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crisiscutie · 1 month

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pls more headcanons on yandere father sephiroth

Let see what happens if darling strayed further from her set path than Sephiroth would have preferred... Yandere Musings here.

Content Warning: Slight NSFW. Emotional abuse. Yandere Sephiroth. Confinement. Brainwashing. Unhealthy and unsettling family dynamics. Rebirth spoilers.

You were sent by Sephiroth to conquer this strange, hidden world and merge it with his other dominions.

You got into a fight not long after your arrival. But your enemy talked you down and proposed an alliance to stop your father. You really hated the idea of betraying him, but this is necessary to find out who you really are.

You joined a group of adventurers looking to stop the energy of their world from being drained.

Sephiroth was closely observing your mission, but he was briefly distracted by other multiversal anomalies. Yet once he sensed you slipping away, he wasted no time in trying to reestablish his link to you.

His velvety, fatherly voice resonated in your head. "Sweet girl, have you done what I asked?" He said.

It was extremely difficult, but you've managed to ignore him.. Even with him saying those two special words.

He reached out again, this time his velvety voice being a mixture of a cold demand and a fierce warning. "Darling." Ugh, you could just feel him digging into your mind, scrounging whatever information he could get.

"Go away!" You said, shaking your head. You were able to expel him from your mind this time, but for how long? You already sensed his frown searing into your very soul, even when he's not near you.

Sephiroth's whispers quickly caught up to you and your new group of friends in no time. Despite your attempts to teach your friends about them, panic consumed them, and the whispers mercilessly picked them off, one by one.

Your will to fight vanished completely when one whisper transformed into your beloved father, wearing his traditional, malicious smirk. This smirk, usually reserved for his enemies and other lesser beings, grew wider upon seeing you.

Sephiroth made this massacre last a little longer. It'd help you truly understand the gravity of your defiance.

Tears welled up in your eyes just when he carried out the execution of the last human parasite - that damned boy who dared to steal his place.

You wanted to raise your blade and run it through Sephiroth, but something rooted you to the ground, making you tremble like hell and seem like that hapless, innocent girl that he always treated you as.

He menacingly approached you, blood still dripping from his Masamune. This transgression of yours cannot go unanswered.

He had grabbed your chin, his velvety words dripping with cruel fury as his face leaned in close, mere inches from yours.

"I gave you everything you needed. Wanted. And you repay me with this." He casually flicked the boy's blood off his blade, letting it stain the body of another one of your comrades.

"I'm sorry, Father! Please forgive me!" You broke down into his arms.

"You know I love you, don't you?" He said. You nodded in response.

"So you should know that I'm only doing this for your own good."

You became confused as he said those words and you looked back up at him. He wore the usual gentle, affectionate smile, but his slit eyes brimmed with rage.

Following that, he let out a chuckle and facepalmed when he had his epiphany.

Of course. You didn't fully understand what you were doing. You were only naturally indulging in a childish desire. He could only blame the boy who had tempted you away from your proper place.

Sephiroth hugged you and gave you a gentle head pat. "Sweet girl... I shall take you to a sacred place," he whispered.

He knew it was too early to introduce you to it, but he couldn't help himself this time.

"..a place where you'll learn just how much your father loves you!" His tone carried a twisted nostalgia as he cast a sleep spell on you, gently guiding your head to rest against his chest.

Later on, you found yourself confined within a pod, your face concealed while the rest of your body was bare. Tentacles coiled around you, piercing your flesh to inject corrupted essence into you. And a long metallic tube was connected to your stomach, channeling the energy of the last conquered world into you as well.

"Such power and beauty, just like your dear mother..." Sephiroth said.

The sight of you like this was so breathtaking. He was tempted to touch the pod, but refrained, as if it was too immaculate and sacred for his touch.

Your pleas and squirms went unnoticed as he was consumed by his twisted nostalgia.

"I must ensure that you retain your purity," he continued. "I cannot have you ruining it, especially with a mere human, can I?"

Your pleas ceased, and your squirming slowly subsided.

"You will become my sweet and obedient girl. One who will make me proud, and who will forever be by my side, and who will never hurt me," He seemed almost solemn for a second before he continued. "...I will protect you and your purity from everyone who would taint it. It will be for me, and me alone."

Game over! Try again? 👈

#sephiroth #ff7 sephiroth #final fantasy 7 #crisis cutie #ff7 #sephiroth x reader #yandere sephiroth #final fantasy x reader #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere male #yandere x y/n #yandere father sephiroth #yandere x darling #tw: emotional abuse #tw: confinement #tw yandere #tw: abuse

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neteyamslovrr · 1 year

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Fly With You

summary: Y/N desperately wants to ride along with Neteyam during the raids but he is hugely against it leading to some cruel words and meaningful apologies.

neteyam x fem!reader, one-shot, hurt comfort, 1.1k words

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Neteyam rubbed his face in frustration looking down at you and your pleading look.

“Please Neteyam, ask your father if I can join these raids. I’m as good a warrior as the rest of you!” You pleaded with him holding your hands together looking up at Neteyam with pursed lips.

“I already said no Y/N, I refuse to ask, and I refuse to let you go.” He stated in a harsh tone making you frown more then you already were. You both had been alone in the Sully’s tent arguing about the planned raid for hours, yet no progress had been made between the two of you.

You turned to sit on a small log like stool still looking up at Neteyam with an ever-hopeful look. He was your best friend, but not only that. You were to be promised mates soon, to be forever lovers to look over the Omatikaya clan. You were stubborn about following them to the raid tomorrow, you were just as good as a warrior and deserved to be there. But as stubborn as you were, so was Neteyam and he refused to allow you within a 100km radius from the raid.

“Do you not think I deserve to fly with you Neteyam?” The moment you said this you knew it pissed him off. The flicker of fury behind his eyes and slight shake of his head making his braid beads click made you nervously fidget for his response.

“You know I did not say that Y/N” Neteyam replied stoically not a single ounce of emotion in his voice. “You know I did not say that!” he slightly raised his voice pacing backwards away from you.

“It’s called inferring, it’s not hard to tell” you scoffed, rolling your eyes at him. Slightly turning in your seat to face away from your fuming lover. “I just want to be a good warrior! I need to help my people!”

“Why can’t you just listen Y/N?” He pleaded with you; a begging tone interlaced into his voice. Stepping towards you again he faces you. “I refuse to ask to let you go! You cannot come to the raid. It’s dangerous!” Maybe it was the fact that he said that you cannot come or the way he refused to even give you the possibility to let you join him. But it made you jolt up off your seat and be within fingers reach distance to Neteyam. You looked into his golden eyes watching them sparkle with frustration.

“Am I not a good enough warrior for you Neteyam?! Do I not fly my ikran well enough to fly with you?” You threw your hands in the air in frustration. Maybe you were trying to rile him up, get him to react. You just wanted him to agree with you. But the beast you awakened within Neteyam was not worth it.

“You know what Y/N- fine. You’re not a good enough warrior! Did you want me to say it right here? Loud enough for the furthest creatures to hear me! You cannot fly with the warriors tomorrow! Father would never let you! I refuse to fly with you! You are not good enough!” He spat in your face, his face burning and his heartbeat quick. He was left shaking with the anger inside him.

You looked up at him, never had you seen him this way, so angry, so upset with you. Your eyes burned as you held your tears in. His words hurt but you worked them out of him. Yet, that did not stop the ache in your chest, the feeling of your heart beating deep in your stomach.

Just as you were about to say something, you heard the rustle of the tent opening and there stood Jake and Lo’ak back from a flight together.

“I’ve got to go. Neteyam don’t follow me.” You rushed out of the tent smashing your shoulder against Neteyam’s chest.

“Wait no Y/N.” He quietly pleaded watching you whisp away as he facepalmed himself.

“I thought I taught you how to treat your woman well” Jake sneered flicking the back of Neteyam’s head.

It was now the day of the raid, and you laid sulking in your family’s tent recapping the argument between you and your lover. You knew you stirred him up yet that didn’t make his words hurt any less. ‘You are not good enough’ replayed in your mind over and over.

Neteyam knew he must apologize to you. None of the words he meant, he was just sick and tired of arguing with you and hit a breaking point. He saw you curled into yourself on your bed and his heart ached. This is not how he is meant to treat his mate; he is supposed to cherish her and yet here you lay in front of him.

“Y/N” he spoke softly sitting beside you. You shuffle to sit upwards still a great distance further then you would usually sit by him. “I need to apologize to you, I should not-“

You interrupted him by putting your hand on his knee. “Am I really not good enough?” the way your voice cracked slightly and the tears you had tried to hold in hopelessly fell down your blue cheeks made Neteyams heart feel like it shattered into pieces. He grabbed your hips and pulled you into his lap to face him.

“Y/N you are the best being Eywa has blessed upon me, I am grateful every day to share the same air as you. I wake up excited every day knowing I one day will get to wake up next to you for eternity. You are more than good enough. You are the clan’s best warrior and best to be Tsa’hik. I promise every word I said yesterday was because of my anger and was not a true reflection of the utter love I carry for you.” Neteyam held onto you tightly staring into your eyes waiting eagerly for some sort of response from you.

“But why couldn’t I come” You asked with your head resting on his shoulder so he couldn’t see the tears you were still crying. He lightly traced his fingers along the stripes of your back with a deep sigh.

“I cannot bare the thought of losing you, I fear a world where you do not reside in it, my beautiful Y/N.” Your quiet sobs turned into loud apologies to Neteyam as you pepper him with kisses.

“I’m so sorry my love, I was too stubborn with you.”

“Do not cry my love, the day is ahead of us.” He kissed your lips softly, smiling sweetly still tracing your back, and together you stayed intertwined with each other enjoying the others company until it was time for Neteyam to board his Ikran for the raid.

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starlightshadowsworld · 18 days

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Bsd except Francis adopted Atsushi. It was originally for Fyodor's plans and his own to find the book.

But as time went on Francis grew to care for Atsushi as his son.

The day he fled with Atsushi and disbanded the Guild was the day Francis saw what Shibusawa was doing to Atsushi.

Atsushi spent the next years growing up in a modest cottage on the outskirts of Yokohama. It was sometimes lonely but his parents were always around and Atsushi loved them dearly.

Zelda was very protective over Atsushi. He was her sweet boy, her light in the darkness. She taught him how to play piano, how to map out stars.

Her darling daughter was everything to her and so is her dear son.

Francis adored him, he taught him how to shoot and self defence. He encouraged Atsushi's love of reading and always bought him a treat whenever they went out.

Both of them were concerned about Atsushi getting a job at the Agency. Especially after hearing how he met Dazai.

Money wasn't an issue of course but both agreed Atsushi couldn't stay inside with them forever. And he really wanted to join the Agency.

Learning about the Presidents ability definitely helped. Prior to that Atsushi spent full moons in a large old barn with his father nearby.

Things went okay for a while, Atsushi was happy and visted home often. Telling his parents about his friends and his adventures.

And while, they were concerned at times they were happy for him. That was until news Atsushi had a bounty came out and it was set by the Guild.

Now Atsushi knew about the Guild. Francis had told his son everything after they left. Even the original reason for his adoption, feeling nothing but guilt and remorse.

To his suprise Atsushi just hugged him and said he was glad because now he knew for sure his dad really cared about him. He hugged him back "I do, I always will."

So news his old organisation was trying to kidnapp his son angered Francis immensely. And hell hath no fury like Zelda Fitzgerald, Francis she was going to kill Fyodor herself.

What a woman.

Atsushi was terrified and his parents reassured him no one was going to dare take him from them.

Francis decides to meet with Fukuzawa, knowing the Agency are investigating this and wanting to help any way he can.

"Apologies, but given this concerns one of our members I'd prefer if everyone was present. Is that alright with you?" Asked Fukuzawa and Francis nodded, taking a seat.

"Of course, it's good to know my son has made such good friends."

"Wait this is about your son?" Asked Dazai making Kunikida sigh loudly. "Dazai, did you not listen to me earlier?!" Dazai grinned widely "nope."

Before Kunikida strangle him, Francis snorted and both turned their attention to him. "So you're Dazai, that definitely explains a lot. And you must be Kunikida."

He went and pointed out each member, correctly identifying them from his sons descriptions. And well, he'd met Kyouka a few times because Atsushi bought her over for dinner.

She waved at him and he waved back.

"And I leave the best for last, my dear boy Atsushi." Atsushi ducked his head "daaaaddd not infront of my friends." But they both knew he didn't mean it.

"Ohhh do you're Atsushi's father" Said Dazai as Kunikida facepalmed. "That I am and proud to be" Said Fitzgerald before becoming serious. "The organisation known as the Guild was one I lead for a number of years."

He told his story, how he went in search of a guide only to find a child. One that wormed his way into his heart and how he'd fled with him.

"I dont know Fyodor's plans, but whoevers running the Guild now is definitely working with him. His organisation is the Rats in the House of Dead."

Kunikida was writing this all down. "Does anyone in your previous organisation keep in contact with you?"

"There's Alcott, Poe as well." At that Ranpo looked up, curious. "That wouldn't happen to be acclaimed author, Edgar Allan Poe would it?"

Francis nodded, suprised he figured it out. "Friend of yours?" Ranpo smirked "something like that."

The meeting soon came to a close, everyone promising to keep Atsushi safe and Francis hugged him goodbye. "He's in good hands" Said Fukuzawa when it was just them.

Francis nodded "I know, I just..." He watches Atsushi smile and laugh with his friends. "I lost one child, I can't bare to lose another."

"And you won't" Said Fukuzawa, something about that made Francis believe him. "If you find the bastard know my wife has dibs on clubbing him in the head."

Fukuzawa chuckled "I'll remember that."

Elsewhere Atsushi shows his friends a picture of him and his parents.

"... So Atsushi are you in need of another father?" Asked Dazai with a smirk. Atsushi beat Kunikida to the punch and shook his mentor fiercely.

"Dazai if you ever ask my mum to commit double suicide with you. I will burn your signed copy of the complete guide to suicide."

"Ah! Not my darling, alright alright I won't."

#bsd #bsd fitzgerald #bsd atsushi #atsushi nakajima #Bsd zelda #bsd dazai #bsd ranpo #bsd kunikida #bsd fukuzawa #bungou stray dogs

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levans44 · 6 months

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Apartment #3 - Chapter 5

pairing: steve rogers x undercover!reader

warnings: 18+ SMUT*, Neighbors to Friends to Lovers, lots of angst, heavy mutual pining, hurt/comfort, eventual smut/romance/fluff

summary: as an undercover agent at SHIELD, her newest assignment involves moving in across the hall from her target. she's strictly ordered to keep her distance—no personal contact besides the absolutely necessary. the only issue? her new target neighbor turns out to be Captain America.

author's note: an idea that's been living in my head ever since steve asked sharon for that cup of coffee in their apartment hallway. as a SHIELD agent, the reader's real name has been [REDACTED] to preserve anonymity.

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taglist: @tsofo26 @yvonneeeee @cass0419 @nekoannie-chan @felicitylemon @nada3000 @rorilisa @observantplum-blog @strepsils123

Three days after the soup incident, the dreaded red-white-and-blue elephant in the room is finally acknowledged.

And it all starts with a UPS delivery man.

She’d just finished putting her plates away when she hears faint knocking on her door. She steps out into the hallway, giving the UPS driver a polite smile before signing off on her package—an amazon order with a few small trinkets to spruce up her new apartment. She’s just about to head back inside when the courier stops her, pointing back at Steve’s door.

“Hey, do you know if a…” He frowns, squinting down at the label on his box.

“…Steve Rogers lives here? Apartment 4?”

“Oh, yeah, jus—“

“—wait, hold on.”

The driver whips around to stare at her neighbor’s door, eyes doubled in size.

“That’s not like… the Steve Rogers, is it? Like, like Captain America, Steve Rogers?”

Shit.

Quick!

“N-no, it’s someone with the same name. This guy’s like… super old. Kinda heavy set?”

Just for good measure, she gestures loudly around her lower stomach, trying not to facepalm herself as a look of disappointment washes over the driver’s face.

“Oh. Right.” He sighs, stepping back as he sets the package down with a ‘thump’ in front of apartment #4.

“…well, could ya let him know I left his package here?”

“Sure.”

As soon as the UPS driver is out of ear shot, his feet trudging down the stairs at the end of the hall, she lets out a quiet sigh of relief.

As endearing as it was that Steve used his real name for deliveries (as if Steve Rogers wasn’t a household name at this point), she’s knows it’s a risky move. The exact kind of thing Fury wanted her to keep an eye on.

She stands there in her doorway, wondering whether details like these were worthy enough of alerting her boss. They'd only prove him right, after all, that Steve should have moved into the Compound.

Just then, a quiet voice from down the hall interrupts her thoughts:

"Heavy set, huh?”

And she’s not sure how Steve managed to go unrecognized by the delivery guy on his way up, even with the baseball cap and dark aviators he’s got on.

She lets out a quiet laugh, embarrassment tinting her cheeks pink.

“So you heard that.”

He slides the glasses off his face as he approaches her, slowing down once he’s a few feet away.

He stops, letting out a quiet sigh before pursing his lips. He’s still smiling, but the lines around his lips have grown tighter.

“Thank you, for…” He diverts his gaze, glancing up at the ceiling to find the right word before he huffs out a laugh in defeat. “….that.”

“Sure.” She nods, bouncing on her heels, suddenly feeling a gust of awkwardness roll in between them.

The massive elephant in the room, a fact that had somehow remained unspoken until this moment.

“So…” Steve starts, thumbs tucked into the pockets of his jeans.

“So.” Her gaze flits across the tense outlines of his shoulders, the nervous light in his eyes.

Was Steve really this worried about her finding out?

“Did you…?”

He trails off, and from the way his eyes are desperately shifting across her features, she can tell he’s trying to get a read on her too.

She nods, deciding she’d spare Steve the burden of having to spell out the obvious.

“…I-I had a hunch, yeah. You’re Captain America, right?”

The name Steve Rogers was by no means a secret alias for Captain America—a Smithsonian exhibit dedicated to his life story obliterated any chances of that. But still, she doesn’t ever recall Steve telling her his last name, and she’s not sure if this discovery is all that welcome for him.

“Yeah.”

He nods, eyes fluttering down, though it isn’t clear whether its embarrassment or guilt that seems to weigh down his shoulders. Sucking in a breath, he steps forward, hands raised in front of him in a cautious apology.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to keep that from you—”

She frowns, shaking her head, ”—no, it’s okay, Steve. You didn’t owe me that information.”

She’s got enough guilt on her mind as it is, she didn’t want him feeling that way too.

Her words seem to put him at ease, and a few quiet moments pass by before his eyes light up with renewed interest.

“How… how’re you feeling?”

“Hmm? Oh, yeah much better.”

She breathes out, grateful for the shift in tone.

“…and thank you, for the soup! I’ll get your thermos back by tomorrow.”

“Ah, take your time, no rush. Just glad you liked it.”

“Yeah, it was… amazing. Did you make it?”

He smiles sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck as he nods.

She crinkles her nose, smiling incredulously.

“Wow, I didn’t know you could cook. Impressive, neighbor.”

There it was again, that nickname. Rolls of her tongue as easily as all the lies she’s been telling.

“Thanks, my uh.. “ He takes a small pause, gaze faltering in hesitation.

“…my ma would be happy to hear that. It was her recipe.”

She pauses at those words, a quiet breath escaping her lips. Warmth spreads deep in her chest, blooming all the way down to her stomach —homemade soup for a neighbor he barely knew, and his late mother’s recipe, at that.

“T-that’s…” She hesitates, finding it difficult to formulate the right response. She manages to settle on a quiet “thank you, Steve,” wondering if he knows just how much she had left unsaid.

Exactly four days later, the burner phone lights up with Fury’s code name.

She doesn’t mention the UPS driver.

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feyreandhercourt · 3 months

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My thoughts on HOFAS, ft. SPOILERS

Overall, I will say I think this was a very well "written" book craft-wise. Like better than HOSAB and ACOSF, imo.

Okay Bryce telling Hunt “thinking about you getting tortured was hard for me!!!” was a… choice. If fated mates could divorce, I’d be filing

Honestly all around. They are my least favorite but before I attributed it to just not being into Hunt. But honestly they just seemed to be on different pages.

Where was Fury?????????????????????

Okay the hand thing was brutal but well played

Lidia was great. Also I recognized the Brann thing when he was introduced and was very proud of myself because I never make the connections lol

But I did think he might be like OG Brannon… the fact he’s not still has me interested

The bonus chapters were decent generally. Az and Nesta were likeable in them which makes me hopeful because Az’s LAST bonus chapter was Not A Good Look (tm)

Tell me how Feyre beat the Midgardden wyrm or whatever with a bone and yet Az and Nesta couldn’t. Nothing but respect for MY high lady

Speaking of, Theia really went the tradwife route and said no more high ladies tee hee only men should rule, huh?

Did Sigfrid or whatever even matter?

Ariadne felt like the opposite of Chekov’s gun. You have a DRAGON and a lot of fire and girlie is MIA

Ithan becoming Prime when the boy has zero main character energy was… meh.

Getting their powers back was AWESOME though am I forgetting something or did that not happen to Bryce? It felt like a copout but maybe I missed it?

The Theia/Silene reveals were interesting but lmao Nesta and Bryce kept talking shit during them which was both funny and just… repetitive

Bryce seemed to CONSTANTLY making inappropriate wisecracks. Like I don’t mean with the king but like when Lydia’s sons were captured or whatever??? not necessarily that but similar. Like girl there are times to be serious.

Ruhb SHOOTING LYDIA IN THE LEG while they are in enemy territory was one of the DUMBEST things going. But ya know what I need a couple to root for and Juniper/Lydia had no page time so they get a pass

Um. So we’re just not gonna address the Rhys/Ruhn twinsie connection?????

Tharion really made the bold choice to just… exist.

Also not the book’s fault but the video thing lmao would SO be disbelieved with where AI is today and that was all I could think when they released it

The Urd/Wyrd thing was a facepalmer that I liked

Wehb ACOWARA came out, a blogger (who posts great takes) was annoyed Feyre reused the starfall dress because that was a major royalty faux pas. That’s how I felt when Bryce used the mask.

People said things felt “too easy” but I don’t think that was an issue. Like QOS was “easier” but it’s one of the most beloved SJM books. I think the real issue is people didn’t feel connected and SJM had a few too many instances of explicitly saying “they didn’t know what they were doing but they did it by instinct”

GIVE ME MY FIRE BREATHING BITCH QUEEN WITH HER POWERS BACK PLEASE

SJM is 100000% going to write another TOG book and I am so ready. Those do. Not. Miss.

As ever, (and I had the same issue with Marvel) the issue with these multiverse things for me personally is I read some really fantastic theories that make a TON of sense, get excited for them, and then when they’re either not present or not present but with no explanation or a worse one, I wind up disappointed.

I’d say this is my second favorite CC book. I did think it was well-written though. And I know some were upset not to have ACOTAR POVs (okay me too lol) but I do think it makes sense to keep it as Bryce’s book. Except it’s more “Bryce and Friends” than Bryce.

#HOFAS #hofas spoilers #house of flame and shadow #house of flame and shadow spoilers #cc3 #bryce #crescent city #hunt alathar #sjmaas #throne of glass #acomaf #acosf #acowar #nesta archeron

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rayniscatstatue · 8 months

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I kinda just want Keefe to runaway in the middle of the final battle

Just for funsies and so the readers and throw their books across the room in fury at him and Shannon (don’t be blaming me)

Sophie just facepalms, absolutely done with him as she roles her eyes and throws a throwing knife or smth at Gisela

#kotlc #keeper of the lost cities #kotlc memes #sophie foster #keefe sencen #sokeefe #kotlc book 10 #lady gisela

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rayshippouuchiha · 1 year

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I wish I could find a fic with Civil War without Natasha or Clint.

They are highly trained spies/assassins, the hell would they be there for?! I know technically they are Avengers.

But their skillset is NOT rushing in taking sides, regardless to who else is involved.

It was the first thing that pissed me off about Civil War. I get it in the comics because they don’t have established careers in SHIELD in the comics.

But Fury would not allow his agents (or even former agents) to be so dumb as to involve themselves in a fight in broad daylight, against an enemy that would overwhelm them in a fair fight.

They are experienced assassins and spies! They would have been doing tactical hits before the confrontation if anything. They have been in their career for longer than some of the others have lived, or lived in the 21st century.

I just want Natasha and Clint to arrive in a chopper that Clint flew to escape mutant Capebara’s, both covered in bandages wondering what the hell happened to their idiots while they were away.

I want disappointed dad face Natasha asking what the hell they think they’re doing. And when it becomes clear, are just like “steve what the hell?!” I want Clint facepalming in the background which causes him to tip off the wing and almost fall except Spidey catches him in a web.

I want the two practical, level headed assassins to look at Cap and call him an idiot.

Clint wasn’t on the Helicarrier during their first fight, and I firmly believe it’s because Natasha wouldn’t have put up with their shit if she was supported by the other common sense person she knows.

Because Coulson? Believes in the greater good. Fury? Believes in the greater good. Natasha? Believes that there is very little true good in the world, and Clint is basically her moral compass, and he argued for the good in the world for her, and hey “Tony is at least trying to put good into the world”.

Also Clint being Team Cap just to protect Wanda is bullshit excuse to have Nat and Clint on opposite teams. He interacted with Wanda for 2.4 seconds of which 2 was dealing with seeing his teammates mind controlled like he had been. Nat and him have history.

Aside from all the team cap bullshit and how Tony was treated, my Clint Barton loving heart breaks for how they ruined his character, and made him so wishywashy (also a horrible use of Jeremy Renner)

Just. I want Clint and Nat competent professionals who come back dirt tired form a long term mission and see the fight and just stare for a moment and then 5’nothing Nat walks up to Cap and starts telling him off. Clint would be beside her but, honestly he is finding it difficult to stand.

!!!!

#RayRambles #Marvel #MCU #Fic Find #prompt

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diamaker-moon · 11 months

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Saving What's Left — Chapter Five

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"Hey! Who was that?" Chloé asked the moment she landed behind the school.

"Have no idea… They just appeared in front of me then left, then the next thing I knew was they were handing me the akumatized object." Marinette explained.

It is true. Despite the help that the person gave, she was also wary of the gesture. First, she didn't know who the person was, what if they were after the box and she was being stalked? Second, what if they're after a much bigger destruction? What if they are from the Order?! She cannot let things go awry. She was the current guardian, and she must protect the ancient power of the miraculous. She cannot let them fall into the wrong hands.

"Well, can't say we're ungrateful, it did save you some time." Chloé off-handedly says.

She nodded in agreeance, her mind wandered back to the fight, the person akumatized to the akumatized object. Was there a reason why it was akumatized? What were they doing with it?

Too many questions ran through her mind. However, instead of dwelling on it, she put it aside. There should be no more reason to cling to that small ample hope. There was a moment when they had a choice, and they did choose—they didn't choose her. They should not have any reason to use it against her. They made their choice and crossed the bridge, she just burned it so there should be no going back. She was done.

"Guys! Did you know?! They're arguing very loudly in front of the school!" Kim shouted in disbelief.

The girls looked at each other before following him and saw a crowded space with a screaming match.

"What do you mean by that?!" Someone shouted.

"You're a fake! A fraud! You're not a journalist!" Someone countered.

Soon everyone in that crowd began screaming at one another. Chloé pulled Marinette away from the group. She knows that Marinette may waver upon hearing such words, but she cannot let her friend be fooled again with the notions of friendship. Not anymore. If Marinette burned the bridge, she built a wall in between. And no one is allowed to break it without her permission. Enough was enough.

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"What do you mean by that, huh?!"

"You are fake! A fake!"

Words kept being thrown around. Adrien was starting to get nauseous because of the confrontation. While the others are simply pulling Juleka away from Alya, who is also being pulled away.

"Face it! You. Are. A. Fake!" Juleka screamed at the top of her lungs.

Alya's face contorted with hatred and fury. She kept trying to wiggle out of her captor's hands and was successful, in a matter of seconds, she was on top of Juleka pulling her hair and screaming in her face.

They both fell to the ground due to the sudden impact, landing Juleka at the bottom and Alya on the top. The Class gasped at the situation and thus started to pull the girls away from each other once again.

"Take it back! Take it! I. Am. A. Journalist!"

"You are not! You're. A. Fake! Fake!"

Adrien was getting more worried as people start to halt and stare at their group while whispering. He tried to mediate but nothing was effective. His last resort was finding a raven-coloured-hair girl hoping she could stop this catfight, but he couldn't find her anywhere he looked.

Uh-oh.

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"How's the situation in Paris?"

"Shi—"

A loud smack was heard, others were covering their mouths to prevent laughter while others facepalmed.

"Just answer, no need for that language."

"Fine, Fine! Everything was crazy, Okay?!"

"And the heroes there?"

"Didn't see the cat, only the bug, she looked quite surprised actually when the brat was handing her the object, guess she didn't expect that kind of efficiency…"

'The brat' rolled their eyes. It is true that grabbing the object wa easy, as the akumatized person was too much distracted finding God knows who. The look of surprise and doubt evident in the bug's face was amusing.

"Careful brat, that small smile of yours and I might think you like the bug~"

"Shut up." The person shoved the other away while that person was laughing.

"It will be much easier to talk with the bug without the feline. I can tell she'll be able to hold a proper and serious conversation than the latter." They continued.

"I agree. Watching the previously recorded fights, it seems that the cat is more in favour of flirting than helping the fight making it take much longer."

"It's settled then."

"Are we sure about this? We're bringing her to the deepest hell of this job…"

"This was your idea. And besides you said it yourself, only she can do it."

Everyone went silent at the notion. Even if they try to deny it, no one can refute that the Ladybug User is the only one who can help, and even if they don't want to bring such a problem to them, they need her. Only her.

"All we can do now is slowly approach her. Keep up small appearances in the city, and try to know her schedule. Do not ambush her."

Everyone nodded.

Soon they were dismissed and were able to go back to their respective homes.

'The brat' went straight to their room. With the silence enclosing him, his mind wandered back to those bluebell irises of hers. Despite wearing a mask, it failed to hide her delicate features.

He didn't want to think of her, but no matter how he tried to change the thought in his mind, she always come back with that bewildered expression on her face.

After taking a shower, he faced himself in the mirror, staring at his eyes. Wondering if they were a great pair to her blue eyes. He sighed deeply, trying to remove the thought once again.

He looked back at the mirror, and he was sure he can envision the blue eyes in the mirror, staring back at his emerald irises.

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continuing…

T A G L I S T:

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Note: Haii everyoneee! goshh I've been gone for 6 months almost, academic life caught up with me, and still busy at the moment! Hope you like this chapter!

#Saving What's Left FIC #Marinette & Chloé & Sabrina & Alix & Kim Friendship #More twists and turns #Slowly revealed people #Class Salt #Adrien Salt #Alya Salt #Juleka vs. Alya Catfight #Still busy with acads but might pop up here and there #Mystery Cloaked Person

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ruinedbylanadelrey · 7 months

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King of Your Heart

Chapter 11 "You're done"

summary: All that Frankie has ever wanted to be was your everything. After years of being best friends one phone call changes everything between the two of you.

inspired by The King by Sarah Kinsley

warnings: 18+, MINORS DNI, age gap (reader is 28-29, Frankie 38-39), friends with benefits -> situationship, Frankie isn't a dad, jealously, best friends with benefits, reader is toxic, reader wears makeup, reader has long hair, princess is out for blood, self-hate (both characters), princess and fish love to argue, what is the name for having a military man kink??, oral (m.rec. not frankie yikes sorry), sex in the jeep, squirting, angst, oh yeah and a lot of angst, no y/n, pet names, possessiveness, triple frontier boys, Tom is dead, reader is a flirt

an: made a halloween playlist for Benny's upcoming halloween bash. T-Minus 12 days!! ALSO check out Princess's new instagram page (yk the mood board above)

inside the world of king of your heart

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series mainlist | main masterlist

taglist: @hiroikegawa

"Benny, please! I'm begging you, just set me up with someone." You bat your eyes at him, he groans and facepalm. You were having lunch with Mari and Ben the weekend after the party. You haven't spoken to Frankie when he put you to bed.

"Princess, I can't-"

"Why?"

"I-I" He looks to Mari, not knowing what to say because the second he mentions Frankie, his name will trigger your fury. "I was joking, maybe Daniel?"

Daniel was old news, with no true shock value. You've been there and done that. Frankie would think you are too predictable. "No Daniel. I'm thinking military." You smirk, like you are going through a catalog named Benny's Buddies.

Mari was biting back a smile. She knew what game you were playing. The silent game of jealousy chess. You had the right moves to counter Frankie's move with Vanessa. Ben said he'll text you a number and name later in the day, you could live with that.

Not seeing Frankie was making your days long and lonely. You wouldn't go out with the guys for a few days. You would sit at home and think about how sweet revenge but knowing it wouldn't work on Frankie. He always knows how to detach himself from any situation, shut down, and control it all.

Isolation was not a friend of yours.

Pope dragging you out of bed and making you go to the bar. He was rambling about that you should never let a man dictate how you feel and what you do even if that man is Frankie.

"Princess, you know you're better than this," He throws a random dress at you, then leaves to let you get dressed. Walking to the car packed with Benny and Mari in the backseat and Pope in the drivers seat. You didn't say a word when you got in the car hearing Benny in mid-sentence.

"-he said he's busy with that chick," Benny was reading his text messages, Mari ebolws Ben in the rib when you groaned in frustration hearing about Frankie.

"Sorry. Just reading what he said." Benny winces and mutters 'sorry Princess'.

Too busy for his buddies? Too busy to even answer a single text from you but not too busy to answer Benny? Too busy getting his dick wet with a woman who wasn't even as hot as you?

This was Frankie being in control. He will keep his distance and strike at you when he knows you're at your weakest.

It was test drive day, rescheduled and the hefty garage fee to be paid. Usually, Frankie and you would split it but well he hasn't been to the garage at all for a month, and you've been doing the same.

"Afternoon, Princess. No Catfish again?" Stef, the garage and track owner greets you. He was a good-looking man, tall, with dark features, and a permanent 5 o'clock shadow, you liked how he had that boyish charm in his mature face. He was ex-military and knew Frankie from when they first enlisted in the Army. Close enough to Frankie but not exactly crossing a line.

"Just little ole me, Stef," You pouted, jutting out your bottom lip and then curling your lips into a devious smile. Your eyes scanned up and down his frame, admiring how his arms were still toned, with a soft stomach, and his legs forever muscled. His dark brown hair had always been the same, short on the sides and long on top. His brown eyes are big and almond-shaped. There are bits of Frankie in him.

Stef tilts his head and smiles at you, he can see the lust clouding your eyes.

"Could you look over the Jeep for me?" You widen your eyes to play the doe-eyed card, innocent, and calling out for a man to help you. He's on your heels while you book it to the garage, the smell of gasoline, motor oil, and grease fills your nostrils, breathing heavily with Stef's hand over your throat. His hot wet tongue slid next to yours, his other hand sliding under your skirt and met with no underwear.

"I always thought you were filthy," Stef mumbles as he nips at your neck. The surprise was for Frankie when you sent him a text about working on the car by yourself, hoping he would walk in here and fuck you since he won't speak to you

You gave a girlish giggle and nodded. He laid you out on the hood of the Jeep. Your hands quickly undo his belt and unzip his jeans, without any hesitation, you drop down to your knees, his cock was hard, and a red tip is right at your lips, not as thick as Frankie's but the same length. You smile up at the older man opening your mouth, and taking him down the throat. You moaned with a mouth full of cock you shouldn't be sucking.

"Shit- you're so fucking hot," Stef fists your hair and thrusts deeper down your throat. Your eyes were stinging and the whines leaving your mouth had the man shooting his load and overspilling at the corners of your mouth.

His softened cock pulled from the hot wet cum filled mouth. You held your mouth open for a minute letting him see how much of his cum is on your tongue then swallowing it all. You wipe the corners of your lips and suck the remaining spent off your fingers.

"You're..." Stef was at a loss for words, and you mentally rolled your eyes at the man. It was just a blowjob. "Amazing, wow!"

You were about to say it was fine when Frankie knocked on the back of the Jeep, you jumped and turned around to see him. Frankie looks at the mascara smudge under your eyes, how your lips were swollen and painted with a deep shade of pink almost red. He breathes out and comes around to the front. Stef's clothes frump and your hair slightly voluminous.

"And what are you so amazing for, Princess?" Frankie's voice drops an octave, his eyes shaded by the cap, he towers over you and rests his hand on the base of your neck. Eyes flutter shut when you feel his warm calloused hand on your skin. Setting ablaze going straight to your core.

"You already know how good my mouth feels." You smile smugly, Stef excuses himself and Frankie shoots you daggers with his brown eyes. He's at a loss for words, even emotion. He didn't understand why you giving a man head would bother him so much. You don't give head to just anyone. He knows this.

"I'm going for a test drive. You're more than welcome to join me if you're not busy fucking Vanessa." You changed the subject and added the jab at him. You grab the keys from the holder on the wall. Frankie shuffles himself into the passenger seat, and the jeep rolls out the track.

"You're just so predictable, Princess," Frankie yells over the purr of the engine. You scoffed and took a tight turn on the curve of the drive. Adding more gas when you straightened out. The vibrations jiggling your thighs, Frankie grips the flesh and squeezes hard knowing they bruise so easily. You choose to ignore him touching you, making a hard stop when you get back to the garage.

Frankie takes your chin into his fingers forcing you to look at him. His mind was thinking about how should he stake his claim over you once again.

"Open your mouth, Princess." He squeezes your cheeks, making them part. You sit there with your pink tongue sticking out. Frankie swishes whatever saliva is in his mouth, his lips purse, and spits a long dribble of his saliva onto your tongue. You whimpered when his warm spit coated your tongue.

"Swallow." He commands, and you quickly follow orders, the undying desire to please Frankie is still there. Frankie hauls you to his lap having you straddle him. Your hands dive to take off the belt and shove his pants and underwear to his thighs.

Frankie pumps his length and helps you slide down on his cock. You throw your head back at the feeling of him stretching your slick walls, Frankie thrusts up into you when your body would bounce down on his dick.

"Anyone can cum in your mouth but I am the only one to cum in this tight fucking pussy," Frankie pulls your hair to have you look at him. You loved how his eyes were almost black and the dominance oozing from him. A pitiful whine escapes from your lips when Frankie reaches between your thighs, basking in the feeling of his thick fingers and rough skin against your clit.

"Only yours, Frankiee" You moan out of breath, he continues rolling his fingers on your clit, biting your chest, and sucking soothing the throbbing pain with his tongue. Your moans were spurring him on, having Frankie bite harder.

"Yes! Yes! Mark me, I'm all yours," You cried out when the coil in your stomach snapped with pressure from Frankie fucking up into you, juices spraying from you and onto Frankie's lap. He whimpers and loves your sensitivity to his touch.

You were bouncing fast and hard when Frankie bites your collarbone, "My princess," moaning out your name, claiming you. His seed filling your cunt and you hummed at the sensation of his cock stuffed into you along with his searing cum.

"You're done fucking around with other guys." Frankie lifts you off his lap, shoving himself back into his underwear and soaked jeans. "And you're done with that Vanessa." You brush his hair when you take his cap to sit on your head.

"Frankie, do you think we can start again?" You collected yourself from the orgasmic haze, he looks at you with a smile on his face. His hat still on your head and fucked out, his new favorite look on you.

"Yes, Princess. Sometimes you have to fall apart to start again." Frankie was ready for this. For you to be his girl and you were ready to be his. Frankie kisses up your arm to your shoulder and revels in the electricity sparking between you and him.

Your heart skipping a beat when Frankie gazes at you with his puppy eyes. Don't run. You're done running. You are staying where you belong. Allowing yourself to be in love and explore your emotions was going to be a challenge the fact that Frankie still wanted you as his partner after everything made you become conscious of his raw passion for his princess.

"I'm ready." You breathe out. "You're all I want, Frankie."

#frankie morales #frankie morales x you #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales fluff #triple frontier #triple frontier fic #frankie morales smut #frankie morales x f!reader #pedro pascal #frankie morales angst

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triforcegods · 7 months

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“Oh, hey Luz! Didn’t see you there!” Amity is now internally screaming, why is she being so awkward?! “What…uh…what are you doing here?” “...This is the base? I’m here to train, same as you?” Luz raised an eyebrow.

Amity mentally facepalmed. Nice one, Blight. “Right, of course! Silly me!”

“Oh she’s a disaster, what happened?!” Vee commented from the side where she was standing with the others. “It’s the lesbian curse,” Willow explained. “Once they get a crush on a pretty girl, they can no longer form coherent sentences around them, even if they were previously friends that talked all the time.”

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LUMITY LUMITY LUMITY! Chapter 12 of my Owl House/Power Rangers fic! Enjoy!

#lumity #camileda #huntlow #veesha #the owl house #toh #power rangers #writing #palisman fury

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tonys-fav-bitch · 9 months

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Plot Twist || Reader x Moonboys

Moon Knight AU

Word Count: 1.3k

Summary: In which your boss sends you to keep an eye on a possible avengers recruit. You're tasked with following him, figuring out who he is, and if he's good enough for the team. That's it. But its never that simple.

Warnings: None (I don't think?)

Part 5

YOU WERE STOOD in the basement of the museum, staring at the large wall of inventory. You groaned at the sight and set your clipboard down, taking a step towards the products. You scanned over the plushies, t-shirts, and magnets. Your gaze stopped at bags of snacks, one being packs of gummies.

"Now what do gummies have to do with ancient Egypt?" You asked aloud as you looked over the bag, flipping it to read the back.

"That's what I said." Steven's voice sounded from behind you, startling you slightly.

You spun on your heels and met the man's gaze, smiles immediately forming on both of your lips. You chuckled at his comment and put the snack back on the shelf.

"What are you doing down here?" You questioned him.

It had been two days since your little meet up, and you couldn't help but admit that you were excited to see the man again. You knew you should be following him around, see what he's up to when no one else is around, but you couldn't bring yourself to do it. But, you knew you had to do it sooner or later. Fury would be calling for any updates and you couldn't exactly tell him that he was a vegan who loved ancient Egypt and his fish named Gus.

"I need a bin of Tawerets." He mumbled and pointed at the stuffed animals behind you.

You let out a small chuckle and grabbed the bin, handing it to him. He took it from your arms and stood there for a moment, thinking of what to say.

"Would you uh, like to come over this evening? Meet Gus? Talk about. . Uh work?" He phrased it all in a question.

"I would love that." You replied with a kind smile, pulling your phone out of your pocket, handing it to the man. He looked at the device in confusion and then to you, who laughed.

"Give me your number so I can text you." You pointed out and his face lit up with realization.

He quickly typed on the device before handing it back. He picked his bin of plushies up and gave you a shy look.

"I will text you later, love." He told you before heading off, back up to the gift shop.

You found yourself happily twirling your pen between your fingers as you thought about seeing him again. You stomped your foot and balled your fists at your own actions. You lightly facepalmed yourself.

How could you be feeling this way already? Or at all for that matter? Damn him and that precious smile of his. You grabbed your clipboard with force and continued your inventory check, your mind bouncing back and forth between Steven's sweet face and your anger for yourself.

☽ ♞ ☾

You were sat on the small balcony that was connected to your bedroom, a glass of water in hand. Your mind was wondering through so many different things - your mission, your new found affection for Steven, missing Peter and the team, and how the hell this sweet innocent man was a dangerous superhero.

It made no sense. He didn't seem to have a mean bone in his body. How was he being looked into for the Avengers? Had the agency finally lost it and were grasping at straws? You had no idea. But you were hoping to get a glimpse of him tonight when you went to his place.

The shrill ring of your phone brought you back to reality. You glanced at the name on the screen and couldn't help but laugh.

'Steven with a V is calling'

You clicked the accept button and spoke into the phone.

"Well hello there Steven with a V."

"Hello love. Are you ready?" He inquired, a smile plastered on his face.

"Of course. I'll be over shortly. ." You trailed off as you heard the man bickering with someone. You furrowed your brows as you tried to listen.

"Are you okay?"

"Oh uh yea! Totally fine, was just yelling at Gus." He sheepishly responded. You tilted your head at his response, not believing him but you played along.

"Well tell Gus to fix his attitude, I'll be over soon!" You interjected.

"I will, but he never listens. See you soon!"

☽ ♞ ☾

You found yourself at the front door of Steven's apartment. Your heart was pounding slightly and your stomach fluttered in nervousness.

"Ridiculous." You huffed at yourself as you knocked on the door.

You could hear the familiar patter of Steven's feet approaching the door. Seconds later, the door swung open to reveal a casually dressed Steven. His hair was slightly disheveled and he had a shy smile on his lips.

"Hey you." You greeted him as he moved to the side, allowing you to enter.

You looked around in interest as you took in the surroundings. You made note of all the books he had piled up. You then made your way over to his fish tank. Gus was an adorable orange fish who was swimming happily around in his crystal clear water.

"He's much more adorable than I imagined." You told the man who was nervously watching you.

"Yea, he's quite the looker." He joked as he scratched at the back of his neck.

You grinned and continued to look around his small apartment, coming up to his bed. You raised your eyebrows at the sand that was scattered around it, along with a chain.

"Should I be worried, Steven?" You lightheartedly joked as you pointed to the iron object laying on the floor.

"Oh uh, no no. I have a sleeping disorder. If I fall asleep, I end up sleep walking. . It's not a kink, I swear. " He admitted.

"If you sleep?" You countered curiously, trying not to laugh at his last statement.

"Yea I uh, tend to. . uh not. It's easier than feeling the aftermath of my travels." He assured you.

"You're probably so tired." You frowned at him.

"Uh, massively. But I manage. But please come sit. I talked all about myself the other night. Tell me about you." He insisted as he gently took you by the hand, leading you to the couch.

You happily plopped down on the comfy furniture and turned to face Steven who was doing the same.

"There's not much to tell about me. How about you tell me about the museum?" You told him, bringing your knees close to your chest. You hated talking about yourself, and you didn't wanna have to lie to the poor guy about who you really were.

He nodded his head and began rambling off information that he thought you would need to know. You chatted back and forth, cracking jokes and revealing simple things about one another.

Hours began to pass and you two fell in comfort with each other. Steven told you about the many places he had woken up in when he had accidentally let sleep over take him. You told him about the places you'd seen due to your 'old job'.

That's how the next few weeks would go. One would visit the other, you would chat for hours, learning new things and gaining new memories. And as each visit went by, you couldn't deny that your heart seemed to flutter for the awkward disheveled man.

Fury continued to nag you for updates, to tell him what you learned, but you couldn't really give him much as you still hadn't initiated any surveillance. You simply couldn't bring yourself to do it. But you had to swallow your feelings. Do what you were sent to do. And you would, you just needed time.

☽ ♞ ☾

#jake lockley #marc spector #moon knight #steven grant #fanfic #wattpad #marc spector x you #au #jake lockely x reader #steven grant x you

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scrollsfromarebornrealm · 8 months

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Free Write #1: Reconnaissance

"WOMAN! STOP! JUST--STOP IT!"

"Ser..." Mathye didn't hear the squire at first, he was laughing too hard. Sucking in a breath, he turned his attention to the gangly-limbed youth before him. Halone bless the child, they looked extremely nervous.

"Lord Bishop, shouldn't we...do something?" Behind the squire, Estinien was running pell mell around the main training area for House Fortemps. And hot on his heels, screaming like an utter banshee was Riven--or rather, Valefor.

Who was currently the size of a goose. Apparently Riven's control over her Eikon was very good, she could shrink her size if need be to make hunting or (in this case, reconnaissance) easier. She had offered this skill to scout out Castrum Aquilonis, to which Haurchefant had welcomed.

Mathye had no idea how Estinien had gotten involved, nor what had happened to instigate yet another fight between the elezen and Riven. But the sight of the Azure Dragoon-now-turned-Dominant-of-Nidhogg running around the courtyard, seemingly having forgotten that he could simply jump to safety, being chased by a bird that just barely came up to just below his knees, was fucking hilarious.

"Ser--"

"The Fury has sanctioned this battle." Mathye decreed with a straight face, and then had to keep from choking with laughter at the stricken look on the squire's own. "It's alright, you're not going to get in trouble! Go about your normal duties."

"Mathye, what in the seven hells is going on--" Augustine hurried over--just as Estinien somehow tripped, falling down onto the hard-packed dirt of the training circle. With a scream Riven charged, starting to peck violently at any part of the dragoon she could reach. When that didn't work, she seized the back of Estinien's collar in her beak and started to pull as hard as she could. The First Dominant of Halone took in the scene, then fixed his howling older brother with a glare.

"Really, Mathye?"

"He said the Fury sanctioned this!" The squire repeated. This only set off Mathye even harder, while Augustine sighed. Estinien was still yelling and flailing, and Riven was still trying to drag him by her beak.

"Has she forgotten she can change back?" Haurchefant--who had come out behind Augustine--wondered aloud through chuckles. "And did Ser Estinien forget he could jump?" Side-eyeing his manically cackling sibling, Augustine stepped forward to try and resolve the mess.

"Riven!" He snarled, power echoing in his voice. Valefor and Estinien both stopped--the eikon looking at the group with beady eyes. She blinked.

<Oh.> A shimmer of aether--and Estinien's head fell back as Riven returned to her normal self. She pointed down at the dragoon.

"He started--aaaaahhagghh!" Estinien aimed a blow at the back of Riven's legs, sending the younger Dominant to the ground. Augustine facepalmed, while Mathye dissolved in laughter once more.

#ffxiv #ffxiv write 2023 #ffxiv-ffxvi au (the other one)#estinien varlineau #haurchefant greystone #grown man gets ass chased by bird #in which estinien has no dignity #nor does riven #mathye just gives zero fucks #augustine considers fratricide once again

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