch that had been throw."

"Thank you Deku, but we're safe in here. No one is getting in." She didn't truly believe there was someone outside. It was more that she didn't want him to feel stupid.

"But, they were there! They were there." He insisted and paced faster. He was getting lost in the idea they weren't safe. Ochako came closer until she was only a few steps away from her friend.

"Deku. We're safe. No one's going to get hurt. We're safe."

"But the‐"

"We're safe Izuku. You're safe." Ochako stood in front of him. It was then she had an idea as of to why she had to be the one to reach for him.

She had never feared him. She never stopped once when it came to helping him. During their joint training with class 1B she jumped in to save him, despite the dangerous outburst of black whip. It had been all the clas reached out when he went rouge. Iida may have been the one to secure him, and Bakugo the one who convinced him to stay, but it was Ochako who stood on the top of UA to defend him. She never cared about all the danger and risks and dirt. Ochako Uraraka never even saw it. She only saw Izuku Midoriya.

"What... what if someone is put there?"

"There's no one there Izuku. We're safe."

"But. All for one and Shigaraki-"

"Aren't here. It's okay. Nothing is going to happen." The idea that nothing would happen wasn't exactly true, but nothing more would happen tonight.

It seemed Izuku finally understood everything around him. His face dropped from him hysterics and he finally locked eyes with his classmate. The panic was replaced with pure sorrow and he cried softer. His knees gave, and both Ochako and him fell to the floor. Deku leaned into her shoulder and sobbed. He sobbed for everything he'd lost, everything he'd loose, and for all the worry he caused.

Uravity shifted him to be more comfortable in her lap and let him cry into her shoulder.

"It's alright Deku. Everyone is safe. You're safe." In that moment, Izuku believed it. He believed everyone was safe so long as Ochako Uraraka was there, including himself.

(@comfortember)

#mha ochako #ochaco uraraka #ochako uraraka #bnha #mha #izuku midoriya #class 1a #bnha izuku #deku #uravity #not beta read #comfortember #comfortember 2023

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justanartisticduck · 2 years

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Warning: eyestrain, LONG post (please please tumblr don’t ruin the quality ;u;), implied abuse, death/harm, fire, teeth..? And glitchy effect, please look elsewhere if these make you uncomfy.

HEYA ITS ME AGAIN AND I SPENT ALMOST 5 HOURS STRAIGHT MAKING THIS :DDDDD

SO! This is a little thingy I did based off a song called “Neighborhood #2 (Laika)” by Arcade Fire! Now, earlier I made a post saying how this song really reminded me of my Duck interpretation regarding both their past and future- now this is mostly based off the meaning/references of this song, now I won’t get into too much detail, especially since one of the references is EXTREMELY dark and sad SO I’ll summarize by saying the themes I decided to focus on here! First being the topic of running away from a… not so great life.. And second being a death that was MEANT to happen- (both themes were discovered by the music video and also by some research-) NOW I chose these themes since they.. directly correlate with my Duck (both being that their childhood was.. not great.. and by the fact they LITERALLY DIE IN THE SERIES-) hence why this song reminds me of them so much <3 So yeah! Now i wanted to protray so much but alas i was limited to only a canvas- (some day i will make an animatic of this.. some day <33) BUT i did try representing a few things here!! First off at the top of the canvas we have Malicia, i put here here mostly cuz if the lyrics but also bc she was the first person who influenced Robin’s long line of misfortune. Alongside that we have younger Robin, to go along with Malicia.. Now before you ask their feathers are brown here because this is before they had started dying their feathers green and the reason they had wings was because birds thought it was cool AND they also recently have been thinking about that one legend abt Icarus flying too close to the sun with his wax wings and ended up falling into the ocean because of this- (listen birds has had a LOT on their mind lately leave me alone-) AJYWAYS so they also have some odd red lines surrounding them as you can see- now these are supposed to be spider lilies (which, if you dont know why they are important here, search their meaning) NOW these were supposed to be more detailed but I literally couldn’t make them more detailed for it is late and birds has been drawing this for hours- SO yeah!! Next we see both the feathers which are falling from Robin’s wings and the stem of one of the spider lilies which reside nearby current Robin who now bears their classic green feathers. Now i don’t have much to say here about them in this portion of the thingy BUT i like to think this is them pre June 19th, this also is supposed to correlate slightly with what is below them.. BUT i like to think THIS is them upon realizing Roy is a bad person, this is them upon loosing their friend Daisy (which may or may not have been referenced by the flowers covering their eyes- 👀), this is them upon the time that.. for once in all their time knowing eachother… they and red weren’t on great terms- So, their distrust for Roy continues to the next shot but, instead, here they are not just distrustful of Roy… but also.. they fear him here- Alongside that this is where the stem of the spider lily ends, where their lost feathers transform into teeth which, note, belong to the monster can- (and also notice, it seems as if the teeth are about to bite onto Robin… gee, wonder what thats referencing lol-) and then Roys hands are now surrounding the duck as they look with pure fear.. this is where the canvas ends… and… well… considering the themes and foreshadowing already present- im sure you know what this likely means for them-

Now thats it for the main description as to what birds was thinking upon making this!! NOW uh this all was inspired by the song mentioned previously and yeah!! (Also small thing i wanna mention but i personally like to believe Robins brother, Rodney, is the one singing here, out of greif and anger, but thats just my personal silly thought hehe- >:3) BUT i am so SO happy with how this came out!! There are a few things i messed up BUT I DONT CARE THIS MAKES ME FEEL ACCOMPLISHED AND I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKED THIS!! Seriously i hope yall thought it was as cool as i thought it was :3 Anywho, goodbye and i hope yall liked this!! :DD

(Also side note: not to be annoying but please reblog this- i spent literal hours making this and im really happy with how this came out and i would appreciate it if you could reblog this- you don’t have to BUT i would still appreciate it!!! Ty <333 -sincerely, a tired Duck)

#dhmis #dont hug me im scared #don’t hug me i’m scared #dhmis duck #dhmis robin #My art #tw death #tw long post #tw fire #tw glitch #tw teeth #ask to tag

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mukuberry · 2 years

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regarding Haruka: why don't you believe the brother theory?

Ok so the brother theory I've seen spoken about the most is the "Haruka is jealous of his younger brother and the love he gets, so Haruka kills the things he loves and in the end, the brother himself" so I'm basing this around that, if there's any other form of this theory feel free to bring it up 👍

So at the start of the mv we see Haruka sitting in his childhood home, looking in a mirror, before his perspection of himself starts to flash between himself and his younger self. They look extremely similar, with 4 noticable differences, 1) the younger version is well... younger, probably around 8? 2) He has a brighter colour scheme 3) He looks alot happier 4) He has a light permanently shining on him. The image outside the window changes from a normal looking tree and sky (current Haruka) to the sky we see his memories later on (young Haruka). After his reflection rapidly changes, Haruka falls back in suprise, into what I'm calling the "Ocean of memories" cause it sounds cool as heck.

You could argue that the reason they look similar and the reason he sees his 'brother' in the reflection is because he envies him and wants to be him which- fair enough makes sense. BUT I'm not swayed yet. I think Haruka envies his younger self alot, if we look at his current life he's completely and utterly alone, his mother has abandoned him (as we see later on), he's in a pretty shitty place right now (in his life i am not judging his childhood home im sure its great. He constantly says in his mv that he wants "to be a pitied and loved weakling", something which child him was. Sure, he was still verbally abused and his father still had abandoned him, but his mother was still with him and he was still able to make friends with other children (seen later in mv). All Haruka wants is to not be alone, and child him isn't. Because of this, the younger version of him looks brighter and happier, because current Haruka can't really understand why he wouldn't be, also in many cases, when a child is born into an abusive home, they don't really understand that whats happening is wrong, they repress the abuse, make excuses from it, dissociate from it, so it makes sense that younger Haruka was genuinely happier than current Haruka.

After falling into Memory Ocean, he sees alot of things from his childhood: drawings, his dog and his mother and younger self walking. Younger Haruka looks pretty happy again here :D, and current Haruka, filled with envy, stops the memory to push him down. When younger Haruka falls into the water, current Haruka takes his place, which doesn't make much sense to me if they were different people. Haruka in the Memory Ocean now looks upon his younger self with a young girl of the same age, watching fireworks together and holding hands, before current Haruka reaches out to her and he's seen laughing over her dead body.

It's not really clear why he killed her, however I believe it was to stop her from leaving and forgetting him. As he reaches out to her, he says "I just had to make sure". She's the only person excluding the mother and Haruka in this mv, so I assume he doesn't talk to or interact with people very often, and I'm pretty sure he didn't go to school, I feel like once the firework event was over they wouldn't see eachother again. We're also never shown his father in this mv, however it's mentioned in the interrogation cards that Haruka 'disappointed' him and that Haruka loves him. It's safe to assume that his father left when he was very young, which probably left Haruka with a huge fear of abandonment. As to why it was current Haruka killing her instead of younger Haruka? A mix of 2 things. 1) As said before, children block traumatic memories out and dissociate from them. Before the murder, the girls face was censored, after the murder her entire body and surroundings were. The mv has alot of this- more traumatic things are completely censored out, but everything is overall weird, things are missing or out of place, discoloured or stuck together unnaturally, like Haruka is trying to piece his memories together. The only places that aren't like this are the room he's in at the start and the bed he wakes up in, when he's not in his memories. That's why current Haruka is doing the murder, he can't remember his younger self actually doing it, so he puts current him in place. It also ties back to his envy of his younger self, it's kind of hard to be envious of someone for how happy they are if you see them muder someone while crying, so he just changes the killer from younger him to current him.

Haruka falls through the Ocean of memories again, before finding a memory of younger him with his mother playing with his childhood dog. His dog runs off into the forest, and younger Haruka runs after him. Something interesting is that he's nervously walking through the forest in one scene, then he's out of breath in the next, rubbing sweat of his forehead. He looks down at his hands and sees them covered in blood. If it was his younger brother, why would he be out of breath and why does he have blood on his hands?? I think Haruka himself makes this connection, as when he sees the blood, the younger him suddenly has current Harukas colour scheme, as the bright perception of his younger self starts to break and blend with his perception of himself, and his brain panics and quickly shows current him doing the murder (for reasons I said in last paragraph lol). When he murdered the girl, we didn't see the actual murder take place, just him over her body. We do however, see him murder the dog (beating it to death with a rock, wowza!) This is his brain slowly unlocking more memories, and Haruka himself slowly starting to accept his childhood as being more brutal than he first believes.

After the dog murder, he wakes up in bed again, before we see current Haruka standing in Memory Ocean, the background completely filled with bright coloutful doodles, Haruka himself is coloured completely blue. He's lost sight of who he is and who he wants to be, his idealised younger has started to fall apart completely but he's not quite there yet. He tries to reach for his mother, but unfortunately for him she's abandoned him aswell, leaving him alone. If Haruka's mother loved his younger brother, hence Haruka's envy, why would she have just left him behind aswell? Same with his father, why just leave him instead of taking him with them? Eventually the background completely fades to white, this time not because his memory is broken and repressed, but because we're at the current day. One last time, Haruka falls into his Ocean of memories, and is confronted with the memory he saw at the start, of his mother and younger self walking.

Haruka is desperately trying to piece everything together and understand why his mother and everyone else abandoned him, and he's so close to figuring it out (kind of). He focuses back on the happy face of his younger self, and instead of looking on with envy, he is absolutely distraught. One last time, he reaches out, not slowly like the previous times, but as quickly as he physically can as his emotions all explode. And he goes straight for the throat. He can't handle what he's just realised, but he can't unrealise it. He can't be that 'pitied and loved weakling' not because he is no longer a child, but because he was never loved in the first place. Despite this however, he can never stop his need to be wanted by others, and because of the verbal abuse he's faced his entire life, the conclusion he comes to at the end isn't "the people around me failed me and even though I've done terrible things, I didn't deserve what I've been through" he instead understands "I've always been a terrible person, I was unlovable from the start and always will be". The spotlight that has been stuck to his younger self finally shifts to the current him as he says and truly means "I was wrong. Yes, it was me."

TLDR: Weakness isn't a song about a boy torturing his brother due to jealousy over his mothers love, it's a song about a desperate man stuck in the past, trying to figure out why his life is the way it is, and coming to the wrong conclusion.

Sorry to the anon who asked this probably expecting a few sentences and getting an essay haha, honestly I was expecting like 3 paragraphs but while writing this I got a lil carried away, but atleast I finally have all my Haruka thoughts together ^_^

As always, obviously I could be 100% wrong about this! Milgram is about giving us little information at a time, there's no way we'd get the whole story from one mv and with his second trial video coming out soon who knows what could be revealed! If you made it this far, thanks for reading :) sorry if it's incomprehensible, most of my thoughts are

#milgram #haruka sakurai #sorry to my other anons i swear I'll respond one day ♡#anyway time to cry what a tragic character

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