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xlovelybluebellex · 3 months

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Joint Custody

Summary: Some kids have overbearing parents. Others don’t even know their parents. Charlie has somehow managed to get both.

Warnings: None! :)

Charlie sat in front of the TV, some random cartoon blearing rather loudly. She didn’t really know what was going on, she just found the blearing lights and colors amusing.

She glanced down, looking at her fallen dolls. Her forgotten tea set was perched on the table, remnants of her tea party scattered around the room.

Charlie glanced up when she heard a bit of arguing, the sound of shattering following. She whimpered a little, standing on wobbly legs. Her knees were weak, ready to give out at any moment.

The Princess of Hell stepped into the small kitchen of the hotel, big eyes full of curiosity. She loved seeing the world around her, even if it wasn’t so friendly.

Which was basically the situation at hand.

Alastor, the feared Radio Demon, and Lucifer, ruthless King of Hell, both stared each other down in the kitchen. The two sat over the island, a bowl of applesauce sat on top.

“I told you she doesn’t like-“ “Well it’s what she asked for my dear, minuscule friend!” “If you call that one more fucking time-“ Charlie whimpered, breaking the two men’s argument.

Both jerked their heads towards Charlie, faces fallen. Well, except the menacing grin Alastor kept. Charlie didn’t know if it made her feel protected or terrified.

“Hello darling! And what’re you doing in here?” Alastor asked, stepping closer. “Yeah, ducky, it’s not good for you to be in here.” Lucifer said, going over and setting her on his hip.

Charlie shrugged, wrapping her arms around Lucifer’s neck. She may have been quite a bit taller, but she still liked being held. “Daddy, food?” Charlie asked, looking at him with a smile.

Lucifer was about to respond, when Alastor cut him off. “Soon, my fawn! Very soon, if your dear father would simply let me finish.” Alastor said, giving Lucifer a more malicious than joyful grin.

“Now hang on a second. Al was screwing it up, honey, Daddy was fixing it for you.” Lucifer said. “You can agree that I know what you like, right my little apple?” He said, his voice getting higher at the pet name.

Charlie shrugged, stuffing a hand in her mouth. “Charlie!” Alastor said, catching her attention. Charlie turned, watching Alastor conjure up a pacifier. She smiled happily, letting Alastor take her into his arms and pop the soother in her mouth. “Yes, always willing to provide for you, my dear.” He said, running a hand through her hair.

“Char-Char! Look at this, kiddo!” Lucifer said, catching her attention with a bright flash of light magic. The King of Hell then took his cane, doing a little spin trick, and simultaneously turning it into an apple themed rattle.

Alastor grimaced with his smile as Charlie excitedly reached for the toy, letting Lucifer take her into his arms again. “My sweet little baby duckling.” Lucifer said in the baby talk he reserved only for her whilst shaking the rattle for her and kissing her face a few times.

And that’s how it began. The bickering.

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The tea party had been resembled, thanks to both Alastor and Lucifer. Of course, they argued over that and everything else about the activity.

“Well this has to be the most enticing tea party this world has ever seen! Far better than that little get together, the Boston Tea Party correct?” Alastor asked, making Charlie giggle.

Charlie giggled, giving herself some more tea. “For once, he’s not spewing nonsense! Quite the party Char-Char, and the guests are just lovely.” Lucifer complimenting, throwing his hand back in a dramatic way. Charlie full on laughed at that, making Lucifer smile a bit more.

”Al, thirsty?” Charlie asked. “Say no more, my darling.” The Radio Demon said, taking a sip of his ‘tea’ and conjuring up a sippy cup full of apple juice. Charlie thanked him sweetly, taking the thing from him.

Charlie took a sip, gasping and smiling at Alastor when she tasted the juice. Normally people just made milk for her! “Thank you Al!” She chirped, her lisp evident.

Alastor smiled victoriously towards Lucifer, making the fallen angel scoff. However, the second Charlie looked over, his bright smile was back.

Then Charlie noticed she was missing something. She looked around, getting a bit distressed as she searched. “Looking for someone?” Her father asked, holding up her dear stuffed duck, Squeakers.

Charlie jumped onto Lucifer, hugging him tightly and taking Squeakers with a big smile. “Daddy found her!” She said happily. Lucifer laughed along, kissing his daughter’s nose. “Yes, well. Daddy will always be here to help you, ducky.” Lucifer smirked, holding Charlie close as he mirrored the look Alastor gave him a few moments prior.

And that’s how the rest of the afternoon went.

The two went back and forth, amusing Charlie. However, she was starting to get pretty hungry now. And all these toys were getting hard to hold. She’d almost dropped the horned teddy bear Alastor had gifted her, whilst trying to hold onto the crocheted red snake from Lucifer.

“Hungry!” Charlie chimed over the bickering. Both Alastor and Lucifer hadn’t even realized they’d completely forgotten to make her food. It took a moment before they scrambled to the kitchen, trying to finish making her favorite apple sauce first.

Just then, Vaggie walked in through the front. She set her bag down on the table, picking a few toys up. Charlie smiled, looking up at her and raising her arms. “Hey mija.” She said, kissing her cheek and holding the little in a koala style.

”Daddy and Al still fighting over you?” Vaggie asked, smirking a little. Charlie giggled and shrugged, leaning into Vaggie. “That’s okay. We can wait out here until they’re done, querida.” Vaggie said, ruffling Charlie’s blonde hair.

Charlie cuddled close, smiling softly. Sure, it wasn’t great watching her caregivers argue. But at least she knew they loved her.

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thisismeracing · 6 months

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King of my heart | MS47 | part. 20

Pairing: Mick Schumacher x Hamilton!reader (she/her)

Warnings: curse words, mentions of food and alcohol, tooth-rotting fluff, angsty, mentions of anxiety and break up, not proofread, etc, etc. Minors DNI!

word count: 1.9k

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Summary: Mick Schumacher rode a lousy wave for quite some time, so when the sky gets cleaner and the sun brighter he just knows something terrible may be in store for him. Whereas y/n was just so magnetic, and the possibilities of life with her seemed better than anything his mind could ever create, that’s why, for the first time in forever, he threw caution carelessly through the window, hoping to get to the finish line before it catches up on him.

A/n: Thank you so so much for all the love and support! I see you, and I appreciate you! *mwah* I hope you guys like this chapter! Don't forget to reblog and let me know your thoughts <3

“Hey, Mase,” Yn smiled when she spotted the brown-haired Brit on the farthest table. Her stomach did a little somersault, and her heart got confused between beating faster or keeping the usual pace.

Mason was right in front of her, wearing a white shirt and his biggest grin, the same he used to wear when they first became friends. Yn watched how he fiddled with his sunglasses and smiled wider. He, too, was a bit nervous about this conversation. “Thank you for agreeing to meet me,” she said before sitting down in front of him.

“We both deserve closure,” Mason stated, and Yn nodded.

She grabbed her phone, typing away a message to tell Mick she got there safely, and when she put down the device, she saw Mason eyeing the whole scene.

“Does he make you happy?” he asked, no harm or hidden hatred behind his question and Yn knew it because his features seemed relaxed, a small tug on the corner of his lips gave away he wasn’t stressed or bothered.

She nodded, “The happiest. Maybe that’s why I was so scared at first because I’ve never felt like this. And I know how dangerous unknown feelings can be.”

Mason bit his lips, “Was he the reason you wanted to see me? Did he suggest it?”

“Yes and no,” she shook her head and chuckled. “He didn’t suggest it, Lewis did, actually. He has been since we broke up, you know he used to be wiser than us both, and he still is.”

“I hope Lando doesn’t hear this, but I secretly root for Lewis. I will always do, even though we’re not really family anymore, nor friends.”

With the fond mention of her brother, Yn smiled, “Deep down he liked you, he was just afraid we were gonna hurt each other, and, he won’t admit it but he was jealous too. You were my first serious boyfriend after all.”

“My mom loved you too, even though she wouldn’t say it.”

Yn rolled her eyes playfully, before straightening her back, “We were so young, now look at you, playing for the big clubs, having fans around the world. I’m proud of you, Mase. And I’m sorry it took me forever to finally get to this point, I’m sorry for the things I said when we broke up, sorry for not being more patient with you.”

“I’m sorry too, Yn. I was kind of a dick to you in some situations, I can recognize it. We both should’ve had more patience, but I don’t condemn who we were, because, at the end of the day, you can’t expect experience from somebody who only started adult life. We were young and a bit reckless if you ask me,” their eyes met, and shared a laugh, both remembering the same situation.

“Still, I should have messaged you before. We were young, but we know better now, it’s been a while since we know better, and I should have-”

Mason grabbed her wrist gently, and laid her hand on the table, “You know what didn’t change? You still act like everything is your responsibility and your fault. It’s not your job to fix the world, Yn. You could have messaged me before, yes, but so could I. But neither of us was ready, we didn’t have a reason to do so too. Now you’re in love, and you want to dive in without the weight of a past relationship, that’s reason enough, and it’s ok to do it for yourself, you deserve tranquility too.”

Yn averted her eyes to her glass of water, just when the host got to their table, asking what they would order. Both smiled politely, asked for the vegan version of whatever was the main dish that night, and went back to talking.

“I see your point,” she breathed.

“You gotta let people in. Yes, you need to think about others, but sometimes, some things can be avoided just by sharing the burden,” Mason stopped to take a sip of his water. “I think this is one of the reasons we didn’t work, we both wanted to take the weight and we didn’t communicate the way we should. We were so caught up in not hurting the other that we ended up hurting ourselves.”

“We hurt each other too,” Yn sighed.

“We did, and I was so angry I wouldn’t eat at your parents anymore, your dad was a great chef,” they laughed.

“Shut up, I had a list of things I would buy for your niece, and by the time some of the stuff I bought got there we weren’t together anymore.”

Mason threw his head back, covering his face with his hands to suppress the noise.

When silence settled by their table, Yn asked, “Do you forgive me?”

“Did we forgive ourselves already?”

She rolled her eyes again that night, the same playful banter as before, “My older version was a bit reckless, but I wouldn’t be here without her, so I found it in me to forgive her, yes. How about you? Have you forgiven yourself?”

“Yeah, I’ve learned my lesson, nowadays I keep all the important dates on my calendar and they’re synced so if I lose my phone I won’t forget about a date,” he joshed making Yn laugh. They fought once because Mason forgot they had a date night scheduled, only for the fight to get bigger when Yn lost her phone and, without her calendar, forgot about one of his soccer matches. “I forgive you, Yn. Can you forgive me too?”

“I think I forgave you a long time ago, Mase, I just wasn’t ready to admit it yet.”

He smiled.

They kept talking through dinner, from how their friends' group were nowadays, to racing and football. They had forgotten how funny talking to each other was. They still were compatible even after so many years, after growing and living and going through their fears, they still had that small seed that grew into a beautiful friendship years ago.

When it was time to go, Mason wrapped his arms around Yn in a tight and long hug.

“I wish you all the happiness in the world,” she whispered.

“I wish you all the happiness in the world,” he repeated, adding, “You deserve it.”

“We do.”

“Thank you, Yn. Let your boyfriend know you guys can have free seats in any Mancity game you want,” he lightened the mood.

“Meh, I don’t think he’ll be that thrilled, Lew already got him into the Arsenal train,” Yn joked and Mason huffed, “but tell your girlfriend she’s invited to my next launch, and she can have a free pair of heels from this winter collection.”

“She’s not my girlfriend yet, I’m still thinking about the best way to pop the question,” Mason reminded, and Yn shrugged.

“Yet. It’s just a matter of time. Also, this suggestion is only up if she’s not the jealous type, I don’t know, sometimes people are used to exes hating each other, when they see a pair different they can feel weird about it.”

“You’re ranting,” he chuckled.

“I’m ranting, sorry.”

“No, but she’s not jealous, I told her everything when the pictures came up, and she was fine. She still follows you by the way, liked all the posts about the winter collection, and talked my ears off when someone on Twitter said the shoes were ugly.”

They laughed.

“See you, Mase,” she bid farewell, planting a friendly kiss on his cheek.

“See you, Yn.”

When she got home that night Mick was sleeping on her couch, the TV on playing a random program about animals in Australia or whatever. The lights dimmed, and one of her scent candles was on, making the room glow and smell like peaches. She removed her heels, and coat, before lying on top of him, leaving a trail of kisses from his naked chest to his face. Mick moved slightly, brought her closer with one arm, and rubbed his eyes using his free hand.

“Hi, Schatzi,” his sleepy voice made Yn shiver slightly.

She smiled, threading her fingers between his messy golden strands, “Hi, love. Were you waiting for me?”

The Germa nodded, nuzzling his head on her neck, “I didn’t wanna go to be without you,” he confessed.

You could say they were going through their honeymoon phase, but they were very much aware that this would be a long phase. They would do things together and stay together as much as possible because they knew race weeks were crazy, their schedules wouldn’t always match, and both had a hectic life, so going to bed together, sharing breakfast in the morning, and doing small things with the other was something they agree on. Communication had been the key, and so both would confess their feelings and voice their needs, in order to avoid unnecessary fights.

“Well, let’s go then, we have a long day tomorrow,” Yn pecked his lips before getting up and they made the small walk to the bedroom tangled in each other.

“Did you finish packing?” Mick asked, eyes still closed, head buried on Yn’s neck.

She bit her lips, stopping by the bathroom door and turning her head. Their lips smashed together, and she scratched his neck lightly, earning a grunt from him. Mick’s grip on her waist tightened, and just when Yn thought she had him, he held her cheeks between his hands.

“Not gonna work,” he shook his head. “Did you finish packing?” he punctuated each word with a peck on her pouty lips and Yn whined.

“I didn’t, I’m sorry. Can you help me in the morning?” she gave him the doe eyes and Mick sighed, suppressing a laugh, before finally nodding. “Do you happen to have some free space in yours, by the way?”

This time she heard his laugh when he got inside the bathroom. She followed suit, watching him start to brush his teeth. She loved how domestic it felt to go through her night routine with Mick by her side. That wasn’t the first night they shared together, the first night he spent in her apartment, but each time she felt it again and again, and it was so peaceful. It felt warm and comfortable. It felt like love.

The next morning Mick helped Yn finish packing, they had breakfast at her parents’ house and then went on to their trip. They had planned to travel and enjoy the week’s break together in Mallorca, at the Schumacher’s holiday house. It wasn’t high season, but it also meant no beach for then, which wasn’t a problem, because they planned on staying at home and enjoying the privacy. Mick had some date nights ready in places he knew Yn would like, and she got a list of things they could do together in the house.

For the first time, she wasn’t really stressed about all the pap pics of her and Mason, and all the speculation happening. Mick wasn’t, so why would she?

They chose to focus on their trip and both agreed on starting to soft launch for some time, before finally going public. People already knew, or suspected, and it would be better if they got used to the fact that this was their life. Everyone would want a peek into it, and there was a portion of their life that would inevitably be in the open, so what they could do was give this portion themselves, instead of trying to keep it a secret and letting the media run their headlines.

Their plan would have worked if only they hadn’t got carried away at a party and kissed. In front of everyone. The thing is, sometimes people need clarity, which means until they didn’t announce their relationship the speculations would go on, and that same night tons of headlines were already up.

And the news was: Yn and Mason were back together.

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lunabug2004 · 2 months

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Why the Troy and Angela Situations Should Not Be Compared (+ Why Mike's Reaction Is Valid)

One of the things that gets my blood boiling as a Mike defender is when people try to compare the bullying/El's reaction to said bullying between the Troy and Angela scenes. They are not the same thing, not even close! Yes, they're both cases of bullying, but two very different levels of extreme.

Yes, I understand that words can hurt just as much, if not more, than a physical weapon, and Mike understands this too, that's why he tries to connect with El the morning after. But in the real world, one without monsters or powers, the one they believe they're living in at the time, violence is almost never the answer, it only makes things worse, as it did. Mike also understand this. Now, yes, it took him a minute to figure out that El didn't quite understand this yet, but he works to fix his mistakes as soon as he does.

Now, let's look at season 1's incident. Troy is threatening to cut Dustin with a knife if Mike doesn't jump off the quarry cliff. Two lives are in immediate and direct danger in this situation. El, literally at the last second, saves Mike as he's falling, so that's one problem fixed and one less life at stake. By this time, yes, Troy has moved away from Dustin, but he is still holding the knife! And then he aggressively steps towards El, threatening her with it, so she snaps his arm and makes him drop it. This is self defense, as well as defending her friends from a dangerous situation.

In season 4, Angela publicly humiliates El. Yes, it's awful, and yes, she deserves the smack that she gets for it, but it's nowhere near as bad as what Troy was doing. Angela isn't putting any lives in immediate danger, she's not brandishing a weapon! Legally, El smacking Angela is assault, because at the point of the roller-scate-smack, the ordeal is done with, and there was no physical harm done. I'd like to add that I'm aware of El falling, and that she may have been hurt, but technically no one touched her, so it still isn't technically self-defense (I may be wrong here, pls correct me if so). This is a very unfortunate situation, and I feel terrible for El, as should everyone, but I'm a firm believer that when it comes to bullies, you shouldn't fight fire with fire, and Mike seems to carry this belief as well, as he repeatedly tells the boys to just ignore their bullies in s1. @foodiewithdahoodie has an old post (can't find it irl, but it's stuck in my brain) in which they say El treats Angela, a normal girl who is not a serious threat, with the same extreme hostility she shows the UD monsters, and I completely agree with this. El is flawed, and Mike's not a bad person for reacting to those flaws, that just happen to include unnecessary violence, the way a normal person would.

Anyways, what I'm getting at here is that these two situations are completely different (again, Troy has a literal weapon, two peoples' lives were being actively threatened!) and Mike's reaction in both circumstances were completely valid! In season one, he was seconds away from death, and so when El saved him and made the threat go away, he was eternally grateful for her defense. In season 4, he tries so hard to get to her when he realizes what's going on despite having just found out she'd been lying to him for months, and he was even completely on El's side, trying to find and comfort her, until she hit Angela, then he believed she went too far (she did), so he made that known. He's never been one to sugarcoat when he disagrees with certain behaviors, and he doesn't start here, he tells it like it is: Angela doesn't look fine. It also is just a lot to process, so it doesn't surprise me that it takes an overnight thought-session for him to figure out where he went wrong, and again, he tries to make it up to her! To connect with her, bringing down some of his walls in the process! She just disregards his experiences, then brings up him not saying ILY, so he gets defensive and puts back up his walls, and they never get to continue this conversation! (This is an analysis for another day in and of itself tbh)

To reiterate, it just irks me when people compare these scenes to try and make Mike out to be a bad person, when they are nowhere near the same situation! His reactions being different makes total sense, esp when adding the shock-factor of it all! I'll stop talking now cuz this could go on forever and I lowkey feel like I'm just repeating myself now.

Pls tell me your thoughts on this!

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maxislvt · 1 year

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Let It Snow

Summary: Christmas eve trapped with your least favorite teammate

Warnings: Smut, omegaverse, omega Wanda, dubious consent, oral sex (r receiving), vaginal sex, knotting

A/N: Yes, two smut fics in a row have been omegaverse. No, I do not have a problem.

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No one will say it publicly, but being an Avenger comes with a lot of tense and awkward interactions among teammates. You all shared one goal of saving the world and protecting those who needed protecting, not everyone could agree on what that looked like. As if that weren't enough, the different ranks amongst the team made this even worse. Whether it was worth it to fight an enemy convoy to stop a terrorist organization from getting weapons if it meant endangering a local town was a tense argument on its own, having two alphas constantly trying to outperform each other only made it worse. Maybe two omegas would have the misfortune of being on their heat at the same time and were constantly ready to rip each other's heads off for alpha attention.

Sometimes things would get tense behind closed doors and you absolutely hated it. Which is why you chose to suppress yourself as much as you reasonably could. The whole team knew you were an alpha, that much you would be honest about, but you refused to do anything else. They didn't need to know when your rut started or what your real scent was, they just needed to know you were a dependable teammate with the skills to back it up. However, not everyone seemed to appreciate that kindness and general neutrality. Many of the agents talked behind your back and looked down upon you for being so passive, but you simply brushed them off. Most of them were you subordinates and were jealous.

Ignoring petty underlings was easy, but you can't exactly avoid such tensions with teammates. You didn't even want to. It satisfied you more to talk things out and reach understanding, but one Avenger in particular didn't want to talk it out. Wanda had been a little standoffish at first. Pietro, her brother, was much more outgoing. You noticed how Wanda tended to hide behind her brother and tried your best to talk to her directly, but that seemed to be the start of all your problems. The first few conversations you two had were nice and sweet, but after some months Wanda had just turned sour on you. You couldn't figure out why. Everyone could see it. The snarky comments, the eye rolls, and the annoyed groans every time you dared to say a word. You were determined to fix it.

You decided to wait and give Wanda space. The time to talk would come. Either she would approach you or someone would force her to. In a way you were right. After weeks of avoiding her, the two of you were forced to do a mission together. Normally, missions weren't a good time for heartfelt conversations. People in stress may not want to immediately open up and adrenaline makes focusing difficult for most people. However, you and Wanda were stuck in the safe until a snowstorm had passed. If you didn't talk to Wanda immediately, you'd never get the chance to again.

You tried to be as conscious of the situation as possible. Omegas needed to nest more during cold seasons and Wanda couldn't do that thousands of miles away from her room. In a rush to keep her comfortable, you'd given her the master bedroom and just about every pillow and cushion you could find. You'd even gone the extra mile of scenting it to help her relax.

"Hey, Wanda." Your voice was soft when you spoke. It was like approaching a wild beast. There was no telling how she'd respond to you. Sometimes she'd simply scoff and walk away, other times she was liable to just explode and degrade you for something you couldn't understand. "I know we aren't exactly friends — and we don't have to be — but I'm worried this tension is going to affect the mission and I don't want that."

Wanda raised her head from the pile of blankets. For a moment, she just stared at you. It was that same stupid posture you always had. Shoulders relaxed, back straight, and the kindest smile she'd ever seen. It pissed Wanda off how soft you were. So passive and careful about everything. Alphas weren't supposed to be that way. "Maybe if you'd just take charge for once, we wouldn't have any issues."

"I can't just give out orders without some sort of relationship between us. That's just not my style." A frown began to form on your face. "This is a time sensitive mission and it's not going to go well if all you do is huff and roll your eyes when I talk to you." As if you didn't have enough evidence to prove your point, Wanda decided to do exactly what you accused her of. "Okay fine, but if anything goes wrong I'm putting it on your record." Despite your anger, you left as quietly as possible. You couldn't let her get under your skin. Not with so much at stake.

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It seemed being the bigger person wasn't the way to go with Wanda. Though the mission was successful, you were unreasonably stressed the entire time. Wanda barely responded to you and constantly made moves without alerting you. All you wanted to do was go home, but you couldn't even do that. A heavy snowstorm was rolling through the area and take off was impossible.

Fury promised to have you and Wanda back at the tower for Christmas, but that wasn't your concern. You had run out of suppressants and the pills wouldn't last more than a few hours. Meaning you were stuck spending the next three days extremely volatile with the most agitating omega you'd ever met. You had enough self control not to hurt her, but that was the last thing you needed.

Avoiding her seemed easy enough. Wanda had resorted to stress nesting and rarely left her room. That meant you had more than enough time to get food and then alleviate yourself.

Unfortunately, you were your own worst enemy. Sensitivity had made you twice as vocal as usual and Wanda had heard you. Your soft whimpers and desperate pleas to seemingly no one had woken her up in the middle of the night. Wanda ignored you at first but your scent had practically flooded the house. Your shyness had forced her hand.

You were too busy desperately rutting into your own hand to notice that you failed to close your door all the way. It didn't even cross your mind that the presence of another scent meant Wanda was close by. Instead, you focused on chasing an unsatisfying orgasm.

Wanda sighed watching you try to please yourself. "You're so pathetic. Most alphas would've pounced on me, but here you are humping a pillow and using your left hand." Despite her cruel words, she took pity on you. She crawled onto your bed and forced you to lay on your back. "All that hard work and training, but you still need an omega to take care of you."

It was wrong, that much your brain could understand. Wanda had been nothing but cruel and unreasonable to you. You had every right to push her off and yell, but you didn't want to. The feeling of her hand wrapped around your dick was too good. "F-fuck you," You moaned out. Another moan filled the room as Wanda wrapped her mouth around your tip.

"We'll get there, but you have to be patient." Wanda gently squeezed the base of your cock before slipping it inside her mouth. It was like a dream come true. She finally had exposed you for what you really were, submissive and needy. Wanda was irritated by how many people mindlessly praised you for your hard work and determination. She could see right through your little facade. Deep down, you were nothing but a little alpha pup desperately in need of training. "If you don't stop moving, I'll tie you down."

Your hips continued to squirm and cant up despite her warning. No one could be blamed for the hot red magic that wrapped around your waist but yourself. "Please, it feels so good." Everything felt so hot. Wanda managed to take every inch of you in her mouth and you were on the brink of another orgasm. "Wait, fuck, stop!" The second you moved your hands to push Wanda's head up, they were tied together with magic.

Wanda boldly took all your cum down her throat. She swallowed what she could and let the rest dribble down her lips and chin. "Oh, you really needed that, huh?" Her voice had grown husky with lust. A million thoughts ran through her head on what to do with you. "You poor thing. I bet it was so hard acting tough when all you are is a mindless piece of meat." She ignored your upset whines and took off her pajama bottoms.

You could feel the heat radiating from Wanda's cunt. If you hadn't been so desperate and mindless, you would've mouthed off about all the slick dripping from her. You knew better. Wanda was in control and you were entirely at her mercy. If you wanted to cum, you'd be a good alpha and let her do whatever she wanted. "Please, please. It hurts so bad, I need your help."

Wanda smirked. She hovered over your length, dragging the tip up and down her slit. "Hm, fine. You have to promise me something though." It wasn't fair to make promises with the state you were in, but she couldn't help herself. "Promise me you won't let anyone else help you with your rut."

You nodded frantically. "I promise, no one else but you!" You let out a satisfied sigh once Wanda began sliding down your length. She wasted no time riding you. The magic around your waist tightened the second your started squirm again. "Sorry — ah, that feels so good!" Your wrists instinctively tugged at the magical binds keeping your hands together. "I can't hold it! Please, please, please!"

Wanda let out a sharp moan as your knot began stretching her out. "Go ahead, fill me up like a good alpha." Your knot was almost too big for Wanda to take. She had horribly underestimated how long you'd been suppressing yourself and could barely hold all your cum inside. "That's a good alpha, make your omega feel full."

There'd be a number of things you two would have to deal with once you got back to the tower, but neither of you seemed to care. You wanted to feel good and Wanda was determined to claim you.

#wanda maximoff smut #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #wanda smut #wanda fanfic #wanda maximoff x you #wanda x y/n #wanda x you #wanda maximoff #pvntherz #elizabeth olsen smut #omega!wanda

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Found

After years of not seeing each other, you had finally gotten over Poe Dameron, that is until he has to ruin it by suddenly appearing back into your life after smashing your heart into pieces. Yet, there’s someone different about him.

Pairings: poe dameron x readee

Warnings and whatnots: Reconciliation. Friends to lovers. Slight angst, fluff in the end.

Continuation of Gone <- read this first!!

It had been years since you left the resistance to go back to your home planet. After practically getting your heart stomped on by the guy you thought you actually had a chance with, you decided to leave and live a nice contemporary life in the countryside as a healer and medic.

You were quite content with your life, having rebuilt old relationships with old friends. You were finally moving on with life.

Poe, on the other hand, was not so lucky. He didn’t seem to be able to get you off his mind and it dismayed him. He wanted to find you. He had half the mind to just quit the resistance and try to find you, apologise for whatever he had done and hope you’d accept him. Yet, he couldn’t . War was still on the brink of happening so why leave now?

“Dameron.” A voice calls out to him. He looks up from his thumbs. He hums, realising he had just blurred out at the thought of you again in the meeting.

“Did you hear what I said?” Leia asked. Poe clears his throat, embarrassed that he hadn’t. She sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose. “I want you, Rey and Finn to go to The Elder World and find the Healer of the countryside.”

Poe agrees, not that there was much he can do anyway. Yet, a part of him lit up as he heard of the place he was supposed to go to.

The Elder World.

That was your home planet. He wondered if this person that he had to meet, they would know you.

So there he was, finally landing in the heavy forest next to the countryside of The Elder World. Finn pats his shoulder as they begin to walk to town. Everyone here was supposed to be in support of the resistance, so no need to be that wary.

They had asked around, trying to find this so called healer. Poe seemed intrigued by this person and eventually they were led to a little cottage near the outskirts of town. It was beautiful and charming. Poe looks at Rey and Finn, nervousness starting to consume him. What was wrong with him? Why was he so nervous?

Rey knocks on the door, and a tall boy opens it. Was this the healer?

Poe looks up at him, he felt a tinge of sadness envelop him. He was stupid for hoping that the person who would answer was you.

On the other side of the door though, you could hear your brother talk to someone. You fix up your dress and go to the front door, wiping your eyes that had dark eyebags beneath them. You were tired, but happy.

“Yes? How may I assist you? Broken bones? Bleeding? Coughs?” You ask, as you approach the door, not entirely looking at your patients. You stop in your tracks as you realise who was in front of you.

Poe’s eyes widen as he sees you. Rey and Finn look at each other before staring back at you. Poe pushes away your brother and immediately lines to hug you. You were enveloped by him. His hug was tight, and compressing. You didn’t hug him back immediately but you finally put your arms back around him.

You pull away, a feeling of longing still present in your heart. You shake the thought away. Why was he here? After everything, here he was in front of you. After getting your broken heart finally put back together, he came back to smash the leftovers of your broken heart into smithereens.

Before he could start his sentence, you interjected, “What are all of you doing here?” Rey explains the situation to you. You keep your eyes trained on her, but you could feel Poe staring at you. You shiver under his gaze. You pinch your nose as you think about their problem. “Do you seriously need me?”

“Yes.” Poe answers, too quickly. You ignore him, but sigh.

“Fine. I’ll get my things, but immediately after, I want to go back here.” You emphasise. Poe shrinks as he hears you say that, and a tinge of pity hits your heart but you ignore it, going inside.

Poe follows you in. He tries to talk to you but you decide to ignore him. You didn’t know why. He didn’t exactly do anything wrong. He didn’t know you liked him, so why were you so upset at him?

Poe finally caught the hint and left you alone. You were grateful, but a part of you still felt bad. Why did you miss his yapping so much?

The trip back to the resistance’s base would take 3 days, which meant you had to be in an enclosed place with him for three whole days.

The first day was filled with silence. You boarded the Millenium Falcon after waving and saying your goodbyes. You could see Poe cringe every time you hugged or kissed the cheek of your male friends. How odd. When you boarded, Poe had showed you your room, it was awkward with minimal talking from your side. It had been a while since you saw the Millenium Falcon and it was nice to see her back. Poe tried to crack jokes but he stopped after seeing your lack of response. He didn’t flirt with you, which you were happy with. The day went by quietly, with you keeping quietly in your room.

The second day was filled with a bit more talking, though it was mostly silent. Poe didn’t bother you much. He kept to himself and seemed to be avoiding you. You were grateful but didn’t understand. To your knowledge, Poe wasn’t the type to give up. The only time you saw him that day was when you ate.

The third day was the most interesting. It started with hard banging from your door, waking you up.

“Hey, It’s Poe… I want to talk.”

You sigh, before getting up and letting him up. He gives you a shy smile before sitting down at your desk. You gave him an odd look, he normally bee-lined for your bed.

“Yes?”

“Look, I’m sorry. I don’t quite understand what I did but please tell me. I hate the fact you’re not talking to me and I’m incredibly sorry. It’s been hard without you and now that you’re here but you don’t want to talk to me… it’s harder. Please, tell me what’s wrong… Why did you leave? Tell me. Tell me so I can get better. Tell me so I can make it up to you.” He bursts out, letting it all out.

You stand, shocked. Your arms cross atop each other, as you watch the man break down in front of you. You were stunned to silence.

“What did I do wrong?” He mutters out to you, finally looking at you.

“You.. you didn’t do anything wrong.” You sighed, taking a seat next to him. He gives you a perplexed look.

“I… I liked you Poe, and I was convinced you liked me too, but I was stupid and it turns out you liked that Zorii girl and I couldn’t just ruin everything so I…”

You didn’t finish your sentence, looking at Poe. Poe processes what you say. “You liked me?”

You didn’t answer him. You looked away.

“Do you… do you still like me?” Poe asks. You couldn’t answer him. You couldn’t even answer yourself when you asked yourself the same question.

“Well, that’s a shame… since… I like you too.” Poe says, leaning back. You turn your head back and stare at him.

“What?”

“I like you, but since you don’t like me back then…” Poe says, the same careless smile now back on his smile. You look at him, slapping his shoulder.

“You idiot.” You huff at him.

“I’m being serious. I like you.”

You look at him, and for once, you don’t see the playfulness in his eyes that he always had. It was gone and filled with seriousness.

“Tell me, do you like me back?”

You stared back and a smile crept up your face. A smile that had been gone for so long.

“I like you too Poe.”

#poe dameron angst #poe dameron x reader #poe dameron fic #poe dameron #poe dameron fluff #poe x reader #poe dameron x you

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pls pls do this iv been begging people for days can you do wednesday x yn (fem) and wednesday wants to tell mortica and gomez she has a gf when they come for parents week but she doesn't know how they will react and Enid trys to help her but when she gets help she keeps putting off telling them because she doesn't want to dissipoint them and then tdk mabey ougsley or someone cathes yn and wednesday anway

Alright You Don't Need To Wait Any Longer.

Once Wednesday and you started dating she has never been, hates to say, happier. You don't jude her, you read her novel, try to understand her interest, overall just being the best girlfriend.

But there has been one thing that has been pricking at her side the longest, she has never told her family about you.

When learning about another parents week Wednesday got nervous and not the good nervous but the bad nervous, yes she hates her family here and the but what will they think if they find out you two are together and not to say she want everyone to know you are hers she is just scared what the consequences will be.

Enid has learned about the situation as she tells Wednesday that there is nothing to fear and if they don't like that she is with you than how can they be her family. Enid did say as her parents are weird they seem kind, even if they killed a man before.

You notice on how she would not talk about her family since parents week was announce so in fear her and her mother are having troubles you came to talk to her about it.

"Wednesday, my love I will not push you to tell me anything but please if something is wrong I would do anything to fix it", she looked at you with a small smile on your face and with that she told you about what she was thinking and you only just held her in your arms as her head was on your chest. "I am okay with your decision love but when ever your ready i'm ready", with that you gave ger forehead a kiss as she only shoved you making you laugh.

The time came as the students were with their families and Wednesday reunited with hers. Your parents couldn't make it this year so you just walked around the school even going into Wednesday and Enids dorm, with permission of courses, as you texted your parents that you were fine.

Wednesday may be emotionless but Mortica can tell when Wednesday is hiding something. "Wednesday is there something you want to say", in Wednesday mind she wanted to tell them about you but she only said, "Nothing Mother".

As time passed Wednesday was abel to sneak out as Mortica followed Gomez to get more food and drinks. She opened the her dorms door to find you there on her bed as you smiled at her, "Hello gorgeous how is the family", you said as you got up and walked towards her. "I hate saying this but it's pretty boring without you there by my side" "Aw Love I will always remember your kind words", you smiled as you rubbed her cheeks with your hands and her holding your waist. "You know tonight me and you can go for a late night stroll" "That's sounds lovely mi amor", with that you and Wednesday kissed as you both heard the door being open looking to see who it is, its Mortica.

"Wednesday what is this", with Mortica coming closer you got infront of Wednesday putting her behind you. "You never told me you had a girlfriend" "And what does that mean Mrs.Addams" "It mean this is great I always hopped Wednesday would find someone to spend the rest of her life with and why didn't you introduce us sooner Wednesday".

You and Wednesday were more in shock as how Mortica was smiling as she walked with you two back to Gomez and Pugsley, Wednesday did ended up telling her family about you.

So you spend the rest of the week with the Addams family as the welcomed you with open arms. With this Wednesday felt happy on how one day you can become an Addam too and her family couldn't agree more.

Once the week was over the Addams said their goodbyes and threats towards you as you only promised their daughter and sister safety.

"Your family is...nice" "Why would you say that" "Wait let me rephrase, they are horrible people". Wednesday only took your hand as you two go get read for that late night stroll you two have been putting off.

#wednesday addams x fem reader #wednesday addams #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday 2022

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funnylovepuppis · 9 days

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I should probably shut up about it because there is so many other people talking about it. But I can't stay silent about it. I can't stress enough how upset and uncomfortable I am with being here in buddie fandom right now.

As a bisexual myself, I agree with the importance of its representation in mainstream media. Especially when it comes to male characters, who are really low in static speaking. We can all agree on this, and hopefully, we can all see it. I'm really thrilled about Bi Buck's journey and about finding his happiness. He's not fixed, he just found out about his other sides he never knew they were existed before. As @m3r1m4r5u333 said in their post, bisexuality is not a personality, just a small piece in whatever color that is a part of many more pieces of soul. Buck, like many real-life people, is trying to figure out himself. I honestly don't think that self-journey will ever stop, not just on sexuality but on many other things. That's how living is, right? So yes, it's very exciting and kind of carefree for him, and I'm truly happy. He deserves it big time after all that he has been through. And I really think that Tommy is genuinely the right person for him at the moment.

But aside from me being bi, I'm also demisexual. Honestly it's more than that for me, because besides the need for emotional connection before sexual intimacy, I need some degrees of emotional connection before even getting into dating. So as you can see, I'm very much attached to Buck and Eddie relationship. I'm mostly finding myself a lot in Eddie's character. I do feel a lot of pressure on starting to date someone nowadays. And I'd probably be single for a long time because that's kinda how how people go to date. You meet someone you like and interested to explore the romantic dynamic and that someone is a completely stranger to you so it's kind of scary and stressful.. I'd rather be someone's friend and then lover..

Yes, best friends have a different kind of love than just two friends. That doesn't necessarily mean that it must have a romance subtext or under the surface, especially when it comes to two people of the same gender. And sure, all the things related to buddie are open to interpretations and any ways that people who see it differently are pretty legit.

We can argue about why things are the way they are. I can acknowledge that Eddie is not in the same emotional place as Buck, and it can be taking a long process for him, if at all, to realize his own feelings about himself and Buck. But at the same time, I can say that although it seems like Buck and Eddie communicate in a very healthy way, there's a sense of underground miscommunication that leaves both of them scared to make a move or talk about their deep feelings and observations on their own relationship. Because what they have is great, so why ruin it for a good change, right? And there is lots of evidence that saying buddie are partially soulmates. Having back from each other. Their reactions are when the other one is in a dangerous situation, such as the firetruck, the wall, the shooting, and the lighting strike. The will. The family moments of Buckley-Diaz. Going to each other's home as a safe place. The teasing from surrounding people about them. The jealousy. Their parallels to other couples on the show/

I guess I'm trying to say to the people who are feeling like some people are not very happy about Bucktommy because they are not appreciative of the new queer couple or the very fact that it's B-Buck canon. I understand the need for bi-representations and am happy to see that. It seems very worth the long wait for this. And yet, I want to say, give buddie stans time, including me. Because our feelings are legitimate and matter, too. It may come as rude or not excited about Bucktommy, but I think this is coming from being afraid and uncomfortable with how quickly many people from the fandom are shifting from Buddie to Bucktommy, even if they still believe in Buddie Endgame. Give us time to fall in love with this couple and connect with them. Give us time to warm up for them. Give us time because we have been attached to Buddie for 5 long years. We have been memorizing all of the episodes, plots, and quotes. Writing for 5 years, Buddie fics. Making beautiful gifsets and fan art.

Thank you for reading this if you have reached this far. 🩷

#buddie #bucktommy

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Use Me as Your Alter

Priest!Tatsumi x GN!reader

Warnings: blasphemy kink, small corruption kink, rough oral sex (male receiving), choking on cock, biting, very small blood mention

Authors note: holy shit I'm finished with my finals so I can finally get back on that grind!! That's crazy. Anyways I forgot where I got the idea for this and I'm hella tired and actually zoned out while writing this but yk what, I'm too lazy to go and fix it, yay! So it's just gonna be stuck how it is

Word count: 3k

18+ under the cut

"Bless me Father, for I have sinned. It has been four days since my last confession." The reply was immediate, "Yes my child, confess your sins and may the lord help you find peace." It had been difficult to do this. Finding time outside of idol activities and side jobs was basically impossible. But the opportunity arose when a fan meet was canceled at the last minute, so with the free time you finally decided to make the trip to the church. Except the man you'd come here to confess immoral desires about was the priest.

It was common knowledge that Tatsumi Kazehaya was a priest. Except you hadn't known this particular church was his or else you wouldn't have come. Not to mention his unit, Alkaloid, was quite popular so he should have mountains of work. Yet, here he was, standing silently before you in his pure white robes kindly gazing down at you. Struggling to form the words of your confession since the man before you was both the listener and recipient of your loving feelings.

The hard wood of the floor begins to cause an uncomfortable dull pain in your knees from the bow you were in. It was quite an unusual position to be in, yet Tatsumi, for some unknown reason, had requested this. Instead of the normal confessional most use he had wanted you to bow before him when you confessed, claiming the connection with god was stronger. With slight reluctance you agreed not wanting to hurt him.

Now it was awkward. Tatsumi, standing right in front of you, only his waist and below in your vision causing you to keep your head down on the floor. You could feel the sweat forming on your brow the more you bowed there. At first when you realized Tatsumi was the priest you figured you could hurry and get it over with. The unplanned for a new position makes you rethink that decision but you couldn't just get up and leave. Not only would your pride be damaged but Tatsumi's view of you may warp into something horrible.

Staying silent isn't doing anything to help your situation. The longer you withheld the more Tatsumi would think you were confessing something gravely immoral. "I confess to having lustful desires about a man." Speaking it quickly, too quickly you hoped he wouldn't fully understand what you spoke. You didn't dare test a glance up at Tatsumi's face. Afraid it would show an expression of revulsion at your words. Focusing on the dark wood of the floor beneath you, focusing on the pain in your knees while you listen for his response. Tatsumi was taking longer than you wanted, perhaps thinking over what you confessed or repaying in kind from when you were silent.

Instead of a response Tatsumi steps closer to you, light brown leather shoes coming into your vision. You could feel your body starting to subconsciously shake, hands gripping into the hard floor. He was close enough that if you lifted your head even an inch your face would be right in front of his thighs. "Forgive me. This question may seem out of place but could you indulge me? I would like to inquire more about these... desires."

You had expected a reprimand, not questions about explaining further. From your inadequate knowledge about church you thought priests weren't allowed to question confessions further, but maybe you were wrong. It had caught you off guard anyhow, whether it was allowed or not. Tatsumi must be asking since he wants to learn just how depraved you are. Once you explain further you'd have absolutely no chance to form a relationship with him.

Gripping into the wood under you, feeling your nails almost break from the pressure as you question him. "I'm sorry, but do I need to? It's kinda awkward to get into my desires in a place as holy as this." Instead of responding a pale hand slides under your chin. There's no time to process it as Tatsumi forces your chin up, concerned eyes boring into yours. Your immediate response is an attempt to jerk away however you quickly stop, you didn't particularly mind his touch.

"I would prefer it if you told me, getting it out will help soothe your mind. Saying it out loud also puts it out before god too, yes? Confessing everything will help your soul feel more at ease. If you're worried I will find you disgusting I won't, this is something between you and god, I am merely a listener." His words made sense of course. Tatsumi wasn't someone who would go against the rules set out for a priest, right?

It wouldn't hurt to tell your thoughts, no matter how depraved they are he has promised no judgment. The way his purple eyes held no disgust or hate in them certainly helped his claims. You didn't need to confess these thoughts were about him either. The way his thumb was ever so slowly starting to move to the corner of your lips and caress was soothing too. Your shaking had stopped too, the feeling of finally being able to fully relax was overwhelming now that you realized it. Tatsumi was like a soothing balm, something you didn't know you needed.

"Yes Father, I'll confess these damnable thoughts. I dream of touching this man where I shouldn't. I want to become one with this man, I wish to find pleasure from him and for him to find pleasure from me." Your voice echoed throughout the vast space, too holy for these wicked thoughts to be cast aloud in. The nervousness which had consumed you earlier had all but disappeared under Tatsumi's gaze, if you didn't know better you would say it had turned loving. Something akin to a shepherd finding his lost sheep after searching for a long while.

His hand had moved from your chin to your cheek, stroking it gently. You hadn't realized but your other cheek was pressed against his thigh, the silky white robes the only layer preventing you from direct contact with his skin. You wished to feel his skin, to kiss and mark it, claim him as yours but he would never allow that. His eyes had never left yours throughout the whole confession, never changing to anything resembling disgust either.

In an attempt to get closer to him your hands moved from the floor to his leg, grabbing onto it. Taking care to make sure you weren't gripping too hard, you vaguely remember passing comments about how he had sustained an injured leg which never fully healed and you didn't know if the one in your hold was it.

"That was a beautiful confession dear child. Everything was laid out perfectly, nothing was hidden except one crucial detail. Who is this man you speak of? Neither god or myself can help you unless you tell who he is. I will not judge you, I am not in a position to give out judgment, only god can. " A trickle of dread was creeping up on you. Why must Tatsumi know? Shouldn't god already know if he is as all powerful as it is claimed. But, Tatsumi had asked you, he has kept up his promise of no judgment so far and he was so compassionate and caring to you. He wouldn't berate you if you confessed it was him, surely not.

You would tell him, you had not originally planned to when you had come here today but the way he looked at you, the way he was caressing your cheek. You wanted too. Your eyes slide shut for this, not wanting to watch the moment they turned into hate from what you were about to confess.

"Father Tatsumi, the man I've been having these desires about is you. I've had them since I first saw you, we never speak to each other but you're so kind and stunning. You've pulled me down into sin for someone so holy. I know you must hate me after this, and I apologize. But you asked and so I shall answer." He doesn't say anything, nor does his hand stop its gentle caresses on your cheek.

A moment longer and you can't handle his silence, opening your eyes just to be greeted by that smile, that innocent and pure smile. "I'm glad you were truthful. You will surely find favor in the sight of god, not many could outright admit such a thing as this like you. But you must know you are a wretched being, a creature of sin for thinking of something so dishonorable about a man of god." His words stung, like a harsh slap to the face. You knew he was right though, it was wrong to have these thoughts of someone in his position. Yet he was still being so kind to you.

"I know you will want to redeem yourself. Repentance is normally the advice I give to the lost, but you are a special case. I quite like you too, so, to redeem yourself, worship me like your god. Let my holy body redeem you, treat me as an altar to forgive your sins." His words confused you. You didn't entirely get what he meant, not until the soothing hand on your cheek leaves and he goes to shed his pure robes.

Neither of you say anything, you are too shocked to speak. Tatsumi was bareing himself for you, taking off his priestly robes for a sinner in a place of worship. The more of his body that was revealed the more found him gorgeous. He was anything but perfect now that you saw his body but it made him more human in your eyes. The small moles and blemishes which dotted his body, making an invisible star system but just as beautiful. His small pink nipples, just waiting to be sucked and bit on but that wasn't what he wanted. His toned chest from the days he spent working out, slowly rising and falling with each breath he took. Pale stomach twitching when your gaze ran across it.

More of him was revealed as his robes fell into a white crumple at his feet, with his robes off he looked just like a normal human, not any more special than you were. From the robes surrounding his ankles your gaze travels up, stopping at his knees as you see the faint scar on his left knee. It didn't make him look any less appealing than before, if anything it just proved he too, was not perfect. From there you get to his thighs, the skin just as pale and alluring as you imagined. Perhaps he would let you fulfill your sinful desires and mark the skin there.

What really catches your attention is his pale cock, he's already hard, tip a deep red, painful looking as if he had been hard awhile. A large vein ran down the length of it, smaller ones dotting along. He twitches under your gaze and you move up towards the small patch of mint colored hair which sat just above. However Tatsumi sets a hand in your hair, making you turn your gaze back up to his face. Mint colored hair looked more messy than before, framing his face. He had a faint pink dusting on his cheeks now which seemed to be darkening by the second. "Use me as a way to repent. I wish for you too, and I know you want me in this way as well. If you choose to, however, you must take everything I give you as that is the only way you will be purified."

His confirmation was all you needed before your mouth connected with his thigh. You didn't want to start directly where you wanted, teasing him a little. Eyes closed as one of your hands slides up until it's directly beside his cock, but not touching, rubbing at the sensitive skin on his inner thigh. You could hear him let out a shaky gasp above you at the action. You knew it wasn't fair to tease him after what he was letting you do but you'd leave one mark on him and move to where he wanted most.

Biting into the pale skin, tasting a bit of blood. You hadn't meant to break skin but it just aroused you more and with how the grip in your hair tightened Tatsumi seemed to enjoy it too. Licking over the mark, opening your eyes to watch how the skin quickly bruised over. You hoped he would see this later and remember where it came from, maybe even touching himself to the thought, god you hoped he did. Leaving one last kiss on the sore mark before trailing your tongue up his thigh to meet your hand, quickly switching to where you wanted to most.

You didn't immediately take him in your mouth, choosing instead to still be a tease. He was dripping precum now, most likely due to the bite you had left. Sticking out your tongue to lick it up, hearing a suppressed whimper from above. The taste wasn't horrible, actually quite good. A sort of sweet, just a tad bit salty, more on the watery side. He tasted just as delicious as he looked. Giving more kitten licks to the head, wanting to pull more sounds from the holy man.

When you decided the small licks were enough you pressed a gentle kiss to the slit before dragging a long lick down the side of his cock, along the large vein. He must be quite sensitive there because suddenly a loud whimper echoed out, the hand in your hair yanking. You relished in the sting while you continued your ministrations, far from over. Licking around the entirety of his cock, paying special attention to the veins before dragging your tongue back up to his tip. You had teased him long enough.

Giving another kiss to his slit, feeling the precum gathered there wet your lips before enveloping his cock in your warm mouth. Loud whines escape, the sound soothing to hear. You had only just the tip past your lips that was already making him like this. Slowly you take more of him down your throat, the feeling foreign. The more you take the more small choking sounds start to leave your throat, not used to the large intrusion. Tatsumi's hand was gripping your hair hard enough to hurt and tears were forming in the corners of your eyes from both the pain and how deep you were taking him.

Lapping around his cock with your tongue until your nose was pressed right up against the small patch of teal hair on his pelvis. You were freely choking on him now, spit drooling past your lips and down your chin as you swallowed around him. The feeling is too much for him as he keens and shallowly thrusts, making the choking worse, your airflow cutting off as you breathe through your nose. "How shameful you are, having no issues doing this to a holy man such as myself, in a church no less. You must be even more wicked than I first thought, an evil temptress who convinced me to fall into sin." His words barely make it out before being cut off with a loud whimper when you swallow around him again.

The lack of oxygen was starting to get to you as you slowly took your mouth off, lapping at the veins along the way. His precum was coating your throat, the sweet taste on your tongue. Moving your hand to his cock while you take a moment to catch your breath, listening to the dirty sounds it makes as you move it up and down his spit soaked cock. Tatsumi has stopped talking but his hand was still ever present in your hair, tugging you back towards his cock. It wasn't long before you took him down your throat again, choking one again on his size. Except this time, when you attempt to pull back the hand in your hair keeps you firmly in place, right at the base of his cock forcing you to keep deep throating him.

"You can't pull off, a dirty sinner like you shouldn't need to anyways. I'm helping purify you, you know. I don't have to do this but I want to help make you clean." Tatsumi's other hand reaches and slides under your chin, massaging at your throat where his cock was bulging out, causing you to choke around him more intensely. Loud moans once again escape him as he does it again, the intense feeling too much for him. "I'm gonna cum down your sinful throat and purify you, that's what you want isn't it? To be purified by me?"

If you could nod you would have, but you could barely move your head with the grip he had in your hair, forcing you against him. His cock was twitching your throat and you knew he was getting closer, he just needed one more push to the edge. Swallowing once again around him as the hand on your throat slides to your nose, pinching it. You couldn't breathe at all now, panic starting to set in as you try to pull back but unable too.

"You'll be ok, you need to take all of my seed like this, that way no sinful air can ruin it when I purify you." As he says this you feel a rush of warm liquid flow down your throat, the taste of his cum heavy. Tatsumi lets out louder moans as spots start to form at the edges of your vision the longer your oxygen is depraved but when you think you'll finally black out the grip on your hair leaves and the cock in your throat gets pulled out.

Falling back as you cough, Tatsumi's release coating your throat as he pants above you, spent from his orgasm. You feel some of his spend drip down your chin and you know you probably looked like a total mess. Coming to church to confess your filthy desires about a man just to get defiled by that same man.

Tatsumi looks at you, face red and purple eyes kindly staring at you. "You've been purified by me, how do you feel? I promised my body would purify you and it did."

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Elmsworth House, July 4th, 1818

Sarah: Oh m'lady I hope I did your hair how you wanted it to be!

Aurelia: You did a wonderful job, Sarah, I'm not sure anyone else could've done this.

Sarah: *giggling* I sure hope your beau likes it!

Aurelia: Sarah!

Sarah: I'm only partially teasing m'lady.

Aurelia: Sarah, would you happen to have any information on the Carews? This is all so sudden, and I don't believe I've dined with them before. I'm sure Papa, Mama, Georgiana, and Charles know of them, but I must express I do not.

Sarah: No, I do not, but I hear from downstairs that the family consists of two brothers and three sisters, but the youngest sisters aren't old enough to be attending such a dinner! I also happen to know they've been of the gentry for nearly 150 years, but they were originally traders.

Aurelia: Ah, alright. Do you know the ages of the children?

Sarah: No, but I know more of their personal affairs!

Aurelia: I'm not a big fan of gossip Sarah.

Sarah: Yes m'lady, I know. But this is very bad! The younger son is an atheist!

Aurelia: Dear God!

Sarah: Yes m'lady! And that's not all, his father wants him to be a clergyman and he refuses! Instead, he spends his time writing poetry!

Aurelia: Oh how scandalous! I can't think of anyone who wouldn't want to serve God!

Sarah: Oh m'lady, forgive me if I speak out of terms, but perhaps you may understand him if you got to know-

Aurelia: I have no intentions of getting to know a man who has no relationship with God, I'm sorry Sarah.

Sarah: Oh well I don't blame you, m'lady! I'm done fixing your hem, you may head downstairs.

Aurelia wasn't sure who to talk to. The drawing room was so busy and bustled. Of course, she couldn't talk to any of the Carews without a proper introduction from someone, so she instead engaged herself in more conversation with Martha about the secret she told her earlier.

Elizabeth: Oh and God I can't stand that Laurence! Are we all to be brought to shame and scandal by his ways? Who in their right mind doesn't believe in God?! We did NOT raise him in such a way!

Helena: Oh my dear friend, I'm not quite familiar with the circumstances of your situation, but I can mutually agree that both of our sons disappoint us. Luckily, you have another one.

Emma: Oh Papa! But you must introduce me to her! I simply love her blue dress, it compliments her skin so well! Oh, and I love how she adorned her hair with those flowers! Please, Papa, introduce me to her!

John: I will approach Ms. Ramsbury my dear, and she will introduce us to her properly! You must remember etiquette protocols.

Emma: Oh yes! Thank you, Papa!

Ashley: My dear, navy blue suits you so well! You must wear it more often.

Patience: If you wish my dear.

*growling stomach noises*

Frederick: Mr. Ramsbury, do your cooks always take this long?

Peregrine: No, Lord Worthington, they do not. I'm not sure what they're doing.

William: I'm not sure if I can go through with it Laurie. My nerves aren't well.

Laurence: William Carew, be a man! What more would you like me to say? It was a mutual agreement. It's good for her family and ours.

William: Oh you're right.

Martha: *whispering* Yes, that's Laurence and he's an atheist. He also writes a bit of poetry. William is in the process of convincing him that God is real, so fear not! Perhaps he needs the additional help, if you'd like I could introd-

John: Ms. Ramsbury! I'm sure you know my daughter Emma.

Martha: Oh yes, how rude of me not to converse with you, dear Emma! I'm sure your poor Papa would rather spend time talking to the other males. May I introduce the two of you to my first cousin, Lady Aurelia Grey, daughter of the Duke of Hollow.

Aurelia: An honor to make your acquaintance!

John: Oh the honor is all ours. Emma, if you'll excuse me.

Martha: Emma has just turned fifteen! She's not yet out in society, but has come here for this very special day between our families!

Emma: Oh yes, what a lovely dinner it will be! Oh and Lady Aurelia, I simply love your dress! You look so beautiful! I also like yours, Ms. Martha, you look quite lovely as well.

Aurelia: You're too kind Ms. Carew. Oh, and I love how your ribbons match your eyes!

*Emma blushes*

Martha: Oh won't you look at that, they do. I'm sure you'll be swept off the marriage market immediately next Spring!

Emma: Oh, I do hope so! I want to get married as soon as possible, that would please Mama a great deal. Papa-not so much.

Martha: Well you see Emma, my dear cousin will be approaching her twentieth year in four days! She will soon be a spinster if she's not married soon. Would you do her the honor of introducing her to your brother, Laurence?

Aurelia: No that's not neede-

Emma: Oh, I've never introduced anyone before! I'd be honored!

Aurelia: ....

Emma: William, Laurence, allow me to introduce you to my newest friend, Lady Aurelia Grey, daughter of the Duke of Hollow! *whispers to Aurelia* Did I do it right?

*Aurelia nods her head up and down*

William: A pleasure to make your acquaintance Lady Aurelia.

Aurelia: The pleasure is all mine!

Laurence: Hello Lady Aurelia. I'm Laurence. A pleasure to also make your acquaintance.

Aurelia: Yes, I know.

Laurence: Do you?

Aurelia: I know who you are, yes.

Laurence: Is the pleasure not all yours?

Aurelia: No, it is not with pleasure.

Laurence: Alright, let's try this. Bonjour, Lady Aurelia. Vous êtes très belle dans cette robe bleue. Je suis Laurence Benedict Carew, et je suis honoré de faire votre connaissance.

Aurelia: Votre Orléanais est très bon. Mais je n'ai toujours pas le plaisir de me lier d'amitié avec un homme qui n'accueille pas Dieu dans sa vie.

Laurence: Prenez ma main.

Aurelia: Non.

Laurence: J'aimerais que vous n'ayez pas de préjugés à mon égard. Je ne crois pas en un Dieu. En effet, comment un Dieu pourrait-il mettre une créature aussi belle et magnifique devant mon visage et s'attendre à ce que je ne devienne pas fou ? Votre Dieu n'est pas aimant, s'il l'était, je n'aurais pas à résister à l'envie d'embrasser vos lèvres pulpeuses et d'étreindre votre silhouette parfaite...

Aurelia: Mr. Carew...

Laurence: Permettez-moi de vous prendre la main.

Laurence: Maintenant, permettez-moi d'embrasser vos tendres articulations.

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I do wish a lot of white leftists/communists, for all the time they spend condescending about people not agreeing with them or being far left enough, would take a moment and understand that they're alienating a lot of older POC/immigrants. My dad is from a country that embraced some socialist ideas and they quickly turned into a lot of issues the country still hasn't recovered from (I don't know if it's the result of those socialist ideas, but there is a very real fear regardless), and I imagine a lot of older people who have immigrated here from places like that feel similarly. It's really easy for people who've never had those experiences to look down upon the idea that Bernie or AOC could be radical in any way, but the combination of the way the GOP frames what they're doing and the refusal to compromise on language that feels extreme (but usually isn't, I know, this is just what I've been told by my dad and others who share his views), is a really dangerous one.

My dad found Bernie off-putting because of all the media stuff about how radical he was (which, again, he isn't to most leftists/communists/whatever, but the fact of the matter isn't really the point). Trying to push so far to the left, while may feel like common sense to them, really isn't the magical solution they think it is. Whether they agree with this older generation of immigrants or not, the fear these people have is very real, and I think the refusal to acknowledge it will hurt us significantly.

And it feels really harmful and racist for white young people who were born and raised in the US to look down on these people or call them bootlickers or neoliberals when they have reasonable doubts and trauma backing why idealistic futures of communism or socialism are terrifying.

I mean, yeah. That's pretty much exactly what I've been saying all along, in various posts/rants. Because young white leftist-identified Americans have no experience of living under old-school twentieth-century communism, it's a "grass must be greener on the other side" situation where they figure that it must obviously fix all the problems with late-stage capitalism and be a perfect desirable utopia. When people who actually lived through those regimes (or indeed, long-suffering local historians) try to tell them otherwise, they're scoffed off as being Insufficiently Committed To The Revolution and/or not understanding what it "really" means, all the while as they make absolutely no attempt to educate what they DO mean. Not least, one suspects, because they have absolutely no idea themselves, and because social media, with its insistence on totally binarized, black-and-white, us-or-them positions, is the absolute WORST forum for discussing complex issues or trying to introduce nuance.

As a result, of course it's racist, counterproductive, and totally inefficient in terms of actually building a workable, sustained, and implemented progressive movement. The young white American leftists want to lecture about their lofty moral ideas, but they refuse to take historical context, linguistic baggage, or differing perspectives into account. Obviously, yes, there is a country mile worth of difference between, say, Castro Cuba/the USSR in the 1960s and modern democratic socialist countries such as Scandinavia. But because the word "socialism" has been tainted with such bad historical influences, not just from right-wing fearmongers but from the actual survivors of those regimes, the modern left's insistence on using it without nuance, while scoffing off those who have valid reservations about it and making no attempt to educate or differentiate, is doing nothing but shooting themselves in the foot.

Bernie cratered in Florida because the conservative older Cuban expats wanted nothing to do with him, precisely because they were the ones who fled when Castro, also calling himself a socialist, came to power. Enough of that label stuck to also cause Biden to badly underperform even in traditional Democratic strongholds like Miami-Dade County (which is heavily Cuban Hispanic). I know it sounds mildly unbelievable, considering the full-speed-ahead crash into Fascist Hellhole Land, the Unhappiest Place on Earth, that Florida has recently taken under DeSantis, but Obama won Florida twice. There is, or at least there was, a Democratic constituency that can be mobilized to the point of allowing a Democratic candidate to win statewide. But they fucking loathe the label of socialism and they WILL NOT VOTE for anybody who identifies with it, even if it's not accurate to what they might be thinking. Because the Florida Democratic Party has been shoved so firmly into the lonely, lonely wilderness as DeSantis and his jackbooted thugs run rampant, it might be a long time until another Democrat wins statewide, but this was not impossible and it has happened before. If, you know, you actually work to reach the voters in terms that they understand and are willing to support, and not pretend SJW Pure Ideology that will get you Twitter cred points but nothing else.

Anyway, yes. As I've said before, these people manage the dual consciousness of blaming America for everything bad in the world, while simultaneously not believing that any perspectives, experiences, countries, or people outside America are valid, have any moral agency, or make choices that affect the overall state of things. It's an intensely hypocritical, twisted, navel-gazing stance that takes America as its only point of reference for anything and is sure as hell not going to help us get out of the mess that America has gotten into as an oftentimes-direct result. It is a cosplay ideology wherein they use the memes and the trappings and the exterior design and terminology of "Marxism-Leninism," refuse to learn why that is a terrible idea or why people don't like that, don't engage with history on any level, and then are somehow surprised when they fail and extremist-far right Republicans are emboldened as a result. Which, therefore, they then blame on the Democrats. It is a vicious cycle.

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cirilla-fiona-riannon · 1 year

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Kicho's Main Story Ch. 11 Part 2 Dramatic

These translations are not intended as a replacement for the game. Please support cybird by buying their stories. SPOILERS under the cut. Expect mistakes.

Thanks to Ranmaru’s directions, we arrived safely at the camp.

Despite being surrounded by soldiers, Nobunaga consented to a meeting to discuss the situation.

Nobunaga: “Is everyone here?”

Kicho & Kennyo: “...........”

Mitsuhide & Ranmaru: “..........”

Masamune & Ieyasu: “..........”

(The air is so heavy that I feel like I’m suffocating.)

(But the fact that we had a chance to talk like this is truly a miracle.)

Seven people were gathered in the tent.

Hideyoshi, Mitsunari, and Keiji were staying behind in Azuchi.

As I looked around to see how everyone was doing, my gaze collided with Ieyasu, who happened to be looking at me.

Ieyasu: “What?”

Mai: “Um, long time no see. How have you been?”

Ieyasu: “You should be worrying about yourself, not me.”

Ieyasu: “Do you realize that you’re now a hostage?”

Mai: “Right.”

Masamune: “Well, you did well for a first-time spy. You made it back alive.”

Masamune: “So, what is it that you want to talk about by taking her hostage?”

Masamune: “You’re not suggesting you’re gonna lend us a hand now, are you?”

Kicho: “That’s right.”

Ieyasu: “Ha?”

Ieyasu: “What’s the traitor suddenly saying? If you're joking, it's not funny.”

Kicho: "I'm not joking."

Kicho: "I'm here to help you end this rebellion."

Kicho: "Taking Mai hostage was just to create this situation."

Nobunaga: "Oh? You too, Kennyo?"

Kennyo: "Yes. Unprecedented rebellions are spreading across the country, so if we don't stop this, Japan will turn into a land of chaos.”

Kennyo: "But I'm not going to become one of you. This is just a one-time thing."

Kicho: "We're going to need more men to deal with this."

Kicho: "I came here to bring about a more certain outcome."

Masamune: "Wait. You're the one who brought this on in the first place."

Masamune: "Are you going to destroy your work just like that?"

Kicho: "That's right. I have to fix it because I caused it myself."

Ieyasu: "Heh. You suddenly had a change of heart."

Ieyasu coldly stared at Kicho.

(If your enemy suddenly starts talking like that, anyone would be suspicious.)

(But I want them to know it's not a lie.)

As I frustratingly watched, Mitsuhide broke the tense atmosphere.

Mitsuhide: "Lord Nobunaga. I have a suggestion."

Nobunaga: "What is it?"

Mitsuhide: "Why don't we first let her report about the infiltration?”

(Me!?)

Ranmaru: "I agree. Lady Mai knows best what really went on here."

Ranmaru: "It's not yet too late to decide whether these people meant what they said after hearing her out."

Nobunaga: "Oh?"

Nobunaga: "Then Mai. You speak."

Mai: “Okay.”

(It's a big responsibility. But I gotta get my act together.)

Mai: "Just as Mitsuhide had told you, I didn't get much information."

Mai: "That's why, for now, I'll tell you what I saw and felt."

I took a deep breath, and in that instant, many things came flooding back into my mind.

Facing this era for the first time, having trouble, and thinking about questions with no answers, I finally arrived at...

Mai: "I'd like you to trust these people."

Mai: "I can say that because I voluntarily became a hostage."

Ieyasu & Masamune: "----!"

Mai: "And I want both Kicho and Kennyo to believe in you guys, too, just for this moment."

Mai: "I know that none of you here are enemies."

Mai: "If crossing paths makes us enemies, then sharing the same goal at least makes us allies, right?"

Kicho & Kennyo: "..........."

Nobunaga: "We’re not enemies, huh? Is that your conclusion?"

Mai: "Yes."

Nobunaga: "All right. Then the three armies will now make a temporary agreement."

Nobunaga: "A truce and a joint effort to quell this rebellion."

At Nobunaga's words, the tent became as silent as the night, all eyes blazing like the sky burning in the morning sun, nodding as they looked at the single path that had appeared.

(With this...!)

Nobunaga: "It's almost dawn. Let's move on to the war council immediately."

(Hmm. I hope they received it.)

Fidgeting, I walked around near the tent.

Before the military meeting began, Kicho entrusted the Oda soldiers with the whereabouts of his men and a message for them.

(The enemy's strength decreases as our strength increases.)

(I hope they can somehow make it in time.)

Mai: "Ah!"

In the distance, some small black shadows appeared.

(Thank God. They're here!)

Kicho's subordinate 1: "Lady Mai! You're safe."

Mai: "Yes. Kicho is now in the tent at the military meeting."

Kicho's subordinate 2: "See, I told you. I knew it was from Lord Kicho."

Kicho's subordinate 1: "Well..."

Kicho's subordinate 3: "It's only natural to be suspicious when someone from the Oda army suddenly gives us a letter."

Kicho's subordinate 2: "But those are special characters, taught only to us in case of emergency."

Mai: "Special characters?"

Kicho's subordinate 2: "It's understandable that you don't know since you just came recently. Here."

Mai: "Are you sure? Thank you."

(I'm so proud of Kicho for preparing that kind of thing in case of an emergency.)

(I'm sure I won't be able to read it, but let's look at it just in case.)

I gently unfolded the small piece of paper and一

Mai: "T-This...!"

Kicho's subordinate 1: "Can you read it?"

Mai: "Y-Yes. Somehow."

(It's Gyaru-moji.)

[Gyaru-moji is a style of obfuscated Japanese writing popular amongst urban Japanese youth. As the name gyaru-moji suggests (gyaru meaning "gal"), this writing system was created by and remained primarily employed by young women. Like the English phenomenon of the SMS language, it's most often used for sending text messages.]

(So he learned this stuff in the future!?)

I try imagining it, but I can't picture Kicho using it.

(Oh, but it might be the best cipher for a large number of people because you don't have to learn a new language from its grammar. And the people of this era would never understand it.)

Kicho's subordinate 2: "How? Did you learn some of it?"

Kicho's subordinate 3: "Come to think of it, aren't you learning about something before?"

Kicho's subordinate 2: "Oh, right."

Mai: "Yes."

(It's actually kuzushi-ji, but that’s not important now.)

I folded the letter back, then the tent's entrance swung open.

Kicho: “You’re here.”

Subordinate 1: “Lord Kicho!”

Kicho: “Where are the others?”

Subordinate 3: “They’re already on their way to their respective destinations.”

Subordinate 3: “I think we can get more than half of them by dawn.”

Kicho: “I see. Even if some couldn’t come, it doesn’t matter as long as we conveyed our intention.”

Subordinate 2: “Yes, sir.”

Mai: “Um, Kicho. What happened to the war council?”

Kicho: “We’ve reached a consensus.”

Kicho: “We’ll gather the generals of each platoon and further discuss the plan.”

Subordinate 2: “Is this the joint operation with Nobunaga and Kennyo you mentioned in the letter?”

Kicho: “Yes.”

As soon as he nodded, his subordinates’ expressions became tense.

Subordinate 2: “But why all of a sudden?”

Kicho: “It’s a result of facing myself. Everyone makes mistakes, and I was one of them.”

Kicho: “That’s why I think you should have the opportunity to correct your ways.”

Subordinate 2: “Huh?”

Kicho: “This is a war-torn world, and anyone who gets in the way must be dealt with, but for this moment, I’ll let you choose.”

Kicho: “Where would you go? Are you going to leave and return to your hometown? You can do whatever you want.”

His men: "-----!"

(Kicho...)

In the silence, their shadows cast by the moonlight swayed with confusion, but they never left.

Subordinate 1: "Of course, I'll follow you."

Subordinate 1: "I came here hoping for the world you want."

Subordinate 2: "Me too. The Japan you are looking at is the world we seek."

Subordinate 3: "Likewise. I have no objection."

All the subordinates vigorously nodded as they spoke.

Kicho: "I understand."

Kicho: "Then, first of all, let me explain our plan. Our team is in the tent over there."

Kicho’s men: "Understood."

(Thank God they didn't fall apart or anything.)

Looking at everyone's back, I patted my chest in relief, but my stomach suddenly grumbled.

Kicho: "Hmm?"

Mai: “S-Sorry!”

(I can't believe I'm feeling hungry when we're just getting started!)

Embarrassed, I shuffled out of Kicho's gaze and heard him chuckling.

Kicho: "Pfft."

Kicho: "Come to think of it, you haven't eaten or even had water."

Kicho: "Why don't you grab something to eat and take a break."

Mai: "Eh, but..."

Kicho: "Don't worry about us. Then, see you later."

He patted my head and walked away.

(Even if he tells me not to worry, I do because I care about them.)

(Oh, right!)

Mai: "Excuse me for interrupting."

Holding large trays, I peeked inside the open tent, and everyone turned to look at me.

(Mitsuhide is here too.)

(I guess that means they're working on the same plan.)

Kicho: "Is something wrong?"

Mai: "Yes, I made you guys some food, if you don't mind."

Mai: "It's just a simple miso soup, though."

Mitsuhide: "Oh? This is something of a treat in this situation."

Kicho: "Yeah, let's eat."

Kicho’s men: "Yes, sir."

As Kicho and Mitsuhide urged them, everyone's faces grew calm as they looked and fetched the still-steaming bowls.

(It's times like this that food is important.)

(Besides, there is a saying that we should eat from the same pot.)

Kicho: "Mai. Sorry for the trouble, even though I told you to take a break."

Mai: "It's fine. I hate sitting still. Also, you guys really need this since you're moving around."

Kicho: "I see. Then, let's eat."

Mitsuhide: "It's been a while since I've eaten a hot meal on the battlefield."

Mai: "Don't they make soup in places like this?"

Kicho: "No, it's not like that. This guy just doesn't care about food. He'll eat anything as long as it fits in his stomach."

Kicho: "Other soldiers cook meals like this."

Mai: "I see. You know a lot."

Mitsuhide: "He was originally from the Oda army."

Mai: "Right. It's been a few years, yet you're getting along pretty well."

Kicho: "You think so?"

Mai: "Yes. You two are similar in some ways."

Mai: "Not necessarily in terms of appearance, but, for example, in terms of being a spartan."

Mitsuhide: "Spartan?"

Kicho: "It's a term that refers to harsh and strict teaching."

Kicho: "I see. I made you do something harsh, huh?"

Mitsuhide: "Weird. I don't also remember doing something like that."

Mai: "You're unaware of it!?"

(Maybe I was just being naive.)

(I guess it's normal in this era, or maybe calling them spartan was rude, especially since they did it out of good intentions.)

Mai: "Um, I take it back. You two are..."

Mitsuhide: "Mai."

Mai: ".........."

Mitsuhide suddenly moved closer to me and smiled like a fox.

Mitsuhide: "Let me ask for future reference."

Mitsuhide: "What other aspects of me do you feel are similar to Kicho's?"

Mai: "Um..."

I compared their faces, moving my eyes frantically.

(Oh!)

Mai: "You both take good care of me and are kind."

Kicho: "What?"

Mitsuhide: "Are you sure you're not talking about Hideyoshi or Mitsunari?"

Mai: "Nope, those two certainly are like that, but in a slightly different way."

Mai: "I was going to retract my earlier comment about you guys being spartan because you guys weren't just being strict. You were also being considerate."

(Thanks to that, I was able to do more.)

Mai: "So, thank you for sticking with me till the end."

Kicho: "I never thought you'd thank me."

Kicho: "For me, I think it was your own effort that made it possible."

Mai: "But nothing starts without a good teacher."

Mitsuhide: "Oh? You were a pretty good student yourself."

Mitsuhide: "You almost get knocked off by a spirited horse, and you eagerly admire the scenery that you can't hear a thing."

Mai: "That doesn't sound like a compliment."

Mitsuhide: "What are you saying? It's my highest compliment."

Mitsuhide: "The more of a handful a kid is, the cuter they are."

Mai: "-----!"

Mitsuhide chuckled and patted my head with his other hand.

Mai: "Um..."

Kicho: "Wait."

Mai: "Whoa!"

Kicho intervened and swatted Mitsuhide's hand away.

Kicho: "That's enough. I'm telling you, Mai and I are already lovers."

Kicho: "Even if we have some similarities, we're still different people."

Kicho: "More importantly, I don't have the same taste as you to mess with other people's stuff."

Mitsuhide: "That's outrageous. I was just praising my beloved student."

Kicho: "I didn't see it that way. That's why I stopped you."

Mitsuhide: "I see."

Mai: "W-Wait! Let's get along, okay?"

(They were just getting along fine earlier, but now they're suddenly arguing.)

Kicho: "Don't worry. I'm just removing the pest before it gets on you."

Mai: "Pest? It's just a misunderstanding."

Mai: "Mitsuhide intentionally says things with these kinds of implications."

Realizing what Kicho was about to say, I hurriedly shook my head and looked at Mitsuhide to ask for his agreement.

Mai: "Right?"

Mitsuhide: "Well, I don't know. I'll let you be the judge of my true feelings."

Mai: "See, I told you."

Kicho: "..........."

Kicho sighed and turned to me.

Kicho: "Fine. If you say so, then here's what we'll do."

Something to keep in mind.

You're too optimistic in some areas, but I now see that as your strength.

Therefore, you don't have to fix it. However, you should still handle it reasonably.

You don't have to think too hard. I will be there for you from now on.

If there's a bug or pest (guy) lingering around you, I'll get rid of it.

I'll get rid of it asap, but some pest approach cleverly, so be on your guard.

At any rate, you can be who you are. Leave everything to me, and remember, I'm fascinated by you.

I'm grateful for the feelings you've given me. I love you.

-- Kicho

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houseofbrat · 2 months

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Okay I know that photo was egregiously edited but where is all this journalistic integrity when it comes to airbrushing actors or politicians in big fancy media spreads. Also— you know every giant news conglomerate will try to use AI images as soon as humanly possible so they don’t have to pay actual photographers. I’m glad they killed this photo but it just seems odd as I would imagine doctored images are quite common in news media.

ETA: thanks for all the feedback I also found this article helpful https://www.washingtonpost.com/style/2024/03/11/kate-middleton-photo-standards/

I work in PR/comms. This is not airbrushing. Speculation is the photo was cobbled together from earlier photos; e.g., that there's no photo at all, just a "collage" of sorts, and that's why KP can't release the original.

But the media are consistently blaming the current situation on how “protective” Prince William is, and how it’s specifically his relationship with privacy that has been the cause of this. That’s what they’re saying on every media channel. Yet this is a man who has just let his wife cop the whole blame for the thing. The double standards and the continued media protection of William is distasteful. Nothing he’s done thus far in this situation has been to protect his wife or children, it has been to protect himself.

I was just going to say William's not doing anything to help himself here. I agree with the news agencies that are saying KP's only real option now is to disclose everything: the nature of Kate's procedure, the reason William missed King Constantine's funeral, and the original photo. One could argue that they don't HAVE to, as the royal family is entitled to privacy. But if they WANT to fix this mess, that's what needs to happen.

For someone who isn't supposed to be in the public eye until after Easter, she's managed to be top of mind pretty much everywhere.

I’m from Brazil and everyone is talking about it. Almost as much as the death of QEII.

And the general consensus seems to be that she was thrown under the bus.

I wonder what the opinions of other countries and cultures are.

I mean, if this was Harry disappearing for weeks while Meghan is posting weirdly doctored photos of him, I think we can readily expect that the UK press would not have been so genteel in their coverage of the situation.

This also seems like the type of story that was made to go viral with the true crime crowd on social media; woman disappears after a sudden surgery, her husband is seen acting oddly in public, her kids haven't seen her in weeks, her husband is posting photoshopped pictures of her with the kids on the joint instagram account, and the only time she's been spotted in public was with huge sunglasses on or looking away from the camera in a dark car.

While I do think there is some truth to the article, the author fails to mention the viciousness Kate was subjected to in the early years of her dating William. There are numerous videos online of her being chased and harassed by paparazzi. Videos of them waiting for her to arrive at the airport while hurling slurs her way. She even had topless photos published without her consent! She did not have it easy. It was only after the marriage and the birth of her children, the media seem to turn more positive towards her. There was an article on CNN discussing the colour of Kates baby when she was pregnant with George. The article claimed the baby may have a darker skin tone due to her ‘commoner genes’! Yes, you read that right, the article was about Kate and not Meghan. I think that’s the sick misogynistic nature of the media, the royal women are always take the biggest beating. It was wrong when it happened to Diana, it was wrong when it happened to Fergie, it was wrong what happened to Kate, it was wrong when it happened to Megan and now it’s wrong It’s happening to Kate again.

William and Charles have entirely separate offices. It really just looks like Charles is letting William determine his own course of action and that includes letting him make his own mistakes.

Has Kate stopped cooperating with TRF? Is she refusing to sit for photographs? Refusing to make an appearance or return to work?

The only leverage she has is to refuse to do their bidding. IMO, this is what's happening. She has ghosted TRF and told them to figure out the PR crisis on their own. She is mad about something.

Behind the scenes, the press knows that something is up. This is why they are making a big deal about the photograph. They are pushing TRF to admit they created it out of thin air because Kate refused to sit for a photograph with her children.

I wasn't a conspiracy theorist before this week but it feels like something very weird is happening.

Everyone needs to ask themselves: why is KP no longer protecting Kate? They used to always bend over backwards to protect both W&K, but now they are sacrificing K so W doesn’t look bad. The statement she clearly did not write taking the fall for the photoshop is absolutely meant to place the blame solely on Kate (which is ridiculous because clearly the photo had to be approved before release). They’re trying to make her look untrustworthy as a source, and we need to all be asking WHY is KP doing this to one of their principles? Why don’t they want us to trust what she’s saying or posting? They are trying to subtly separate Kate from KP instead of insulating her, creating a KP vs Kate dynamic. It definitely feels like things are turning on her and she’s not playing by their rules anymore…

Dropping this opinion piece here. It is not saying anything new, really, but it is illustrative of how the good faith and favourable and fluffy press that Wills and Kate have been enjoying for years now is vanishing up fast, and more importantly, the angle of "actually, Harry and Meghan might have been right all along" is starting to gain traction, which is amazing since KP's incompetence is only helping to feed this narrative. 100% a self inflicted wound: https://www.nytimes.com/2024/03/13/opinion/kate-middleton-scandal.html?unlocked_article_code=1.cU0.yIUn.JReERm0NfWrW&smid=url-share

I am just here in my corner eating popcorn and enjoying the primo tea.

I am starting to think the Occam’s razor here is that Kate is not cooperating.

The Mother’s Day picture was supposed to function as an update on her health and it turned out to be fake, so of course the speculation will continue. She could take a cell phone snap and release it and all of the noise would settle down. It’s extremely telling that she doesn’t.

i just can't believe there's a photoshop thread about the royal family. it's hilariously absurd how badly they fudged this whole thing

I’m still baffled by the lack of leaks and/or sightings. I have to imagine that if Kate stepped foot in public, someone would have snapped a photo. That seems like a long time to be sequestered, especially when we’ve been made to believe she often does her own grocery shopping.

This is exactly right. They could have said someone on the team photoshopped it - and Kate is on the team. They didn’t have to bring her name into it. To hop from “never complain, never explain to throwing Kate under the double bus is gob smacking.

According to Cosmopolitan not even Kate's senior staff knows what is going on with her. I get people not knowing her medical ins and outs, but how is she not talking to her staff? https://www.cosmopolitan.com/entertainment/celebs/a60186817/kate-middleton-shroud-of-secrecy-concerning/

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Hijikata, Sannan and Souma's Stories from the Manyo no Shou Stellaworth Booklet

Souma's story takes place in Ezo!

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(I can’t believe this is happening…)

I secretly sighed as I beheld a nervous Yukimura Chizuru standing right next to me.

Yukimura’s room had a leak, so she had to stay in one of the soldiers’ rooms for the night. Souji found it amusing, and he said, “Why don’t you let her stay in your room, Hijikata-san? She’s your page, after all”. In the end, I couldn’t refuse and agreed to let her stay in my room.

“Um… Hijikata-san, are you sure this is okay? I don’t mind sleeping in my room, actually…”

Yukimura said that hesitantly, but…

“If I send you back to that room now, who knows what Souji will say. My room may be a little cramped for two people, but just bear with it for one night.”

“N-no, I don’t mind the space…! I’ll lay out the futon.”

After her swift denial, she started laying out the futon that Yamazaki brought here earlier.

“Hey, I can do the futon myself…”

Before I finished my sentence, Yukimura already laid out both of our futons. She’s always good at this kind of thing.

“Well then, let’s go to bed, then.”

“Y-yes!” I heard Yukimura’s nervous voice.

“…Just so you know, I’m not going to do anything weird just because we’re sleeping in the same room. I’m not that desperate to lay my hands on you.”

I said that to reassure Yukimura, but…

“I-I understand…”

Yukimura’s reply sounded like 70% relief and 30% disappointment.

(Wait a minute. Why does Yukimura sound down after what I said? I only said that to make her feel better.)

As I was thinking, I realized something and said, “…And don’t get me wrong, it’s not like you’re not attractive or anything. I said that only because of my current position and how the situation is.”

“A-ah… Yes! I understand.”

The voice that answered me sounded a little relieved.

(Why does she feel relieved by my words, anyway? Does she somehow want me to see her as a woman? ……No, she would not think like that.)

I thought so to myself and said, “I’m turning off the light.”

“Ah, yes!”

After hearing Yukimura’s reply, I blew out the oil lamp.

The room was enveloped in darkness and became very quiet.

After that, I got into the futon, but it was still the time of the night when I usually worked, so I couldn’t fall asleep, but tossed and turned all the time.

“Um…”

From the other side of the darkness, I heard a hesitant voice.

“What is it?” I asked.

“Are you really glad to let me stay in your room, Hijikata-san? If I didn’t stay, you could have focused on your work.”

“Well, while that is true, it’s okay to have a day like this once in a while. Yamazaki and Shimada also tell me to go to bed early sometimes.”

“…I see.”

“Yeah. So don’t worry about it and just go to sleep. I’ll arrange for the leak to be fixed tomorrow.”

“Thank you very much.”

After hearing her words of gratitude, the conversation came to a halt and only the sound of her breathing could be heard.

(Even though she kind of lives in confinement, she’s always concerned about us.)

As I thought so, I finally felt sleepy and closed my eyes.

(The end.)

“Sanna-san, are you awake? I've brought your meal."

Hearing the voice from outside the shoji door, I paused the writing that I had been doing.

"Yes, I'm awake. Please come in."

In response, the door quietly slid open, and Yukimura Chizuru-kun stepped into my room.

"I'll leave your meal here…” she said as she placed the tray with food in the corner of the room.

At that moment, a small yawn escaped from Yukimura's mouth.

"You seem tired. Did Hijikata-san give you a lot of errands to run again today?"

"Uh, I'm sorry! Actually, Hijikata-san didn’t ask me, but I volunteered. After all, I'm always grateful to all of you for your help."

"I see. You're still as kind-hearted as ever."

I spoke what was on my mind while continuing with my writing. She seemed slightly puzzled, tilting her head in wonder.

"Kind-hearted... you think so?"

Yukimura didn't seem entirely convinced, but then she seemed to think of something.

“If you don’t mind, please have your meal before it gets cold.”

"I'll have it once I finish this paragraph. Don't worry."

I replied without turning around, continuing with my documents.

It seemed that Yukimura-kun was sorry to disturb me, and she fell silent.

Time passed, and after a while, I thought, "Shall I take a break now?"

Setting my pen aside, I turned around.

"I apologize for making you wait. Shall I have the meal now? ...Oh?"

Perhaps tired of waiting, Yukimura had fallen asleep while leaning against the wall. She was breathing softly.

(If she was sleepy, she could have gone back to her room... Unless she wanted to hear my thoughts on the food?”

For a fleeting moment, I considered waking her up, but I was reluctant to do so when I saw how peacefully she slept.

"I can't let her catch a cold, and maybe I should cover her with something."

With that thought in mind, I draped my robe over Yukimura's body.

Then, I began to eat the meal placed on the tray.

Although the food got cold for a bit, Yukimura's cooking was still impeccable.

"It would have been better to eat it while it was still warm."

As I pondered, Yukimura’s eyelids slowly opened, and our eyes met.

After a brief moment, she seemed to have finally taken in the situation.

"Oh! I'm sorry, I just fell asleep..."

"It's okay. You can go back to sleep. I'll wake you up when I'm done."

"But..."

“Just have some rest. Is that okay?”

"Yes, thank you, Sannan-san."

She said bashfully and closed her eyes again, beginning to doze off.

Looking at Yukimura-ku peacefully asleep like some kind of small animal, I continued with my meal.

(The end.)

“It's snowing again today. I can't help but feel gloomy thinking that I'll have to shovel snow again tomorrow."

As I gazed at the silently accumulating snow outside the window, I spoke.

"That's right. I was prepared for this, but I didn't expect that winter in Ezo could be this harsh."

It had been nearly half a month since we had come to Ezo in pursuit of Vice-Commander Hijikata. While the bitter cold and the snow confined us indoors, which could be frustrating sometimes…

(Still, it's been a while since I've enjoyed such peaceful days.)

Just as I was thinking so, something caught my attention.

"Huh?"

I noticed something and paused.

"What's wrong?"

“Senpai, your hands..."

Perhaps due to the usual chores, Yukimura-senpai's fingertips were bright red from frostbites.

"Oh, this? Don't worry about it. It'll heal if I apply some medicine," Senpai replied with a smile, but I took Senpai's hand in mine.

"Souma-kun?"

Senpai seemed a little surprised, but I held Senpai's hand in both of mine and rubbed it between my fingers.

However, since my own hands were cold, Senpai’s hand wasn't warming up.

"I-It's fine, Souma-kun. I'm okay."

Perhaps out of concern for me, Senpai said that, but...

“Please let me take care of you, Senpai. I've been causing you trouble all along."

"..."

Senpai seemed bashful.

After rubbing our hands together for a while, warmth finally returned to Senpai's hand.

“I think I’m fine. Thank you."

Saying that, Senpai let go of my hand and turned away shyly.

"I should go back to my room soon. I need to get up early tomorrow.”

Senpai began to leave the room.

"Wait, Senpai!"

I inadvertently grabbed Senpai's hand to stop her from leaving.

"Um... could you stay a little longer? I... I would like to be with you a bit more, Senpai."

Senpai seemed a bit surprised by my words, her eyes blinking.

"Oh... Of course, I didn’t mean anything weird! I mean, I just thought it would be nice to chat more and spend time together! Of course, if it's inconvenient for you, I can understand..."

As I stumbled over my words, Senpai gazed at me with a somewhat bashful expression, but...

"Is that so..."

Senpai murmured. I thought I detected a tinge of disappointment in her tone, or perhaps it was just my imagination?

But before I could voice my doubt, Senpai smiled and said...

"Well, I felt the same way, actually. So, let's chat a bit longer, shall we?"

With a gentle smile, Senpai said those words.

(The end.)

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zorria · 11 months

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I wasnt sure how to go about answering this because you said you wanted your name hidden so I hope this is okay lol 🥺❤️

But anyways in my opinion I don’t see it as Nakaba putting Percy on this pedestal and saying fuck you to Tristan at least not in my eyes

It’s just More so the fact that the demons love Percy because percy saved the dying demons when he was a baby from the behemoth so they ended up seeing him as their savior and treating him like one of their own

Now with Tristan it’s different because the demons hate Tristan and are racist towards him because he’s half goddess and as Gawain said in the beginning of the arc some demons still hold a grudge for what happened in the holy war. Now this doesn’t condone them being racist and hurtful and straight up threatening to kill Tristan just because he’s half goddess like that’s actually fucked up cause like what the hell he can’t control that, that’s not what I’m saying but what I am saying is them acting like that is in my opinion In character.

The way Tristan reacts to this situation is also In character in my opinion because it starts to bring out his self conscious side and makes him start to have doubts and leads to him feeling like he’s not even worthy to be in the demon realm at all and it’s understandable why he would only want to visit the demon realm once thanks to how they treated him

The reason I say it’s not Nakaba putting Percy on a pedestal is because he’s not actively using it as a way to pin Percy against Tristan it’s just more so the fact they both had to different experiences while Percy is loved by the demons Tristan is not

But I can definitely see the demons coming around towards Tristan once he shows them how powerful he is and by helping save the demon realm

Now as for the rest of what you said in my opinion zeldris didn’t just immediately shoot down chions idea of them using Tristan’s Saint coat to protect them what he said was

That while yes they may get some protection with Tristan’s Saint coat it won’t be enough to withstand the negative force of the behemoths negative energy. So mainly he was just saying they can use it it just isn’t an affective means to get to the behemoth. At least that’s how I see it

And as for the demons loving Percy and them seeing him as someone who can do no wrong well that has at least some what of a reason

As zeldris said in this chapter the demons owe their lives to Percy because he was the one who saved them in the first place they quite literally would not be alive without him. So them not blaming Percy when they should and yes I agree they probably should’ve been a little mad cause wtf lol snd maybe not let him off Scott free it’s understandable why they don’t blame Percy because if not for him In the first place they would already be dead

So to them being sealed is a worthy Sacrifice because Percy already saved them once before so that’s why they aren’t all that mad which is a little strange cause like again tf but makes sense

Now as for why zeldris and the others aren’t mad like Nasiens it’s mainly because as much as they should be angry and upset it won’t realistically get them anywhere it won’t help fix their situation so as like Tristan Said they’ll just have to leave it up to faith and let things unfold but until then they can worry about what they can change right now which is the behemoth situation

And well as for Nasiens being mad that’s still valid as fuck because Percy quit literally betrayed him when he told Percy not heal that chaos knight and still healed her anyways without thinking of the consequences so him being mad this chapter is very much valid in my opinion he’s still hurt

But yeah this is just my opinion sorry if it’s long as fuck I just had to break stuff up in parts ❤️

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