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blueberry-pride · 1 year

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hi, can i ask for a part two for this with Floyd,Azul,Riddle,Malleus and Ruggie please?

If u accept request rn?

Don't Deny It Babe~ Part 2

warnings: semi-proof read Berry: I didn't think that the previous post would gain a 2nd part so thank you for the chance! as always, enjoy! <3

"W-wait, are you sure?" Riddle would have a brief mental pause. He'd then have that cute pouty expression when he's embarrassed thus furthering your point. *cue his blush*

Riddle would be a bashful and stuttering mess especially if he's present or within earshot of you talking about his 'cute' qualities to others. He has a reputation of being the strict dorm leader after all!

There would be times that you'd find this young gent to be quiet and a lil timid as you continue to ramble on cuz slowly overtime he'd like this approachable view that you see in him.

Eventually, He'd slowly accept your image of him but I'd imagine you would catch him puffing up his chest as he tries to make himself more refined in the mirror. (Why do I lowkey see him getting "manly" advice from Trey and Cater?) Antics aside, he'd get all warm and fuzzy thinking about your comments, putting a very soft smile to his face whenever he thinks about it <3

If there's anyone who doubts your views, He'd simply watch you debate or argue from afar cuz he enjoys seeing you be so passionate even if the topic is about him. If the others laugh or starts making fun of either you or him tho ...just remember, he IS watching *looks to Ace*

"Uh...what?" Ruggie's ears flattened at the comment. "You think I'm CUTE?" he spoke with wide eyes. I feel like this wouldn't be the first time this hyena was called that compliment. Most likely his grandma. Meemaw Bucchi: *pinches his cheeks* awww you look so cute all dressed up in that uniform!

He'd be the type to ask you the why's, when's, and how's or just whatever type of reasoning you've had to decided out of all descriptions, you chose 'cute' for a guy like him. I see him also being the type to check himself out in front of mirror but in a very confused state.

He'd at first don't want ANY of the Savanaclaw guys hear about this. (he might as well be chopped meat if Leona ever got a word of this) So the moment he'd sense that you're about to go in one your tangents about him, he'd start messing with ya like tickling or hell even spinning you around just to whisk the two of you away from curious eyes and ears.

But I supposed overtime, this hyena beastman would be curious enough to try and use his this 'cute' side to soften people up for opportunities. (Outside of campus most likely) Of course he'd first test it out on you and often times you'd let him cuz after all, who couldn't say no to such a face?

But here's the thing, you're definitely not safe from HIM calling you cute and all~ Imagine he'd playfully steal your pen or something after class and as you try to grab for it he'd give a fleeting peck on the cheek. "Oh would you look at that." He chuckled. "Guess we're both the cute ones now eh (Y/N)~?" goodluck

"eh...HEH?" He stammered. He tries a little too hard to regain his composure afterwards but you'd know that your comments shot through to his classy exterior. Now you're left with a blushing and babbling octo-man.

Similar to Ruggie, our boi also has a lot of questions but the key difference is that he deals with them...internally. You, along with the rest of Octavinelle and even Jamil would notice his scrunched up face at random points throughout the day. A million and one questions running through his mind on why you'd think of him like that.

It was already too late for him because he already overheard you talking about this with the leech twins. He might as well evaporate at that point. You know the gif of the dog smiling while the room is on fire and saying 'This is fine'? That's our boi Azul right there

It takes a while for him to open up to the idea. He takes baby steps by also teasing you and showing you his perceived 'cute' side to you in private just to entertain you and see his precious pearl smile.

Overtime, he'd enjoy it and thinks it's also the best thing ever to rub it in people's face as you talk their ear off especially Jamil. "My precious pearl that is (Y/N) lovingly proclaims that I am the cute one, so that is now law."

"Hmm...You mean" Floyd tilt his head to the side. "Koebi-chan thinks I'm...cute?" He mostly says this out loud to confirm it to himself. After a few seconds he smiles gleefully towards you. Get ready for a wild ride (Y/N)!

Every time he thinks about it or you'd say it again. He'd chuckle and spin you around like as if there weren't any other people around. THAT'S how happy he is. His classmates and the rest of his dorm would find it a lil terrifying seeing this man just humming, kicking his feet in glee during class or in the lounge repeating the words "They think I'm cute~ my Koebi-chan thinks I'm cute~"

I could see him sometimes using this as an excuse to skip his shift at the lounge. Poor Azul cutting his lifespan in half every time he heard Floyd utter the words "Because Koebi-chan said so, wouldn't want to ruin a cute face like mine from all the stress. Maybe you should try it sometime Azul~"

You guys probably already see this one coming but he would be the scary shadow looming over you as you explain your side that your boyfriend is in indeed the cute one out of the two of y'all. 'You dare say otherwise to my (Y/N)?'

Threats aside, I know that Floyd genuinely does love it when you call him cute. I also know that he's clever enough that people would find him scary due to his height and his personality so he lowkey gets all soft when it comes to you, acting all bashfully as he hugs with all the adoration he has for you <3

"Could you please repeat what you've just told me?" He'd ask. "You find me...cute, Child of Man?" Genuinely surprised and has the shooketh or cute dumb-founded expression we all know and love.

This dark Fae overall finds it amusing, chuckles to himself from thinking about it from time to time. The memory of you semi-debating to him, that he, one of the most strongest and formiddable mages in Twisted Wonderland, is adorable.

Diasomnia or just the entirety of NRC is often concerned and question about your state of mind but then you'd shoo them off or rather, they 'unexpectedly have a change of heart and mind' and totally not from the dark aura with horns behind you.

He likes watching you debate about it especially if its his family in Diasomnia (looking at you Sebek) He thinks that when you're like this, he finds it sweet and endearing to defend your case about your judgement of him.

As the mischievous Fae that he often is, I see him doing small tests for you, showing off terrifying magical shi like shaking the ground beneath you, skies littered with thunder and lightning or hell surrounding you in a circle of green flames all to see if you still call him cute afterwards. (GG Night Raven College )

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #twstファンアート #twst wonderland #twst headcanons #twst x y/n #twst x reader #twst x mc #riddle rosehearts x reader #ruggie bucci x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #floyd leech x reader #malleus draconia x reader #riddle rosehearts #ruggie bucci #azul ashengrotto #malleus draconia

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tetsutits · 1 year

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ᰔ cw – fem!reader, weddings, ran is such a wife guy its insane, unprotected ptv, mdni (0.9k words)

most people will agree that weddings are events that are pure, sacred, an act that signifies love and devotion to ones lover. and though they aren't wrong -- a part of you thinks otherwise.

fate sealed and deal done, you now are a married woman with a beautiful rock on your finger -- the very best, of course. ran haitani demands only the best for his beloved, he won't settle for any less than perfect.

fitted in a pretty, white, flowy gown, dolled up so that you could almost be mistaken for a princess, you look like the definition of beauty.

what do they say about brides wearing white on weddings again? oh, right, they were to show pureness, virtue, and innocence.

you disagree.

-- because the way your husband is fucking you right now is nowhere near innocent or pure.

"fuck! fuck--! ran, oh, yes-!"

"fucking hell, baby," your husband groans into your ear, lips grazing over the sensitive skin of your jaw, "'driving me insane."

his wandering hands touch and grope all over you, shamelessly squeezing at your tits through the fabric of your wedding dress that's been hiked up over your hips.

"you're, you're being too loud, ran," you gasp, mouth forming a silent 'o' at the way the tip of his cock repeatedly rubs deliciously against that one spongey spot inside you over and over.

what can you say? your husband knows you too well. body and soul.

he laughs breathily, "this pussy's g'nna kill me one day, i swear,"

impatient as he can be, ran could not wait any longer after your vows and ring exchange. he whisked you away with a hand interlocked with yours, pulling you down hallways and rooms to escape family and guests at the wedding -- just too damn impatient and needing to be alone with you.

impatient, and horny.

now bent over a table in some random cramped room, your husband fucks into your tight pussy like he's never going to get a chance to fuck you ever again. he didn't even bother dropping his slacks all the way, just needing to whip his dick out as soon as he could.

with your gown and veil flipped over your hips, the front of his thighs slap against the back of yours, the skin burning pink and red, drowning out the dirty squelches of your sloppy pussy.

"oh, ran! fuck, fuck, keep doing that, right there--!"

pain blooms satisfyingly, and the way his heavy balls slap against your clit every time he thrusts deep into you has you rolling your eyes and throwing your head back.

he groans, way too loud and not thinking of how anyone passing by can hear everything going on inside this room, "yeah? right there? don' need to tell me, baby, i know."

his breath sends shivers down your spine, little tingles lighting up nerve endings and adding to the ever-growing stimulation. his husky voice makes you squeeze uncontrollably around his dick, pulsing and spasming.

"what? you like that?" he teases, voice low as he thrusts up even harder, gripping your hips tighter so he can force them down to his own, "y'like when i'm fucking you like this, hard and fast?"

"yes, yes! so good, so good," you whine.

the fact that anyone could walk in on the two of you anytime pumps adrenaline all through your body, it makes everything ten times more intense than it is. you could drown in the way ran fucks you so good, perfectly even -- and you relish in the way every thrust brings both pain and pleasure.

"ahh, fuck, if you keep squeezin' me like this, you'll make me cum, princess."

your hands scramble behind you for any stability, trying your best to grab him for any support, but his hips thrust too hard, too harsh, you can barely keep yourself up on your toes at this point.

"ran, ran, ran--!" you babble and squeal as soon as you feel two of his fingers slide over your swollen bud, flicking it and rubbing directly over it.

"c'mon, cum all over this fuckin' dick," he groans, pressing wet kisses all over your jaw and neck, licking away the drops of sweat that gather there. "soak my cock."

and, oh, you do.

ran feels you drench him in slick, pussy so wet he thinks he could drown in it. you tighten impossibly around him, and for a slight second he thinks you might push him right out of you.

all this time, he never stops fucking back into you, determined to prolong your high, to hear you whine and cry even more than you are right now.

you'd be one lucky bride if your makeup isn't melting down your face.

"ahh, yeah, shit, shit," he croaks, eyes tight and face screwed up in pleasure.

ran pulls out abruptly as soon as you come down from your high, slipping out of your wet cunt only so he can blow his entire load all over your veil. coating the lacy material in spurts of his hot cum.

"r-ran! what the fuck!" you squeal, face turned to look back at him in shock.

he groans shamelessly, hand working over his dick to make sure every last drop is out, only then does he slump over you with a stupid smile on his face.

"jus' needed to mark my territory." he says, face tucked into your neck. "what?"

you furrow your brows. "what do you mean 'what?' are you serious right now?!"

he doesn't even look sorry. "hell yeah. 'so hot knowing my cum is on my wife's veil."

"you're disgusting."

"i know."

"you're getting me a new one." you demand.

"anything my wife wants, she gets."

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IM SO SORRY FOR THE LAST PART ASJDBAKBD thank you for reading!!1

#idk who wrote this . it wasnt me . askjdksbd pls #ran x reader #ran haitani x reader #ran smut #tokrev x reader #tokyo revengers smut

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unnoticed-poison · 3 months

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Dark! Yandere! Hazbin Hotel X Reader 【 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝟑 】

So I forgot I explained the situation in my other yandere fic but not this one so I'll do it now so everyone will know.

The reason some girls are genderbend is because I can't exactly write yaoi or yuri cause of my religion, the most I could do for them is turn them into males so they can be romantic yanderes, hope you guys understand.

Also because I like to write genderbend as well.

The treatment Valentino gives Angel Dust will be mentioned of course, and not all the girls will be genderbend, it depends on how the story will go.

So anyways enjoy the chapter ❣️

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Things were not going so well for Charles at the meeting.

"And then I went ahead and invited her to my place-"

This 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘳 won't stop babbling about useless stuff and avoiding the topic at hand.

"- I failed to seduce her since she's so oblivious, but I can always try again next time," Adam said nonchalantly, taking a bite out of the rib as he glanced at him. "So what did you do this weekend?"

"Sir." The exterminator standing behind Adam looked less than thrilled while listening to his boss's chattering as well. " There's only a few minutes left for the meeting."

"Really? Oh well, you can start talking then."

Fucking finally.

Charles stood up after clearing his throat, holding up his papers as he started explaining the situation at hand.

"So I'm sure you're well aware of the overpopulation issue we're currently facing, I would like to suggest-"

Adam interrupted him. "OH that's not a problem at all! we're taking care of that just fine, Lute!" He called out as Lute stepped closer to him. "How many demons did you kill this year?"

The exterminator's voice was blunt as he answered. "Got a good 275 sir."

"275!? Badass! Awesome job danger dick." They fist-bumped as he said this, making the demon frown.

They're proud of that..?

"You know those are my people, right..?"

Adam laughed. "Of course! And that's what makes it even better!"

Resisting the urge to roll his eyes, Charles continued. "As I was saying, all our problems will be solved if we rehab those sinners and cleanse all their souls so they can join you guys in heaven and the extermination won't be needed anymore!"

He explained as fast as he could while holding up each paper. " The redeeming process will take place in my hote-"

"That's enough."

Huh?

"But I haven't finished yet-"

"I've heard more than enough, if what you're suggesting is letting those miserable fuckers climb up the ladder then you can forget about it, that's the dumbest idea I've ever heard in my long, loooong life."

"Everyone makes mistakes! They can redeem themselves-"

"They had the chance to do that when they were 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦, now that they've earned damnation, it's no one's fault but their own," Lute spoke in a scornful tone, his eyes narrowed in disgust. "And for your information, angels 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 make mistakes."

Charles narrowed his eyes at him in return. " You really think so."

The man smirked. "I 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 so."

Adam, visibly annoyed, slammed his hands on the table, making them both stop. "Alright that's enough!"

He rose to his feet and made his way over to Charles until they were standing face to face. " Look here pal, hell is forever and there's nothing, and I mean absolutely 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 you can do about it, so I suggest you give up now, and I'll pretend I never heard any of that bullshit."

A sneer of contempt crept over his face as he towered over the boy, he looked too much like his father, just looking at him made him 𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘬.

"You should consider yourself lucky that damned snake gave you a pardon from the extermination or else you and your hellborn kind would've been dead a long time ago."

Charles could feel his blood boil, his face flushed in rage as he scowled at him.

This damned bastard-

Before he had a chance to respond, the angel suddenly stepped back.

"And now that I've got your and the audience's attention, I would like to announce that we've made a determination!" With a triumphant smirk, Adam turned his head to stare directly at where the camera was.

...?

Confused, Charles turned his head to where Adam was looking.

....

Shit!

There was a camera?!!

How come he didn't notice it!

"-To move up the next extermination."

What?!

"Wait a second that's not-!"

"I can't wait a whole year to slaughter those little cunts, I know the day just finished, but we'll be back in six months!" Taking hold of both the drone and Charles's hand, he sent a menacing smile to the camera. " Enjoy those next few months dear sinners! Cause they might be your last."

Once he said that, he roughly threw them out of the room and returned to his seat while bursting into a fit of laughter.

"Wait!" The demon exclaimed, papers scattered around him as he tried to enter the room again. "Hold on a moment!"

"Now where is my favorite angel-" was the last thing he heard Adam say before the door slammed shut in his face.

......

Frustrated beyond words, his face scrunched up in anger as he slammed his fist into the door.

"Fuck!"

This was not how this was supposed to go!

He made things WORSE.

He then heard a voice come from the small drone.

"Looks like Lucifer's brat fucked things up for us all! What a shocker, I'm sure your father will be 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥."

....

He squeezed his eyes shut, letting out a deep sigh as he dropped his head, feeling defeated.

"Excuse me, are those yours?"

Huh?

Charles lifted his head and looked over his shoulder.

Despite the woman being out of uniform and wearing a simple dress, he was certain that she was one of the angels with the wings and halo.

Moreover, the giant hammer in her hand, still dripping with blood, served as a stark reminder of her rank.

Her other hand was holding the papers he drew at the hotel, with a basket hanging from her wrist.

Was that an egg?

Despite being a little disturbed by the sight, he couldn't help but be drawn by her looks.

She's pretty...

"Sir?"

Charles snapped out of it, a flush spread across his cheeks when he realized he'd been staring too long.

With a sheepish nod, he stood up and brushed off his clothes as he went over to you.

"Oh yeah they're mine!"

With a nod, you extended the papers. "Here you go then." You said, handing him the papers, some were stained with blood.

He looked at the stained papers for a moment before taking them off your hand. "Am.. thanks."

"No problem, have a nice day."

With that being said, you walked past him and towards the room he just got kicked out of.

His eyes followed your back for a moment, letting out a heavy sigh and turning around to leave when he suddenly paused in his tracks.

Wait..

𝘚𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦

𝘐 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳

𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭?

Perhaps you're the one that arrogant prick was talking about?

𝘍𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦..𝘴𝘦𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘦...

Maybe it wasn't too late yet!

If he could convince you of his project then maybe...

Perhaps you could help change Adam's mind as well!

Or at the very least move the extermination back to once a year like usual.

"Miss! Please wait!"

Turning back, he quickly headed over to you.

Upon hearing that, you paused and turned back to him with a raised brow. "Do you need anything?"

"I'd like to speak with you about something urgent."

You silently glanced back at the door and then back at the blonde, you had arrived just in time to witness him get thrown out by your boss.

So you had a pretty good guess on why he wanted to discuss with you.

"I'm sorry but my boss's words are final, I have no say in them, so whatever you spoke with him about I can't do anything."

That was mostly a lie, but the blonde didn't need to know that.

"Please! I beg you, it will only take a minute."

Gazing at the sheer desperation on the man's face, you couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for him.

..........

.....

Damnit.

You finally let out a sigh. "Go ahead, I can't promise anything though."

Charles's face lit up with happiness as he gave you a beaming smile.

"Thank you!"

Despite your visible disinterest, the man excitedly explained his entire project to you in detail.

There might be hope to clean up the mess he made after all.

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Hope you guys liked the chapter!

I really need to focus back on my Yandere Animation Studios fic, that thing only has the trailer chap posted 😭

Anyways until next time ❣️

#yandere hazbin hotel x reader #yandere hazbin hotel

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negrowhat · 1 year

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Rain as Payu's Lover

This was requested by @25shadesoffebruary (TYLER I'M SORRY THIS HAS TAKEN SO LONG!)

I am in no way an expert; merely a spectator with thoughts and opinions. Just something to chew on for people with PayuRain headcanons. Just here for your enjoyment, you don't have to agree or disagree.

I've been trying to figure out what type of lover to classify Rain as when really he has the capacity to be any type of lover since he's just being introduced to sex with Payu. He's still in a stage of exploration, and trying new things, and trial and error.

He's definitely starting off as a bratty sub but given that his partner is clearly a Dom it would make sense that he would fall into that role of submission because he knows it's what his P'Payu likes and what P'Payu likes he gets...when Rain says so...

Not to say that Rain doesn't like being a sub, he obviously seems to enjoy being a mouthy yet obedient lover to Payu...but maybe he likes other things too?

Let's talk a bit more about the sub thing; their everyday relationship leans towards a D/s one. Rain constantly talks about being a good and obedient boy and speaks to Payu with the respect that Payu has set as a clear expectation from him. But we've also seen instances where Rain purposefully uses foul language to get a rise out of Payu in the hopes of being taught a lesson in the bedroom.

He seems to enjoy Payu's punishments as much as he enjoys the rewards and the praises. Like that one episode where Rain was texting Payu right before his test and Payu promised him a reward if he passed his exam and then Rain asked him what would happen if he failed and Payu said that he should be prepared for a punishment. The SMILE on Rain's face as this text conversation takes place, he's way into it. He's giddy at the thought of being covered in kisses and drenched in praises or maybe risk the chance of finding out what punishments Payu has cooked up for him...he knows Payu has ways of straightening him out. He's as easy as a coin toss in some moments.

When Rain is feeling like being P'Payu's good boy then I imagine he's extremely submissive; on his best behavior. He speaks to Payu gently and formally and I'm sure he's wallowing in Payu's praises and he loves every second of the pampering. He turns into a pillow princess, perfectly pliable and at his boyfriend's mercy; we see that in their first love scene. I honestly think Rain really, really loves being under Payu, that's why he's always holding onto his neck and pulling him down. I think Rain enjoys how big Payu, he needs those broad shoulders to grip and scratch and keep him anchored.

He'll do and say anything Payu commands with ease if it means Payu will treat him like royalty as a reward. He loves being told, "You're doing so well Rain," and "Look at this cute boy, he's perfect for P'Payu." Especially if it's close to his ears. I'm sure Rain slips in a good, "P'Payu, you're the best for me." Anything to solidify how he was made for Payu and belongs next to him and Rain is a pile of goo in the man's hands every single time.

But what about when he's feeling rebellious and rambunctious and defiant? Sometimes Rain is in the mood to annoy his boyfriend and is more than willing to accept the consequences, eager even. I'm sure he's thrilled to find out how creative Payu gets with his punishments and explore his limits and then pushes them. Does Rainy Boy have a favorite punishment? Being bound? Edging? Spanking? No touching as he's being pleasured until he's babbling? No talking as he's being pleasured until he's crying?

Speaking of talking, Rain seems really talkative too. It's not a reach, the boy is a motor mouth in general. I think he finds that he likes Payu's responses to what he says. He knows exactly what to say to get a reaction from his man. He knows how to push his buttons like a phone operator. "P'Payu you're so deep, I can feel you in my soul." "P'Payu, I'm so full." "P'Payu fuck me" (which is everyone's personal favorite). He's not going to shy away from talking and it's just going to get more vulgar and less playful as they go on until he's not speaking in sentences anymore, just moaning Payu's name over and over...or better yet switching to call him 'Daddy'. Anything to make Payu lose his mind and find it at the same time.

I honestly think that once he gets more and more comfortable with being Payu's lover then he will challenge Payu's dominance more and more. It'll start off with little things like the riding and controlling the pace and holding Payu's hands down. He'll graduate to ordering Payu not to touch him. He'll soon have Payu begging to do things to him.

He could really have Payu on his knees before him if he worked hard enough to take the control. I think if Rain kept that level of respect with the way he speaks to Payu during these times then it could really work in his favor. I think if Rain tried to take control and also spoke improperly it would turn Payu off and Payu would turn everything back around since he's the true Dom in their relationship. But if Rain played his cards right he could very well be the one administering the punishments.

I honestly think that IF Rain truly wanted to, he could get Payu to bottom for him. He could. He really could.

Rain might not fully understand it, but he holds more power and persuasion than he thinks. Like he has some idea, but not enough to really flip the script just yet. The power balance between them really sits on a scale, it could teeter and totter to be in either man's favor. Rain could tip that scale if he truly wanted to put his mind to it.

#payurain #phayurain #love in the air #love in the air the series #bossnoeul #boss chaikamon #noeul nuttarat

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inkedobsidian · 2 years

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~ Is this your card? S.R ~

summary: Spencer and Derek are canvassing bars when Derek convinces Spencer to try and impress the bartender but she has a trick of her own

pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

warnings: none

word count: 1,486

a/n: Based on 4X9 scene! Requests are open! Prompt list is there if you guys want extra ideas!

Master-List - Prompts

Saturday always pulled a big crowd into every bar, and the one Derek and Spencer were sent to canvas was no exception. Music boomed from every corner as people stumbled from the bar to the dance floor. Derek and Spencer took different sides of the bar talking to everyone from staff members to people just there to have a good time. Derek was easily having a better time in the club than Spencer was, Derek had been offered numbers from various women while a few women had asked Spencer if he was the unsub himself. If he hadn't of showed his badge first most women would've just walked past him. After another group of women denied Spencer's fliers and walked away he quickly gave up on talking by himself and walked back to the middle of the club to find Derek.

"So, how's it going?" Derek questioned as if he hasn't just seen another group of girls dismiss Spencer's offer for a flier and walk away.

"Not good. I gave the profile to one woman she asked if I was the unsub. How are you doing?" Spencer hated that he wasn't as smooth with talking to the public as Derek was and he never really understood why he was the one sent out to talk to people.

"Well, I gave out all my fliers," Derek replied. It was always easy for him to talk to the public but then again he didn't have the social-anxiety that Spencer did, especially in situations like a bar where he had to talk to women.

"How many phone numbers did you get?" Spencer joked. Everything they were in a setting like this whether on the job or not Derek was always given numbers by women, Spencer understood why though he was a smooth talker.

"None. I'm working a case here kid," Spencer immediately gave a questioning look, there was no way that he was going to believe that not a single woman offered their numbers to Derek. "Okay, 4 were offered, but I didn't take any of them."

Spencer immediately could not believe that Derek didn't take a single number that was offered, he was always so open about being single and very ready to mingle even on cases. It wounded Derek a little bit that not one single person had properly listened to Spencer, he knew that he could babble sometimes but he was a sweet kid and there was a reason Derek called him 'pretty boy'.

"Alright look, let me school you real quick. What you have to do with these ladies, just take control of the conversation. When you're talking what makes you feel like an expert?" Derek really wanted Spencer to get more confidence in his everyday life so the lessons start now. Spencer looked like he was understanding but really he was just wondering how much Dereks advice would work considering he doesn't look like him. How seriously would a woman listen to someone 'take control' of the conversation if he didn't look like Morgan?

"Uh… statistics." Derek didn't think Spencer would take the question so literally but the look on Spencer's face showed that that was genuinely the answer that first came to his mind.

"No. Trust me. No. Something else." Spencer tended to rattle on whatever statistics came to his mind and while that's helpful in cases it wouldn't grab the attention of everyone woman Spencer tried to talk to.

"Um, well when I do magic," Spencer replies nodding.

"See? See. That's perfect. Chicks dig magic." Derek didn't really know if women liked magic but if it made Spencer more confident then why not it's worth a try. Spencer on the other hand didn't look too sure.

"I'm gonna give you a chance to work it. Come here," Derek said as he pulled Spencer towards the bar where Y/N was working, "Excuse me, sweetheart. Whenever you get a chance."

"Hi, what can I get for you?" Y/N says leaning on the bar. Derek patted Spencer on the back telling him to be the one to talk.

"Hi, we're with the FBI. We're looking for this man does he look at all familiar to you?" Spencer said putting one of the filers in front of Y/N on the bar. Derek stayed around a little trying to gauge Y/N's reaction to Spencer.

"I mean it's not much of a picture," Y/N said looking down at the very basic drawing of a man the could literally be anyone in this bar.

"I know, you know what might help, actually," Derek took this as his queue to leave and let Spencer do his thing, whatever that was, "Is he has a scar on his eye right about there." As Spencer finished his sentence he stabbed a pen through the drawing's eye causing Y/N to look at him with confusion and intrigue.

"We also know that he's taken classes where he's learned how to distract," As Spencer talks he spins the paper and pulls the pen along not ripping the paper, "and charm his victim"

Y/N then lets out a chuckle as she picks up the paper and looks back up at Spencer who's just got the biggest smile on his face. He realized that Derek was actually right and that he actually charmed someone.

"Okay, that was amazing how did you do that?" Y/N loved magic tricks she thought they were the best so it was lucky that Spencer went up to that specific bartender to try his magic trick on.

"That's privileged information I'm afraid," Spencer replies laughing. Derek watches from a distance as they both just seem to be laughing at Spencers trick.

"Okay, so what do I do if I see this guy?" Y/N asks subconsciously leaning closer to Spencer over the bar. Spencer was still in awe that his trick worked at all.

"Oh you should definitely give me- I mean us a call. you should give us a call." He says stumbling over his words. Y/N couldn't think of anything better than giving him a call even though they didn't even know each other's name.

"You didn't give me your number… or your name for that matter." Y/N really didn't want him to leave without giving his number, she just hoped he was going too.

"Oh, it's behind your ear," Spencer said giggling. Just as he said that Y/N reached behind her ear and pulled out a similar card with his name and number on it.

"Doctor huh? Well, it's been lovely to meet you, Doctor." Y/n giggled putting the card in her pocket. "And just in the case you want it, here's mine." With a flick of her wrist, a card appeared in Y/N's hand and Spencer's eyes went wide. She handed it back to him and noticed it was his card. He got a bit sad thinking she's just given his card back to him.

"This is my card?" Spencer questioned.

"Not on the back it's not." Y/N laughed. Spencer turned the card around to see a number scribbled on it and a name 'Y/N'. He had no idea how she'd done it and honestly, he didn't care he was just insanely impressed. He stared at it for a bit longer and Y/N pulled the card she was given back out showing that she still had the original card he gave her and his number.

"How did you manage that?" Spencer was so starstruck that he'd completely forgotten the case and the fact that Derek was stood watching from a distance.

"That's privileged information, Doctor," Y/N smirked as she replied and was glad that for once she didn't stumble over her words while trying to flirt. Spencer was still taken aback by everything that as he waved to walk away he could only stumble out a simple goodbye. Y/N waved too and just stared down at the card. As they walked away Derek slapped Spencer on the back oozing proud big brother energy.

"Now that's what I'm talking about!" Derek kept laughing and Spencer couldn't help but laugh too.

"She gave me her number… On my card. Not even the one I gave her." Spencer chuckled. Derek didn't hear what they talked about so he completely missed that, it ended up shocking Derek as much as it did Spencer.

"You got out magic-ed?" Derek started laughing even more. He almost completely missed the fact that Spencer just said that she gave him her number.

In reality, Spencer couldn't stop thinking about how she did it. She'd never admit it but in reality earlier in the night Y/N had walked past Spencer and he dropped one of his cards, she tried to give it back but he'd disappeared before she got a chance so she kept it just in case. The number on the back was in case he was cute, Y/N was so glad she did after officially meeting Spencer.

#criminal minds #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x fanfiction #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid

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seongsanglover · 1 year

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✮ateez reacting to you wanting them as your plus one ✮includes: hongjoong, seonghwa, yunho, yeosang, san, mingi, wooyoung, jongho, gn!reader ✮genre: fluff ✮warnings:N/A ✮word count:TBC ✮note: i'm very very nervous for this,,, this is something that came into my mind recently, in no small part thanks to my crush saying that she's been invited to parties/had a party, but yeh i felt like this idea would be a good one to start with :)

Seonghwa

I think Seonghwa would be very surprised by this request, especially if it's from out of nowhere. He's used to spending quiet nights by himself building up his lego sets in peace, so when you come to him with the idea of bringing him along with you to a large party, I feel like he might hesitate at first. However, he does agree to come with you, and it ends up being a party that neither of you forget, enjoying it all so much that you forget that Hwa even hesitated. You’re always seen with one another, laughing, smiling and joking around, and you can see how much Seonghwa is loving it. When he brings you back to your place later in the night/early in the morning, he thanks you for even considering taking him along and tells you that it was one of the best experiences he’s had. After a very very long hug he waves you goodbye, smiling to himself as he’s walking away.

Hongjoong

Hongjoong would be very chaotic i feel, always dragging you around to different parts of the party to try and get you to join in activities. he wants you to enjoy yourself as much as possible and will do what he can to get you laughing.

Yunho

Yunho is such a golden retriever boy oml, radiating good vibes as soon as he steps in to the room, lifting any sorrow.

Yeosang

Yeosang i feel would be the most shocked and he'd probably be shy throughout the night (if he agrees to join you), always giving out his small smiles to people that come to talk to the both of you. after a bit of time at the party is when his full personality comes through, being amused by little things and generally enjoying himself. he'll stay as close as possible to you but if you are doing something he'll look at you fondly, asking how it was when you walk back to him.

San

San would absolutely eat up the chance of being able to go somewhere with you! he wouldn't hesitate to want to go and loves that you asked him. i feel like he'd be very good at making sure that nothing bad happens to you throughout the night and makes sure to check in on how you feel. of course he wants you to enjoy yourself first and foremost, you did invite him to come with you after all.

Mingi

Mingi i feel is the least likely to want to go (99% due to his anxiety:( ), however i feel like he'd make the most of it if he were to go. he wants to make the most out of being out, especially if it's with you. he'll stick close, only really talking to others if you're there. he may need to walk out to take time to himself, you ofc go to check if he's ok and stay with him for as long as is needed.

Wooyoung

Youngie would adore this opportunity, he would jokingly say that he'll be the best baby girl he can be and by the end of the night actually act like one ,not like he already does w/o drinks. he's someone that would share funny stories of you and more than likely babble on about how great you are.

Jongho

Jongho is another one that would love this, but especially if he gets a chance to sing, be it karaoke or following along to a song, you'd probably have so many people asking if he's your partner and how he's so talented.

pls tell me how you think this went,, im not much of a writer and decided to try something out

im also aware that this isn't as detailed in some places, i just wanted a way to get some ideas out but couldn't really think for some :(

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tarisilmarwen · 9 months

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I see a lot of people say that Ezra and Sabine are sibling like because Sabine doesn’t like him and Ezra got over his crush in the second season.

What proof is there in the 3rd and 4th season that that is not true?

Honey if you want definitive canon proof of narrative intention you are on the wrooooooong ship.

The truth of the matter is that reading Ezra and Sabine as romantic is an interpretation. It's one that I think personally has a lot of merit behind it, but unless and until I hear from the writers a definitive, "Yes we were actually definitely heading that direction for them." then everything is guesswork and theory and fanon and we can't make any absolute statements.

What people are doing when they say those things is essentially demanding that you stop shipping it because it isn't canon. Rather than trying to find "proof" to prove those people "wrong" (which trust me has led to way more drama in way more ship wars than I can count) just don't let it bother you and ship the ship anyway, because since when has canon status ever stopped anyone from shipping anything?

Kalluzeb isn't even canon (canon as in the text itself clearly portrays romantic feelings between them, discounting any outside commentary) and that doesn't stop the shippers one bit. Why the heck should it stop us on the Sabezra train?

Now, all that being said, I will put forth a couple arguments as to why I think romantic!Sabezra was something that may have been intended by the show.

1: The constant paralleling of Ezra-Sabine to Kanan-Hera.

This started Season One and it was constant throughout the show. Kanan gets jealous and annoyed at Lando for flattering Hera, Ezra gets jealous and annoyed at Lando for flattering Sabine. Kanan babbles nervously around Hera's father, Ezra babbles nervously around Sabine's brother (AND her father, later, too). Ezra and Sabine's first conversation in "A Fool's Hope" is almost a shot for shot recreation of the Kanan/Hera scene at the beginning of "Kindred". Ezra and Sabine's dynamic even, starting in Season Three and extremely prominent in Season Four, takes on a lot of the playful teasing bantering and quipping that defined Kanan/Hera from the beginning promo shorts (see "The Machine in the Ghost" for an example, then compare the Sabezra banter in "Flight of the Defender").

Why invite comparison to the primary main objectively romantic canon couple on the show if not to have the audience draw comparison?

2: The canyon chase sequence in "Imperial Supercommandos".

I maintain that much of the staging and posing in that setpiece was at the very least... questionable, if we were meant to view the two as purely and completely platonic.

3: "Are you with Sabine?" "Yeah I'm with her! I mean--not with her with her, I'm just friends... with her."

There was literally no reason why they needed a She Is Not My Girlfriend moment if they had dropped all intention of showing Ezra having a crush on her. XD

There was no reason for Ezra to assume Alrich was asking about that, and if he truly had gotten over his feelings he wouldn't see an unprompted! need to clarify their relationship.

Including that moment does the opposite of discouraging Sabezra interpretations.

I know this isn't the concrete answer you wanted but as I said, it's not a concrete situation. Sabezra is still, at this point, fanon. It's got a LOT of material to support a romantic interpretation regardless, and I'm definitely liking our chances to go canon in the Ahsoka show but I'm not going to be obnoxious "Those fans are WRONG!" about people seeing them as solely platonic in Rebels. And I would definitely encourage the rest of the shipper base to do the same, because as a Fandom Old I can tell you that no one likes overdefensive shippers.

For the most part I am very happy and proud that we've not been shoving our ship into non-shippers' faces and demanding they take the same interpretation.

I would kindly like the same courtesy to be extended to us.

#askbox #we literally just wanna vibe here yo #sabezra #star wars #star wars rebels #ahsoka show #fandom wank #i'm just not gonna be one of those people who insists my ship is canon i have been in too many ship war hells

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shriekthemighty · 7 months

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Predictions/theories for The Magnus Protocol:

Alex will probably be playing Martin, but Jonny will probably not be playing Jon, at least not as we knew him. It was outright stated that without the Eye's influence, there might be little of Jon left, and when he took over as Pupil of the Eye he was clearly struggling to retain his personhood, so I can see Martin pulling some Last Centurion shit over the babbling body that used to be his boyfriend. Maybe we get Jon back, maybe Martin will be forced to let him go to save the world, but I doubt it will be just Martin and Jon right from the start.

The most obvious answer to the other redacted name would be Jonah Magnus, but I feel like that's too obvious? It's definitely got to be someone we know, but since this is an alternate universe, the options are huge. I'm not sure how it would work with the timeline, but I think Raymond Fielding is a good possibility. If something happened so Agnes didn't kill him, a major Web avatar being on the board just makes sense. (I might double check the timeline on this and come back to it, but that's my thought for now. It honestly could be anyone. I saw someone half jokingly say Leitner, which would be HILARIOUS, but unlikely.)

I really hope I'm wrong, but I doubt Bonzo/Bonzoland will have as much plot significance as the ARG made it seem. I think that was just a fun spooky thing for people to discover.

I think Gwendolyn Bouchard is probably a cousin of Elias, and I also think she's probably not a bad guy? That feels too obvious, plus, we don't actually have any reason to think the Bouchards are like the Lukas family or anything. The only one of them who might have had a tie to the Eye before Elias joined the Institute is his father. I think she's probably trying to figure out what happened to Elias, or maybe she even knows and is trying to stop it from happening to anyone else. I think she'll be an ally to the main characters, and a way to get to know more of the real Elias.

This is more of something I think would be interesting than something I think there's a strong chance of, but assuming we're correct about the spreadsheet with the children's names on it being from the Institute, and assuming 'Gerard Kaey' from the spreadsheet is Gerard Keay from TMA, I think it would be deliciously tragic if Gerry was taken from Mary (or she died, or was otherwise not the person raising him) and he was raised by Eric instead. We know he worked for the Institute, and honestly, the idea that Gerry got to be raised by the parent fandom has widely agreed was better, only to have a life that is just as bad or worse, really intrigues me.

#the magnus protocol

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chiffiorra · 2 years

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Kinktober Day #10

Name: Breeding

Character: Keigo "Hawks" Takami

WC: 732

Synopsis: Going through a rut is always difficult to handle, but that's why you're here to help your friend.

This fic contains: AFAB!reader, unprotected sex, possible heat/rut inaccuracy, breeding, pregnancy and future kids briefly mentioned, friends to lovers (?), MDNI

Note: surprise! rare occasion i can upload a little early due to a day off (though i was still a little busy)! ngl, i'm personally not into hawks but i couldn't say no to a request like this huehue. it's funny that birds technically don't have heats but yet here we are lol

This was something that you should've seen coming a long time ago.

It made sense due to his quirk, and it wasn't uncommon for someone with a mutant quirk to act like the animal they were based off of. Your friend Keigo was no exception to this, acting like a bird sometimes thanks to his quirk.

What you didn't know was that some people, if not everyone with a mutant quirk can experience heats or ruts as well.

And unfortunately Keigo was one of them.

You thought back to how you two got into the situation you were in now… it started back at around noon when you invited your feathered friend to come over to your apartment as it was a rare occasion where he had a day off and decided it would be fun to spend some time with him.

Something seemed off about him immediately when he stepped foot into your place, his aura seemed off from the start; like he was nervous about something. He also seemed a little agitated and even backed away a bit when you tried greeting him with a hug as you always did.

As for his face, he seemed a little flushed. You asked him if he was sick and offered to cut your hang out short so he could rest up. But yet he refused for some reason, "Nah, it's all good. I'll be okay." He reassured.

He was definitely not okay to say the least, and this made you start prying him for an honest answer before he finally told you: he was going through heat and seemed embarrassed to tell you. Definitely the last thing you expected when he told you what the problem was.

When you said that you would help him out, you mainly meant it as a joke but that sure didn't stop him from jumping on you, and you sure didn't stop him at all.

Now you lay on your bed naked while he thrusted slowly between your folds, up to your aching clit. He already made you cum this way once and you were starting to get desperate for him to fill you.

"So good for me… gonna let me breed you, huh?" He whispered. "Fill you up?"

"Yes," you could only mutter back, too engrossed by the sight of his length. In no time at all, he began filling you up; making you gasp as it was all so sudden. His heat must be controlling him at this rate as he was raring to go.

"Thank you, thank you for helping me through this," it almost sounded like he was ready to sob. You began to wonder just how long he was suffering from this before you agreed to help him (albeit as a joke).

You couldn't even utter a "you're welcome" before he immediately began pistoning into your cunt, not even giving you a chance to adjust to the stretch. Everything was too much already, but how could you stop him?

"Slow down!" You cried out, but it was in vain as it seemed that he was already too far gone from his heat, all knew was one word: breed.

Nevertheless, despite being too much at first, it was soon replaced with pleasure and you couldn't help but bring his face closer to yours so you could kiss him deeply. He reciprocated as he continued fucking you deeper, until you could feel his tip kiss your cervix. His fingers reached to play with your clit, which made you let out a loud moan and you continued to do so. If any neighbors decided to complain, you couldn't care less right now.

"Can't wait to- fuck cum in you- watch you swell with our baby-" he began babbling nonsense.

It was a good thing you were on the pill; whether he was serious or not, it didn't matter because he was going through his heat and wasn't serious with what he was saying. But a life with him and mini-Hawks running around wouldn't be so bad, right? You certainly wouldn't mind that type of life.

Yes, that would be okay.

And as you both release with him filling up your womb, you heave a sigh of relief and feel him lay on top of you. But then you feel him slowly thrust into you again, much to your surprise.

"I'm not done yet, babe."

#kinktober 2022 #kinktober #my hero academia #my hero academia x reader #hawks #hawks x reader

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kyouka-supremacy · 1 year

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One of the reasons I love sskk is that you get the best of both worlds. One day I will analyse the way they are both mirrored versions of each other and the same and the next day I will clown them to hell and back because both are dumbasses (affectionate)

(Sorry if I'm sending you too many asks. I don't have anyone in my life that has read BSD, so this gives me a chance to talk about it [and my sons]. Love your blog ^-^)

THAT IS SO TRUE. They are a full 360° ship where you just can't go wrong. They'll be unpacking their deepest fears and bringing out the darkest sides of their minds and hitting and hitting and hitting because they hate themselves so much that they can't help but wanting the person that is most similar to them dead and then right after they'd be like “this riding experience is terrible” and “want to get some tea or something” and “you don't shop normally in normal places!” and whatever delightful thing their inexperienced attempts at plotting in chapter 85 was. They're profound and silly at the same time and it's so amusing and it basically forces you to want to pinch and pull at them untill you've seen all the forms their interactions can take.

Random babbling incoming but like. Their apparent stupidity and simplicity is exactly as important as the narrative symbolism and depth of their connection, because that's what makes them human, and relatable. We CAN'T all be supergenius, and sskk are so so ///so/// flawed, and it's so beautiful in its own way!!! Because humans are flawed, and it makes them feel all the more realistic and easy to sympathize with. And - crazy enough, listen to me carefully here - this duality of depth and simplicity is itself yet another side to the way the two mirror each other. Where Atsushi is always dwelling on his past and overthinking his actions, Akutagawa holds a way more simple, straightforward mindset: he's the “what a foolish question” and he's the “I don't need words, only actions”. I think they really work perfectly together, because Akutagawa often comes as someone who can help ground Atsushi from the ghosts that surround him, make him understand that the past is gone and what matters is here and now (see chapter 35 “The words of your past are fundamentally unrelated to who you are now”). Relating such concept, it's now been more than a month but I haven't been able to stop thinking about this reply from a fic author- quoting it directly because I wouldn't be able to explain it any better. (Please, make sure to read their works if you have the chance, they're incredible)

one of my favorite parts of bsd is how it addresses that 1. your emotional realities are valid and should be lived out and 2. sometimes mental blocks are solved not by indulging in them but by a reality check. sometimes when a person says “it feels like i’m drowning in my emotions”, “learn to swim” is a correct response. it’s silly and funny, but it’s also true. akutagawa engages with a lot of atsushi’s emotional realities by directly telling him: you have to move on. not in a “get over it” dismissive way, but in a “that’s just what you have to do” way. it’s a reminder that things are not hopeless, and they could never be, and indulging such a notion is mighty silly.

That's exactly it. I've particularly been reflecting over the “learn to swim” figure because it's. so silly and at the same time so serious and important in the way it perfectly‚ flawlessly exemplifies this aspect of the sskk relationship and in what Atsushi and Akutagawa are so different. The way they can actually, realistically help each other overcome their insecurity and fears, the way they unintentionally yet perfectly push each other to be better people every day makes me insane.

#There's not such thing as sending too many asks! Apologies if I take time to answer though ////#atsushi nakajima #ryūnosuke akutagawa #sskk #shin soukoku #bsd #bungou stray dogs #people asks me stuff

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valenishere · 16 days

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Prologue

[And so, here comes the boy >:3 this was the story I was talking about in an earlier post, figured it's time I put this down somewhere. Do note, I'm no professional writer so consider this just another part of the chaotic babbling in here]

A Continuation

Inside a castle overlooking a flourishing city, the youngest Prince of the kingdom sighs lightly, smiling in satisfaction as he looks down at the bustling city.

Colorful decorations hangs from house to house, bright merchant stalls are advertising their products from both sides of the streets of the square, and throves of people are out and about, happily enjoying the bright sun and cool breeze with joyous songs and music.

It's so hard to believe that just a few decades ago, this world was just about ready to collapse, born from the fires of generations upon generations of mistakes and was about to get its just givings. But now, it's thriving like it has never before. Just like the old days, before any kind of Revolution, in the safe and peaceful times. And all of it is thanks to one person only.

"There you are!"

The Prince jumps, whipping around at the voice. There, standing directly behind him, in all his elegant and dashing glory, the reason why the world have not fallen over in its face and died yet. The oldest member of the Great Seven, the white-haired maintainer of peace of all the lands, the selfish and caring individual that risked his very soul to save the world, Acedia Whi—

"Quit running off on your own stupid brat! We're on a schedule here you damn beyblade!" The highly praised person slaps the daydreaming Princes' head, snapping him back to reality.

"Ow! Sorry!" he yelps, rubbing his aching head, "Wait, beyblade?"

"Well, you flail your arms around like a beyblade when you attack, it just fits." The tall man shrugs nonchalantly, brushing past the Prince. "Now come on, hurry up!"

"A-Alright alright!" The Prince sputters, jogging up to match the long strides of the man. "And like I've said, I'm not flailing around! I'm—"

"Yes, yes, you're integrating the arts of Feng Shui Jutsu or whatever, yada yada yada," the man flippantly waves him off. "To be honest, I see no difference."

The Prince can feel a vein in his head throb at the man's blatant dismissal of his technique, wanting to lecture him (again) about the Celestial Arts, but he just sighs, deciding not to since he knows it'll just be a waste of breath (again). He unconsciously pouts. 'I mean, I get it. Techniques are just a joke to you with how over-powered you are but can you at least not mock it?'

The man in front of him shakes his head in mock dismay, "Really, with how you fight like a flopping fish, I worry for the future of this Kingdom. Especially if you make dumb decisions like seeking out a dead myth you heard from a senile on the streets."

The Prince breath hitches, not only because he actually felt a pang of pain from his idols words, but also in incredelousness. "Hah! With all due respect, if it weren't for that dumb decision, there'll be no more world for you to fix. And yes I get it, I can be very naïve at times but if it means giving my Kingdom and my people a chance to save themselves and stand up on its feet once more, I'll do it again. Whatever it takes."

The man stops, making the Prince stop as well. The still pretty offended Prince glares at the back of the quiet man, his nose slightly flaring.

After a few minutes, the man finally spoke, "Oho? Whatever it takes... you say?"

The Princes' gaze hardened in resolution, "Even if I'm going to be the most bastardly bastard Prince, exiled from the throne. I'll never let this Kingdom fall from grace. Not ever again. And if I have to be the one to bring back the Lost Realms, I will."

Sharp blue eyes snap over to the Prince, making him tense up. The temperature drops rapidly in the hall as they lock eyes and a chill runs up the Princes' back. But he stands fast, defiantly looking back at the very embodiment of Death in the whole world.

After a few seconds of one of the most bone chilling stare down in his life, the man sighs through his nose, closing his eyes.

"... Is that so." The air returns to normal and the Prince lets out a breath he unconsciously held in.

The man pivots around, striding up to a startled Prince. He grabs his collar, fixing it up. He brushes the Princes' shoulders, patting his shoulders firmly after. The man gives him a once over, nods then turns around again, walking away from the dumbfounded Prince.

The Prince blinks in confusion. 'Huh? HUH?'

When the Prince stayed rooted in his place, the man calls over his shoulder without turning back.

"Hurry up then stupid Prince!" He smirks at the wide-eyed Prince, "The coronation won't start unless the bastard Crown Prince is not there after all."

That snaps the Crown Prince out of his stupor, feeling his face heat up as he hurries after him.

"What was all that for-!?!!"

"You didn't get it? Man, you're stupider than I thought."

"HUH?!?!"

>>>>>>>>>

The man that the young Prince or the "bastard" Crown Prince was talking to and was speaking highly of (not that he knows it), is Acedia (Ah-se-de-yah) White, and he prefers to stay away from overly populated areas when he can.

So, now that the coronation is over and the fore messages and interaction are done with, he have strayed out into one of the many balconies of the castle to be alone.

With wine in one hand and his memories on the other, the show of the twinkling stars is all he need to keep himself entertained for the night. Although the bright shining moon may be obstructing that a little bit.

"So this is where you've been."

Glancing over his shoulder, he grins at the new arrival at his little hide-away. He exaggeratedly waves a hand out in a welcoming motion.

"Well, well! If it isn't Mr. "The most bastardly bastard Prince"! To what do I owe this honour?" The newly crowned King groans, settling beside the grinning man.

"Please drop that already... It's embarrassing..." Acedia laughs lightly, the wind seemingly whistling along in tune of his laughter.

"Oh come on~! Loosen up a little!" Acedia puts his chin on his hand as he leans at the railings, flashing the King a lazy grin. "It's just me~"

""It'S jUSt mE~" yeah right. You're one of the oldest of the Great Seven. Practically a living legend. You're not someone I can just consider as just someone."

The man shrugs looking back up to the sky, "Meh, suit yourself."

They fell into a comfortable silence with a few small talks, the soft noise of the music and the talking guests in the party providing ample amounts of background noise. Acedia stares up to the sky, his face devoid of emotion but his eyes fogged with nostalgia, looking at something far off into the void of the sky.

"Now don't go trying to go back on your word now that you've become King. It'll be a problem if I have to clean up after your mess again after all." Acedia says out of the blue, making the King blink.

The newly crowned King huffs lightly, feeling some kind of odd déjà vu at the conversation.

"I'm not that shallow as to make empty promises." He faces the man with absolute determination, which he hopes shows in his face, "I'll keep this peace even if it kills me."

The white-haired man stares at him for a moment before letting out a small laugh, "Pft-- you look like you're about to shit."

"Oh come on! I'm trying to be serious here!!"

And that ruins the mood as the King's face quickly drops into an exasperated one, making the man laugh harder.

"Fahahahahaha! It just doesn't suit you!"

As the King grumbles about wanting to at least be cool to match his current status, the white-haired man mellows down, closing his eyes with a relaxed smile.

"Well, even if you don't say it, it's to be expected no? You're stubborn enough to not die to me, so this'll be an easier feat than that. You'll do splendidly I'm sure."

The King huffs with a smile, his chest feeling light with the mans praise. He don't usually give out compliments, but when he does, he knows its a very genuine one even if it doesn't sound like it. So when he receives it every once in a while, he can't help but puff out his chest a little.

"You've come this far Goldie." The man pats the Kings shoulder as he turns and starts to head back inside. "Don't you dare fall short anytime soon, got that brat?"

"Hmph. Trust me, I won't." He was left alone in the balcony as the man goes back inside. The King looks up to the moonlit sky, his eyes steeled in determination as he looks to a future where he'll ensure everyone in his rule, of any race, until the end of his time and even longer than that, will no longer suffer anymore. Not anymore.

"I'll make sure of it."

0===|>>>>>>>

"I'm home~..."

Acedia calls out as he opens the doors to his home, not really expecing a response since, well... he lives alone.

He sighs as he unbuttons his coat, the lights flickering on on their own upon his arrival and illuminating the whole residence despite his lonesome. Throwing his coat on a hanger hapharzardly, he trudges up to his room, pushing the door open sluggishly.

He sighs again as he goes and slumps down on a chair, exhausted from the days interaction. With lidded eyes, he languidly sweeps his eyes around the room.

The room seems way too big now every time he looks at it. Like... wayyyy too big. For one person at least.

What's supposed to be a bed is just a mountains of pillows with layers upon layers of duvets so thick that someone can probably sink into it and suffocate at some point. A small office corner, a lounge side, a mini kitchen, a closet and a bathroom. And everything is furnished to accommodate at least two people, the other being himself.

He doesn't really dislike it or anything, it's just... The other person that he used to share this room with was... well, he used to share this room with them before. Before this world even started to fall into shit, he shared this room with that person before.

Well, he can move into a smaller room in the manor, but it'll feel just as empty. If not, even more so. At least here, he'll feel a lot warmer. Physically and emotionally. He leans back, absentmindedly putting his hand on his chest, tracing the small cold round metal above his heart, bringing forth a couple of memories.

One in particular, the way he was often scolded.

"What are you doing? If you want to lie down, at least take off your shoes! And change your clothes! Actually take a bath too... Ugh, go! Get some clothes, and I'll run you some hot water and some tea so just go wash off will you? Please?"

His eyes soften at the memories despite it being nagging, staring up at the ceiling. 'Well... I suppose a hot bath won't hurt...'

He gets up from his chair to prepare one but something suddenly shifts in the shadows in the corner of his eyes.

"Hn?" He walks to the window, noting that the shadows casted by the trees is seemingly darker. He squints his eyes, trying to make out the suddenly darkened path.

Emerging from the darkness of the trees like a being manifested out of shadows, a black carriage trots down the path towards the manor, a haunting cacophony of creaking wood and hooves accompanying it. Green lit lanterns hung from the carriages sides, swinging with every jostle on the uneven path. The two black horses pulling it seem to be ethereal, flickering between majestic, muscular steeds to black-coloured skeletons with every shift of the light.

His eyes narrows, '... No passenger or coach whatsoever and that thing have little to no presence at all. Even the horse doesn't have any. And the little it have... I don't like it. Empty... but dense.... And cold... and familiar.'

He knows this feeling. He knows it very well. The slight twinge he feels in his chest proves just how familiar he is to it. And just who it is that it reminds him of. And he doesn't know why but just seeing this old delapitated termite-filled piece of garbage that crawled out of some shitstained fuck hole TRY and emenate that presence is making him-- angry. Quite frankly, it has pissed him off.

Instead of just ignoring it and taking his bath, he storms out of his room. Throwing open the doors, his eyes shines in barely contained rage as it lands on the approaching carriage. 'The bath can wait. Imma erase this sunavabitch first.'

See? He's mad mad.

The carriage stops in front of him, and as he stood there waiting for it to do something, mana gathering enough to distort the air around him, hands twitching, itching to just obliterate the carriage right then and there.

The locked door turns and clicks, unlocking itself on its own. It slowly creaks open, and his gaze hardens as he readies to blow the whole carriage away. 'A single sign of hostility and you're gone...'

It swings opens and inside is... nothing.

There's nothing.

"Ah..."

He falters at the sight. Instead of empty seats, it's just completely black, no light permeating the darkness inside, despite the lamps hanging just by its door. It reminds him of the impenetrable darkness he once saw being used. By that person, no less. And this cursed looking termite shitted oversized splinter dares to show it to him... like THIS?

How utterly detestable.

His teeth grinds together with a loud clack and veins pops on his forehead in his anger. "Disappear."

He swings his hand at it, and it implodes, carriage and horses and all. He watches with keen eyes as it explodes further to smithereens, the tiniest splinter of wood and drops of blood splitting and splitting out of existence. Then his sight turns to black.

#chaotic blabbing #spreadingchaos #twst #twst wonderland #twst original character #twst oc #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #a new story unfolds in the clasps of chaos #will it ever get a continuation? who knows #:3 hehe #AcediaWhite #MAH BOII #Unlikely Parallel #its almost 1 in the morning again jfc

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sonnygirl99 · 1 month

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One shot - worthy of a man ( hytham ×female eivor)

📍hi there, a note before you start :

English is not my first language & this was written for fun. SOOOOOoo, I'd appreciate ignoring any mistakes.

"Am I not worthy of being a man?"

Hytham confronts all of sudden, eyes as sharp as a hidden blade.

" Huh? By Odin's beard hytham, Who would say such things?.."

Eivor replies in her usual smooth voice, not understanding what the man meant

A moment of silence passes between the two, the hidden one's bureau was quiet in the early morning hours, so quiet that one was able to hear the birds tweeting's peacefully outside .

A Lott of warriors babbled with laughter while heading to the river's shore, a scent of fresh baked bread spread in the air, announcing the start of a new day for the raven clan .

Eivor here had just returned from lundon last night full of valuable resources about the order of ancients, so technically when she awoke this morning, first thing she had in mind was to visit hytham. she knew this was supposed to be his own mission yet depending on his condition, he couldn't have gone to lundon.

Before the day eivor departed , she saw the sorrow gleaming in his eyes as if he was a lad being told that he wasn't able to use his own dagger anymore, hytham was so much of an innocent sweetling if she would say so, he sure can be selfish sometimes or even a big headed fool like that time when he was showing her how to do the leap of faith, how did he think that he can just do it carelessly with such injury? Foolish, he was, but with a good heart.

she couldn't help but to be gentle towards the man, whenever she saw him she would smile joyfully , tease him . Oh, how she loved teasing him! He would just smile at her even if it annoys him at Times ,she even makes herself comfortable enough to beat him on the shoulder or to pat on his head gently as some any other kid in her clan, they were really good friends.

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Here she is, standing...tall&proud as ever. her icy orbs looking at his ...smiling & joking with joy, He admired every bit of her, a strong woman she was,one who cares about her people as much as she cares about herself.

when they first met, he did not understand what basim saw in her that made her worthy of a hidden blade.

a selfish Dane , he thought her to be.

This impression increased as she boldly refused to wear their sacred weapon correctly. However, when he betrayed her and tried to kill her long-lasting enemy, the killer of her parents. she should've been angry, furious... but yet she looked him deep in the eye and said, " I forgive you,hytham. "It was only then that he realised that all this time, he was the only selfish being.

And yet, the way he saw her look at other men,how she took care when speaking to them, even his mentor Basim. , but when it comes to him for some reason, he finds that she smiles softly , touches him .. as if he wasn't an assassin....a murderer! as if he wasn't a grown man who was capable of many things , she treated him as some child, and it did hurt , for he always showed her how much capability he had , he was clever! No, really! His former mentors always told him that! Doesn't she like clever men? And so it was today that after her return from Lundun , he stole the chance to speak about his feelings.

"Well," he took a deep breath. " it seems like you think of me as a child, eivor.."

with a raised brow and a tilted head , she looked as if she's solving a puzzle of some kind ,eivor Wolf kissed was perplexed

." I'm afraid that I do not follow ?"

" What I mean is to stop patting my head like that , I am really am a grown man, you know." He spoke very calmly compared to his inner mind.

"Oh,"

It finally seemed to click.

" So our young eagle here desperately wants to be an adult?"

Or not.She immediately starts joking about his words , a smile on her lips.

Haytham sighed helplessly , putting whatever scroll he's currently carrying down on a table.

"Oi ! What's wrong, my friend? Did anything bad happen ? You seem a bit out of place today."

Eivor wondered, yet she decided it was better for her to go on joking .

"Am I required to prove it ?, perhaps for you to understand me? because I can show you."

He said , stepping a bit closer so he could reach her arm, a sober look on his face.

"Fine then . go on and show me, young eagle."She replied, chin as high as ever

It happened so fast ,the man suddenly sweeps her by the waist, pulling her closer to him.

her body bumped into his , which obviously did put her off guard only to make her hold into hytham's nick like there was no tomorrow. Eivor gasped softly, He was too close, so close that she clearly saw her own self reflected in those crystal eyes, she can even smell his unique scent of clean jasmine stemming from his own skin

Hytham's breathing grows heavy along with his cheeks getting redder & redder, yet he shows no sense of hesitation, but keeps his gaze focused on her instead, Seeing her face expression, his lips twitched slowly. the smile of Loki ,she thought.

Eivor didn't feel like letting go, there was something about him,something that made her feel as if everyone else didn't matter at that moment, nothing mattered at all as long as she stayed between his arms .

Adjusting his grip, hytham lowers his head, reaching her right side . Her heart skipped a beat as she felt his own breath tickling her right ear before he uttered gently, " You see ? I am a man capable of many things, wolf-kissed~"

Chills ran through her spines, is he going to take things further?

But no , for he scans her face for the last time, before Letting go, his hands drifting away slowly.

leaving her, stunned.

"...."

" I.., I think that I have to go. "

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How was his heart still pounding in place? He had no idea. ,but He can not be the only one getting his heart to scream loudly whenever she's around anymore . She's bond to know. She has to.

You know, perhaps this was a bad idea...

Hytham thought as seeing her face being that close.

I..I have to let go ,that's enough , she may hate me for that.

But look, Her eyes are of beauty....her skin so soft...

Enough.

" I.., I think that I have to go ..."

She backs away slowly towards the door behind her , still holding his gaze though , with the same stunned expression,

her ears a reddish flame.

Seeming to be sick of it all, the woman turns her back on him as to leave , silent.

Goodness have I sinned to be looked at with such face?

You Foolish man , foolish hytham .

" w..wait!"

Oh He's the one trembling now

Her boots stopped on the wooden floor , her back still turned , the sound of singing birds still tweeting from the outside.

"forgive me eivor, forget that it even happened, I did not intend to—"

But then , He swore of catching a glimpse of somewhat a smile forming down her cheeks.

"No, for you just proved to me that you are a man of many things , hytham,"

"And that young eagles become eagles after all."

And with that she takes leave, not only leaving the bureau but also leaving the hidden one amazed.

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Later on that day when the sun sank deep into the horizon , announcing its farewell for the day.

eivor wolf kissed layed on her huge bed in the darkness , it's feather tickling her face.

keen to take a warrior's rest, but full of thoughts skimming into her head, the soft touch of hytham flashed through Eivor's memory ,along with those warm eyes of his, the sweet tone of gilt that reached her ears, "forgive me " he had said.

Again, she couldn't help but feel a smile forcing its way into her lips .

You surprised me today , young eagle.

& strangely I find myself looking forward for somewhat other surprises of yours, so be sure to let that eagle rise inside of you to become one yourself, young one.

Ending

#hytham x eivor #ac valhalla #assassin's creed #romance #eivor wolfkissed #female eivor #hytham #eivor wolfsmal

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fixfoxnox · 1 year

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Please, talk about the behind the scenes of the fic. The fic is consuming my mind for the past 2 weeks, I need mooooreeee

I had a couple of people ask for behind the scenes stuff, and I'm always ready to scream about this fic so I'm gonna drop some for you! I'll post some more a bit later as well

So fun fact, there are actually like 2 songs on my playlist for this fic that will probably not get used for chapters simply because I've been trying to keep the chapters to country songs only, so let's just share those:

We have Slipping Through My Fingers by ABBA which was actually on repeat in my brain for the first chapter of this fic and always makes me think about Roach's family in this new life. Like first of all, can you guys imagine how heart breaking it would be fore them to see their child suffering and not having any idea why or how to try to help?

Like I just imagine Roach having nightmares about his death and about Simon and he just wakes up screaming in the middle of the night. Like his parents both rush into the room and they just hold and rock their sobbing child. They try to ask whats wrong but he just keeps babbling nonsense about a fire and about a boy named Simon. And they have no idea how to handle this, but they try to hide it from their son. Of course Roach is older than they know, so he figures it out and starts withdrawing, but to them its just like their son is suffering and they've somehow fucked up because he's not talking to them anymore and he's still crying and screaming but he's trying be be quiet now.

And even worse is like when they realize how he flinched around them, how scared he is to ask for help, how terrified he gets the first time one of them raises their voice at him. I have such a clear image of his mother getting frustrated with one of his brothers one day while he's there and she just snaps at his sibling and when she turns around Roach is just pale and shaking and completely shut down. She cries into her husband's arms later.

They take him to therapy and they do what they can for him but it just isn't working and instead its like Roach cuts himself off more. So like you have this family who love Roach, they adore him. He's their son/baby brother, but they all feel like they never really even got a chance with him because something was wrong and they couldn't figure out what it was. And they feel like they never really got that time with him that they needed because of this, then now that he's older he's never home and they only get to see him on rare occasions. And despite the fact that he never comes home, they just love him so much.

Essentially, Roach's family feel like they've fully missed out on their time with Roach because he's still haunted by his past. And this even works in the opposite because Roach feels like he never really got to be a part of this family because of his past.

The other song is Almost (Sweet Music) by Hozier which, if you know the song, I'm sure you can understand why.

I've actually seen a lot of people say that this song is very SoapGhost with dead Roach kinda thing, but we all know how I feel about that (😤) and I personally like it better as repurposed for this fic from Roach's perspective.

Like the "Same kinda music haunts her bedroom, I'm almost me again, she's almost you" like tell me that isn't Roach with Soap and Ghost (Ghost particularly) or the "I've got some color back, she thinks so too, I laugh like me again, she laughs like you"

Like there have for sure been times where Roach would be talking to Soap or Ghost and would just forget that it wasn't the Soap and Ghost from his first life that he was talking with.

Particularly I imagine it happened with Ghost a lot early into Roach's time on the 141. Like times when Roach would be casually talking with Ghost and just forget until suddenly Soap is there and he's violently reminded that this isn't his first life and that's not his Simon.

And I feel like Roach views his happiness through the lens of his old life and how close he can get back to it (which 🤭 is going to be something we'll be dealing with later in the fic). So like he doesn't think he can ever be as happy as he once was, but he always feels like he's so close, just right there to having everything again only to come back to himself.

Also, every time I hear this song I just imagine Roach and Ghost in their first life dancing together (likely to an older song that was one of ghosts favorites, just something boppy, feel free to drop song ideas)

But, I just imagine the song comes on at some point during the current life and Roach just immediately forgets himself and starts kinda dancing around to it. Price makes a comment about how much he seems to like the song and Roach turns to the 141 excitedly to explain himself only to stop when he see's the odd looks he's being given, particularly from Ghost and he's just reminded again that this isn't his first life. I think hearing the song at all after that makes him feel violently sick and there have probably been times where it comes on and he has to excuse him before he just starts sobbing.

I really didn't mean for this to get so sad, but like...this fic is just packed full of sad stuff man

Leaving on a happy note tho, I like to imagine that eventually, one day he's with Soap and Ghost when a song comes on a d one of them just jokingly goes "guys this is our song :)" and Roach just immediately becomes attached to it and listens to it to think of the two of them.

(Also i promise I'll try to make the next bts post a bit fluffier lol)

#gary roach sanderson #thoughts with luke #my bad on this one squad #i did not mean to make it so long lol #something in the orange #you asked luke

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unnoticed-poison · 2 months

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ᴅᴀʀᴋ! ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ! ʜᴀᴢʙɪɴ ʜᴏᴛᴇʟ ᴠᴀʀɪᴏᴜꜱ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

【 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝟒 】 𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖙 2

Paaaart two is ouuuuuuut!

I didn't bother editing the first scene much, I'll come back to it later during my break or something.

Anyways, enjoy ❣️✨

˖๑‧˚꒷꒦₊꒷꒦︶︶₊꒷꒦˚‧๑˖𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 ˖๑‧˚꒷꒦︶︶₊꒷꒦₊꒷꒦˚‧๑˖

Back at the hotel, Dicckie was discussing with Alastor about the commercial issue.

"HAH me? making a deal with 𝘺𝘰𝘶? Don't make me laugh."

Was the moth's reaction to Alastor's offer.

Did the bastard think he was a fool?

He'd rather rip out his remaining eye than strike a deal with that freak.

Alastor let out an amused chuckle as he lightly tapped the moth's head with his cane. " Not for your soul of course! Just a simple deal that is all!"

He had no use of such a worthless soul like his anyway.

Irritated, Dicckie swatted the cane away with his hand. "What could a demon like 𝘺𝘰𝘶 possibly want other than my soul?"

"Easy! I do this stupid commercial for you, and you never ask me to engage with this technology ever again, it's simple!"

"I mean.."

"Or! Charles can come back to absolutely nothing!" Alastor said with a careless shrug. "Your choice my friend!"

.....

"Fine." The moth grumbled, handing over the camera with a resigned sigh.

"Wonderfu-!"

"Sir! Sir! Sir!"

Nifty called with a bright smile as she barged into the room and pulled on his coat.

Alastor looked down at her with a soft smile. " Yes my dear?"

The little girl pointed to the living room and exclaimed. "Charles is on tv! He's famous now!"

What?

"Oh is that so?" Alastor said, his voice tinged with curiosity while tilting his head as the two men silently glanced at each other.

This was bad news.

"YES! Come and see!"

Was the last thing she said before running off.

Dicckie was suspicious now.

"Those meetings were never broadcasted before, what changed now?"

Alastor put his arms behind his back as he started walking. "Ooh I have a feeling I know who's behind this, let's just go for now and see how's our little prince holding up, shall we?"

Dicckie nodded and stood up.

Once they got there, they saw Angel Dust and Husk sitting on the couch, while Nifty laid on the table, swinging her feet while her single eye was glued to the tv screen.

The man grimaced when he heard 𝘩𝘪𝘮 speak.

"-I failed to seduce her-"

'You have got to be kidding me..'

Angel rolled his eyes with an unimpressed look while texting on his phone. "It's no wonder looking at you."

The moth sat down on the couch beside Husk as he watched the scene unfold.

Like every year, his ex-boss kept babbling about useless, unrelated stuff so that the meeting time would go to waste and the other party wouldn't have much time to say anything.

"Got a good 275 sir."

𝘎𝘰𝘰𝘥?

Dicckie scoffed, what a rookie number, looks like Lute was still as slow as ever, he used to score much higher.

Of course, not as much as her, but still enough to be considered one of Adam's favorites.

Well, 𝘦𝘹-favorite now.

"You know those are my people, right..?"

"Of course! And that's what makes it even better!"

He sighed, his former boss hadn't changed a single bit.

Just as he expected, the man refused to listen to anything Charles was saying and began mocking him.

"-To move up the next extermination."

WHAT?!

Oh this was bad.

They could only watch in silence as Charles got thrown out of the room.

"Looks like Lucifer's brat fucked things up for us all! What a shocker, I'm sure your father will be 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥."

Alastor's eye twitched when he heard that.. insufferable voice.

He will make sure to deal with the man later.

........

Angel Dust snickered. "There goes our chance at survival, not that there was any to begin with." He mused, turning his attention back to his phone, frowning as hundreds of texts from his..boss kept coming in.

Alastor tapped Dicckie's head with his cane again and spoke in a mocking tone. "See? What did I tell you? Though I'm sure you expected this to be the outcome as well."

"Shut your damn mouth you-"

"Excuse me, are those yours?"

That voice....

Dicckie's eye immediately snap back, his heart skipping a beat at who he saw.

'It's her..'

"Oh look a pretty angel!" Nifty pointed.

Oh yes, she looked as beautiful as ever.

"Oh my! Is it just me, or does this woman look H.O.T!"

Dicckie frowned as the spider was basically undressing the woman with his eyes.

"Believe me, it's just you." Husk groaned while drinking his beer and glancing at the woman.

That was a lie.

"Aww what's wrong whiskers, upset that I'm not paying attention to you?"

"You wish."

Noticing the bloody hammer, Nifty added while jumping up and down on the table. " OOOH she's pretty AND a bad girl! I like her!"

Alastor hummed as he looked at the woman.

She was quite the beauty indeed.

Glancing down at Dicckie, he blinked when he noticed the stunned expression and the faint blush covering his cheeks.

Oh?

Interesting...

Feeling Alastor's gaze on him, the moth shot him a glare. "The fuck you looking at?"

"I couldn't help but notice that you look quite infatuated with her, tell me, is it love at first sight, or perhaps..." he glanced at the woman then back at him. "You know her already?"

Shit!

"What the fuck are you babbling about!"

"Relaaax I was just playing with you~ there's no need to get so upset," he said, turning back to the tv.

This was now even more entertaining!

Wait..

What was Charles doing?

Everybody stared in shock as the...accident happened.

Husk spat out his drink.

Nifty covered her eye.

Angel raised a brow and smirked. "Looks like someone got lucky today."

Dicckie resisted the urge to punch Alastor when he started laughing, not noticing that his grip on the cane tightened.

This bastard was enjoying this!

Turning back, he could only watch with a heavy heart and pray for Charles.

This was 𝘯𝘰𝘵 going to end well.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

............

......

You two stayed motionless on the ground for a few moments, neither of you making a single sound.

....

Charles, upon hearing the sound of your nails slowly scratching across the ground, immediately snapped out of it and got off of you, staring down with widened eyes at what he had done.

Shit shit shit shit!!!

What have he done!?

He quickly helped you set up to your knees and started taking off his jacket.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!!" He exclaimed, avoiding looking at your cleavage with a red face. "I don't mean to!"

Just as he placed the jacket on you, the door in front of them opened with a loud thub, revealing Adam with a scowl on his face.

"What the FUCK is all this nois-"

The words brutally died in his throat when he saw this sight in front of him.

.........

What the 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 was he seeing right now.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

Dicckie winced as he witnessed the two angels get involved.

Now it was really over for Charles.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

....

"YOU LITTLE SHIT!!"

In a blink of an eye, Charles found himself on the ground, groaning in pain while holding his broken nose.

Feeling something cold on his neck, he opened his eyes to see Lute looming over him, his mask gone, revealing his piercing eyes and twisted face full of hatred, the man tightened his grip on the spear, pressing it against his neck further.

Leaning in closer, and in a voice full of wrath and scorn, he spat out his words.

"You think you can just come in and humiliate one of our finest angels with your filthy hands and get away with it?"

Charles shook his head. "NO! I-"

"Save it you piece of shit."

While the two were arguing Adam moved over to you and helped you up to your feet, before spreading his golden wings to cover your body.

Turning his attention to the blonde, his expression shifted to a menacing glare while clenching his teeth.

"YOU FUCKING LITTLE LIMP DICK DEMON THE FUCK YOU TRYNA DO HUH?? TRYING TO GET YOUR DICK WET OR SOMETHING?!"

Flinching as the spear dug deeper into his flesh, Charles held his hands up. "That was not my intention I just-"

"Shut your fucking mouth, honestly, what else did I expect from Lucifer and that bitch's whiny brat? you-"

You remained silent during all this, unsure of how to react to everything that just happened.

You were just humiliated on live television, thousands of filthy sinners have seen you half-naked...

Suddenly, you felt a small tap on your leg and a voice spoke.

"Are you ok boss?"

Looking down, you saw Scramble glancing up at you, concern clear in his eyes, his hat was nowhere to be found and....

You paused when you noticed something horrifying.

Was that a 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬 in his shell..?

With your eyes slightly widened from shock, you bent down and picked the egg up, your fingers lightly caressing the crack, afraid of causing any further damage.

"Your shell..."

"It doesn't hurt that much boss!"

........

Your eyes narrowed as you shot the demon a furious glare.

Carefully lowering Scramble back down, you shoved Adam's wings away from you.

"I will move up the damn exterminat- hey where are you going!?"

Looking over your shoulder, you smiled at your boss. "There's no need to do that Sir." You said, making your way over to Charles and Lute.

You had a more suitable punishment in mind.

Standing behind Lute, you spoke. " Please step aside Lute."

"But he has to pa-"

"I said, step aside."

.....

Lute gave in to your demand, quietly stepping back to let you stand in front of Charles, the two men looked at each other with confused expressions, waiting to see what you were going to do.

"I swear it was an accident!" Charles tried to explain as you helped him up, his hands stained from the blood that was flowing down his broken nose. "I'm really sorr-"

You softly pressed your finger against his lips, silencing him instantly.

Confused, a faint blush spread across his face from the contact.

With a subtle grin gracing your lips, you gave him a playful wink before proceeding to lift your leg and deliver a swift, powerful kick right to his most sensitive area.

˖๑‧˚꒷꒦₊꒷꒦︶︶₊꒷꒦˚‧๑˖𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 ˖๑‧˚꒷꒦︶︶₊꒷꒦₊꒷꒦˚‧๑˖

Hope you enjoyed the chapter! ❣️

Btwwww! One of my new friends made a Fanart for this fanfic! I can't post it now since it's a huge spoiler for future chaps so I won't post it until we reach that chapter.

Let me just say that I looooooooooooved it!!

That shit made me happy and motivated me so much I wrote the chapter in two days 😭

Buuuut

I drew the cute eggs! My friend helped with background so I could write the draft.

This is for chapter 1

And this is for this chapter!

Oh yeah future chapters will most likely be posted on AO3, Wattpad and Quotev

If you have any questions, feel free to ask ❣️

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Caliborn, Dirk Strider

Act 6, page 4646-4651

undyingUmbrage [uu] began jeering timaeusTestified [TT]

uu: HELLO DIRK.

uu: I WANT TO PLAY A GAME.

TT: Oh mother fuck.

uu: WHAT DO YOu SAY??

uu: tumut

TT: What game?

uu: YOu KNOW WHAT GAME.

uu: THE ONE WHERE I SAY. I'M GOING TO KILL ALL OF YOu SOME DAY.

uu: AND THERE'S NOTHING YOu CAN DO ABOuT IT?

uu: JuST SOME MORE MENACING SHIT LIKE THAT.

uu: ALL JuST BuNDLED uP IN THE PRETENSE OF A LOT OF uSELESS FuCKING PuZZLES.

TT: Oh, right.

TT: That game.

TT: And here I thought you were going to ask me to draw you more weird porn for some reason.

uu: WELL. THE NIGHT IS STILL YOuNG. SO WHO KNOWS?

uu: BuT NAH. I WAS JuST DROPPING BY AGAIN TO SAY HOW I'M GONNA KILL YOu. THAT'S ALL.

uu: AND THIS IS JuST ASSuMING YOu DON'T ALL DIE BEFORE I GET THE CHANCE TO PuZZLEMuRDER YOu. ON ACCOuNT OF YOu BEING A BuNCH OF HIDEOuS FuCKuPS.

uu: I MEAN LOOK AT THIS.

uu: YOu ALREADY BLEW IT.

TT: Blew what?

uu: ON DERSE.

uu: YOu uPSET THE ORDER. DIDN'T YOu.

uu: YOu WENT AND PISSED OFF THE WITCH?

uu: NOW THEY'RE GOING TO HuNT YOu DOWN DuDE!

uu: THEY'RE PROBABLY ON THEIR WAY. TO KILL YOu RIGHT NOW.

TT: I'm pretty well hidden on Derse. I doubt they'll find me until I'm ready to be found again.

uu: NO. NOT ON DERSE. ON YOuR PLANET. EARTH??

uu: YOu'RE PRETTY FuCKING EASY TO FIND THERE. DON'T YOu THINK?

uu: OH YES. YOuR AGGRESSORS ARE COMING FOR YOu. I HAVE SEEN IT.

uu: IN FACT. THEY ARE PROBABLY ALREADY HERE.

TT: Yeah.

TT: Well, I was expecting as much.

TT: It's kind of why I was on my way to the roof just now.

TT: Until I was interrupted by this window appearing, and then by you.

TT: Maybe I should try plugging it in?

uu: OH MY GOD. WHO CARES?

uu: IT'S JuST SOME MORE POINTLESS TRASH FOR YOu TO OBSESS OVER, AND DISTRACT YOu FROM GETTING ANY ACTuAL RELEVANT SHIT DONE.

uu: THE AMOuNT TIME YOu PEOPLE WASTE. IT IS FuCKING uNBELIEVABLE TO ME.

uu: I READ ABOuT SOME OF THE THINGS YOu AND YOuR PREDECESSORS HAVE DONE. FAR MORE THAN I CARED TO. TRuST ME.

uu: AND EVERY TIME. I'M ALWAYS JuST...

uu: *GET THE FuCK ON WITH IT ALREADY.*

TT: I didn't think you were much of a historian.

uu: I'M NOT.

uu: SHE SENDS ME SO MuCH BuLLSHIT ABOuT THIS. YOu DON'T EVEN KNOW.

uu: SHE WANTS TO HEAR WHAT I HAVE TO SAY. LIKE EXCHANGE THEORIES AND SHIT. AND I HAVE TO JuST BE LIKE *BITCH I DON'T GOD DAMN CARE!!!*

uu: EVERY TIME.

uu: BuT IT DOESN'T MATTER. WHAT'S THE NEXT THING I INVARIABLY FIND ON MY TERMINAL?

uu: ANOTHER GOD DAMN WALL OF TEXT.

uu: ALL COLOR CODED AND FORMATTED FOR ME TO READ. AND EVERYTHING.

uu: JuST WALLS AND WALLS. OF CANDY ASSED TOOTY FRuITY FuCKING SHIT. LOADS. OF. TEXT.

uu: OF PEOPLE BABBLING MOSTLY.

uu: WE ARE TALKING ABOuT MIGRAINE INDuCING DIARRHETIC VERTICAL SuICIDE DROPS OF uGLY FuCKING WORDS.

uu: IMPENETRABLY ASININE RAINBOW FREEFALLS OF FRIVOLOuS BANTER. GOT IT?

uu: SO I SAY. WHAT IS THIS? I TOLD YOu IF YOu SENT ME ANY MORE FAN FICTION I WOuLD FLY TO PROSPIT AND MuRDER YOu IN YOuR SLEEP. WHICH I STILL MIGHT DO *REGARDLESS*. BuT ANYWAY.

uu: SHE SAYS THESE ARE ACTuAL ANCIENT TRANSCRIPTS!

uu: I'M LIKE. WELL FuCK.

uu: HOW CAN THESE PEOPLE TALK SO MuCH.

uu: I FEEL LIKE I'M PICKING uP SOME BAD HABITS FROM YOu WINDBAGGING PISSFACES.

uu: LOOK AT THIS. I WASN'T EVEN GONNA GO OFF LIKE THIS.

uu: THIS WAS SuPPOSED TO BE JuST. AN IN AND OuT FuCK YOu.

uu: I'M SO DONE HERE.

uu: ANYWAY. LATER. YOu HORSEPORKING TWIT.

TT: Wait.

TT: Just one thing before you go.

TT: Your sister was saying you were having some doubts about playing.

TT: Is that true?

uu: SHE'S NOT MY SISTER.

uu: WE DON'T GOT SISTERS. IT'S NOT A THING. DON'T DRAG uS THROuGH YOuR NASTY HuMAN FAMILIAL MuD.

uu: OF COuRSE I'M GOING TO PLAY. I WAS JuST SAYING I WOuLDN'T. YOu KNOW. TO FuCK WITH HER AND MAKE HER CRY.

uu: LIKE I HAVE A CHOICE. BuT TO PLAY.

uu: HOW ELSE AM I GOING TO GET OFF THIS DESOLATE ROCK?

uu: YOu THINK I WANT TO STAY HERE? JuST HANG AROuND. TIL I JOIN THE HuNDRED BILLION CORPSES FERTILIZING THE SOIL?

TT: I see.

TT: No, didn't think so. I was just curious.

uu: HuMAN CuRIOSITY IS CONTEMPTIBLE. SHE SHARES THAT WITH YOu. AND I CAN'T FuCKING STAND IT.

TT: Gotcha.

TT: You sure seem to hate us, but I notice it doesn't stop you from talking to us frequently. Or at least to me.

TT: Surely there must be at least one of our virtues you admire.

uu: YES. AMBITION. THAT'S THE ONLY GOOD ONE.

uu: AND I THINK YOu GOT THAT. WHICH IS MAYBE WHY. YOu'RE THE ONLY ONE I CAN PuT uP WITH FOR ANY DuRATION?

uu: LET'S CALL IT A GRuDGING RESPECT. WHICH IS THE ONLY KIND THAT'S EVEN WORTH A FuCK.

TT: I'll take that as a rare overture of friendship.

uu: NO. DON'T.

TT: So, do you even know how this is going to work?

uu: WHAT.

TT: Your session. Can you even really have a session with only two players?

uu: SHE SAYS YOu CAN. AND SHE LIKES TO THINK SHE'S THE EXPERT.

uu: PERSONALLY? I DON'T CARE.

uu: MAYBE IT'S AGAINST THE RuLES. WHAT WE'RE DOING.

uu: I JuST WANT TO GET IN THERE. AND JuST.

uu: FuCK.

uu: SHIT.

uu: uP.

TT: Yeah.

TT: I sensed that was your plan.

TT: Which is kind of what I'm talking about. How can you win like that?

TT: I thought the point was to cooperate with your coplayers to achieve an objective.

TT: Not compete with them or try to kill them. I don't think we've had one conversation where you didn't express the desire to kill her.

uu: I GuESS WE'LL JuST HAVE TO SEE. WON'T WE?

uu: I THINK THIS IS PROBABLY A DIFFERENT KIND OF SESSION.

uu: ONE WHERE THE PLAYERS FIGHT FOR SuPREMACY. RATHER THAN WORK TOGETHER.

uu: I THINK THAT IT MuST BE THAT WAY.

uu: BECAuSE THAT IS HOW I WANT IT TO BE.

uu: AND IF I WANT SOMETHING TO BE TRuE HARD ENOuGH. THEN THAT MAKES IT SLIGHTLY MORE ABSOLuTELY IRREFuTABLE.

uu: ARE YOu FEELING ME, FuCKER?

TT: Maybe you're right.

TT: But since that's how you feel now, maybe the truth is that the game is challenging you to overcome those feelings?

TT: What if your real quest is to put aside your differences and work together, if you want to both survive, and grow as a person?

uu: NO.

uu: NO. NO. NO.

uu: FuCK THAT SHIT.

uu: HuMAN FuCK THAT SHIT. NOT EVEN ALIEN FuCK THAT SHIT. SO YOu CAN uNDERSTAND BETTER. THE KIND OF FuCKING OF THE SHIT THAT'S GOING ON.

uu: HuMAN FuCK IT SO MuCH. SO HARD, AND SO ANGRILY.

TT: Yeah, I didn't think you'd dig that idea.

TT: Just puttin' it out there.

uu: HOW ABOuT YOu SHuT uP? AND GET ON THE ROOF. AND TAKE YOuR FuCKING PuNISHMENT.

uu: NOW WHERE THE HELL IS YOuR GHASTLY JuJu.

uu: GO GET IT. AND HuRRY uP.

TT: My juju?

uu: THE LOATHSOME FALSE PERSON. WITH THE FLOPPY LIMBS. IN DERSITE ATTIRE. YOu LIKE TO NAP WITH.

TT: Oh, Lil Cal? No, man.

TT: Lil Cal is the shit.

uu: THAT THING IS NOT THE SHIT.

uu: IT IS AN uNCANNY GRINNING MOCKERY. A BAD OMEN. YOu SHOuLD CHOP IT uP AND BuRN IT.

TT: No way, dude. He's my best friend.

uu: HOW FuCKING SAD IS THAT??

uu: I'M JuST TRYING. FOR ONCE. AND THE ONLY TIME EVER. TO BE HELPFuL.

uu: THOSE THINGS.

uu: YOu DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT THEY ARE.

TT: A kickass ventriloquist doll?

TT: I've been given reason to believe it once belonged to my bro.

uu: I DON'T GIVE A SHIT. WHAT YOu BELIEVE.

uu: THERE'S ONLY ONE REASON FOR THOSE TO EXIST.

uu: IT IS TO TuRN THE LIFE OF EVERYONE WHO OCCuPIES THE SAME uNIVERSE WITH IT.

uu: INTO A NIGHTMARE.

TT: Is that one of your alien folk stories?

uu: YES.

uu: BuT IT ALSO.

uu: IS TRuE.

uu: GET RID OF IT.

TT: You could argue that my life is already kind of a nightmare, so there's no point in getting rid of him now.

TT: Either way, I'm gonna hang on to him.

uu: YOu STuBBORN FuCK.

uu: FINE.

uu: MAYBE IT DOESN'T MATTER.

uu: MAYBE YOuRS IS uNTAINTED? I DON'T KNOW.

uu: COuLD BE. ITS EYES LOOK...

uu: DEAD TO ME?

uu: MAYBE YOu LuCKED THE FuCK OuT. WITH YOuR PARTICuLAR JuJu.

TT: I honestly had no idea you were this superstitious.

TT: You're a pretty fascinating guy, in a way. I can't really figure you out.

TT: In case you're wondering why I put up with you more than my friends do.

uu: I WASN'T.

uu: NOW ARE YOu GOING TO GO GET IT.

uu: OR WHAT.

TT: Why do you want me to get Cal so bad?

uu: I DON'T!

uu: JuST THAT. I SAW YOu. SLIGHTLY AHEAD OF NOW.

uu: CLIMBING TO THE ROOF WITH THAT THING.

uu: SO APPARENTLY. IT'S REQuISITE FOR GETTING THE FuCK ON WITH STuFF??

uu: DuMBASS.

TT: Ok. So, some self-fulfilling shit, then. I was hoping for a better reason.

uu: WHATEVER. DON'T TAKE IT.

uu: MAKE A PARADOX HAPPEN. WORKS FOR FuCKING ME.

TT: At this point I'm leaning toward grabbing him just cause he seems to bother you so much.

uu: WELL. I'VE HEARD OF WORSE REASONS FOR ACTING LIKE A STuPID PIECE OF SHIT.

TT: This is probably a dumb question, but you don't really care about "causal spoilers," do you?

uu: YES. THAT'S uNBELIEVABLY DuMB TO ASK.

TT: Like, you don't mind telling me I'm about to pick up Cal, and thus causing that to happen.

TT: So I guess you similarly wouldn't mind telling us about more significant outcomes?

uu: IT'S NOT THAT I DON'T MIND. IT'S THAT I FAIL SPECTACuLARLY TO GIVE A SHIT.

uu: THERE IS SuCH A BIG DIFFERENCE.

uu: AND THE FACT THAT I MIGHT NOT CLuE YOu INTO YOuR FATE ALL THE TIME.

uu: DuE TO MY AGGRAVATED APATHY OVER THE MATTER.

uu: IS AN IMMuTABLE FACT. I AM STATING FOR THE RECORD.

uu: IT DOES NOT MEAN THAT GIVING A SHIT IS WHAT IS TAKING PLACE HERE.

TT: I feel like you've said something like that before.

TT: Different statements, but in that exact syntax.

uu: OH. YOu KNOW WHAT ELSE I HATE?

uu: WHEN THAT FuCKING HAPPENS.

TT: Wait. You mean it wasn't intentional?

TT: I thought it was kind of like... this thing you were doing.

uu: SHuT uP.

uu: YOu KNOW WHAT?

uu: I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN. AND I DON'T CARE.

uu: I THINK IT'S REGRETTABLY LIKELY. THAT YOu SuCCEED.

uu: I THINK THAT'S WHAT PEOPLE TEND TO DO. WHEN THEY ARE REGARDED AS LEGENDS BY OBSESSIVE ASSHOLES.

uu: SO MAYBE YOu ALL DIE. OR MAYBE YOu DON'T.

uu: BuT IF YOu DON'T. I'LL TAKE SOLACE IN THE FACT.

uu: THAT IT MEANS I STILL GET THE CHANCE TO KILL YOu.

uu: HOW ABOuT THAT? FOR CAuSAL SPOILERS?

TT: Fair enough.

TT: Hey, you know...

TT: For someone who has such strong opinions about long winded people,

TT: You've kinda been talking my ear off. I do actually have shit to do.

uu: uGH.

uu: YEAH.

uu: SEE HOW YOu PEOPLE SuCK ME INTO YOuR BuLLSHIT?

uu: I SHOuLD HAVE KEPT IT BRIEF. AND SuRLY. LIKE I WAS GOING TO.

uu: LIKE JuST SAID.

uu: "HELLO DIRK."

uu: "I WANT TO PLAY A GAME."

uu: AND THEN LIKE.

uu: "BRO."

uu: "ROOF. NOW."

uu: "BRING JuJu."

uu: AND THAT'S IT.

uu: YEAH. THAT WOuLD HAVE BEEN GOOD.

uu: COLD FuCKING BLOODED. TO THE POINT. DAMMIT.

TT: That actually sounds familiar too.

TT: Are you sure you haven't said something like that before?

uu: HAVE I?

uu: FuCK. I DON'T KNOW. WHATEVER.

TT: Anyway, let's wrap this up.

TT: You've stolen enough of my time. I didn't even get a chance to try plugging in that window.

uu: I DID YOu A FAVOR. ANOTHER POINTLESS ACTION STRICKEN FROM THE TIMELINE.

TT: Hang on.

TT: Something's happening.

uu: THE DRONES HAVE COME A KNOCKING. I TOLD YOu.

uu: THEY'RE COMING FOR YOu MAN! HAHAHA.

uu: LATER DOuCHE.

uu: TUMUT

TT: I think...

TT: You just had a flipoff malfunction, there.

uu: SHIT.

uu: uH.

uu: tUMUt!

TT: That's better.

undyingUmbrage [uu] ceased jeering timaeusTestified [TT]

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