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neverchecking · 11 months

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WOW that breeding fic I requested was so DELICIOUSSS thank you so much for the food... do you think you could do wild x reader, facesitting this time.. i saw this tweet and started giggling and kicking my feet

Me and Link the same fr-

I absolutely can my dear. If I ask, my dividers are 2000 x 150

Smut so Minors DNI! 18+!

Smut CW: AFAB reader, Face sitting, Wild is down bad. Squirting.

He could die a happy man. Right here. Right now.

He had died once, miserable and trapped, probably in vein, but right now? He could die with a smile on his face, no regrets to be had. You looked so, so nervous, sitting above him like you were, hovering just out of reach and it was almost enough to send him into cardiac arrest.

Normally, he hated seeing that look on your face, but he could understood where it came from. Even if they were silly and unfounded fears.

Couldn't you, his glorious Goddess, see that, should he actually suffocate, that would be is desired way to go? That should anything actually kill him, going by your delicious things was how he wanted to do it? He didn't care for a flame of glory, or dying this glorious hero. No. If he died here, that was enough for him.

Not that he would. While he was more than willing to dive head first into this, forgetting about his own foolish need for air, he knew you would be the one to pull away should you deem him too eager for his own good. He found fight you on it, but you would be adamant. You always had a way of putting his own safety first. Far beyond his own care for it.

Right now, however, the little care he had for it (That you instilled) was long forgotten as he practically drooled. He could practically feel the heat radiating off of you, calling him in like a Siren's song. And it was tantalizing. He was sure he was actually slobbering all over himself as you stalled and hummed, trying to find any excuse to not go through with this, but he was adamant. He was ready.

"Maybe I should just get-" You went to swing your leg back over, form retreating from where it had hovered over his face only for him to grab at it, pulling it back to it's spot. He wanted you to experience this. To let go for once and put yourself first.

"Nonsense. We haven't even gotten to the fun part! You can't back out now!" He cried out, licking his lips as he swallowed harshly. You were right there and he was so close, you couldn't pull away now. "C'mon, I'm a big boy. I'm sure I can handle it."

"I just...Don't wanna hurt you." You pouted. And oh, how sweet you were. So worried about hurting him? As if you were even capable of such a thing. He ensured you would never be able to seriously hurt him.

"Trust me, sweetness, there is nothing you could do that would ever hurt me."

"Maybe I could just...hover-"

"Do you hover on a chair?" Wild raised a brow, moving both of his hands to curl under your thighs, hands resting in the curves of your pelvis. You shuddered under his hold but didn't answer, still stuck in your own head. He softened his features, giving you a reassuring smile even if his patience ran thin. "No. I promise you won't hurt me. You just have to sit your pretty ass down and let me handle the rest."

"But-"

His patience snapped as he dove up, licking a fat stripe in between your labia lips and making you cry out, hands grappling onto the headboard as your head fell forward. He made eye contact with you, shooting you a charming wink before returning to his meal before him. He felt he almost had to thank some deity for this, but the only one he had to praise was sitting right on top of him.

You were still so hesitant and unsure, hovering above him as he lapped and suckled at your clit, rocking your hips just a bit. For every rock he steadily pulled you closer, moving his menstrations closer to your gaping cunt. His tongue prodded your opening, eagerly licking at any juice you had to offer him, refusing to waste anything you had to bestow upon him. Every stroke of his tongue had you slowly lowering your defenses as he continued pulling you closer and closer, letting you focus on the pleasure he was bringing you. He was so, so close, practically nosing at your clit when you stopped him, one of your hands ripping itself from the headboard to tangle into his hair. "Link- Slow down- I-"

He didn't care. You were right there and slowly shattering under his hold exactly the way he wanted. Goddess above him, he could not get enough of you. He had just gotten his first real taste of you and he could not get enough.

His own hips shuffled and bucked wildly as pre-cum cooled along his shaft, but it didn't matter. His pleasure was last when it came to your own.

That's not to say he wasn't getting off on this. Just the taste of you, trailing down his throat and intoxicating his very being, was enough to have him moaning against you. The vibrations seemed to do the trick as whatever muscles you were using to hold yourself up finally gave out, sending you toppling right where he wanted you.

The grip he had on your thighs tightened ten fold as he practically locked you into place, eagerly devouring you now that you were well and proper in his reach. His knees bent as his feet stamped steadily under him, giving him the anchor he needed to all but delve into you. His nose followed his head movements, reaching your clit for him while focused on tonguing your open.

Your thighs clenched around his head as you quivered above him, the fingers in his hair pulling just enough to have him looking up at you-- never once breaking his rhythm. You were such a sight.

Your eyes were blown wide, irises merely a ring around your pupils as your cheeks shined in the limited light the sundown provided. Your chest was heaving up and down as you cried out with every lick, gentle nibble, and suck. Each thing he did pulled a new reaction out of you and he was eager to see every single one.

When your other hand fell from the headboard to join the first, he knew you were getting close, making him speed up his ministrations. The thought of you coming undone above him was so erotic that he needed to see it. He needed to feel you convulse above him, hear you cry out as you yanked on his hair,

And that was exactly what you gave him. You let out a loud cry as you pulled him closer, smothering him exactly the way he wanted. It was pure euphoria even if his airways were blocked just a bit. He just couldn't get enough of you, refusing to stop even as your cries grew in volume. Just one more. One more convulsion above him, one more rock of your hips, one more, one more, one more one more-

He was stilled when something leaked around his tongue, soaking his lower half as you absolutely shuddered. You seemed down right ashamed as you tried pulling off of him in a hurry, but he kept his hold on you strong.

He didn't even know you could do that. By the looks of it, neither did you.

Licking his lips, he set his gaze and shot you a devious look.

He wanted to know if you could do it again.

AN: Okay, so this is a bit shorter, but for good reason as I really need to talk with you guys.

Here's a reminder that all of the stuff on my page so far is all Yandere. I'm aware it's a toxic and unhealthy mindset, but these are all fictional characters. I can differentiate between something that is healthy and something that is not. I do not need you guys telling me that this is not something I should be promoting. My page is 18+, so I expect those viewing it to understand the same. I am not responsible for the media you consume, nor am I responsible for how it reflects upon your own character. If you don't like my content, you can simply scroll and move on. A lot of you have been absolutely fantastic, but for that certain individual (You know who you are), you obviously are not mature enough to consume my content, so I'm asking you kindly to either block me and scroll or I'll do it for you. Thank you for reading this PSA. Sorry for the sudden serious note.

Have a lovely day, Darlings.

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moonstruckme · 8 months

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hi!! i would just like to send a request for a remus lupin × reader... the reader is trying to teach him another language they are fluent in ( pref. french but if not that's fine ) and rem is struggling a bit. take the idea wherever you want!

Thanks for requesting sweetheart! I don't know any french, so the translations may not be the besttt (and I tried to make it somewhat comprehensible for others who don't speak french either, but sorry if you have to use translate!) but I hope you like it :)

Cw: light (practially implied) smut

Remus Lupin x gn!reader ♡ 580 words

It had begun with a slip, in the heat of the moment. You'd been all dizzy with love and pleasure, babbling and making nonsensical sounds, when you'd called Remus mon chou. It had been thoughtless, one in a string of endearments and encouragements as you tipped over the edge, but when you were both catching your breath a few minutes later, Remus had asked about it.

"What was that you called me..." he hesitated. "Mon chew?"

You'd laughed at his butchering of the term, but had refused to tell him what it meant. Remus is so often the one with the intellectual high ground, and you’re self-aware enough to admit that you got a bit of wicked enjoyment out of letting him wonder about something you knew and he didn’t.

That high had lasted all the way until the next afternoon.

"Hello, cabbage," Remus had greeted you as you'd come into the room, not looking up from his book.

You'd halted. "What?"

He'd carefully folded over a corner to keep his place before closing the book, meeting your confused gaze with his smug one. "Cabbage. That's what we're calling each other now, isn't it? Mon chou?"

You'd laughed. "It's not supposed to be an insult. It's a term of endearment."

"Doesn't sound much like 'handsome' or 'darling' to me." Remus had rolled his eyes, but his smile let you know he was only teasing. "I want to know what you're saying to me. Teach me some?"

And however much you'd liked to lord your French over him, you enjoyed sharing it with Remus even more. Soon your apartment was covered in flashcards showing translations for things like "microwave" or "television," and when you were home, Remus insisted you speak to him exclusively in French. That was how you'd learnt it in school, and for you, it made for excellent practice. Remus, however, wasn't catching on as quickly as either of you had hoped, and for him, it could be a bit of an inconvenience.

"Amour," he calls now. "Où est le...uh, broom?"

"Le balai," you tell him gently. "Le balai est dans le placard près du réfrigérateur."

Remus only purses his lips, making no move to go retrieve it.

You give him an apologetic look. That was an awfully advanced sentence. "It's in—"

"No, don't tell me," he cuts you off, brows furrowing in concentration. "The broom, something something...the refridgerator? The last word was refridgerator, yeah?"

You nod, trying not to smile.

Remus nods back seriously. "I'll find it." He goes and opens the refridgerator, looking inside confusedly, and he doesn't stop you when you follow him, reaching around him to pass him the broom from the cabinet nearby.

"Merci," he says, though it sounds more like mercy in his heavy accent.

"Bien sûr." You grin up at him. "Don't worry, you're—"

Remus gives you a look so scandalized you're not entirely convinced it's warranted by your situation. "Français s'il vous plaît—"

"Remus, let me talk to you!" you laugh. "I'm only saying that you're getting really good."

Remus beams at your praise, the sight making that ever-present spark of adoration in your chest flare up. What a nerd. "Thanks, love. You mean it?"

"Oui," you promise. "We'll make a fluent speaker of you yet, ma puce."

Remus looks down at you, his eyes narrowing with suspicion. "What's that one mean?"

You take the broom from him, humming in faux disapproval. "Guess you'll have to figure it out."

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ritsusakumawife · 5 months

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Kamisato Ayato x Reader

I got sick while making this so if some scenes/parts just don't make sense I apologize No, I'm definitely not using my sickness as an excuse for my bad writing

WARNINGS: !!Mentions of Y/Ns mental state!! (Only once at the start) Super ooc, bad grammar, profanity, and full of nonsense

Words: 1484

Part 1, Part 2 (You’re here!)

It’s been a few months since you left the estate

You still haven’t received any news about Ayato's return, which makes you slightly worried, but hey, at least these past few months, your mental health has gotten better

No Ayato = no unnecessary drama = peace = better mental state

Your shop has been doing well

The old regulars are now back and happily buying the things they needed but couldn't get due to the market price

Everything is back to normal

Yeah, no. It isn't completely back to normal

You have quite the reputation and even have multiple names. One popular name is "Two-faced Demon"

Why? There have been rumors circulating that you talked badly about Ayato, your spouse, around others while remaining an innocent doll around Ayato and vice versa

And due to your not-so-favorable reputation, you sometimes get some unwanted customers that want to ruin your business

Thankfully, though, you have some reliable friends that keep unwanted customers out

But even that has downsides

Some people are now wary of your shop and refuse to even look in the same direction as your shop when they pass by it, as they might suddenly get attacked by being an “unwanted customer”. It's pretty stupid to do, but it’s best to be cautious, right?

Reopening the shop has helped you, sure, but even that becomes stressful

It’s hard to manage it all by yourself, and you surely can’t leave it all alone when you go adventuring in the near future

And so you came up with a solution to reduce the overwhelming stress and future problems concerning the shop. Hire employees!

With the help of Thoma and Ayaka, you managed to scout a few trustworthy people who’re perfect for the job

All of them are quick learners and hard workers, which is perfect! With only a few more pieces of guidance, you can peacefully leave everything in their capable hands

Two months passed quickly, and everyone can now handle everything by themselves, even without your presence

Li Hua, in particular, is quite the master at her job.

You won’t have any lingering worries with her taking care of everything there

And with that, you’re all ready to go back to adventuring!

“Leaving already?”

“Hm? Oh! Heizou, yup! The unsolved mysteries out there are calling out to me."

“Oh really?”

“I can hear it whispering, “Y/N~ Y/N~~ Come solve this mysterious ancient puzzle!””

“Puzzles..Say, what if I come with you?”

“No, you ca—” You get cut off by Heizou pressing a finger on your lips

“Ah, ah, ah, I promise it’ll be fun! Besides, I can prove to be extremely useful to you when it comes to solving puzzles.”

“Yeah, but—”

“Do you doubt my abilities? If so, that really hurts my poor, poor heart.”

“I know your capabilities better than anyone Heizou. We grew up together.”

“If you know what my capabilities are, then why won’t you let me come then." Heizou pouts.

“You perfectly know why.”

“Do I?”

“Don’t play dumb with me. You have an important job here, Heizou. I can’t just take you with me.”

“I don’t even know when I’ll be back in Inazuma.”

“Y/N! Everything’s already set, just waiting on you,” Beidou semi-whispers.

“I’ll be there soon. Just..Saying some goodbyes to a friend.”

Heizou watches from the sidelines as you interact with Beidou. A tinge of jealousy and longing is present in his eyes, but it goes away quickly before anyone can see it

"Soo, I guess this is it. I’ll try my best to keep in contact with you. Promise. And maybe when we meet again, we can have a drink or two? "You held out a pinky finger towards Heizou

Heizou chuckles. “Well then, I’ll hold you up to that promise.” He intertwines his own pinky with yours

'Oh..'

Only now, as you say your final goodbyes to Heizou, do you realize how charming your best friend is.

His burgundy hair is flowing in the wind, his light olive green eyes are glistening in the sun, and his charming smile shows a hint of mischievousness.

'I'm sure whoever he'll get together with will be lucky.'

You quickly turn away from him upon realizing what you’re currently thinking

“Hey~ Why’d you turn away from me so harshly? Do you really not want to see my face that badly?" He says in a teasing tone, almost as if knowing what was going on inside your head

“That’s not it. I just—Ugh." You stumble over your words. Now that you think about it, Heizou has always had this effect on you. The man just knew how to make you speechless and stumble on your own words

“Alright, alright, that’s enough teasing.” Beidou interrupts

'Beidou! My savior!'

With that, Beidou drags you over to the Alcor(Crux fleet?? What’s the difference again)

While boarding, you catch a glimpse of platinum blonde hair

After settling down in your temporary room on the ship

You set out to find the owner of the platinum blonde hair. It’s been quite a long time since you last met, after all

“It seems that fate has once again made our paths cross.”

Oh, how you missed hearing that melodic voice of his

“It seems so..” You sit down next to where he sits at the edge

“Who would’ve thought you’d be here all along?”

Silence envelopes you both

“It hurt a lot, you know..”

Kazuha remains silent and listens attentively

“You suddenly went missing after the shogunate declared you to be an enemy for eternity. I was worried sick. I thought that maybe you’d been killed.”

“I’m sorry” is all that leaves Kazuha's lips. It’s spoken so softly and quietly that one would think it was just a whisper of the wind

There in the back of the ship, hidden away from everyone, you sit by Kazuha as you cry into his arms and whisper the things you’ve always wanted to say to the man, and even the things that are of another matter. The worries and pain you’ve kept to yourself

It's sort of ironic that instead of being open to your husband, you’re much more open to your other friends. Especially this man called Kaedehara Kazuha, he has this air around him that makes you feel secure and relaxed and spill all your secrets and feelings, adding to the fact that you've known this man for much longer than you've known your husband.

You know that whatever secret you tell him, he’ll keep it to himself until his very last breath. That’s how much you trust and confide in Kazuha.

"Hey..I'm sorry for, y'know, this whole crying thing.."

"It's perfectly fine, dove. It's best to let it all out rather than keeping it to yourself."

"Besides, isn't listening to your troubles also part of my job as your knight?"

"Pfft, my knight, huh? Well, then, Mr. Knight care to tell me why you didn't bother to tell me where you went? As my knight, it's only right for you to report to me."

"That's..I apologize. I had to flee immediately and couldn't risk putting you in danger by contacting you."

"What about contacting me by using another person? Like, I don't know, making Beidou deliver a message to me."

"I'd rather not trouble her with my problems. She's already done me a big favor by letting me hide out here."

"Fine, fine. I won't push the issue any further. Guess you're forgiven for now, Mr. Knight."

"Why, thank you, my liege" he chuckles while giving you a bow

The day ends with your and Kazuha's laughter filling the air

Once the moon has disappeared, the sun appears again on the horizon.

And the sun signifies that a new day has come.

You woke up to the sounds of the lively crew moving on and about. After getting yourself ready, you begin to head out.

Upon arriving on the deck, you notice how you've almost reached Liyue Harbor. It seems that the sea decided to be kind and didn't cause the voyage to be longer than necessary.

After what felt like hours, you've finally arrived and docked.

Kazuha, being the gentleman that he is, decided to lend you a hand in getting off the ship.

"I'd love to show you around, but unfortunately, the Alcor will be leaving soon after getting some resources we need." Kazuha tried to hide his unhappiness by giving you his signature charming smile, but as you've known him since you guys were kids, you quickly saw past his facade.

Seeing Kazuha smile with the sun perfectly behind him, as if purposefully illuminating him, is a breath-taking sight. First Heizou, now Kazuha, why is it only now that you've noticed how good-looking your childhood friends are?

To be fair, Kazuha was quite popular with the ladies; even when you guys were still children, the girls would flock around him as if he were some deity.

'Wait, no, Y/N, stop thinking about these things. You already have a husband! You have to stay loyal, no matter how shitty your husband may be. You can't just cheat or think these things about other people.'

'Well, this is it. A new place, a new life'

giuwfgeahsjk, this is it for this part! I might make the next part tomorrow, but for now, I need my sleep.

NOTE: I DO NOT CONDONE INFIDELITY. THIS IS PURELY A WORK OF FICTION.

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thiswasneverthat · 9 months

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jealousy

❅ lee know x fem!reader

❅ smut, celeb!au, make-up artists!reader

❅ wc: 2.9K

❅ dom!minho, light choking, no sexual intercourse, nipple play

"Would you be fine with this scene? I could try and ask the director to make a slight alteration with the entire thing, you know?" Minho said as he reached out to hold your hand.

"I am fine, don't worry about it. I have seen you kiss so many girls," you chided in a teasing tone and playfully sway his hand away before resuming to put on his make-up.

Since he brought the matter to you a few weeks ago, you told him that he had your undivided support for his career. You didn't even bother to ask for the details because you trusted him.

"Oh, please," acting as if he was offended by what you just said, he rolled his eyes. "I have always made it up to you whenever I kiss a girl in a drama or movie."

You only shrugged a little. "I don't know, I don't remember."

"You want me to remind you about that here?"

"Just.. Shut up."

Minho only snickered as he watched you biting your lip— you always did that when you were nervous or flustered. He knew better than anyone how you were going to react whenever he brought any subjects about your sexual activities in a public space, where walls have ears.

Though it wasn't like the other staff who worked for him were entirely oblivious about your relationship with him, but they didn't need to know the details. No one needed to know, except the two of you.

"Come to my place tonight, I have no schedule tomorrow," Minho whispered as he leaned forward, his right hand finding its way to slightly squeezed your ass.

"No, if you keep on doing that!" a slight hiss past your lips as you gently landed your clenched fist on his upper arm, which caused him to let out a silent groan.

And right about when he was about to shoot you a complaint, a filming staff called him out from the doorway. "Minho, we're all ready."

"I'll be right there!" he quickly nodded to the staff before looking at you again.

"Go, hurry. I'll be right there in a moment to watch you on the bed with her," you said with a smirk, knowing very well that it would add a little pressure on him.

"I promise I'll make it up to you," Minho pledged as he swiftly kissed you on the lips before dashing out of the waiting room.

Once he was out of sight, you immediately tidy up all the make-up kit and made haste toward filming the set. You were feeling somehow eager to watch Minho shoot a bed scene. This was his first bed scene since you two started dating half a year ago.

Before getting into a relationship with you, Minho never had a problem shooting a bed scene, but after dating you, he felt bad to shoot such a scene. However, you always convinced him that you didn't mind. You had watched him kissing or making out with his co-star before, and you never felt jealous. You knew it came with the jobs, beside, he always made it up to you after filming.

When you reached the set, the other staff were already gathered around. Tough crowd to watch a bed scene, you thought.

"I bet she's going to take an advantage of this," you heard a staff whisper to her friend.

"It's true then? She really had a big ass crush on him?"

At the mention of crush, your brows furrowed skeptically.

"It's true! I am surprised words haven't spread around, her own staff always talked about it. I heard she even asked one of her stylists to get his number for her."

You were stupefied for a few seconds as you tried to fathom what you just heard.

"Uh, nonsense," you mumbled to yourself and immediately shook your head, trying your best to not let the things you just heard get into your head.

After all, those were probably mere rumors that circulated around the staff. You knew that kind of thing happened all the time, especially around actors and actresses.

"Maybe you are right, just look at the way she dolled up like that," the two staff continued whispering.

And you.. You knew you better walk away but your feet refused to move an inch. Something inside your head told you to listen more.

"Exactly! She persuaded the director to let her wear whatever she wanted for this scene."

Oh, well.. you couldn't help but felt something poking a gear inside your head. And it might be way too quick to change your mind but your assessment of these rumors might have altered a little.

As you let the curiosity get the best of you, you stepped closer to the set to take a better view and then you saw her— the actress that the two staff had been talking about.

She was sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing a pleated nightgown with unlined lace cups that could barely cover her tits, her nipples were slightly visible through the lace. Even the pleated chiffon bodice was seemingly not enough to cover half of her body, you bet you could see her white silk panties if she spread her legs a little.

"Damn," you hissed lowly to yourself.

When Minho said he was going to film a bed scene, this was clearly not what you had in mind. Not with this circumstance where the co-star allegedly had a crush on him and not when she explicitly dressed like that to.. seduce him?

The regret had now slowly dawned on you. You should've asked your boyfriend about the details back then.

In other occurrences before, seeing Minho getting immersed in character when he kissed another girl, you admitted that was kind of hot. When the two of you watched his drama from a year ago, you even teased him for passionately sucking his co-star on her chest.

However, this time, everything suddenly felt different. Even though you knew Minho wouldn't deliberately do something that would make you upset, now you had a tainted sentiment about his co-star.

"Minho, get on the bed."

You snapped out of your musing as you heard the director call his name. Your eyes immediately scanned the set, searching for your boyfriend.

And there he was, you found him walking nonchalantly to the bed, not a single thread of clothing concealing his upper body. His honey skin and chiseled abdomen were in full view for everyone to see. As if it wasn't enough, he was only wearing ripped jeans that were hung so low on his hip bone. He was so fucking attractive and you had to restrain yourself to not shield him from the prying eyes.

"Oh God," you let out a heavy sigh. The thoughts of him and his co-star in bed together had begun to mess with your head. Surprisingly, you were nervous and you had never been this nervous to see your boyfriend on set.

As Minho settled himself in the middle of the bed with his back resting against the headboard, you caught his co-star biting her lower lip.

"You will walk from the door and slowly crawl on the bed," the director said as he pointed to the girl. "Don't sway your hips too much, just keep it a little bit sensual. You got it?"

The girl nodded gingerly as she tucked strands of her dark brown hair behind her ear, looking eager to get into action.

"Minho, make sure to maintain eye contact as she approached you. Once she straddled your lap, you begin to gently kiss her on the neck. From there, you both can improvise."

"Got it," Minho answered curtly before clearing his throat.

Once the director finished giving additional instructions to the other staff on the set, the shot was ready to begin.

With bated breath, you attentively watched how the co-star strode closer to the bed before crawling on top of it, and as you had guessed, her scanty babydoll could hardly cover her butt. Her silk panties and the swell of her buttcheeks were visible to everyone around the set.

As the camera continued rolling, she was more than eager to straddle your boyfriend's lap. Both of their eyes were locked on each other as Minho placed his hands on her sides and started kissing her neck.

You felt something caught in your throat as if you had just swallowed a giant pill when she moaned and hauled Minho closer to her, she was enjoying his touch and kisses, much to your dismay.

It was so fucking hard to watch.

When one of her hands suddenly seized Minho's hand and guided it to her tits, you shut your eyes tightly. The memory of the nights you spent with him flashed before your eyes. He did that to you all the time, he loved to fondle your tits as he fucked you raw.

And now he was doing that to another girl, except for the latter. Your head was reeling and your heart was aching. You knew it wasn't on purpose, you knew he was just doing his job, but more than you'd like to admit, you felt a strong wave of jealousy surge through your whole body.

"Cut!" the director called out and it brought you back to your senses.

Your eyes instantly flickered open and then the first thing you saw was the girl talking to your boyfriend with a seductive smile on her faceㅡ and she was still straddling his lap. He was nodding to something she said before a chuckle slipped past his mouth.

Fuck. Without you knowing, your hands clenched into tight fists, eyes glued to the view in front of you.

"Director, can we retake the scene? We feel like something is missing," the girl questioned as she removed herself from Minho's lap.

The director then walked to approach her with a frown. "Well, that was good, I think we can proceed to the neㅡ"

"Right, Minho? We can do better than that," she cut in and glance at Minho.

While still sitting on the bed, Minho only shrugged his shoulders. "Well, yeah.. it's fine with me either way."

"Alright then, let's do it one more time," the director agreed with a nod before telling the other crew to get ready for another shoot.

Fuck again, fuck.

Right at that moment, you just wanted to disappear. You doubted you had the strength to watch that one more time.

Jealousy was clearly a new element in your relationship with Minho. You know people said that there was always a first time for everything yet you never thought that the first time of your jealousy would be quite.. intense. Hell, you never even thought that you would ever be jealous at all.

Minho was the perfect boyfriend. An immaculate lover, in bed or anywhere else. He always made time for you despite his busy schedule, he cared for you like no one else, he only had eyes for you and he put you as one of his priorities. And now, you somehow felt bad for being jealous yet you couldn't really help it. Maybe some kind of demon just possed you out of nowhere because this wasn't like you.

Your heart told you to walk away from the set and just wait for Minho at his apartment like you usually did. Waiting for him to come home and make it up to you, spending the entire night in each other's embrace. However, this time your mind said otherwise. The jealousy was a little too prominent to ignore, undoubtedly troubling your heart and mind.

"Everyone get ready!" the director called out again and the echo of his voice snapped you out of your thoughts.

Involuntarily, your feet took a few steps closer to the set, though you were still hidden behind the other crews. From where you were standing, you doubted if Minho could see you.

"Action!"

As soon as the shoot started, both of your hands curled into tight fists and you felt a lump forming in your throat, eyes focused on the pair.

This time around, your boyfriend's co-star deliberately pulled the strap of her nightgown down, revealing her plump tits to him as she straddled his lap. When he began kissing her neck, she reached for his hand and placed it on her tits.

You swore you were about to lose your shit the moment you watch Minho starting to fondle her tits in his handㅡ if it wasn't for your fellow make-up artist who came out of nowhere and pulled you away from the set with her. You were so taken aback that you couldn't say anything or even simply refuse.

"I have been looking for you, you know?" she breathed out in relief as she dragged you with her along the hallway. "We have a meeting with Minho's manager in five."

Right. You were too busy indulging your jealousy that you forgot about the meeting. Minho had an overseas schedule by the end of the month and the team got a lot to discuss.

During the meeting, it was decided that you would also be joining the team for this overseas schedule. It would be one week trip and you were already dreading it.

And almost an hour later after the meeting was over, you quickly packed up your things because there was nothing else you want more than to get back home as soon as you can. So, in long strides, you walked down the hallway, heading out to the parking lot.

However, when you were about to open your car's door, you were hauled to the sideㅡ causing you to yelp a little.

"Where are you going?" Minho deadpanned as he pinned you between his sturdy figure and your car.

You weren't expecting to see him in front of youㅡ for all you knew he was still on the filming set. And before you could weigh your answer, the words just rolled out of your lips. "Going home, I am tired."

Minho's brows raised skeptically at the answer. "I thought you were coming to my place tonight?"

"Next time, okay?" you answered halfheartedly as you tried to open your car's door again but he immediately stopped you. This time, he gripped your wrist tightly.

"You were at the filming set earlier, weren't you?"

With his sharp gaze locked on you, you couldn't help but tilt your head to the sideㅡ avoiding eye contact with him.

"Answer me, I asked you a question."

If it wasn't for the jealousy that was bubbling inside your chest, you would have squirmed a little at the way he was talking to you at that momentㅡ his voice deliciously dropped an octave, making him sound authoritative as ever.

After you gulped thickly, you nodded your head. "Yeah."

"What did you see?"

And even though you were still avoiding staring at him in the eyes, you could tell from his voice that he was smirking.

"Not much, I guess," you uttered hesitantly.

Minho then clicked his tongue in mock annoyance as he reached his hand behind you to unlock your car. "Get in."

"What?"

"Get inside, now."

You couldn't hide the surprise on your face, however, you heeded his words. And the next thing you know, you were straddling his lap in the cramped backseat of your car.

"This is what you see, right?" Minho questioned with a frown as he eagerly unbuttoned your shirt.

"Minho, whㅡ what are you doing?" you stuttered, watching him undressing you with wide eyesㅡ however, you did nothing to stop his action.

"You saw me kissing her and playing with her tits, right?" he asked again, this time the frown on his face had been replaced with a wicked sneer.

In a matter of seconds, you were left with only your braㅡ your shirt was nowhere to be seen, he has probably thrown it on the front seat.

"What else do you see?"

"Uh, that's all, I swear Iㅡ" your words ceased in your throat the moment he loosely wrapped his slender fingers around your neck. It wasn't like you couldn't breathe, but his action totally caught you off guard.

"You don't like it when I touch other girls the way I touched you, right?"

"Mhm yes.." that was all you managed to say as you placed one of your hands on his shoulder for support.

"And you're jealous?" he demanded with a raised brow, his fingers around your neck tightening a bit. "Why would you? You know it meant nothing more than a job for me, don't you?"

You instantly nodded your head in response and shifted slightly on his lap. Because instead of frightening the shit out of you, when this particular side of him came to the surface, you couldn't help but yearn for more. You knew he meant no harm, he never did even once.

And when he swiftly unhooked your bra and brought his face closer to your tits, you instinctively arched your back.

"This what you saw?" he whispered as he trailed wet kisses on your tits, his hot breath hitting your nipple causing you to groan. "It was different though, I would never do this to someone else."

"Fuck!" a breathless moan escaped your throat the moment he nibbled on your nipple.

"So, enlighten me, why are you jealous again?"

"It's.. it's because youㅡ" it was truly a struggle to force your brain to think of a reason while he was stimulating your tits with his fingers, mouth, and tongue.

"What?" he urged, his other hand found its way to palm your cunt through your jeans.

"You are.." your head was thrown to the back the moment he unbuttoned your jeans and slipped his hand inside. "Fuck, mine only, Minho. Just mine."

#skz smut #stray kids smut #lee know smut #lee know x reader #lee know fanfic

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herehavesomeheadcanons · 1 year

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Hihi! I saw you were taking requests and so I was wondering if I could have Poe or Sigma fluff (and maybe angst if you're up for it, you don't have to!) hcs? Like where you are sick or smth and they take care of you? And possibly how they make you feel better? Can I also be 🍥 anon if you're okay with it?

Whew, back to writing requests. Sorry for the long wait, but my brain shut down after I finally finished that Christmas event. I'll try to get on with the requests still waiting in my inbox!

Anyway, fluff is absolutely my specialty, and these two dorks are the perfect characters to take care of a sick s/o! I had the idea floating around in my brain, so I added an accidental confession for Poe as well <3

Edgar Allen Poe and Sigma taking care of a sick reader~

As usual, snatched the images off Pinterest

Poe

🤎🦝 Poor Poe freaked out when he heard you were sick. He immediately rushed over to your house and insisted on taking care of you! It doesn't matter how many times you try to push him away and tell him he'll get sick too, he's determined to take care of you!

🤎🦝 The reason for this is that Ranpo gave him the idea. Poe wanted to know how he could win your affections, and Ranpo suggested that he should go and see if you needed care, since you called in sick that morning.

🤎🦝 So now you're being forced to lay on the couch while Poe spoon-feeds you soup that he made himself. I don't see why you would complain, except if you're one of those Akutagawa kinnies that won't admit you're sick until you're dead.

🤎🦝 Poe insists on doing everything for you. To be fair, he is a pretty big help, considering it feels like someone fucked with the Earth's gravity settings and turned them all the way up. Oh, and you're delirious with fever, so no amount of willpower is going to make you able to do chores.

🤎🦝 As you feared, Poe gets sick too. Somehow, he still managed to drag himself to your place, so now you're both lying inert on different couches with a bad flu. You have some absolutely hilarious conversations while you're both completely out of it with fever hallucinations. Unfortunately, you probably won't remember them.

🤎🦝 After a few days of this bullshit, you're starting to feel better. Poe isn't, but your head is starting to clear. One night, you wake up to him rambling on and on about something to Karl. As you listen, you realize he's talking about you.

🤎🦝 "Oh Karl... What am I to do?" *Karl noises* "Yes I suppose you're right... You're so wise, Karl!" *More Karl noises*

🤎🦝 If he didn't talk to Karl like this all the time, you'd probably suspect that the fever had addled his brain to the point of no return. You decide to speak up and see what this nonsense is all about.

🤎🦝 "Hey, Poe, what are you going on about?" "Y/N! You're awake?" "Obviously. Now what are you asking Karl about?" "Oh, I was just trying to figure out what to do about my feelings for you." "...your what?"

🤎🦝 It takes a moment for Poe to realize what he just said. Once he does, he hides under the the blanket for ages. He refuses to come back out and speak to you for the rest of the day. He won't even eat! He's going to need lots of reassurance after such an embarrassing mishap!

Sigma

🤍🎰 Sigma doesn't really have a lot of time on his hands, being the manager of the casino and all. So, when he hears that you're sick, he has an existential crisis. Should he take care of you? Stay? What if he gets sick too? Can the casino run smoothly without him?

🤍🎰 Seeing how worried he is, some of the people working directly under him (I couldn't think of a good word, ok? Leave me alone-) convince him to go look after you. They can handle running the casino in his absence.

🤍🎰 Let's get one thing straight: Sigma is a fabulous caretaker. He just has the instinct for it, I guess. You'll be perfectly fine under his care. He gets you any medicine you need, cooks for you, does chores, and anything else you need. He has absurd multitasking skills, and will keep everything neat and orderly to ensure your speedy recovery.

🤍🎰 He is an absolute sucker for you, so you could probably get away with a lot while sick. You want him to read to you? On it. You want him to sing you to sleep? He'll try his best. He won't do anything that could get him sick, though, so no physical contact. Sorry, but he can't afford to get sick too.

🤍🎰 He is rigorous about keeping your stress to a minimum. He sets limits on who can visit you, how often they can visit, and for how long. He's like your nurse or something. You know Madam Pomfrey from the Harry Potter series? Yeah he's like that.

#bsd #bungo stray dogs #bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd poe #bsd edgar allan poe #bsd edgar allen poe x reader #bsd poe x reader #bsd sigma #bungo stray dogs sigma #bsd sigma x reader #bungo stray dogs sigma x reader

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dyns33 · 7 months

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The little angel

I wanted to do a little mob Oberyn and Ellaria with female reader. Not wonderful at the end, but I did it !

Y/N had not at all imagined what was going to happen to her when she helped an injured young woman.

It had seemed normal to her.

Not to find an injured woman near a trash can, but to help this poor lady. Well, maybe she could have been more suspicious when the woman refused to let Y/N call an ambulance, but there could have been plenty of valid reasons, like not having health insurance, or being afraid that her attacker would found her in the hospital.

So Y/N took the woman home and took care of her wounds, letting her sleep in her bed, helping her take a bath, and making her something to eat.

When she asked her about what had happened, the woman only smiled, stroking her cheek.

"Don't worry about that, sweetheart. I made a mistake, but everything will be fine. You won't have any problems because of me, I promise, and so it's best that you don't know anything. I just have to make a phone call."

"Oh. Of course."

The woman was so beautiful, it was impossible to say no to her.

She gave her phone to the woman who immediately called someone. My love, she had repeated several times, purring apologies and reassuring words, telling them that she was fine, that an adorable angel had helped her, and giving the address.

The woman returned the phone, still smiling.

“Oberyn is coming.”

Y/N noted that it wasn't a very common name, but she didn't comment. The woman said she shouldn't ask what happened or specific information about her life.

When someone knocked on the door, she still hesitated to open it. This Oberyn could be dangerous, if it was really him. It could also be the people who had hurt the woman and who were looking for her.

So she opened timidly, discovering a man. A very handsome man, tall, his shirt slightly open to reveal his muscular torso and tanned skin. With his piercing eyes and his severe demeanor, he scrutinized her for a long time.

"… Yes ?" she asked, trying not to sound nervous.

" I'm here for Ellaria."

"… I don't know any Ellaria."

“She said she was here.”

“You’re… What’s your name ?”

The question made him smile, a radiant and yet fleshy smile, which made her tremble. Y/N didn’t know if she was scared or if it was something else. As if they had known each other forever, he stroked her cheek as the woman had done.

"I see what she meant by adorable angel. As protective as beautiful. Let me see my paramour, dear little sun. I ran all night to find her, I need to see her."

The long kiss they shared told Y/N that Ellaria needed to see him as much as Oberyn did. Paramour he had said, a strange word, like his name.

She was happy that he was there, but the injured woman seemed less happy to learn that he had given her name.

“You gave mine.”

"So she'll let you in. I didn't say anything else, I promised her nothing would happen to her."

"I understand, my love. Forgive me, I couldn't resist, I like saying your name, and the little sun was so radiant, I wanted to hear her say it too."

"I know what you're thinking…" Ellaria sighed with a strange look.

“You thought so too, don’t lie to me.”

Y/N didn’t immediately understand what they had been thinking. It would be several months before she began to understand the two lovers' way of thinking.

With his huge smile, Oberyn turned to take her in his arms and thanked her for saving his precious Ellaria. He would have burned the whole world if anything had happened to her, and it was a miracle she was alive. Y/N was a miracle, their miracle. He really wanted to thank her.

When she said it wasn't necessary, he replied that it was nonsense. She deserved them to show her their gratitude, boldly and intensely. Y/N didn’t immediately understand what he meant by that.

Oberyn continued to smile as he touched her neck, while Ellaria seemed hesitant at first, before slowly getting up from the bed to join them.

They kissed her with as much passion as they had kissed each other. There was nothing else that morning, because Ellaria's injuries didn't allow it, and despite his desire to take Y/N right away, Oberyn preferred to share with his paramour.

So they left, thanking her again with words and kisses, purring against her lips and skin.

It felt like a dream, and Y/N thought it was all over when the door closed. After all, she hadn't done this to be rewarded, they had already shown their gratitude, and above all, even if she knew their first names, she had no way of contacting them, neither number nor address.

She forgot that Ellaria had used her phone to contact Oberyn, and that they knew her address.

First there were the flowers. Gifts. Then the calls, every day, to hear her voice, to know how she was, to whisper compliments, in addition to all the things they wanted to do to her.

When they came back to invite her to dinner, they were very clear. Y/N could say no. They wouldn't force her, even if they had only thought about her since they met and the moment she was in their bed would be one of the most wonderful of their lives.

"I have some questions."

“No, little sun.” Ellaria said kindly. “Don’t ask, believe me.”

Not knowing what they were doing, why someone had attacked the woman, how they had so much money, all these mysteries could have convinced Y/N to refuse their proposal, but as soon as Oberyn purred her name and Ellaria placed a hand on her, she was suddenly unable to think.

As they said, the night spent in their bed was incredible. Y/N thought at first that she would be the only one, but a week passed, several months, and they stayed together.

Yet she still didn't know what they were doing, even though it was obvious that it was dangerous and illegal. There were several strange calls, late appointments, yelling at employees who had done their jobs poorly.

There were also the other lovers.

Y/N didn't really know what to think the first time she discovered Oberyn and Ellaria in the middle of an orgy. It wasn't really a surprise, it was the sort of thing the couple seemed perfectly capable of doing. They hadn't hidden from her that they liked it. What hurt her was that they hadn't invited her.

“You’re not seeing things right.” sighed Ellaria, taking her in her arms.

“I don’t see anything, since you don’t tell me anything.”

"We can't, for your sake. But regarding our love, never doubt it. Know one thing, you are the only one we will never share with anyone, ever."

"Why ?"

"Why ?" Oberyn wondered, joining them under the sheets. "Because you are ours. Our angel, our sun, our princess. No one will touch you unless that's really what you want."

Jealousy was a new concept for the couple, who shared everything, with each other and with others. They didn't want to share their Y/N. Like they said, they would let her have lovers if she wanted, but it would break their hearts. They were even willing to not touch anyone else to make it fair if she asked them to.

Y/N didn’t ask them. She loved this feeling of being special. But she still wondered what exactly they were doing.

After a year, she had some semblance of an answer, because despite their best efforts, some began to understand how special she was to the couple, and while it was a unique feeling, it was also a weakness in this business.

Those who had attacked Ellaria to reach Oberyn Martell therefore thought it was smart to attack Y/N.

Very bad idea. Because if the woman was very important to the one called the prince of Dorne, the Red Viper, and touching her was the announcement of certain death, touching his solar angel was tantamount to asking for a slow and painful one.

While tied to a chair, blindfolded and crying while trying not to think about the blood coming from her wounds, Y/N heard things about the couple. What they were doing. The Martell family, controlled by the eldest brother, Doran. What they sold, bought, the people they controlled, who they killed.

Everything the youngest brother had done when he was only fifteen, messing around with alcohol, drugs, men and women, not respecting the rules.

“If anyone here doesn’t follow the rules, it’s you.”

"Asshole, how did you get in ?!"

"Through the door, after taking care of your friends. You touched my little sun, even though she had nothing to do with our business. You should be ashamed, but don't worry, you will pay. Let me cut off his legs, Ellaria, and then he'll be all yours."

"Thank you, my love. But I would prefer that we bring him back and deal with him later. Our angel first."

"Of course, you're right, as always."

Y/N could have been scared seeing Oberyn and Ellaria. After everything she had heard, what she had suffered. The blood on their hands. But they looked so panicked, so nervous, so happy to have her back, that she decided to wait, throwing herself into their arms as soon as she was untied.

They held her close to them all the way home, kissing and rocking her, repeating that she had been very brave, and that they were sorry for not having protected her as they had promised.

“If you want to leave, we’ll understand.” Oberyn murmured without being able to look at her, looking serious and sad. "I would have liked you to never experience this, that you only had beautiful things in your life. That's what we wanted to offer you, Ellaria and I. But if you don't love us anymore after this night, you can leave. You won't have to worry about anything, you will have money, and no one will ever hurt you again."

"I… I don't want to leave. I don't even know if I want to know who these people were. I've heard enough, I think. Horrible things. But I know you and you're not horrible."

“We can be very dangerous.” sighed Ellaria. "Cruel. Merciless. But not to you, never to you. Tell us you know that."

"I know that. I love you."

"My sun.. My sweet angel." purred the Red Viper, devouring her lips, while Ellaria took her neck.

Y/N never fully knew what the couple was up to, and she didn’t care. She knew Oberyn and Ellaria, they loved each other, and even though everything wasn't normal, it was perfect.

#game of thrones #oberyn martell #oberyn martel x reader #ellaria sand #oberyn x ellaria #oberyn martell x ellaria sand x reader

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studentinpursuitofclouds · 1 year

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Apparently my brain keeps coming up with cursed things so, SDV townies or SVE/RSV really reacting to farmer calling them babygirl???

And now I am starting to imagine all of them in THAT babygirl pose I'm so sorry if it's stuck in your brain too

Omg babygirl everywhere. This is gonna be one of the most cursed headcanons I've ever write (or not? depends on what people say)

By the way, I found myself in such a situation that I do not fully know the term "babygirl". That is, I knew that women were usually affectionately called that from English, and babygirl as a meme on Twitter and Tumblr referred only to men (I'm not kidding, I was looking for the meaning of babygirl and this is what Google gave me):

"Submissive and breedable", huh.

Sorry anon, but with mods you get a lot of NPCs, so I'll write about some SDVs and SVE/RSVs. I hope you still like it. Enjoy!

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Despite the fact that he blushed a little, Alex believes that he is not just a babygirl, but the best babygirl. Look at his muscles, look at those biceps, he's just made for the perfect babygirl pose! Seriously, he praises it like he won a gridball championship.

Depending on the mood, Magnus will either give the Farmer a suspicious look and inquire about their mental health, or simply teleport them away from his tower. In any case, the wizard has too much to do to waste time on nonsense.

Immediately to the clinic! No, Harvey doesn't want to listen to any protests! Get on the bed right now, and he will bring all the necessary medicines. The Farmer does have sunstroke or a high fever if they're delusional and call Harvey "babygirl". Maru, we have an emergency!

"Perhaps there are new ways of courting among young people in the world, or maybe it was an unusual way to insult my person," Lance thought, not understanding exactly how he should react to this word addressed to him from his farmer friend.

Wh-what? No, Victor is not a babygirl! Yes, he knows what that means, but refuses to believe it. But still at home, in front of the mirror, he stood in one of the babygirl poses from social networks... And blushed because he really looks cute, he is a perfect babygirl. Victor prays that his mom doesn't catch him in this position...

Morris is in a small stupor, trying to understand if they just insulted him or said a compliment. Hm, maybe he'll rethink about that "babygirl" as the new slogan for Joja cola, since the word is so popular with young people!

Please, Farmer, don't. Gus doesn't know the meaning of the word and doesn't want to know. It also worries visitors to the Saloon. They are his friend, but there must be limits to what is permitted!

Well, all people have their quirks. And as long as it's not an insulting and vulgar word to anyone, Gunther doesn't mind. Well, he hopes it's not an insult or vulgarity.

It's because Elliott's long hair makes him look like a girl? Does this word have another meaning as well? Ah, compliment? Why, thank you kindly, Farmer. He's a little confused, but flattered anyway.

Poor Shane will choke on his beer when he hears this word from the Farmer. Now all people in the Saloon is looking at both of them. He just wanted a drink in peace, why....

...Farmer, you know that Kent is married, right?... No, he does NOT want to know the meaning of this word, he already has a headache after Sam's talk about Fortnite and TikTok trending. Give this poor man break.

Yes, he is a baby girl, baby baby baby girl. He is a small child. Come on, insult him again, why not! He's a fucking joke for young assholes like Farmer apparently! (Andy took this word too seriously, like the phrase "confuse your enemy by yelling at them")

Ahh, thanks Farmer. Yes, Sam has seen on social media that some characters in babygirl poses look quite cursed, but he is pleased that the Farmer called him cute, albeit with that word. Hey, take a picture of Sam, he wants send this pic to Sebastian and Abigail and laugh about it!

Still, Jio's instinct didn't let him down. Despite the friendship with the Farmer, the victory over Gabriela's corruption and all other merits, the Farmer is still an idiot. How else to explain the word that they said to the ninja elf?

Erm, thanks? Poor June, he had strange admirers before, but at least the Farmer with "babygirl" turned out to be harmless to him. Right? Isn't that an insult?

It looks like the young adventurer hit their head in the mine a lot harder than Marlon thought. No matter how the Farmer resists, no matter how the old bones of the one-eyed adventurer hurt from the heavy and kicking burden, Marlon is determined to take the Farmer to the clinic for an examination. No, he doesn't know anything about their "Tweeters and smartphones", he'll get them to Dr. Harvey right now.

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scintillyyy · 1 year

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"Dickie," Mr. Haly says as they shake hands, "I don't know--you've saved us again. I don't know how we'll ever repay you." Dick shakes his head.

"You're family," he says emphatically. Maybe his only family right now. And isn't that his own fault? He's the one who's pushing everyone else away right now, can't even bear to be around them. Not when they're so worried and keep trying to get him to talk about Bruce and how he feels about everything with Bruce right now. He just can't, not after Bruce--not after his confrontation with Bruce in the Batcave. And everything Bruce said. And everything Bruce didn't say. And everything he refused to say. A sharp pang rises in his chest as he forcefully puts any stray thoughts of Bruce out of his mind. "I can't just sit and watch you guys fall apart when I know I can help," he finishes. Back to the matter on hand. That's a much easier topic to deal with right now.

"Well, I'll have the papers drawn up and sent over to your lawyers."

As if Dick can afford a lawyer right now, not after promising the vast majority of his funds to the circus. Not that he can tell Mr. Haly that. "Don't be silly," he says instead, forcing out a laugh, "I'll take care of it myself."

The kid is thankfully still waiting outside by his bike when Dick leaves the trailer. He's looking down at the ground and digging his toe into the dirt, clearly bored with waiting. He looks up and his face brightens when he sees Dick, though it falls a little when Dick doesn't smile back.

"Okay," Dick says gruffly, "I think we need to clear a few things up. Who are you and what are you doing here?" Why are you bothering me, specifically? How do you even know me?

The kid's mouth opens before he snaps it shut. There's something calculating in his eyes, something a little desperate. It puts Dick a little on edge.

"Um, I, um," he stammers out. For a kid who had so much to say earlier, he suddenly can't seem to put a sentence together. Dick can feel his irritation rise. It must show on his face because the kid gulps, "This was probably a dumb idea. I shouldn't have come. But I didn't know what else to do, there's just something weird going on with my parent's company and I thought maybe you could help-"

His parent's company? What on earth does Dick have to do anything with this nonsense? For god's sake, what is going on? Maybe he should have asked Mr. Haly if he had any Tylenol. "Kid," he says, frustration bleeding through, "I don't know who you think I am, but I can promise you, I don't know anything about any companies. You might want to call the police."

"No, that's just it," the kid says, "I can't trust the police. I think they're in on it. I think I might get arrested soon. I need--I think I need Nightwing's help."

Well. That complicates things.

#my bad idea train running at full speed ahead #extremely rough drafts #i only started this because i got a good chunk of janet fic done last night #this will only ever turn into a one shot that says eff the timeline and mashes together alpod + tim's parents deaths #so they can connect again <3 #dick and tim #this will never turn into a full retelling of canon im too busy with that already with janet

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yanderes-galore · 1 year

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I'm sorry if it seem very specific.

Romantic yandere bob 26 + 22 prompts

26)Aww, I love it when you struggle, it makes killing them less boring + 22)Are you enjoying your meal? I thought it would be harder to obtain the meat but your little friend didn't put up much of a fight

Prompt set from here https://at.tumblr.com/yanderes-galore/700551429444763648/8kphhwofbh8v

Sure! I should write more for Spooky Month ^^ Also, picking prompts is not being too specific, no worries. The rule is there for over the top Darling descriptions or plots :)

Pre-Demon Bob for plot purposes.

Prompts Found Here!

Yandere! Bob Velseb Prompts 26 + 22

"Aww, I love it when they struggle, it makes killing them less boring."

"Are you enjoying your meal? I thought it would be harder to obtain the meat but your little friend didn't put up much of a fight."

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Murder, Sadism, Cannibalism, Jealousy, Possessive behavior, Eating/Feeding kink, Drool, Kidnapping, Vomit, Forced relationship.

To Bob, it's important to keep up a facade. No one needs to suspect the butcher at Boys and Grills of anything disturbing. He's just a friendly face here to serve you the best food around.

That's how Bob wanted you to see him as. Just a kind man who loves to talk to you and be seen as your friend. Hopefully, at some point, something closer than that too.

Bob doesn't want you to see the nastier behavior of his yet. You don't need to see the obsessive crush he has for you... or know the origin of the blood staining his clothes.

It's animal blood, he swears it!

You have no clue about the cult he's part of. You don't suspect his favorite meal being human flesh. You just see him as a normal guy.

Although, he isn't sure how long that will last.

"Aww, I love it when they struggle, it makes killing them less boring."

Jealousy rages within him just as much as his hunger. When you came into his life and tempted the starving beast... it's become uncontrollable when you aren't around. Your delicious little friends don't seem to help.

His knife cuts into their flesh with the intention of making your foul friend something more fitting. To Bob, they are merely meat that needs to know its place. Seeing you mingling with them...

It tempts him.

Like starving dogs, hunger and jealousy drool and growl when he sees you with your friend. They anger him. He wants to be the only one you're so close to.

Call him childish to be jealous over you having friends...

He only sees them as food.

Once the struggling is over, Bob frowns. Now it was back to being boring. It was funny to think they could overpower him.

Certainly not with a knife in their side.

Bob tried not to drool too much on the meat as he prepared it. He couldn't help it when he thought of you eating it.... This meal could only be the best for someone like you.

It's a better use for your friend, too. At least they proved themself useful. Good riddance.

Each cut was made with precision. The sound of meat gliding against his knife was pure music to his ears. Once he puts everything in the grinder, it would be ready tonight.

Bob had pulled you aside earlier today to have dinner with him. Just who would you be to refuse a meal from your friend, who's a chef? Of course you said you'd come!

It took him everything to restrain the urge to scoop you into his arms earlier. Not yet, he needs to wait. You had to at least eat first!

Carefully, Bob cleans up after himself and prepares for dinner. The meat is neatly packaged and ready to be cooked. The rest is discarded while he washes himself of any blood.

All with a professionalism that implies he's done this before.

It's then he closes up shop and heads for your home, a place you luckily gave the address for.

Even if he already knows it.

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"Thanks for coming over, Bob! You know it's my house, right? You don't have to cook...."

"Nonsense, dear! I feel I should treat you to something special tonight."

"Oh? What's the special occasion?"

"Nothing, really. Just... felt I should be a good friend, y'know?"

"Aww... you're so sweet!"

Tonight was going well. Bob wanted to have dinner with you and suggested going to your house to do it. According to him, his house was too messy.

Despite using your house, he wanted to cook for you. You found it odd but let him. He brought his own meat and everything.

"Made it fresh for tonight, just for you."

It seemed like such a nice gesture. It's just... his tone seemed strange to you. He looked so eager to cook for you.

You weren't going to question him on it, though. There was no need.

"Just try not to burn yourself, okay?"

You playfully warn him, sitting on the couch to wait. You never saw the stare he gave you before getting to work. You didn't even hear the mischievous chuckle he let out before pulling out the meat.

Time passed and you could tell he was making his specialty, burgers. Your stomach growls at the smell but you stay patient. Can't rush perfection.

You try to be invested in the TV you're watching, flicking by the news channel curiously-

Was that a missing person report-?

"Dinner's served, (Y/N)!"

You shut the TV off and meet Bob at the table. One of his amazing burgers sat on a plate in front of you, an all too eager Bob watching you curiously. It smelled amazing.

"Looks great!"

"Well, go on... taste it. I'm sure it's to your liking?"

You sit down and hold the burger. Hungrily, you take a bite. Bob looks at you in a... strange gaze.

It tastes good... but what is this flavour?

Trying to decipher the taste, you eat more of the burger. It's not quite beef... yet you can't tell. You take some time to enjoy it despite the odd taste.

It isn't all that bad.

Bob watches you with half-lidded eyes. You're so cute.... You're none the wiser to what he's done...

Until now, at least.

"Are you enjoying your meal? I thought it would be harder to obtain the meat... but your little friend didn't put up much of a fight."

You pause at his wording, swallowing thickly. You then give a nervous yet confused smile. Was he okay?

"Sorry, Bob... I didn't quite get the joke?"

"What's there to joke about, sweetheart?"

"... what did you mean by 'little friend'...?"

Bob then gives you the widest and creepiest smile. He looked like a psychopath to you. Something was wrong....

"Bob...?"

"You have no idea how jealous they made me, dear...."

You drop the food back on the plate, backing your chair up.

"Who...?"

"Your friend. They acted like you two were so close. I couldn't have that, could I? Don't worry, I'm sure they were to your... taste."

You look down slowly to the food... soon feeling ill. There's no way.... Bob wouldn't do such a thing, would he?

"Stop it... this isn't-"

"They taste good, don't they? I thought so. Trust me, sweetie, this was a better use for them."

Suddenly, bile shoots up your throat and on the table. You're shaking, even more so when Bob stands up and stalks towards you. You're so much smaller compared to him.

When did he get so intimidating?

"I see. So they were just as foul as they were in life, huh?"

"You're SICK!"

You yell, convulsing due to holding back a gag. Bob only chuckles at the irony of the situation before rubbing your back. He was trying to be comforting after feeding you your own friend.

"Now, now... you had to know at some point. Surprised you believed all my lies for so long. I hide the taste well, don't I?"

Another round of vomit leaves you, incapacitating you to the floor. Bob sighs softly, pulling your back into his chest. You could barely struggle.

"Don't act like I'll hurt you, sweetheart! I'd never... I just prefer not to share, that's all."

"Get away-"

"Nah. I think I prefer you right here...."

"What do you plan to do with me!?"

"Keep you, what else? You're just too sweet to give up!"

Bob laughs at your fear before slinging you over his shoulder. You wiggle in his grip but your stomach still makes you weak. The guilt shaking your body wasn't helping, either.

You ate your friend, are you just supposed to be okay with that?

"I've just been waiting for when I could get you all to myself. You've been making me feel so hungry, dear."

He grins, walking you out the door with you in his arms. His eyes bore into you with a predatory gaze. You couldn't even ignore the drool running down his face.

"I don't mean for food, either..."

He presses you closer, heading for his home in the darkness of the night. He holds you like he's scared to lose you. It's desperate, you notice.

"I have a craving for you, (Y/N). One stronger than anything else. That's why... I think I'll never let you go."

That's the last time you had your freedom and life without Bob.

#yandere spooky month #yandere bob velseb

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another-heroine · 10 months

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Taintless

A/N: here I am with another piece about mooties' ocs. And this time is a silver dragon and their spouse-to-be archlich mentor, both creations of @arrow90-art

As I said on the last post, the prompt of the week on the pals server was Rebel x Royalty, and I think it's very rebellious fight against the voices inside your head.

(Cursed or depressed? Probably both)

Anyway, thanks again for trusting your children to me, Arrow. Now I want that Ekaterina and Rimerock to be friends.

TW: self harming

He could feel it coming, lurking, lingering, and its cacophonic whispers breathing nonsense inside his head. Rimerock was almost asleep when he was caught, that time. He woke up abruptly, feeling his heart pounding against its bone cage.

Not again.

He needed to do something, anything, but what? Outside the cave, the night was starless and a crispy wind was slashing against any living creatures. He sighed, frustrated; the dragon was craving so long for a dreamless slumber, but that uneasiness would never leave him alone. He should have accepted that fact already, but refused to surrender as usual. He wasn’t taught that.

Rimerock pulled the sleeves and glanced at his arms in the dim light. Indeed, the taint was spreading more. Like a plague, a dark wave seizing everything in its way. And he had no idea how much time he still had. Every new dawn was a blessing with its rosy hues and thin clouds. How he missed opening his wings among them and feeling the gentle embrace of the wind since that began. But he was so…

Filth. Broken. Useless. Stupid lizard, why don't you give up already?

Rimerock shook his head and left the cave, holding his cape tight. He wouldn’t give ears to the curse.

He went down to the nearest clearing. The local creatures hissed and ran, leaving him alone. He could say that he didn’t mind, after all his presence became repulsive a long time ago, right after he was tainted. But he would be lying if saying that he didn’t feel lonely. Almost nobody wanted to talk to him or be close to him. It was tiring.

Wherever you stray, a trail of death and suffering is left behind. Your resistance is pointless, embrace who you really are…

The dragon sat and leaned his head on his hands. He needed to concentrate. The cold was a way to keep him in the present time and turn him deaf to the provocations.

If you were stronger, they would be still alive…

Shut up.

If you were not that pathetic…

Shut. Up.

They would be ashamed of—

“ENOUGH!”

His roaring echoed from the cleaning, and made birds fly away, scared. Rimerock felt his claws sinking in the ground. He snarled with gritted teeth, trying to recompose; that always happened when he was already on the madness' cusp. But instead of retract them, he sunk his claws even deeper, attempting to change the course of the mental torrent with pain and his own blood.

How many more nights he would have no peace?

Rimerock was so drunk in his misery that couldn't distinguish who was approaching him right there. He shouted, "Whoever is there, back off!"

I don't want to hurt anyone again…

The stranger ignored, and the dragon heard a familiar voice, "Well, well, you called and I came, old friend. I couldn't ignore you".

Rimerock lifted his head, surprised. Seeing Larksharius' face was like seeing the sun after a long time in the darkness. He stuttered, “Lark...”

The archlich nodded. They got closer and crouched next to the dragon . “Don't worry, I'm not here to judge you.”

Fool… They want to use you...

Rimerock grimaced, annoyed by the voices being half right.

“Oh, of course not." The dragon narrowed his eyes. "But probably you came with other suggestions…”

It was difficult to find out Larksharius' true intentions since he was often expressionless. But due their long bond through eons, and also for Rimerock's draconic senses, he could notice worrying in the archlich's words, “You are dying slowly. And worse; it's not a simple death. Firstly you will lose who you are, then your body. But there is a way—”

“I can't!”

Rimerock felt the urge to bare his fangs, but even with them so close to each other, it didn't seem to scare Larksharius. The dragon cringed, ashamed. “I'm sorry, Lark, but I can't accept it.”

He unburied one of his hands of the dirt and took a good look. It was covered with dry blood and earth.

"I'm dying, that's true. But at least I'm still on my feet. The voices can only be there while I am as well."

To his surprise, he heard Larksharius chuckling. He stared at the wizard, who stood up and stated, “Sometimes, endurance is either a rebel and a noble act. And you do both very well, Ri.”

Rimerock shrugged. What a polite way to call him stubborn.

Larksharius reached out their hand. "But as I said, I heard you calling through dimensions and came to help the best I can. What do you need?"

Rimerock mused, looking at the hand before him. Overwhelmed by the taint, the creature gave in, taking it.

"Let's get out of the cold."

#mooties' ocs #pwotr pals

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wyvernquill · 1 year

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The mental imagine of the other Anastasia endless gathering together for the first time after the overthrowment. Seeing the damage, the new despair, and the moment of comfort in the pain when they all come together…..and the cold realization that of the empty space within them. What were their reactions, when, for their one of their own was beyond their reach?

Thank you for the ask! I'm not going to write this one out fully, I don't think, since the core of the story will be mostly the POVs of Hob, Dream, and Gilbert - so here's a little summary of what the Endless are dealing with at the time!

(Masterpost for the AU is here - and tagging @10moonymhrivertam, @martybaker and @globglobglobglobob!)

At first, the Endless all hope Destiny can provide them with some guidance, but there are only scraps and single pages of his book left, and he seems disorientated, almost helpless, without it.

Even though Death is only the second-oldest, she more or less takes on a head-of-the-family position (in part because Destiny really isn't up to the task at the moment, though the two often sit together and try to piece something together from the scraps of his book). She's the one to call them all together, and tries her best to ensure they don't lose hope/are safe from further attacks.

Desire is absolutely distraught. In this AU, they didn't have a hand in Dream's fishbowling and weren't vortex-plotting, so this came completely out of the blue for them. They might've contemplated a bit of scheming here and there in the past but - they never would've wanted anything like this, and the loss of their realm and powers is hitting them hard. (Though not as hard as the loss of their twin's past aspect, of course...) I did give them a family in Unity as their consort and Rose and Jed as their children, because I thought it would be sweet, so that's something that is keeping them at least a little more stable.

Despair's new form... struggles. Everyone fusses over her, even though, in this situation, she's probably doing better than the rest of them - they're all terribly close to despairing, after all, and though she has the memories of her past self, she has never really known any other state of affairs... Still, an Endless being "reborn" this way isn't an easy process even under the best of circumstances, and hers were the very worst.

Delight was driven to become Delirium by the whole affair (you can tell I'm focusing everything bad that happened to the Endless ever onto this one point in time) and is being fussed over just as much as Despair. Her grasp on reality is tenuous at best, and it frustrates her siblings at times - but just as often it gives them some solace when Delirium talks about something silly and nonsensical, or creates something colourful just because she can.

And then, there's the two missing brothers, of course.

Destruction ran away. He's still in existence and not trapped by humans, they know that much, but he refuses to meet up with the rest of them again. (In part because he blames himself for the destruction wrought upon his siblings, and believes they would be better off without him.) They miss him, but have accepted his choice.

Dream, however... they worry about Dream, and feel his absence keenly. They have no word of him, nothing but rumours and stories among the humans, about one of the Endless bound and turned human, and finally killed in that form. They're horrified by the thought of such a thing happening to one of their own, and only moreso that it could've happened to Dream. Many creatures of the destroyed Dreaming have attempted to contact the Endless for help, for any word of their lord... but there's nothing. With their limited powers, with the danger humanity still poses, the Endless can't very well search for Dream - hence why Death has offered the reward of immortality for his safe return. It's the one thing she could think of doing, and it's half to maintain some sense of hope among her siblings (and for herself), to keep the possibility of Dream still being out there alive...

The first time they all sit together Afterwards is especially horrible. Destiny barely a shade of himself, a new Despair, Delirium in the place of Delight - and two empty seats. "Destruction... isn't coming," Death then says, in answer to an unspoken question among them. "Has anyone heard from Dream?" Silence. Endless eyes glancing back and forth among each other, unease only increasing as nobody is speaking. A realisation dawning, in that silence. The sudden quiet understanding that they've lost even more than previously thought...

(Little bonus info I've already put into a snippet I'm working on: the Endless siblings have also been changed by the loss of their powers in some subtle ways, have become a little human-like in some minor aspects. Some need to eat, others need to thermoregulate, or to sleep. It's distressing, the keen awareness of how low they have been brought, even as they are all relatively certain they will regain their usual powers/realms/domains/abilities eventually. They are Endless, after all. Humanity might have torn them down for now, but they have all the time in the world to recover... Hence why the thought of Dream actually being dead and destroyed entirely frightens them a great deal. The thought that this is something that will remain an empty space among them, something that can never return even remotely to how things once were...)

#WyAnswers #WyWrites #anastasia dreamling au #the sandman #sandman comic spoilers #(not really but close enough to tag it to be sure)#poor Endless siblings they're really going through it #and they can hardly even concentrate on coming to terms with their own struggles and suffering #because there's always someone else to worry about too #a sibling that needs looking after #but at least they have each other #or... most of each other.......

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spikybanana · 1 year

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snippet sunday

@heartofspells thank you so much for tagging me!! :)) let's call it a thing, it's such a lovely idea

I'll leave this open tag, anyone who wanna share something from the past present or future works please do hop on! (and tag me back if you want)

sooo it's about exactly 2 months since I got brain worms about this time travel idea, and I'm still looking for a way to explain it that doesn't sound entirely nonsensical or silly. here's attempt... number seven?? I do really really want to know if any of this makes sense & would love any feedback (if you want)!

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Now that they were past anger's ebbing away, past apologies, Sirius felt the exhaustion of a sleepless night wash over him. Here on the grassy hilltop, he and Remus sat side by side, separated by the space of an unfinished explanation. Below them, the river flowed on quietly, threading like a blue ribbon through the woody valley and Remus' village which sat still, timeless as ever. To this world, London was as remote as the furthest stars.

"So. London." Sirius began, watching Remus in his peripheral vision. "I remember it. I remember the battle. But the next thing I knew, I was here."

Remus nodded. "You fell through a portal. It wasn't supposed to be there."

"They needed me, Remus." Sirius tried and failed to keep bitterness out of his voice. Every day he'd spent here, waiting for his memory to return, was a day he could have spent fighting the war. Who knew how close they were to losing, now?

Remus sighed. Some part of Sirius resented how Remus refused to ever raise his voice. "And you can get back." He said.

"To exactly when I left?"

"Time travel is possible."

"Right." Sirius snorted, unconvinced. "I thought there was the Barrier, whatever you called it, that's stopping anyone from getting in and out of London?"

"Here you are, aren't you?" Remus shot a glance at him, "It's strange, how time is tangled between London and here. Sometimes you get to jump around, across and backwards."

Sirius turned slightly to regard Remus. He was hugging his knees to his chest. And suddenly, he seemed so small, just a boy telling on the universe's secrets.

"I'm sorry I hadn't told you sooner, but you never needed to worry, Sirius. You'll get to go back. Portals are... manmade things, and at the right point in time, we could find your way back to exactly when you need."

Remus turned to him then, as well. Sirius watched him, the way his figure was framed by a soft sky, the way his eyes glowed with the golden-green-brown spilled over from this world. It was the furthest thing from a call to battle.

"And how do you know all this?"

Remus stilled, looked away thoughtfully for a moment, lower lip pulled between his teeth.

"It's because I've done all that myself." He said finally. "I came from the future, Sirius. I came from London in the future."

Sirius' mouth fell open, uncomprehending.

"You weren't the only one who fell through a portal that night, Sirius." Remus added. "You ask how I know this. You were the one who told me all this. You're the one that helped me get back here myself."

"What do you mean?" Sirius' brows furrowed, "I've— not even met you before I got stuck here!"

"No, no you're right. You've not done it yet. But you will, when you get back to London."

Sirius shifted, his head was beginning to spin. "I— What?" He wanted to scowl at the way Remus' lips quirked with amusement.

"That's right. You're going to meet me there, in London. In my past— in your future." Tentatively, Remus reached out a hand across the small gap between them, "Just like the way I came back in time to meet you."

Maybe there was a ringing in Sirius' head. Maybe it was only the wind whistling.

"So... you travelled all the way through time." Sirius said slowly, "to come find me?"

"It's nothing less than precisely what you do for me."

"Future man." Sirius let out a frustrated huff. Perhaps all this would sound less outrageous with time. "Maybe you ought to be more... I don't know, mysterious. Prophetic. For someone from the future."

"Am I not mysterious to you?"

Sirius shrugged. "Feels like I've known you all my life."

Remus grinned then, a true smile blooming across his face. "You know. I have known you all my life."

Sirius looked back at him, confounded all over again. He was way too tired to work out all the strange rules of asymmetries of their weird tangles in time. You've known me, but I don't remember you.

"Am I supposed to remember?" He asked, in any case.

"No. Not at all."

Remus' smile, Sirius decided, was mysterious then indeed.

#once upon a green haze #my writing #wip #um #yea #idk #let me know #wolfstar #wolfstar fanfiction #sci fi au #time travel #etc etc #remus lupin #sirius black #i may or may not be reworking quite a bit of it

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therealityhelix · 9 months

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Shards of the Nexus: The Best is Yet to Come

Here, this might help explain something.

Takes place a year and a half before Seeker and Seer.

Song: Bad Moon Rising-CCR

@cardwrecks @captainbaddecisions

Detective was glancing at the doorway again.

The entire group had gathered to discuss a few things, not the least of which was the addition of the youngest of their number, dubbed 'Nash', for simplicity's sake. They'd decided that they couldn't justifiably turn the boy away, or make him wait; this was supposed to be a family, not a club, one didn't have to be 'this tall' to be a Riddler. Besides, someone so young needed guidance, support, companionship. He wouldn't be safe on his own.

They hadn't managed to convince him to leave home. It wasn't good for him there, and Detective had offered, Narci had offered, but Nash refused. Now Narci hovered close by and the two spoke animatedly with each other, while Detective stared at an empty door.

By Puzzles' thinking, it was good that they were getting along. Narci and Nash were closer to each other in age than they were any of the rest of them, and having a younger brother figure might help Narci not be be such an annoying brat.

It would also help to keep him from bothering Puzzles all the time, since, while he wasn't an old man like the others, was still solidly an adult. Twenty-three might not be anything venerable, but it was not a child, so when he asked the Detective “Are you seeing things again?” it wasn't meant to be rude, so much as a reminder that he should be kept in the loop.

Detective sighed.

“Do not worry about it.”

“No, no. Tell me about it.”

It was as much a challenge as an invitation to explain. One of the greater troubles Puzzles had with understanding the Detective was that they claimed to have visions, minor prophetic powers. Ludicrous obviously, complete, crunchy hippie, new age nonsense. Yet, the Detective also didn't lie. It was a quirk a few of them shared. So when Detective said they saw the future, they were telling the truth, even though that was impossible. Something else had to be going on.

Detective sighed again, this time in light frustration.

“Someone comes through that doorway.”

“What, now?”

“Obviously not.”

“So, sometime then. In the future. Is that all?”

“Yes. I just...don't get much of anything more than that. No details. It's like when your brain recognizes movement before it recognizes anything else. I see the movement, but nothing else.”

“You sure it's not just one of Swags...'employees'?”

“Watch your mouth.” Swag said, having slipped up to refill Detective's wine. He had a glass of his own in the other hand. “They ain't mine, I just rent out the spaces so they can have a safe place to work.”

“Work.” Puzzles scoffed.

“I will throw you out on your green ass, don't think I won't.”

“Peace.” Detective pleaded.

“From your mouth, to his ears.” Swag said, moving on to check on the others.

“You do not need to be rude about those women, you know.” Detective scolded. “They provide a service that is clearly in high demand. In any case, no. Whoever this is, is not inside the party room. They aren't in the club at all. But they come through that doorway, and it is important.”

“What good is this so-called ability if you can't get any actual information from it?”

“Well, it led me down every street necessary to meet all of you~” Detective pointed out.

“But never told you when you might be in danger? Like I said, not very useful.”

“Such a stubborn thing you are. Why do you ask me these things if you've already made up your mind about it?”

“I guess...” Puzzles thought about it. “I wonder if there aren't...health issues, perhaps?”

“Puzzles, I am only in my forties. I know that seems positively ancient to you youngsters-”

“I am not a child.” Puzzles reminded.

“And I didn't say that, now did I? But I'm not falling into dementia just yet. In fact, these visions only came about after I was cured of all my ills.”

“What do you mean?”

Detective sipped their wine, staring into the mirrored wall behind the bar.

“Before I met you, any of you, I was...ill. A tumor in my brain. Inoperable, they said.”

Puzzles winced. A nightmare. The silent, secret fear they all shared.

“I didn't accept it. I searched everywhere for a doctor who could help me, but got the same answer every time. So I turned to less...legitimate avenues. Doctor Fries is not a doctor of medicine, but he does have some experience with it. Also, he was at least willing to try, as long as he could use whatever he learned from the experience to help his wife. Unfortunately, he failed, and I died.”

“I'm sorry, what?”

“The tumor truly was inoperable, it turns out, even with the doctors cryogenic prowess. He was, however, able to keep me 'fresh' long enough to get me to a special place. Do you know of the secret of the Demon's Head?”

“The Lazarus Pit. Yes, I know of it. I hear it can cure anything, including death. It sounds like nonsense, but you're about to tell me otherwise, aren't you?”

“Do not use it unless your need is at least that dire.” Detective warned. “There are side effects.”

It could cost one their mind, Puzzles had heard. That was the last thing he wanted to lose. He would much rather simply die than allow anything to happen to his precious brain. It was the only thing he actually had going for him.

“When I came out, I was alive, yes.” Detective continued. “But I was incoherent. Nothing made any sense. I saw everything, and it was too much to handle. Worlds upon worlds, upon worlds, billions of faces, billions of voices, all at once. It was incapacitating. Honestly, I'm glad it has subsided into this weakened form. But ever since then, I knew. I knew there were other worlds, other versions of me. And I knew I had to find you, because something is coming.”

Puzzles' heart chilled.

“Do you know anything else about that? Or is it just another impression?”

Detective frowned.

“It's frustrating, but no. I know there is danger. To all of us. But I don't know what, or how to avoid it, or if it can even be avoided. I keep trying to look for more information, but those visions are very fickle. So you see, I can only use them to supplement the here and now, because they aren't solid enough to plan around. Sometimes, they only happen a few moments before an event comes to pass.”

“Like with Nash?” Puzzles asked.

“Like with Nash, yes. Like with all of you. I only knew which streets to walk down a short time before meeting you, but I knew I needed to be looking. It was like that with each one of you. Except...”

“Mhm?” Puzzles was interested now, despite himself.

“From the first time I opened my eyes after coming out of the pit, all the way up until now, at the edge of every vision, there has been...someone. Something? I do not know who or what they are, or what they want, or if they are even aware that I can see them. Always out on the horizon, very far away, just barely visible. I can't make out any details, just that something is out there, and it is important. For years it's been this way. It's almost comforting to know that I'm not alone, but recently I realized...It's been coming closer.”

Puzzles shivered.

“Okay, I think that's enough of that.” he said. Detective shrugged, shaking their head.

“Death changes a person.” they said. “Please try harder to avoid it, if you can.”

“I...really hate that you said that.”

Detective shrugged again, then took their wine and found a seat with the others, leaving Puzzles to stare into the mirror, struggling between logic and superstition.

#shards of the nexus #puzzles!riddler #detective!riddler

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randomnameless · 1 year

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And it was a disappointment :(

Idk how to call this ending, a golden route or a fanservice ending?

The way the game rushed to "we must erase hyzante" was hilariously bad, even if Serenor's reflexion time was kind of funny.

"We will ask Gustadolf to give us the giant cannon to destroy the goddess's shield"

Ask Gustadolf?? Seriously? Even if Svarog was here to back up Serenor's position, was he really thinking it was possible to get a deal with the man known as an oathbreaker, without rekting him??

"But Roland might not agree"

No way Jan, Gustadolf killed his father, brother, raped his sister and slaughtered the people he swore to protect, on top of killing his father figure and starting that damn war - if not for Roland having 0 ego and being willing to literally sacrifice himself for the sake of the world, I don't know how that plan could have worked...

Oh wait, it didn't, and Gustadolf refused to lend - omg who could have guessed it - the canon to break hyzante's walls because he wants to rule norzelia. So Roland still had to fight him, Svarog joined and -

It's completely ridiculous how this scene is framed in this path, and in the Roland path. Here, apparently Aefrost loldiers have a moment of self reflection when Sycras does and when they listen to Roland (and imo Svarog!) words about making a better Norzelia and the war being nonsense, and they start to worry about participating in an "illegitimate" war or something -

Like dude, even if it was "legitimate", you still slaughtered civilians, invaded and destroyed a country and its loldiers who were planning a wedding - but now you wonder about your morals???

But when Roland knocks at the door with Hyzante's forces and Serenor, saying the same thing and saying how people will be spared, suddenly Sycras has his very tearful goodbye scene with his fam, soldiers and civilians shout "Aesfrost" and are willing to fight until the end, fueled by Gustadolf's propaganda and even follow Svarog in his delirium when he decides to destroy his own city and citizens under tons of molten lava??

Aesfrost suddenly reconsiders and isn't 2000% supporting their charismatic leader?? At least if it was more played about Svarog and people loyal to him and Dragan instead of randomly popping up Sycras, who also discovers suddenly that lies really bother him to the point of challenging his leader, too bad for Rudolph Sycras's morals weren't coded then, with his supposed death scene and then moving on to random 34 and random 55 being worried about their war based on a lie.

As for Benedict's side... Oh well.

I can't say Ayxame was retconned when the Hyzantese characters never received any spotlight, but Ayxame comes from a seemingly sympathetic (?) character, who also came to understand the rock salt secret and wasn't an asshat to Rozellians and who wanted to change Hyzante, into an egoistic piece of shit, who's ready to let the world burn if it means being the one on top because he's that ambitious.

What a disappointment for what could have been the Svarog-like ally but coming from hyzante.

Instead we have Layla, who was complicit in Idore's schemes because he forced her uwu (this reminds me of something) and she only wanted to see her son again, but feels like she did so much wrong that she doesn't want to live anymore. Wow. What a mess of a cool character, at least from the one we saw in the first chapters, reducing her to "woman go did much wrong because man forced her by threatening her child or something and she feels so remorseful that she wants to die".

Also the game keeps on mentioning her medicine skills and researches and how it could help people - but it is not mentionned that her "study of life" and researches use(d) Rozellians to work. Again, what little earl grey that could have went to hyzante was just, never explored - what if Layla's super medicine needs Rozellian parts (or any human's parts) to function, basically being a sacrifice switch (I'll use the life of that dude to cure another dude?).

Layla and Ayxame were disappointments and Kamsell?

The party never even tried to explain him - like Roland tried to with Gustadolf and the Aefrost loldiers - what they were trying to do, just give the dude a fragment of the salt pillar, just to taste, like they did for Ayxame, his faith would be shaken and maybe Idore would have Enigma'd him ; nah, Kamsell is here to stop a rebellion and to maintain order, and dies without even knowing why the Wolfforts are ruining Hyzante, or even giving him a chance to react and maybe join them. Hyzante bad after all.

(save for Layla, she's a mom, remember?)

Hopefully we have a tidbit of Frederica self reflecting, saying Idore and Hyzante's Goddess lied to the Rozellians, but also to the people of Hyzante themselves (she returns to the characters who empathised and tries to save everyone!) - even if it doesn't work, because Hyzante and the cult of the goddess existed before Idore, so while the guy is your jrpg villain, his nation was already based on shaky foundations - that needed Rozellians to be scapegoats/sacrifices to survive.

And unlike the Aesfrost from Roland's path - Hyzante is in shambles after the destruction of their wall and the revelation that the cult of the goddess was nonsense -

But don't worry, the game said Layla managed to save what could be saved and have the people work together, how? I don't know.

At least Svarog "arresting" and managing to strike a deal with Gustadolf's loyalists (he had sycophants?) felt more reasonable than Layla, but then, everything looks better when it's compared to Hyzante - especially the writing.

Come Idore and the final jrpg fight - poor guy can't know that Serenor resetted, in the ideal pt, 3 times before coming up with this solution - and, well, again, I expected more from the gzlr that really managed to tackle politics like no other, afaik, rpg did.

When Idore mentioned how the people would be happy under a puppet, Roland could have drawn a parallel with what his father was and what Patriatte wanted him to be, or even Benedict because this scenario is the endgame of his route!

But no we get the traditional jrpg dialogue.

The ending is ripe for nonsense, are we supposed everything is well that ends well? Roland wants an unified Norzelia, not through annexion but a slow and continuous process coming from the people...

And yet the fact is that he and Serenor still work together, so the main issue remains, why should people listen to king Roland and not to Serenor?

And big lol at the balance and the "a good leader leads his people to make the best choices" or something they had, Serenor imposes his plan - of course everyone agrees - but by doing so he is the de facto leader of our group... When he's supposed to be Roland's vassal, and Frederica's husband - he's not their lord, so why should he get to decide?

The last dialogue with the Regna bros made me pause a bit, Roland's praise "wow you should be the king because a good king leads his people to a better tomorrow when I would have abandoned this duty" felt a bit too much, and again, I can't help but remember the Benedict ending and ultimately Patriatte's biggest fear - Glenbrook won't be able to remain stable and standing if a vassal becomes more powerful/prestigious than his liege.

But hey, let's not talk about how the continent will be at war again in 10 years, let's end the game with the wedding that was announced in chapter 1!

Tbh this is the only thing I liked from this route lol

#triangle strategy spoilers #ts and fe16 comparisons #Just bcs I mentioned Layla and her treatment #TS #Golden route lol #The 3 stay with you but bar that?#It's the 'let's ignore the 3/4th of the game to have a feel good ending'#I'm not kind to Layla but damn it #It's because I'm too disappointed

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One person in my friend group keeps making fun of how I laugh… that’s why every time he’s there I sometimes refuse myself to laugh… It really kinda hurts when I don’t have a best friend, every person I know have their ‘person’ a friend or boy/girlfriend.. I felt alone, even my family is sometimes rushing me to make friends, especially my mom. I’m really trying my best to adjust myself but its really hard when all the people around me are kinda judgmental, and there was one time where my mom said that “my best wasn’t enough”. I also don’t really have time for myself, me and my family live in one house, me, my sister, my mom, aunt, her husband, their child and my grandma. I don’t have any personal space. I can’t even go out on my own because I don’t know how to commute by myself. I really wanna try and start reading but my mom keeps saying that I shouldn’t buy books because their useless and that in the end I won’t read them and she gets mad at me cause I’m wasting her money… its not really my fault for not having time for myself. I don’t have personal space.. I’m also so busy with school its stressing me out and giving me a headache and tbh even catching up on some animes are getting tired for me…

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I'm sorry you had to go through that;

But here's the thing. Sometimes people make remarks without knowing that they've hurt you. Like your friend for example. And in cases like this, you should tell him that what he said wasn't okay. When someone says something I didn't particularly like or is annoying, I will talk back. Holding back is the biggest mistake you can make when you have something to say to someone and honestly, let them have it. Worry about the consequences later. i've gotten out a fair share of relationships and if your heart isn't into it then it isn't. And finding your own person or having a boyfriend or girlfriend doesn't provide any kind of emotional stability or mental stability, it just provides a distraction. And i'm saying this from experience. Cause I've had people who I've connected with- like really well. We understood each other and it was like us in a nutshell yk? I like blueberry cheesecake and so did he, we both used to like the sea, a lot of common things honestly. But he also turned out to be very toxic and the reason why my self esteem broke, I've come a really long way from there. Making friends is something you have to let happen naturally. It's not something that comes overnight and it's something that has to go both ways along with time and effort that you're willing to put into that person. Parents can say mean things. There are so many times when my mom or dad have said or even my siblings. There were times when they used to make fun of me for not having friends and over a period of time I realized that that it is a way of them reflecting their insecurities on you. I know going away to uni seems to solve the issue, but it's like running away from your problems and not solving it. And now when I go for family reunions, I stir drama at the table. If someone says something I don't like, then I stand up for it. I've lived in a shared house as well and it really isn't the best experience when you can't have your own personal space... but I kept in mind to bear with it until i moved out. Nonsense! Any kind of reading is reading - its used as means of learning or experiencing something new. I know that books can be expensive, that's why I always read them online even if having a copy of it is always better. Honestly, all these experiences always teach you something. Like there were times when my mom called me names and said things that hurt me, but that just gave me lessons on what how I should handle things when I have a child of my own someday. Pushing them the right way is important and sometimes parents forget that learning to let loose and giving in isn't bad. It's okay when you're not upto their mark cause they expect too much and its their problem. Not yours.

Take a break blue. Listen to music and do things that make you happy okay? I know it seems tough, but stay strong. And if things get too much, don't hesitate to speak up. Oliver : Stand up for yourself. If you don't put yourself first, you'll let people ruin things you have going for you. Don't let the adults do that. Don't overwork and stress yourself either Bambi. Take a timeout and relax. You did great at the interview and you got big things coming. Let's get this one, 'kay? Sae : Go my little blue heart. Don't hold back.

#belle.☏#.lost sheep : 💙 anon

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