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#I'm used to characters getting quickly healed or it cutting to something else after a bit but it really wanted to focus on that blood
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Theories on how Izzy lost his leg
Okay so we're all very interested in Izzy's leg, obviously, but so far everyone else seems to assume it was caused by his toe getting infected. I don't buy it, though, for several reasons.
For one thing, I'm not a doctor but is this really how infections work? How would a toe infection spread so far and so quickly that they had to cut his entire lower leg off? Yes, we know Izzy isn't inclined to accept help or allow himself to appear weak or sick, but he's not stupid either. He's an experienced pirate, he must have seen enough amputation or deaths from infections to know what's at stake. He's much too practical to let it get this far without seeking medical help or at least getting it amputated sooner so that he only had to lose a foot and not his entire calf or even his knee (can't tell from those few frames in the trailer yet).
And besides, we already saw his foot get better at the end of S1, it seemed like several weeks had passed and he was walking just fine, wasn't even using his cane anymore. From what I know, if a wound gets infected, it typically happens within the first few days of an injury. In several weeks it would either have got infected already or healed enough not to be a problem anymore. For much of the S2 trailer Izzy is seen taking part in attacks, with his leg still whole, so it seems like he only lost his leg in the second half of the season. We don't yet know what sort of timeline the season follows, but it's safe to say it's going to take place over a period of at least 3 weeks. So that's several more weeks. That makes it even more unlikely for Izzy's toe to suddenly get infected towards the end of the season after all this time.
And secondly... it would just be a bit boring from the narrative perspective. Losing the toe was already punishment enough. Even if it had healed fully with no physical consequences at all, the whole experience of being woken up in the middle of the night to the pain of having it sheared off and then forced to chew and swallow it is was definitely traumatising enough not to be forgotten that quickly... This show doesn't shy away from graphic injury and violence, but it's never gratuitous. That's why that toe cutting scene was so powerful - it already stood out as one of the most seriously violent moments in the show. Adding more to it would only diminish its impact rather than strengthen it.
Now you might want to mention Lucius losing his finger, and the way it didn't happen immediately and went from a minor injury played for laughs to a serious infection with a significant time gap, but that's a very different case. There was a comedic contrast here, a very minor injury that happened in comical circumstances (Buttons accidentally biting Lucius's finger) unexpectedly turning into something serious. But Izzy losing his toe was taken seriously from the very start, there was nothing comical about it. There already was an expectation that it could turn into something worse... but it didn't. And Lucius having his finger cut off wasn't portrayed as a punishment, just bad luck, a realistic moment on a 17th century pirate ship. It led to a cute and significant moment between Lucius and Black Pete, but other than that it could have happened to anyone. And he only lost that one finger. If he got a finger bite and ended up losing his whole forearm, that would have been way too cruel and out of character for this show.
So, what's my take then, you ask? Well, I don't really have anything concrete. Except, we know that the real Blackbeard shot Izzy in the knee. I know OFMD isn't trying to be historically accurate, not when it comes to the characters at least, but they could still use that bit for inspiration. Maybe Ed does shoot at Izzy. Or maybe Ed tries to shoot at Stede, but Izzy gets in the way. Or maybe Stede does something really stupid and Izzy gets shot or injured trying to protect him - no really, think about it, they're practically glued at the hip in the trailer. They're having a friendly banter. They're gonna be friends. Getting himself injured while trying to protect Stede would be a major milestone in Izzy's redemption arc. It would even explain that bit in the trailer where an already peg-legged Izzy punched Stede in the gut. It wasn't a hateful punch, you could tell he wasn't really trying to hurt Stede. It looked more like punching your buddy out of anger when they did something really, really stupid that got both of you in trouble.
Honestly, I'm open to pretty much any theory, except the toe infection because it's boring af and makes no sense.
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opis-writing-nook · 9 months
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Characters:
Diluc Ragnvindr, Gn!Reader, mentions of oth
Pairings:
Gn!Reader/Diluc Ragnvindr, Gn!Reader x Diluc Ragnvindr
Warnings:
Canon divergence, reader has a vision and can heal, very mild talks/descriptions of injuries (this means blood and bruising), light banter, reader's a little bit more blunt in terms of personality, kept reader's home location vague, use of warp points for plot convenience, vague spoilers for his backstory, undressing, nonsexual intimacy, hair washing, hair brushing, literally sharing a bed together, heavily implied that both parties are aware of the other's feelings and are sort of a thing but never put a label on it
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All of this was inspired by @danijaci lovely art!(tw for blood and injuries)
I also haven't written a fic in at least a year, I hope it's ok. I did this all in one sitting so it's unedited af
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"...seems like I overdid it tonight." Was his immediate thought as he caught his reflection in the mirror near the front door. He looked ghastly if he was being kind, he hadn't realized he'd taken such a beating.
Diluc Ragnvindr liked to believe that he was aware of what his limits were, to know what extent he could push himself, but that would be a horrible lie that he didn't want to acknowledge let alone humor the idea of. He had, once again, bitten off more than he could chew but he also hadn't anticipated the extra abyss mages to be present during his usual patrol.
With a heavy sigh he leaves the winery silently, he doesn't need to cause a fuss this late at night, and muscle memory takes over as he uses the warp point to go to the one near your home.
He isn't surprised that he saw you waiting there for him, yet his heart flutters at the idea of you staying up and waiting for him to possibly show up, and doesn't even have a chance to speak as you lead him inside your home. Despite the look of annoyance you had, your touch was gentle as ever when it came to handling him.
A house he's become very familiar with over the years, he notices subtle changes with decor as you lead him into your dining area, and sighs softly as you usher him to sit down.
"C'mon, outta your clothes so I can assess the damage." You click your tongue as you help him out of his clothes until he's in his underwear, this was just the norm for you both at this point. "You look like shit, Luc."
"Feel like it," he gave a small laugh as you began wiping the dried blood off his skin with a warm washrag, wincing whenever you pressed a little bit too firmly on a bruise. "So, how much do I owe you this time?"
"Hold still, I have to place my hand over that bruised eye of yours to heal it since it's a deep bruise." You roll your eyes as you use your vision, ignoring his question, slowly watching his wounds mend themselves over the course of several minutes. "It'll take a while to do, so get comfortable."
"Alright, I know I'm in good hands." He leaned back in the chair, eyes closed as he took a moment as exhaustion seemed to seep into his bones. "Let me know when you're done."
Diluc's mind began thinking about how this partnership has been going on for a little over four years now, how if fate hadn't been so cruel that your lives wouldn't have been so deeply interwoven together. The idea of not having you in his life made him feel hollow, just like that day where everything went wrong, and he quickly dismissed such thoughts.
He thought about all the times he came to you after being seriously injured, at first it was because you didn't ask questions but over time a friendship bloomed and so on, and every time you'd handle him with care.
You weren't starstruck like most people were when you learned who he was, you just treated him like anyone else and he hadn't realized that that was something he needed. While your words were rather blunt and at times a bit cutting, it was always what he needed to hear when he wasn't sure what to do during those four years away from home.
It's the feeling of your lips pressed against his hairline that pulls him out of his deep thoughts, a lazy smile curls on his lips as you usher him into the bathroom and help him wash his hair before leaving him to wash up while you fetch some clothes for him.
Diluc sits between your legs on the floor as you carefully brush his hair, dressed in a loose shirt and pants, humming softly in content as he enjoys the sensation. Once you finish brushing out his hair he styles it into a loose braid to minimize tangling, getting into bed with you like he's done for 3 years now.
Tired murmurs of goodnights are exchanged as exhaustion takes over, both of you cuddled up under the blankets.
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angelltheninth · 2 years
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Arcane Characters After a Long Day at Work
Pairing: Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Marcus, Silco, Sevika, Viktor, Jayce, Mel x Reader
Tags: overworking, cuddles, eating together, fluff, domestic fluff, sleeping together, reassurance
A/N: I don't think it'd be wrong to say that all of these characters would work themselves to death is possible... right Viktor, Marcus?
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When Jinx gets really into something, when she decides that she wants to do something, make something happen, invent something new, something fun, there is no stopping her. She will work day and night if needed, with very little breaks. That being said she will make time, even a few hours for you. She'll burst in through the door, a big, but tired smile on her face and wait for a hug from you.
"Heya sweetie! Did ya wait for me long? That's sweet of ya, it really is. Is that food for me? Aww thank you sugar! I tell ya, you and some hugs and kisses, and some good food are all I need to recharge my batteries. I'm workin on a little something, but should be done soon, then I'll be able to spend a lot more time bein' sappy with ya."
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Vi always tries to get home quite quickly. She always comes home with a certain amount of bruises, but most of all she comes home with her fists absolutely burning. You like to help her cool off so you'll always have a bowl of ice and cold wraps for her to use.
"What did I ever do to deserve you sweetheart? Nah, it wasn't actually that bad tonight, they actually went down quite easily. I have a bruised lip now but when it heals up I'll be all over you. Now that doesn't mean we can't cuddle all night."
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Caitlyn deals with a lot of paperwork since she became the new Sheriff. She still goes on patrol but she spends a lot of time behind the desk now. She works quite late hours as well and often comes home very late. However you always insist on giving her a nice massage when she comes home. She's great at her job but she's not as good when it comes to taking breaks or taking care of herself, which is ironic and a little sad given how badly she wants everyone else to be ok.
"You know darling, I can take care of myself. What do you mean I can't? No, no, I'm not saying I don't want you to take care of me, you have... very nice hands, but you don't have to do so much. I can try to cut down on work hours. Maybe we can go to the countryside, take a break from Piltover? Would you want that?"
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Very similar to Caitlyn, but with the added pressure from Silco. Marcus works long hours sure, but he doesn't really want to. He'd much rather spend time with you and his daughter. He often comes home late and quite stressed and irritated. Sometimes he gets migraines and just wants to spend the night cuddling with you, and of course, his daughter nestled between you two.
"Can you get me a glass of water, my love? Today was... a lot. No, I, I can still stay up for a while longer. I promised Ren I'd read her a bedtime story, it's been a long time since I did that. A cuddle pile? I guess that can work too."
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Silco keeps to a schedule. That being said he does have days where he works quite late. He will let you know in advance if that is the case, so you don't really have to wait up for him. When he gets home he makes it a point to always kiss you first, no matter if you're awake or not. After a he's sure he's taken care of everything for the day he'll crawl into bed with you, catching a few hours of sleep before going back to work.
"I'm back darling. You didn't have to wait up. Please, go to bed, I'll join you soon, I just need a quick shower. My eye is quite fine, thank you for worrying but it doesn't ache anymore. I'm sure. I love you too, be there soon."
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When Sevika comes home she tries to be sneaky about it. It never works but she doesn't want you to worry about how late it is when she gets back, or any bruises or blood on her clothes. The blood is rarely hers anyway. She likes to take a warm shower to relax her muscles. Sometimes she'll just scoop you up after the shower, not even bothering to put on any clothes and fall into bed with you, her body too tired to do much else for the night.
"I uh... I was supposed to be home earlier, I know, but its not my fault people are idiots. And assholes. They got what was coming to them. I keep telling you, sugar, you don't need to worry about me. I'm made out of the toughest stuff there is. Uh... well... I suppose we can cuddle tonight, if you want. Is it because you're still worried? No, of course you don't need a reason to cuddle, you know I love being next to you."
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Viktor often brings his work home. He works overtime as it is, so much so that you sometimes have to drag him out of his office and into bed so he can rest. Even before bed he'll still be scribbling away in his notebook or reading a book or a research paper. His work is seemingly endless. Still he values any time he gets to spend with you, he'll gladly put the research on hold if it means a few minutes or hours of your attention and love. If there's no time for you, he'll come up with a way to invent some.
"I'll sleep soon, I promise, I just need to finish this, it's in my head right now. Haha, my love, that tickles, are you distracting me deliberately? I know, I know, I work a lot, I promise you'll have my full attention after this."
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When Jayce comes home from overworking himself, weather in the lab or the forge, he's always almost half asleep as he drags himself to the bedroom and collapses in bed next to you. Sometimes he doesn't even bother to take all of his clothes off, he leaves his pants on so he can get dressed faster for the next day since he has a habit of sleeping in when he sleeps with you.
"Sorry for waking you up sweetheart, it's just me. I'm running a little tonight aren't I? Can you forgive me? Hmm... I think I'll come up with a way to make it up to you. Tomorrow. I think I can feel my brain hurting. Ha, it's fine, I just need you here, nothing more. I love you, sweet dreams."
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Similarly to Silco, Mel also likes to keep to a schedule. If she's working late, which happens quite often on the Council, she'll let you know. It's very, very rare that she comes home late without telling you beforehand. She doesn't want you to worry about her after all.
"I'm sorry I'm late my love, the Council meeting ran late tonight. There's been some extra work that I've been asked to do over the next few days so I'm afraid I won't make it for dinner. Not to worry though, I'll make plans to see you at lunch, the Council doesn't mind when the work gets done as long as its on time."
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atsukawolfcat · 2 years
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Devoted
Note: ITS MY BIRTHDAY WOOO So don't mind me making some angst cuz woke up the day before with a cough and slowly getting worse 😕 Oh well, it happens every year so woop di doo- Maybe later today or tomorrow I will have some fluff (finally) ready to post~ Oh and this is very self indulgant, I wanted to feel better in the end
Warning: Angst, little comfort, Creator!AU, female reader, not proofread, Diluc favoritism 😊
Characters: Childe, Kaeya, Diluc
Childe
It was a dream of yours to suddenly fall into the lap of your favorite character in the game you loved to play when you had down time. You had let out an embarrassing scream when you felt you were falling and then when you landed, you heard the soft grunt of Childe as he "caught" you. It was your favorite memory, and yet...
"Your Holiness!" You felt your smile stiffen when you saw him walk into your newly furbished home, your heart crying and begging you to unleash your sadness and anger at this person in front of you. "How are you doing today?"
You took a breathe and count to 3 quickly before finally giving him an answer. "I am fine. How are you?"
"I am quite well, your Greatness!" His beautifully blue eyes pierced your own, and smiled. His eyes showed pure devotion... and nothing more. "I have heard some.. rumors around your servants, Your Holiness, and I could not help but worry." You scoffed, a reaction that was second nature to you now more than ever in your life.
You loved him, with your whole heart. People noticed and appointed him as a consort, which you declined because you wanted something organic. But... here he is... as if doing nothing else but a "job".
"I'm sure you are, Childe." He froze at the name, more used to you calling his actual name, Ajax, with adoration. His smile faded, and his eyes darkened. His brows furrowed as he looked at you, trying to either think of a reason you may be angry with him or sizing you up. Either way, you stopped caring.
"Your Holiness-," You turned away from him before he could finish his sentence, thinking of just going back inside your room to mope for another week. You felt his body move to quickly block your way, as his face had softened with genuine worry. "Please. I beg of you, please eat. Go back to how you were, how you were when we met!"
Fighting your tears back and feeling the burn of your cheeks as your anger finally won, you turned to glare into his eyes.
"You haven't said my name once since we met." His eyes widened at the realization and during his shocked state, you pushed past him to retreat into your room to help heal your wounds once again.
After all, devotion is not the same as genuine love.
Kaeya
You whistled as you picked at the flowers that gathered right outside of the gates of Mondstadt, just enjoying your time before the one who constantly broke your heart came by. The guards nearby kept an eye on you, to make sure their precious Creator isn't harmed. Practically body guards, and even if it wasn't for their captain ordering them to keep watch over you, they would clearly still have done so.
"Your Grace?" Your hands stop making the flower crown, the one for Diona as the one for Klee was already done next to you. You could feel your heart jump at his voice, smooth and dreamy to your ears. Humming, you resumed finishing the flower crown. "Your Grace.."
"I know Captain, I know." You didn't turn to see his shocked and hurt expression, and the confusion that followed on his eye that was still on you. You kept back the tears, refusing to let them fall and show how much he truly affected you. Finally turning, you see him down on one knee while his head was bowed. A sharp inhale came from you, seeing his figure like that. It hurt.
"Your Grace, I- I do adore you. Bu-" You cut him off.
"I know, Captain. I understand. I just need to... process it. You understand right?" Kaeya looks up, lips pursed into a thin line showing his concern.
It hurts when he shows his devotion, when you loved him so much.
Diluc
3 weeks.
3 weeks of being in Genshin Impact.
Hours upon hours, day after day, where you were here since you appeared on top of Diluc's desk. You were feverish and had the early symptoms of a cold, which made you delirious for a split moment. You had smiled brightly at him as he, shocked, could only give you this wide eyed stare of surprise. You slurred his name, and gave him a hug. You were thinking it was a dream after all.
He, of course, had never expected for the great Creator to suddenly appear on top of his desk. Much less in this state, your skin hot to the touch and your eyes having a clouded gaze. Diluc had blushed, turning red from head to toe and matching his crimson eyes and hair when you slurred his name and hugged him. You nuzzled into his neck, mumbling incoherent things while his heart leaped up to his throat.
Soon, he had broken through his initial shock and ordered for you to be taken care of. He did not hold back, he gave you the most luxorious room in his mansion, he assigned you personal maids and servants to take care of your every need. Once your fever broke through and you came back to reality, you covered your face as you internally screamed, embarressed of what you did once you looked into your memories.
Although you appreciated his every effort, he had made it clear. He saw you as nothing more than one of his precious gods. You liked to people watch, so you noticed right away.
His eyes, a beautiful vermillion, were answer enough. You had thought maybe, he could love you organically. So you did everything in your own power to spend time with him, keep him safe when he went too far on his nightly excursions and took care of him by bringing him food. You placed so much hope and effort, and althought you knew it was a slim chance... you wanted to at least live the dream.
And now... here you are. He rejected your love privately, when you both when into his office to take care of paperwork. It only took one sentence to shatter your heart into pieces, never to be one again.
"I appreciate your gestures, Your Grace, but I am not worthy of your love."
If only you knew he loved you as much as you loved him.
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treehouse-void · 1 year
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Fighting practice
I have permission from @into-the-null-and-void. All characters belong them. Pokemon belongs to Nintendo. Please check out the OCs' owner's stuff after this because they deserve it.
Gia was running around in tall grass, her ears just barely poking out of the top. She heard a portal opening and closing shortly after it opened. As she went to investigate, she heard her name being called by a familiar voice. The Eevee quickly realized who it was and ran over.
"Dad!" She calls out, running into his open arms. As she starts to relax, he picks her up and starts chatting with her.
"Heya kiddo! How have you been?" Immortale asks her. She responds that she's doing good and asks him how he's doing, to which the dragon responds that he's been doing good as well and that he's been keeping himself busy with inventions. He then asks if anyone has been troubling her and she replies with a "not really". He sighs as he sets her down, relieved he doesn't have to beat up anyone. Her dad then explains why else he's there.
"... I'm here to train you!" He told her. She got excited at this and jumps out of his arms. She starts to wonder how her training will go, guessing each way with examples in her head, changing it from bipedal to quad. Immortale continues, saying that it's about time and that he's going to help her with her powers, both ones she knows she has and ones she's unaware of.
They walk out to an empty field and pulls out a portable sheild ring. He then tosses it in the center to create a barrier around them and keep everything safe from what was to come. He then asks her to show him what she's got, "and don't hold back".
She did exactly that. The Eevee hit her dad with a powerful scratch, powerful enough to cut through his hoodie but not his scales. He complimented her strength while giving her a tip, saying that she should try to be "hard to his, and hard to see" followed by him pining her down as an example. He let her free after she told him that she understood.
He then decided to focus on her null energy, something she hadn't used before. He explained that it helps to "focus on something of importance" to her. She thought for a bit and chose to focus the her dad and the time they spend together. Using these memories, she strikes.
It took Immortale by surprise. He hadn't expect this from her, not that he was complaining despite his broken rib. He tells her good job, gives a tip saying that if she focuses more she can deal stronger blows, and sits in the grass to heal himself. She goes over and takes a break with him, and makes sure he isn't too injured. Her dad reassures her that he'll be fine. While he was healing and thinking about how far she's come, Gia starts wondering how much worse it could've been. The only thing that kept her from starting to stress was her dad's presence. They talked for a bit and she explained what made her attack so powerful, which made him feel better about how he is as a parent.
After he healed, they moved on to mental fighting. He gave her three methods to choose from: intimidate, underestimate, or affect their minds. Using this as a chance to practice controlling how much serotonin she releases, she chooses the last one. She gets into a battle stance and starts releasing them in his direction. At first it works, but then she hits what feels like an aura of rage. Immortale encourages his daughter to try harder, and she does. She eventually is able to push past the rage aura and he fully calms down. He asks her to stop, saying she did well, and decides not to do a Quick Attack.
After resting up for a short bit, they move on to physical strength. He grabs some equipment and puts leg straps on her legs, explaining that they'll give her some resistance especially when running and will increase her muscle mass. After putting her's on, he puts on his own and picks a hill off in the distance as the destination and she agrees to it. They start their trek, but not before forgetting to put the shield down.
During their walk, Gia started thinking about what will happen when they get there. "I hope it's some food," she thought, not because she was hungry but because she loves to watch him cook. Her dad breaks her train of thought and asks her how the weights are, to which she says that they're "just the right weight" for her. They eventually get there and, after taking the equipment off and wanting to do zoomies, she asked what he was planning on cooking. She could never choose a favorite meal of his, and she would say that proudly to anyone who asked, so she wasn't fazed when she was told that he was planing on making something with meat while pulling out a piece of pork. Instead, all it did was narrow down what she guessed he was making while she gathered dry bits of grass. While she did that, he got some sticks and waited to start the fire. She eventually came back with the dry bits of grass and gave them to him. He proceeded to use them to help the fire start.
After intently watching him cook, an old habit of her's, and eating with him while spending quality father-daughter time together, they plan on bringing someone in to help her get stronger. As he heads back through another portal, he offers to take her with. Almost immediately, she gets up and is ready to go. They go through and the portal shuts behind them.
Thanks for reading everyone who did. Sorry it's long, I'm not used to writing stuff like this on tumblr. Although if you did enjoy, please check out my Wattpad account. It's under the same username as here so it shouldn't be too hard to find. ^^'
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butnobodycame627 · 3 years
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Wow okay Alicization is really bloody
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bontenten · 3 years
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Bewitch
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Pairings: Osamu x F!Reader x Atsumu; Miyacest WC: 7.4k Genre/Warnings: smut, fairytale retelling (Hansel and Gretel), magic au, dubcon/noncon, incest (miyacest), fear, knife, monster, bondage, snuff, vore, gore/blood, object insertion, body horror, a bit of size, tummy bulge, oral (m.receiving), anal (m. receiving), masturbation (f. & m.), voyeurism, arson...
Summary: The unexpected guests at your cottage have a mysterious past and hidden agenda. Will they allow you to accompany them on their journey?
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Travelers are advised not to spend the night in the Dark Woods. It's said that beyond the last hiking trail, past a brook, lives an Evil Witch. That witch is vile and merciless; often, fools lost in the woods are never seen again. It's said that she must be over 800 years old, feeding off of the essences of children and young men unfortunate enough to cross her paths. It’s said that she even eats fellow witches. No one really knows. After all, no one who has seen her has lived to tell the tale.
It's been a few months since your teacher has left you to fend for yourself here in the woods—your first time alone during this apprenticeship. She said she had to attend a big conference with a whole bunch of other grand witches. You asked if you could tag along, but she insisted that you stay and watch the cottage. The lack of company is about to drive you insane so you often resort to conversing with yourself or the forest itself.
The soft moss muffles the sound of your footsteps as you begin the trek back home, a faint off-trail path away from the main road that no one else would usually notice. On any other day, you would just go home without a fuss, but loneliness makes people do some bizarre and odd things. For instance, the desperate longing for companionship leads to you dropping a not-so-hidden trail of fancy pebbles to inadvertently lead someone to your abode.
For most travelers, going off-trail is akin to a death sentence as any wrong turn might lure them into the forest's deadly maze. Not for you though, you know this place very well: every fallen tree, overturned log, the wanted signs nailed to the trunk...
Wait. A wanted sign?
You can make out from your distance that there are two heads on it, but the details are fuzzy, and the bounty looks smudged. Before you can get a closer look, you hear the birds caw in the trees, signaling the beginning of sunset. You pull your attention away from the poster and continue on to your way home.
The cottage is extremely cozy and warm. The windows are bejeweled and the door is solid wood. You live here comfortably with your teacher, after all, learning about the principles of magic and what it means to be a witch. It's much more than curses and spells, as your teacher would tell you, witches have character and a moral compass. Although there are certainly those who decide to experiment with the darker arts.
While you get a fire going in the huge furnace and boil some water on the stovetop, you hear two voices squabbling outside followed by three raps on the door. You're stunned by the noise, turning to face the shut door wondering if you were just dreaming about the noise. Is it? Visitors? No, you must have heard wrong.
"'Samu, I bet it's a farce, let's not." The voice sounds both tired and weary, almost out of breath.
"Let me just try again, I can smell a working kitchen in there, someone is definitely there," another voice insists. Three more knocking sounds. "Excuse me! Is the owner of the house available? My brother and I followed a path of colored stone and came upon your establishment...could you spare us some water? A bite of food?"
Two men, though they sound friendly. You're frozen in the kitchen, staring at the door that remains between you and the strangers.
"Is there someone home?" The second voice tries again. "Please, my brother is not feeling very well."
Your initial wariness for the stranger melts when you hear about the brother, which does not sound like a lie based on the raspy voice you first hear. A witch's character is fundamentally kind to all sentient beings, especially those in need. But you're still nervous, so you end up grabbing a metal ladle before carefully going to open the door. When you crack the door open, you see a pair of twins. Beautiful men, one blonde and one grey-haired. The former, with a quirky grin, although his eyes certainly look lackluster. But the other seems like he's at the right place, eyes peering past you into your home, fixated on your kitchen.
"I'm Osamu. And this," he gestures to his twin, "is my brother Atsumu. We're a bit lost, you see."
You nod your head in a casual greeting and introduce yourself as the resident apprentice at this cottage. As a good host should, you open the door to the weary guests preparing to welcome them in.
"Are we welcomed in?" Osamu asks, not moving from his spot. Atsumu isn’t budging either, arms crossed and only looking at you from the corner of his eye, waiting for your answer.
Without giving much thought you nod and open the door wider. "Both of you are most welcomed in."
"Then we thank you for your hospitality," Osamu says, taking a step inside, dragging his twin with him.
Words, especially spoken words carry power and hold intent. And a witch's words, no matter how careless they slip out, contain magic. Welcome, as you say. So welcome, they are.
You shut the door behind them and prepare to go give your first-ever guests some water. When you turn around, you notice Osamu already in the kitchen, the sleeves of his tunic rolled up past his elbows.
"Your food is about to burn. Heat's too high," he tells you, expertly taking control of the sizzling pots and pans. "I got it, don't worry."
Feeling flustered at the faint smell of scorching food, you hurry over to see if you can be of any assistance. "Let me help out."
"No, it's quite alright."
How can a host let her guests do all the work like that? And the first company in a while too! What an utter failure.
"How—" you try to argue back, but you're cut off by Atsumu tugging on your wrist, dragging you over to the sofa in the corner.
"Don't worry about him, he loves to cook." Atsumu brushes out the wisps of his bangs with a huff. "And actually quite good at it. Anything that goes through his hands...well, in short, all become part of his design."
Like his twin, Atsumu's frame is broad and huge, but there is a quality of emptiness of sorts. Osamu's shoulders are wide but there's more substance to it, whereas Atsumu's form seems contained. You can't help but use your learnings to see if you can figure out just what's off about Atsumu. He's slowly walking around the living room and studying the portraits hanging on the wall. He picks up a frame that is set above the fireplace and comments, "None of these are you. How come?"
"Oh, they're my teacher. I'm just a witch-in-training at the moment, so—"
"A witch?" Atsumu questions, clenching the frame tightly. His hands begin to shake, the glass under his thumb beginning to crack.
You did not expect Atsumu to display such a visceral reaction upon the mention of witches. After all, witches normally stayed far away from ordinary human society and when they do mix, it's often a role of healing. But the look that sparks in Atsumu's eyes, it's almost—feral.
"'Tsumu!" Osamu yells while stalking over quickly from the kitchen. He throws his arm around Atsumu's neck and drags him off into the shadows. You can't make out the muffled voices and deep growling noises that are coming from down the hall.
It's their private matter, so you go back to the kitchen. True enough, Osamu's hands are almost like magic. The bubbling pot of broth doesn't seem to be on the verge of overflowing, the onions caramelizing beautifully, filling the air with deliciousness.
Moments later, the twins come back. You notice that Osamu clothes are wrinkled from tugging Atsumu around, but at the very least, Atsumu is looking much better than before.
The three of you set the table for dinner. Osamu brings out the plates as though he knows the kitchen inside and out already. Atsumu comes emerging from the cellar with two bottles of fine wine that you didn't even know your teacher had stowed away. Surely, she wouldn't mind? With Osamu and Atsumu sitting to the left and right of you at the round table, it almost feels like a more familiar, cozier gathering between friends than a situation of a host and her guests.
They tell you that they have been traveling across the lands for a long time now, looking for a cure for Atsumu's illness. It reminds you of the hollow, repressed form you saw earlier and your curiosity gets the better of you. They don't tell you the nature of the malady, but what they do share is that they are looking for a witch to undo the curse on Atsumu, a result of dark witchcraft.
"I am a witch!" you exclaim, feeling your call to action at the moment. "Please, is there truly nothing for me to help to undo the spell?"
Osamu leans in close to you, and wipes a bit of sauce staining the corner of your lips with the pad of his thumb. He smiles. "We're looking for a very high-level witch. One day, maybe you'll get to the level of magic needed."
"You're too weak," Atsumu bluntly points out. You're sure Osamu means to say the same thing, but Atsumu's words are really sharp.
"I know," you sigh. "My teacher tells me that all the time. So, I'm really trying. I'm sure there's at least something I can do."
"I definitely think that. Don't be so hard on yourself," Osamu comforts. "Have you been living alone here for a long time?"
You feel two pairs of eyes glued onto you waiting for your answer. You smile reflexively before your eyes trail to the empty plate and carefully choose your words. "Yea. Just me and my teacher. She's a grand witch...maybe if you wait here for a few days, you can meet her when she comes back from her conference."
"We—"
"We'll be gone tomorrow!" Atsumu snaps, staring into Osamu's eyes.
Osamu doesn't pay any mind to Atsumu, and puts an extra piece of dessert onto your plate.
"We have a long way to go. Atsumu's condition isn't getting better, so we can't stop in one place for long."
It makes you a little sad, because you were hoping to spend some more time with the twins, both of whom you have grown fond of. Osamu and his gentleness. And even Atsumu, despite his quick remarks and outbursts, adds a particular spice to your mundane life.
"Maybe we'll bring you with us," Osamu comments lightly, "'Tsumu, wouldn't that be nice?"
"She'll just be dead weight," Atsumu retorts. You wonder if he absolutely hates you. Is that why he is always so against you being next to Osamu?
Osamu puts an arm around you and blows on the shell of your ear. It tickles and you can feel his body enveloping you. "But she's so sweet," he tells Atsumu and whispers into your ear, "Aren't you?"
You find your wandering gaze looking into his half-lidded grey eyes. His face is right next to you, lips just hovering barely five centimeters away. The overwhelming presence of him is undeniably alluring. Your breaths become shallow as your heart rate speeds up with desire.
"I'm exhausted! 'Samu you too. We're going to bed!" Atsumu drops the silverware onto his plate and stands up. He comes around the table, muttering curses under his breath. Atsumu grabs Osamu by the wrist and drags him off towards the guest bedroom you have shown them before.
You didn't quite catch Atsumu's angry mutters, but you hear "slut" and "harlot" thrown around a few times. Were they directed at you? No, you're not like that, you tell yourself. Atsumu must have been thinking that you are trying to seduce his twin. After you clear out the table, you decide to clear up any misunderstanding.
You tip-toe down the hall to the guest bedroom prepared to knock when you hear muffled sounds coming from inside. You carefully press your ears to the crevice of the door and clamp a hand around your mouth upon hearing the stream of moans.
"'Samu, 'Samu please, ah—"
That's Atsumu? Your eyes are wide and still trying to process the shock of what you're hearing. You tell yourself you shouldn't be here. You should not be listening to whatever is happening behind the closed door, but you can't help it. Hearing Atsumu's moans makes you want to squirm.
You slightly jump when you hear a slap, followed with a pleasured groan. The sound is so clean it feels as though the phantom hands are touching your own heated skin.
Osamu's chuckle nearly makes your knees weak.
"Don't get cocky, if it were any other day ngh—, any other day, I would be the one pushing you into the mattress."
Slap. "Shut up, cute 'Tsumu. I like you being so needy for me like this. What do you want from me? Tell me."
"Fuck me, 'Samu."
"With pleasure."
The wood creaks loudly and you tell yourself, you really need to get out as you back away and try to quickly walk down the hall back to your bedroom.
You throw the door open and lock the door behind you with a click. With your eyes closed, you try to steady your breath and the building heat in your core. It's quiet. There's no noise coming from their room. But they are twins! 
You remind yourself that a witch is all-accepting and kind. There are so many circumstances beyond your understanding, judgement is not a part of your nature. And if what they are performing is wrong, what should you say about yourself? You peel off your clothes and step out of the soaked panty that is proof of your lust.
Pillows are fluffed and covers are pulled over your body. You try to sleep, but each time you are about to drift, Atsumu's cries of pleasure come back into your head. Your hand trails down your navel until the fingertips trace over your clit. Gathering some slick from your cunt, you drag it across the sensitive bud.
You shudder from the touch as images, constructed in your fantasy, cloud your mind. You imagine Atsumu's hands spreading your legs apart and Osamu's teasing words next to your ear. He would tell you to open wide and shove his cock down your throat. You suck on three of your fingers until lips wrap over the knuckles, your saliva pooling from hunger. And slip your fingers into your cunt easily, curling them against the plush walls.
"F-fuck me," you moan into your pillow.
With pleasure.
You quiver, clit pulsating, and your pussy juice dripping into your palm. The wash from the high soon takes you into sleep. All throughout the night, you squirm and feel the phantom sensation of being watched. Not just observed, but studied, by two pairs of glinting hungry eyes. You can almost imagine them on either side of the bed, trapping you into the mattress no matter which way you turn.
A few times the weird feelings almost pull you awake, but you don't dare crack an eye open to confirm your suspicions until the morning light begins to filter through the windows, rousing you from sleep. The air is filled with fragrant herbs and the sizzle of delicious brunch from someone awake before you.
No doubt, it's Osamu, because who else can it be? Atsumu? Please. The twins....
You climb out of bed and stretch your neck on the way to the washroom. Your bedroom door is open, but it's too early to notice that detail.
"Morning!" Osamu greets you from the kitchen. You find a fresh mug of coffee shoved into your hands from him.
You mumble thanks and sip at the brew while watching Osamu fry the eggs. Osamu looks to be deep in thought, probably thinking about something pleasant from the faint smile ghosting on his face. You feel a pang of guilt from both listening to their private lives, and also the strange feelings that maybe they heard your private life too—it's all your paranoia talking.
"You're so talented," you blurt out, fisting the fabric of your long skirt.
"Thanks, but better not let 'Tsumu hear ya, he gets jealous super easily."
Even if Atsumu hears, it's fine. You really mean both of them. Both of the twins both seem super talented as a duo; like they've been out there and seen the world. Meanwhile, you're still stuck here, without company. Would it be possible...if they simply stayed?
Osamu senses the words that are stuck in your mouth and answers them for you. "We're gonna be leaving right after breakfast. There's still lots of ground to cover today," he explains, plating the pancake before preparing to ladle a spoonful of batter for the next one.
"Do you have to leave?" you ask, almost pleading.
"It's cozy here and comfortable. We enjoy your company too, but we have to go. Your teacher would hate us, immensely, and on top of that...let's just say, we're always on the run."
"You say it like you two are fugitives or something."
Osamu chuckles and leans closer to you, hot breath flaming your cheeks, or maybe it's just the heat from the stove. A teasing grin pulls his cheeks up slightly as your eyes flicker over to see his lips spell out, "Maybe. Scared?"
Embarrassed, you take a defensive step back, squeaking and bumping into another body.
"MORNING!" Atsumu announces behind you. He's in good spirits and he has his hands on your waist to steady you; he sniffs your hair and smiles before letting you go. "I smell something delicious."
"Breakfast is ready," Osamu says, plating the pancakes. "Hungry 'Tsumu?"
"Tch." Atsumu shoves past you and knees Osamu, mood doing a complete 180. You're almost left like a fly on the wall as you watch the scene unfold.
Osamu is quick to catch his balance while keeping watch on the stove. "Not awake yet?" Osamu grins and passes him a plate of pancakes, essentially telling him to shut up and eat. "Who shoved a stick up your ass? Go eat."
"Fuck you."
"Hm."
Atsumu grumbles but digs into his food anyway. Osamu catches your amused expression in the corner and explains, "It's always like that between us. It's our...way of showing how much we care."
"I know." It's sort of endearing, the banter between the two brothers. Even if the world turns against them, no matter what the odds are, at least Miya Osamu will have Miya Atsumu, and Atsumu will have Osamu. Perhaps it's exactly that sort of bond the two share that you're envious of. Body and soul. Because if only you could have just an ounce of that sort of familiarity with another. But you're just an outsider without an invitation to join in.
While you're mulling over your thoughts, you don't catch the darkening gazes being exchanged between the twins. At some point, Atsmu's plate is already emptied and the wooden table is cleared while you're still lost in your mind. Osamu is fiddling with the metal tea strainer, bobbing it up and down to brew a mug of tea. He threads a cotton string in and out like it's a plaything.
"Do you really want to be with us?" Osamu asks nonchalantly. "'Tsumu and I were talking about it. If you do, maybe we can work something out."
"I just..." You feel like this is your final chance to tell them that you don't want them to go. None of the going around circle hinting that you have been doing. This is the moment to just tell it to them. If you miss this chance, you feel like you won't have another. And even though a pit pulls at your inwards telling you to reconsider, you're brave. "I just want to be together with you all, and help you cure Atsumu. My teacher is so talented, I'm sure she'll have a remedy."
They grin.
Osamu is a great cook, he can do that. Atsumu sometimes seems lazy, but he's super strong and quick to help too. And you can pick up all sorts of other tasks in the area! Maybe because they're so helpful, your teacher will even let them stay once Atsumu is cured. Maybe they can learn magic too! You have heard of warlocks who are powerful with spells too. And you can already imagine, the three of you, like a team, eventually going out into the world to fight demons and monsters and—
"Open wide," a sultry voice sounds next to you. Backing away automatically, you find Atsumu standing right behind you.
"W-wait," your voice shakes, stuck in your throat. "What are—"
His fingers reach for your mouth, prying it open. Before you can voice your distaste, a warm, metal ball gets shoved into your mouth, the thin chain quickly tangles into your hair. The faint traces of tea seep out of its small holes down your tongue and throat, while some spill out the corner of your mouth like trails of drool down your jawline.
Osamu smiles and wipes the liquid away with his thumb, relishing in how your widening eyes gape at him in confusion.
"Being together," he answers the question you wanted to ask, "is what you want isn't it?" He takes a spool of kitchen twine and begins to secure the tea strainer in your mouth. The thin cotton threads wrap around your head over and over again, tightening the steel against your tongue.
You shake your head and try to take another step away from the man you're beginning to become wary of, but the strong grip of Atsumu's hands on your shoulder prevents you from squirming at all. His fingers dig into your flesh, and when you turn to look at him you catch a glint in his eyes, glowering down at you.
"No, no, no, behave," he taunts you, "listen to 'Samu. He'll make you feel real good, trust me."
With the gag in your mouth, all you can let out are weak, warbling gargles from the back of your throat. Why are you doing this? You weren't like this before? Loud snorts flare out your nostrils from the fear screaming through your body.
Osamu comes back with a paring knife, examining the edge under the sunlight filtering in through the stained glass. He presses the cool blade along your cheek, dragging with the dull edge just enough so the sharp end doesn't cut your skin. You feel your knees growing weak and if not for Atsumu's hold on you, you would sink into a shuddering heap on the floor.
"You know, I think you might be the best meal yet," Osamu compliments, blade trailing down to your collarbone. The tip of the knife toys with the first button, pressing tension on the x-cross stitching. Snap. The first button pops off, dropping onto the wooden floor and rolling away to an inconspicuous corner. "I'll prep you well."
Snap. Snap. Snap. Snap. The knife flicks again and all the buttons clatter on the floor before running away for refuge.
Atsumu has cleared the table already and you find yourself hoisted up and laid onto the surface like a slab of meat on a cutting board. The cold surface presses against the back of your shoulder and ass. Osamu ties your wrist together with a hemp rope and secures the other end around the table leg. He also secures your ankles to two other anchor points.
You're utterly exposed and ashamed at your body's display, mortified at how your body is reacting when you catch sight of Atsumu, his eyes dilated, looking at your slit that you know is drenched already. The rough texture of the rope presses painfully into your skin from how tight the bindings are. You can only let out gagged whines in complaint, chest rising up and down from the loud breaths.
"Can't do, love," Osamu chides, kissing the knot at your wrist, satisfied with the results. His fingertips trail down to cup your jaw and his thumb runs across the tea strainer. You close your eyes and groan at his touch. Osamu murmurs, "I won't let anything go to waste."
Atsumu is growing impatient at the sight of his twin treating you like the finest specimen ever. You're not the first one. You won't be the last one, but he still can't stand the sight of someone looking just like himself having first tastes while he's missing out himself. He wants to shove Osamu aside, but he knows that Osamu absolutely hates it when he ravages the meal when it's not ready.
Atsumu unzips his pants and lets his hardened, leaking cock spring free. You stare at Atsumu who is fixated on his own pleasure. His hand wraps around his cock and pumps the length up and down.
Osamu turns your head to look at himself instead. "Someone there is impatient, but let's not learn from him, okay? I want to take you slow, make sure you'll be ready. I don't want you stressed, you release too much cortisol and that toughens the meat."
Anything that goes through his hands...well, in short, all become part of his design.
His hand kneads your breast and toys with your nipple, circling and tugging on the tiny, erect bud.
"Relax," he whispers into your ear. "Just like you did last night."
You try to clamp your thighs shut from reflex. Immediately the resistance from the rope ties stop your movements. Osamu squeezes your thighs and pushes them apart once more.
"Right here isn't it, after hearing me fuck 'Tsumu..." Osamu's finger runs down the sides of your labia. "You just couldn't help touching yourself too huh?"
He knows. They know. You feel your cheeks burn at the realization.
"There's nothing embarrassing about it. If anyone should be, it should be us twins, " Osamu's fingers easily slip in, your pussy already dripping with arousal. "Oh woops, I shouldn't need to comfort you. You're clearly not shy."
Osamu's fingers are thick and long, able to reach far deeper than you ever can. Your tongue is still struggling against the gag while your saliva steeps the tea leaves trapped in the ball.
"Oi," Atsumu cuts in with annoyance. "I thought you said to not play with food. What the fuck are you doing, chef?"
Osamu stops his finger in you for a moment before dragging them out. You're trembling at the sudden emptiness and desire to fill the space immediately. The lack of stimulation is irritating and you are desperate.
Osamu walks up to Atsumu, bringing his drenched fingers covered in your slick to his lips for a taste. Before he can do so, Atsumu grabs Osamu's wrist and takes in those digits, sucking on them gingerly.
Osamu smiles and runs the other hand through Atsumu's hair.
"Patience is a virtue, 'Tsumu, I was just getting her fully prepared for you. I'm giving her all to you already, you couldn't even let me have a taste of her?"
Atsumu releases Osamu's fingers with a pop. "I never said I wasn't going to share," he mutters before pulling Osamu in for a kiss, passing the taste of you along their tongues.
Your body jostles as you finally get a visual matching what you heard last night. You feel your pussy leaking with more excitement, the arousal drips all the way down to your asshole. And the more you squirm, it's as though the rope ties become tighter and tighter, rubbing your skin raw. But even that pain is incomparable to the need to quell your fire.
Atsumu pulls away and presses one last kiss on Osamu's nose. "I always love what you serve, thank you 'Samu." Your heart rate rapidly speeds up as Atsumu comes towards you. He's positioned between your legs, both hands on your thighs, marveling at the display of your body. His hands feel hot.
Atsumu grins. "You probably didn't expect me to be the one taking you, huh?" He guides his cock to your entrance, the bulging tip prodding along your puffy lips. "Did you want Osamu to be the one fucking you?"
No? You want to argue, straining your head up slightly, but only tea-laced saliva drips out from the corners of your mouth.
"'Fuck me, 'Samu. Fuck me, please.' Is that what you heard? Is that what you wanted to say too?"
Your screams are muffled whimpers.
Osamu snorts off to the side, watching Atsumu do exactly what he accused Osamu earlier of: playing with his food. Hypocrite.
Atsumu glares at Osamu before turning his attention back to you. "You'll be begging for me, Atsumu, after I'm done with you."
He lines himself at your entrance and inches himself in, groaning at how your cunt is somehow just sucking him in. You're so warm and tight inside, wrapping perfectly around every part of him. He sits in you for a moment, just enjoying being blanketed by your muscles and chuckling how you tighten around him every now and then.
You whine, urging Atsumu to move a little.
"Okay, okay. Geez, and 'Samu says I'm impatient." Atsumu slowly draws his cock out and snaps his hips forward, the base of his balls slapping against your ass. He delights at how you squeeze your eyes shut and continues rocking into you at a comfortable pace.
Osamu enjoys standing off to the side for a while. He always liked watching Atsumu savor and delight the food he prepares. Atsumu always eats with such gusto. It should have always been that way, until the witch ruined everything. The curse, an experiment with the dark arts, should have never happened. Above all else, it should never have been on Atsumu. Osamu can only wonder if the reason they are subjected to this fate is because they are twins. Until a cure is found, Atsumu, his most beloved other, will have to replenish himself in this way.
A sharp pain rips through you and tears well up in your eyes. You feel Atsumu's cock suddenly begin to pulsate and grow in size. At first, you thought it was because you're clamping down on him too hard and will yourself to relax. But the cock, the thing, is certainly unnatural now. And between your tear-stained vision, you can just barely make out... Monster.
You begin to thrash wildly, head tossing side to side, back arched as much as you can in a futile escape attempt. Atsumu's claws rest on your hips while he pounds into you furiously. His groans, now deep growls, send vibrations that you can feel within your throbbing clit. You fear that you'll actually be ripped in half by the way Atsumu is thrusting into you. The engorged cockhead hits your cervix each time and his ball sack, even heavier, bowls and knocks against you.
Osamu unfolds his arms and comes over.
"It'll only hurt if you don't relax," he tells you, reaching out to press on your clit. "Just let him have his way."
"Go fuck her somewhere else," Atsumu snarls. His voice is warped and bellowing. Your mind is getting foggy as Osamu's fingers on your clit don't stop teasing the bud while having a petty talk with Atsumu. And Atsumu, ticked off by Osamu, picks up his speed.
"There we go, now that's beautiful," Osamu comments, taking his hand away and watching you unfurl in your pleasure. Your abused cunt is puffy when Atsumu pulls out, and you feel the thick liquid start to flow out when you take breaths.
"No, don't do that," Osamu chides, taking three fingers to gather the cum spilling out and stuffing it back in. "Better keep it all in. 'Tsumu isn't done with you yet."
Not yet? You can't even voice your thoughts except weakly shaking your head and moaning into the steel gag. In the moment, your stomach rumbles loudly.
"'Samu, she's hungry," Atsumu points out, rubbing your tummy. "You feed her and I'll stuff her."
Osamu ruffles Atsumu's long hair and gives his new, erected horns a teasing squeeze. Atsumu yelps at the touch. "'Samu!"
"Okay, okay," Osamu relents and stands next to your head. You see him take the paring knife again and slide the icy blade between the cotton ties and your hot cheek. A quick slice and you feel the pressure of the gag release. Osamu removes the tea strainer from your mouth and tosses it into the sink.
"Must have been so over-brewed, I apologize for that," he says. You know he doesn't mean it at all.
"Why?" you croak out. Your jaw and cheeks are sore from being held in position for so long. There's so many things you believe you can ask why about. Why they are prepping you like a meal, fucking you like a toy...Why Atsumu is the way he is. Why Osamu is not who you think he is either. Why you.
Despite Atsumu's grotesque figure, you're sure that you fear this twin more. Osamu's thoughts are so well-hidden behind his eyes; he never gives away what he's thinking or planning. You can only accept his decisions from the receiving end.
"Because of Atsumu," Osamu answers. Everything is for 'Tsumu. "I'll feed you."
Osamu cradles your head with both hands, his fingers tangled in your hair. He prods his cock against your lips. Feeling your resistance, he grips your hair tightly, painfully pulling on your scalp, and presses the tip of his cock to force your lips open. You nearly gag at the length entering your throat and your hands ball into tight fists. Your nose is buried in the base of his cock, pressing into his balls. Each breath you take is heavy with his musky, hot scent.
It's easy to focus on Osamu's cock fucking into your throat, leaving an unamused, monstrous twin off to the side preparing to turn your attention back to him by force.
Atsumu rubs himself against you, preparing to enter you again. You're sure that he has become even bigger. When the tip pushes through, your body attempts to fight the intrusion in self-preservation. The claws at your hips dig in and Atsumu all but pulls you onto his length like a sock. You scream around Osamu's cock, throat clenching around his thick length, and nearly black out from the stretch.
You never had anything this big in you before. Atsumu lifts you up slightly, his grasp becoming large enough to encircle around your whole waist. Your ankles are still tethered and tug on you, much to Atsumu's annoyance. He easily slices through the bondages with a sharp claw. Now free of restraints, Atsumu can cradle you more easily, finally pushing the last section into you. 
Crack!
You can’t cry while you're stuffed with Osamu’s cock, but tears stream endlessly from your eyes. You’re sure your pelvic floor is broken, completely forced apart in a futile attempt to accommodate Atsumu stuffing you beyond your physical capacity. Your hips give out as your two legs, bone out from their sockets, dangle grotesquely.
“Just focus on me,” Osamu wipes your tears away and continues to pump into you. But you cannot focus on the human object in your mouth when your whole lower half and inwards are broken, stretched or squashed.
"Hey look ‘Samu! It's bulging," Atsumu marvels at the imprint of his tip pushing your flesh out from the inside. “Look, my cock is saying ‘hello’.”
Atsumu excitement translates into messy thrusts, treating your body like a game. “Maybe I can even touch your dick through her!” 
Your whole body is numb, the brain shuts its pain signals off completely, and hormones pour through your bloodstream in overdrive. The broken climax spasms through your body like the last bits of a faltering system.
“Better hurry...she’s...she’s fading soon,” Osamu warns between his grunts. He clasps your head and spurts his seed into you. You mindlessly swallow every drop of him, letting the contents slowly flow down your throat. You can’t process anything nor recognize any of the murky images. Who are you? Where are you?
Your memory fades in and out as your eyesight drifts between black and white. You can’t do anything about how the monster is now on all fours over your body, unrecognizable as Atsumu. You don’t feel any fear towards this grotesque figure. You don’t register how his tongue licks your neck.
Your mouth is now empty but you can’t formulate syllables.
“I’m sorry,” you hear Osamu whisper before sharp fangs pierce into your jugular, digging in deeper and tearing a chunk out. Red sprays across your body in fast spurts, drenching Atsumu and covering Osamu. The teeth at your throat gnaw at the flesh, starved, tearing through the skin, fat, and tissues like a child crunching fruit. 
You can feel the droplets falling onto your face like fresh rain after a storm. You vaguely remember your teacher and her warning of strangers. She always reprimanded you and you wanted to make her proud. There will no longer be any chance of that now. You weren’t a good student, and only an utter failure.
Osamu waits for Atsumu to finish you off. Atsumu always gets messy at this point. Osamu tried to help Atsumu section his prey off by cutting and organizing the limbs and even attempted to debone the meal beforehand, but Atsumu has his preferences, and Osamu respects them. So, Osamu delegates cleaning duties to himself instead. 
You’re already beyond recognition when Osamu comes back with barrels of oil. All that is left is a kitchen stained with blood and a pile of bone with chewed connective tissue left. Atsumu sometimes eats the bones too, but not always.
“‘Tsumu, are you full now?” Osamu asks, reaching out to cradle his twin. Atsumu has now transformed back to the way he is supposed to be. Osamu threads his hand through Atsumu’s blonde hair and inhales his twin’s scent.
Atsumu doesn’t respond and tugs at Osamu’s collar, trailing down his arm to bring Osamu’s hand to his own cock.
Osamu grins and kisses the top of Atsumu’s head. “Do you want to fuck me ‘Tsumu? I know you like to, after your meals.”
Atsumu whines and nips at Osamu’s jaw, pushing the twin down on the blood-stained floor.
“Okay, okay.” Osamu unzips and pulls down his pants before crawling onto all fours.
Atsumu’s hand cups Osamu’s ass and pries the cheeks open before curiously fingering at the specimen plugging Osamu’s hole. Atsumu holds onto the base and turns the object, before laughing.
“‘Samu, what is this you have in your ass,” Atsumu teases. “I like this presentation.”
This time, Osamu is the one embarrassed. “Last meal, it hurt like hell. So...I wanted to prepare a little.”
“With an egg holder?” Atsumu cackles again, fiddling with the ceramic object. “Should’ve just told me ‘Samu, I could never bear to hurt you.”
Atsumu holds onto the base and slowly pulls the object out before tossing it aside. He smiles and teases Osamu’s enlarged hole that’s opening and closing around nothing. Gathering up some saliva, he spits onto Osamu’s asshole before lining his cock at the rim and slowly pushing in.
Along with the curse comes a near insatiable lust. Atsumu knows that if he doesn’t fulfill his need to fuck or be fucked, he will snap. He doesn’t really care who he kills during a frenzy of that sort, but it’s too risky to get Osamu caught up in the collateral.
The witch that wanted to create the perfect weapon, failed. She failed because she underestimated the twins’ bonds for each other. She failed because the twins discovered that witches excrete a very special hormone in their body after climax, and it is exactly that substance that is slowly curing Atsumu. With every witch eaten and absorbed, Atsumu is healing and gaining magical powers. He is even capable of passing those essences to Osamu. One day, everything will be the way it's supposed to be.
Osamu plays with a few strands of Atsumu’s hair. Atsumu’s softened cock still buried inside of him. Atsumu has his jaw resting on Osamu’s shoulder.
“You make me feel so good,” Atsumu sighs, enjoying the quiet moments after his high.
“And what about her?” Osamu asks, gesturing to the table where your remains are still at.
“She made me feel good too. The best one yet, but don’t be jealous.”
“Come on, let’s clean up and get out of here.”
After washing their bodies and changing into clean clothes, Atsumu and Osamu are ready to say goodbye to the cottage they have overstayed their welcomes at.
"Let's go 'Samu, we're already behind." Atsumu finishes dumping the last bucket of oil along the edges of the room.
The clamor of boots stride across the creaking wood. As though with the passing of its owner, the cottage itself has lost the will to live.
"Coming," Osamu calls back, walking past the makeshift funeral pyre for you. He notices a flash on the ground and bends down to pick up a button.
"'Samu! Get the fuck out or I'll burn ya down too!"
"Yea, yea."
Osamu drops the button into his shirt pocket and joins his twin outside. Atsumu strikes a matchstick and tosses the small flame into the cottage. Fire meets oil and spreads in an instance, engulfing the cottage in an angry blend of orange and red, devouring all contents and remains within. The smell of scorched wood reaches the twins who are looking at the sight from a distance.
"She was good," Atsumu comments, looking at his twin unsure about what Osamu's grey eyes are thinking about. Atsumu realizes that he didn't specify what good exactly means. But it doesn't seem like Osamu is paying much attention. Is Osamu thinking about you? Is he unhappy? Does he regret what happened to you? Although what's done is done already, if time can go back, would Osamu choose? You or Atsumu?
Osamu slips his hand into Atsumu's, erasing the unspoken worries away. He gently leads Atsumu onto the trail, leaving the burning cottage behind.
"Stop thinking such nonsense," Osamu mutters, squeezing Atsumu's hand. No matter what happens, Atsumu will always come first. His needs, his desires. That's what it means for Osamu to love Atsumu. Even though the rest of the world may not understand the relationship the twins share, calling it depraved and disgusting, it's still selfless on their part. What sin is there to honestly love? What sin is there to try and save his loved ones?
While Osamu admits to himself that he does feel a deep attraction to you and knows that Atsumu feels the same pull as well, there's nothing that can be done about Atsumu's condition. But it's not as though you are completely gone. Your essences and core are within both twins, being absorbed as one with their bodies and soul. You'll forever be with them in that way, even if you no longer have any sentient memory of it.
Osamu fiddles the button in his pocket; there's still a physical reminder of you in that tiny form.
It must be about a twenty-minute trek from the burning site. Although the flames are already far from eyesight, the scorching smell and embers still drift over. The twins pick up their pace, eager to exit the forest before nightfall and make it to the next destination. On the way, they pass by the tree trunk with a wanted poster.
"They never get my best angles!" Atsumu complains, ripping a wanted poster that is nailed to the tree trunk.
"It's not like you have a good angle, ‘Tsumu."
"Shut it, we look the same ‘Samu. You're just calling yourself ugly too!"
Osamu shrugs and continues his trek down the main trail. Atsumu huffs, tearing the parchment into indistinguishable pieces before throwing the shreds up into the air like confetti.
"Wait up!"
Osamu stops in his tracks. "Hurry up, loser. We still have a long way to go."
Atsumu takes a few wide strides and swings his arm around his twin's shoulder. Behind them, a very light drizzle falls from the sky.
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Better Than Anyone Else - Castiel Imagine (Supernatural)
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Title: Better Than Anyone Else
Pairing: Castiel X Reader
Requested: by @zizzlekwum
Word Count: 1,306 words
Warning(s): cussing, kidnapping, insults, Dean can't really keep his mouth shut
Summary: (Season 5) (Y/n) and Castiel are taken hostage by angels in the hopes of getting information on how the Winchesters plan on stopping the apocalypse. (Y/n) finally reaches their boiling point with the angels that try to make Cas feel like shit.
Author's Note: I swear, Cas is one of my favorite characters to write for.
Hey! I did a rewrite of the ending of Supernatural. It took a really long time to complete, so it would mean a lot to me if you check it out. Here’s a link! (it’s on my personal account)
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I was seething.
I watched as the angels strutted around Cas and me. We were tied across from each other. Cas with some weird kind of chain and me with just rope.
They just kept poking at him.
Mocking him for his humanity. His caring nature.
It pissed me off.
"Isn't it pathetic," one of them asked. "Knowing that your choice to help the humans is pointless? You trusted them... cared about them... all for it to go to waste. They don't care about you, you're just a tool to them."
"Leave him alone," I snapped, tugging at the ropes harshly. I didn't even wince at the feeling of the material burning my skin.
"Shut up, you gnat," the 'head angel' of the group said. "You are one of the biggest reasons Castiel forgot his purpose."
"He didn't forget his purpose," I hissed. "He found it."
She held her blade to my neck, grabbing my hair so I couldn't wiggle away.
"He's one of the most caring creatures I've ever met," I continued, ignoring my fear. "He's a hero. Not just to me but to so many others. You are just trying to make him hate all he's done so he can be guilt-tripped into helping you. If you were worth helping, you wouldn't have to do that."
The angel nearly growled at me before stepping away.
I started combatting words with words.
"You mean nothing to them" was met with my response of "You're amazing and I'm honored to even know you."
"If you didn't have powers, they'd drop you like dead weight," was met with, "Don't listen to them. The boys and I think you're brilliant. You're amazing... a hero."
"They obviously don't need you... they would've saved you by now," was met with, "Sam and Dean will be here soon, they just can't teleport."
This continued until the doors were slammed open. I smiled to myself. Sam and Dean stormed in and started fighting. Sam quickly cut the ropes from my wrist and ankles and grabbed the blade the had rolled from one of the angels.
"One second," I said to Cas quickly, going after the main angel.
I sunk the blade into her stomach, ripping a key from around her vessel's neck.
"Didn't know angels used such basic locks on shit," I muttered, undoing the lock. Cas stood up instantly, moving me out of the way so he could smite an angel that was behind me.
The action died down and we all looked around to check on each other.
"All of us alright," Dean asked. I nodded. "Let's go, Bobby's waiting for us."
We went to walk out but Cas called my name. I turned back to him. He gently grabbed my hands. I blushed as I watched how careful he was as he healed the rope burns.
"Thank you," I mumbled, looking up at him.
I noticed how close we were. I took a deep breath in before turning around and following Sam and Dean. Cas teleported out.
"How are you feeling," Sam asked as Dean started driving.
"I've been better," I muttered. "They just kept insulting him. Like they knew it would hurt more than hitting him."
"What did you do," Sam asked.
"Defended him," I replied. "He deserved that. Even after they held a blade to my throat, I just wanted him to know that we cared."
There was a moment of silence.
"(Y/n)," Dean said carefully. "Do you promise not to hit me after I ask my next question?"
"I can't promise something like that, I've heard some dumb questions come out of your mouth," I replied, crossing my arms over my chest.
"Do you... love Cas," he asked.
My breath stopped in my throat for a moment.
I looked down. Was love the right word? Was that too far? I definitely liked him. He was sweet and brave but... love? He'd be uncomfortable if I said love. I sighed... maybe I did love him.
"I don't know if 'love' is too far or not," I finally admitted.
"Holy shit," Dean sounded so excited. I chuckled. "I fricking knew it! Sam, you owe me twenty bucks!"
"You bet on me?"
"...No," Dean suddenly turned guilty when he realized that I was unhappy with his choice.
"Sam."
"It was Dean's idea," he said, throwing his brother under the bus immediately. I looked at Dean.
"(Y/n)... listen..."
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I was looking through Bobby's basement for him. He was working on some project and just needed me to help him grab some things. I was happy too. Working with Bobby was not as scary as some would assume.
I was heading back up the stairs when I heard Cas and Dean in the kitchen.
"I just want to know why (Y/n) defended me so adamantly," I froze, realizing neither one had noticed me.
"I can't tell you that, Cas, you need to ask them," he replied.
"You know and won't tell me," Cas said it as a statement, not a question.
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because I can't."
"Dean, I don't understand-"
"I'm sorry, Cas, but this is (Y/n)'s business."
I guess I didn't know how long they had been going around in a circle. Still, what happened next made me want to throw what I was holding at Dean's head.
"Is there something wrong with (Y/n)? Are you worried about them? What do I not know-"
"Guys," I heard Sam try to intervene.
"(Y/n) loves you, Cas," Dean finally snapped. "There! You know why now!"
My heart just sank, "How fucking dare you?"
Dean looked at me with a panicked look.
"(Y/n)-"
I held up a hand. I walked to the living, placed what Bobby asked for on the table, and then walked out of the house.
"Where are you going," Sam asked, going to stop me.
"On a walk," I snapped, slamming the front door shut behind me.
I don't even know how far into Bobby's yard I had walked. I just kept going. I was angry and stressed and embarrassed. I was ready to fight Dean and leave him tied up in the trunk of his own car.
"(Y/n)," I heard the deep voice from behind me. I ignored it. "(Y/n)."
"Cas, I really don't wanna-"
I ended up walking straight into his chest. I took a step back and looked up at his face.
"Cas... we can just forget that," I motioned toward the house. "We don't have to worry about it."
"No."
"No?"
"I don't want to forget about it," he muttered. "It made me very happy when I heard you loved me."
"Oh," I mumbled.
"I... I love you too," he had a small grin on his face, seeming nervous. Angel of the Lord... nervous.
"You do?"
"Yes," Cas nodded.
"Oh," I mumbled again.
He stepped closer to me. I felt my entire base heat up at the motion. Being this close to Cas... or anyone really... was kind of new to me. I watched him closely and saw him furrow his eyebrows.
"This is where I'm supposed to kiss you, right," he asked softly.
"If you want to."
"I want to," he replied. I smiled widely at him.
I leaned in and pressed my lips to his lightly. I grabbed the lapels of his jacket. It felt like I was going to lose him if I did. He slowly reached out to touch my sides as he relaxed into the kiss. It was a perfect moment.
I slowly pulled away, trying to hold back a laugh as he tried to lean forward and kiss me again.
"I love you," I whispered, my forehead touching him.
"I love you too," he mumbled back. "And I'd like to kiss you again."
"Be my guest," I chuckled, pulling him back into a kiss.
What a perfect moment?
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I FUCKIN HATE YOU
CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP // MINORS DNI // EREN X F!READER
Warnings: NSFW 18+, fingering, unprotected sex, alcohol use, noncon touching(ish), hate fucking?, creampie m, idk what else
AN: This is a collab for @bordemm bunny’s rager! It had to fit the theme/vibe of a song and mine was ‘IFHY’ by Tyler the Creator! Give it a listen when you’re about halfway through!
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How did you two get to this point? Why did you hate each other? He would always shove you into walls when you got too close to him and you’d slap him across the arm in retaliation. He would mock how eager you were to please and achieve on missions, and you’d scoff at his selfishness. You threw insults and jabs back and forth whenever you two were near, which wasn’t too often anymore. Although, you weren’t the one who started this all. He used to be so nice, asking you if you needed help, giving you his food, riding your horses side by side. You were both so fond of one another, a bond you had shared since childhood. You thought you might’ve even loved him, but something snapped in Eren one day. You couldn’t understand why he changed so much after that day.
Eren remembered the day perfectly. You both got ready that morning before you set off for what would be a horrible evening. Your squad had a relatively easy mission to complete, but something felt off to you. Eren rested a hand on your shoulder, reassuring you that everything would be okay, and that he’d protect you. He always stuck close to you on these missions, fearing that he’d lose you like he lost everyone else.
You set off on horseback together. You were a skilled cadet, well seasoned in using your ODM gear. Eren hated when you’d get cocky and push yourself too far, but thats why he stuck so close, but not this time. Levi sent you and Jean forward in a group of two, despite Erens pleas to be paired up with you. You shot him a reassuring smile before you and Jean pushed forward and to the right. Eren had to stay in the center with Levi and Armin, his eyes trailing off to watch you descend further away from him.
You and Jean easily took out five abnormals, you killing three and him taking out the other two. You were in a state of euphoria, zipping through the trees. Jean admired your strength and confidence, but they all still saw you as someone that needed protecting, and it royally pissed you off. You slung off to the left, Jean quickly losing sight of you.
“Y/N! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU GOING?!” he howled out to you. He swiftly maneuvered around to try and follow you. Then he heard you scream.
Your blood curdling screams echoed through the forest. ‘T-Thats y/n’ Eren thought to himself.
“EREN WAIT!” Armin loudly pleaded, but Eren was gone, slashing his way through the trees to where your voice came from. Rage was radiating through his body, how could Jean have lost you, let you get hurt. He swore he was going to beat him half to death for letting something happen to you. He moved at an inhuman speed, frantically looking around for where you might be. Then he saw a 15 meter titan, with a tight grasp on you and your neck. Blood was dripping from your nose and lips, you lacked the ability to scream anymore.
Without thinking, Eren transformed. It was dangerous for him to go into his titan form, with you so close and vulnerable, but his body acted on its own will. He lunged at the titan, his mouth clamping hard onto the arm in which you were trapped in. The arm came tumbling to the ground, with you hurdling down with it. Eren was too blinded by rage that he failed to realize you were about to splatter on the ground. He continued to thrash at the titan that once held you. You looked down and your eyes filled with fear. Why wasn't he going to catch you? Suddenly you heard quick sipping noises and you were caught by Jean. He glanced down at you nervously, his breath heaving. He perched up onto a large branch and sat you down against the trunk of the tree.
“Oh my god y/n are you okay?!” he asked in a panicky breath, cupping your face in his calloused hands. You shook as you looked over his shoulder to see Eren still on a rampage, but now he was running towards you two. You lifted a quivering finger to point to him, your throat bruised and unable to form words, and Jean quickly turned his head. A large hand was coming down at you two. Jean scooped you up and slung the two of you away as the branch snapped. Eren let out a shrieking scream that sent shivers down both of your spines. Jean never let up his tight grasp on you as he navigated his way through the forest, trying to get as far away as possible. Eren hadn’t lost control in so long, and now he was trying to kill you.
You got back to the rest of the squad, and Jean explained what had happened. Armin, Mikasa and Levi all went back into the forest to find Eren. He was in a clearing, sticking out of the nape of his now disintegrating titan form, sobbing uncontrollably. They approached him with caution. He hysterically screamed at them, “I'M A MONSTER, I ALMOST KILLED HER!”
You had spent three months in the infirmary, healing from the broken arm and bruised windpipe you had suffered. Everyone came to visit you regularly, except Eren. He never came by to see you, and shuddered when Armin finally recommended that he should.
“I dont want to fucking see her” he muttered under his breath. Armin stopped speaking, not wanting to push his friend over the edge again. You were finally strong enough to go back to your own room, eat in the dining halls, and train. Much to your dismay, Levi wasn’t going to put you back on missions for awhile.
Your first day back in the dining hall, everyone beamed a smile at you.
“Hey y/n! Why dont you come sit over here?” Jean shouted to you. You smiled and looked away, opting for your usual table instead. You made your way to Armin, Mikasa and Eren with your tray. You plopped your tray down and scooted your way over to Eren. His head was low until you sat down. He looked up at you with anger in his eyes.
He was never angry at you, but at himself. He feared being anywhere near you. You almost died at his hands and he could never forgive himself for that. You were so sweet, never once holding a grudge for what happened that day. He hated how forgiving you were, it made it all so much harder. He made a promise to himself that he needed to stay away from you, make you hate him if it meant you’d be safe.
“Long time no see Eren!” you exclaimed. Mikasa and Armin both looked at Eren anxiously. He slammed his fist on the table, standing up and walking away.
“What's his problem?” you asked the other two who were looking at you with doe eyed expressions.
“Not sure, but I think it's best if you keep your distance for a little okay y/n?” Armin said in an apologetic tone. He could see the pain and worry twist its way into your face. ‘What did I do wrong?’ you asked yourself. Tears flooded down your face as you ran out of the dining hall back into your room. You told yourself this wouldn’t last long and things would be back to normal but you were so wrong.
Six months later and now you and Eren thoroughly hated one another. You couldn’t take his insults and cold shoulder anymore so you threw it back at him, making the divide between you two grow larger with every passing day. You let your feelings from before the mission drift away and all you were left with was resentment and anger. You never understood why he turned so cold but you didn’t care to figure it out anymore, he never wanted to be around you and that was it. But little did you know, someone else had really convinced him to stay away from you. He wanted to try and talk to you one day but Mikasa coerced him out of it, telling him that it would make things worse and that he would only end up hurting you again. He believed her and vowed to stay away from you.
It was a crisp Saturday evening. The regiment was going to be drinking and celebrating a successful mission outside together later that night, even Levi and Erwin would be attending. You made your way over to Sasha’s room to talk and get ready. It was nice to finally have a day to let loose and have fun. You and Sasha decided to take some sheers to old shirts and create sexy twist tops; neither of you had attire for a night out like this. You took an old black t-shirt of Erens that he had given to you one night, looking at it you felt a pang in your heart, before you shook it away and began to cut. You twisted it in the middle, giving your breasts little fabric hammocks to rest in. You pulled the straps up and over your shoulder. You shoved yourself into some high waisted jeans before heading out with Sasha.
It was a lively sight. People hugging and laughing, ignoring the horrible world they lived in for a while. Connie waved you and Sasha over to him and Jean who were seated around a high table. You jumped up onto a stool between the two boys and across from your friend. Jean had a pitcher of beer on the table and four glasses for you all. You finished three pitchers all together in the matter of 30 minutes, talking and cracking jokes the whole time.
You looked around and spotted Armin red faced, blabbering off to Commander Erwin, whose face was also flushed red from the alcohol he had consumed. It was a pleasant surprise that made you smile, seeing the two blonde men letting loose for a bit. Then you saw Eren and Mikasa, sitting at a table together getting belligerently drunk. You were never jealous of her, he always told you she was like a sister to him, but then you shook your head. ‘What? Why would I even be jealous anyway…’ you looked away from the pair, cursing at yourself for even feeling that way. ‘He hates you, you hate him’ you reminded yourself.
Your attention was snapped back when Connie placed four shots onto the table. You were no stranger to drinking, you actually really enjoyed it; maybe too much. You all nodded, tapping your shots down on the table, bringing them up, clanging them all together, then slamming them back onto the table before throwing the clear alcohol back into your mouths. Sasha groaned at the foul taste, begging Connie to go get some food with her to wash it out of her mouth. They headed off towards a table of food, leaving you and Jean alone. You looked back over at Eren, but he and Mikasa were both gone. Your mind started racing, but you kept your calm on the outside. You were pretty drunk at this point, vision a bit distorted, but your words still came out presentable. Jean laughed, he watched you sway in your seat before gripping tightly onto the table almost falling.
“You alright pretty girl?” Jean asked in a flirty voice. He was always super kind to you, especially after the accident, but he also learned not to baby you anymore after that. Sure, he was mad you ran off on your own, but he understood why you did that in the moment, you felt like you needed to prove something. You didn’t mind him taking a coy tone with you tonight.
“Oh yeahh don't worry about me” you said, dragging your words a bit in a teasing voice. You winked at him and he blushed. You were typically sarcastic when Jean flirted with you but not now. He was cute, maybe not ideal but you can’t be that picky when you weren’t dealt a great hand in the Scouts. He slid his hand across the table and grabbed onto yours gently. You looked up at him with a wide eyed, innocent look on your face. You looked to the side to see if Eren came back around, but to your frustration he was still nowhere to be found. You looked back at Jean.
“You know, I’ve always thought you were so beautiful y/n” he confesses, his grip on your hand tightening. You probably would have blushed under normal circumstances, but your drunken state left you smirking at him with an insatiable gleam in your eyes.
“So why don’t we…” your voice trailing off, you nodded your head to the side, signaling to Jean that you wanted to ditch the party and be alone. His entire face flushed red and his pupils dilated. He was so eager to finally have you to himself. He stood up briskly as did you. He held onto your hand, walking forward without saying a word to you. You started to feel a bit intimidated by the tall handsome man as he led you away from the crowd and into the dark of the night. But someone was watching you two, never stopped watching.
He pushed you up against the stables and began ravenously kissing at your neck and squeezing at your breast. Being touched deprived and drunk made you moan at his every touch.
“You look fucking incredible in this shirt” he huffed out. His lips came back to yours, shoving his tongue into your mouth. He started to move his hand lower and lower. You started to get nervous, you didn’t want to go this far, you weren’t ready to. You grabbed at his arm and whimpered out, “I-I don’t wanna do that right now, okay?” Jean kept moving his hands down. You weren’t sure if maybe he didn’t hear you or was too drunk or was just flat out ignoring you. Then his hand was forcefully pulled out of your pants as he fell backwards into the ground.
“Get the fuck off of her and get out of here. Now” Eren demanded in a fierce tone. He was standing above Jean, looking down at him. Any haziness you had in your head was washed away when you saw the scene unfold in front of you. Jean scrambled to get to his feet before looking Eren right in the eye.
“I’m not going anywhere,” he challenged. Eren was seething with anger. They both burned holes into each other's eyes. You didn’t want to see anyone get hurt because of you, so you spoke up.
“Jean, it's okay, I'm okay, I’ll catch up with you later okay?” you tried to reassure him. He looked at you confused then back at Eren with a grimace before turning away from the two of you.
“Alright whatever” he groaned, disappointed. You looked at the man in front of you for a second, before you lazily lunged at him with a fist. You were so angry and emotional when you saw him leave. Your coordination still wasn’t functioning at its best, he easily dodged and grabbed your wrist.
“What the fuck were you doing back here? Was he trying to..?” he manically questioned before letting go of his grasp on your arm. You were surprised to see how riled up he was over seeing you with Jean. You decided to push your luck.
“Why do you care Eren? And yeah, we were going to fuck until you came and ruined it” you spat at him.
“I heard you y/n, and I saw him ignore you. Don't play tough when I know you aren’t” he hissed back at you.
“What is wrong with you? Why were you watching us, you freak? Weren’t you off fucking Mikasa?” you sneered at him. You were embarrassed that he caught you lying, but even more embarrassed that he watched Jean touch all over you.
“You should be grateful I was here, who knows what we would’ve done” he answered, ignoring your comment about Mikasa. It gave him pleasure knowing you still cared a bit, that maybe you were even jealous.
“Grateful? I have no reason to be thanking you, I can handle myself just fine now leave me alone” you said, shoving your way past him. He grabbed your arm and yanked you back.
“What the fuck Eren. Get off of me…don’t you have another girl to harass?” you scoffed at him.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about” he stated in a shadowy tone.
“Don’t play dumb, you and Mikasa left together”
“We didn’t..but why do you care hm?” he asked, slightly smirking. He was lying, but he didn’t want you to know that just yet.
“I don’t give a shit, fuck whoever you want but don’t ruin my sex life too”
“I actually never left the party”
“Yes you did”
“Maybe you didn’t see me, but I was there, watching you,” he confessed.
“Eren what the fuck” you said, afflicted by what he had just said. Over the last year he spent everyday avoiding you, your gaze, your touch, and when you were around he was nothing short of evil to you. But here he was, hands on your wrists, having the longest conversation you two had ever had since the mission. You felt your emotions being pulled in every direction. ‘He still cares. He hates you. He’s an asshole. Does he miss you?’ You couldn’t figure out what to think, but one thing you knew was that you couldn’t forgive him for the way he had treated you.
“I don’t know why you were watching over me, or why you’re even talking to me right now, but I want to leave. I don’t want anything to do with you” you stammered. It wasn’t entirely true. You missed him so much, but that was the old him. You don’t even know who you’re looking at anymore.
“Y/n, I know that isn’t true” he said, inching closer to you. You could smell alcohol on his breath and the scent made you dizzy. You backed up, trying to pull your hands from his grip but it was of no use. Your back was up against the wood of the stables.
“I've missed you so much, you have no idea” he remarked, with a hint of sadness in his voice. You looked up at Eren, finally locking eyes with him. You hadn’t looked him in the eyes in so long. Despite everything, his eyes were the same as you remembered. They looked at you sympathetically, with love and tenderness, the way he used to. However, your fleeting moment of empathy turned quickly back into anger
“How could you?! How could you just cut me out of your life, treat me like a fucking stranger? And you have the audacity to pull this little stunt! ” you screamed at him, hot tears streaming down your cheeks.
“I-Im sorry, I-“ he was cut off by your hand sharply smacking him across the face. He stumbled back and away from you.
“Get the fuck away from me. You don’t get to just walk back into my life, no, fuck that and fuck you” you refuted. Your reply hit him harder than the slap. He couldn’t let you go, never again. The brief compassion he had was gone. He was done trying to be gentle, you had awakened something that had lied dormant for months. He spent so long trying to stay away from you, his thoughts tormenting him, but you were different now. He was going to go easy on you, slowly open up to you to see if you could accept him into your life again, but it seemed he couldn’t take that approach anymore. He slammed you back into the side of the stable, trapping your arms behind your back and gripped your jaw with one large hand.
“I did that all for you. You don’t know how hard it was for me to be mean to you, to stay away from you. But here you are, and I'm not going to hold back anymore” he revealed with a low predatory voice, sending an aching chill to your core. He slipped his free hand under your little makeshift shirt and ferociously clutched at your breast. He aggressively pressed his lips against yours, his heart fluttering as he finally felt your soft pretty lips against his own. A low whine vibrated in your throat. You wanted to be stronger, to push him away from you but your resolve crumbled.
“I don’t want to see you around Jean or any other guy here, do you understand me?” Eren murmured, his throat rasping with the low tone he took.
‘Excuse me, what did he just say?’ You couldn’t just take orders from him, not after all he put you through. You snapped out of the trance he had you under. You looked at him with scalding eyes and spit onto his face. It was risky, but you weren’t thinking straight. Again, you were conflicted between screaming at him or accepting him, hating him or loving him. He looked down at the dirt and slowly dragged his hand across his face, wiping your saliva from his cheek. He creeped his head back up, his vile look tormenting you.
“Who the fuck do you think you are Eren? Trying to tell me what to do with my body? Fuck off” you hissed back at him. You tried to move away from him but his hand was encasing your fragile throat.
“I know you miss me baby, I know you want to let me back in, but you have too much pride, you were always too stubborn. Let me show you what you’re missing” he muttered. You wanted him to be wrong but he was so right. You desperately wanted to forgive him and bring everything back to the way it used to be. His free hand unzipped your tight jeans and tugged them down to the ground. His thick digits started to rub against your folds through your pink lace panties. His other hand moved from your neck to the back of your head, grabbing a fistful of your hair and yanking your head back. He bit and sucked at the tender flesh of your neck, leaving little territorial marks all over you. Your lips parted to let out soft mewls. The last few months suddenly flashed before you, bringing anger back to the forefront of your mind.
“I h-hate you!” you screamed. Despite enjoying the way he was making you feel, you still had so much to let out.
“Don’t say that” he growled. His hands were under the fabric of your panties now, two fingers pumping in and out of you. His thumb reached around to swirl erotic circles on your sensitive nub.
“I mean it” you softly moaned out.
“No babygirl, you don’t. You can’t lie to me” He cooed into your ear. His fingers pace inside you abruptly quickened causing you to let out a pleasurable cry. Something about this new Eren was making your mind go crazy, he had an intense hunger for you and a depraved way of fulfilling it.
“Come back to me y/n, let's start over” he groaned into your ear, and you had a feeling he wasn’t suggesting that, but rather demanding. He tried to reach for your hand.
He desperately wanted you to touch him. You held your arms behind your back the entire time, by choice. You didn’t want to make him feel good, you didn’t want to feel his body, his face, his hair, or you knew you’d completely come undone.
“N-no Eren” you stammered. You were pushing his buttons, seeing how far you could go, how much he could take. He was starting to get angrier, revealing his deep sinful nature. He flicked his two fingers up, hitting your spongy spot every time they prodded back into you. His talented digits made your chest rise and fall quickly, letting short strained breaths and cries out.
“Wrong answer. You don’t get a choice. You will be mine” he demanded. Just as these words left his mouth your walls began to involuntarily clench around his fingers, your juices releasing all over them. You scraped your nails into the wood behind you, desperately trying to offer yourself some comfort. His possessive words should be scaring you, making you uncomfortable, but they only make you long for him more. Something about his controlling nature was truly intoxicating.
“I knew it, you do miss me, don’t you babygirl? I knew I should’ve done this earlier” he insinuated, a shameless smile creeping up on his face. He pulled his fingers out of your sobbing hole and brought them up to his mouth. He lolled his tongue out and slowly dragged his fingers down, savoring your sweet taste. You watched him in the lewd act, but thought about his words for a moment. ‘I knew I should’ve done this earlier’ you want to ask him what he meant but before you could speak his mouth was on yours, lips meeting once again. He gave you a wet kiss before pulling away to look at you. He pet your face and swept your wet strands of hair off your sweating forehead. Even all hot and messy, you still looked so adorable to him.
“Please baby, I can’t take it anymore. Put your arms around me” he begged. You gave the slightest nod of disapproval, pissing him off again.
“When I try to ask nicely you refuse. What is it with you?” he scowled at you. He yanked your arms from behind your back, making you yelp. He put them on his shoulders and pressed his body flush to yours. You stopped trying to fight his advances, wrapping one hand behind his neck and the other snaked through his hair.
His clothed bulge was firmly pressed against your exposed cunt. You began to buck your hips forward into him, forcing a low moan to escape his lips. He placed his hands on your thighs and hoisted them up and around his waist. You continued to kiss and explore each other's mouths with your tongues. You twirled yours around his, as if they were always meant to dance with one another.
He picked up your pants and carried you a few over to a shed. He kicked the door open, removed a hand from your ass to pull a light on. You looked and saw an old steel table with miscellaneous tools and blueprints all over it. Eren used a hand to shove everything to the side and sat you down. He stood between your legs, your neck angled painfully high to kiss the man towering above you. His hands moved down to his crotch as he meticulously unbuttoned his slacks. His throbbing member sprung from his boxers as he lowered them down his legs. Your mind was racing as you thought about what was actually happening. He pressed his cock against your needy hot cunt, sweeping through your puffy lips with it. All inhibition left your body from the touch. You pulled him close to you, the heat radiating between your legs.
“Fuck me Eren, please” you begged him. Your words made his blood hot.
“About time” he groaned. He aligned his cock with your tight entrance. He firmly grabbed your ass cheeks as he slowly advanced himself into your sobbing cunt. Your walls clung onto his swollen tip. He bucked his hips before completing bottoming out inside of you, gently grazing your cervix. His thrusts turned into brutal ramming, the entire table shaking with ever hard pound into you. Your lower stomach was bulging with every assault, your head hanging back from the feeling.
“Do you still hate me now?” he spat at you. His eyes transfixed on your bouncing tits. You couldn’t think straight, the pleasure of his cock hitting you in all the right places scrambled your brain.
“N-No no Eren fu-uck just fuck me, faster please!” you squealed out. He was already savagely slamming into you, but he answered your calls and quickened his pace. He grabbed you by the neck, forcing your head forward to look into his eyes.
“Tell me, tell me you’re mine” he whined into your ear. His eyes looked primal, as if he would devour you if you didn’t answer him correctly. You could tell he was close, his thrusts were getting sloppier and all he could do was let out husky breaths and little moans.
“Ah fuck I’m all yours Eren!” you cried out.
“ONLY mine”
“Y-yess ONLY yours”
Your legs wrapped around him as your orgasm shocked your entire body. You gripped his dark locks and looked up to see Eren’s eyes looking at yours, admiring the way your face contorted with pleasure. His knees buckled as his cock twitched inside you, releasing his warm thick cum all over your walls. He slowly dragged himself out of you, huffing heavy breaths out. Your legs fell down to dangle off the side of the table again. You rested your head onto his chest and he wrapped his arms around you, placing his head on top of yours. You both laid there, chests heaving in unison. You abruptly pulled away, startling him, and you looked up.
“Why d-did you leave me Eren?” you asked, tears welling up in your solemn eyes. He looked to the side, saddened by the question, and trying to find the right words.
“Because, I didn’t want to hurt you. I thought you’d be better off away from me after the mission and I-“
“Why would I be better off that way? You hurt me even more by doing that…”
“I nearly killed you y/n! I almost lost you, and everyone made me feel like I would be a danger to you” he whispered. Anguish and hurt flooded his voice when he spoke to you. The once domineering man was crumbling as he gave his confession to you.
“Why did you wait so long? Why now?” you said, pulling aggressively on his shirt. You recalled him saying he wanted ‘to do this sooner’ but never got to ask about it. He rubbed the back of his neck before looking down at you.
“I…well…Mikasa told me to stay away from you too…and I did leave the party before with her..but only for a little and that’s when I realized her intentions…but I came right back to find you and talk to you after that” he said, searching your face for a hint of how you were feeling. Your expression was blank, eyes were now dried and void of emotion. You jumped off the table and started putting your pants on. Eren started to grow worried as you neared the door.
“Y/n? Where do you think you’re going?”
“To find Mikasa”
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A short thread I found about Gojo's character that helps shine a light to how caring he is:
https://twitter.com/musikawu/status/1376984416485007363?s=19
Also, I actually just realized this recently after rewatching JJK that Gojo got super attached to Yuji really quickly. Gojo not only got very angry on his behalf but went out of his way to ask Nanami for help in caring for Yuji when he's supposed to be the strongest sorcerer. And at that time, Gojo made it clear to Nanami that he didn't ask him to do so due to Yuji's potential as a vessel. Gojo asked Nanami for this favor as an adult who wants to see the growth of a young man. Gojo was very precise in telling Nanami that he was looking not at Sukuna and Yuji's power, but at Yuji himself as not only an individual, but a child that needed nurturing and care. Before Yuji's death, Gojo had already even made preparations to have Yuta take care of Yuji cause he knew something might happen to him- even more development is that despite what Gojo says about himself, he's aware of his own flaws. What he appears to be on the outside is nothing like what he truly feels on the inside. He doesn't delude himself into narcissistic behavior that makes him unable to ask for help. He asks for help willingly and of his own accord- Yuta couldn't even fathom how the strongest sorcerer would face a problem he couldn't solve on his own, but Gojo does. Gojo is smart enough to know he needs to rely on others to move forward, and relying on someone means putting a certain amount of trust there. Gojo puts just as much faith in other people as he does himself, and the interesting part is that while it's more admirable to go out of your way to protect someone else, Gojo never brags about that. He only "brags" about things that will annoy the other person, but really he is only saying a commonly known "truth" in order to rile people up. It may sound like bragging- which it sort of is- but Gojo saying he's the strongest is not a lie. Him saying "I alone am the honoured one" is not necessarily a lie either. People don't call him the Strongest for nothing.
In fact, even more interestingly enough, besides Gojo, who includes Geto when people talk about the "strongest?" Despite being the definite "strongest," Gojo is the one who constantly says "We are the Strongest," not the other way around. He's also mature enough to recognize and point out other people's strengths, such as Mei Mei's, saying she is too strong to cry.
If Gojo truly was a narcissist, he would have mentioned everything else he's done for people, like stopping Megumi's sale to the Zenin clan and getting the Fushiguros financial aid. He could brag about being persuasive enough to save Yuji from execution or even saving Yuta from execution- Yuta becoming a special grade sorcerer soon after Gojo saved him is something you can easily brag about- but Gojo doesn't brag about his personal achievements at all- not in the way that demands respect from others, at least. Gojo only "brags" to tease others lightheartedly and to tick them off a little- and I don't think the demeaning things Gojo says to the higher ups can be used to show he's a narc because *many* people in Gojo's position would have said (and done) much, much worse things.
Also, when Yuji died, Gojo had become so emotional that even Shoko, who had been there since Gojo's youth, had commented on how unlike him it was. People irl really thought it was because Gojo couldn't use him as a weapon against the higher ups anymore, but reading how Gojo had told Nanami that he saw their relationship as an adult and a child makes me think differently. Something very important in the Light Novel is when Gojo tells Nanami that his students, because they are sorcerers, will soon have to "face the evil intentions of sh*tty humans." Not only sorcerers, but "every person has to bite into that bitterness, know what it means to give up, and pile up despairs to become an adult." People like Gojo and Nanami, Gojo had said, are capable of withstanding and releasing the "poison" that runs through the heart. However, the youngsters are more sensitive in that age, and "one poison could destroy their hearts" (I'm sure Gojo was thinking of Geto as he said this). That's why he wants to leave Yuji in the care of Nanami, "an adult who understands other people pain." Not that Gojo is unable to understand pain, but in the earlier events of the Light Novel as context, Gojo is faced with a mother who is mourning the loss of her child. While Nanami tries to gently comfort her and secretly find information on the cursed spirit at the same time using vague words, Gojo's words are straight forward and to the point, which startles the mother. It's not necessarily a bad things, however- Gojo's words had ended up allowing the mother to see her situation as it was without delusions, a tough love situation, so to speak, and the two were able to confirm their intel to be correct. It was Gojo who helped her to heal quicker by allowing her to realize her problem through his cutting words, but I'm sure Gojo realizes his "bad personality,"- which isn't really so bad in some cases- isn't for everyone. Gojo is very aware that people react negatively to his behavior, even if he is unable to understand just how deeply they despise him (*cough* Utahime) In that way, Gojo shows he cares very much for Yuji's mental growth, even in that short period of time, by entrusting his care to Nanami, who he comments would do a much better job than be could.
Therefore, I think Gojo might actually get attached to people more quickly than it might seem like. He also thinks very deeply and no matter how he acts, he's able to recognize others' strengths and acknowledge his own flaws- this is a key part of his character because he doesn't delude himself in his position as the Strongest. To those who think Gojo sees himself as a God, he is far from that behavior, and he is self aware enough to know that people need more to grow than just power and strength. Unfortunately, it seems most people either despise Gojo or are too enamoured by his looks to see past the surface of the more boisterous and childish part of his personality. That's likely the main reason he finds it hard to commit, too.
(More ranting 😭. There was this reddit post saying Gojo's narcissistic enough to be a more evil villain than Sukuna, that he would actually end up becoming the villain- like really??? And so many people really agreed that he's incapable of feeling true emotions that it's absurd. I really can't believe they even think Gojo has a God complex. Someone with a God complex, like most of the other disorders, wouldn't be able to admit their own flaws, let alone ask for help! The fact that Gojo even admits to having a "bad personality" is another tell against that. Sometimes I wonder if people are just projecting, but I also realize it's hard to differentiate between being an ENTP and being a sociopath because of how- on the surface- they seem so similar! But if you just dig a little deeper to look at their roots, they are so completely different it's a wonder how you'd get confused in the first place)
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OH I COULDN'T AGREE MORE 🤔 anon here spitting FACTS. Yeah alot of people think gojo's a narcissist with huge ego but that ain't the case at all as explained above. I mean he was put on a pedestal since birth he gotta have some ego in that but that fact doesnt blind him. yeah sure he's the strongest but just one line "I'm the strongest" doesn't mean he's bragging it may sound like it but he's just stating facts he is indeed in fact the strongest in the jujutsu society. He knows he can't do everything on his own I mean why did he even become a teacher in the first place? Becuz he wants to make the next generation of jujutsu sorcerers stronger! No one asked him to do it he himself wanted to be a teacher even though at time he sucks at it.
He genuinely wants to do good not just for himself but for others as well. As interesting as the concept of Gojo becoming a villain it will never happen. Don't judge a damn book by it's cover even if it's a very attractive one hes just such an interesting character its shame most people don't see that.
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skellebonez · 3 years
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I'm thinking spicynoodleshipping + shadowpeach #25 & 36, thank you.
Today is pain day, I just want to write angst and people being hurt physically and emotionally apparently. Sorry if you expected something more light hearted... Fair warning here for not-graphic descriptions of blood and life threatening injuries (that is once again not being taken seriously by the inured party), I wanted the excuse to follow up on a headcanon for one of these characters and I tried not to be overly descriptive.
"You have until the count of three to remove your arms from my person, or so help me…!"/ “When I say run, that means keep running."
"You have until the count of three to remove your arms from my person, or so help me...!" Red Son shouted, ocean water soaked hair sticking to his face as he tried to claw his way out of the Monkey King's hold. Steam lifted from his hair and clothes as he tried to light himself back on fire, to dry off, to get back to Xiaotian, to do something anything except be held back in his post-fight weakened state.
For his part Sun Wukong held him tighter, keeping him from slipping from his grip and falling from his cloud back into the ocean he had just fished him from or into the hard ground of the beach shores below. "Red, we have to trust them!"
"They could be DEAD Sun Wukong!"
"They can handle themselves, Red, now stop moving!" Wukong planted his foot down into the cloud as much as he could and moved to knock Red off balance to grab him around his waist and carry him away over his shoulder.
In all honesty he didn't trust his own words. Xiaotian and Red Son had been ambushed by some group of advanced tech weilding demons during some kind of outing (date, scavenger hunt, Wukong didn't take the time to ask) and they had called him for backup. He'd had no choice but to bring his current unwanted house guest, Macaque, because he didn't trust him to not antagonize the monkeys back on Mount Huaguo.
The situation had quickly gone... poorly. Red Son had already burnt himself out using far too much of his fire powers to fight the rapidly repairing bots at the demon's disposal and they had taken the time to repeatedly douse him in ocean water as an extra layer of protection. Xiaotian was holding his own but he was clearly getting tired, grateful if incredibly confused about the backup he had recieved. It hadn't taken long before the Monkie Kid turned to his mentor and asked him to take Red somewhere safe to recuperate and come back when he was "fired up" again. Macaque had shoved Red at Wukong, hissing a “When I say run, that means keep running" to the younger demon.
Red Son was decidedly unhappy about this.
"Xiaotian asked me to keep you safe and I'm not g-"
The sound of an explosion of some sort behind them stopped the Monkey King in his tracks and he turned around to see the mountain they had been flying from begin to crumble. The mountain that Xiaotian and Macaque had still been on. Crumbling...
Wukong barely registered the fact Red had stopped fighting against him and was just holding onto him and had started shaking, his hold digging through his top layer to grip the fur on his shoulders painfully. He didn't know what was worse, his own vantage point of seeing the moutain fall before his eyes after missing the explosion... or Red seeing whatever had broken it and now only being able to hear what was happening behind him as Wukong held him in a tighter grip.
"No.... no no no no no..." The Monkey King felt Red's breathing speed up and grow desperate at his words and he cursed as he made a quick beeline for the ground, stumbling and nearly falling into Red Son as he tried to set the fire demon on the ground. "No, no, they're fine, they're fine Red, I'm just going to-"
"They were still on there," Red Son whispered, grip not loosening as he tried to look past Wukong's body blocking his view.
"They're fine, they have to be."
"They were on there Wukong!" Red said again, and the small wisp of steam he felt against his cheek did not come from Red trying to dry himself off again.
The air between them grew tenser and tenser the more seconds passed and just as Wukong felt like something would snap he heard a sound from behind them. It was familar, growing louder the closer it came, and like a shooting star the end of his staff burried itself in the beach sand a few feet away from them and shrank as two seperate forms fell from the sky with varying yelps of pain and surprise, the larger one bouncing and landing a few feet further away.
"XIAOTIAN!" "XIAOTIAN, MACAQUE!" Red and Wukong shouted at the same time and Red finally let go of his iron grip. They ran toward Xiaotian, both breathing a sigh of relief as the younger man sat up with a groan. Wukong froze again when he saw the varying splashes of red coating and dripping from his shirt and jacket, opening his mouth to say something else before being cut off.
"It's not mine," Xiaotian said quickly in his heavy breathes and the tone of his voice, laced with fear and confusion and shaky as Red knelt in the sand beside him to look him over told Wukong exactly what he needed to know. The quick gaze and nod back at the other figure sent him rushing off to leave the couple to themselves. He trusted Red to take care of his student.
"Xiaotian I-I thought- the mountain it-" Red Son stumbled on his words as he let the steam tears seep from his eyes freely, not caring who saw them now that they were from relief, and he looked over the Monkie Kid. Despite being coated in fresh blood he looked... he looked fine! A few scrapes and when he looked at his neck he saw the beginning of a nasty hand shapped bruise and claw scrapes... like someone had grabbed him by he scruff of his neck and yanked hard. "What-"
"Macaque!" Xiaotian interupted, grabbing Red's hands and standing himself up. "Their robot things, they did someting and he grabbed me and jumped in front of me and-"
"Holy FUCK." Sun Wukong's exclimation startled both of the younger men and Red Son didn't need to be told to follow the other as he rushed over to the two ancient monkeys.
Macaque had bounced hard when Xiaotian had landed and lost grip on him, eventally coming to stop more than a few feet away and leaving a... genuinely concerning trail of blood behind him. Red Son couldn't help but think this was far too much blood for anyone, let alone someone as powerful as the Six-Earred Macaque himself, to leave behind and still survive.
And yet, somehow above all odds, he could see the dark furred tail weakly trying to thump against the ground from where Wukong had rolled him onto his back. The Monkey King was leaning over him, his own tail shaking stifly along with his arms as he ran his hands over his sideburns and through his hair as he was making an odd half-laugh and half-muffled yelling sound.
"Wukong, wh-oh my HEAVEN!" It was Red's turn to yell, staring down at the the other monkey in the ground.
"Hello to you too," Macaque said through gritted teeth, an expression of severly inappropriate for the situation amusement on his face.
He looked... bad. He looked bad, those were the only words Red could think of to describe the sight. Whatever glamor he had was gone, his eye scar and what would have been his milky white eye in full vew.
Unfortunately, it seemed as if something had happened because the eye was definitely not there now. Much like a nice chunk out of out of the matching arm. And he had a nasty gash in the same side.
That explained the sheer amount of blood everywhere.
"How are you alive right now?" He breathed out in disbelief.
"Let's just say," Macaque groaned, bringing up his good arm to wipe away some of the blood from his face. "Immortality and invulnerablity aren't the same for everyone. I literally cannot die."
"Like..." Red swallowed, looking at his wounds again. "Cannot... at all?"
"Cannot at all," Macaque confirmed. "But man can I get beat to shit. Healing takes forever too, but I'll heal."
There was a soft sniffling sound and something that sounded like a laugh from Red's side and when he turned he could see Xiaotian grimmacing with a half smile on his face. "I'm glad you're not going to die but never save me like that again please. I'd rather us both be hurt but in one piece next time. I almost dropped you pogoing out of there too."
"There ain't gonna be a next time kid," Macaque growled, but it was weak and didn't have any real bite behind it. He looked at Xiaotian with a glare. "And stop crying. Like I said I'll be fine, give me 3 days and I'll kick your ass when I steal you for training again. Just didn't want Peaches over here keeping me up all night with his crying if you got really hurt."
The mention of his nickname got a reaction out of Wukong, a soft chuckle and a heavy exhale of breath. All 3 other people watched in confusion as he leaned down, resting his forehead against the other monkey's softly as his tail started to sway in the sand. "I appreciate it... but now I'm gonna keep you up all night cleaning your wounds you idiot." His words were harsh but his tone of voice was soft, gentle almost, and if they listened closely they could hear a soft almost imperceptable rumble from his chest.
"That's, uh..." Macaque started, looking away from the face so close to his own. "That's still... better. Right?" He sounded just as, if not more, confused than Red Son and Xiaotian were at the Monkey King's bizarre and unexpected reaction. But he didn't tell the other ancient to stop.
"OH!" Red said suddently, turning to Xiaotian. "The demons, are they-!?"
"Dead," he responded with a sigh. "Like, super dead. If they managed to survive that explosion they were definitely buried in that... mountain-lanche? Whatever, they're not coming after us."
"Good," Wukong said softly as he sat up. "I'm gonna fly Macaque back to Mount Huaguo, you two follow us. Get cleaned up. Stay with us for the night?"
His words were stilted, awkward, but heartfelt.
The two men woudn't have said no even if they weren't.
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redemptionforarthur · 2 years
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Como La Flor
NSFW
Javier x OC
Warnings: Smut.
Word count: ~2900
It's been awhile since I've been on Tumblr in general, even longer since I've posted fanfics, so please let me know if I need to add any additional warnings or anything else.
Notes: This is kind of a one-off of a longer fic I'm writing that I'm still debating posting at all, but I got inspired by the idea of OC as a nurse, so here it is! My spanish is pretty rusty tbh, so Deepl was my bestie when I couldn't remember how to phrase things, so if things are off, I'm super duper sorry, just let me know and I can fix it! Also as a white person writing a Mexican character, I do my best to 1. stay as true to character and 2. avoid stereotypes and offensive material. So again, if something isn't cool, just tell me so I know and can fix it.
Being the camp nurse meant having a lot of responsibility and constantly having something to do. If Charlotte wasn’t stitching up a laceration, she was checking for broken bones or bringing down fevers. Colter had been especially rough for everyone; losing Jenny and Davey really took a toll on the mood around camp, and though she knew there was nothing more she could’ve done, Charlotte couldn’t help but feel the weight of their deaths on her shoulders. Then, when John got back after almost getting eaten alive, she was at his bedside almost all day every day for a week just making sure he didn’t get infected. Despite her best efforts, Abigail had made her jealousy of the situation very clear.
Once they reached Horseshoe Overlook, everyone finally started to relax a little. John had recovered for the most part, but his scars remained. Everyone else’s mood seemed to lift though, and since Dutch had given the order to lie low, Charlotte hadn’t had to deal with too many injuries over the last few weeks. She wasn’t used to having so much free time, so she’d done what she could to help out with chores around camp and run to town for resupplies. During one such trip, she ran into a couple of the boys from the gang at the saloon. It seemed Bill had taken to starting a fight, which the others had quickly joined in on. They were sitting on the steps of the saloon dealing with the aftermath when Charlotte came out of the doctor’s.
“Jesus, what happened?” She asked, rushing over. Arthur looked the worst off with a black eye and several bruises, mud streaked up and down his clothes. Though the others weren’t far behind him; Charles, Javier, and Bill all had a couple good hits to them each.
“Ask this idiot,” Arthur pointed a thumb back at Bill flippantly, rubbing his face with his other hand. Bill grumbled some argument back about not being the one to start it, but it was clear he had some responsibility in it.
“Alright, just get back to camp, I’ll patch you all up at my tent.” Charlotte mounted her horse and led the group back to the overlook. Once they arrived, she opened up her kit and rustled around for a few items to clean their cuts. Arthur was first as he had the most to deal with, then Bill who bullied his way next in line. Charles was third, but he was a quick fix, mostly just a few bruises and a hurt shoulder that would heal in a day or two. Last was Javier who, despite his few injuries, spent the most time at her tent.
He rarely needed any actual medical attention, but he was probably one of her most frequent visitors. Sometimes he would find an excuse like a small cut from five finger filet, but other times he dropped the illusion of having a real issue and just made conversation. Either way, Charlotte was happy to have the company, and if she was honest, she’d always been a little attracted to him.
At the moment, he was telling her another story from Mexico, adding in a few words in Spanish for flair. She’d already finished cleaning him up, but she wasn’t going to kick him out now. Instead, she put away her things slowly as he talked, smiling softly as he got more excited about his story. Really, she hadn’t focused too much on what he was actually saying so much as his voice in general. Low and soft, she’d always found it quite soothing, enjoying many of their conversations just for this reason alone.
“Javier,” she finally interrupted, “You know I like talking to you, but Miss Grimshaw will be around at some point and realize I’m not working anymore.”
He smiled slyly and got up from her cot where she’d been patching him up. “Guess I’ll have to find some work for you to do.”
Charlotte furrowed her brows in confusion as he walked off and called, “Javier, don’t hurt yourself on purpose...Javier?” He just winked over his shoulder at her and kept walking as she felt her cheeks grow warm. Sighing, she put the rest of her supplies away and stepped over to Pearson’s wagon which was just beside her own canvas spread. If she wasn’t busy fixing up a hurt cowboy, she was usually trying to help Pearson cook, one of the only other chores she didn’t mind doing. Though that meant passing by their captive O'Driscoll once more as he begged for water or a scrap of food. If no one was watching, Charlotte would sneak him a sip of water or piece of meat, but if she did it too often, someone would catch on. She didn’t want to be seen as a traitor to the camp, especially since she’d only been riding with them for a few months.
“Hey miss,” the O’Driscoll called to her in a hushed tone, “Do you have anything to drink?” Looking around for any prying eyes, Charlotte hurriedly let him have a few swallows from her water canteen.
“That’s enough,” she whisked it away. “Tell anyone and you’ll get a suture to your eye.” As he thanked her, she nodded and wandered back to the wagon to chop vegetables. She wasn’t alone for more than five minutes before she was interrupted by Javier showing her a few nicked fingers from a game of filet. Putting her knife down, she sighed, “Javier, really? Shoo! You’ll get blood all over the food, go sit down by my tent, I’ll be right there.”
Cleaning up her table, Charlotte followed him over and pulled out all of her supplies again. “Honestly, I can’t believe you did that.”
“You said you needed work,” he shrugged nonchalantly.
“I didn’t need you to create work for me, idiot.”
“Valió la pena,” he smiled lightly as she worked, watching intently as she deftly cleaned then wrapped each cut. Charlotte rolled her eyes subtly and held back an amused smile. Though she knew Spanish, she’d never told him so. She enjoyed his frequent flirting that he thought she couldn’t understand, though she was sure he did so with all the girls at camp.
“There,” she finished wrapping his last finger, “Keep this up and you won’t have any fingers left to shoot your gun with.”
“Hermosa,” Javier looked down at his hands then back up at Charlotte. She felt her face grow hot again, unsure if he was talking about her bandaging job or her. “I’d say you’ve worked plenty today, you need a break,” he said, taking her hand in his and pulling her towards the hitching posts. “We’ll be back!” He called to the camp, mostly for Miss Grimshaw so she wouldn’t lose her mind when she couldn’t find Charlotte later.
She followed behind, mostly out of pure shock, but once they reached the horses, she stopped. “Where are we going? I can’t just leave, what if someone needs me?”
“You’re not allowed to take breaks?” He asked, raising a brow at her. “They’ll be fine for a few hours.”
Charlotte knew he was right, but part of her always worried something would happen when she was away, and the other part of her was just nervous to be alone with Javier. Nervous in a good way, of course, but it would help if she at least knew where she was going.
Sensing her hesitation, Javier cocked his head, “We’re just going up the river a bit towards Window Rock, it’ll be fun. Don’t make me beg you.” He put on his best sad-puppy eyes, which wasn’t that hard considering she melted everytime she looked into his soft, brown eyes anyway.
“Yeah, okay,” she relented, mounting her horse and following him north out of camp. “You gonna tell me what we’re doing up here?”
“You ask a lot of questions,” he said with a laugh.
“That’s because you haven’t given me any answers,” she said.
“Patience, querida.”
Charlotte found herself blushing again and decided to just keep her mouth shut for the rest of the ride. They rode in comfortable silence for the better part of their trip, only the occasional question or quip being added. When they got to their destination, Charlotte had to admit, it was a beautiful area. She hadn’t been out this way yet, but she made a mental note to return. The trickling noise of the river amidst the sparse forest leading up to Window Rock was like a private paradise. Summer heat was quickly approaching, and with the temperature today, the water looked all the more inviting.
Javier pulled a basket and blanket off his horse and rolled it out on the river’s bank. Charlotte raised a brow, “Did you plan this?”
Instead of responding, he just opened the basket and held out a bread roll to her as he sat down on the blanket. She gave him an entertained smile, accepting the roll and taking a seat next to him. A soft breeze rolled through while they ate several things Charlotte was sure he had swiped from Pearson’s wagon as well as a fish Javier made sure she knew he’d caught specifically for them this morning.
“So you did plan this,” she said with a laugh.
“Yeah, okay maybe,” he smiled at her, “I enjoy spending time with you.”
Charlotte nodded, feeling the same. “Well you can stop getting yourself hurt to spend time with me. You could just ask, you know?”
“Sure, but then you wouldn’t get to nurse me back to health.”
Charlotte rolled her eyes in response, though she had always liked his frequent visits to her canopy. Plus it gave her an excuse to be close to him, and if she was honest, she liked having an excuse to touch him as well. “Alright, just keep it to a minimum, hey? You’re going to lose a finger if you keep playing filet just to talk to me.”
“Cualquier cosa por ti, mi amor.”
“Do you flirt with all the girls like this?” She half-joked with another roll of her eyes.
“Only you. Why, would that make you jealous?” Javier teased, brushing a stray hair behind her ear, causing her face to turn red as could be.
Charlotte didn’t pull back, but she could feel the butterflies in her stomach fluttering around even faster than before. She didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of an answer, but he was waiting for a response. Somehow, she needed to flip this back on him instead. “¿Y si lo hiciera?” She asked, a smile creeping onto her face.
Immediately, Javier’s cocky facade dropped as he searched her eyes and furrowed his brows trying to figure out if he’d just heard her correctly. “You speak Spanish?”
“I had a lot of Mexican patients in New Austin, I had to learn.”
“So, you’ve understood everything I’ve ever said to you.” It was more a realization than a question, and as his face started to get red, he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.
“That would be correct,” she said, unable to hold back her full smile and laugh any longer while Javier sat looking completely mortified.
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
Charlotte shrugged. “And kill your ego? Please. Besides, I thought it was kinda cute when you flirted with me and thought I didn’t know,” she admitted.
He looked dumbfounded for a moment before straightening himself up and resuming his confident exterior, probably embarrassed he’d even let it slip for just a second. “Fair point. Though if I’d known you were listening, I would’ve been a little more eloquent.”
“Is that right?” She chuckled.
“Sure. Te compararía con una rosa, pero no te haría justicia. Something like that,” he winked.
“Hmm,” she thought for a moment, “I kind of preferred what you said the other day.”
“And what was that?”
“It was something about...How my legs would look better around your face? Does that ring any bells?” She asked.
His cheeks instantly turned red as he recalled the incident, but his expression remained cool, “I stand by that one. But again, I would’ve phrased it better.”
“Do tell,” she prodded.
Javier leaned closer to her, hovering just beside her ear, his breath hot against her neck. “Te adoraría entre las piernas hasta que invocaras a Dios, tú mismo.”
Charlotte’s jaw dropped slightly as her eyes closed, feeling every word send sparks throughout her body. His hands were suddenly on her hips, pulling her into his lap as he moved to kiss her. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she leaned into him, pinning his back down to the ground. His hands wandered lower as his tongue glided over her bottom lip, begging to be let in. She moaned lightly, allowing just enough room for him to enter.
A mix of whiskey and cigarettes took hold of her tongue, a taste she never thought she’d crave so much. His soft touch tugged at her shirt, pleading for it to come off. As she let him take it off, they pulled away from each other for just a moment, and she caught him staring at her body, memorizing each freckle and dimple. He flipped her onto her back with him on top and ran a hand up her skirt, tugging down her underwear. Charlotte tugged him down to meet her lips as she felt a finger enter her. Gasping, she clenched down for just a second, making Javier moan into her kiss.
“Joder, querida, you want me so bad…” He trailed off, slipping another finger in beside the first, curling ever so slightly, heightening her pleasure. Pulling them back out, he brought them up to his lips to taste her with a pleased sigh. “Dios, you taste so good,” he kissed her then trailed his tongue down her body until he got to the waist of her skirt. Pushing the hem up, he moved between her thighs and pressed his lips against her with a hum of satisfaction. Arching her back, Charlotte felt herself pulse as he slipped his fingers back in and worked his tongue in quick, rhythmic movements.
Every time she tightened around his fingers, Javier would moan softly against her, sending even more pleasure through her body until she felt it build more and more. “Javier, please-” she gasped, the words barely escaping her lips audibly.
“Use your words, querida,” he teased, moving his fingers in a circular motion where his tongue had just been.
“I’m so close, please Javi,” she whimpered, her pulse rising quickly as he returned to his original position, working faster and harder. He instructed her to cum around his fingers, and she obeyed him as her release flooded through her, moaning his name in pure ecstasy.
When he finally reemerged and met her lips with his own, he had a content smile on his face. “Ready for the second round?” He asked, hovering over her. She nodded hurriedly, biting her lip as she helped him unzip his pants. Once he’d freed himself, Javier positioned himself in line with her and cocked his brow to ask if she was ready. Nodding again, she trailed a finger down his chest then looked back into his eyes in anticipation.
He eased himself into her, and despite how wet she already was and how much he’d already stretched her out with his fingers, it was still a tight fit that sent waves of warmth through her. Javier took notice of the effect he’d had and immediately set to work in a slow, smooth rhythm, his hand gripped deep into her hair as he thrust. Charlotte matched his tempo, meeting his hips with her own each time.
Cusses in his native language tumbled from his lips as he sped up his movements. From the look on his face, Charlotte could tell he was close, and she wanted him to feel just as good as he’d made her feel. With a groan of pleasure, Javier pulled her up into a sitting position on his lap and let her grind against him. He buried his head in her neck and sucked lightly on her skin, producing a gasp from her lips. She quickly realized she was close too as her hips ebbed and flowed against him. With every nip and kiss at her neck, she felt her orgasm rise again until she came mid-stroke. Her head tilted back while her pelvis spasmed lightly around him.
“Mierda,” Javier moaned against her, riding his own orgasm against her, his warmth filling her within seconds, and his shaky movements finding their own flow. Collapsing beside each other, both their chests rose and fell in sync as they caught their breath.
A smile crossed Charlotte’s face as she looked over at him. “I’ve wanted that for so long.”
“So have I,” he whispered back, caressing her face in his hands and kissing her again. Letting a moment of silence fall between them, he piped back up after a second, “Does this mean I can stop nicking myself just to be near you?”
Charlotte laughed, “Please. But I wouldn’t mind you hanging around the tent more often.”
“Deal,” Javier ran a hand through her hair, “Just as long as I get to whisk you away like this every once in a while.”
“Deal.”
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empresskaze · 3 years
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Sicktember Day 9: I'm Not Sick
This prompt screams Japan arc Wilde, so here we go. Spoilers for post AR RQG. I tried writing it open enough that if you're not familiar with the characters and story you can still enjoy it.
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The first time Zolf had asked Wilde how he was he'd gotten the automatic, "Fine." without Wilde even bothering to look up. As expected, the man was an ass.
The second time Zolf had asked he got a look followed by a "Fine. Stop asking" to which led to a hard eye roll by Zolf.
This time though, no amount of lying, ignoring or coldness from the former illusionist could hide the fact, Wilde definitely wasn't fine. In his defense, Wilde hadn't been fine in over a year but Zolf had gotten used to his colleagues tells even if no one else saw them. Barnes had suspicions though, but had his hands full with Carter.
Zolf walked into Wilde's office, smacking his hands onto the desk as Wilde continued writing. "Wilde." He said staring daggers at him.
"Would it kill you to knock, Zolf? I'm busy." Wilde said face purposely hidden under his hat.
"Look at me." Zolf's tone was hard, perhaps a bit too hard which made him curse silently.
Sighing, Wilde finally glanced up but his placid stare went passed Zolf. The dark bags under the eyes, Zolf was used too. Even with Wilde able to sleep, they never seemed to lessen, forever etched into Wilde's still at times handsome face; a face that had seen betrayal first hand. The face ravaged by a grotesque scar permanently altering a once bright smile. Not that Wilde smiled much anymore anyways. The fact Zolf could see a lines of perspiration running down Wilde's hairline cemented his concerns.
"Take a break. You look like death."
Wilde scoffed, "Normal day then?" He went back to writing.
Zolf bit his bottom lip. "Wilde, look..."
"I'm fine, Zolf." Wilde snapped finally making eye contact with the dwarf. "Now why don't you go make yourself useful or sod off."
Zolf threw his hands in the air and stomped off, angrily sliding the shoji closed. "By the gods, you won't be happy until you're dead."
The innkeeper quickly vacated the kitchen when he saw the livid dwarf approaching. Even if he didn't understand either of the people whom taken over his inn, an argument was still an argument in any language.
Roughly an hour later, Zolf stood once again in Wilde's doorway, arms crossed staring intently at the man. Wilde did not acknowledge him.
"Do you have to be such a stubborn fool?" Zolf finally asked. "I'm a cleric for god sake, I can tell your..."
"I'm not sick, Zolf." Wilde cut him off sharply. Zolf scoffed.
"Oh really? So you're the cleric now?" He asked walking forward. "When was the last time you ate or slept?"
Wilde sighed and rubbed his head with his free hand then motioned to the mostly eaten food Zolf had given him yesterday.
"Wilde, you're no good to this fight if you're dead." Zolf said forcing his tone to soften.
Wilde remembered Grizzop saying something similar back in Damascus, that felt so long ago. Wilde's shoulders heaved another sigh. "What do you suggest then? A vacation? Leave all this? Forget the world is nearly lost just so I can get nap?" Wilde's pale face glistened with sweat.
"I...eh...no of course not!" Zolf replied, "I'm not saying..." He paused closing his eyes momentarily. "Wilde, I know better than anyone how hard you've been working. How dedicated you are to all..." He gestured around, "this. But I see how it wears on you, I see how exhausted you are. I...I can’t heal you...you know that." Zolf's tone lowered.
Wilde ran a hand over his face. Zolf wasn't wrong. Even he could feel the heat radiating off him. "I know." Damn anklets.
"Running yourself into the ground won't help anyone. It won't bring anymore answers to the weather or that weird island or whatever else you have banging around in your head."
Wilde finally put his pen down. "Fine, I will..." He pinched his eyes, ignoring the growing headache, "take five, if you promise to leave me alone after."
"No but you knew that already." Zolf said as Wilde stood. Well tried too at least, he swayed catching himself on the edge of the desk.
Zolf was already next to him, the height difference made supporting Wilde extremely difficult but thankfully being basically a waif meant less weight to steady. "You're burning up."
"Very perceptive of you." He'd tried for sassy but knew he wasn't in the head space for it. Wilde didn't argue when Zolf led them both to a bedroom.
"Sit." Zolf said then left room, again Wilde didn't fight. The cushion already felt a hundred times better than the hard chair he'd barely left in two days.
A wave of full exhaustion slapped him enough Wilde finally laid down. Zolf returned with a basin of water and a towel. With his hat removed the effects of his fever showed more predominantly as his hair curled around the edges of his face from the dampness.
"Definitely look like death." Zolf said as he rinsed the towel then laid it gently on Wilde's forehead. Wilde couldn't stop his eyes from fluttering closed.
Maybe Zolf had been right, maybe he had needed rest. He heard the sound of Zolf's footsteps heading toward the door.
"Thank you Zolf." Wilde whispered. The dwarf didn't reply but Wilde easily pictured the look on his face.
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ethanharli · 4 years
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Pairing(s): Kirishima Eijirou x Top Male Reader.
Warning(s): Fantasy AU, Fluff, Slight angst (but mostly fluff), Top reader, bottom character.
DNI; if you use she/her pronouns.
A/n- Just wanted to say thank you for one hundred followers! So I thought I'd make this, I hope y'all like it! Also requests are open for anyone who'd like to know :)
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"[Y/n]! I'm back!" My pointy ears twitched from the shout of greeting, turning my gaze towards a familiar red haired dragon shifter. The shorter male happily strode up to me with a bag in hand, filled with something that smelled of warm wheat. I couldn't help but tilt my head in confusion as I slowly moved towards him, gently taking the bag from his hand to sniff it out, nearly frowning from the sudden fits of laughter coming from the male. "Don't worry [Y/n], It's just bread" Eijirou chuckled softly, taking the bag from my hand to open it up and show me the small loafs hidden inside of it.
"B- brea, bread?" I spoke, confused by the sudden new word. Hoping I had pronounced it correctly since Eijiro has been trying his hardest to teach me how to speak their language, "Yes! I guess our lessons are finally paying off!" The small male's chest puffed up with pride, which caused my heart to swell with sudden happiness. Feeling a feeling I had yet to experience in my many decades of life, so going with my natural instincts I reached out towards the male, standing before him as I gently trailed my claws over his jawline, making sure not to hurt him. "E-Eije- Eijirou" I stuttered, trying my hardest to remember the pronunciation of his name, and from the happy feeling radiating from him I could tell I got it right. 
He let out a sudden cough when his cheeks began to flush a bright pink, taking a step back away from me while I nearly took a step closer to him, but refrained from doing so. "Why don't we go try some of this?" he smiled, waving the bag of bread around slightly as he pointed in the direction of my home, but that enthusiasm seemed to be a mask to cover up the fluttering of his heart that seemed to match mine. "We can even practice your speaking!" I merely nodded towards the male, deciding not to bring up the subject for now. And for the simple fact I couldn't speak that well just yet, so on the way to my house I listened to him rant on and on about these quests he'd go on with his friends, I always found them quiet enjoyable but it was when he talked about a blonde male that my smile would become strained.
I don't know what the feeling is, but its kind of.. Sour, and not knowing what to do about it I simply pushed the feeling down. "And then Bakugou nearly flew me into a tree!" I blinked back out of my thoughts, turning my head back towards the male with a confused look since I haven't been paying much attention. "We-Were yu hu-hurt?" I asked, worry now clouding my senses while my eye's scanned over his body, looking for anything that might be even close to a wound besides the scar above his eye. "Nah I'm alright! Just a small scratch" He chuckled, holding up his arm to show me the small cut that somewhat nagged at me, so I gently reached out and took his arm, slowly gliding two of my fingers over the cut while a bright blue light began to shine, healing the wound completely.
"Wow.. That's so manly! I wish I could do that! Anyways lets go eat yeah?"
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I couldn't help but shift around in the chair I'm sitting in, knowing it had been about two months since that day passed, and I have been able to speak his language a lot more fluently now. It has also been a while since I've even seen Eijirou, he told me he had another quest to go on with his friends so I should've expected as such, but.. It's lonely without him around and it's funny how that didn't bother me before, I was so used to being alone in this forest without anyone but the animals to keep me company. But one fateful day Eijirou fell out of a tree and landed by my feet, my first instinct was to apprehend him since I thought he was there to kill me, like most bounty hunters. But he was so weak and wounded that I decided to at least heal him first, it also helped that he didn't radiate any hostile energy.
But soon after that we became good friends- well more like he kept coming back and I kept trying to ignore him. However I'm glad I decided to open up to him, he's a good man and.. He makes me feel something I haven't felt before, something new and exciting but scary at the same time. I can only hope all goes we-
My thoughts were cut off when my front door opened up, revealing a disheveled wounded red head that I'm quiet familiar with, and I couldn't help but scan him thoroughly, seeing that his arm was in a cast and that little cuts are littered all over his body, while he also adored a busted lip. "Hey" He chuckled nervously, yet I could sense the small prickle of pain behind his words, so letting out a strained sigh I pointed down at the chair in front of me, "Sit, I'll heal your wounds" A small grumble ripped past my throat as he hobbled over and sat in the chair, looking at me with an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry for just barging in like that, but I just couldn't wait to see you" The corner of his lips curled up slightly when I scooted up closer to him, trying to ignore the flutter in my chest when our knees brushed against each others.
"It's okay Eijirou, I missed you too" I chuckled softly, pressing the pads of my fingers on his legs to heal whatever bruises were there and slowly making my way up. No other words were exchanged while I continued to heal him, making sure to get whatever I could so he wouldn't be in to much pain, however every now and then I'd get distracted by the fast beat of his heart, and the way I'd catch him looking at me. So I quickly went to heal his broken arm, looking up at the last thing that needed to be healed, his busted lip. "Ah- It's fine you've already done enough-!" He was a bit to slow with his words, cause I was quick to hook my finger under his chin, tilting his head up a bit to meet my gaze as I slowly trailed my thumb over his busted lip, yet making sure I don't accidentally hurt him with my claws.
Even after I healed his lip I just couldn't look away from him, the softness of his lips under my thumb making me wonder just how nice they'd feel against my own. And the deep red blush that adored his face as he leaned into my touch, looking to meet my gaze with slightly foggy eyes when I rested my other hand on his thigh, pulling him closer towards me so I could feel him more. Which he didn't seem to mind since he slowly brought a hand up to my cheek, tracing the back of his fingers along my cheekbone as I let out a batted breath, "You truly are magnifecent." Eijirou seemed surprised by my words, his eye's widened slightly as his hand moved to the back of my neck, pulling me closer until our lips were merely an inch apart. "May I?" I asked not wanting to make any sudden move without his permission until he finally nodded his head and closed his eyes.
At first our lips simply brushed against the others, until I finally captured his lips with mine, loving how soft they felt against my own. Nothing else seemed to matter as Eijirou slowly moved from his seat and into my lap, letting my hands roam down his sides and stay at his hips, taking in the slow movements of the kiss until I drew my tongue over his bottom lip, instinctively taking it between my teeth to give it a nice slow tug before I pulled back. Letting ourselves catch our breath as Eijirou rested his face in the crook of my neck.
"Does this mean- we're together now?" The red head asked, surprising me slightly while a small smile tugged at my lips.
"Of course my love."
"Hell yeah!"
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Sara Goode-Day
 Zoe BensonXOC!, Cordelia GoodeXOC!Daughter!, Misty DayXOC!Daughter! In this Cordelia and Misty went to school together and later became married and had a daughter. Misty is still the fun Stevie nicks loving character we know. This takes place after the events in season three just slightly different. Sara looks like Misty in the form on her hair and nose. Her eyes however come from Cordelia. Her personality is this perfect mix of Cordelia and Misty.
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~Her Outfit~
I sighs as I walk through the halls of Robichaux academy. It makes only two weeks ago that my mother, Misty, had become lost in the depths of hell. I can’t even begin to explain how much I miss her. She taught me how to spin like Stevie nicks does and even gave me one of her shawls! 
My other mother, Cordelia, has risen as Supreme and has opened the doors of the school to other girls who need to learn to control their magic. I know mom misses mama she just hasn’t talked to me about it. 
anyway mom called me, Zoe, and Queenie to meet in Queenie’s room as she needs to talk to us so that is where I am headed. As soon as I enter the room I see Zoe and Queenie standing by the window looking out. 
I walk over and look out to see at least a hundred if not more girls lined up waiting to come in. Zoe smiles at me and grabs my hand giving it a squeeze. I smile and squeeze her hand back.  
“The lines around the block!” Zoe says causing me to laugh lightly “the real question is where are we gonna put all of these girls?” I ask just as mom walks in the room smiling “we’ll buy more houses if we have to” Mom says looking over all three of us. 
“You three are powerful witches with more skill and confidence than I had for much of my life. I need you three to help me fulfill the promise of all this coven can be. A place to protect, develop, and celebrate witches. You will not only be my right hands. You will be my council. What do you say?” Mom questions looking between all three of us. 
Queenie and Zoe smile. “I got your back!” Queenie says while grabbing moms hand. Mom looks to Zoe next who grabs Queenie’s hand “I’d be honored” Zoe says causing mom to lightly laugh.
 I look up from where my eyes were starring at my feet and make direct eye contact with mom. I smile and grab her hand “I would love to” I add looking around the small circle with a smile. 
“Should we open the doors?” Zoe asks nodding her head towards the window. “Not yet. I have two things to handle real quick.” Mom says and pulls at my arm signaling me to follow. 
As we both walk out of the room and into the hall mom turns around and pushes some of my hair out of my face. “Did you need something mom?” I ask searching her face for some kind of sign. 
“Sara, I know I haven’t talked to you about what happened with mama and I know it hurts you to not have me even though you need me so I wanted to say I am sorry” Mom says as tears come to both of our eyes. 
“I know you didn’t mean to and I also know you need time to heal too. I am not hurt by you distancing yourself slightly. There is no reason to apologize for something out of your control. I will be okay!” I say as a few tears slip from my eyes causing mom to wipe them away and pull me in for a hug. 
“god when did you become so wise? I will always be here for you so if you ever need to talk just come find me” Mom says squeezing me a little tighter. “I will mom. I will.” I say and release from the hug. 
“Don’t you have something else you need to do?” I ask causing mom to smile and nod. “Something tells me you grandmother isn’t dead after all” Mom says and walks away. 
Suddenly I feel a set of arms wrap around my waist and a kiss pressed to my shoulder. “What did Cordelia need?” Zoe asks as I turn around “she wanted to talk about mama being gone” I say causing Zoe to smile sadly. 
“If you ever need to talk I am here” Zoe says moving some hair from my face. I rest my hands on her hips as she puts a hand on my cheek and kisses me. “Thank you” I whisper against her lips as I rest my forehead on hers. “Cut it out lovebirds and come one!” Queenie says causing us to laugh and walk down the stairs. 
As the girls come in and gather around mom starts talking to them.
“ Miss Robichaux's Academy for Exceptional Young Ladies was established as a premiere girls' finishing school in 1790. Afterwards, it came under new management. Our management. We survived. Up until now, that's all we've done. But as I look at your faces-- all of those beautiful, all of those perfect-- I know together... we can do more than survive. It's our time to thrive.” Mom explains when one of the girls raises her hand. 
“What's a Supreme?” she asks causing Zoe, Queenie, and I to look at each other. “You're looking at her” I say motioning up to mom causing my mother to smile at me.
~Five Years Later~
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~Her New Outfit~
I suppose a little information would be nice about what has happened over the past five years. Well, to start, Zoe and I, around a year ago, got engaged and are patiently waiting to get married. 
Queenie is all excited because she gets to travel to L.A. to be on some game show. We have all grown as witches and have learned so much. Queenie, Zoe, and I all teach classes at the school and Mom even asked me to become headmistress. 
For now I am learning how to do that as well as teach classes. Currently I am talking with Queenie about her trip with a few other girls. Mom is showing around a new student named Mallory. 
“Guess who's going to Hollywood!” Queenie says causing me to laugh as mom and Mallory walk in.“You are.” Mom says chuckling and looks over to me and smiles 
“Yes. I just got my tickets for The Price is Right 'cause it's Plinko all day, ho. And I found a really cute hotel. It's, like, old, but it's just been renovated, - and it's downtown. It's kind of..” Queenie explains but soon gets interrupted by Mallory yelling out “No! I know I don't know you well, but... you don't want to stay downtown” Mallory explains 
“Who's this?” Queenie asks looking to her “Hi. I'm Mallory” Mallory says causing me to smile. “Queenie.” Queenie says.
“This is Mallory, and it's her first day. Mallory this is Sara my daughter” Mom  explains as Queenie nods her head at the first part. “Welcome!” I say as I walk closer to the three witches. 
“I've just heard the traffic in L.A. is brutal, and it would take you over an hour to get to the beach” Mallory explains but I feel like something is off about her.
"Right, yeah. Uh... I'm not gonna fly , miles just to see highway. I guess I'll stay in Venice. Be better” Queenie says causing Mallory to nod and smile. 
Mom and Mallory then walk away and I walk over to where Zoe is teaching and watch her. The next thing I know I hear mom cry out a name I though I would never hear again.
 “Misty?!” Mom asks. My head immediately shoots up and I quickly walk around to the front door. Mom and Mama both look up at me as they are the only ones standing by the front door. “Mama?” I question barley above a whisper. 
Mama smiles as tears run down her face and moms. I immediately run over to them and jump into mama’s arms as tears rush down my face like water in a waterfall. 
Mom rest a hand on mama’s back as she releases from the hug. “Look at you Sara! All grown up!” Mama says causing mom to laugh and me to smile. She wipes the tears from my eyes and takes a step back. 
“What happened to my little girl who would dance around to Stevie with me?” Mama asks causing all three of us to laugh “She is still here just a little taller” I say causing her to smile. 
“I missed you both so much!” Mama says looking between the two of us. “We missed you Misty” mom says grabbing mama’s left hand with her right. Mama goes to grab my left hand but stops when she feels something. 
She lifts my hand and looks at my engagement ring. “What is this?” she questions with a small smile on her face. “It’s my engagement ring. I am engaged mama” I say causing her to look at mom. 
“You said our baby girl could get married? Do I even know who this person is? Cordelia?!? Say something!” Mama says causing both mom and I to start laughing. 
“Yes! Misty you know who it is!” Cordelia says just as Zoe comes around the corner calling out my name. “There you are!” Zoe says then notices Mama. “Misty?” Zoe questions causing mama to smile and walk over and hug her.  
“How long do you think the happy reunion will last once we tell mama Zoe is my fiancée?” I whisper to mom causing her to laugh. “Zoe better start running now if she wants to still marry you” Mom says causing both of us to laugh.
Zoe and Mama turn around when they hear us laughing. “What are you two laughing about?” mama asks. “Do you want to meet my fiancée mama?” I ask causing her to nod and Zoe to look at me questioningly. 
I walk over to her and stand next to Zoe. “Mama meet my fiancée Zoe. Zoe meet my mother Misty” I say as mom walks over and grabs mama’s arm to hold her still just incase. 
“Sara is marrying Zoe? And Zoe, you are marrying my daughter?” Mama asks and tries to step forward but we both move back a step just to be safe. “Yes” we say at the same time. “Run” mom says to both of us  as she turns mama around to face her. 
Basically she tricked mom and chased Zoe around the house for a good hour until finally giving up as Zoe had teleported to our room where mom and I were sitting talking about the wedding. Eventually mama found her and decided to have the same threatening talk mom had with Zoe. 
Now everything is fine and we had a family meal out at the swamp shack. Mama, Mom, Zoe, and I all played games and listened to Stevie until late in the night when we all retired to bed. 
Nothing could be better than your family being together again. 
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Underwing Challenge Day 3
"Who is your main cast? Describe as many of your OCs as you can cram into one post."
(Event Link) - (Day One) - (Day Two)
As many as I can cram into one post? Whooo-boy, you have no idea what you've asked for <3
Because Stolen is a Fantasy Romance, it's written in Third Person Close/Limited from the points of view of Stella Korazon and Reilly Mosswolf.
Stella Korazon
"Loving someone forever is the easy part, so long as you actually love them in the first place." - Stella
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At the start of Stolen, Stella is a young but very talented thief. She was raised by her Da', Colm Korazon in a wagon that they used to travel the East Coast caravan route of Moryann.
Her greatest skills include being able to read a persons body language, and her pick-pocketing. She was taught how to fight, but her preferred reaction is to evade, dodge, run, or a mixture of the three.
Physically she's small. Short, and very slim, and with long blonde hair to her waist/hips and large blue eyes that make her look younger than she is, a look that she often uses to her advantage.
Stella's also a very good mimic, she can copy people's patterns of speech and behaviors as long as she's given sufficient time to study them.
Her biggest disadvantage is innocence. While Stella isn't naive to the dangers of Moryann, or the darker sides of the world she lives in, her Da' always encouraged social isolation. Teaching her to trust him, herself, and no one else. This makes for a strange dichotomy to her character that I enjoy playing with where she might be able to flirt with a mark and fluster them enough to rifle through their pockets unnoticed, but blush and stumble when being on the receiving end of genuine thanks or kindness.
Reilly Mosswolf
"You're in trouble, and I can help. Do I need more of a reason than that?" - Reilly
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Reilly's parents were murdered when he was very young. He's elven, so very young for him was around 22 years, the developmental equivalent to mid-teens.
After his parents death, Reilly had his younger sister to look after, so he took to stealing. He was rather bad at it, and was caught. Luckily, for him, but the Guild Master of the Antillune Thieves Guild, Aldune Lamuird.
Instead of turning Reilly over to the guard, he took Reilly and his sister into the guild and looked after them, training both siblings himself when they expressed a desire to learn the trade.
At the start of Stolen, Reilly is 252 years old, and the current guild master having inherited his position from Aldune. Despite that he, and the guild, are in trouble.
For the previous year or two, there has been a rival guild from the Western side of Moryann beginning to encroach on the Antillune Guild's territory and while it hasn't yet escalated to an all out war, tensions are building.
Not least because around 6 months prior, Reilly's sister was found dead, having been clearly tortured. While Reilly is sure that the rival guild are responsible, he has no evidence and won't put the thieves under his protection at risk for a personal vendetta.
Physically, Reilly has the black eyes and sun-burnished skin of his mother's Desert Elf heritage. He also has black hair that he keeps shoulder length, and a scruff of a beard that helps give a messy edge to a face that would otherwise stand out in a crowd. He also has the traditional Forest Elf tattoo's that span from shoulder to wrist along his left arm; His family history written in elven.
His strengths are his experience, and his willingness to listen to opinions and advice other than his own. Reilly is a strong fighter, and Aldune taught him to carefully balance the racial specific talents of both his parents bloodlines, and to use them to his advantage. He has the powerful blows that belong to the forest clans, but the speed of the desert elves, making him a formidable opponent before he even picks up a blade.
Reilly's biggest disadvantage is his fear of losing people. Over the years, Reilly has lost almost everyone he's ever loved or cared for. His parents, Aldune, his sister Eryn, even a lover or two. He has an inner circle of people he relies on within the guild, six people he trusts above all others, but his best friend and the only one truly able to get through to him is Dara Brookor.
Reilly uses nicknames and pet-names to distance himself from his guild members, giving the illusion of closeness, but using the affectionate names to distance himself, and make sure he can't put a real name to a face should one of the people under his protection turn up dead.
It's when Reilly begins to use a person's real name, that they've truly begun to worm their way under his armor.
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Stella and Reilly are surrounded by a small supporting cast, each of whom has a very important part to play in either the main characters lives, or the main plot, although that may not come to fruition within the first book...
Dara Brookor
"So you're trying to tell me that, when you realised you were developing a meaningful connection to a person you have known for less than a decade, you didn't panic, pull back, and avoid them like a complete moron?" - Dara
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Dara runs most of the administrative side of the Antillune Thieves Guild. She handles all the records, job allocations and thief payments, and is also responsible for pairing up thieves whose skills will compliment each other.
She's also the best friend to Reilly Mosswolf. She met Reilly, and his sister Eryn, when they were attempting to steal from one of her clients. Before joining the guild, Dara ran a brothel in Antillune, and when Eryn Mosswolf tried to disguise herself as an employee to get close to her target, Dara interfered in an attempt to protect her staff.
Once the situation was explained, she ended up helping Eryn and Reilly with their job, and occasionally passing along information on good targets if a client tried to skip out on their bill.
Dara is over six feet tall, and almost half as broad, which is the only sign of her part ogre heritage. She has honey-blonde curls that she keeps cut to her jaw, and dark blue-green eyes.
She made good use of her imposing form to keep her staff protected and her clients in line, but eventually her establishment was set on fire by a competitor, which is when Reilly asked her to work for him instead, in the administrative side of the guild.
The fact that it meant Reilly got out of most of the paperwork was, he swears, simply a bonus.
Dara's strength is her ability to connect with people. While she isn't a thief, her long history in Antillune has given her a network on contacts across the city that feed her a steady supply of information, and Dara can quickly utilise those contacts to seek out any specific leads she or the guild needs.
Her weakness is that she doesn't want to think badly of anyone, and it can cloud her judgement. She doesn't automatically look for deceit and deception, which has often led to her finding herself in dangerous situations.
Thankfully, Dara strikes an intimidating form, can curse like an Antillune sailor, and knows how to wield blades well enough to back up her threats.
Myris Orinan
"I am not the youngest graduate from the college of Wizardry in nearly two centuries for nothing." - Myris
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Myris Orinan is, simply put, a genius.
A forest elf in possession of extremely powerful elemental magic, Myris is one of only 3-4 people in Moryann who can control all four branches of elemental magic and manipulate them simultaneously to access the rare Kurro or Healing magic.
He completed his training at the College of Wizardry in less than 100 years, making him one of the youngest graduates to ever complete the training and he is also passable-to-fluent in over ten languages.
Myris is also entirely mute.
Married to Tanar Orinan, the pair met when Tanar had been hired to steal something from the library in the College of Wizardry. Myris discovered the thief, mid-job, because he'd been working late into the night and bound Tanar before demanding an explanation for his presence.
Tanar agreed to surrender the book, and forfeit the contract, in exchange for being allowed to court Myris and the pair were quickly inseparable.
Due to this close association with the Antillune Guild, however, Myris was attacked, kidnapped, and tortured for information on the guild, and on Reilly Mosswolf in particular.
Even though, at the time, he had no knowledge to give, his attackers punished him for withholding information by forcing an alchemical mixture into him that burnt away his vocal chords, effectively rending his magic useless as it's commonly accepted that without the ability to speak a spell, spellcasters and wizards are rendered powerless.
Myris proved everyone's theories on elemental magic wrong however by slowly developing his own language using hand positioning and finger shapes to communicate words and phrases, and with practice and strength of will he gradually taught himself how to cast spells with a non-verbal trigger, instead of a spoken one.
While Myris has physically recovered as well as he can from the experience, and his magic is as strong as ever, despite requiring more effort to cast non-verbally, Myris has been left with a powerful hatred of Vine, and an ever encroaching fear that such an attack will happen again.
After his recovery, and several assessments by the College to prove that he could continue to retain his Wizard title, Myris moved to the Antillune Thieves guild to work as their wizard in residence, providing wards and magical services to the guild in exchange for a modest fee and even working to create unique items to help the guild function better and to keep its members safer.
Myris does not leave the Guild grounds without Tanar by his side, and even then only in exceptional circumstances. If he is required to leave the guild for any reason, it also tends to leave him with nightmares for several weeks.
Honorable Mentions
I had some others I was going to do but this is so long already, and I'm already 7 hours into Day Four that I'm pushing them into an honorable mentions section instead.
Tanar Sotor Orinan, Indre Larieth, Lurall Penrith and Nilion Kurez are all additional members of the guilds Inner Circle.
Tanar is half plains elf and half human, and is married to Myris. He used to be the thief partner to Eryn Mosswolf after Reilly was made guild master.
Indre Larieth is a half-elf who was recruited by Nilion Kurez, but has remained steadfastly loyal to Reilly for many years. Due to her Snow Elf heritage she can appear stand-offish and cold, but she cares deeply for her chosen few, and will go to extraordinary lengths to do whatever she thinks is nessecary to protect them.
Lurall Penrith was once trained by the Ikhari guild of assassins. It wasn't a path he chose, but instead of running her decided to become good enough that the guild would have no choice but to allow him to leave. After he met Reilly, he leveraged the backing of another guild to convince the Ikhari to let him walk away. Lurall now runs the Guild Outpost in the Western Desert, but frequently visits Reilly in Antillune.
Nilion Kurez is a Forest Elf, and has been a member of the Antillune thieves guild since Aldune Lamuird founded it. He helped write many of the guilds laws, and has known Reilly most of his life, having watched him grow up inside the guild, and in many cases been one of Reilly's teachers.
Hawk Denill is the face of Vine in Book One, and the person who hires Stella to break into the guild and steal from Reilly Mosswolf. He is a dark character who I intend to be a thorn in Stella and Reilly's side for at least the first three books. Once a member of Reilly's own guild, Hawk was banished when the guild discovered he was responsible for a series of grisly murders in Antillune. Hawk has returned to the city only recently, confident with the backing of a new guild.
Liandra 'Andy' Jenkin is a bright but brash young thief who Dara partners with Stella once she settles into the guild. Andy is Human, but makes up for the disadvantages this gives her in speed and strength by sheer enthusiasm, and stubborn determination. Andy has a grudge of her own against Vine, since their people laid an ambush on her last job that injured her and killed her previous partner.
Colm Korazon is Stella's Da'. While Colm is also a thief, he's not a particularly good one. He raised Stella in a travelling caravan, using it as a base to sell all sorts of false herbal remedies, imitation magical items, and any other junk he could con people into purchasing. All the while training Stella to do what he could not. By the time she was old enough to blend in with the crowds that gathered around his stall, the items he attempted to sell were merely a distraction to allow Stella to silently search through pockets.
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