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fair and square | max verstappen

pairing: max verstappen x oc (audrey johnson)

you and max are rivals, that means you don’t care about each other... right?

word count: 6.2k warnings/tags: sexism, accident/crash

i know, my first writing on this page is for max but i just have ‘i could fix him’ energy, what can i say?

“A question for Audrey, over the years we have seen and admired the fashion of the wags at Grand Prix weekends, seeing them set trends and grace magazine covers. Heels, dresses and skirts, these women have become a staple for female fans to learn to dress like a lady and to see what femininity really looks like. I was just wondering when we are going to see you partake in this. Your fashion choices have been described as immodest and at times, boyish. When will you begin to set a better example for the female fans of Formula 1?”

As the question continued, my smile dropped. I was sat next to Max Verstappen, in a press conference before the Abu Dhabi Grand Prix, the final race and the decider of the championship, it coming down to him and myself.

I didn’t know how to answer the journalist's question. I opened and closed my mouth a few times, wracking my brain for an answer that my PR representative would like. It hurt, I was held to a different set of rules than my fellow grid-mates and despite showing this year that I was a real contender to be a world champion, I was rarely ever asked about racing.

“This isn’t what I meant when I said the media needed to be more detail-oriented in these press conferences.” I tried with all my might to defuse the tension and I assumed it had worked, a few nervous chuckles echoed through the room. I turned to look at Max for a second, expecting to see him gloating, enjoying the negative attention on me.

We were rivals, we had been ever since I had accidentally taken him off the track when racing in the WSK Euro Series and since then we had both been involved in many on and off-track fights which brought us to now, myself driving for Mercedes and him for Red Bull in 2023.

However, when I surveyed Max’s face, he seemed anything but happy. He was looking straight ahead, his facial expression unreadable and his jaw tensed. I looked forward again, hearing another question.

“Audrey, you have talked about how your dad got you into karting. Did he realise when you were young that you were never going to be a beauty queen and so decided that getting you into a kart with a helmet on your head was the best way to find a partner for you?”

I could no longer hide my disappointment and shock, my mouth falling open as I heard the question. Like last time, I tried to find an answer but nothing came to mind. All I could do in that moment was hang my head in shame. I had always been rather shy and introverted, that being the reason I never went and found Max to apologise after our karting accident back in 2010. I picked at the skin on my fingers, squeezing my eyes shut as my head hung low, trying to block out the knowledge that everyone was watching me, that everyone was waiting to see me break. They had tried all year but hadn’t succeeded until now.

“Alright everyone, that is all for today, we will be on track in 7 hours' time at 5 PM. Thank you.” I had been saved. 

Before I could even think about it, my body had taken control, I was out of my seat and speed-walking to the exit door which would lead me through the hospitality area and safely to my driver's room. I just needed to hold my tears until then. I kept my head down, ignoring people as they tried to stop and praise me. 

“Hey Audrey, how are you fee-, hey are you okay?” Daniel. Max’s teammate. He was a friend of mine, both of us being from Australia. I knocked straight through him, quickening my speed to get past him and to my driver's room.

“Hey, Max, what happened in that press conference?” I looked up to see Daniel standing in the middle of the hallway, a dumbfounded look on his face. 

I sat through that whole press conference with my jaw tensed shut, listening to the stupid and idiotic comments the press were making to Audrey. I was angry and upset.

Audrey and I had always been rivals ever since karting but as we got older and we journeyed to Formula 1 together, I began to realise how similar we were. Both misunderstood and prodigies of the sport we had chosen, talent that was rarely seen. I began to enjoy being around her but I never spoke these words to anyone. I looked forward to our on-track battles, our press conferences, and our snarky remarks to each other and I enjoyed seeing the way she would smile on the podium, her teeth showing as she laughed, the way her blonde hair fell down her shoulders as she was drenched by champagne. In another life, we would have been friends but she hated me, so I settled for getting to stay in her life as a rival.

“The media crossed the fucking line, I cannot believe that. The FIA should have stepped in, she got absolutely attacked in there. Do you know where she went?” I looked at Daniel who was also visibly upset hearing about this.

“Is that the best idea? I know you mean well Max but she probably doesn’t want to see you of all people right now. She didn’t even say anything to me.” He had a point but I knew I needed to sort things out before we raced. I wanted to win fair and square and having her battered by the media like this would not lead to a fair fight.

“I will talk to you later, Daniel.” And with that, I was off. I knew a back entrance that would get me into the Mercedes hospitality through the kitchen, wanting to stay lowkey. Going in through the front door may have raised a few eyebrows, considering who I was and what team area I was about to sneak into. Tugging my team shirt off my head, I threw it against a wall, knowing that it wasn’t the end of the world if I didn't come back for it. With my black t-shirt on instead, I could blend in better.

I had fallen to the ground in my driver’s room, tears falling down my face. I had told my team to leave me alone as they knocked on my door to see if I was ok. I was not. I was broken. I had never faced discrimination like this, all through karting and junior series’ I was treated with respect, and viewed as a competitor and a good one at that. But now I was in the public eye and those who knew less about motorsport were watching and seeing me only as a woman. A woman who wasn’t as tall and thin as Carmen or as courteous and acquiescent as Isa.

A knock was heard on the door as I sniffled, more tears running down my face as I looked up.

“Go away! I want to be alone right now!” Hanging my head again, I stared at my hands on the floor.

The door slid open and I yelled again. “Seriously!? I said to leave me the fuck al-” Standing in front of me was Max Verstappen. His hands fell by his side and he looked down at me, surveying my crumpled body on the carpet and the tears which now stained my shirt.

“What the fuck do you want? Did you come here to gloat? Well, be my guest.” He said nothing, just continued to look down at me, his face as unreadable as before.

“I… I came to see how you were going.” That was all he could whisper out and for a second I nearly opened up to him, his voice sounded so reassuring and calm, but then I remembered that he hated me.

“You win, Max. You win. I can’t do this anymore.” I sat there still on the floor, fiddling with my bracelets, not wanting to look up at Max and have to witness the smile that was most likely crossing his face.

“What do you mean, Audrey?” Max’s tone sounded unsure. I watched as his feet moved closer to me. All I could do was shake my head. I didn’t want to explain it to anyone, let alone my biggest rival.

“Audrey?” His voice was wavering now as he sank down to his knees to sit across from me.

“What Max? I don’t know what to tell you! You win, the media wins, and everyone who doubted a female driver has won. I quit, I am not driving the race, you win the championship.” I looked up, finally processing his face. His mouth hung open and his eyebrows were furrowed together. He was… sad?

“Audrey, you can’t do this! You have to race. This is exactly what they want you to do, to give up. You can’t.”

“This is what you wanted too. You didn’t even defend me. You never have. You hate me and everyone out there does too. So I’m done with Formula 1 and I am quitting. I got here, I proved that I could but it is too much.” I flung my hand out to gesture to him and to the door, articulating that I believed everyone in the paddock hated me.

“I… I don’t hate you, Audrey. I never have. Well maybe as I was pulling my kart from that tyre wall I whispered that phrase but since then I have never hated you. We are rivals, there is a difference.” 

He never hated me? Thinking back over this last season, he had never really done anything outwardly hateful to suggest this. Sure he had made snarky comments occasionally and we fought hard on track but over the years, he had mellowed out.

“What is the difference between rivals and enemies then?” I was curious, I didn’t have to worry about my day being ruined anymore than it already had, so I wanted to hear his answer.

“Respect. I have so much respect for you, Audrey. As a driver, as a sportswoman, and as a person. If you were my enemy, I would hate everything you did but I could never. I don’t hate anything you do, not even you beating me. Being rivals means that you push me and I push you. You are my main competition and you have taught me more about myself than any friend or family member ever has. It would be a shame not to get to race you for this championship, it would feel wrong to take it from you without you even trying. So please, please get in that car and make my life so bloody difficult.”

I was taken aback by his words. He was someone who was always so blunt and honest and because of that, I knew that he meant everything he said. I ignored the way that my insides felt twisted and my heart rate increased.

“Ok. Ok, I will race you.” I looked up at him again, softly smiling through the stream of tears that were running down my face. He stood back up, offering his hand to help me off the ground.

“I want to beat you fair and square Johnson, can’t do that if you are sitting in here crying.” The bickering was back but this time Max had a half smirk planted on his face, showing me that he was joking, rather than mocking me.

“The only way you were winning this championship was if I was sitting in this room during the race. You just talked yourself out of winning.” The banter was refreshing and for the first time, I was happy to admit to myself that I was enjoying his company. “Get out of here before anyone spots you in the enemy camp.” 

I looked down realising that Max was still holding my hand from when he helped me up. We both realised at the same time, pulling our hands away, trying to avoid eye contact but not missing the way each other’s cheeks had changed to a soft shade of pink.

“I won’t see you beforehand, so good luck with your race.” “You too.” And with that, Max was out of my driver’s room and I was alone again.

I wiped my face and looked in the mirror, I looked a bit of a wreck but I did have time to fix that before the media saw me again. Making my way down the hallway, I knocked on the door.

“Come in, please.” I pushed open the door to be met with Toto sitting at his desk, spreadsheet and graphs spread over it. “Hey” was all I managed to squeak out, slowly walking over to him. As he saw my tears, his eyes softened and he stood up, turning on the pod coffee machine behind him as I took a seat across from him.

“I heard you weren’t going to race,” Toto said, filling two mugs with coffee before offering one to me, and sitting back down.

“I wasn’t. I was upset and I finally broke. It has been so hard all year.” I sighed, readjusting my mug in my hands before taking a sip.

“I understand, you haven’t been treated fairly and I am sorry that it has been happening. I hope you know that everyone here thinks the world of you, myself included.” I nodded, a sad smile on my face. My team really meant the world to me, they supported me immediately and hadn’t stopped since I joined the team.

“Have you been on social media since the press conference?” As Toto asked, my heart dropped. He must have seen my facial expression change and quickly followed up. “Give me a second, James just sent through all of these, I have them on my laptop.” He quickly tapped away trying to find the files that our social media admin had sent him. He turned his laptop and I leaned in, squinting to read the words in front of me.

“Audrey has to be one of the most talented drivers we have seen since Hamilton and what she has achieved in her rookie year at Mercedes has broken records within Formula 1. She deserves and has earnt the respect of everyone in this paddock and the way she was treated by the media today was absolutely unacceptable and I hope they are not allowed back to an F1 event.” - Will Buxton during the Sky Sports Pre-race Show.

“During my years in Formula 1, I worked hard to try to set new standards for inclusivity and diversity within the paddock and I am heartbroken to see the questions that Audrey was subjected to today at the Abu Dhabi pre-race press conference. Audrey, much like Lewis did during his time racing, has faced oppression and hatred from those who do not wish to change their narrow views. The FIA must act to ensure that these people are not welcome at F1 races and that their voices should not be amplified by opportunity. I stand with Audrey and wish her all the best going into this last race. Even if she does not win the Championship today, she has shown that she is a real contender and a racer to watch in the future.” - Sebastian Vettel on Sky Sports Germany.

“Toto and I discussed many drivers to take my place when I left the team at the end of 2022. Audrey was picked because she was more than just racing. Like myself, her human rights work and ability to inspire those who are often under-represented in this sport were the catalysts as to why she was chosen. She has proved that her racing ability is next level as well as her morals and sense of self. Nino Farina is the only person to win an F1 championship in their rookie year and I believe that Audrey has the ability to be the next. I’m cheering you on from the garage, Ace!” - Lewis Hamilton talking to Kravitz.

“I have had the pleasure of getting to know Audrey during this year at Mercedes and have never met someone so determined, kind-hearted and fierce. She is a friend and a teammate and she should be treated like the incredible driver that she is. We cannot allow this treatment of females in Motorsport to continue.” - Mick Schumacher on Sky Sports Germany.

I sat there in awe reading through messages of support and love from my idols, teammates and friends. I looked back up at him, my eyes watering slightly again. “Thank you, Toto. I needed to see that. I want to race.” He nodded. “I knew you would. Go and get ready, I will see you out there soon.

Sitting there on the grid, I looked up ahead to my right, narrowing in on Max sitting in his car being fussed over by his team. I had pushed every single feeling down as I hopped in the car, silencing everything as I had done so many times before. I closed my eyes and quickly asked the universe for a safe race for myself and the other drivers, my friends. 

“Ok Audrey, give me some knuckles. Let’s get it!” I reached up my gloved hand to fist-bump my engineer before watching him walk back to the pit wall. I was alone. The odds were against me starting in P2 but anything could happen. I looked back to Max’s car again watching as he reached his arm out below his halo and gave me a thumbs up. I gave him a head nod, watching him return it in his side mirror. The subtle gesture meant the world to me and at the same time, lit the fire within me to win.

C: “Well I think everyone can agree when I say that we are on the edge of our seats, Martin.” 

B: “Absolutely, anyone that doubted Audrey is probably feeling rather stupid about now.”

C: “Correct! We saw her overtake Max with ease in lap 10 and oh look she is coming in for tyres. What can you see from down there, Ted?”

K: “Hey Crofty, yes she is coming into pit here now on lap 25 which leads me to believe that Mercedes will be putting her on hards and attempting a one-stop strategy. Here she is and yes they have the hards out. Oh no, gosh this pit stop is long and… they have forgotten a tyre! You can see her staying calm but she cannot be happy about this. She is now heading down the pitlane but that was long. Any chance of an undercut has been lost now I think.”

C: “That is heartbreaking for Audrey who will come out in P8 behind Lando Norris. How did it all go wrong for Mercedes there?”

B: “I suspect there will be some stern words from Toto now who we can see on the broadcast shaking his head. He is staying rather calm all being considered, he clearly has a lot of faith in Audrey’s ability to climb the positions again.”

I had to put that error in its place, I was upset but it didn’t matter now. As Lewis always said to me as he mentored me through my first year, ‘only act on what you can control’ and right now all I could control was my racing. I was able to pass Norris into Turn 6 and 7, moving up to P7. On the next lap, lap 27 I breezed past Alonso, Sainz, Ricciardo and my teammate Russell, fighting hard through the corners and through the closely bunched pack. 

I could see Charles and Max up ahead but I was still a good 7 seconds behind them. 

“Ok Audrey, you have the pace, you are expected to catch them in 10 laps time. Keep pushing.” “Copy.”

It was like tunnel vision, I laid my eyes on the back of that Ferrari and I went for it, passing Charles earlier than expected on the outside of turn 14. By the time I had made turn 16 and hit the straight, he was already out of DRS range. The next target was Verstappen.

“Ok, gap to Verstappen is 2 seconds.” “Light work.” The comment was a little too cocky and I knew that everyone would hear it on the broadcast but if I didn’t speak it into existence, I was scared that it wouldn’t happen. And we battled till lap 42, changing positions constantly and pushing each other off the track, driving way too close for comfort.

“Keep pushing, Audrey, Verstappen is starting to struggle on these tyres.” “Copy.”

That was the reassurance that I needed, sending it on the outside of turn 12 and overtaking Max. He tried to push and catch me on both turn 13 and 14 but he didn’t have the pace.

“Bloody good work mate! Now keep those tyres in the window and hold him for 16 laps, you have the pace.” “Yes sir!” 

I was gaining confidence and with every corner, Max was a tenth further back. Lap 50 rolled around and despite having the lead still, I could see Verstappen and Leclerc fighting one another for P2. I passed through Turn 6 and 7, checking in my mirrors as I was about to enter the second DRS zone. As I looked back to see my competition behind me, I watched as Max and Charles’ tyres touched, gripping together and in turn, rolling Max’s car into the barrier, before it caught on fire.

“Oh my god! Shit”

“Ok Audrey, red flag, red flag, keep the delta positive and return to the pits please.”

“Oh my god, was that Max?”

“Correct Audrey, Max in the wall at turn 7.”

“Is he out of the car?”

“…”

“Is he out of the car, Nick!?”

“Negative”

“Can they contact him? Is he ok?”

“Checking now.”

“Is Max ok?”

“No word yet unfortunately Audrey, remember, delta positive.”

“Oh my god! Fuck! No! I can’t lose him! I need him here! I love him! Please check again.”

“Still nothing, I’m so sorry Audrey.”

My breathing had quickened as I slowly made my way back to the pit lane entry, my hands shaking as I gripped the wheel as tight as I could. All the feelings and emotions I had pushed down at the beginning of the race had been thrust to the surface and I could feel the tears rolling down my face, cooling my flushed cheeks. I pulled up in the pitlane and flipped my visor up, Nick, my race engineer, rushed to my side and unbuckled me, making eye contact as he did, watching the tears fall from my eyes. He helped to pull me from the car and led me into the garage to wait. I stood watching the live feed in shock, seeing Max’s car burn brightly as marshals worked to extinguish the flames. I didn’t notice Toto come and stand next to me but the arm that had wrapped around my shoulder made me look up, he smiled down at me and I noticed he was also doing the same thing to George who was standing there in shock too, having removed his helmet, showing his full facial expressions.

Time stood still but Max was pulled out from under his car after what felt like an hour. I let out a sigh that I had been holding since I watched him flip in my side mirrors. He was stumbling and looked terrible but it meant that he was alive as he was put on a stretcher and placed in the ambulance. I suddenly remembered my radio messages and the fact that they were most likely broadcast live, my heart sinking realising that Max would most likely hear them soon, my fear of rejection taking over.

“We are going racing again.” Nick came over and tapped me on the shoulder. “Really? Are they taking the piss?” I was mad that the FIA wanted us to get straight back out there once the barrier was repaired and the car removed but that was my job and I knew I had to get on with it. “Audrey, if you finish this race, you are the world champion, you can go out there and have only yellow sectors for all I care, finish the race and you win.” He was right but suddenly the pressure made it feel like I was carrying weights on my shoulders. 

“Can I be honest with you Nick?” He nodded and he smiled softly. “I am a bit scared to go back out, that is the worst crash I have ever seen, especially in F1.” My flushed cheeks went even darker as I admitted, what I considered to be, weakness. “That is completely normal but I will be right there with you the whole 6 laps. I promise.” “Ok.” With that, I was back in the car getting ready to race again.

The last six laps felt good and my fear left as soon as the green lights went out and we were racing again. I wanted to win still, it was in my nature, after all, holding back Leclerc and George to keep my lead. As I rounded turn 16, I saw the checkered flag ahead and my heart beat so fast that I thought I would be sick. As I crossed, fireworks went off around me.

“Woooooo! Audrey, you are the world champion! Well deserved, Ace!” Nick screamed down my radio. “Thank you, thank you, everyone, you believed in me when no one else would and I hope I have made you as proud of me as I am of all of you. This is for every little girl who got made fun of for liking cars, for every teen girl who had to prove her love for this sport just because of her gender and for every woman who had to climb twice as hard just to match her male peers. I love you all and I will hold this trophy for all of us. Thank you.” I sobbed down the radio as I did my cool-down lap, making sure to drive close to the barrier, waving at all the fans as I went.

“Audrey, this is Toto, I just want to let you know that we never doubted you! I am so sorry we let you down with your pit stop but you recovered like the true champion you are. I will see you very soon and don’t forget your donuts… oh and there is someone here for you too.” I chuckled along at his words, smiling widely at the mention of celebratory donuts. Wait, who was there for me?

“Hey Audrey, sorry for scaring you before. You were right though, you did beat me and it was fair and square. Reckon after this I can take you out to celebrate because I can confirm that I also can’t live without you. Can’t wait to see you on the podium soon. Love you.” Max. I chuckled through happy tears and I got to the start-finish line, revving my engine to spin around as I waved my hand out of the car. Pulling up behind the winner's board felt better than it ever had as I leapt from my seat to stand on my car, waving to the crowd before doing a curtsy and jumping down to hug my team. 

“Audrey, I just want to start by saying the biggest of congratulations to you, you have won your first world title and you are the first woman to ever be crowned a world champion in Formula 1. How are you feeling?” Natalie Pinkham had the biggest smile on her face as she talked to me.

“I am over the moon, honestly. It was a crazy race and it was very touch and go there at the start and the pit stop sure didn’t help but I managed to claw my way back. The red flag was terrible and it is awful waiting to watch one of your… friends get out of the car ok but I am so glad that Max is alright.” I blushed mentioning him, knowing that again, everyone heard my messages.

“Speaking of Max, we heard a few radio messages between you two, care to tell us more?” Natalie raised an eyebrow at me and winked.

“No comment.” I winked back.

“I just have to say, Audrey, I am so utterly proud of you. Today, I suspect, is the first of many for you and woman to woman I cannot believe what you have done for this sport. Go and celebrate!” She pulled me in for a big hug, we had always gotten along within the paddock and her support had always meant a lot to me.

I turned around, spotting Max leaning against the pitlane fence, smiling and chatting away to Daniel Ricciardo, a sling holding his arm to his chest and his suit tied around his waist, slightly blackened from the crash.

I had been released from the medical centre with a fractured wrist and first-degree burns, but only under the promise that I was going to the hospital after the podium ceremony. I had sat in the medical centre bed, listening to the driver onboards as they reacted to my crash and the red flag.

“Oh my god! Fuck! No! I can’t lose him! I need him here! I love him! Please check again.”

My head shot up to the TV playing the scenes, hissing at the pain my neck felt under the hasty movement. Had she just said that? It was replayed again and I knew that my ears did not deceive me.

“Sorry, I need to get out of here, I have to go.” “Mr Verstappen, we can’t have you leave without medical clearance.” I sighed, rubbing my face with my hand. “Can I go to the hospital after? Can you order that? I just need to be there for this podium ceremony… please.” I tried to pull off the puppy dog eyes look and it seemed to work. “Ok, we can do that but your team will be required to send you to the hospital this evening for further treatment.

After my wrist was put in a sling and my burns patched, I was headed back down the pitlane with my Brad when I looked at the screen, showing 5 more laps left. “Careful loverboy, you shouldn’t even be up, let alone travelling this fast on foot.” I shot my trainer a look of surprise. “Mate, the whole paddock heard what she said over the radio. How do you feel about it?” I stopped in front of the Red Bull garage and turned to face him, his face full of anticipation for my answer. “I… I think I have known deep down ever since that fearless, fun-loving girl took me off the karting track that no one else would ever compare to her. Brad, I have to do something, I will be back.”

My feet were leading the way, quickly before I could even change my mind. I peeked my head into the Mercedes garage seeing Toto sitting there analysing the last two laps for Audrey and George. As if he realised he was being watched, he looked up, making eye contact with me. He glared for a second before holding a finger up telling me to wait for a second. He talked into his headset and then stood to meet me at the door.

“Max, I am glad to see you are ok. What can I do to help you?” Despite being enemy number one to him, his smile and genuine care for my well-being were calming.

“Um, well, I… I heard her message, I need to tell her how I feel, do you reckon you could help?” He chuckled and nodded. “You weren’t my first pick for her, Verstappen, but I can think of a lot worse. Thank god you aren’t Gasly. Go talk to Greg on the pit wall, he will help you out.” He turned and paced back to his desk, placing his headset on and chatting down the radio to who I assumed was the pit wall.

I rushed over as Audrey was about to be crossing the line, taking the win and her first World Driver’s Championship. I watched as she waved at her team, taking the checkered flag.

“All yours mate.” I was tapped on the shoulder and handed a headset.

In the rush of the podium, I hadn’t had a single chance to find Max but standing up here on the podium, the Australian anthem playing, I could spot him from a mile away. He was next to Ricciardo, of course, and he was smiling and waving up at me. I smiled and gave him a small wave back as the music ended. He and the rest of the grid watched as I laughed and wiped tears and champagne from my face, Charles and George taking great pleasure in drenching me much to my protests. Everyone was happy to see me up there and they were all happy to see and be a part of history being made.

The festivities flew by and the champagne and my dehydrated body were not the best combinations, my tipsy giggles filling every interview and chat up and down the paddock. After a team photo and thanking my team and everyone in it personally, I made my way to my driver’s room for a moment of peace within the chaos. I was introverted and the socialising was wearing me out already. I got changed and sat down on the floor for a second, trying to process everything as tears streamed down my face. I was World Champion and I hadn’t come across a single person who wasn’t happy for me. I had shared champagne with Ted Kravitz, done a shoey with Ricciardo, gotten a hug from Jenson and had even been piggybacked down the paddock by Lewis.

I looked up at my door as a knock pulled me from my thoughts.

“Hey, you are right where I left you.” Max lent against the door smiling softly down at me. 

“Hey, how are you feeli- oh my god, what are you wearing?” Looking down, he had on a 2023 World Champion shirt, pastel purple with my racing number on it. “Toto gave me one, I thought you might enjoy it.”

He took a step closer and sat down on the ground with me. I reached my hand up to his face, barely brushing my fingers over the bandages on his neck. “Burns?” He nodded in response.

“I am so glad you got out alright. You scared the daylights out of me, Max. I never want to see anything bad happen to you.” I was leaning in closer to him.

“Is that what you said as you sent me into that tyre wall in WSK?” He chuckled, leaning his cheek against my raised hand.

“You need to let that go, Verstappen,” I smirked at him.

“I am so proud of you, Ace. You really deserved this championship and I know it will play on your brain so I will put it to rest. I was never going to have the pace to catch you again, regardless of the crash or not. You won… fair and square.”

“Thank you, Max, that means a lot from you. Someone did have to dethrone you at some point. I’m the lion now.” I winked at him playfully.

“I know I said I would take you out to celebrate but I may have lied a bit.” My heart sank. “I had to promise to go to the hospital after this in order to sneak out to see you so… any chance you would care to join me for a date to the emergency department?” He was joking but his voice wavered, uncertain of how I would respond.

“It would be my pleasure.” I stood, reaching my hand down for his, helping him to his feet. This time we didn’t let go as we collected our belongings and headed to the pitlane to say our final goodbyes.

As we walked, we stopped occasionally saying goodbye to people or thanking them for their well wishes.

“You know this means I am technically the breadwinner, Verstappen?” I looked over at him as we continued to walk. He ground to a halt, pulling my arm to send me tumbling to this chest, narrowly avoiding his sling.

“Shut up, Johnson.” He leaned in close to me, a cocky smile on his face.

“Just bloody kiss me already.” “Oh, fucking gladly.”

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audreyjohnson spend 5 hours sitting by his side in the hospital but it is now time to celebrate!

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danielricciardo congrats wdc! and congrats lovebirds

sharlfan2 the way i sobbed hearing her radio message today

maxverstappen wouldn’t want to do it with anyone else, champion

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[lets-try-some-writing]

An interesting au-ish scenario i thought up

Unicron: Earth the spark in this physical body at one point is going to go out. It is a smelter that needs to smelt or else the spark dies i should've made a better design but eh

Earth: Oh..

Unicron: I can with ease create myself a new vessel frame i will do that when your children kill out themselves fully and then you'll be able to transform and move freely

Moon: Then what?

Unicron: We travel the three of us together what else? I have many sights i want to show to the two of you in person. And space whales are worth listening to

Moon: *touched* ...Oh

Earth:  Aww..

Unicron: Ahem.. Cat lady and murderhobo are welcome to join in too if they want i suppose..The more the merrier.. or something ..

Just.. Death and his companions..  Traversing stars together.. Celestial travelers..(potential au name?)

And imagine the potential shenanigans.. It would be especially chaotic if Mars decided to tag along with his sparkling horde *Unicron voice* This is star dust *cue rover sparklings repeating star dust*

I can see this happening eventually.

Unicron will need to break from his slumber eventually. It is the way of the universe, and as Primus becomes more active, so too must Unicron in order to keep the scales even. By the time he actually rises from his slumber, Earth's children will have long since fled to the stars. Earth will be ready for her death. That is the way it was always meant to be. She was born to fill a vacuum, and with that vacuum quickly about to be filled, there would be no need for her.

But of course, in this happier future, Moon and Unicron will have long planned for this. Sweeping in just as he'd waited to do so for so long, Moon will rush to transform and begin working to pull Earth away from her father's frame. Unicron will assist in the effort by forcefully snapping away as much of his connection to Earth as possible, hopefully loosening her with a minimal amount of pain. It will still ache and pain her, but after so long resting and recovering from the burning of Cybertron, Moon will have the strength to pry her off of Unicron just in time for him to properly wake.

Earth, now free of Unicron's frame, will quickly attach herself to Moon. Merging will not be the most fun thing in the world, that with Earth's need to take energy from whomever serves as her host. However, once it is complete, Moon's mission will be complete, and finally the Titans present can deliberate on their next choice of action.

Unicron: The humans will lament the loss of their homeworld.

Moon: They can get over it. Earth shall endure no more pain with me. My citizens will care for the both of us.

Mars: That's all well and good, but what do we do now?

Pluto: I am still very on board with the idea of shooting that Unmaker.

Mars: Pluto, no. He's not insane anymore. I think the millennia spent in his time out box did him good.

Pluto: A bold statement from the one who has yet to let go of those rovers.

Earth: Enough... my children are scattered... I wish to see them... and travel the stars.

Unicron: And your wish shall be fulfilled. Long have you endured the threat of looming doom. But no longer. I shall not come for you this cycle daughter of mine.

Earth: You call me your... daughter?

Unicron: Of course. You are of me, and it is for you that I remain here so that I might show you the stars.

Moon: Took you long enough.

With the stars awaiting them, Unicron will travel alongside his Titan companions to show them the universe he and Primus worked to create. There will be no need to kill Primus just yet. That can come later... whenever the universe needs to be rebuilt from ash and dust. Let Earth and the rest see the place he and Primus created. There is no need to rush the end.

Death comes for all in good time.

#transformers #maccadam #transformers prime #alternate universe #unicron and earth au #u&e earth #unicron #u&e moon #u&e mars #u&e pluto

[gaym0m]

So I FUCKEN hate spiders. Like I’ll set myself in fire before dealing with one. That being said, here’s what I think Ellie, Deadite!Ellie, and Beth would do for their s/o who’s afraid of spiders cause there’s one in the corner of my room and I know it’s waiting for me to sleep which now I can’t. 

Warning: some cuss words. Spiders. Deadite Ellie attempting to eat the spider. Pre established relationships even with Deadite Ellie, to where they definitely kiss here and there. Uhh I dunno what else to be honest, lemme know if you find something I should tag, I tried to make this as gender neutral as possible but I’m too gay so sorry if there’s anything I missed 😭

Ellie:

Personally, I always Yelp/make a loud noise. Not really scream but like a wtf if wtf was a noise not a phrase so let’s say Ellie’s s/o did that.

Quickly she’d probably make her way into the room, not quite worried but definitely curious as to what that noise was.

Locking eyes on her s/o, who (if they are anything like me) would be standing in the opposite corner to the spider. Eyes wide open, non blinking and just staring daggers into the eight legged monster on the corner of the room.

One perfect eyebrow raised, Ellie would probably look up to try to see what’s so glare worthy however she didn’t have her glasses so she couldn’t see it too well.

Slowly she took a step towards the corner with the spider only for her s/o to jump and pull her back(can you tell this is super indulgent and self insert?)

“Nonononono! There’s a monster!” Of course whisper yell because what if the monster can understand them.

Cue the silent and confused staring from Ellie.

“Spider! There’s a fucken spider!” More whisper yelling, more panicked now.

Cue more silent staring, more of a ‘are you— serious?’ Now.

Followed by that tired motherly sigh.

Followed by yet another motherly (heroic if you ask me) act of Ellie (tall ass who can reach the corner of the ceiling) taking a shoe to the monster and killing it.

Immediate relief floods her s/o before she’s jumped on and kissed on every inch of her face s/o could reach.

“All that for a spider? Huh might have to kill them more.” Flustered Ellie, flustered (happy) s/o and thankfully dead spider.

Deadite!Ellie

Honestly, I’m not a pro with Deadite writing but with so many decomposing bodies and other stuff— there’s definitely spiders crawling around.

Granted, at that point s/o probably has bigger issues to deal with (like the possessed Ellie trying so hard to get her hands on them).

However every self help book states that when your life is in disarray or out of control, take into control what you can and ignore the rest.

Of course self help books are bullshit and in no way help with a possessed girlfriend and a spider/animal infested apartment building.

S/o is probably just hiding somewhere, praying Deadite!Ellie would get bored or give up or something literally anything except continue to run her nails down the wood of the door that stood between the two.

Somehow, an eight legged monster standing a few feet from s/o’s feet was more scary than the Deadite standing outside the door.

With a sudden burst of energy, s/o ran out the door as if the devil himself had cussed her out.

Deadite Ellie immediately turned to her, excitement making her dead blue eyes light up like Christmas lights.

However she realized something was wrong, normally her precious s/o would tease her for much longer than this, and as soon as they made it behind a door they would rarely (if ever) come out willingly.

Especially with Ellie still there.

Ellie stared at her s/o, the urge to pounce was so strong yet her curiosity stood stronger.

Her rotten head turned towards the bathroom, not finding a single thing wrong— at least in her head.

Then her precious made a noise, a noise that drover her crazy (as if she wasn’t crazy enough) but it also made her decomposing blood boil.

Because the noise wasn’t for her, but for a. . . a—

Growling, Ellie struggled to remember the name of her current rival.

Instead of dwelling on it, she reached for the creature. Picking it up and waving it around as if to try and tease some of the most lovely noises from her s/o.

Unfortunately her s/o was frozen, unable to move and unable to even whimper.

Growing annoyed quickly, Ellie lifted the monster towards her lips, ready to eat the disgusting creature.

“ELLIE BIXLER I SWEAR IF YOU EAT THAT ILL NEVER COME BACK—“

. . . S/o and Ellie had no idea they could scream so loudly— it actually stung the Deadlites ears.

Almost like a kicked puppy, Ellie pulled the spider from her face and stared at her s/o as if waiting for instructions.

“P-please just crush it and . . . And toss it in the trash or something just don’t eat it and keep it away from me.”

Happily Ellie did as told, probably (definitely) expecting some reward.

She may have gotten some kisses… your choice.

Beth

From the start, Beth had tried to been a total badass in-front of her s/o.

It was like she was trying to make them fall for her, not really realizing how smitten they already were for her.

It had been a random night, they had just finished a show and had returned to their hotel room.

They’re had been playfully giggles, jokes and kisses here and there as they got ready to sleep for the fun day they had planned.

However, all the happiness crashed down on s/o when they noticed a spider in the corner of the bed.

Covering their mouth as too avoid a scream too loud, s/o let out a muffed scream.

Beth immediately made her way out of the bathroom and into the room, her pocket knife in hand (talk about wanna be).

“What’s wrong?”

“Spider!”

Blink blink . . .

“What?”

“SPIDER! KILL IT.”

For a second, Beth felt her face drain of blood.

Ellie always killed the spiders for her— but independence meant killing the spiders yourself

Or in this case for her s/o

So with trembling hands, Beth took a deep breath and grabbed one of her heavy boots and with a quick movement she—

MISSED?!

THE SPIDER IS RUNNING ON THE WALL

CUE BOTH BETH AND S/O SCREAMING

“KILL IT KILL IT.”

“I CANT. IM SCARED.”

Beth has never been able to make a shrilled scream, until that exact moment.

Between all the panic, the spider got away

There wasn’t really a thought process. Both s/o and Beth just grabbed their bags and speed to the other band members room.

In the end they forced the guys to switch rooms with them and slept clinging to each-other and taking turns to check for spiders.

I hope y’all liked this, started it last night and finished it during my work break 😂 lemme know if this is good or if I should do 2nd person instead.

#ellie evil dead rise #beth bixler #beth evil dead rise #beth evil dead rise x reader #Ellie evil dead rise x reader #Deadite!ellie #Deadite!Ellie x reader #tw:spiders #ellie bixler #alyssa sutherland #lily sullivan

[targaryen-realness]

Witching chapter 4

Title: Witchling

Pairing: Osferth x Druidess!Reader

Warnings: Canon depiction of violence, mention of slavery, wounds and scars, magic, historical innacuracy (sorry medieval Scotland is not my specialty), talk about faith and christianity. The reader is fem but there is no physical description except for the fact she is a scot from the Highlands. Spoilers for season 3 of the Last Kingdom. 

for this chapter: suicidal thoughts, strong use of magic, not very christian friendly (sorry), slight nsfw 

Summary: As they are riding away from Winchester, Osferth and Lord Uhtred’s group come across a mysterious woman. She needs help but the power within her is obvious. Captivated, Osferth hopes she will stay, but as Uhtred asks her to travel with them, he cannot help but wonder what is going on in his lord’s head.

Notes: Thank you for the love on the previous chapters! Sorry for the delay on this one but I’ve been writing the Aemond fic too haha Hope you will like it!

Tags: @lugiastark @afro-hispwriter @aphroditesmoon @carlottalhn @dothrckis @mynameisbaby9

“We are leaving for Coccham”

You were already preparing your horse when Osferth told you you were all leaving soon. You knew Uthred would not want to stay any longer in Winchester, only wanting to return to his home. You were happy to leave, the charm of Winchester having worn off very fast after your night here. 

“I know. Do you need help to pack things for the children?”

You had returned late into the night, and had gone to sleep almost immediately. You were drained from your energy and you slept without a dream. You had woken up with a very curious Stiorra watching you, waiting for you to say something. 

He had not said a thing about yesterday, and had not asked you any question. You could see the sadness on his face and you felt helpless. 

“Were you close? With lady Gisela?”

“Were you close? With lady Gisela?”

He seemed surprised but nodded, handing you a bag at the same time. 

“When I left the monastery, I did not know where to go. She was always good to me, she cared for me and allowed me to stay in her home. I liked her a lot” 

He was such a good soul, you thought. Then you realised he probably never had a mother and it suddenly made sense. She was the first woman to ever open her arms to him in a motherly way. Your heart broke for him as you remembered the feeling of your mom’s arms around you, the gentle way she would caress your head, kiss your cheeks. 

“She sounds like a great person. 

-She truly was. People were not kind to her here, because she was not a christian, but at heart she was kinder than most christians I’ve met.”

The words resonated in the room and you looked at him shocked. 

“You do not mind? Your friends being heathens? 

-Absolutely not. As long as they are good people, and they are, I do not care for their faith.”

He licked his lips finally looking at you. 

“I thought that if you did not like me, it was because of this. Of the fact I am a druidess.”

He seemed taken aback by your statement, his mouth closing and opening but no words seemed to come out. 

“I do not hate you Y/n”

You released the breath you did not know you were holding. 

“I never said you hated me, I said dislike.

-Well I do not dislike you. Quite the opposite”

It was your turn to look like a fish out of the water. He chuckled when he saw your expression but did not say a thing. 

“Thank you” you blurted out without thinking. 

“For what? 

-Since I’ve been with you all, I feel like I can be myself again. After what happened, I thought I would stay sad all my life, that I would never move on. I don’t think that anymore. So thank you, for not letting me die on the side of the road, and for caring for me. I care for you too”

You had said way more than you wanted to, but it felt good, for it to finally come out. He smiled at you and you felt your cheeks getting warm. He was so pretty. More than any man should be allowed to be. His smile lit up his face and it did not help you could see the slight blush on his cheeks. 

“We should keep packing. Lord Uhtred will be back soon”

And you did, in silence mostly, trying not to act too awkwardly. You could not help the smile that was stretching your lips. It was Finan that disrupted that blissful moment with his loud voice:

“We have a problem, everyone in the house now”. 

“You killed him? How did you even do that?”

You were speechless as you were walking back and forth in the living room under the gaze of Osferth and Uhtred. 

“I told you what he said. 

-I do not blame you for hitting him. I do not blame you at all actually. It’s just, you are a very unlucky man”

He looked at you, a look of desperation mixed with anger that made you lift your hands in sign of surrender.

“I made this for you today. Maybe it will help a little. It won’t fix your predicament but it’s supposed to protect you.”

You approached him and put the necklace around his neck. It was similar to your own, but it was a different Ogham that ornate the front of the wood pendant. You kept the piece of wood in your hand for a second before saying a word under your breath. You let it fall back on his chest and he looked at it uncertainly. 

“Have a little faith, Uhtred of Bebbanburg, you are starting to make me question myself. 

-I would not dare” he answered, taking Stiorra in his arms. You pinched her cheek playfully as she smiled at you. 

“Maybe I should make you one too, would you like that?”

She nodded sweetly and you smiled back. Uhtred’s children were courageous, for sure. The chaos in their life did not seem to phase them as much as you would have thought. For that, you only had admiration for them. 

“Sister Hild!”,Uhtred, the oldest son of Uhtred, shouted. 

You turned around to see the abbess enter the house. She simply chuckled and led the boy toward his bed. 

“Lord, there can be no bloodshed. They are throwing insults out there, but they will soon tire of that.”

She smiled at Stiorra and called for her, the little girl hopping off of her father’s lap toward the abbess. 

“There will not be bloodshed” he answered and you looked at Osferth, worried for the lord. 

The sadness and tiredness in his voice was obvious. In a matter of days he had endured more than a lot of men could have put up with. 

“You should say that to Steapa. His head is hurting from thinking.”, Abbess Hild said. She looked as lost as the rest of you. 

“Is there a solution? 

-I did nothing wrong. 

-Uhtred”, she sounded exasperated. 

“You killed a monk. A holy man, and not for the first time”

You wanted to ask if that horrible man being a monk was really that important. He was still a horrible man, cruel and vile. He had said things about Gisela, and you apparently that were so degrading, Uhtred had not even repeated them to you when he came back. It was still funny to see how christians were able to categorise the importance of life. Being a holy man could be a cover for being the most atrocious monster that earth has ever borne. The reality was that now everyone in Winchester knew you were no christian, and that everyone had lied for you. You were not safe here. 

“The real question is why in god's name, is she still here? And her too? Two witches inside your house, really. 

-I am not your concern, witch”, answered Skade, and you almost laughed. 

“I did not intend to kill the monk, nor do I regret it. 

-It was fate”, finished Skade. You doubted it was fate. Everything happened for a reason, that was what you had been told since you were a child, but it did not mean you could not question it. 

“Fetch Beocca. Ask him to bring the demands of the King.

-I will tell Beocca that you are ready to talk and to listen. Be sure that you do.” 

She turned her head toward Skade and said: “It would help if you cut her throat”

Abbess Hild did not look at you, but you still felt the pressure of the blade on your throat. 

“He cannot.” she marked a pause, her next words resonating in a sinister manner, “He dare not”. 

The silence was heavy once sister Hild was out. You could feel the eyes of Skade, not looking away from Uhtred. She was plunging her claws deeper in his flesh each passing days. You were scared you were not acting fast enough. 

“Tonight Lord… You will break your oath to Alfred. You will have-

-Quiet. I have enough of your voice”

The words came out of your mouth before you could stop them. 

“It is a new beginning. 

-We do not care about what you have to say. 

-You do not? I am sure the lord will be happy to know you knew about his wife’s death but did not say anything”

The silence that followed her statement almost crushed you. You did not let your eyes leave her face, you did not dare to look at Uhtred or worse, Osferth. 

“I did not know she was gonna die. 

-You did. You told the other dane on our way to Winchester.” she smiled at you. 

“There is a difference between smelling death and knowing something will happen” you turned toward Uhtred who was looking at you, lost. 

“I did not know exactly. I could not have told you even if I wanted to. And when I understood, it did not matter anymore”

He did not say anything, but Skade had succeeded. Osferth had turned around on his chair, avoiding you, and Uhtred was doing everything in his power to avoid your mere presence. You found yourself in another room, Stiorra sleeping near you as you were munching on a piece of meat. You heard father Beocca enter the house but did not care to listen. The only thing you could tell was that as the voice increased in volume, the tears rolling down your cheeks also did. The little girl looked at you, probably awakened by the screams.

“Why are you crying?” she asked, her sweet voice making you smile and whip your cheeks. 

“Sorry, I’m just a bit sad. That happens sometimes.

-I’m sad too. Everyone is sad lately. 

-I know. I am sorry about your mom.”

You were expecting cries but no, she looked at you and in her eyes you saw the deep sadness she was hiding so well. 

“I didn’t want her to die. It’s unfair”

You sat on her bed, not knowing if it was appropriate for you to do. You took the little girl in your arms, doing your best to comfort her. She hugged you back, and the little sobs that you could hear from her almost broke your heart. 

“I know. But your mom would be very proud of you. You are being very brave”

You caressed her hair gently, soothing her the best you could. You did not know how much time had passed while you hugged the little girl but you finally heard the door open and turned around to see Finan. 

“We need to go”

His eyes lingered on you and the little girl before he closed the door. You put Stiorra back to bed, caressed her hair one last time and closed the door gently. Sihtric, Finan and Osferth were looking at you, Uhtred was gone. 

“Uhtred is gone, he will come back with a new agreement or we will have to flee. 

-Are we going to leave the children there ? 

-They are not at risk. We are, especially you, now that everyone knows you are no christian.”

Finan had said this in a tone he has never used to address you before. It was harcher and colder. You gulped, trying to find the comforting eyes of Osferth or Sihtric. 

“You think I have something to do with Gisela’s death? That I saw it? Could have prevented it maybe?”

They did not answer. 

“There is nothing I could have done to save her because I was on the other side of the kingdom. I knew she was dead, that’s all I saw. I did not ask for this. 

-All you have to do is break this curse! Then you will be free to go wherever you want!

-How can I do that inside a christian fortress! All I’m asking is a couple of hours in a forest! Then I’ll get the answers you want and will disappear from your life forever. You will not need to worry about me anymore.”

Your words seemed to take Finan and Osferth by surprise as Sihtric stayed impassive. You turned around and left, seeking your bag with the little belongings that you had left. You returned to the main room and heard a commotion outside. Uhtred stumbled inside and you saw the blood dripping down of him. 

“We need to leave right now.

-You’re hurt”

He took your wrist and dragged you outside. 

“Wait Uhtred!” 

You were pushed against your horse and without a word you mounted it. You could not think about anything, the only thing you remembered from this moment was the loud noise of the horses hooves and the screams of the men that were hunting you down. You had no idea how many hours you raced through Wessex like this. You had no idea where you were supposed to go. You were lost, amongst men that you once thought could be your friends, but that now seemed to be so far away from you. You were riding at the back, between two men you did not know the name of. You were lost in thought, sadness and loneliness were plagging you. You had almost forgotten the feeling. Now, on top of this you were scared for your life. You were not afraid that Uhtred would kill you, you know he would not. He was leading you to your certain death though. You were making your way to the danes. To Gorn probably. You knew that the moment he saw you he would kill you. You were contemplating slitting your own throat before he could get to you. You prayed for the entire ride. Lugh, the god you worshipped and to whom you had dedicated your life, stayed silent. So far away from your sacred land, could he even hear you? You had felt him there in Wessex, during Gisela’s funeral. You knew it. You thought of the pendant around the lord’s neck. Maybe you should not have given such an artefact to a man you barely knew. Maybe putting your life on the line for men who were using you wasn’t the best idea. For a moment you contemplated running away. Where would you go? With what silver? In what direction? The reality was that you were the safest here. It was a terrifying thought. And what about your promise? You were not the kind to break your engagements. You were a woman of your words, you had been raised with honour, and you will not break it. Even if it meant you were going to die. You were distracted by the conversation between Skade and Uhtred, and the piercing voice of the witch. 

“Then you will remain cursed!”

No one said anything but you saw Uhtred tense. The Lord was going to die if it kept going. Your bad feeling kept getting worse as you saw his state deteriorating with the hours that passed. You were seated around a fire, not with Uhtred and the others but with Skade. They were talking, and with the weak light of the fire you were able to see Uhtred’s ashy face. 

“Did they already get bored of you?”

You ignored her. Getting closer from the fire, seeking its warmth. 

“You are powerful, I will give you that.” you told her finally.

“My gods are not to mess with.”

In your head you were chanting the name of Eochu Ollathir, god of the sciences and protector of the druids and druidesses, and his daughter Brigid, guardian of the purifier fire. The fire became increasingly warmer, almost too much, and when you plunged your hand into it, owning a gasp from the men that were seated nearby, you did not feel the heat, or even the pain that you should have felt. Everyone was silent, even Uhtred and his circle, when you said: 

“Mine are not either”. 

You stood up and left for the forest that was all around you. You needed to be alone with your thoughts. You walked in the same direction far enough that you could still see the weak light of the fires, but enough so that they could not see you. Your goal was not to get lost. You sat on a rock and contemplated your surroundings. The cold wind was caressing your face, as you lifted your head you admired the night sky. The stars were shining like you had rarely seen them. For a second you felt yourself transported back to the Highlands, to the mountains of your childhood, to the orange and yellow forests that you loved so dearly. To the lake that reflected that very same sky you were looking at. You felt the tears slide down your cheeks but you could not stop staring. You smiled at the fond memories as the feeling of homesickness settled in. 

“Are you okay Y/n?”

It was the sweet voice of Osferth that got you out of your reverie. You turned around, whipping out your tears as fast as you could. 

“Are you crying?”

He seemed so sad for you. You could hear it in his tone, see it on his face, in the way he walked toward you to sit on the same rock as you. 

“You should not have come here ? What will the others think ?”

Your voice was trembling and you did not dare to look him in the eyes. 

“They won’t think anything. I think you scared them all to death.”

You laughed at that, trying to make it sound as sincere as possible. 

“Did I scare you too?”

You turned around and smiled at him, and you saw in his eyes he did not believe that fake smile for a second. His hands were fidgeting on his lap the last time you had looked at them, so you could not have helped the little move of surprise that you had when one of his knuckles gently caressed your cheek. You realised you were still crying. The feeling of his skin against yours was something you could not describe, but you were hypnotised. You did not realise you were so close to him, the heat of his body burning you more than the fire you had put your hand into a few moments ago. His eyes, blue like the most beautiful spring sky, were reflecting the same intensity as yours. 

“I am not scared of you Y/n. I think you are a gift from god. This is the only explanation. An angel.”

He almost whispered it. You were coming closer, eyes still not leaving his, but you were now feeling his hot breath against your cold skin. 

“If the church says otherwise, I will tell them they are wrong. If you are a demon, then maybe I am not worshipping the right god”

The weight of his words was heavy on your shoulder except the guilt of deflecting an honest man from his faith would be a thing you will have to deal with later. Because right now you wanted to kiss him. You wanted to kiss this man until he was tired of you because you were not sure you would be able to one day be tired of him. So you did. You pressed your lips against his. He did not push you away but he froze against your body. 

“I’m sorry I-

-No! Please”

It had come out in a pleading tone, and the red on his cheeks was a good indicator of his desperation. So you kissed him again, and again. His lips were surprisingly soft, and you loved every second of those kisses. You felt yourself get more heated, that familiar pressure in the pit of your stomach slowly settling in. 

“Y/n” he whimpered against your lips. 

You loved it when he said your name. When he said it, screamed it, whispered it, and even more when he was saying it as if you were some sort of deity he was devoting himself to. 

“We should go back” you said. If you kept going, you knew it would be more and more difficult to back down. 

“Give me a minute.” he said averting your gaze. “Just to catch my breath”

You raised an eyebrow in question, but you understood. 

“Oh”

You chuckled and he looked at you offended. You caressed his right cheek gently, trying to contain your laughter. 

“Do you want me to stay or do you need some alone time?”

He looked exasperated, but you could see the hint of a smile on his lips. 

“Go away from me temptress.”

You laughed again before kissing him one last time. He looked dumbfounded and you were delighted by his expression. 

“You are not helping me. 

-Maybe I don’t want to”

You walked away, your heart feeling lighter than it had when you made the same path before. When you stepped back into the camp, all eyes were on you, especially Finan’s. 

“Where is Osferth?

-He is coming back soon, don't worry.”

He looked at you suspiciously. 

“I did not kill him and bury his corpse in the forest Finan, you can sleep soundly.”

Sihtric laughed at that and you could see the corner of Finan’s mouth lifting.

“I’m sorry. To be honest I don’t really know why I am even apologising. But if you had the impression I broke your trust, I didn't mean to.” 

They looked at you surprised. 

“If I had the ability to help Gisela, I would have done so. But I couldn’t.”

You did not wait for an answer and left them to think. You did not see Uthred on your way to the fire where you were sitting previously. Skade was not there either and for some reason, it made the absence of the lord even more worrisome. 

#the last kingdom #the last kingdom fanfic #osferth x reader #osferth the last kingdom #uhtred the last kingdom #finan the last kingdom #sihtric the last kingdom #reader insert #witch!reader #ewan mitchell

[vamxxpire]

Post-Training (18+)

Mare Barrow x Tiberias “Cal” Calore VII

(AO3 | Masterlist)

Summary: A routine between Mare and Cal.

Warnings ⚠️ : Mild dom/sub undertones if you squint again, awkward ish and a little cringe

Wc: 5.7k

A/n: Hi omg ignore any typos, I’m too tired to keep on rereading this lol.

My routine remained the same,

Wake up. Morning run with Cal. Sneak in some Theory. Go to Stormhill. Train with the other Electricons. Go home.

Speaking of pent up energy, after our muddy exchange in the woods, it became norm to see each other outside of our normal routine.

It was easy. No one asks when the lighting girl and exiled prince run off somewhere after training and the soldiers don’t question when I step into their bunker in the middle of the day. At least that’s what I tell myself. I could care less what anyone else thought or saw. Especially after being broadcasted by the king so often and subjected to the eyes of millions.

My muscles ache, throbbing painfully as I make my way down the uneven dirt. Electricity hums dully in my twitching fingertips, sizzling as I try to smooth down my curly hair that stood up at the static. My face was flushed with exhaustion and I squint my eyes at the small crowd of people in the circular arena, far from the hill. I search through the specks of people, looking for Cal. Sometimes he spends his time here; Watching Newbloods train, steadily studying the new wave of abilities and offering feed back. Just like a soldier raised and trained for war would. But I don’t find him through the crowd which gives me an idea of where he’s at instead.

Cal at first watched me train with the others uphill, but after a purple strike of lighting getting too close for my comfort, I urged him to not tag along anymore. After a few stubborn huffs followed by his Arguing-with-Mare stance; Crossed arms over his chest, and a convincing kiss— He now spends his time training, watching fights in the arena, or waiting for me back in his bunker. Now I feel my cheeks heat up for different reasons.

The other Electricons, mainly Ella, are having a conversation. I don’t pay too much attention to it, focusing more on trying to not collapse on the ground crunching under me. The ringing in my ears begin to wear down, but is quickly pushed back and gone as my attention is brought to a shadow in the corner of my eye. Suddenly I feel someone pat at my back, and I crane my neck to glance at them. Ella merely glances down at me, standing only a few inches taller than me.

“You did pretty good today as well Mare! Make sure to rest up,” she eyes my form for a second, a knowing look across her face. I must look like hell right now, I tell myself. I nod courtly as I steady my breath, “Yeah. I will.” Is all I can say for now, offering a small nod of politeness. I feel her hand leave my back, small crackling sounds following along her retracting touch.

With that, the other Electricons and I part our ways; leaving me to finish up my daily routine.

The walk to Cal’s from the hill isn’t so bad, I find it long, but bearable. Initially I hated it. My mind found ways to worry itself or be pulled into past memories of Maven, the white prison he kept me in, Shade, or the other Newbloods lost. Ones who will be lost.

These days I no longer mind it; With all the training I do in a day, and the strain on my body, I find myself too tired to be entertaining any worries. Now I enjoy the walks, finding it a perfect opportunity to regain my energy spent uphill for Cal and whatever trick he has up his sleeve. Or for what my impulsive brain decides on.

I pull my thoughts far away with a weak stretch of my limbs, enjoying the stinging running through me. It feels nice to train again, the dull pain makes me feel alive. After a few more seconds and popping of joints; The familiar building coming into view makes me drop my arms to my side, and suddenly my feet shuffle themselves quickly, nearly tripping over each other as they’re eager to find the him.

After all the analyzing I had to do in the Whitefire Palace, it was easy to memorize my way to his room right off the bat. I turned a corner, passing various rooms as quietly as possible.

Some doors were open, small glances of other’s sleeping quarters. Tiny pockets of life. Majority of them had multiple soldiers, bed bunks in the dull-colored rooms. I wince at the thought of falling off the top bunk, and find myself grateful I don’t sleep in one of these small spaces. Other rooms were empty, the lighting outside being shinned through a singular window and illuminated its lack of soldiers. Yet. I feel my brain tug itself at the idea of war, the Lakelanders, Norta. I force myself to look ahead after turning another quick corner, having no time to entertain such ideas.

I step in front of Cal’s small room, lazily twisting the doorknob with a flick of my wrist. There’s no need for me to knock or make myself known to the person inside, no one else but me would enter his room so casually. Or at all. My eyes automatically go to the corner, where his bed is shoved against the grey wall. I find the prince on the singular bed; His back propped up against some thin pillows with a book in hand.

He wears clean clothes, a thin shirt with loose jogging pants. Cal’s sleeping quarters were different from the others, his bed was against the far end of the room and wasn’t a bunk. But all the while, it still remained narrow.

No other soldiers shared a room with him, which in retrospect, made sense. No one wants to be in close range with a Prince that drags heat everywhere he goes, especially in the middle of Summer. No one but me at least.

With the extra space, even if it was barely anything, he had a small desk with a lamp propped up its surface. He looks up from his reading, practically lighting up at the sight of me entering.

“Hey, how was training?” He asks enthusiastically, closing the book with a quick motion and moving the bottom half of his body to stand.

I groan as I close the door behind me, exaggerating my reaction but betraying it with a curl of my lips. “Tiring. Did some more Storm lighting with Ella.” I kneel down with a pop of a bone, wincing as I quickly began unlacing my boots and loosing up the material.

“Wasn’t so bad though. What are you reading?” I asked him, pulling myself back up slowly and kicking off my footgear near the entrance. He placed the book on the nightstand, with a nonchalant shrug making his way slowly to me.

“Something Julian lent me. Wanted to learn more about what he’s researching.” To learn more about Newbloods, to study them. As if sensing my thoughts he adds on, “Just curious to what he’s been discovering. Exciting work my uncle’s doing honestly.”

When close enough, he reached a lazy hand to wrap around my waist. With the thin cotton of my clothes, made to be refreshing in the Summer heat of Piedmont, it was easy to feel the torch in his hands.

I hum, “Gotta go one day to visit him and Sara,” I replied back.

He nods to me, a small smile forming, “That would be nice. Those two need to be pulled out of the lab for a while.” Cal answered, angling his head to kiss at the top of my head softly, the other hand sneaking its way to massage the nape of my neck. He shuffled closer to me, his hand at my waist tugging at me to bring me forth, but quickly was stilled when I placed a hand against his abdomen. I pushed him back softly.

“Cal, I’m all sweaty and gross right now.” I offer gently, trying to sound stern. He scowls, looking almost as if I’ve insulted him, “I’ve seen you in worst conditions, Barrow.” He grumbled out. I scrunch up my nose in distaste, remembering the various states we’ve been in before, being brought back to the Notch. “That’s different, though,” I answered back, planting my feet firm against the cement floor. He tilts his head to the side, stepping forward; Attempting once more.

My body reacts faster than I do, and without thinking I step back, keeping the same open space between us. Yet it close enough so that his hands still remained on me, neither of us wanting to truly break apart our contact. “And what’s so different now?” He plays dumb, pretending he doesn’t know what I’m talking about. It’s different because we weren’t sleeping with each other back then. I want to snap back, but the words cling to my cowardly tongue.

“Come on, you know what I mean.” I retaliate, taking a few more steps back when he pushed himself more, feeling the hard wall bump against the back of my clothed feet. If he really felt like it he could pull me into his embrace, and if I wanted, I could break out of it.

We do neither. We’re enjoying this game of push and pull, trying to convince the other.

Cal looms over me, forcing me to look up and match his gaze. The hand at my neck found itself flat against the wall, forearm pressed over my head; Sucessfully caging me in with him. No escape now.

“Actually, I don’t follow along.” He says lowly, blunt fingers at my waist finding my training pants. I’m reminded of the storm from a few days prior, being pressed up against the dark oak tree similarly to how he did right now. It brings back memories, the all-too-familiar feeling between my legs returning as it had in various other occasions the past few days.

My face flushed, heart pounding loudly in my ears. No matter how many times we repeat this dance, I still find myself tripping over some of the notes. And I could say the same for him; Even on as the setting sun’s light hit his back, casting a shadow over his front view and me, I could still pick out the specks of silver on his cheeks. But with the practice; The prince grew more confident these couple of days, finding himself comfortable initiating.

My mind raced, trying to come up with something but not being satisfied with whatever answer pops up. Instead I bite my bottom lip, the push against his stomach my hand provided going limp as he wins our little game. He catches on to this, and successfully pulls himself forward, dangerously close to me. If he has any plans of stopping whatever this leads to, I see none. And hope he doesn’t.

“So? Want to fill me in?” He asks, face hovering over mine. My eyes dart, landing on his lips as he spoke. I pull them back to his eyes when I realized he wasn’t going to continue. My tongue darts out to wet my lips nervously, my hand trailing down from his abdomen to the start of his loose pants. His body responds to my touch under his clothing, the muscles twitching as the pads of my fingertips trailed downwards.

“I don’t know.” I whispered, my mind honestly not focused on entertaining him or answering the question. Now it’s his turn to give up on the conversation, instead humming as he kissed the side of my head.

“Oh yeah?” He whispered back, pulling his head away to look at me. His lips were merely inches apart from mine. So close. “So you don’t mind if I continue, even if you’re ‘all sweaty and gross’?” He asked in hushed, but smooth voice, repeating my excuse from earlier.

Suddenly the ache and soreness of my muscles are gone, and it takes everything in me to not jump at him, claw the clothes off his defined form, dirty him up with my own figure, until only our bodies were the only things keeping us apart.

And that’s exactly what I’ll be doing.

So I don’t fight the urge at all, closing the space between us in a swift motion.

Cal moans into the kiss, his gentle tugs at my waist from earlier turning stronger while he pulled my waist off the wall and crushed my hips against his. Both his hands were now at my sides, keeping me at a tight hold. His muscled thigh found itself on its designated spot, and easily came in between my own. It pressed upward against my groin, making me gasp against his lips. He swallowed down any noise that escape my loosened mouth, his tongue working against mine in a desperate and hungry manner. As much he tried to taunt, painting a picture of a calm and level headed man; The desperation in his touch was quite contrasting with the teasing.

With a harsh motion of his hands, he drew my hips forward, dragging me against his leg and forcing me to pull away from the kiss as my breath hitched. A trail of saliva connects the both of us, quickly broken when a grunt leaves me from another delicious drag of my body. I pulled my head down to look at what he’s doing.

With strong arms and hands secured at my hips; He maneuvered me easily, practically gliding me over his clothed leg as if I were nothing. My hands flew up to his forearms on my sides, gripping for some type of stability. I breathed heavily, my thighs around his singular one twitching and squeezing the leg — He continued to rock me against him in steady motions. It drove me crazy, it was enough to feel good, but merely just that. It did no help in feeding the crackling static at my gut that grew tighter; Making whatever I was searching for was out of reach. At this pace I wouldn’t get what I wanted. I wanted more. Needed more.

I look back up, catching how he raised his eyes under my gaze; Enjoying the attention. “Feels good?” He mumbled, another blunt drag to emphasize his question. I shamelessly whine, my fingers digging into his flesh briefly. I laid my head against his shoulder, his hunched figured against my cheek giving me a comfortable position to look up at him.

“Please.” I manage to communicate in between heavy breaths, answering his question with a plead. I hoped he caught on to my silent want, in whatever I needed right now; Because I wasn’t quite sure what I wanted in particular. I needed whatever he was willing to give me.

The muscle in his cheek twitches, fighting back a smile. He just looks at me, as if bored, and trailed me against him particularly slow. It makes me squirm, and I bite my lip to hold back any sound as he drags out the sensation.

“Please what?” He asks in a sweet tone, making it my turn to scowl disapprovingly at him. I have no time for games anymore. “Cal.” I groaned out, patience wearing thin. He laughs, eyes squinting as mischief flickered in the bronze color, showing no hint of backing down. He nudged his face close to the shell of my ear, sending vibrations through it as he spoke, “I thought we agreed on being more truthful with one another, Barrow.” He teases. He was right. The lack of retreat makes me swallow down a pool of saliva in my mouth. My mouth opens quicker than I can react, words spilling out before they can even form in my head.

“I need more. Come on Cal. You know I do.” I responded, voice hushed and quick. I half surprised myself at how desperate his name comes out, sounding different; As if I haven’t been indulged by him in a while. Truth is, I find myself always wanting more despite how sated I get left everyday by him. It’s become a norm for me to beg the exiled Prince, apparently. A clueless moth daring to fly itself closer to the flame.

“There we go.” He mutters against my skin, pressing tender kisses over my cheek. They trail down lazily to my jaw, then neck. Which each kiss, painful bites adorning me. More of his teeth graced downwards; Every hint of teeth pulling a hiss from me. But just as quick, he kisses whatever skin he damages, making me sigh out happily. He sucks what exposed skin he can find, too lazy to pull my shirt off just yet; Slowly sinking down to his knees and leaning back on his heels as his fingers prod the dark fabric that are my pants.

I stare down at him with a puzzled look, eyes searching him for any explanation. At this angle and our height difference, he’s perfectly aligned at my crotch. The gears in my head finally click in place and begin a smooth circular motion, turning my confusion into a pleasant shock.

I gasp at the realization, watching him tug at the material and pull them down harshly. He pats at the outer section of my thigh, silently asking to help. Catching on; I hesitantly raise a foot, letting him tug a leg free from both my pants and wet underwear. He shifts his attention to do the same to the other leg, but doesn’t reach all the way through, leaving it halfway down my calf. A bad habit we’ve formed, never fully undressing. Though, even as I still had the articles of clothing on; I’ve never felt more exposed under his watchful eyes.

My heart thumps heavily in my chest, watching him intently as a trembling hand finds itself in the locs of his hair. “Cal.” I whisper his name for the millionth time today; This one is unsure, but a sliver of curiosity can’t help but find its way through my voice.

He looks up through lidded eyelids, and winks at me. “Just trust me,” He answers back with a smile, rough hands sliding up my bare legs and wrenching them open with ease. A choked sound leaves me, feeling very bare and naked. Embarrassment grew, my face feeling impossibly hot as blood bubbles up.

He presses quick kisses on the inner section of my thighs, sucking harshly occasionally and making bruised skin blossom beneath his pecks. I steal in a breath, trying to calm the drumming in my chest, threatening to tear me apart. With every kiss my legs jolt; The nerves under my skin pump with electricity begging to be released. Cal’s fingers squeeze against the plush skin, making his grip sure against me. For a moment I’m afraid he’ll get shocked, a pulse dangerous close to the skin he touches. I stare at him, eyes darting all over his figure as he focused more on what’s in front of him. He presses one last kiss on one of my inner thighs, much closer to my aching pussy.

Before I can process it, his dives himself quickly to my groin, mouth opening to wrap itself around it. All worries that previously clouded my head were gone, replaced by the sunny warmth of his tongue. It spreads through me in crashing waves that make my body stiffen, engulfing me in a fiery heat. I groan softly when I feel his tongue lap up at my entrance, moving to drag itself in between my folds, lastly reaching at my clit and circling. My grip on Cal’s hair tightens, fighting back the urge to sit on his face and get devoured properly. He reluctantly closes his eyes to concentrate.

The motions of his tongue is repeated, starting the process all again and making the muscle in my legs strain. His mouth makes wet noises as it works against my bottom half, the vulgarity of it all making my head spin and the room feel unbearably Hot. The balmy sensation clings to my skin, and I don’t notice the slow palm trailing up my thigh.

With a gasp; Cal pulls his face back, chin covered in slick that glistened under the warm orange and red sunlight. Before I can speak, mouth open to throw some sort of question, his fingers replace his mouth and he drags his index and middle one from my clit to my entrance in a singular motion, coating them with slick. I suck in a breath, pulsing static running up from weak legs to the very top of my head. The hairs on my body stand on pointed ends, similarly to whenever I train on Stormhill. Whatever snarky words were ready to leave me, find themselves caught in my throat; Swallowed down.

With no resistance, he pushed both fingers drenched with wetness inside. Somehow it feels more overwhelming than the previous times he done it, maybe because this is the first time his face was so close to something so intimate of mine. Or maybe from the previous teasing, my body so desperately wanting to let go. I groan out loudly as my knees buckle, threatening to fall.

Cal’s free hand, now at my hips, holds me in place. He watches me with blown out pupils, lips parted as he caught his breath. He wastes no time, pulling his fingers back for a brief moment before ramming them back inside and settling into a brutally quick pace.

My mouth drops again, trying to process the fast motions of his wrist while pathetic sounds get pulled out of me. I grunt when squelching sounds fill the room, much louder than the sounds of his tongue against me, but not enough to drown out my voice. He leans forward again, his mouth latching onto my bundle of nerves as he fingered me. Fat, eager tears swelled up in my eyes, making my vision blurry. His tongue swirls at the bud, making my hips buck into his mouth involuntarily before I’m stopped; His free hand’s grip on me tightens, and he stills me, restraining my movement. I tug at Cal’s hair in response, pulling at the strands as his mouth created a suction. He groans lowly at the pull of his hair, sending a delicious wave of vibrations through me and forcing me to hunch over as even more moans slipped through my lips.

This does nothing to stop his motions, and I rapidly bat my eyelashes, trying to look at him through my vision with tears prickling at the corners of my eyes. I find him staring at me back, his gaze unwavering and pierced right through me; Eating up every reaction in a different way and making me clench out of instinct. He curled his finger, hitting at the spongy spot inside and forcing out a choked, surprised sound from me. My legs shake, threatening to give out on me with every second. Cal ensures I stay put, even as I leaned over his form that’s kneeling and latched on me.

With his hungry eyes, digits drilling into me, and the steady suction his lips had wrapped around my clit, it was hard to hold back the wiring deep in me.

I easily let it go, feeling it quickly unraveled itself deep inside me.

With a loud moan filling the room, and bright hot light blinding me; I cum in his tongue. I pull on his hair desperately, feeling his nose press against my pelvic bone while he continues his motions; Easing me through my orgasm and continuing to work my body. The tips of his fingers continue to crash waves of pleasure through me, until the warmth of his mouth paired with his fingers prying me open feels too much. I pull at his hair, pealing him off my pussy with an audible pop. It stills his movements, silently communicating that I need a break.

I drag his head backwards, chin angled up at me. I scrunch up together my eyebrows, noticing how his bottom half of his face was somehow even more drenched before, slick reaching its way down to his throat. It sends more pangs of need through me, and I bring his head forward slowly, watching how his eyes never leave me.

For a few seconds we remain like this; Silently staring at each other, studying each of our features as always. Our chests rapidly moved out of sync, the previous squelching sound now replaced by our heavy breathing. I move slowly, leaning my body back against the surprisingly cool wall and closing my eyes to ground myself. I loosen my grip on his hair, hand suddenly feeling heavy dropping to my side. I feel as Cal pulls his fingers out of me slowly, perceiving eyes dotting sensitive I feel. His free hand lets me go once he’s sure I won’t trip forward.

I hear shuffling, until I feel his body heat in front of me and I open my tired eyes to look.

I still at the sight of him licking his fingers clean, tongue lapping at the last traces of me on his hand. He looks content, almost as if he purposely wanted me to see him do it. All I can do is stare in awe, my legs and arms alike still twitching from the recent orgasm. With a pop, he pulls out his now clean fingers and wipes his wet chin on the back of his palm. His manner don’t seem of a Royal Prince at all, reminding me much of a starved animal eating scraps of food.

He doesn’t miss my staring, “My compliments to the chef.” He jokes, and I make a face at him in distaste, cringing.

“You’re terrible.” I answered back, voice hoarse that matches my look. He shrugs my disappointment with a smirk, wrapping two hands around my waist.

“Think you can come up with something better?” He asked as I wrap weak arms around his neck. He brings me towards him, easily dragging me off the wall.

“Ugh. You’re so difficult today.” I scoffed, strong arms slid from my waist to the bottom of my ass, with little effort they pull me upwards. He holds me up as we walk over his bed.

Cal walks quickly to the bed with long strides, plopping me down on the soft cushioning. The familiar thin pillows lay behind my head, faintly smelling of him and clean. I let go of his neck and subconsciously press my legs together lowly, a useless attempt to cover parts of me that have been exposed many times to Silvered man.

I eye him as he stood at the edge of the bed, watching as he starts to bring his shirt over his head. I hungrily watch, not missing the obvious tent of his jogging pants. Guilt kicks me hard in the gut. “Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked, voice coming out surprisingly soft. He dropped the shirt onto the ground, knowing what I’m referring to.

“Wanted to focus just on you.” He replies, winking again playfully.

I huffed as my cheeks got coated in crimson, pretending to be upset as I watched him pull at his own pants now. “Whatever.” I grumbled, knowing arguing with him today would be a losing battle. I hesitantly lay my head down on the pillow, staring up at the wall. “I’ll pay back the favor next time.”

He hums in response, and I feel the mattress under me dip as he settled in front of me, a calloused hand on one of my knees. “Already planning?” He pushes my leg back and towards my chest, making the soreness from earlier return painfully. I wince, looking down from the ceiling to him. “Hold on—“ I pull the leg he pushed over his shoulder, tossing the other leg right next to it so both laid comforting side by side. He laid his hand over both of my thighs, keeping them in place. “There.” I finished my sentence, not missing how Cal pales in silver.

The change of position gave him better access, and he scooted closer until his dick glided in between my drenched folds. The exchange was wordless, and a shiver is ripped out from me. Anticipation and need hung heavily in the room as he glided a few testing thrusts in between the wet skin, coating his dick with lubricant.

Before I can hear him, I feel him. I sighed out happily when I feel him pushing his length inside, the tip not stretching me out so much. Sharps sucks of breath are pulled from Cal as he inched himself further. The previous orgasm and scissoring of his fingers make it easy for him, offering no restriction as he reached closer. He’s not so slow and cautious this time, wasting no time in bottoming out.

He grunts out when his hips touch the back of my skin, the only second of stillness he gives me before he moves himself back.

I choke, losing the wind in my lungs as Cal settled into a powerful and unforgiving pace. The stamina of the soldier outmatches me, and I become flaccid at his will; Letting him bend and mold me however he finds fit.

Loud smacks reach my ears every time I feel his abdomen on the back of my thighs. It makes me throw my head back onto the pillows, my spine arching itself off the bed; My body looking for more.

For once, no sounds leaves my throat; My bod and brain too shocked to react at all. Instead, my hands claw down wanting to grab something, anything to keep myself stable. Fingers with itching electricity at its tips dig themselves into the sheets of the bed, and drag up harshly. In sync with his thrusting; The bed rocks beneath me, headboard knocking loudly against the dull wall as slaps of skin fill the room.

I moan as he fucks into the spongy spot inside me; Sparks and dotted stars blinding me again while my mouth hangs low. The hard press of his nails into my skin forces me back, making me blink away my tear filled vision.

I toss my head to the side to look at him; Cal has his eyes squeezed tight, his teeth catching the bottom of his lips. I instinctively squeeze down at the sight of him, cable wiring tangling itself back again. He grunts out, responding in kind with a stronger thrust, the steady pace never once faltering.

His grunts and my groans bounce off the walls of the small room, our skin being painted a yellow tint by the flashing lightbulb overhead. I feel it switch on and off every-time, never missing the heavy thumping of my heart. I almost don’t hear him over our sounds occupying the room, but Cal mutters praises and encouragement under his breath. His low and gentle voice contrasts deeply with the optimistic movements against me.

My legs twitch, feet curling as I notice a familiar spread of pressure inside of me. It begs to be released, and the lights blink rapidly as I breathe just as fast. Cal catches on, his eyes studying my form under the changing lighting. His movements become erratic, egging me on and pressing a kiss against my calf.

With a shriek, I cum for the second time today. I suddenly feel empty as heat engulfs the whole room, making me sweat bullets while I spasm and shake underneath his palm. It takes me various seconds to come down from my high, chest moving up and down with my heavy gasps and breaths. I bat my eyelashes, making my eyes focus as I notice the familiar warm cum on my stomach again.

Cal rests his face on my skin, pressing shapes into the plush meat of my calf with his short fingernails. He gazed at me with a tired look, heavy eyelids being the only indication of exhaust. The watching golden eyes make a static current run beneath my skin, into my veins. They map out my body, until they run back to where they came from. His touch isn’t uncomfortably warm like the room, instead making the hairs on my body excitingly as his touch tickled a little.

I let out a long sigh, digging my face onto the pillow. I decide to close my eyes and relax for a moment, basking in the comfortable silence with sex hanging in the air. Cal slowly shifts me, putting my legs down with gentle care as he makes his way next to me on the narrow bed.

I don’t open my eyes, but I can feel him staring at me. For now, time is still. We are not at war. Not some Red girl and Silver boy. It’s only the two of us in this hot room. I have to get up, take a shower, and head back home. Tuck myself under the thin covers at home and sleep in the cool room with my sister. I have to go back to being myself, finish the routine.

I keep my eyes closed, afraid that once I open them time will resume. I want to pretend some more, even if it’s just for a little bit.

Cal doesn’t bother me, joining me in comfortable silence. A hand reaches me, and it tucks a thick curl behind my ear. Gentle fingers brush away loose strands sticking to my face. Now only our soft breathing is heard, and the occasional shuffling of hair. I slowly peek open my eyes, glancing up at Cal.

I don’t mind staying in the present, as long as he’s here with me.

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ੈ♡˳·˖✶ — ZHONGLI X FEM READER

You can judge a man by his friends, but what does it say about Zhongli that he’s good friends with Childe? 

wc — 2.1k

tags — almost a proposal, Childe gets on reader’s nerves because he gives them a pep talk on their relationship with Zhongli, sparring 

glossary | chapter 7 of This Is How We Mourn The Living

If you had spoken to yourself even just a year ago and said that the god of contracts would be sitting in your home, drinking your tea, you would’ve gotten slapped for being a liar.

And yet, here you were, with Zhongli himself sitting on your couch. He’s apologizing for staying so late. 

“I had just meant to stop by in the afternoon to offer you tea I had made from the Glaze Lilies you bought me, but when the hours stretched into night and you hadn’t returned, I found myself a little worried. Forgive me my foolishness, I should’ve known you were more than capable of taking care of yourself.”

“You were waiting out there for so long?”

He lifts one shoulder, and even that gesture too, is transformed into the elegance of a perfectly executed curtsey because of the man who makes it. “It is not such a big deal. May I ask where you were?”

“With Xiao.” You’re still too stunned by his admission to offer anything beyond the simplest answer to his question, your brain still stuck on how he waited for you, in the blistering heat of Liyue summer, all afternoon, to make sure you got home safe.

“With Xiao?”

“You said he was ill, and I was worried.”

Behind his teacup, his lips quirk into a smile. “I see. And you looked after him. Truly, you are something else.”

It is at that moment that you realize you have something inside your house you don’t want Zhongli to see, and at that same moment he turns around and looks directly at it, because the god you always pray to is no longer answering messages, having retired.

“Is that my coat?”

It is. From the first day you met, you had forgotten to return it over and over. Eventually, it had simply found a permanent place hanging on your coat rack, welcoming you whenever you came home. Even more humiliating, the tail of your keychain is very clearly sticking out of the pocket. He gives you a cheeky smile that says more than if he had just made fun of you.

“You can keep it,” he says, “if you do me a favor.” 

At this point, you’re willing to do almost anything, if he would just move past the topic at hand.

Gently, he takes your wrist into his hand, and with the lightest touch, carefully claps a gold chain around your wrist. It’s glowing, and gold flecks shimmer and emerge into the air around it, only to fade away - imbued with Geo energy.

“This is a gift,” he says, his head bent so low over your hand the end of his bands brush your fingers. You can feel his cool breath against your skin. “Keep it on you, and be safe always.”

It’s a thoughtful present, and one that admittedly makes your heart race every time you catch a glimpse of it for the next week, but unfortunately, your coworkers also can’t get enough of your new jewelry.

“That’s basically a proposal,” Baiwen says. “How romantic!”

You never put much stock into Baiwen’s antics, but even Ningguang has joined in the teasing, and you’re desperate to escape the Yuhai Pavilion. When you check your to-do list, there’s a task you’ve been meaning to do for a while anyways, and it’s the perfect escape.

Ningguang had saved the city from Osial’s destruction, but water damage and flying hunks of stone weren’t the only things that could damage Liyue. As much as you were ashamed of being unable to provide a better solution at the moment, the city of wealth also had citizens with little to their name. 

While the Qixing put great effort into passing the right legislation, it took time and direct action was currently needed. Ganyu had set up a kitchenette in the heart of Liyue to provide meals. They were free of charge to those who were in need.

Today, that was where you had decided to spend your time. After all, you had once been among those waiting in line.

As you pass her a bowl of steaming hot soup with a side of glazed vegetables, a woman clasps your hand and bends over it in prayer. “May Rex Lapis look after you,” she says.

Then, she looks at your companion curiously. After all, what is a member of the Qixing doing next to the most hated man in Liyue?

“Hey, girlie!”

You ignore him.

“I know you can hear me!” He gets closer to your face. “You want to spar? Zhongli won’t play with me right now, and you’re the only other friend I have in this city.”

You desperately remind yourself that if you tried to drown him in the soup, no one else would get fed today, so you must restrain yourself.

“Hey! Hey, I know you can hear me.” He waves his hand in front of your face. “You’re so cold! Friends shouldn’t treat each other this way.”

“I’m not your friend,” you grit out.

“No? I guess it makes sense,” he says, stroking his chin. “After all, I did almost flood your city. But come on, it’s not even like that’s a particularly bad crime, if you think about it. Shouldn’t you be grateful since I -uh!”

You’re rather proud of the squeak he makes when you grab him by the shirt and shove him against the wall. “What did you say you wanted to do? You wanted to spar? I’ll give you a fight if that’s what you want so badly, but first, shut up and,” you shove a ladle into his hands, “work for it.”

He looks at the ladle, then shrugs. “Not much different from being the greatest toy salesman in Snezhnaya.”

“You are so weird.”

Childe is a decent waiter. He’s an even better fighter, as much as you hate to admit it. You wanted to call him just decent, but you can’t lie to yourself. He’s much more than a decent fighter - he’s keeping you on your toes, and you trained with the rest of the Qixing, including Ningguang, regularly.

The worst part is the way he’s trying to advise you, calling out tips.

“Got you there,” he pants, lunging. 

You barely dodge in time.

“Oho, well done! You need to relax though, you’re too tense.”

“I’m going to kill you,” you roar, bringing your sword down on his head. He blocks it with his own blade, though his wrist twists back at an awkward angle. He doesn’t even flinch.

“See, that’s exactly what I mean! You need to find the thrill in the battle, or you’ll never be able to beat me.”

That’s when you take out his leg, sweeping it from under him. You jump on his weakness immediately, forcing your blade under his chin and crushing his wrist under your boot.

“What was that?”

He’s laughing. You have him pinned, sword at his throat, and he’s laughing like the whole situation is hilarious. And it must be for him, because he played you like a fool. You’re thrown back by a wave of lighting as a purple mist envelops his body, and then a monster appears, 12 feet tall and covered in purple armor, wearing Childe’s mask.

You’re left gaping.

“You’re talented,” Childe says admiringly. “But not talented enough. This must be a habit of yours, overlooking things when it suits your purposes.”

“Get out of my face. You can’t talk to me like that!”

“You must know yourself to know your enemy - no wonder you can’t beat me. You have no idea what’s going on in your own life.”

You’re sick of this. You’re sick of him, and his stupid, roundabout ways of disclosing only the smallest tidbits of information, and even then, only when it’s convenient to him. You’re going to take him down in his Foul Legacy transformation, once and for all, and then you’re going to kick him and his stupid armor all the way back to Snezhnaya.

He swings at you, and you leap onto his blade, using the force when he pulls back to propel yourself forward towards his mask, intent on tearing it off.

He stumbles back, giving you an opening to attack. You swing your blade with all your might - barely recognizing yourself in the reflection you catch in his mirrored mask. There’s so much force behind the blow that even when he catches it with his armored shoulder, small cracks shiver across the purple material, the hairline fracture of shattered glass. You might actually be trying to kill him, and you don’t feel sorry at all.

“You know, Zhongli used to write me letters about how you called him Rex Lapis even when he had given up that title. He was so sad, you know. No wonder he prefers me. I might even take him to Snezhnaya if you- fuck,” he grunts. “Oh, you’re good.”

You can’t keep this up forever. Childe is the eleventh harbinger for a reason, but you’re one of Liyue’s best defenders. It’s a war of attrition, and you’re not quite sure which one of you would go down first in a real fight, but this is your home turf. You turn, and flee, leaving Childe spluttering behind you as he gives chase.

There’s a quiet corner of this training arena, hidden by the shadows. The first time you ever used it, Ganyu had disappeared in the middle of your fight and forced you to find her. By the time you discovered it, she had flipped your positions and forced you into it, limiting your range of movement. It’s the same tactic you’re planning to use on Childe, but you miscalculated one thing.

He’s several feet taller than you were back then.

“There you are,” he says, booted feet skidding to a stop. “Did I scare you? I won’t kill you, don’t worry. I didn’t mean to. Are you hurt?”

Is he serious?

You feign holding your shoulder in pain, and you can’t tell behind his mask, but judging by his voice, he’s panicking.

“Aw, I didn’t mean to actually hurt you. I just wanted to rough you up a little, have some friendly fun! Come here and I’ll patch you up.”

“What reason do I have to trust you?”

He drops his weapon to the ground. “See? I can play nice.” 

 You pull not your sword, but your vision from behind your back, and blast him with Geo energy so hard he flips into the air and lands hard on his back. He doesn’t move.

A chill goes down your spine. He’s annoying and everything about him is hateful, but somehow, you can’t bring yourself to kill him. You rush to his side, and his hand shoots out to grab your boot, pulling you down.

“Now,” he says, looming over you, all the creepier for his mask, half broken and hanging off his face. “I’m really mad. I was being nice before, you know?”

His tone is conversational, friendly even, but his full weight is bearing down on you. “I was giving you advice as a friend. Zhongli likes it when you treat him like a man, not a god, and I know you like it too, I’ve seen you together. But somehow you always slip up. How many times do I have to tell you? He’s no longer a god.”

“Stop sticking your nose in what’s not your business,” you snap, shoving him off you, your arms fortified with Geo. “Zhongli and I don’t need you to be our therapist.”

“No? You’re doing a shitty job of trying to help learn to be human, though.”

You freeze. “How do you know about that?”

Foul Legacy detransforms, and Childe appears, once again, his red-orange hair tousled. “He’s my friend,” he says. “So I suggest you take me seriously.”

“You’re not-“

He grabs you by the shoulders. “And we’re friends too.”

“Why are you looking out for me?” You don’t trust a Fatui agent, much less a harbinger, as far as you can throw him. You have no idea why Childe is putting this much effort into helping you with Zhongli.

“Mm, maybe it’s because you remind me of my brother?”

You vaguely remember him mentioning this to you once before, at the dinner with Zhongli.

“…How old is your brother?”

“Five!”

Before you can launch yourself at him with renewed vigor, a hand forces Childe’s blade down.

“What exactly is going on here?” Zhongli’s voice is colder than the crackling ice of Snezhnayan winter.

Childe frowns. “I didn’t think you’d be such a disloyal friend, Zhongli-xiansheng. I’ve known you for longer, but you’re asking about her injuries before mine!”

“It seems you forgot that I was the god of war, once. I suggest you do not test me.”

Childe blinks. Looks at you. And then his lips curve into a sly smirk. He’s definitely getting the wrong idea. “Oh,” he chirps. “I see what’s going on here.”  

“My lady!” A Millelith soldier cuts in. “It’s happening again!”

Both you and Zhongli turn on Childe with an accusatory look, but he spreads his hands in wide-eyed innocence and mouths, ‘Not me.’

“No, seriously, this time! Go have a look yourselves, if you’re not convinced,” he huffs. “Not everything’s my fault, you know?”

#sera writes #zhongli x reader #genshin impact x reader

[underratedandoverit]

You Wanna Wish Away Your Sins (3/3)

After losing to Best Friends at Arcade Anarchy, Kip undergoes shoulder surgery. One person reaching out to him afterwards sends Kip spiraling, turning all the pain and suffering in him into… Flowers? Flowers growing in his lungs?

Kip Sabian/Chuck Taylor. Hanahaki disease. Angst. Hurt/comfort. Emotional hurt/comfort. One-sided attraction. Also tagged this from now on with manipulative Kip.

Marked Mature on AO3 for general content. Warnings for mentions of hospitals, surgery, medical stuff. Described feelings for choking and vomiting.

Other characters on-screen include Penelope Ford, Orange Cassidy. Rest of Best Friends are mentioned. Background ship of Penelope/Kris is heavily implied, but never specifically shown.

part 1 || part 2

On AO3

Finishing this took way longer than I intended. Oops. Mental illness and whatever be damned yada yada. But it's over now. And I am content. It's a whole fic and ended just as I wanted and had planned, surprisingly no surprises during writing lol. I hope it makes sense, there's a little bit there that doesn't get explained, but I have convinced myself that people can put the pieces together considering the mental state Kip is in and how the hanahaki disease works so. Yeah.

If you have read this far, thank you so much, I really appreciate you and your patience if you have waited for this to finish since I originally posted in early September. I see all the kudos and subs attached, they mean the world to me. Would love to hear your thoughts of this now that it's over, as there was a lot of time (obviously lol) and love put into this, so it would mean a lot ;; But I appreciate you all so much either way, thank you for sticking by and reading!! 💜💜

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Kip tried to keep his eyes on the television, but he wasn’t registering anything he saw on the screen. Even if he was technically interested in watching the game that was being played, Kip would have much rather been looking at something else. Or someone else. That someone being the man sitting on the couch next to him, being much more into the activity of playing a video game that he was partaking in that Kip was.

While he was glad that Chuck was coming over far more often these days, at the same time it did grind Kip’s mind that they had fallen into this false routine of a casual friendship. Chuck would appear on his doorstep, bring a movie or a game with him for them to busy themselves with that day, maybe some snacks and energy drinks, and the rest of the day they would just hang out, consume the media of the day, and that would be it.

Same talking points every single day. Sitting in the silently designated spots on the couch just far enough from one another that even by accident their hands wouldn’t brush against each other unless they were passing the food and drinks around. Eye contact was brief, almost uncomfortably so if it managed to exist in the first place, and only when one got up from the couch and asked if the other needed something or something similarly surprising happened. Maybe a laugh could gather a quick glance, maybe a sneeze, a cough. And even then it was more often Chuck doing that to Kip, while Kip was trying to steal looks into his direction any chance he could, hoping Chuck would catch a hint.

It had been days, weeks even, maybe. How many, Kip had lost a count somewhere after the first few days, partially because of the pain he was going through, partially because he still found the whole situation so absurd. But the thing he knew for sure, was that it had been too many for comfort.

Every time Kip watched Chuck walk out the door of his house again at the end of the day, his breathing became a little bit tighter, the stabbing pain in his chest more prominent, the sleep during that following night a little shorter.

He was so tired of it all, and with every day that passed him by, it was pushing Kip closer to the realization that he finally had to do something about things. Before the pain was too paralyzing, before the thoughts became too much. Before he just couldn’t do anything about it anymore, before it was all too late.

“…Hey? Kip?”

The Brit blinked blankly a few times, finally registering the voice calling out to him after the words had been repeated a few times. His eyes slowly dragged away from the television screen, facing the brunet sitting on the couch next to him, Chuck looking at him with worry and concern. It was almost adorable to Kip how his brows furrowed and eyes darted around his facial features in clear worry. Almost.

“Sorry, what were you saying?”

Chuck sighed, Kip trying to offer him an apologetic smile as he watched Chuck running a hand through his hair, eyes turning away from the other man again as he shook his head a little. Kip had been too deep in his own head, with his own thoughts to notice Chuck had even tried to talk to him, the guilt almost immediately gnawing on him at the mere thought. He was supposed to try to pay attention to him, to try to make Chuck realize the situation, how close they were, to understand his feelings, to close the gap, to --

“I just wanted to know if you were hungry. We could order something in, maybe. If you’d like.”

For once Kip was thankful that Chuck wasn’t looking straight at him, his cheeks flushing red for a brief moment as he registered the words. Ordering food? Together? At his place, like this, out of the blue? For the first time?

It almost sounded like a date night proposal in Kip’s ears.

He quickly shook the thought from his head, turning away from Chuck to make sure he didn’t even by accident catch a glimpse of the blush decorating his face, desperately trying to not have the words caught in his throat, only partially succeeding.

“Ye-yeah that would be great.”

Chuck was so sincere about this question, just like he always was about everything, he was probably just hungry himself, and Kip was overthinking it all. Once again. But also, what if…

“Great. What would you like to eat?” Chuck’s words cut Kip’s thought process off again, his eyes slowly returning to the other man, watching Chuck pull his phone out of his pocket, eyes landing onto it, seemingly to avoid eye contact with Kip, who just shrugged a little. “I don’t know. Whatever sounds good.”

Chuck’s brows furrowed, suddenly looking back at Kip, making the Brit jump a little. This wasn’t the kind of reaction Kip had expected to his words, swallowing a little surprise lump in his throat as all of a sudden he was very unsure again where this was going. He hated nothing more than the unpredictable nature of their relationship, not being able to read Chuck at moments like this, mostly due to his own emotions and thoughts clouding his judgment and understanding of what the situation called for from him.

“…Okay, I’m going to be fully honest with you.”

The suddenly rather serious tone of Chuck’s voice made Kip’s eyes widen a little, he could feel his whole body tensing up at the sudden shift. Chuck offered him a small smile, most likely in hopes of trying to calm down Kip’s very obviously surprised demeanor, but seeing that smile just made Kip’s whole mind skip another beat instead.

“I’ve been worried about you recently. I actually talked with Penelope yesterday after I left, and she feels much the same way as I do.”

Chuck? Worried? About him? Chuck? Kip’s head was spinning, but he just nodded his head, not even acknowledging the fact that Chuck was also talking about Penelope being involved in this. All Kip cared about was that Chuck was thinking about him, outside of this room, outside of this couch, when he wasn’t around.

Chuck was thinking, and talking, about him.

“You’ve been… Seemingly getting worse each day I see you. You lack sleep, you lack food, you lack energy. I understand you are in a lot of pain with the shoulder and all, but you need to take care of yourself, Kip. Mine and Penelope’s help will only get you so far.”

Kip just looked at him quietly, trying to process the statement in his head, but all his thoughts retracted back to the overall realization that Chuck was worried about him. Thinking about him. That Chuck at least seemed to care more than he led on directly to him, at least before this very moment at hand.

“If there’s something wrong that you need help with, other than what we have been providing so far, you shouldn’t be afraid to ask, you know?”

Kip felt his head nodding itself, despite not approving of the movement in his mind. He was running on a practiced autopilot, still afraid that one casual movement might fuck all this up for him, not being the kind of response that Chuck wanted. This seemed to be enough for the brunet for now though as Chuck nodded back at him, eyes slowly returning to the phone in his hand. Right, he was ordering food. Right.

“So, again: what do you want to eat today? You can get anything you want, as long as it makes you eat. We just want to make sure you take care of yourself.”

At the same time it was endearing that Chuck was doing this for him, but Kip also knew he had to put a stop to this, all of it. While yes his current and constantly worsening condition was making him neglect his own basic needs, both which directly as a result affected his appetite and energy levels, Kip knew that trying to eat some proper food one day wasn’t the answer to his problems. Above all else, his condition was making it not only difficult to breathe, but the pain in his chest and particularly in his lungs made eating at this point a near impossible task.

As the silence from the Brit continued, Chuck glanced towards him, spotting Kip just looking back at him. Whether he was deep in thought or just staring, Chuck wasn’t quite sure.

“Kip?”

“I’m not hungry.”

At least it wasn’t a lie in a sense. Chuck raised a brow at him, slowly lowering the hand holding his phone onto his lap, eyes narrowing a little. Chuck’s eyes lingered on him just a little bit too long, forcing Kip to look away, back towards the television with the frozen game pause screen on it.

“You need to eat something.”

“Food can’t fix this.”

Kip could feel the confusion radiating from Chuck’s face, probably his entire being at this point, but he just couldn’t look back at him. It was so much easier for Kip to process his thoughts if he wasn’t looking at what he was sure was a very worried expression on the brunet sitting on the couch a few feet away from him.

He heard Chuck sigh. Not a very good sign.

“If you eat something, you get energy. You feel better. I shouldn’t need to explain all this to you. Kip, please --”

“This isn’t about food.”

Chuck fell silent as Kip cut him off, probably a bit more aggressively than necessary, but he was tired of this. All of this. Both his inability to do anything about the situation even though he desperately, so very desperately needed it, and the way they both seemed to just dance around the topic and the issues at hand. To Kip, Chuck offering to order him food was nothing but a detour that he couldn’t afford to wait to take to where he eventually needed to be. Kip had suffered long enough, mostly due to his own faults, yes, but Chuck jumping in to push his buttons like this, while a step in the right direction, wasn’t a fast enough track to where they needed to be.

Where Kip needed to be if he wanted to make it through all of this, it seemed like.

“…Are you mad at me?”

Kip’s eyes narrowed a little, but he still didn’t turn to look towards Chuck. All he heard was another quiet sigh.

“I don’t know how many times I can apologize for what happened. You know it was an accident. I’m sorry --”

“I don’t want you to apologize. I don’t care about that.”

If something, it was supposed to be Kip who apologized for everything, and he knew that painfully well.

“Then what is it?”

Kip swallowed thickly, being absolutely certain that Chuck could not only see it but also hear him do it. Kip’s eyes slowly dragged back to him, watching the confusion all over the brunet’s face. If the situation wasn’t so dire and heavy, Kip would have found the look on him endearing. Right now though, seeing Chuck not put the pieces together so easily, filled him with dread instead, along with the knowledge that Kip knew exactly what he needed to do next and the can of worms that he needed to open if he ever wanted to have a shot at things getting better again.

“I need…” Kip stopped, the confusion on Chuck’s face slowly melting into a more expecting look. Both of them were still clearly hesitant, Chuck not knowing what to expect out of him and Kip not being so sure how he was going to phrase this so it made even some sort of sense.

Just say it.

“I… I need you to kiss me.”

The silence that fell into the room felt like it was knocking all the remaining air out of Kip. The longer he looked at Chuck and the unreadable look lingering on his face after the words slipped out of Kip’s mouth, the worse he felt about everything. For once he was being honest about this entire situation and what he wanted out of it, and yet it felt like a worse mistake than anything he had lied to Chuck about so far.

He wanted this. He needed this. This was the trigger Kip had been so afraid to pull for so long now, but he knew that if he didn’t finally say those words, no matter the reaction, it would have terrible consequences for him. He was already suffering, the roots of his problem crawling deeper into his lungs every single day he put it off without even trying to make anything out of it. Kip was tired of it, he was suffering immensely because of it, he just needed to do something. Anything.

After what felt like forever of Chuck just staring at him, Kip was snapped out of his thoughts as Chuck took in a sharp breath, the only way Kip was able to describe his expression being polite confusion.

“You, uh… You what?”

Not sure if Chuck was just making sure or if he really hadn’t understood the statement, Kip bit his lower lip as he turned away from the other man. He inhaled slowly, preparing himself to say those words again. Kip did it once, he could do it again. It was a necessary step forward.

“I-I need. To kiss you. You to kiss me. So-something like that.”

As Chuck didn’t reply for a while, Kip stole a quick glance towards him, trying to gather an overview of the situation. Much to his surprise, Chuck looked like he was in deep thought for a second, as if he was pondering over the request. At least he wasn’t outright denying it from Kip, which in turn as he realized it, made his heart jump back into his throat.

The burning as Kip nervously waited for an answer was worse than the thorns poking inside of his lungs at the moment.

“Would that help? Make you feel better?”

Kip nodded almost instantly, the motion almost frantic, something he couldn’t control. Still clearly in his thoughts, Chuck nodded as well.

“I mean,” he muttered, a hand slowly reaching closer to Kip, the Brit’s focus turning on it with slightly widening eyes, “If… If it helps. I guess.”

Kip watched his hand stopping to hover close to him, slowly his own hand reaching for it. He could feel Chuck’s fingers gently wrapping around his hand, giving it a little tuck, an invitation to come closer. Kip followed suit, shifting over on the couch to slowly make his way to sit down right next to Chuck. For the first time since they had started doing this, for the first time since Chuck had started to spend the days over to keep him company. There had always been a cold, untouched gap between the two of them on the couch, but this was the first time it had been broken, filled, fixed.

And all it took was a small request that Kip should have been able to do in the first place, but it took him weeks and actual concern from Chuck to get to this point.

But there he was now, Chuck still gently holding his hand, running this thumb over his knuckles. A soft, still kind of unsure smile crossing his lips as he was looking Kip straight in the eyes. Chuck clearly wasn’t budging back on this, honestly much to Kip’s surprise, as his free hand slowly crept up to the Brit’s face, palm pressing against his cheek. Chuck’s hand was surprisingly cold against his flushed skin.

“…You sure?”

It was almost as if Chuck was asking that from himself more than Kip, but he pushed the thought aside, just nodding his head again. Without another word, Chuck leaned closer, finally closing the gap that had been antagonizing Kip these past few weeks without remorse, locking their lips together.

The kiss was awkward and hesitant at first, but slowly it felt more natural as they both seemed to relax into it. Soft and homey, but Kip could taste his own desperation in it despite all of it. He knew how badly he not only wanted, but needed this. While he could have joked that it was the matter of life and death, to him it was actually no joke, but merely the cruel reality he barely understood himself at all. Feeling Chuck’s lips finally against his, after the excruciatingly long amount of time of craving and needing nothing more than to taste him so desperately he was suffering from the withdrawals more and more every day, Kip’s mind went blank. He could feel Chuck close, hear his breathing, slowly allowing himself to enjoy it, running a thumb over Kip’s cheek.

Kip had been waiting for this moment for so long, craving for this so badly, that he needed more now that he finally had it, pushing the boundaries first as he found himself without a single coherent thought giving a small bite on Chuck’s lower lip, a silent, desperate request for a deeper kiss. A deeper meaning.

A request that was granted to him, but was also almost immediately and far too fast ripped away from him as Chuck suddenly jolted away, as if he had suddenly in the midst of all of this realized what he was doing and thought better of it.

Eyes opening as Kip felt the hand disappear from his face, he leaned slightly back, watching in emotions swimming in disappointment and confusion as Chuck’s eyes were suddenly on his phone again, the piece of tech buzzing on his lap, suddenly demanding his attention. Almost as if it was mocking Kip and how close he had finally gotten.

“So-sorry, I have to take this.”

Kip just nodded, feeling the body heat of the other man disappearing from around him as Chuck’s hand left his, grabbing a hold of the phone before he stood up, answering the sudden call. He could still salvage this, it wasn’t all lost. Chuck hadn’t denied him this, by the way he was acting it was obvious to Kip that this wasn’t just all in his head. Maybe the kiss had been brief, but there was compassion behind it, he was very gentle about it, there --

“What do you mean that was today?”

Kip’s eyes slowly traveled up to Chuck, watching the brunet run a hand over his face as he sighed. “Yeah I know, I know you need me there for that, just… I was kinda in the middle of something…”

The silence that followed that statement and the way Chuck couldn’t look back at Kip made a familiar lump climb its way back in his throat. Kip tried to cough it out quietly, not to attract attention to himself, just watching as Chuck stepped a little bit further away from him.

“I can be there in twenty minutes, I guess. …Alright, I’ll see you then.”

As he hung up the call, Chuck didn’t even need to say anything. He was sure Kip had heard most of it, and the apologetic eyes and the small smile he offered to him as he finally turned back towards the Brit really didn’t help the case.

“Sorry, I completely forgot we had a photoshoot to do today, I… I gotta go.”

Kip nodded his head, but remained silent as he stood up from the couch. At least this was a start, they were going somewhere. He had put at least part of his desires out there, for Chuck to reach out and react to, if nothing else. This was a beginning, hopefully for the better. Kip wasn’t sure how fast he was supposed to be feeling the effects of his love and affections being returned to him, but so far he was blaming the sick feeling in his throat on the sudden change of pace in the room rather than Chuck not returning his feelings like before.

Maybe he had read all of this wrong. Maybe the sickness had caught up with him just because he didn’t know this was mutual. That had to be it, right?

Kip walked him to the door, Chuck turning back to him again as he rested his hand on the door handle.

“Look, I’m really sorry I have to go, I just completely forgot about this. You know, with having to worry about you and all.”

Kip could feel a smile tucking the corner of his lips, allowing at least a part of it to show. As sad as he was having to watch Chuck walk away yet again without a resolution to this whole problem, at least there was hope. Chuck smiled back at him, leaning closer to press a quick little peck on Kip’s lips, catching the Brit off guard, leaving him looking back at him with wide eyes as Chuck opened the door, stepping outside.

“I’ll see you again tomorrow, alright?”

Kip could only nod before Chuck closed the door, leaving him standing there, heart racing and beating loudly between his ears. Kip leaned against the closed door, inhaling deeply before he sighed, the content smile on his lips only wiped away as he coughed softly, eyes shooting open to witness the handful of purple tinted rose petals he let out of his mouth.

No.

Chuck Taylor still didn’t love him.

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“…Are you sure it’s him?”

Cassidy shrugged his shoulders a little. “I mean, who else could it be? Besides, he has photos of himself that he signs and hands out and a big board on the table with the name ‘Kip Sabian’ on it, so…”

Chuck sighed, running a hand over his face before rolling his eyes. “You could have led with that information, you know.”

Cassidy didn’t reply back to him, just observed the brunet on the couch through his sunglasses. “I thought you would have known. Aren’t you two friends or something?”

Chuck avoided looking directly back at him, trying to make it seem like the question didn’t sting. He hadn’t seen Kip since that day, he never opened the door when Chuck came over the following day or answered any of his calls or texts since. He had been living in complete darkness over what had actually happened with Kip, even Penelope refused to tell him anything apart from a general ‘he’s fine’ every time Chuck asked her something.

“I told you, that was months ago.”

Cassidy just nodded, stopping to observe Chuck as the other man just tried to focus back on lacing his boots. After a long, lingering silence the blond broke it as he spoke up again.

“Do you want to go see him?”

Chuck stopped, eyes slowly dragging up to Cassidy again. He seemed sincere in that question, and if Chuck was being honest, that had been the first thought in his mind since Cassidy had waltzed into the locker room with the news that Kip had been sighted inside the building. The premise seemed rather odd to him, but at the same time, he wouldn’t have put something like that past Kip. A silent man with a suit and a cardboard box on his head, doing a signing that hadn’t been advertised for anyone beforehand. Sounded like it was just down Kip’s alley, in some really weird way, to him.

“Is he still there?”

“Probably,” Cassidy shrugged again. “He seemed to be just setting up when we went into the cafeteria like twenty minutes ago. I doubt he has left yet.”

While he wasn’t quite sure how to take any of it, let alone how Kip was going to take it if he showed up, Chuck nodded a little, still a bit hesitant. Cassidy mirrored the movement, before nodding his head towards the locker room door, asking Chuck to follow him. Not that he didn’t know where the cafeteria was in the building, they had walked past it when they had entered earlier, but maybe his hesitance was on the surface enough that Cassidy thought taking the lead was going to make him regret this less. Make it easier for him.

Chuck followed Cassidy outside, tracking through the hallways for a moment before they arrived at their destination. It was extremely easy to spot the individual not belonging into the group of people in the big, bright, well-lit room, the man standing in the middle of it all by a large table messed up with multiple scattered photos around it, hands behind his suited back as he was observing the room through the eye holes poked on a box over his head.

Chuck swallowed thickly. It didn’t matter if he didn’t see his face, all that was enough for him to recognize him immediately, no matter how many months it had been since or how much things had changed between now and then.

He was so focused on reading the words on the front of the box that Chuck didn’t notice the eyes inside of it land on him. The distance made it a bit harder, sure, but the lights were bright enough and the dark circles surrounding the eyes made them pop for Cassidy to notice the stare at first, even if it wasn’t directed at him.

“Hey,” he muttered, carefully elbowing Chuck to the side to get his attention. “He sees you. I think you should at least go say hello.”

Blinking himself back to the situation, Chuck glanced at Cassidy on his side, the blond just shrugging at him a little. Maybe Chuck’s nervousness was obvious, maybe Cassidy quickly put two and two together from what Chuck had told him before about how their last meeting had ended, but he only sighed, once again leading the way towards the man in a suit and the box, Kip’s eyes never leaving Chuck as they approached. Chuck on the other hand tried to look at everything except him, until he was stopped to stand right in front of the other man he hadn’t seen in months until now.

Through the eye holes of the box Chuck could see his vacant stare just blankly staring back at him, saying it all without saying anything at the same time. Kip looked at him briefly, before providing a photo from the inside pocket of his suit jacket, pulling a marker seemingly out of nowhere along with it. He scribbled something quickly on the photo, handing it to Cassidy, and walked away without looking back or acknowledging either of them further.

Cassidy looked at the photo for a moment before handing it over to Chuck. It was an old promo picture of Kip, in his Superbad gear, with his face crossed over with a red marker and some messy text scribbled next to him.

‘Time changes us all. Embrace the change.’

#setting: hanahaki #fic #character: kip sabian #character: chuck taylor #character: orange cassidy #ship: chuckkip #fic: you wanna wish away your sins #aew fanfiction #wrestling fanfiction

[pandas-pandemonium]

Yandere!Dick Grayson x Isekai!MMA! Reader Excerpt:

aka I felt a craving for new yan!dc content and thought I'd write one myself, and this came out. It's supposed to be the start of Y/N's isekai journey after being knocked out, or rather, killed (or perhaps put into a long coma?) during a fight. They're supposed to be an MMA fighter.

No yandere content in this excerpt. Tbh, I don't know if I want to write a full fic, or if I even have enough material for that. Not even sure how it would go. But for now, I'll keep posting random blurbs and scenes that come to mind, and maybe one day, we'll get a full fic yeah?

Anyways enjoy ahaha.

You can find the Yan!Dick Grayson POV in my reblog after this. Not putting a link now, because Tumblr hides posts with links in 'em from the tag page.

Thud!

Your eyes shot open as the pain of the impact spread throughout your body. Your body felt paralysed, almost, like something was weighing you down. Confusion crept into your nerves, like a snake crawling up a vine, your throat felt tight and your head spun. Whether it was from the impact of hitting the cold concrete pavement or from your mental state, you couldn't tell.

Dark skies. Brightly lit skyscrapers. Dark shadows, creeping across the ground. Neon traffic lights. An... explosion?

With a deep breath, you turned yourself over and shakily pushed yourself off the ground. For a moment, your vision blurred before you managed to steady yourself. You have to get out of here, away from whatever danger is approaching.

You may not know how the hell you got here, or where "here" even is, but you were going to die if you stayed any longer.

Another blast. Nearer this time. A strangled groan escaped your throat as you covered your ears. The noise was deafening and your ears started to ring. You stumbled, and then fell to the ground once again. This time though, you managed to pick yourself as quickly as you fell.

Your breathing felt ragged, even though you had hardly moved. You swore you were healthier than this. The fall earlier must have hurt you more than you thought.

Wait-

Fall?

Why were you falling in the first place?

Your eyes looked up to the skies again. Surely you didn't fall from one of those buildings...right? Your thoughts are interrupt just then, by the sound of breaking glass from the buildings nearby. You see several dark shadows zoom by.

The ringing in your ears intensifies, and you find yourself helpless before it, crumpling down into a ball. Your head pounds, like it's going to cave in on itself. Your breaths quicken as the pain increases. The ringing sharpens, and soon it's all you hear before a flash of white overcomes you.

Faint images of your life pass by, as if you were watching a montage. A scene appears before your eyes:

It's an arena filled with white lights and loud cheers. You were on the defensive against your opponent, who was swinging out punches and kicks without stopping. You grit your teeth, tasting the rubber mouth guard in your mouth. They'll run out of energy soon, and then that's when you'll strike.

Your eyes glance to the clock. 1 minute left. Your breathing changes, taking in slow deep breaths as you observe your opponent. One. Two. High Kick- There!

Your body steps out to their left, and you swing your right arm into their jaw, knocking them back. You're back in control.

One. Two. One. Two. Three. One-

And suddenly your world sways, and your eyes open.

And you're back in this strange world, now face to face with someone you'd never thought you'd meet.

DC comic book character and superhero: Nightwing.

#dc x reader #yandere dc #yandere dick grayson #excerpt #draft

[monsterrae1]

Seven Sentence Sunday

The lovely @zaddydiaz Gee🖤 tagged me in Snippet Saturday; but I’m turning into Seven Sentence Sunday cause it’s Sunday here already! (And I forgot about my laundry so now it’s 1am and I gotta wait for the dryer to finish)

I'm working on the last chapters of Till Now before I lost myself to my december fics, so here's some soft date night buddie:

They had talked about watching a movie, but even that seemed like too much energy for them, so instead they threw all the cushions from the couches in the floor where the coffee table usually was, and made one big giant bed, putting out their ugliest set of sheets so they wouldn’t care if they dropped anything that stained; and just sat there, ate, and talked, soft music playing from the TV as Buck had connected his phone to it.

“Do you think we can get some time off together at some point? After I’m officially a firefighter?” Eddie asked, almost empty cartoon of Thai curry rise in his hand, “How would you feel about a trip to Texas? To see my sisters?”

“And your parents?” Buck asked, raising an eyebrow to Eddie, who sighed in response.

“I guess we can pay them a visit too”

Buck smiled “You should have a few days by the time you are out of your probation year, though I don’t know how Bobby handled it when we had Chris surgery and they had you in lower hours shifts” Buck dropped the empty bowl of animal style cheesy fries he had just destroyed “we might have to wait a little longer”

“We can wait until the summer” Eddie said casually “See if Adriana or Sophia are willing to keep Chris for a few days” Buck tilted his head confused “We never had a honeymoon, I figured, I don’t know, we can take some days away? Just you and me? Maybe Cabo?”

Buck smirked, taking Eddie’s empty container away and sitting on his lap, Eddie smiled at him, putting his hands on Buck’s hips, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips.

“A romantic getaway?” Buck asked against Eddie’s lips, before kissing him again “A honeymoon sounds nice, just you” He leaned down to kiss Eddie again, toying with the edge of his shirt, fingers gracing the soft skin under it “And me” Buck settled himself more firmly into Eddie’s lap, making the other man groan.

Tagging if they wanna do this @peaceofficerdiaz @loveyourownsmiilee @spotsandsocks @the-likesofus @jacksadventuresinwriting @bekkachaos @imeasyeitherway @confetti-cupcake @elvensorceress @ajunerose @swiftiediaz @lostinabuddiehaze @prettyboybuckley @rogerzsteven @buddierights @dickley-buddie @eddiediazisascorpio @katries @gaydisasterdiaz and who ever else sees this and wants to do it, tag me pls cause i love seeing new stuff!

#seven sentece sunday #buddie #buddie wip #wip till now #it's almost done I can't believe it #I am giving you the fluff cause everything else is pain rn

[inquisitorius-sin-bin]

✨What's a fic you've posted you wish you could breathe life into again and have people talking about it? (or simply a fic you wish got more credit)

💫what is your favorite kind of comment/feedback?

🎀give yourself a compliment about your own writing

🕯️how do you think engaging with each other through tumblr, twitter, comments, kudos, creates healthy fandom experiences? How do you deal with that if you're not a social person/experience social anxiety?

💌share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!

Ohh bless thank you for this ask

I put so much work into Blowing Cover and it is super unpopular compared to all my other works. I really liked the character too and kind of thought they might be fun to bring back for another one shot (I mean, given the ending, they have a ton of one-shot potential).

But. The kinks/tags involved are certainly a bit edgier so I can see it getting less hits. I'm already writing for a very niche group, then this hits an even smaller category within that group. Ohh well. I enjoyed making it, at least.

As for feedback! Uh, your kind, lol. I love that you put so much time into selecting the lines that really stand out to you. That blows me away. It's like the best kind of annotations ❤️ and it helps me tailor what I do, I'm still learning what gets folk's hearts fluttering!

That said, literally just a like on a Tumblr post or a message or a keyboard smash also has the capacity to melt my heart. I've received PMs that I gush over for days and reread 1000x over. Back in the old old days of my elder fics, I got fan art and I still have them saved on a special folder on my phone. I drink out of mugs someone created of my OC's Fay and Tsiri. Just knowing people read and enjoyed it is great.

(And I'm one of those weird folks who also welcome criticism too, actually. I want to be better. I want to write good good fics that get people coming to the table and screaming for more. I want to know what you like and hate. What I could improve about my style for clarity. What was so cringey it made your skin crawl. I aim to please.)

Compliment?

I am almost done writing a fic longer than Return of the King that's literally all I'm going to be talking about for weeks. I hope it's good, lol.

In regards to engagement, in my experience I've created numerous connections with people all across the world from different experiences and backgrounds just through fandom culture. That's healthy for cultivating a good, open-minded worldview. Those connections give me so much joy and energy and help inspire me to create! When I get home, I can't wait to work on my projects, and I really want to finish something so that I can giddily hide behind my computer screen and hope you all see and enjoy it.

But beyond that, human connection is very important to me. I like seeing your personal ramblings about how y'alls days are going, your jobs, your day-to-day stuff. The people behind the blogs. And I like that on the internet, there isn't a huge expectation of availability like there is in person. I myself have a great deal of social anxiety, but online, I can choose when I have enough energy to reach out or start a conversation or message back, or when that reserve just isn't in me.

If you're really anxious, know that I still see you and am happy even if you just follow and lurk, even if I just get a kudos or a like and then you disappear. I know what I share is quite salacious and not everyone wants to have that on their blog, believe me lol. Being seen is also gratifying. If you ever have the energy for a word of an ecouragement, that means the world to me! But if not, be not afraid. I do not hate you for liking my posts.

Aaaaand for WIP stuff-

Nice try, you can't fish out more deets about the end of Ride or Die/Fly or Fall than I have already shared lol. I CANNOT spoil anything at this point. But I will say this: I feel more strongly about the theme and the arc for Volume 2 than I did for Volume 1. I have a more concrete plan overall than I did the first go round. And the message is kind of something I'm already working towards at the very end of this work, so they should flow together quite cohesively.

[geminmyeyes]

Chapter 5 - Beyond Light and Shadow (Tumblr Backup)

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Silence hung for a moment upon the shock and harshness of the Kenbumajin’s words, beckoning the other to come out and fight already.

Whether any of them liked it or not, there was going to be a brawl between the two, and it had to be between only them. No interfering, no support, nada. Even if it was awfully tempting when things would get dire.

“O’ great king from the sun, come forth, Kenbumajin, Karna!” Chiharu began to initiate, the full summoning call being heard loud and clear, without any interference. “Make them fear our power!”

For a mere moment, the swirl of solar flare lit up the cemetery like it was bathed by the might of a summer afternoon’s sun once more. But once the flames died down, the familiar gold plated Kenbumajin made himself present once more, those matching gold eyes tensing up as he looked down.

Usually, Karna wouldn’t hesitate to mark his presence with a rude string of words, but he held back. Perhaps waiting for the right moment, a rare bit in politeness. That or crafting something extra potent to throw the way of his younger and (in his words) snobby brat of a brother.

It was best to not waste a moment longer. Any time spent twiddling thumbs would result in everything being burnt to a crisp.

“Silvery son of the storm, please lend me your strength!” The words effortlessly flowed into Touma’s mind as he shouted, the voltaic cyan key being inserted into the Ogre Watch with a sense of power. “Possession, Kenbumajin, Arjuna!!” 

Summoned forth for the first time in ages, in a precise strike of electrifying energy, the blue haired Kenbumajin appeared. Despite the tensions, he remained poised and calm, even if there was a slight twitch in his hands.

With the first movements coming from Karna, the two quickly clashed together like thunder and lightning.

Silver bolts of lightning, golden arrows of flame, like yin and yang, night and day. A storm of two different kinds of light, the harsh rays of the summer sun, the cool, volting cracks of lightning during a spring thunderstorm, fighting over who would be the brightest of them all.

Voltaic arrows managed to hit the opposing Kenbumajin, just like as legend told, the archer that never missed.

Though, the child of the sun was no slouch either, his own infinite supply of arrows landing a few fiery strikes on the other. Each strike resulted in an unparalleled shiteating grin.

“The first time I’ve been in this form in ages, and it’s against you,” Arjuna sighed, seeming to be annoyed with the whole fight. “Can we just get this over with? I’m only doing this so you don’t hurt those children.”

“Oh, am I just a bore to you now? Mister best archer in the whole wide world sick of having to prove his worth to his own, much cooler brother?” A higher pitched, condescending string began, the solar flare Kenbumajin’s once jovial face turning into something more grim and serious.

“If you wanna end this so badly, then just shoot me clean through the neck like you did back in the Throne Wars, smartass,” Karna beckoned in an uncharacteristically cold manner. 

Keeping his composure, Arjuna stood firm, still gripping to his bow. But Touma could tell that without a doubt, the legendary Kenbumajin was nervous out of his wits end. How he managed to stay so composed, he had no idea…

“Silence!” Arjuna finally spoke out. “I can’t ever relive that moment again, not now, not ever…”

“I guess I’ll just have to end you myself then!”

But then, there was a wrench thrown into the fated duel. It got the hot headed Kenbumajin to stop with a puzzled look on his face.

Or rather, a bit of sparkly pink Yojitsu was casted, glimmers of bright pink striking the boisterous Kenbumajin.

That could only mean…

“Ayame!?” Akinori yelled, everyone looking to face the girl. Goodness, the young gumshoes hadn’t seen her in person since last year. “You probably shouldn’t interfere, this is a pretty bad fight and you could get hurt—“

“You stop hurting my friend right this instant, mister!” Ayame demanded with a shout frightening enough to make everyone go quiet for a moment. Karna turned to face the girl.

“Huh, never seen you before, didn’t know you brats networked so easily,” Karna commented. This was followed by a slight snort. “What are you gonna do next, ask me if I want to go to a tea party?”

The frilly girl took a stronger stance. “Apologies for my rudeness earlier, sir. Please stop hurting my friend right this instant, mister!”

A much larger heart was casted by Ayame, and radiated enough power that it needed to be punched rather than flicked off. It caused a greater impact as well, if it was followed by an attack name and a change of background, it would have been enough to annihilate the average monster of the week.

While the yojistsu wasn’t enough to defeat such a powerful Kenbumajin, it was enough to make him get disoriented. 

“Now’s your chance!” Ayame gestured in encouragement. “I’ll get to explaining in a bit!”

Following the encouragement, Arjuna took his stance, readying the legendary bow. An arrow pointed right at Karna, not with the intent to kill, but to get him to just admit defeat and retreat.

“Behold! Typhoon Bolt Oversurge!” Arjuna yelled, wind ramping up behind him as he fired off an arrow that was an entire thunderstorm condensed into a single arrow. Bolts of lightning, the hard hitting downpour, hitting Karna right in the arm. 

The fiery Kenbumajin seethed as the arrow hit his arm. He had to retreat, even if he hated that very idea. But not before getting the last word seething all the while.

“You might have won this time, but don’t think I’m going to lose next time, asshole. When we duel, the sun will be shining, and you’re gonna be so sorry,” Karna seethed, retreating back where he came from.

With the threat gone, there was no need for the lightning Kenbumajin to be summoned, and thus, Touma was returned. Shirogane appeared as well, looking slightly inconvenienced but accepting it with a bit of a shrug.

“First thing’s first, Ayame and Dorothea, was it? How did you two end up here?” Natsume asked. Dorothea gave a nod as Ayame, who was able to speak the same language as her friends, was able to clear things up.

“It was after school and me and Dorothea were going to retrieve a paper one of her teachers discarded rudely,” Ayame began, trying to recall the events. “Then some sort of bird-like shadow started to attack us, Dorothea ended up stumbling into this weird circular mirror with a purple frame. I followed after her, and we ended up here.”

“A mirror that sent you here…I think I remember my grandma talking about something like that,” Akinori pondered.

“But that bird, that must have been a youkai for sure,” Natsume thought, giving a bit of a yawn. “What time is it?”

“00:17,” Touma answered, looking at his phone. “Or 12:17 am I believe in the 12 hour system.”

Everyone stared in shocked silence. Gods, they were out extremely late, weren’t they? Any group discussions on the mirror and the bird could be done on phones with group chats and the like. Natsume quickly suggested that Ayame and Dodrthea crash at her place for the moment until they can get all of this sorted out. At least they had tomorrow off.

Unlocking the front door, the three girls had hoped everyone was fast asleep so they could all pile in without anyone noticing. 

The feeling of the door not opening quite right due to someone already trying to open the door was enough to turn Natsume’s blood ice cold. The least worst would be Keisuke who’s already used to all these supernatural shenanigans, and knew to stay quiet.

Panic began to beat through the girl’s heart to see her mother opening the door, still haven’t gone to bed yet but looked ready to.

“Natsume…why were you out so late?” Natsume’s mother inquired, looking even more shocked to see Ayame was there. “And aren’t you supposed to be in France? Is that one of your friends from France, how did you get here?”

“There was a purple mirror and—“ Ayame tried to explain, Natsume quickly shushed her with a look of ‘she has no idea about any of this youkai stuff and will think we’re crazy if we tell it straight’ in her eyes.

“Oh she’s just here for a brief visit with her roommate! J-Jetlag sure is disorienting isn’t it Ayame and Dorothea?” Natsume hastily tried to say, quickly leading the girls to her room to crash for the night, knowing that she would have a lot of explaining to do in the morning.

Unbeknownst to the girls, the older woman just stood in silence after closing and locking the front door after the girls crashed in. She always saw Natsume (or in some rare cases, Keisuke) with that white wristwatch. How very nostalgic.

Purple mirror, and traveling long distances so easily. She knew what that meant, it was unbelievably convenient when she was a girl, especially with the ones in St. Peanutsburg.

But those days were long gone, even giving her watch to a certain friend of hers. She was curious if repairs could be done, but it was more of she didn’t want to think about the horrors that made her no longer want to see such specters.

And yet, she’s haunted by it. Gods, even her own child is hanging around her old friends, she has to pretend to not see them. 

However, today was the day to finally face some old demons. Eyes glazed with hesitation, a nervous finger hovering over a contact that had barely been used.

The quiet rings of the phone were deafening, reminding the older woman that she was going to have to face the inevitable, and face it right now.

“H-Hey, Inaho, sorry for calling so late, it’s a bit of an emergency,”

“You know me, midnight is when I’m the widest awake. You haven’t called in ages, Fumika. What’s the matter?”

“I’m going to need my watch back if you’ve finished those repairs, one of Natsume’s friends, she got transported here all the way from France by what I presume to be an Ungaikyo.”

“Gotcha, youkai activity has been ramping up a lot lately. I think the King of A Hundred Demons is making a comeback,”

Meanwhile, Natsume, while trying to get some sleep, could hear her mother conversing over the phone. Whatever she was talking about on the other end, she could not hear a word from where she was in the house. 

But her mother’s voice sounded grave.

“What?! …I can’t believe the seal and curse forged by you, me, and Keita’s medals and summoning capabilities from our watches would break so soon…I thought it would be well past our lifetimes when it would finally break!”

“I know, we lost against the King of the Hundred Demons…But he had one hell of an army…those Four Calamity Generals that impersonated generals from the three kingdoms era…their god king that was unbelievably powerful from all the strife and conflict from the past millennia…the dragon that could cause droughts by just existing in an area…plus the guy himself and his sister were no pushovers!”

“We had nearly a decade of befriending and mastering youkai and everything…and we still couldn’t completely defeat that hundred demon king! If only…what’s her name, Hebihime, hadn’t plotted to summon him…”

“Yeah…Yeah I’m hoping those rumors are all false in the end. Maybe it’s just an impersonator to get us all worried…”

Natsume eavesdropped with quite the surprised look on her face. All along, her parents had been involved with youkai?! Not to mention whatever their final battle was, it went horribly wrong, and it may be up to the detectives to pick up the pieces?

Could they really do it? Sure, the Sacred King’s Armory are incredibly strong youkai without a doubt! But are they strong enough to face a demon king with who knows how many horrific and powerful calamities?

Trying to sleep it off would be the best bet. It was probably nothing, but it was still bugging Natsume.

She could see visions of a king so immensely powerful, one that all the top one hundred of the most vile demons flocked to. He was their king, their master, and all of them would bend to his cruel will.

As for Ayame and Dorothea, being warped back to Japan wasn’t exactly what they had in the cards for their day off. Surely with all the youkai Ayame had dealt with, they could probably hitch a quick emergency ride on Suzaku if things got dire.

Though before trying to knock out for the night, a quick post on Usuranura

 about what had happened wouldn’t hurt. However, when loading the page there was a large notice on the submit a sighting page.

Hello, we have temporarily closed the submission box for the next 12 hours due to constant spamming by a user seeming to evade any and all IP bans I impose on this anonymous user.

If you see a 21 month old girl named Moriko please send it to this email address, so I can hopefully contact her worried parents. Who, again, keep spamming (I know you’re worried, trust me I know what it’s like, but I want to make sure sightings don’t get buried!)

Indeed, there had been a spam of messages that were deleted upon refresh, showing rather jumbled writing pleading for help in finding Moriko. Small, wears pink, has fluffy, frizzy latte foam colored hair. The text of the messages seemed to be pretty scrambled, either due to panic, lack of finesse with touch screens due to long nails or inexperience, or both.

Either way, even with the panic someone had in their heart, sleep needed to come first after this long, strange, and eventful day. Even if it was only for a mere wink of sleep, everyone needed it.

Yet, despite hunkering for a peaceful slumber, the girls had a feeling another bird was looming by. 

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Dawn’s sunlight only barely started to crack through the horizon when Ayame was woken up by Natsume’s mother knocking on the door gently, asking for her name in particular.

“Ms. Amano, what do you need? It’s really early…” Ayame asked, rubbing her eyes. 

In the older woman’s hand was a watch, a lot like the ones everyone in the detective agency had. However, instead of going around the wrist, it was tied by an azure chord, contrasting nicely with the pearlescent whites and rosy pinks that made up the watch’s casing.

“I’ve heard about how you ended up back here, and, well…” She tried to explain, Natsume joining in with her friend.

“Mom…I heard you last night talking with Saki’s Mom…What on earth happened and have you been able to see youkai this entire time?”

Knowing that it was going to be a long, difficult conversation ahead, the three got ready for the day and moved into the living room to discuss things.

“The short answer is…Yes, I’ve been able to see youkai since I was at least 11, during the most eventful and strange summer of my life,” Natsume’s mother began to weave her yarn. “Not only myself, but your father and Saki’s mother as well. We were Watchers that were able to stop just about any threat without much issue!”

“However, there was one threat that nearly wiped us…The King of One Hundred Demons. He was the leader of a faction during the Great Throne Wars long ago, with the intent of annihilating the human race. An…incident when your father and I were in our last year of high school occurred when a youkai girl with the title of Hebihime 

 “We were experienced and would not let him attempt to reach that goal again, but it took literally everything. Our medals, summoning capabilities of our watches, all of it just to seal him, and in order to ensure he’d never return again, your father gave up his memories of youkai to enact a powerful curse.”

“It seems that curse, one that would not let him reawaken until humanity was able to play god by one to one clone a deceased human to perfection, has been broken…” Finally, the woman concluded. “That demon king is no joke. Some of the strongest youkai we came face to face with were merely his underlings.”

“I never knew any of that, I’m sorry you had to go through all that, mom. I’d understand why you never brought it up until now…” Natsume answered gently, allowing her mother to hug her gently.

“I’m sorry for not telling you sooner, but I hope the rumors of the resurrection of that demon king are a hoax,” The girl’s mother responded back, trying to hold back tears. “I cannot let him hurt you or anyone ever again.” 

Natsume was quiet for a moment, breaking away from the embrace to put her hands on her mother’s shoulders. “I know what we may face may be horrifying, but if we can beat Soranaki, we can beat this King of A Hundred Demons guy no problem. Just…trust in us, alright?” 

“Yeah!” Ayame added in. “We’ll make him very sorry that he messed with us!”. Dorothea nodded, not really understanding due to the language barrier, but tried to piece things together from body language and tone in the voices. 

“Thank you all, it’s painful to remember that time…but I remember a possible weak point,” Natsume’s mother began. “A possible weakness of The King of a Hundred demons, or better known as—“

Any overview of the demon king was cut short by a deafeningly loud screech. 

“What was that?!” Fumika commented, Natsume and Ayame scrambling for their watches to try and figure out the source of the sound, though the latter looked a bit confused.

“Mrs. Amano, how do I use this thing?” Ayame asked, fumbling with the watch until pressing a button that not only flipped open the watch’s main lid, but shined a fairly bright light and made a few radar-like bleeps.

With both watches’ lights shining, the youkai had made itself clear to be some sort of monstrous owl, aglow with blue spectral flame. It let out another horrifying sound, making the damned screams of a barn owl sound like a gentle serenade of a songbird. In terms of size, it was pretty small compared to other youkai, a bit larger than a Great Grey Owl, but was much smaller than, say, Suzaku.

“Tatarimokke!” The youkai wasted no time getting to introductions, letting the house know right away who it was and what they meant.

Even if it was pretty small, it knew exactly what Natsume was doing when she instinctively grabbed for the arc of the (mostly) reliable red feline. The feathered fiend jumped onto Natsume, trying to claw at her with its sharp talons. It was enough to make her drop the arc, but before Tatarimokke could even get a scratch in, it was met with a hearty whack of a rolled up magazine.

“Get off my daughter you overgrown turkey!” Fumika cursed, trying to keep a level head but treating the monstrous youkai like it was a small bird that had flown in by accident. “Girls, focus on getting this thing outside! I just got new tiling installed in the kitchen yesterday, I can’t afford to see you or my hard work get hurt!” 

As instructed, the girls chased Tatarimokke out of the house and right into the front yard. The further away they could get away from the neighborhood, the better given how there would be more space to do battle against this beast.

Without much or any hesitation, Dorothea grabbed a nearby fallen branch, and started smacking Tatarimokke with it.

“Dorothea! That’s not a normal owl! You could get hurt!” Ayame spoke, knowing she was the only one between her and Natsume that could speak fluent French. Dorothea kept standing her ground.

“I know, but I heard a stick is effective on fending off crows, so it must work on owls?” Dorothea admitted, Ayame being the only one who understood her French. There had to be a youkai capable of breaking these weird language barriers… “But I think with a bit of this, you guys should be able to get in after it without being swooped in!”

One hard bonk and the owl was down, it’s screechy breath wheezy and angry. It knew once it got back up, it would try to tear these girls into shreds.

Right as Tatarimokke was about to get back up to slash apart the girls, it heard a voice. A voice it recognized.

“Don’t hurt her! Moriko, it’s me!” A voice cried out, a voice with the strain of a father who’s voice had gotten exhausted and hoarse trying to find his child. 

“Oh…you must be the one who was spamming Usuranura last night…” Ayame commented, looking at the panicked and running figure calling the child’s name. He shambled to try to intervene, clearly exhausted from tirelessly looking for the individual named Moriko.

Though to one person, it rang a bell.

“F-Fukuro!? H-how are you even alive!?” Natsume gasped, absolutely flabbergasted that such a youkai had managed to survive.

But it was true, Fukurou was there, alive and mostly well. He still wore the same attire he did two years ago, though a bit more tattered and with a few stains of blood from trying to take control of Fudo-Muyoou. The tips of his feathers were permanently a dark teal, the same for his red tipped, talon-like hands. Or rather, hand, as quite visibly he lacked a right hand and part of his right forearm. 

The owl rested its face in the humanoid’s arms, tears forming in it’s vacant, soul piercing eyes. Finally, it cried out something that wasn’t a shrill screech.

“Papa…Papa I’m sorry…” The youkai cried, the ominous energy fading away as all what was left was something that was the polar opposite of the monstrous and destructive owl. It was a small child, only about the age of a toddler. She was dressed in a kimono and hifu, forged from the finest silks dyed in adorable pastels, and adorned with a few flower-like accessories. Even a few bits of teal to pop out from the pastel pinks, to match alongside her father.

“There there Moriko…” Fukurou spoke with such a gentle softness. “I know it wasn’t your fault…I’m just glad you’re safe.”

“Girls, are you alright?” Fumika stepped out, wondering what all the commotion was. Just as things seemed to end well, there was a curveball thrown in for good measure.

Appearing was a certain someone who carried the title of Snake King proudly, his blue, slit-like eyes staring down with intimidation. He was pursuing Fukurou it seems, given the older owl’s reaction to the very presence of the Han’yo. Even Fumika seemed to blink for a moment. Something about him rung a bell.

“L-Lord K-Kaira! I-I can explain! I-It wasn’t my faul–” Fukurou tried to answer, only for his daughter to stand up between the two adults.

“Don’t hurt papa!” A shrill from Moriko boldly opposed the snake king, without the knowledge that he held the title of Great King for over a year in Enma’s stead. Had Fukurou not held her back, her tiny fists would have absolutely tried to punch the half snake right in the shins. “Papa’s nice! Papa made me not angry! Dushala made me a meanie for no reason!” 

Kaira and Fumika in particular looked shocked at what the owlet girl had confessed. 

“…I see, so she’s the one behind this…all those rumors are true after all…damn the gods…” Kaira cursed, giving a sigh. His face became a little lighter as he looked at the younger youkai. A quite awkward but clearly earnest smile graced his face. “I am not going to hurt you or your father. Though with what happened to you, I got worried.”

“Don’t worry, mister snakey man,” Moriko answered swiftly. “Papa keeps me safe, new friends keep me safe.” 

With a bit of non-verbal gestures, she was allowed to wiggle out of her father’s grasp to toddle over to Natsume. Her teeny tiny clawed hands holding an arc that she was just barely able to grip. The braided girl gave a smile, taking the arc and saying “Thank you, Moriko” while ruffling the fluff of hair.

“Right, about the whole dying and coming back thing,” Kaira began to explain. “I was in charge of being the final word in a lot of punishments towards youkai that had caused trouble around when the Soranaki incident was happening. I don’t know what had gotten over me at that moment…but I somehow could feel that causing youkai to go berserk wasn’t something Fukurou was doing willingly or freely. 

“I decided that I would allow him a second chance in raising Tatarimokke, a youkai born from a deceased human infant due to any number of reasons, both natural and manmade. If the child perished or was harmed by his own hand, I would immediately take his soul to Infinite Hell myself.”

“But, you’ve been doing a good job, Fukurou. Spoiling her, dare I say, those silks aren’t cheap and you haven’t gotten anything new in a while…”

“Well, if it isn’t broken, don’t fix it,” Fukurou concluded, absolutely relieved he wasn’t going to be dragged back. “But, it perhaps may be a bit dangerous now.”

“I hope you never have to know her name,” Kaira concluded. “It is best you try to hide yourselves as Enma and I fear something horrifying could take place in this town once more.” 

Just about Kaira was about to make his leave, a voice called for him. 

“Wait! Lord Kaira, is it? We ended up here by accident due to a mirror kept by one of Dorothea’s teachers, is it possible you can take us back to France? Pretty please?” Ayame explained, Kaira pausing for a bit.

“Your teacher has an Ungiyako? I thought there was a Faerie that would serve the same purpose. I can take you back no problem, though I encourage you to try to see if there’s a way to fend yourself. Youkai are everywhere, after all.”

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Of course the moment Goku Kyubi asks about Shutendouji leading the way, he takes her to a deserted mountain where there’s no sign of life, and even the spiritual energies are pretty low. The kitsune’s mismatched eyes looked at the oni, a displeased look in her eyes.

“So…Where’s that big fat papa you said you would lead me to?” Goku Kyubi inquired. Shutendouji shot a bit of a stone cold look back at her.

“Yeah so, about that,” Shuten answered, azure, flame-like energy starting to form around his arm. “All the stuff about Ibuki Douji, all his backstories, that was a load of crap I just made up. I’d figure such a wise goddess like yourself would pick up on all the inconsistencies, but guess not.”

If she was merely just calmly angry before, Goku Kyubi was absolutely seething and she made it clear with her high pitched rant of a voice. 

“You STUPID brute!” She shouted, a force of energy knocking her back before she could rant some more, but she still tried to stand firm. “How dare you insult AND hurt a goddess like myself, and the queen of a hundred demons herself for that matter!?”

“I may be stupid but I’m not an idiot,” Shutendouji bluntly gave a shockingly levelheaded response to the festering angry fox. “Not so much of an idiot to let you over to all that I have left.”

“Then what is it you have left, sacreligious idiot!?” Goku Kyubi kept her ranting game going and going strong. She managed to jump up and grabs her humanoid hands around Shutendouji’s neck, her expression becoming much more enraged. “You better tell me the truth or else you’ll never wish you messed with the Great Divine Almighty Goddess Goku Kyubi!”

Shutendouji merely sat silent, Goku Kyubi gritting her teeth as brightly colored red and blue energy casted from her hands, and with a simple chant, put the oni in his place, unable to move.

“Come on, speak up!” Goku Kyubi commanded, her tone becoming impatient by the second. She kept casting sparks of ember in hopes to get him to finally speak up. “Unless you were birthed from the void and nothingness, you have to have a parent!”

“Mo…Momiji…She’s my mother, and you’ll be sorry if you try messing with me…” Shutendouji managed to mutter after a bit of prodding, the kitsune roaring into laugher

“Bah! What a joke!” Goku Kyubi laughed. “You, the son of the legendary Momiji?! Don’t joke with me, just because you’re an Oni doesn’t mean you two are related! Come on, she was a scholar, leader, and warrior who wielded a youseiken, you’re merely a low ranking frat boy compared to her!”

Just then, a thought came into the Kitsune’s mind, a sinister grin appearing on her face. “Tell you what, regardless of if you’re related to her or not, I have the perfect use for you after all,”

Using her magic to make massive claws out of red and blue flame, she grasped Shutendouji to make sure this time he could not run away or lead her astray.

“W-Wait, what?! What are you gonna do!?” Shutendouji demanded, Goku Kyubi fumbling out a little portable mirror to head back to the palace lair.

“You’ll see, and perhaps if you really are related to her, I will be sorry. But I’ll outsmart her and make you actually useful for once!”

#yokai watch shadowside #yo kai watch shadowside #shadowside

[pashminalamb]

Oh! Okay I’m really glad and that’s a huge relief too. Oh ho ho ho I’m sure that NNN challenger idea is gonna be great I look forward to it! 😌 AHHHHH I also can’t wait for Bachira to be added into the series. I saw him the first episode and I was like “yes that one. the insane adorable one? yeah he’s mine now.” Asdhjkgfghh I love him so much. And those are some solid pieces of advice. I should probably remind myself of them more often. Ohhh what book? I recently went on a book shopping spree (that was my birthday gift) and got a whole bunch of books that I can’t wait to read once I have the time. The to-be-read list keeps getting longer and I’m like “…… but one more book wouldn’t hurt.” And then proceed to add 5 more ajshkjfdfcchjfdfg 💀💀. Anyways. Also kind of a random fact abt me but like I’m anime-only for Blue Lock rn and I KNOW WHAT YOURE THINKING BUT HEAR ME OUT. No I promise you didn’t spoil me. I’m a master at avoiding them now because I have this habit of like watching the first episode and then deep-diving into the shows tag on tumblr (x reader too ofc) and like seeing if I like the vibes. I have not yet gotten spoiled because I’m so practiced at dodging spoilers now. Anything that remotely even LOOKS like a spoiler I’m like “nope” and keep scrolling even tho it doesn’t get any easier each time 😭. So like don’t worry abt spoilers with me. But with this I’m always so excited for upcoming events and meeting new characters in the show. And especially with Blue Lock, cause like I’m a sports anime lover and the concept of Blue Lock is so different and new and it was so hyped up that I knew I had to try it. Fast forward to now and I have volume 2 of the manga and am waiting on my orders for volumes 1 and 3 😌😅💀. I’m still anime only tho cause I wanna finish the first season before I start the manga, that’s my policy. And like it’s so interesting how this show hooked me with the first episode (cough cough Bachira cough cough) and now I’m planning on reading the manga which is a huge surprise because I never read sports anime manga cause I feel like watching it is just more of a experience you know? Haikyuu being the only exception for me ofc. I’m currently in a mission to collect all 45 volumes. But it’s gonna take me a minute for obvious reasons. Anyways. But like Blue Lock just came in and swept me away. So like I’m really excited to see what happens in next weeks episode. Also your works were one of the reasons I decided to watch Blue Lock in the first place because they were so amazing to read even though I didn’t know any of the characters. Like your writing is just THAT good. So thank you for feeding into my new obsession 😌. Also I read in your bio awhile ago that you’re a November Scorpio? Happy early or belated birthday!! 🥳🎉🎂 I’m an October Scorpio so reading that was a pleasant surprise. Anyways. Thank you for your kind words in response to my earlier ask, they really meant a lot. Your blog is a huge comfort for me, all of tumblr really, but there are only a few blogs that I actually intact with because I love the vibes and energy and writing and the person behind it all (ie you), it’s just overall really comforting and makes me feel safe. ALSO do you mind if I give you my review and analysis of the episodes as I watch them?? Maybe occasionally?? I cant do that with your works yet unfortunately but I will try to as soon as I finish the first season or give into reading the manga before the season ends, whichever comes first. You can clearly tell that my self-restraint is on thin ice 💀💀. Anyways as always I hope your day goes good! *sends virtual hugs*

- ✨ anon

✨ anon !! ૮₍ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა

Oh yeah the idea I have for the NNN challenge is gonna be a tempting one but at the same time not everyone's cup of tea cause its kind of an old school idea; but at the same time. I know watching this thing made me go 'That's hot.'

Oh yeah i totally know that feeling of seeing someone and just falling for them. Like when I saw Yoichi I was all like 'he is so cute. lil blueberry muffin' and when I saw Kunigami I deadass went 'that's literally football bakugou and there is no way you can convince me otherwise. Cause just look at him, man wants to be a surperhero and looks EXACTLY like him, but he wasn't that much of an asshole' (he gets turned into one later during the series tho) Meguru looked so cute just lying on the floor and I kinda get him and his monster cause its a way of saying that he's in the zone (like the aomine and Kagami knb reference if anyone knows what I'm talking about?)

As for me; the moment I saw Aiku... I was like 'you have my attention.' But I knew something wasn't right cause I knew that this looked a little too good. Then i find out that he is a womanizer. And to add more onto that, he even got slapped and didn't care. He likes summer cause he gets to see girls in bikinis. And I was right about him liking baby chicks

Out of EVERYONE how is it that I get stuck with a person like this (me just proving that I fall for red flags) but i still love him and watch me defend this man .

(like even if you look at my track record with Haikyuu; likes Miya twins, Sawamura Daichi, Kageyama Tobio, Kuroo Tetsuro. Istg I'm asking for it)

So I'm currently reading Tuesdays with Morrie; its a heavy book based on the conversation between a dying teacher and his student and its based more on philosophy and the books I got were the old man and the sea by Ernest Hemingway, the alchemist by Paulo Coelho and books based on psychology. I have a very mixed taste and from the looks of it, its not very interesting is it? my personality is a mess and so is the aesthetic i roll with atp

Which books did you get? Must be some pretty good ones if you can't stop and you need to read 5 more? Is it a manga?

Oh yeah i totally get it. Reading a football manga and actually seeing it animated are two very different things (I wanna see how they animate Aiku cause I already got early spoilers for how everyone else looked. But aiku? I am waiting. I spoiled chainsawman for everyone and I was really surprised that Pochita's voice was so soft cause I was expecting something as deep as Daichi's voice? And same. Even if I get spoilers I will watch the whole thing; its a different story when i figure out the plot tho (i was forced to watch YOU despite predicting the entire plot of season 1 and season 2 in 5 minutes ; its the typical 'if I can't have you no one can' but I watched it anyway cause of my ex. couple goals ) I wish you luck on the journey of collecting all 45 mangas; cause even I wanna get bllk mangas ngl and I plan on buying one this week ig but I keep pushing it off ૮ ˶´ ᵕˋ ˶ა

I- I am surprised but happy that I got you into bllk ૮⸝⸝ > ꇴ <;⸝⸝ づ with time i'll even get you to like Aiku

And we can obsess together

And yeah i am a november scorpio; thank you for you wishes anon!!

( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝) we're scorpio buddies

I'm glad you like my writing though cause even if the content and the pace I keep with the posting is according to my comfort, at the end of the day, its an 'x reader' edition and you guys are the ones reading it; so it means a lot to me when every one of you reads my works and likes it ૮₍ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა and I'm glad that you feel safe here and that this is your comfort blog.

Of course !! You're very much welcome to give an analysis or a review whenever you want and ready!

go wild bb. Tumblr is supposed to be chaotic and that is welcome here ♡꒰ᵕ༚ᵕ⑅꒱

*sending hugs back*

#saint.σ #.lost sheep : ✨ anon

[saeyoungchoismaid]

Hey guys. So I have a pretty big announcement to make...

As of right now, I will no longer be accepting requests for Obey Me, meaning I will be deleting a lot of my Obey Me requests. 

This has been a long time coming, but I wanted to try to keep hope that I would be able to get through all of your requests with time. As I’m sure you all have noticed, I haven’t answered an OM request in months probably and I haven’t even played the game in even longer. Firstly, I shouldn’t have done my requests like I did. I kept them open way too long, and now I have a bajillion requests in my inbox (including events, but still). That was my first big mistake, and now keeping them there and trying to force myself to write for a fandom that I’m not really a part of anymore feels like a chore more than a hobby or passion like it used to. I still love our OM boys and I’ll still write for them, I just can’t crank out requests like I used to anymore. I want to write for them in my own time because I want to do it, not because it feels like I’m required to. 

I’m entering my third year of college, I just quit my job, and I have to find a new place to live, so I have a lot going on right now. Plus, I think I have insomnia and it’s causing me to, obviously, lack sleep, so I’ve just been overall drained of energy. 

I want to apologize to those who have stuck around for so long and have been waiting for me to write their requests. I know what it feels like to have high hopes about your request being written and then never hearing anything back. But over the years I have also learned that the people behind these blogs are just that. People. I know they have lives just like I do and it’s enough for me to be able to read what they have written since I’m able to read their content for free. 

So, below this point will be a list of all the requests (29) I’m deleting since I don’t want to spam my blog with a long list of asks. If any Obey Me blogs see these and want to write them, please go for it! You don’t need my permission! All I ask is that you tag the person who requested it if they didn’t ask it on anon. And hey, maybe I’ll come back and do these some day, who knows. Again, I’m really sorry to anyone who sent me an ask. Then again, I’m betting that the people who sent me asks (especially on anon) have already forgotten about them and probably haven’t looked at my blog in ages. Again, while I’m getting rid of a lot of the requests, I’m not getting rid of all of them. And I’ll, of course, still be writing for all of my other fandoms still, so stayed tuned for that too!

Alright, here’s the list for anyone who wants it! (If I @ you down below and you would like your @ removed, please let me know!) 

@sockpansy asked:

I have another obey me headcanons if you dont mind! Each of the boys reacting to an MC (gender neutral) who manages to sneak around and hit thwm with a nerd bullet in the face while they are off gsurd (yes, even Lucifer doesnt expect it)

Sorry for 3 ask now, i just really love your writing! Obey me headcanons (agian) with a gender neutral mc, who leaves nerfguns, bullets, and s note inside each boys roo.. Saying that at 9 am, the battle begins, and offering a prize to the winner (whatever you want the prize to be) and also that tge bedroom is only safe until you leave it, cause fsr rules in a nerf war

@haccubi-chan asked:

Helloo i don't know if is here where I can ask for a headcanon (I hope xd) Can you please do a headcanon about the demon Brothers of Obey Me searching MC in the human world and discover that she have a abusive relationship?? Only do this if you want don't worry ^^

@niphredil-14 asked:

The brothers and diavolo with a short but extremely angry s/o? Like, their s/o's anger could rival Satan's?

Anonymous asked:

Can you pls do an one shots about Lucifer dream he dance in a ball in Diavolo's castle with a girl and that dreams happens (a bit like they are soulmates idk)? thanks ^^

Anonymous asked:

Hi, thx for ur writing! My insomnia is really bad. Usually I can't sleep for 5 days, I start hearing & seeing hallucinations, that's really scary. My pills mostly don't work. So I can't think normally & I look likeuse drugs (people mostly think that way). I do things slowly & I'm not really interested in anything. Sometimes I lose most recent memories. But when I sleep normally, my mind wants to read, study, etc so sometimes I'm pretty (really) smart. How demon bros would react to such a human?

@julain-needs-a-hug asked:

Ok, this is a really random request.... But, do you think you could do the demon brothers reacting to MC signing "no no don't touch me there this is my no no square."

@sad-them-hours asked:

A concept: ear scritches. MC giving the demonimals (demon animals) ear scritches

Anonymous asked:

Mc who's usually super no touch going apeshit fangirly and petting, cuddling, and basically hugging the brothers' ears and tail headcanons (separate or all in one, whichever you want). That's it, that's the request.!!!

Anonymous asked:

How about a scenario where kitty satan is given catnip? Something fluffy, i just imagine it would be absolutely adorable. This even really did give me a deep craving for kitty satan content i really want to fulfill

Anonymous asked:

Hi, I hope you’re doing great! :) I’d like to make an Obey Me! request! The brothers’ reaction to an MC who has a really big nose and is very insecure about it. Please and thank you so much! // (you’re beautiful the way you are anon <3)

@hubbaandthebubba asked:

Hello fellow human I am here to request for some hcs with the brothers + Diavolo with a Mc who had cancer when they were young but still has their hair and is bpvery fragile to the human realm already. Like they have asthma, they have low iron, they need to carry medications everywhere especially an Epipan and they’re really frustrated that they’re born with such a weak body? Thank you human if possible cause I have a weak body too. // I’m so so so so sorry that you have to go through this. My mom was actually just diagnosed with cancer, so reading this was hard. I’m sorry I never got around to making this for you 🥺💔

Anonymous asked:

can i see,,,,,, fem!reader x levi. youre in his room or whatever and he legit says "fuck it" and like pulls you into a heated kiss which leads to... more...? nsfw themes in case you couldnt tell already aldnksjd

Anonymous asked:

How do you think the obey me bros  and MC will react seeing a genderbent version of themselves and vice versa?

Anonymous asked:

Sorry for send the same request twice, but I just saw your tips so I specify what I would like. An f hc Dom!MC with all brothers ( nsfw of course, I like that too ! ). Thanks and I love your writing !

@krussyfed asked:

I've been feeling The Big Sad as of late and I was wondering if you could write the brothers with an MC who struggles with imposter syndrome (specifically Lucifer and Satan because🥺). Thank you and god bless you are doing this fandom a massive service // ana oop- not me not writing for this fandom anymore LMAO. I’m sorry that you were feeling down and I’m sorry I couldn’t provide any comfort <3

Anonymous asked:

Can i request a fic where the Obey Me brothers react to an MC who writes fanfiction about them? Thank you! // this is actually so funny I might come back and do this one 

Anonymous asked:

I would like to ask you for an imagine Satan x fem mc in which she is hunted at night with the thought of her own death.  Like the fact of sleeping makes her awake in cold sweat about someday not waking up besides him.  thank you🙏💕 // I was struggling to write this one bc then I was just thinking “wouldn’t they just become a angel/demon???” lmao

@saltypaperdestiny asked:

Hey hun! I just found your blog! I love it, you're doing great, and I genuinely mean that. If it's not to much, I'd like to request Simeon x Fem angel MC x Barbatos. (Yes, I read your angle headcanons, it was great!) And I just really wanted to request a story! Like Simeon is basically fighting the demon butler to keep his lamb safe & PURE while Barbie is fighting to corrupt the innocent soul. Slight NSFW on both sides please. Thank you, and good luck! Bye! // this request is literally SO juicy but there’s no way I could do it justice </3 sorry bestie T_T

Anonymous asked:

Can I ask for a sociopathic mc who's trying her best to understand the stage emotions she feels for the brothers and all their reactions. Love your tumblr! ♥️♥️

Anonymous asked:

hii! how do you think the brothers would kiss/react to a mc that has braces (I just got mine fixed on today and tbh IT HURTS LIKE HELL) thanks <3

Anonymous asked:

hii. if it's okay, how do you think the demon brothers (and solomon and simeon if possible) would react to a mc who's scared of almost everything (tbh I'm just asking this because I want to see mammon being an over-protective boyfriend lol) thanks a lot :3 // overprotective Mammon is BEST Mammon anon <3

Anonymous asked:

Hey! How are you? I was wondering if you could do headcannons to female or gender neutral (for others to enjoy)  Mc kissing the brothers and the not undateables with something like chocolate in their mouths. You may add some nsfw if you want :)

Anonymous asked:

So, how about the obey me brothers with an MC who has noddle arms and such (not short, just very skinny, especially on the arms) and they look super weak but then they just pick up the brother like they weigh nothing?(for example, maybe the brothers were saying something rude to Mammon and they just walk past, picks Mammon up and leaves super casually?)

Anonymous asked:

Hello! I hope you’re having a great day and staying hydrated! Is it okay if I can request the Brothers and Now-dateables reacting to an MC that’s quick to stop? It sounds weird but what I mean is MC would greet with a hug/cuddle and if the Demon/Angel/Sorcerer try to tease them or act like they hate it, MC would just not be affectionate with them until they either say they like the hugs or apologize for teasing them. Also MC won’t pout or try to beg to cuddle them, they never want to make anyone uncomfy and would just stop the minute they’re told “no”

Anonymous asked:

Hi so this request is a little weird for some people but, you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to is it ok if the mc is genderfluid and bi but doesn’t associate themselves in the LGBTQIA+ community due to them being shunned, and there identity being frowned upon or undervalued by people telling them there fake and not a real gender and sexuality or just being told Bisexuality doesn't really exist. People are just gay or straight, everyone’s really bisexual, bisexual people just want straight privilege, bisexual people are just greedy and fake, that person doesn’t really look like a man or woman. But the brothers being accepting and really nice to them better than their own community just some fluffy fluff. You don’t have too if you don’t want too just been down in the weather lately. // you’re valid anon and I’m sorry I couldn’t write this for you <3 I hope you’ve been feeling better! <333

Anonymous asked:

How would the Obey Me! boys (brothers + datables) react to an MC who’s got Vitiligo, and is super self-conscious about it? (Also, if you don’t know what Vitiligo is, it’s where people have two different skin and sometimes hair color) // you’re perfect the way you are anon <3 sorry I couldn’t do your request </3

Anonymous asked:

Have you done an Obey Me! MC who’s just always selfless and creative and kind, but underneath it all, it’s like they don’t feel emotions properly, cause their parental figures never taught them emotions properly? Sorry if it really long, I just wanted to get this out.

Anonymous asked:

Demon bros +now datables with a workaholic MC. Like, rivals Lucifer-level workaholic.

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Your tags on https://www.tumblr.com/ayzrules/725611442866454528/ive-heard-a-lot-of-people-say-dont-reach-out-to

#i still do get bitter over how much time and energy i was willing to put into group 1 that group 1 wasn't returning to me#like this stuff takes so much time to get over

God, yes. I feel like I've been trying to "get over" a friendship that became like that for longer than the friendship has actually been good and healthy for.

Good on you for changing your priorities and sticking with it. I try to do something similar, every time I find myself dwelling on how hurtful that was, I channel the energy into making contact with a different friend.

I hope all the people with excuses in the tags see posts like yours and see what the takeaway is - that the result was NOT the friendship staying as it was with no effort from them. If you treat someone with lack of care, they WILL eventually start to care less about you, for self-preservation if nothing else. Good excuses and good communication about them can stave this off, but only so much.

Hang in there and thanks for sharing.

Good excuses and good communication about them can stave this off, but only so much.

gosh, so much this! Like, I didn't get to this point without talking to said friends - I got there after we had multiple conversations about it and it finally became clear enough to me that nothing was going to change. I think part of it was that I'm the kind of person who puts 100% into things I decide to invest time into, to an extent where it can get detrimental to my own health (i.e. staying up all night working on something instead of getting reasonable sleep) and this kind of bleeds into my interpersonal relationships. That group was my "top priority" in terms of channeling energy and enthusiasm for a long time, and the realization that the others in the group just didn't return the sentiment for whatever reason (and I mean that in the most neutral, least accusatory way possible - i understand that all of us are dealing with school, mental health, jobs, etc) was both difficult and freeing for me. I actually did exactly what the original post said you shouldn't (oops, haha) and literally wouldn't message first in the chat for weeks or months at a time - and every time I did that, the chat was just dead. Zero activity. I think that helped put some things into perspective for me too, especially when another chat I was in didn't suffer from this kind of issue.

every time I find myself dwelling on how hurtful that was, I channel the energy into making contact with a different friend.

100%! It's definitely been a much healthier way of coping with it for me. I haven't cut anyone from group 1 off or blocked/gone no contact or whatever, but I also don't go out of my way to randomly pop in and say hi anymore. Wrt my newer groups/chats I've always thought of it as like, filling the space that group 1 used to hold in a way? if i think of a fun activity that i might have liked to propose to group 1 in the past, i suggest it to my new group instead. i'm more than happy to do work and organize activities or fun lil events like music streams with new group because i get more than just "Ooo" as a response to suggestions. lmao.

If you treat someone with lack of care, they WILL eventually start to care less about you, for self-preservation if nothing else.

100% that last part. i haven't looked at any of the tags in the original post, but i hope those people can understand that it's supremely unhealthy to be waiting desperately for someone to respond and getting upset when they just don't while seeing them respond elsewhere, or wracking your brain for ways to engage people - who are supposed to be your friends! - in ways where they won't just ghost in the middle of the conversation, or feeling bitter when you're trying to put something together for them but the intended recipients don't seem invested or particularly receptive at all (me a few hours before seeing the original post, lol). even though i haven't left the chat or blocked anyone etc, i've definitely moved on, mostly because it was really doing a number on my mental health and I just... didn't want to feel so sad and lonely all the time, yknow? I also wasn't going to blame them for it, because it's not their fault that our expectations of friendship were misaligned. it just happened. sometimes that's what life is. if any of them reach out to me, I respond and engage, and I do still occasionally seek them out. they're just not "top priority" for my energy or time anymore.

Hang in there and thanks for sharing.

thank you <3333 and thank you for sending this ask! I'm glad it's not just me who feels this way. I really did feel like I was going insane, lol

Wishing you all the best <3

#sorry this is so long asdl;fasdfasdf i'm hesitant to use a read more bc my blog theme is illegible #and i haven't figured out how to fix it #anyway. just rambling :D

[chaotic-neutral-knitter]

Another tag game! I was tagged by @chocolatepot; tagging @epersonae, @gaypiratebrainrot, and @emi--rose (no worries if you’ve already been tagged!)

Do you write in order? In the sense of “is the first thing I wrote usually the beginning?” No. Usually I have to write and write and write to figure out exactly what I’m actually trying to get at. Then once I’ve gotten a sense of the middle I can figure out how to frame it. But typically the last thing I write ends up being the ending - I never know how to end a thing until I’ve written all of it.

How fully formed does your writing come out the first try? Usually once I’ve finished a rough draft, I have a pretty clear idea of what I want it to be when it’s done. To me, it is already that thing, but the themes might not be intelligible to anyone but me. I have to edit and polish to make those qualities apparent to others, I think. But usually when I finish a rough draft I’m like “hell yeah this is awesome” and I read it the next day and realize all the flaws, lmao.

How many drafts do you go through? Oh god so many. I tend to edit by retyping scenes - switching between two tabs and just rewriting what I’ve already written. This helps me notice when I’m re-using phrases or adding too much detail into scenes... if I’m bored retyping it then maybe it isn’t important. But sometimes this backfires, because if I find a different direction for a scene to go then I’ll follow it. If I’m working through something complicated, like an argument between two characters, this can mean that I have five different versions of a scene that all end up in different places. Because dialogue always feels like I’m doing improv bits with myself, so the characters often surprise me and do completely different things than I wanted them to do. Eventually I’ll settle on one version, depending on how it fits into the larger story, but it’s an extremely non-linear process and it can be very overwhelming.

Tell me about your process. My “process” if it can be called that, is everything that you’re not supposed to do. I’m trying to get better at spending more time writing than I spend being angsty about writing, and I am getting better, but I’m still pretty shit at it. What I do currently is spend several days feeling very itchy and upset about how I don’t have space/time to write - bc I spend time scrolling tumblr instead of writing, bc I don’t actually ask for space to write in my personal life, etc - and then finally break that streak by using writing to procrastinate on something else. And I tend to wait for ~inspiration~ to write, instead of accepting that sometimes you just need to plod through a draft and fix it in post. Also, I can only ever write when my back is literally against the wall or I am cozied up in a way that no one can sneak up on me and see my screen. I think it’s genuinely because people have scared the shit out of me so many times by walking up to me while I’m in hyperfocus mode.

I write everything in google docs, since I can access that on all my devices so it’s a lower activation energy to start, but I’ve been trying out scrivener for a longer project I’m working on, because it organizes everything so neatly. It helps a lot with the multi-draft overwhelm but makes it harder to initiate writing since I have to transfer the files between my home computer and a flashdrive so I can work on them at work.

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