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pigcowboys · 9 months

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Hi boo(i hope that was not too cringe)! Could you pls do a percy jackson, enemies to lovers! story? Like in everyone in the Camp knows their hatred against each other but then they get send on a quest together and end up kissing each other to disguise their quest?!

I would really appreciate it!

Have a good Day!

pairing: percy jackson x gn! reader (2nd pov is used but someone does say 'chick')

summary: much to your displeasure, you find yourself on a quest with the one person you hate the most.

warning(s): BICKERING. mutual pining (they just don't know it yet.), kissing, swearing, enemies to lovers.

a/n: IT WASNT CRINGE DWW HAHA, i tried my best!! school starts for me pretty soon so im trying to write as much as i can before i have to go back.. (also im sorry abt the images i dont know whats going on with my computer.)

you hated them, everyone of them.

that wretched camp and it's obnoxious staff oh, and don't even get you started on that stupid oracle. she set you up! they all did.

gods, why of all people did it have to be him?

perseus jackson - most of the time shortened to just percy jackson, maybe even peter johnson at times. what an ass he was.

believe it or not when you first came to camp half-blood you had actually taken a liking to him. he was cute, full of energy and full of endless bravery, your exact type.

you weren't sure when it begun, your hatred for him, that is. it kind of just..started. when? not sure. your exact guess must've been that one valentine's day when he accidentally sneaked the last muffin at breakfast. yeah, that must've been it.

to be honest though, you didn't need a reason. you just did, and you weren't exactly quiet about it either. from the day you started to hate his guts all his advances to be nice to you were met with a glare or a huff. sometimes you'd just straight up walk away from him.

so, it basically didn't take him long to send you back the same glares or huffs or even the smallest mutter of 'geez, not this chick again..' everyone hoped the feud would dissipate, that the two of you would grow the fuck up and call a truce.

too bad their prayers didn't help.

infact, you were pretty sure that even if the gods themselves came down from olympus and said 'get along or die right here' you'd pick the latter in a heartbeat.

so, when you'd initially been called into chiron for some 'great news' you'd expected him to tell you that percy had finally decided to leave camp - or that you'd won the lottery. fuck, you wished that was it.

"hey, stay on your side, bucko!" you said, nudging percy to the side aggressively. "i'm not on the market, especially for you."

"can you be serious for second!" percy snapped back, his eyebrows furrowed in frustration. "we have to prove to chiron that we can do this." he turned back to face the front. "or...we're in for another lecture."

"i wouldn't mind, really," you grinned. "i've perfected the art of sleeping with my eyes open."

"if only you could perfect the art of silence.."

you glared at him.

the two of you were submerged underwater at the moment in one of percy's bubbles. chiron had asked of you to go to queens in order to do..something? you didn't really pay attention to chiron at the time - besides, you were thinking about drowning yourself in the nearest lake when you'd heard the percy going on the quest with you in tow. the only thing you could remember was that it was super important to not let anyone see you.

something about the appearance of two demigod children to monster being dangerous? you weren't sure why he thought the things wouldn't be able to sniff you out anyways.

the bubble wasn't even your idea to be fair. you'd suggested just taking the train, as it much easier but percy disagreed - as usual. said it would be quicker to just swim over via bubble transfer and although you wanted to disagree, you settled on the idea that the station at this time would be packed as hell.

so you bit your tongue and allowed yourself to be trapped in a bubble with percy for about a half an hour or so.

"ugh, how much longer..?" you asked, adjusting your clothes uneasily. the bubble wasn't by any means uncomfortable just..kind of warm? weirdly enough. percy didn't spare you a glance only opting to shurg his shoulder slightly as he focused on the vast ocean in front of the two of you.

you glared at him from your spot in the bubble, uncomfortably crossing your legs as you turned away from him, jumping when you realized a never before seen fish was staring into your soul from outside the bubble. it wasn't a surprise to you to see the fish, percy was the son of poseidon, you expected him to go full aquaman one day and pull up to camp half blood with a stream of wild dolphins and squids.

still, the beady little dead eyes scared the shit out of you. and in your natural knee jerk reflex, you moved back, inching into percy and bumping his shoulder. he turned to face you with a distasteful look, face contorting in confusion when he noticed the small school of fish now gathering.

your face morphed into one of uncomfort as you gazed at the tons of fish that seemed to spawn out of nowhere. "uh..can you call your friends off?"

percy seemed to share a look with the fish, a look of embarrassment flashing over his face briefly as he glared at them intensely. you looked on at the exchange in silence because, was he really talking to fishes? the fish eventually scrammed after a while and you and percy were back on your way. silence fell over the two of you before you spoke up suddenly.

"i didn't know you spoke fish.."

"drop it."

"i think we're here." percy annouced as the bubble started to drift closer to shore. were you guys there? you weren't sure at all. you were just happy to be out of that bubble - the close proximity was making you break out.

you were in fact there, somehow. and it was by then it hit you that this was a quest - a really important mission for a demigod and since it was assigned to specifically you and percy, it meant you had to deliver.

your duo walked towards the city, looking around for any suspicious looking civilians or any sign of irregular activity. it would've been an easy task to scope out the objective of the mission if it wasn't for percy's loud breathing.

seriously, you could hear him practically breathing down your neck as the two of you walked. him and his stupid big nostrils - you couldn't focus.

"mind breathing a little less loud?"

percy blinked at you. "these requests are starting to get literally concerning." his face contorted in confusion. "how the hell does one 'breathe a little less loud' ?"

"they not be percy jackson."

"that wasn't even english??"

you were about to say something else smart when a couple of people ahead caught your attention, they weren't inherently weird looking but, you got this vibe from them - that they weren't completely human. your mind raced as you looked around as nonchalantly as you could.

there were people here. to your right, 2 parents and their one hyperactive son who clawed at the ice cream in front of him with his tongue, a bright smile on his face and to your left a group of younger looking teenage girls who were chatting brightly. most likely about hair dye because their highlights were so bright they were giving you eye cancer.

you thought fast. pulling percy by his wrist as you dashed down the street, rushing into the nearest store slash tourist attraction you could as you pushed him into the corner roughly, looking behind you to see if the people had followed you.

he gave you a completely surprised look, slight annoyance forming on his face as he exhaled heavily. "is there any reason you felt like dragging me into this.." he looked around, eyes landing on a random cowboy hat that was situated on a hook in the corner of the place. "slightly..cool place?" he finished, grabbing the cowboy hat and observing it curiously.

"i saw them, well - i think i did.." you mumbled out, looking around erratically as you watched out for any signs of being followed. percy quirked an eyebrow at you.

"the IRS finally caught you orr.."

"percy, this is serious!" you exclaimed, growing slightly embarrassed when the store owner shot the two of you a look. you smiled at the owner awkwardly, ushering percy into a corner with your hand.

"look, i'm pretty sure i found the guys we were going here for." you said, still stealing glances behind you. "i saw them..just now, when were walking."

"did they follow us?" percy asked, more seriously now.

"i'm not sure," you frowned.

percy thought for a moment before speaking once more."they wouldn't do anything with all these humans here - we just have to make sure we blend in."

"and how do you suppose we do that?"

percy grinned at you, reaching over to grab another hat that was right next to the one he'd picked up earlier.

you grimaced, who's idea was it to put you two together?

"do you think we lost them?"

"nah, we definitely still need the disguises."

the two of you were situated on the street currently, attempting to look as normal as possible. though, it was pretty hard to with these stupid cowboy hats percy insisted the two of you had to wear. claimed it would be "inconspicuous" but in reality it was extremely, eye catching.

you figured he just wanted you to wear it so he could laugh behind your back about how utterly foolish you looked. it didn't help that he'd picked out the hat with the corniest design for you - and it was bedazzled.

you let of a huff of frustration. "can we switch? this one's too big on me., i'm half blind here, man."

"you'll live," percy reassured. "besides, it's better if they can't see your face."

"what's the use? they'll just sniff us out eventually."

percy shot you a look. "you're no fun."

you opened your mouth to say something when percy's face changed as he locked eyes with something behind you. you barely had time to react when he pulled you into a brutal bear hug, turning you away from whatever it was that was behind you.

your muscles tensed as your face started to burn with embarrassment. a "what the fuck, percy?" was muffled into his shirt as you felt the presence of the monsters nearing closer. your heart sank to your feet as realized how near they were really.

"whatever i do.." percy whispered in your ear. "just promise you won't be too mad."

"what're you talk-"

and then before you knew it, you'd lost your lip virginity. i mean, it wasn't the worst first kiss story you'd have to tell people. boy kissed me in order to distract the bloodthirsty monsters that were tracking us down! wow, how romantic.

in all honesty, you knew percy just did what he had to do. you knew he just had to keep you to keep your disguises up. that was probably the rest why you leaned into the kiss, hands coming up to rest on his chest as his brutal bear hug eased into more a gentle hug, his hands moving the hold your hips.

the kiss had to look real - romantic. that's why you pretend to be so into it that you let out a satisfied hum. you weren't sure if the monsters had moved on from the two of you, you weren't even sure if you were safe at all in the moment. but, it was starting to get hard to think as your mind swirled with various conflicting thoughts that stemmed from your actions at the moment.

percy broke the kiss, his eyes gazing into your curiously as he removed his hands from your hips slowly. you removed your hand from his chest, pulling away gently. your eyes searched his own for any sign of discomfort or disgust as you started to grow weary of the fact he'd just stolen your first kiss.

yet, you were surprised to find that there was none - just confusion and surprise. you tore your eyes away from him, clearing your throat. as you fixed your outfit. "i..i think i saw them go somewhere over there." you pointed at the secluded alleyway not too far from where you and percy stood. "let's go - we can get the drop on them."

percy stared at you for a moment before nodding, slightly dazed and following you towards the alleyway silently.

the ride back home - or should you say float back home was silent, as it always was. though, something different seemed to be hanging in the air this time. a feeling of awkwardness that was mostly unnatural to you and percy.

you wanted to ask about it - the kiss, why did he do it? why was that first thing he came up with? why did he lean into you slightly? why did the world seemed to stop for a second when your lips met and most of all whyyy the hell did you want it to happen again?

you stole a glance at percy. the two of you were a few feet away from each other, on opposite sides of the bubble. maybe you were going crazy or something but did percy look..good? you swore it was just because of the mixed feelings you had about him being your first but you couldn't shake the thought about how beautiful he looked in the moment.

okay, something's not right.

"do you wanna talk about it?" you blurted out suddenly, shifting positions as you leaned forward slightly. percy turned to look at you, he wasn’t annoyed nor angry, not even suicidal. he looked, enamored — and slightly caught off guard by your question.

"talk about what exactly?"

your eyebrows furrowed. "you kissed me, percy jackson." you pointed at him accusingly. "and you liked it."

percy blew a raspberry, a slightly surprised look on his face. "what makes you think i liked it?"

you paused. had you read something wrong? you thought about dropping the idea but thought against it, deciding to die on that hill. "because your hands somehow found their way onto my hips," you started. "and your lips pursed — and your heartbeat picked up little by the little the longer it lasted."

you crossed your legs, inching away from percy as you gave him a small frown. "and..you looked at me weird." percy's face was flushed as he looked at you silently from his position on the other side of the bubble.

"how did i look at you..?"

you glanced at him. "like you didn't want to drown me in the lake and leave my body for the fishes." you joked. "like..you didn't hate me."

"i don't hate you."

your head spun towards percy, your eyes widened comically. you opened your mouth to say something but the words were caught in your throat. percy analyzed you before speaking once more.

"i don't think i ever have, it's just - you're very annoying." percy sighed. "and it sucks because you're more attractive than you think you are." you stared at him in silence. your heart pounded in your chest as you gulped.

"do you like me?"

"do you like me?" percy repeated with emphasis on the me.

you laughed, inching towards percy on the other side of the bubble. "i do." you stopped in front of him, a warm smile on your face as you watched a smile break out onto his face. "i like you too." he whispered, staring at you quietly before leaning forward slightly to test the waters.

you instantly took the bait, leaning forward as well as you locked lips with percy one again. a bolt of lightning shot through you as you leaned into his touch, placing your hand on his shoulder as you climbed into his lap. percy seemed more than happy to have you there, his hands coming to rest on your hips so he could keep you steady.

you broke the kiss, hands slithering around his neck as you looked down at him with a small smile. you were about to say something when your attention was brought to the sickly sight of a line of fish outside the bubble once again. you yelped in surprise, stumbling back slightly and if it wasn't for percy's grip on you, you probably would've busted your ass.

percy looked behind him, slightly annoyed at the presence of the fish. it lingered for a bit longer before dashing off reluctantly. at which point, percy turned to you with a frown. you eyed him curiously.

"what?"

"he's going to tell everyone about the '2 demigods getting it on in the bottom of the sea'. "

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heongiu · 10 months

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Hi! Can I request a yandere Gun with reader who has had enough and wants to leave him for good?

hey Anon, tysm for the request! and ooooohh Yandere Gun?!..what a fun perspective to write about.

warnings: Yandere, slight abuse, manipulation, toxic and unhealthy relationship, mentions of abuse, gaslighting.

!Yandere! Gun x Reader ||

“Y/N OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR RIGHT NOW” He shouted at you, banging loudly from the bedroom.

it had been 2 years since you guys started dating, everything was merry and bliss until a month ago, he started acting strange towards you. At first it was unnoticeable, but slowly matters got out of hand. With his concerning possessiveness and manipulativeness, possibly also abusive behaviour. It was too late to leave when you had realized this all, your beloved boyfriend was not who he acted like in the beginning, the rabbithole was much, much profound.

And now you were sitting scared on the bathroom floor, your body shaking tremendously , tears sprawling out your eyes, the door was locked shut securely, but you knew it was not enough to keep him from entering in, You knew how indestructible he was.

“Y/n..if you open the door like a good girl, you can avoid getting hurt you know? and if you dont you know how bad it will be for you right?” his voice was reverberant, and his tone was threatening. There was not much time left until the door would get kicked open, and you would finally be dragged out of your protest. You couldn’t think much at all, not even think what to do, because in a situation as dark as this, nobody would.

And so the door was kicked down, and appeared who you had wished didn't. And with one Swift sway of his arm, he grabbed your wrists and hauled you out of the bathroom and into your shared bedroom. He clutched your hands together tightly, almost an earth-shattering grip.

and with one more swing he threw you on the floor, his aura turned obsecurely belligerent with you.

You tried praying to each and every God ever known to existence, you wanted to break free, but none of your prayers were answered.

"Now answer me, why did you go to him?" He interrogated, his grip on you was stronger than ever, as you cried out in pain.

"G-Gun! Please hear me out!.. H-he was a good friend of mine! It's not anything serious at all-" and came a harsh slap across your cheek, he grabbed your chin and pulled your face close to his.

"Oh really?... What proof do you have to assure me you weren't doing shit with that bastard?" His voice was hoarse, as his eyes looked at your trembling figure with animosity.

"Y-you can call him!...a-ask him about yesterday.. Th-then you'll know.." You answered back, petrified.

maybe.. You shouldn't have gone there at all. Gun tossed you to the floor violently, grabbing your phone, and checking your contacts list. As he furiously scrolled over the various contact, he finally came across the guys contact number and dialed, walking around the bathroom impatiently.

Each passing second was making your skin crawl. As he took more and more time to pick up the call. And then.. He finally did.

"Hey ____? Yeah I wanted to ask what you and y/n did yesterday, it's nothing serious, I'm just curious, she wouldn't tell me herself so."

Gun spoke to the guy over the phone like they were best friends, his tone had completely transformed, it was... Just exactly like how he used to talk to you before. Seeing him change this way made tears sprawl out your eyes.

And so... His suspicions were confirmed...Wrong. And you took a deep, relieved sigh, but it was not... Over, yet.

"I'm glad it wasn't anything serious, but if you ever hang out with him again... I'll make sure you never see daylight again" he whispered close to your ear, as he grabbed your head from behind, pulling you closer.

"You do realise how much I love you, right? " he added as he brushed your cheek with his calloused hands, gently and softly.

"Y-yes..I do.." You murmured with a shaky mode of expression, you were still a lot traumatized from whatever just happened.

"Good, I love you so much, I'll keep you safe with me alright? Everyone else is using you, only I, can help you my love"

He kissed your forehead, before picking you up and putting you to bed.

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1-800-c0sm1c · 1 year

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꒰win it all !꒱

to build hype around the new season, your arrival to the games was kept a secret up until it went live, and some legends had more notable reactions than others.

character x legend!reader

includes crypto, octane, and mirage !

a/n : im sorry ive been gone but look i made you some contenttttt daddy made you your favorite open wide 🥳. im noticing a severe lack of apex fanfics rn so here is my contribution 🤲.

warnings : mentions of stalking (average crypto behavior), drugs (average octane behavior), & mentions of hooking up (you guessed it, average mirage behavior).

CRYPTO // TAEJOON PARK:

crypto doesnt like surprises, period. its one thing if its mediocre like a birthday party, but a whole person was hidden under his nose and he had no idea? unacceptable.

in summary, youve shattered his ego simply from your presence. not cool.

hes not really known for looking approachable either, so unless youve got the balls or stupidity to talk to him, hell keep to himself and sulk. this sets back any plans he had in the back of his mind by a whole season.

when you introduce yourself to him on the dropship he practically ignores you, acting as if anything else is more interesting than this small talk.

"hi im y/n, ive heard a lot about you from mirage. nice to meet you!" he rolls his eyes, witt is always one to blabber about others.

you scoff at his response, "dont expect me to be as open and idiotic as elliott." he almost adds you to that list, but holds back on it. if anything lifeline has told him holds weight, you could be useful to get information from the syndicate.

"im crypto by the way." he continues, if he plays his cards right you could almost be worth his time.

getting paired with you and mirage was almost comical, its as if the games were trying to make his life as hard as possible.

you got along annoyingly well with mirage, but you seemed more hesitant when it came to crypto, which was truly bothered him. (it was not jealousy at all. he was not jealous whatsoever. nope, definitely not.)

hes struggling to interact with you, like he does with most of the other legends, but youre a different case due to how useful you could be to him. thats usually the reasoning he uses when he racks his brain for ideas to come across less mean without irreparably ruining his reputation.

as if his prayers had been answered, a few hours after your first game you appear in the doorway to his room with a piece of high tech equipment in your hand. but your expression is different from how it was before. you appear upset, how can you be angry with him already? youve barely interacted!

if you want to be pissy, so can he. "can i help you? he asks, annoyance in his voice. "im almost sure you can, brilliant hacker." you drop the equipment in front of him on his desk, distracting him from his current project. he scowls. "what exactly am i looking at here?" you roll your eyes. "you tell me, this is clearly yours right? found it in my room."

he examines the object, looks like a hidden camera. "ive never seen this before, if you want me to fix it call someone else, im not tech support." he pushes it to the side, but youre not having it. "nuh-uh, you cant brush this off. i know youve created the cameras used to record the games, this has to be your tech!"

so you think hes stalking you? thats a good idea honestly, he wish he had thought of it first. "just because i created those doesnt mean i also designed this. looks like someone else wants to keep an eye on you. got anyone in mind?" you pause for a moment, letting his words sink in. why cant it just be an open and shut case?

"i have no idea, i just got here! is anyone else even knowledgeable enough to design something like this?" he shrugs. "looks can be deceiving." "will you at least help me figure out whos stalking me?" he wants to say no. he knows its bad news, especially for someone like him to get involved in. but its a great opportunity to get closer to you. closer to his end goal, and despite it truly not being the only reason, he decides its good enough for him. "i guess i can make time, tell me about your interactions since youve joined."

from this point on, you and crypto get much closer, it feels like he knows everything about you. (maybe he does honestly 💀.)

but you can tell hes getting frustrated when it comes to the hidden camera, and you cant help but feel like a nuisance.

on the surface, crypto looks like you are whats stressing him out. why hes angrier than usual, why hes drowning himself in his work. and in a way thats true, but not exactly.

in reality, hes more worried for your safety. your arrival was an entire surprise, so how could someone have infiltrated your room to begin with? he cant figure it out, and almost entirely forgets the original reason he wanted to get to know you.

its no longer a matter of getting information, that can wait. he has all season after all. but someone else trying to watch you? he wont tolerate it, and wants it to be the first thing thats fixed, he likes you much better when youre not paranoid, not like him.

OCTANE // OCTAVIO SILVA:

HYPED!!! another legend is always exciting to octane, even more so when he gets lucky enough to be paired with them.

octavio can be a bit much at times, but you match his energy almost perfectly!

dedication to the apex games, and genuinely having a great time, not finding him annoying??? he should ask if youre into hard drugs too at this point.

anyone who goes up against the two of you on a team together should fear for their lives. octane swears hes never had so much fun in a match before. (almost as much fun as id have if kings canyon was in the map rotation this season ☹.)

theres a voice in the back of his head that he cant shake, telling him youre someone sent from the syndicate to mess with him, or maybe something worse.

he doesnt want to risk making you upset with him (like some other legends) so he reluctantly keeps these thoughts to himself, but due to his online personality being so similar to his real self, you almost immediately notice a change.

you decide to confront octane after the match, and originally he completely disregards your questions.

"what are you on about, compadre? im fine, really!" but youre not having it, and octane knows youre not going to drop this so easily.

"i just cant help but think this isnt how you usually act outside of games." you shrug when he asks for your reasoning of pressing on. "well how would you know? you just got here." he chuckles. "which i think is exactly why youre hiding things from me. i understand though, its hard to trust someone you just met. i only had an outsiders perspective up until a few hours ago."

"thats exactly whats so scary about you amigo. you seem like youre some fuckin syndicate spy!" "why? because we get along?" octane sighs. maybe having a legend who understands him is a bad thing. its easier to justify someone who hates him, theres plenty reason to. but like him? enjoy his company? hes confused, to say the least.

hes frantically reaching for one of his stims, if his mind is going to be racing so frantically, the rest of his body might as well do the same. "lets leave this here for now, yeah? ive got some videos to film!" he gets up quickly, but stops dead in his tracks when you offer to help him with his stunts. he whips around back over to you. "you sure?" you nod with a smile that might make him more energetic than any stim could. "alright cmon cmon cmon! i hope you known how to hold a camera, if you miss any good shots im gonna be pissed!"

rumors start about octanes elusive camera operator, all kinds of misinformation spreads too, some of it crazier than others.

you personally find it funny, sometimes tempting the viewers by almost flipping it around to show your face, but youre stopped by octane and his ridiculously fast reflexes everytime.

"hey hey amigo no need to ruin the mystery! plus you totally just didnt film that awesome stunt i just did! what am i paying you for!?"

you try your best to stop yourself from laughing, but at this point youre sure it must be obvious its you behind the camera, youre just going along with the "mystery" because octane asked you to by whispering in your ear that it "increases his interaction" or whatever influencer bullshit. (you were more focused on his voice than what he was saying tbh 🧍.)

the other legends are sick of you two at this point, and are just about ready to expose the "secret" to get octane to shut up 😭. when i say you guys are always together doing stupid shit i mean ALWAYS!!

MIRAGE // ELLIOTT WITT:

a flirt wbk. expect to be invited to lots of yacht parties.

mirage is known to have a very welcoming aura, and you noticed this the second you first interacted on the dropship. (anyone wanna take me out? come find me 🤭.)

you guys are on the same team for tdm, and he is almost constantly by your side.

someone sneaks up behind you? hes already sending a decoy their way so you can get the upper hand.

in case you miss? no worries, hes right behind you with pinpoint accuracy. (talk about a great first impression.)

you guys absolutely crushed the opposite team 50-15, and mirage hurriedly rushes over to you the second the match is concluded to invite you to his celebration party that night.

youre more surprised he has the energy to still keep going after such an intensive match, and you barely get the chance to say maybe before hes walking away excitedly.

uh, actually i might sit this one out-" "cool, cool, cool. ill see you tonight!"

lets just say things get… interesting on the mirage a trois 😀.)

you hooked up on the boat okay, youre not the first (and might not be the last either.)

parties werent necessarily your thing, but after elliott had practically won the game for you today, you figured showing up was the least you could do to return the favor. you were honestly just hoping the yacht didnt blow up like youd heard about his other ones doing…

you arrive way later than everyone else in hopes that you arent the first person there, but your current situation is almost just as awkward as everyone assumes you managed to get lost on your way here. (as if you could miss mirages yacht if you tried…) however, you probably did look just as lost as everyone assumed you were while trying to find mirage in the sea of decoys and other party guests.

when you finally stop getting bamboozled and find the real mirage, you try to explain you were only stopping by out of politeness, but hes not having any of it. "what do you mean youre leaving already? weve gotta make up for all the partying time lost while you werent here!" he hands you a drink and leads you to a table with crypto and wattson, who seem to have just had an… important conversation interrupted with your presence.

"if theres anyone you wanna get to know in the games, other than me of course, these are the legends!" youre almost amazed at how mirage chooses to ignore the awkward atmosphere hes created, and manages to smooth it over in record time as well. crypto looks as annoyed as ever, meanwhile wattson attempts her best at a conversation with the group, and you almost wish you never showed up in the first place.

‘almost’ is the key word here, you knew deep down you didnt really have anywhere else to be, and going along with whatever such an attractive legend says was surely better than staying in your dorm room and missing out on a night of fun. which is exactly why when elliott leaned closer to your ear and said something that definitely wasnt pg-friendly, you downed your drink and made quick goodbyes to his friends before leaving to a secluded area of the yacht with the party host himself.

i think by now the other legends are just waiting for you two to finally announce theres something between you.

everyone, and i mean everyone seems to know, and i swear rampart is one more flirtatious comment away from exposing your corny asses during the next match.

however, youre hesitant. youre still incredibly new to the games, isnt it odd for things to be moving so fast?

sure, elliott is great, but you cant help but have an anxious feeling in your stomach, and making the mistake of looking at comments online surely isnt helping either.

mirage noticed your shift in behavior immediately, hes been around you more than any of the other legends, and he expects to be the first to hear of whats troubling you (if youre okay with it, of course).

he might not seem like it at first glance, but mirage really is a great listener. despite your first impressions of him making him out to be well… a party-loving flirt, he has so many more layers to him than whats on the surface level.

when he gets serious, hes not cracking his usual jokes, although hes still got his awkward charm.

"i just… feel like were moving too fast. its only been a month since ive joined the game after all…"

he thinks for a moment before responding calmly, "well i mean, if you wanna take things slower, all you had to do was ask. besides we have all the time in the world! as long as you dont have some secret plan to leave the games or something, than were fine!" you smile at him.

okay, maybe he does still joke a little bit, put i promise its fine in context 😭😭.

can you tell i like crypto (especially jealous crypto) a totally normal amount 😦 totally not inspired by the mcc song by derivakat 🫶

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achillean-heartbeat · 4 months

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i need help and wisdom from followers of Lord Beelzebub

i think beelzebub is reaching out to me.

the other day i got triggered so bad. it had been a long while since i was holding myself off from reaching this low again but i ended up crying for a full 2 hours while praying for Hecate to help me "become the master of myself and stop letting my reactions control me."

I had been feeling like beelzebub had been teaching out for a while, but i still had doubts because it didnt make sense to me that he would be. A few days ago i dreamt a short dark foggy dream and there was a light that shocked me awake and i said his name while waking up. I was so confused because i dont even read much about him in my daily life. I feel lik i should have taken this as a definitive sign but i kept brushing it off.

Back to my prayer to Hecate. The very next day after it, i kept seeing flies the whole day at work. With food related work its normal but we put up a very strong fly repellent and there is usually not one fly. There was flies EVERYWHERE and they stuck to everything. I took a five minute break wgile eating caramel ice cream and decided to think about beelzebub. specifically, i thought, "if i were to work with him, what can i even put up as offerings?" and the moment i thought that, a fly came and started eating ice cream from the edge of the cup.

the rest of the day at work i keot thinking about it and when my dad came to pick me up from work, there was a bee holding on for dear life to the winshield. there was a literal storm out. i dont know how in the laws of physics did it hold on. but it did.

when we parked i told my dad to go up without me and i picked the bee up and searched for flowers where there was other bees. i felt so bad we took her far away from its hive. so i put her there beside another bee.

I came back home and finally decided to research beelzebub, and to my surprise, he has the power to help with exactly what i asked from Hecate. So i thought... is it possible Hecate referred me (??) to him? Like does that happen between deities?

So after reading for the entire evening about beelzebub, i was in awe of him but a bit scared of everyone saying you should be really educated before contacting him because there is risk of somethig bad happening.

i fell asleep while reading about him and i had the most agitating dream i have ever lived. first of all, i kept being stuck in a loop of trying to wake up inside the dream, but it was just not working. at some point i think i was mentally awake but physically stuck. like i could hear myself grunting with effort to get up. i sleep on my stomach so i was facing the floor. somehow i was able to slightly raise my head and i instantly saw a tall slim dark figure in the corner of my eye. i instantly brought my head back down cuz i was scared shitless. i know this dreaming experience is common (i think they call it lucid dreaming?) but i have NEVER experienced this. i have friends who have but never me.

the next part of the dream was even crazier. i have a huge painting of a woman having a mental breakdown in my living room. i dreamt that i saw a firefly crawl from below it and light up (the living rooms light was off in the dream) and when i saw it, suddenly i saw a thousand of them light up from under the painting. in my dream, my mom comes in and takes off the painting to reveal an entire colony of fireflies and they were flying everywhere. my mom took a lighter and said "we have to burn it its ruined!" while crying and i kept holding her hand telling her no maybe theres a way to fix this then i looked down and saw that there was firefly eggs laid in the literal paintings fabric. then i woke up.

is this beelzebub reaching out to me?

#beelzebub #chthonic #demonolatry #demonology #wicca #witchcraft #lhp #left hand path #left hand of darkness #princes of hell #lucifer #leviathan #lord beelzebub #lord lucifer #lord leviathan

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whataboutmyfries · 1 year

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Challenge

Yall I was so nervous writing this cause (as we all know) I dont often write spicy things but hoooo boy did I have fun writing this one >:)))) written for prompt number 11 of the fictional kisses prompt list! As usual, unbetaed by anyone that isnt me, so any errors are mine :)

enjoy!

11. a kiss in which, ''we're late for work but let's be later''

….Too much love drives a man insane

You broke my will

But what a thrill

Goodness gracious great balls of fire

Homicidal ideations weren’t exactly how Remus planned to start his day, but here they were, with Remus having to count to ten in order to not strangle his loving husband of five years.

“Sirius Alphard Lupin Black you better turn that off right this second or so help me god—”

“Mmph”

Remus turned around to a faceful of sun-warm skin and a luscious head of hair snuggling up to him, an arm groping around on the nightstand to turn the godforsaken alarm before Remus did something of the…illegal nature.

“Morning moony,”

Remus gaped at the head pillowed on his chest, “Morning moons?!? After waking me up at the—frankly ungodly— hour of," Remus checked his own phone, “seven thirty, you have the audacity to ‘morning moony’ me?”

Sirius shifted, blinking up at Remus through sleep-heavy lashes.

“Mmmm, let me make it up to you darling.”

Remus would’ve been lying if he’d said that those words coming out of Sirius’s mouth didn’t do funny things to his insides. He’d also be lying if he said his voice didn’t quaver a little with anticipation when he said,

“Oh?”

Sirius’s brow quirked at that, heat flooding his gaze as he shifted further up Remus’s body so they were eye to eye, suddenly more awake than he'd been a second ago.

“Would you like that, oh moony mine?”

Remus swallowed as Sirius’s thumb traced the swell of his lip, his breath leaving him in a rush when Sirius leaned in to press a kiss just off the corner of his mouth.

“Yes.”

Sirius smirked, running a hand up Remus’s bare torso, finding a home in his unruly curls.

“Well then, your wish is my command sweetheart.”

Remus had barely sucked in a breath when Sirius surged forward, capturing his lips in a slow, filthy kiss, licking into his mouth as he shifted his weight to lie fully atop Remus. Remus revelled in the familiar press of his husband’s body on his, every ridge and dip so lovingly known and worshipped for so many years that Sirius’s body had become a prayer unto itself.

Remus groaned into the kiss, holding Sirius’s mouth to his by the hands he’d tangled in Sirius’s sleep-mussed waves. His hips shifted of their own accord, rolling up where he could feel Sirius’s erection pressed against his hip. Sirius gasped, pulling away to rest his forehead against Remus’s as he ground down, the friction making the both of them moan, grasping at each other in the soft sunlight.

“Moons, moons, slow down or this is going to be over far too quickly.”

Remus huffed a laugh, a little bit breathless, a lot in love.

“Stamina wearing away in your old age, Black?”

Sirius met Remus’s eye, winking at him.

“Oh darling, I’m just getting started.”

Sirius tipped his head forward to lick a stripe down Remus’s neck, sucking a constellation of bruises into the space where his neck met his shoulder, slipping lower lower, lower, leaving hot, filthy kisses down Remus’s torso until he was nuzzling at the soft flannel of Remus’s pyjamas.

Sirius looked up at his gasping, writhing, mess of a husband, standing down at him with awe and adoration.

“Can I?”

“Sirius if you don’t take my pants off right now I’m going to jump out the window”

Sirius smothered a laugh against Remus’s waistband, squeezing his sides as he looked back at him.

“Big, bad, wolf like you could probably take the drop, y’know?”

Remus groaned, dropping his head back on the pillows, “Sirius.”

Sirius chuckled at the longing in Remus’s voice even as he slowly—so slowly—tugged Remus’s (frankly sinful) pyjamas off, dropping a flurry of kisses on his—what did James call them? — come gutters. Sirius left a pretty trail of bruises down Remus’s hips as he nosed closer to the base of his cock.

Remus let out a low, rumbling, groan; his hands shaking ever so slightly in Sirius’s hair as he tried, in vain, to not buck into his husband’s touch. Sirius dropped his head on the juncture of Remus’s hip and thigh, leisurely stroking Remus’s dick, revelling in the choked gasps the motion elicited.

“Sirius please.”

Sirius just hummed, pressing one last kiss to the soft skin of Remus’s waistline before he took Remus into his mouth, smiling a little at the strangled gasp Remus made, his fingers tightening in Sirius’s hair.

“Oh my god, Sirius”

Sirius hummed again, the vibration making Remus’s cock twitch in his mouth as Sirius hollowed out his cheeks, sucking him in deeper, flicking at his nipples as he did so.

Remus moaned so loud Sirius would’ve worried about the neighbours—if they had any. He savoured every gasp and moan spilling out of Remus’s mouth, dragging his tongue across the head of his cock, the way he knew Remus loved sucking harder and—

He was rudely interrupted by Remus’s phone balring out some random default ringtone.

Remus, now hazy-eyed and sweat-slick, reached around to look for his phone, swiping to turn the alarm off before he looked back down at Sirius—who’d faltered for all of a second before going back to his ministrations.

“Sirius—ah—Sirius, we’re going to be late—ohmygoddon’tstop—for work”

Sirius paused and met Remus’s gaze, cocking his brow in an outright challenge as if to say, are you really that worried about skipping a day of work for this moony darling? Would you rather I get up right now and leave you debauched and wanting on our bed?

And how could Remus back down from that?

He frantically pulled Sirius up to capture his mouth in a heated kiss, shoving Sirius’s sweatpants out of the way to tug at his dick, swallowing Sirius’s gasp. He ducked lower, sucking bruises on the hinge of Sirius’s jaw, every vibration of Sirius’s throat sending a pulse straight to his cock. He felt Sirius’s breath against his ear as he reached down to wrap his hand around Remus’s cock and his own, the friction of their cocks rubbing together sending tingles up his spine.

Remus wrapped a leg around Sirius’s hip, tugging him closer as their breath became more frantic, the thrust of their hips becoming more erratic.

“Sirius—oh god—Sirius I’m so close”

“Come for me Re, come with me”

Remus let go with a loud groan, smothering the sound in Sirius’s shoulder, feeling Sirius’s body tense against his as he spilled stripes of white across Remus’s chest and stomach.

Remus huffed a laugh when Sirius flopped half on top of Remus, stroking a hand gently through his husband’s sweaty hair.

“Gross, Now we’re both covered in come.”

Sirius laughed, kissing Remus’s bicep as he turned to meet Remus’s gaze.

“Look at you mister Lupin Black, skipping work to have sex with your husband, how scandalous”

Remus just raised an eyebrow in reply.

“Well alright, not sex per se, but scandalous ever the same.”

“I love it when you do scandalous things to me, Pads.”

“Mmmmm right back at ya moony mine, you being scandalous is my kryptonite”

Remus grinned, mischief twinkling in his eyes as he flipped their positions in one swift move, smiling down at a sex-hazy Sirius.

“Now that can be arranged, darling”

#wolfstar #whataboutmywriting #marauders era fanfiction #marauders fanfic #sirius x remus #heheheheh I keep forgetting how much I enjoy writing smut cause Im too busy being insecure about my writing lol :')#but when the braincell hits hoooo boy does it hit #smut

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strawblyy · 4 months

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| Ace x Reader | Giving Your Life For His.

Summary: You give your life for Ace's saving him, but lose yours in the end. !!!!TRIGGERS!!!!: Death, injury, angst. 1k words. You were on Black Beard’s ship watching the battle next to him, “He’ll be ok, won’t he?” You said nervously. “Only time will tell, for now, we can only hope for the best.” You’ve known Ace Since he was just a kid, you were part of his group long before Luffy came along. Another kid that Garp had taken in. In fact, You were his legitimate grandchild. So you were basically the original. You and Ace had quarrels over every little thing but loved each other nonetheless. You insisted on living a normal life, he wanted to be a pirate. You liked Luffy when you first met, he didn’t. Ace thought he was a bug. You wanted to lead, but so did he. Back then there was hardly any group decision-making. Everyone wanted to be captain, meanwhile, I guess you were just a pedestrian cause they gave 0 craps what you said most of the time as they argued amongst themselves. What a headache right? As you grew up after “losing” Sabo, you were practically inseparable from Ace. You went where he went, did what he did, everything like that. Somewhere along the way you fell in love, and he felt the same. To this day nothing has changed. Other than you still just being support. He was over there fighting to protect who he loves and you were here standing by a wounded Black Beard, also fighting for his loved ones in his own way. You considered going down to fight alongside Ace but were afraid you’d be in Ace’s way. causing him harm. Your devil fruit power didn't exactly help at all. It was useless! The power you had was the Bless Bless Fruit. You were allowed to try and manifest things, just as you would a prayer. Though often you weren’t too lucky. It was a total hit-or-miss with this power. If you wanted it enough it may come to be true. But for whatever reason if they thought you didn’t deserve it, it would make no difference. Only rule, You couldn’t manifest anything for yourself. It was a selfless power. No one wanted it for that reason. It was passed around by a bunch of thugs and they didn’t want anything to do with it so they through it to the ground smushing it into the dirt. You, as a little homeless kid, found this to be the perfect opportunity to eat your fill. You dug right in. Of course this was before Garp had found you. Can you believe it? Being Luffy’s sister must be tuff, and poor Garp. Having to kids with devil fruit powers, whats a man to do? Backto the battle, you decided you couldn’t not be by his side. You’d try your best to stay out of his way and to protect him. “I’m going in.” You looked Black Beard in the eyes as he looks at you. “You sure you can handle it? You dont have much training and you may get hurt down there, or worse killed.” You looked down at Ace, how hard he was fighting for everything he believed in. “Yes,” You said as you grabbed your sword. “I have to fight for Ace. He can’t do this alone. Neither can Luffy no matter how strong they think they are.” “Then go on.” Black Beard looked forward into the distance eyes filled with hope and grief for the ones lost. You rush down into the battle fighting, dogging, and struggling to reach ace. He was being ganged up on by a bunch of Marines. When suddenly the temperature got 10x hotter. You didn’t know if it was because of Ace’s power, and how much closer you’ve become. Or maybe it was just you, no one else around seemed to notice it, but compared to you, they were crusty, ash covered, and sweaty. So it was no wonder no one else noticed. You looked around, and noticed an admiral coming Ace’s way. “Ace!” You tried to call out to him, but it was no use, he was pre-occupied and wasn’t exactly expecting you to be on the battle field. His complete attention was on the fight. You weren’t even supposed to be down here.

#one piece #angst

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e2019 · 6 months

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happy birthday lyn ^_^

hello again Anon my dear friends, lidtrdkcfs you’re always so nice to me ‘!!

E lol <no idea what j Tyrol this but alppl did

Ignore end line Reak plz no Ickes Abel $&&&&&

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wow omg i did not at all realize just how messed up i was earlier today when i (attempted) wrote hhqq(

the above ^ portion of my reply... how embarrassing ugh

anywaays srry for taking so long to respond to this that it's no longer my bday anymore but whatever genuinely who give a fuck. anyways my day was half happy half not. so i had plans with my brother (twins so same bday) but i got called into work as always. then i got confused about ho0w long my shift was supposed to be. people kept telling me 8hr then 12hr then 16hr then 6hr etc etc...

my brother was already doing stuff for our bday (i told him not to wait for me) so i walked around downtown for a while. talked to more homeless people. this one guy named carlos said i was an angel god sent to him. he gave me this bracelet (Figure 1, left) that has a bunch of crosses and a portrait of some female saint (mary?) on it. i asked him if it was real, he said yeah, i'm not sure about that but i said oh well, you see this cross necklace i got on (Figure 2, right)? i ain't never took it off since i first put it on real silver i shower with it n everything. and i'm doing the same with this bracelet now so it better not turn my arm green. maybe i'll take it to a jeweler to find out for sure.

he said of course the bracelet is real it's been passed down thru his family and he never thought he'd find anyone worthy of giving it away to but then he met me i guess! then i told him about how i got my necklace the same way from my family! and then he held my hand the one i put the bracelet on and said this long ass prayer i think it was Genesis 49:25 or something like that? (anyone have any idea what it might have been? it ended with something about above & below or something like that). i asked if he was catholic or protestant because i almost thought this was like some catholic rosary prayer thing, but of course he gave the typical "i'm nondenominational" speech. sometime later i said "god damn" and he got real serious and said "dont take the lord's name in vain" and i said "jesus died for our sins so he would want me to do whatever i want until it's time to beg for forgiveness on my death bed" and he said "all will be forgiven in the end..."

then he wanted me to go to 7/11 with him because that was the nearest ATM. he also said "you can get whatever you want in there... anything..." and i repeated "anything...?" and he remained insistent. i'm not sure what exactly was happening here, but the story is that carlos's (family?) don't trust him with his money (SSI) so they give him only like $100/week of it. so since i have a phone and cash app, he put me in contact with this woman isobel. she's the one who transfers him the money always is what it seems like. at first i thought she was another bum, but i think she's a normal person who is a relative of carlos and is just trying to take care of him best she can while he actively chooses to live wrong? but idk. i also asked if this was a money laundering scheme because if so i want to be washing thousands not hundreds etc, but they said no it's nothing like that...

anywho, carlos called isobel from my phone and told her cash app me $100 for him, then we'll go take it from the ATM. isobel of course wanted to talk to me because who the fuck am i? so i took my phone back and said "yo wassup, this is lyn." big mistake. she immediately went OFF on me about "you just met 20min ago i dont know you i dont trust you im not gonna give the money to you." and i was like "yeah i get that well you know what i got $100 cash on me i'ma let him hold on to it regardless of if you cash app me or not." then carlos took the phone back, argued with her for a while trying to convince isobel she "[doesn't] understand, this isn't just anyone this is lyn she's my guardian angel..." to which isobel said "did you hear how she answered the phone? 'yo wassup'? how is that any way to talk to someone you never met before?" (i should mention carlos is hard of. hearing, so he always had me put her on speaker, so this is why i could hear both sides of the convo so well). finally i was like alright enough of this bullshit we're not making any progress like this. made carlos hang up and tell isobel we'd call her back in a min. gave carlos the cash and took a pic of him holding it. sent to isobel. finally she asked for my cash app, sent me the money. never in my life have i met someone so difficult to get along with. fucking bitch.

anyways, then we go to 7/11. idk how to use an ATM for cash app so we try to ask the cashier, but he gets pissed off at us and tells us to leave the store right now. but first i have to go to the back of the store near the ATM again to pick up my jacket and shit that i had set down cuz i was carrying so much stuff from work. and the cashier starts yelling at me that i can't have a backpack in here. like yeah of course i'm gonna leave it unattended outside around here. so i tell him give me a minute i gotta get my shit but he just keeps screaming at me all the way out the door.

there was nothing left for us to do at this point but go stand in a doorway of some closed down building and smoke cigarettes. more & more people showed up every few minutes and without fail they offered me cigarettes (which i accepted) and meth (which i declined). seriously can't believe i said no to drugs for once in my life. i didn't even have any desire to take or use it at all. idk why maybe because i don't see the point of using anything any other way than IV anymore and of course none of these people shoot up either so... then some random guy walked past and asked me how old i am. i said "it's my bday, i just turned 25, what do u got for me? ;)" he nodded at me and went inside a convenience store across the street. halfway thought he was gonna buy me alcohol or something, but he came back out with nothing, so i yelled to him "wait what the fuck? ur really gonna do me like that on my bday?" he looked over his shoulder at me for a second but kept walking away.

then my coworker called me and asked if i could come back to work for a longer shift. so i said goodbye to everyone and they extensively warned me to watch myself i shouldnt be walking around here alone at night but i just said "i wouldnt do stuff like this if i cared what happens to me" and walked away. and then i spent the rest of the night at work. that's about it. so how has y'all's day/week been?

EDIT: OH AND HAPPY SAGITTARIUS SEASON TO ALL !!

#ask #anon #long post

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imunbreakabledude · 27 days

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gg4 episode 2 thoughts

spoilers behind the cut

cool challenge + banning ideas both, felt a little less hype watching this one than ep1 but that's not a complaint, there can't always be insane drama in how things play out...

I won't lie, I'm bummed to see Skill Specs out!! mostly because I wanted to see that secret alliance with Torvesta play out for a longer time and and get to see the other players catch on to it... but also because he's just always hilarious to watch in the games. I don't know much about Westham but he seems to be a very legit threat in pvp certainly but will be interesting to see how he fares in those more random game knowledge type things in the future...

however I am thinking/hoping that there's gotta be some more twists coming down the line in a few episodes. I would not be surprised to see another redemption/returning player type twist later in this season like s2 had, because there were fewer people to start with, and also because I think people were shocked by the tribunal/pick your own opponent twists, and now they're settling into the new mindset of "everyone for themselves, just have to win, can't pull any punches" and at least whoever you pick in the banning, if you win, they're out so you don't have to worry about THEM as an enemy (MAYBE their friends? but alliances in general don't work well this season) ... but if people come back? that would really rock the boat...

I dunno though, because I don't think he'll do it exactly as it was in s2, but I am hoping for something to shake it up midseason and maybe throw new players in... we'll see...

also I just have to say while watching that entire banning I was like... why the fuck are they using rigour and augury? then I was like oh, I guess Soup only said "gear and items" that were in the game in 2013, maybe that was an exception? but it was so comical to see them using all this 2013 gear and those bottom row prayers with no question into what they were doing lol... then to hear him call them out for it after... lol it's too bad maybe if Skilly had avoided them he could've won on technicality but... it is what it is... I'm just surprised Soup didn't specify that those were disallowed in the rules up top

i wonder if he also would've called them out if either of them used the spec orb which was not a thing in 2013 (well the orb was added pretty soon after the start of osrs but you could not use it in the wildy until a couple years ago i think)... but it makes sense they wouldn't because pkers never did and still dont afaik since it's slower to go up there and you can't instaspec on a a weapon swtich with it BUT idk i just wonder if he would've disallowed post-2013 interface updates that still only use the mouse lol

actually on that note using the middle mouse button to move the camera would've hypothetically been a "violation" because that was not in osrs at the start either! ... dont remember when it was added but it was pretty early on though

anyways just rambling but I hope Soup saw the potential of that unholy alliance and throws some twist where skilly can come back OR maybe some twist where the eliminated players get to influence the current competition later on and skilly can do something for torvesta and shock everyone... I just wanna see the comedy that would unfold

#gielinor games #gg4 #osrs

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littlemaple · 2 months

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a major bridge in my home city practically disintegrated this morning when a cargo boat crashed into one of the legs and now im just sad and really homesick

i have a lot of thoughts and don't want to say too much on my facebook so

i hated driving on that bridge, i hated being on bridges at all but not because that particular one was unsafe or anything, however watching how fast it fell into the river makes me feel like it was in fact unsafe. baltimore is a historic port city, built on a huge bay thats fed into by an equally huge river, this bridge was one of two that are essential for traffic in and out of the city unless coming in by boat or something

besides, the thing was iconic. and named over a historic figure that we're actually quite proud of having as a local. a lot of cityscapes were taken with this bridge in it and i dont know a local who doesn't travel on it rather frequently.

baltimore is one of the most dangerous cities in the usa. i know a lot of people don't think too highly of it, many of my own family included. but i love baltimore

if you ask me, baltimore is one of the best places to go. there are awesome music and concert venues, the food made at local restaurants cant be beat, and the museums are absolutely everything. the last time i was there was last fall to see queen+adam lambert which was absolutely fucking amazing

im just feeling a little sad for my home city. i wasn't raised there, being a bit of a smalltown country brat, but i lived there as an adult before moving abroad and have so many good memories there

if you know me irl, i know i can talk shit about baltimore and tell people not to go there without a local or at least an itinerary (just don't look lost, okay? ppl everywhere prey on that shit) but most of us are good, nice people who'll give the shirt off their backs if you ask. but we all joke about it because its coping, you know? like, when trxmp called us a disgusting city of rats or whatever it was, we all leaned into that hard. you can still buy tshirts and misc souvenirs of baltimore rats. hell, one of my favorite shirts has baltimore under the reading rainbow with the tagline theres more than just m*rder here. that shits funny okay?

baltimore had enough struggles to deal with, we didn't need this too. and i know, other places are experiencing worse. but this sucks too. on top of a scary election year, a horrifying political landscape, and increasing christocentrism, antisemitism and all the other stupid ways we look to harm each other, now we have this "mass casualty event", six people still missing in the patapsco, and a hugely damaged local infrastructure, part of a national infrastructure that honestly should be upgraded everywhere, now and not when things actually collapse and people die.

baltimore is a nice place and i will die on this hill. i hope they can rescue the missing people safely and everyone can recover well, healthily, and safely.

keeping my baltimore in my heart, mind, and prayers and hoping we can get an answer to what exactly happened to cause this.

#personal post by maple #im venting

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someone-called-efg · 3 months

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before this happens again i decided to draw what i saw and experienced a little over a month ago so incase anyone has anything similar theyre not alone at least, and if its some kinda 'only me' thing, than at least it's documented.

i dont really know what kinda tw to put for this, but assume anything given its about a near death experience

so, back just before valentine's day, a demon somehow ended up in my bedroom. me, wanting to prove im not a coward, did exactly that, and firmly declared my beliefs in the being who created all (for the sake of the post im gonna call said entity god) and its not a lie, even from a young age ive been a strong believer even to the point of getting in trouble for it (i.e. getting in trouble for calling out hypocrisy and trying to do something about it despite being the only one to try) and while my faith has had a lapse when i was a teen, it since got resparked. so, adamantly that the idea of having no faith seems bazar to me.

so, all this to say, when the demon was in my room, it knew i wouldnt give up my faith.

however, one thing ive said on occasion to family is that i dont fear death, and thats still true to an extent. sure, ive had near death experiences before, but ive always been of the opinion that as long as youre right with god than you have no reason to fear dying. and imo that just means not being an asshole.

so, the demon found out i genuinely dont have any fear of death or dying and decided to try to call a bluff that wasnt even there. so, with all its might, it killed me

this is roughly what i believe it looked like, as it gave off this sense of dread i ccouldnt really shake off when in its presence. (yes, the stick figure is meant to be me for size comparison) everything else beside the thousands of mouths was a void. the mouths glowed an inviting white, but as you see, when i got closer, it lead to a void like pit that was its true mouth, rows upon rows of pointed teeth jutting to the center that only got darker and darker the closer i looked.

then, something happened in my mind that even i cant put into words, because quite frankly, even i dont understand what happened in between everything

then everything went from being in a dark void, to this

an angel came and was so bright i only know its this kind because how many eyes were there. i had to convince the angel that i would be able to cope with being alive after that day, and i was allowed to come back on account that i see a priest and a therapist. (and something i thought was strange to mention that: if you bleed on something, you yourself have to burn it) another part of the agreement was that i post on my socials about the encounter, and while i had done that previously, i figured making as comprehensible of a post as possible now that ive had a bit of time to process it all would be a good idea

so as you can all tell, this it getting very triggering for me.

the week or so that followed that night could be comparable to a personal hell, as any time i wasnt around any human, i would be tormented by the demon in ways that i cant even mention out of fear of t.o.s. as they tried as much as possible to keep me in my room as if to keep me hostage

until one day when i broke down to my mom

she got me holy water from the church and i proceeded to sprinkle it all over while praying as best i could

but since that night ive felt like the worst hypocrite of them all. since i was little i had wished to die, in fact, as a child i had no intention of making it to my double digits, and yet, here i am. and when i was nearly out the door, for some reason i decided to stay.

anyways, even though i went around with holy water and prayer, my bedroom hasnt felt safe, and ive been sleeping in the living room since. because being without privacy means no personal hell. so i see it as a win in my books.

throughout all this, ive seen my faith as this small campfire, and any attack against my faith as gusts of wind that i keep having to protect the flame from so it doesn't get blown out.

#personal vent #vent #death #religion #demon? maybe #angel #say what you want but i know what i went through

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Doctor's notes, Book 3: Of Hidden Horns Entry 4

( part 1 / 2 ) summary, things of note since last entry

Sleeping in Omrick's cleansing, mood (undead?) Park, small cafe, pillow shop, Baras Upgrade | I decided to sleep off the hangover a bit and get a bit more rest before gettinng on with rest of the day. I dont know how much I drank, or what i exactly did last night, but i have a serious headache. I cleaned myself up a bit, took some meds, and finally went to bed. ( Hydradated, nutrients / supplements, and some paracetamol) Omrick seems a bit distant or irritated this morning. I didnt notice it at first when I arrived back at the tavern, but after getting some rest, (and neutralizing some of the alcohol using my restorative reagents) im a lot more clear now. I doubt its the nerves of going to a church though. getting a professional opinion on the curse afflicting him shouldnt be that big of a deal. so I'm not really sure what the reason is for his dampened mood. of the whole group in general actually.

It took a bit of searching to find an appropriate place, since there wasnt really a temple dedicated to shauntei here in the city, unfortunately. the church of Lethander we stumbled upon first seemed the most promising, but not really as appropriate, so we kept looking. instead we found a beautiful park dedicated to a nature deity. we asked one of the clerics ( atleast i think it was a cleric ) but they weren't much of a help in terms of diagnosing Omrick's curse. the best advice they offered was to "find a spot to calls to you, and meditate or pray to try and commune with your goddess". unable to think of a better idea at the moment, we set out and followed Omrick as he looked for decent spot in the park. he eventually settled down somewhere and spent some time in prayer. in the meantime i decided to go over my notes and research. but... eventually I recognized the familiar feeling of being watched. however it felt different this time. instead of it be for some reason, several people in the park we're staring at me. AND I DONT KNOW WHY I SUDDENLY KNOW THIS, but appearantly this park also is home to worshippers of Lurue... The Queen of talking beasts. also known as the... Queen of Unicorns. an archfey. And people where staring at the Horn, on top of my head. I've been trying to hide it the best i can since. BUT ITS NOT REALLY SOMETHINg THATS EASY TO HIDE. so it was only a matter of time before it caught peoples attention. Lym eventually picked up on the stares as well and had an outburst of laughter when i hesitantly revealed the reason why peopel might be staring at us. I've tried to keep my horn and face hidden with my books after that, in the hopes that it would help. We waited for a while, and after like an hour Omrick gave up. it didnt seem like he was able to make a connection here with his goddess, so we decided to look for help at one of the more renowned churches

we dropped him of at the impressive looking church dedicated to Lethander from earlier, where it seems he then had to stay there for, for over the night. Im glad the clerics there were kind enough to lend us their aid with this matter, and were willing to try and lift the curse that has been plaguing him for quite a while now ( apparently decades, they later told us ) seeing as we'd be spending atleast another day in city, we decided to try and kill some time / take care of a few more things. but before that, headed out to grab some lunch first | Ive managed to escape the clutches of Baras' and Lym's company. they were trying to force me to go towards a undead tavern! Why the Fuck is there a undead tavern !? . I dont know what "possessed" them to try and force me to join them for lunch there. But they are clearly insane if they think they can make take a single step or foot in (or even near) that place. fortunately i had a spare bottle of oil on me, that allowed me to escape Lym's grasp. thank the gods Illmater I'm currently ejoying a cup of coffee at a nearby coffee shop ( after being told of to move on by the guard, for spying on my friends and suggested i check out a different cafe ( they did have a pretty good taste in coffee it seems ) ) right now im just waiting for them to finish their lunch, and am drinking a rather interesting variation on coffee nicknamed: mixology. it combines several ingredients to recreate the flavour of coffee, without using any coffee beans. it is a very clever concoction i have to admit, and i was unable to place all the ingredients before finishing my cup, so i decided to purchase a refill

They finished up their lunch, and Baras has to go his appointment with the blacksmith for his custom armor. The artificer in me is dying though, because i wasnt allowed to watch the process. the blacksmith wanted to work in peace so she kicked us out. I would have protested more, but i feared her wrath too much to put up a fight. And I dont really want to mess up Baras' arrangement either. Me and the Alehea siblings decided to wander the streets a bit more. And sure enough, while passing through the shopping district we walk by a shop called Sophie's Softies. And for some reason its in the exact same spot it apparently was before. While Wrench Warfare is nowhere to be seen. I dont know what kind of Sylvan shenanigans are at work here, but the logician in me hates it. We entered the shop to try and clarify some things, but Miss Sophie... was wholly unhelpfull. ( her pillows are quite dangerous though. if you get hit by some of them, they can knock you out in one blow. i dont know how) the only remark she had on my cursed horn was *"have you tried filing it down yet" . bit of an insult to my intelligence, because ofcourse that thought has crossed my mind. but I was hoping for an alternatives to that in terms of solutions. filing it down doesnt really seem like a permenant fix to the issue either. I suppose that does not leave me with many options though. And ive been toying with the idea of attempting to surgically remove it for a bit now. I dont know how good of an idea it is though. and what the possible consequences or side effects to such a procedure might be. However for scientific reasons I'm becoming increasingly curious despite the possible repercussions. My research revealed that cutting of the horn should be done sooner rather then later, before the horn can fully fuse or settle i think. so i dont have much time to decide...

* later note I am relatively resolved, to try attempt the procedure. I just have to find a good timing for it. And wonder if i should do it alone, or have some assistance / someone to keep watch just in case

Baras custom armor request took a bit longer then expected, so we didnt see him until the next morning. The craftmanship is rather remarkable though, i must say. Considering how unconventional his type of plating is, the fact that it looks almost same as the old is actually rather impressive. the biggest difference as far as i can see, is the thickness of the metal, giving him a bit more of a bulkier frame. And the coloration of the metal. since i assume they didnt use the exact same metal. I'm curious to see how it will perform in combat scenarios. I might ask him to study it a bit more in detail as well * What happened to the other armor though? I would pay literal diamonds to study those, to research the creation of constructs and the animation of warforged | Omrick returned a short while after. Even at first glance he looks a lot healthier surprisingly. A healthier complexion, better posture, good mood, etc. I dont know How those clerics managed to cure and alleviate a condition such as this, but I continue to be impressed. Lym being a good example of miracle worker herself. it seems that the curse that Omrick was afflicted with, was put on him by a undetermined undead creature, several decades ago. I... worry/wonder who or what did this to him. and if it is something we should worry about in the future eitherway, we headed back to the ship not longer after everyone had reconvened. And also of note, Lehel agreed to let Lym inspect the scarf he and the crew are wearing as well. * did a quick inspection of all magical sources on the ship, But surprisingly the scarfs dont seem to have any magic to them. strange.

i wonder what else might be causing the in anomaly in their behaviour. End of part 1

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Ok so- idk if you’ve seen demon slayer;; but there’s this episode (it was during the spider fambam arc) aNywaYs- so like. Rui yeets ties* (i guess-) Nezuko like. Up in the air. With his weird spider thread jazz— and like. It’s sHarP weird spider thread jazz— so she’s like. Yknow. Being sliced and diced with string— but it kindaaa reminds me of like. Xiao. And his like.... weird... sad.... uh. Karma. Thing. Like y’know where he’s like hanging from his arms- red stuff. Yeah. So like. Now for the actual request

Xiao’s s/o (female if you don’t mind;;) gets kidnapped by like— the fatui or smth. And they tie her up like Nezuko :D to be like “lol haha Xiao be all like-” and she’s just. Like. Dying. Slowly. Dripping b l o o d and yknow. All the tea. And Xiao comes to rescue her— and he’s like 0-0 “wait...” and he realizes that’s like- exactly what happens to him- and so. He beats the fatui’s butts saves his s/o, anddddd she like.

Idk. This is where I need your angst expertise ❤️ like- she could d i e. In his arms. And poor Xiao would be so scarred omg poor thing- BUT THE ANGST- but at the same time;;;; the f l u f f of him being able to save her just in time and she was like fighting for him the whole time or whatever and ended up needing him to save her anyways- and then Xiao feeding her almond tofu until she gets better ❤️❤️❤️

IM SORRY THAT WAS SO LONG- im probably going crazy from lack of sleep from reading fics for too long sndndnsnsj

But if you do this,,, BLESS YOUR SOUL I HOPE TO EITHER BALL MY EYES OUT OR SQUEAL FROM THE WHOLESOMENESS-

Anyways.... thank you! Have a stellar day~ ✨❤️

The heart yearns and the wind heard

lmao this ask is so adorable i hope you’d enjoy this ksks

anyway, full Angst train up ahead but there are moments of Fluff too. There are mentions of blood and violence if those are not your thing- dont worry guys, this goes with a happy ending cos you and Xiao deserve one~ on a final note- non canon compliant and suuuuuuper long- like- legit this is very long

The Yaksha sighs.

He’s here again. His mind and heart has returned his being into this crimson world his demons have created within him.

He feels it. He feels the corruption binding him tighter again for every death he brings by his tainted hands.

He looks at his bindings. And ever so slowly, the red and black coiling around his person will eventually reach his heart.

One day, he thinks, all this crimson and black in this world will swallow him whole and he will see the light no more.

Xiao sighs again.

This is his karmic debt.

The moment you stepped foot within Wangshu Inn, you knew he was in his prison again. After giving a quick greeting to the inn keeper, you hastily went to Xiao’s room. The closer you got, the heavier the atmosphere became.

You reached his door and knocked softly. As expected, no reply as he continues to struggle to take back his control over himself. Without hesitation, you stepped in. To anyone else, they would have instantly met his spear at their throats, but with you, this doesn’t happen. Instead, you see him crouched on the wooden floor with a hand on his chest. His knuckles were white and his breathing was ragged. His amber eyes- lost. Observing his form, yes… his moments of corruption are becoming progressively worse.

With swift steps of familiarity to this routine, you went to him and grasped his shoulders.

“Xiao, it’s me…” You whispered with clarity. And oh- how your voice brought a wave of comfort to his soul.

“N-name…” His voice cracked, but him calling to you is always a good sign.

You gave him a small smile and proceeded to grasp his hands together with yours. After which, you then leaned your forehead to his to chant your prayers. As your prayers progressed, slowly but surely, the corruption begins to fade along with the black mist that covered him. However, you took note how this ritual took longer than the last.

Once everything is done, Xiao just slumped onto your shoulders, still breathing deeply. “How are you feeling?” It was a useless question you asked every time this happens, but you always, always, have to make sure.

Usually, he would mutter a small ‘fine,’ but now- words seemed to have left his mind and all he could muster was an almost-unnoticeable shrug.

Truth be told- his response disheartened you, but you did not show it. Instead, you opted to simply encase him in your arms and caress his hair. After all, these are just one of the few, rare moments Xiao would leave himself into your care. Xiao is aware, himself, that his state has been becoming worse and worse. And you both know, that a day would come when he would just attack anyone- friend or foe- without a trace of hesitation. So, just this time- he speaks his feelings.

“Name?”

You answered immediately with a questioning hum.

“What would you do… when I finally lose control over myself?”

It was very subtle, but he felt how your hand stopped caressing his hair for a second, then proceeded to the previous task at hand again. In all honestly, you can never find yourself having an answer to that question. “And why would I ever let that happen to you?” You questioned back, fully aware that you were dodging his question.

Silence surrounded the two of you, unsure on what to do with the sudden heavier atmosphere.

Not wanting to face the cruelty of the world yet, Xiao simply buried himself on the crook of your neck even more. And despite the ghostly sensation of his lips on your skin, you could feel him mouth the words ‘I love you.’

“As long as I’m here,” you whispered, “nothing can hurt you.” And that was the most beautiful lie that the Yaksha has heard, but he was willing to believe all the same.

When word about Fatui diplomats starting a bank reached you, there was a nagging feeling in your head that trouble would bring itself present anytime soon. It was like an itch that wouldn’t get away. And the only way to have that itch gone is to scratch it.

“You are absolutely a fool.” Xiao stated darkly with crossed arms, for once disagreeing with the plans of his master.

“We can never know what their intentions are unless we let them start their bank, no?” Zhongli said as he gazed at the marsh spread beneath him.

The Yaksha only scoffed but said no more.

Building up your courage, you deemed it was your turn to voice out your thoughts, “Um… Rex Lapis, I see your point, but wouldn’t it be best to resolve the problem before it persists into something larger? We all know- All of Teyvat knows, that the Fatui are not to be trusted.”

Your archon offered you a kind smile, “I understand your worries, Name. However, as of the moment, they have not presented themselves as such. If they truly are our enemies, then it would be beneficial for us to know their intentions.”

You frowned deeply at his statement. Seeing you do so, somehow, your archon immediately identified your main concern.

“Is this about the Tianquan assigning you to be her representative for the Fatui?”

The moment those words left his mouth, a growl tore from Xiao’s throat, but he held his tongue.

“Did Ganyu tell you?”

The Archon nodded and you sighed.

“I volunteered, actually.”

And at that point, Xiao vanished into thin hair, but you could still his sense his presence around.

“May I know why?” Zhongli questioned gently.

For a moment, you struggled for words. You didn’t know how to describe this ‘itch’ to him. “At first, it was supposed to be Ganyu, since in the Tianquan’s eyes- Ganyu is an adeptus and she does not know that I am, too. Perhaps she didn’t want to put me in harm’s way, a ‘visionless human’ at the side of a harbinger. After some convincing to Ningguang for my volunteering, I spoke to Ganyu next.

“The adepti are divine beings that walk here in Liyue. I had this feeling that putting a divine next to a power-hungry harbinger would become an issue. I told Ganyu that, since I looked ‘harmless’ and ‘ordinary,’ the harbinger’s interest about the divine would never surface.”

A stretch of silence wrapped around them as Zhongli pondered over your words. “Perhaps, are you also planning to dig out the truth of their arrival?”

You nodded, “I knew you would allow them to stay, so I just took it upon myself to unfurl their secrets.”

“Hmmm… I grant you permission on doing this. However, should trouble arise, do not hesitate to tell us.”

The glare pointed at you was strong. Even without him saying a single word, you could hear his phantom voice in your head speak with such coldness, What are you thinking?

You simply gave him a reassuring smile, “I’ll be fine, Xiao. I may be a human in mortal eyes, but please do remember that I am also an adeptus, no matter how weak I am.”

Xiao releases a huff, but still sits by your side at the floor of the balcony, letting the moon kiss his skin. “You’re not weak.” He mumbled as he snaked his hand to yours.

To him, you will never be weak. In fact, you were the strongest being he has ever laid his eyes on. Not physically, no. It was you mental and emotional fortitude. Back during the Archon War, he always admired how you kept your head held up high no matter the suffering you have experienced. No matter how much death surrounded you, you still fought. And that strength made you a survivor. During the war, you never failed to help the wounded. Even when someone dies under your care, you held strong for the departed and for those who are left behind. You were a pillar of hope.

He brings your hand to his lips and kisses every knuckle “… Just be careful. If ever you are in trouble do not-“

“Hesitate to call your name.” You finished, beaming at his words.

As someone who used to be a healer and a doctor, you were quite familiar with several mild skin diseases that mortals can suffer from.

If there is an itch, you do not scratch it- for you will only aggravate the area even more.

Now that you’re working alongside the Fatui as the Tianquan’s representative, the itch you kept feeling was only irritated more. Especially whenever you spoke with the Harbinger who goes by the name Childe. And since your work requires you to cooperate with him, you also don’t miss the chance to discover what he hides, should the opportunity presents itself.

Childe… his azure eyes certainly have their… charm to those unaware. However, you knew better. You know he’s capable of drowning you just by his eyes. While he may be a cheerful man, his eyes lack the lustre of joy. The eyes are the windows of the soul, yes? If so, all you see is an unending ocean that you do not want to swim in. The surface may be calm, but the deep is relentless. However, duty bound you are- deep within the ocean, you shall find the secrets the Fatui hides.

Again, another scratch to the itch, but it only irritates you more.

The news of Rex Lapis’s death became the catalyst of you confronting the Harbinger. From Yujeng Terrace all the way to Northland Bank, you ran (with Ningguang’s permission of course). Before you can even open the door to his office, something caught your eye.

It’s faint, but you’re an adeptus. You sensed elemental traces, just smack bang at the middle of the door. You carefully scrutinized the tracings, and fortunately you knew Snezhnayan script. And what you read only made your heart sink.

It’s ready.

With the adeptal arts, you managed to uncover the origins of these elemental tracings.

Scratch.

Without hesitation, you followed these tracings until it led you into some ruins.

Scratch.

Following the tracings further, you find yourself in a dimly lit room. Wary, you summoned your weapon imbued with your element.

Scratch.

Searching the room, you came across several antique boxes. You opened them.

Scratch.

What you saw were familiar. Too familiar. Dimming the room more with your element, you find more Sigils of Permission hanging on the walls and on the ceilings. The energy within them were faint, but with enough numbers, it’s enough to kill a-

“Well, well well, I thought you’d be there mourning for your Archon. But here you are, snooping around someone else’s research material.”

The sound of his voice made you sharply turn your head to him, your stance now more offensive. “What are you planning?” You bit coldly.

The Harbinger hummed a small tune, “Nothing much… But! If you’re really curious, I guess I could tell you.” He hummed some more but you knew he’s not finished. Once he finished his tune, he grinned to you menacingly and the depths in his eyes became even deeper and darker, “After all, I won’t let you leave this place with you knowing my secret~”

There was this one time, Xiao struggled against himself so much, he scratched himself red so that he could anchor himself back to the real world. You remembered how much you cried as he slept in your arms. You never wanted to see him do that again. Seeing him hurt himself also hurt you, too. It was like a stab in the heart, then a twist, and twist some more. A slap in the reality that you might lose him one day.

As he slept, you solemnly observed the wounds he sustained himself to. They were angry red, just like blood.

Now, you, yourself scratched that itch in your head too much into a wound for blood to seep through. You scratched too much and now you have to bleed from it.

You were slipping in and out of consciousness. Sleep was tempting you more and more but you know you have to wake up. You were aware that this is going on for days.

Everything hurts. You remembered how his blades, imbued with the Sigils, weakened you thoroughly. Every slash he brought to your body just drained the energy away from you. But still you had to do something.

He wanted an adeptus- he wanted an adeptus in order for the Sigils to grow stronger both in number and in power.

Now here you are, bound by chains and suspended at the middle of this empty room. These chains were adorned by talismans that drained away your energy. You were bleeding from your wounds of your previous battle.

Drip. Drip. Drip goes the blood and pools on the ground underneath you. The ground, you barely noticed, was lined by Liyuean script which enacts the ritual of the Sigils draining your divine power from your blood.

To the eyes of a sadist- you were a picture perfect in a canvas. A dark room lined by the damned Sigils, glowing an eerie gold. Then there's you with your bloodied clothes and chains. The red pool underneath was casting a red glow on your way, giving you a red shade to your pale skin.

Everything hurts-

And everything was driving you mad.

You can also feel the Overlord of the Vortex feed from your energy through the Sigils. You sensed his lust for power and revenge. You felt his anger and the corruption within him. You felt his hatred and his want to bring death. For days that felt like years, you’ve been battling against that very same god in your head. This battle was not something you shall not lose to and failure is not an option. If you fail here, then Liyue will fall.

This god- he was driving you mad slowly.

If ever you are in trouble, do not hesitate to call my-

You shut the thought from your head. You are not going to call him. You will not speak of him. You will not think of him. You will not call him. Not to this place where his corruption will grow. No. You Will Not Call Him.

If it means that me not calling you will keep you safe from the corrupted remnant of a god- so be it.

Please

However, no matter how much you denied yourself to call his name, no matter how much your heart yearns to be with him- the wind does not ignore the pained sob that left your lips.

Ever since the news of Rex Lapis's death and the visit of the Traveler with a Sigil in his hand- the corruption within him just bloomed into something feral.

The Sigil- there was something wrong about it but Xiao doesn't know what is it that is wrong. Then there's you- where are you? Surely with the news of their Archon's death- it would send you to bring forth a meeting for the adepti to talk this over. But now- for days- you remain not by his side.

With you missing- the demons inside him are slowly taking control over him, taking advantage of his vulnerability for you. For each passing day, it was slow torture for him- The worry bubbling in him was consuming him. He glared at the Sigil between his fingers and not failing to notice how his dark aura covers him once more.

“Traveler,” Xiao called sharply, “What is it you intend to do next?”

To any mere mortal, the look his eyes held were enough to strike fear, but the Traveler stealed themselves- meeting the adeptus’s gaze with an equally serious calm. “I have my suspicions on a certain harbinger and I-”

“Where?” The Yaksha growled.

“In the Golden House.”

Without a word nor warning, Xiao placed a hand on the Traveler’s shoulder and teleported them to the place where the Exuvia is hidden.

To the Traveler, everything happened so quickly as one event led to another. One moment, they were standing among unconscious bodies of the Millelith then the next thing they knew a corrupted and demonic gust of wind flew them away to the side. Regaining back their vision, they could see Alatus’s spear now at Tartaglia’s barrier made of Sigils.

Alatus narrowed his eyes at the floating talismans and began to calculate the flow of this incoming battle with precision and accuracy despite his losing control over himself.

It was a tense minute of sizing each other up, but eventually, Tartaglia has broken the silence with his annoying innocent voice.

“Who would have thought that I’d have the honor of fighting another adeptus of Liyue?”

The question immediately fed the corruption within him, the dark aura exploding at it. He knew that he should not believe in the Harbinger’s words so easily, but the glint in the latter’s eyes held truth. You could be out there, hurting, scared, alone. You could be out there, bleeding out. You could be out there dyi-

His aura exploded once more at the thoughts spreading in his being. With a burst of unspeakable power, Alatus lifted his weapon and pierced the barrier once more, this time breaking it without failure. At the threat, Tartaglia backed away as he donned his mask.

In a similar fashion, Alatus, too donned his mask. “I will ask you once,” the Conqueror of Demons spoke with a deathly calm, “Where is she?”

He should have killed him then and there. But the call of the Overlord of the Vortex must not be ignored as it threatens Liyue.

In the small opportunity of escape, Childe took it. But he was weak and injured as Alatus swiftly threw his spear to block his way and teleported right in front of him. In a show of power, the Conqueror of Demons lifted the mortal by the neck.

“I will ask you again, where is she?”

In fear, Childe told him everything and at his every word, Xiao listened carefully- never speaking once. But the anger within his heart, it boils- it rages. His amber eyes bored into Childe’s soul- thinking what he should do to this mortal. Oh how killing him would be so nice. However, when the Yaksha’s gaze landed on the regal form of the Exuvia, he merely threw the mortal in its way.

“Killing you would have been easier. However, the crimes you have presented against Liyue are not mine for me to judge.

I leave the Harbinger to you... Rex Lapis.”

Once out of the Golden House, the Overlord roared once more, shaking the lands of the nation. However, along with it, he heard the faintest of voices. I’m so sorry... I couldn’t hold him back anymore.

Only then did the demons in his heart freely took control of him. Just like the stories of old, where the Yaksha walks, death follows. But they were no stories. In his way towards the ruins where you were held captive, every step he took brought carnage and even more death and blood to taint his hands. No Fatui will leave this place alive. The very being of destruction ended many lives. Each death, the demons were growing stronger.

All he wanted now was to kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill killkillkill killkill kill killkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkill

Then seeing you suspended in the ceiling and bound by chains. Blood was painted on your lifeless skin. Wounds were littered and bruises were blooming on your form. But most of all, your eyes. What were once full of life and hope- now empty and blank. His demons quieted down.

Broken. You were like a broken porcelain doll.

“N-name...” His voice cracked, not believing it all.

With haste, he quickly broke your binds and caught you in his arms. he was fast to check for your pulse and your breathing. And thank the Archons, you were breathing but barely. You were now walking the line between life and death. With all his might yet a gentle caress, he hugged you for dear life. “Name... It’s me...”

But still, your eyes still held no recognition and it shattered his heart to pieces. With further inspection, he sensed the presence within you. A corruption. A certain evil.

“Name, stay with me please,” Xiao begged with desperation as he fought back tears. “It’s me who supposed to be the corrupted one between us, not you... I’m not allowing you to leave me, you hear me-”

With a ritual of the adeptal arts, he started purging and purifying the evil left by the god who fed from you. He is not letting you stay alone in your prison, not for a second longer.

Xiao prays and he never prayed before. Even to his master. But just this once, He prays with desperation. You are the light in his darkness. You are the moon in his night.

The ritual was a delicate process. For every word he spoke, he was rewarded by your screams of pain and the writhing of your fragile body. He wanted to stop, but he can’t. He had to physically restrain you from trying to escape from his embrace and from hurting yourself. And for every cry you released, Xiao merely shuts his eyes clos just for him not to see your pained eyes. Every now and then, Xiao speaks gentle apologies and words of encouragement for you. You were coming back. But still, the evil persists.

You writhed and scratched against him, until you were creating more wounds for blood to seep through. When it came to a point, you began pleading and begging for him to stop, that was when Xiao had shed a tear. So he continues the ritual, his prayers, and his apologies. They were arriving to a point where the ritual is reaching its conclusion but your screams only grew louder.

Please, just a little more...

Please, just stop...

Please...

The corruption disintegrated away from you in a forceful release of dark energy. He was breathing deeply, attempting to calm his loud heart. When he placed his gaze on you, you were breathing rapidly and your eyes were searching blindly and your hands were desperately holding onto him.

“X-Xiao...” You whispered, “Where am I? Where are you?”

With a sigh of relief, the Yaksha hugged you again closer and his forehead to yours, fearing you would go away again. The action made you lift your hands to his face, still searching blindly.

“I’m here, Name... I’m here.” At his voice, the dam in your eyes broke as you cried silently. Xiao was not adept in emotions, but for you, he will face them gladly. He lets you cry as he gives you soft whispers of assurance, safety, love, and promises. However, you were not crying because of what had happened to you. You were crying for him. After experiencing such corruption-

You sobbed some more- you were this close to him losing you and you could not bring yourself to imagine if your roles were reversed.

“P-please,” you said with a broken voice, “please don’t go to the place where I can’t follow...’

The words, at first puzzled him, but after a few moments, he realized and once more it broke his heart. Bringing you closer, Xiao let loose the tears he was holding back. With a gentleness unexpected of the Conqueror, he simply littered your face with kisses. “I promise if only you would do the same.”

With your smile that he loved dearly for so long you too spoke your promise, “I do.” They were simply two words, but the comfort they bring into the Yaksha’s heart was in volumes.

After that, you shared a few tender moments in each other’s arms. Simply relishing the feeling of their familiar warmth. A little later, Xiao spoke, “Would you like to eat some Almond Tofu once we get home?”

The question made you giggle at his innocence, so you agreed. Despite you needing physical medical attention. But Almond Tofu with him? Yes, you two definitely need some emotional healing.

A/N: fINALLY dONE lmao this was supposed to be short but angst really makes me want to write longer everytime haha~ anyway this request really made me ponder bout genshin stuff with all the corruption this and corruption that but then a question popped up like-

how did childe replicate the sigil of permission? since sigils are imbued with divine energy, i just thought how did this guy accumulate so much sigils to the point of freeing Osial- a god!!! soooo i just played with the idea for a bit then figured out maybe these pieces of paper get the divine energy from a divine source right? and the adepti are divine beings of liyue and another thing- you guys might have noticed the change of names in some scenes- i dont know but i think somehow different names represents different side of a person like- we have childe the cheerful harbinger then tartaglia the power hungry harbinger- there’s Alatus who’s calculating and cold, there’s the Conqueror of Demons who’s ruthless and unforgiving, then Xiao who is calm and humane- lastlyyyyy i might post this in ao3 ksks

#genshin impact #genshin imagines #genshin scenarios #xiao #genshin xiao #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #xiao genshin #xiao x reader #xiao imagines #zhongli #childe #ganyu #ningguang

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probably-haven · 3 years

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Hello!

So I’m the anon who asked for more Archon War Venti headcanons and I just loved it! I really like reading your headcanons cuz some of them are similar to mine but mostly are headcanons that I didn’t think of so it really is nice to read and see your thoughts about Venti!

I feel like as if I’m asking too much but could you keep doing these types of headcanons? Like it doesn’t have to be Archon War headcanons but like some headcanons about Venti’s relationship with the Ragnvindrs and Gunnhildrs. Because the first Gunnhildr was the first one who prayed to Barbatos and the first Ragnvindr was his friend who left but came back and I really wanna hear your thoughts on that!

And I’ve decided to get off anon cuz you just replied to my texts and I wasn’t expecting that so I’ve got a short confidence boost that I am completely taking advantage of! And thanks for the advice! or uhh comment? observation? I’m not entirely sure but thank you for that! I’ve heard that be said to me a few times and I have been trying to be more, uhh, assertive so thanks for that!

rfouierjkhfkecs i actually came across information on Gunnhildr and the "Red-haired warrior" yesterday when i was doing more research into the rebellion against Decarabian and I was like "wow this would be really fucking fun to research and theorize on, but its too specific/niche to include unprompted no matter how much i want to" but bestie you prompted, and im literally so happy right now because I didn't think I'd ever really get the chance to post about them!

also lmao yeah, i tend to try and reply to as much as I can, since it's a good feeling when someone does and all. but yeah, no problem! I’m glad you felt confident enough to reveal XD.

This may be structured a bit more like analysis/theory/just citing canon things at first before it gets into a more headcanony format.

ehe i have so much free reign on this it's lovely

More Archon War Era Venti: one two three

spoilers for Venti's backstory and Diluc's(kinda, i think, just in case)

first things first, laying down some canon background because before yesterday i hadn't heard of either of them outside of that one cutscene.

the very reason Decarabian had his storm wall up in the first place was because at the time Andrius had declared war on him- and his tower, and the city of Mondstadt by extent, were basically constantly under attack by Andrius's blizzards, which since he was still alive back then, were a lot bigger and covered basically what seems to be the whole of Mondstadt outside the barrier.

This meant that people had two options. Live in the city under Decarabian's oppression, or live outside the barrier, and brave the blizzards of a warring god... which was not a good idea

but the Gunnhildr clan(not yet called that) tried- and they almost died because of it. In the midst of a blizzard, the clan chief's daughter, named Gunnhildr(which the clan would be named after later) sent out a prayer that was heard by a wandering wind spirit. And the faith of that prayer gave the spirit enough power to create a small shelter to protect them.

When her father past, she became the new leader and also a priestess. She would later lead the clan to fight Decarabian alongside four others. And basically the Gunnhildr Clan ended up as like sworn protectors of Mondstadt

as for the red-haired warrior, who is basically assumed to be the earliest known ancestor of the Ragnvindir clan(im gonna refer to as Ragnvindir for convenience sake, even though "Ragnvindir" is technically a different character from Vanessa's era)theres not much information on him, but heres what i have from the various wiki's

- he was a wanderer

- one of the first to use the sign of windblume to find other rebels(so he's intelligent)

- actively propped up the nameless bard so he could watch as the tower was destroyed

there's this little tidbit too from the Windblume Ode bow's description that im probably gonna talk about a considerable amount too: "Atop the ruins of the ancient tower, amidst the cheers, songs, and tears of those who had newly won their freedom. A red-haired warrior turned his back on the newborn god, hidden like a single raindrop in a tidal wave of humanity. He was first among those who passed the secret sign of Windblume, the one who wove threads of dawn throughout the long night. His name has since been lost to time, but his deeds are still remembered in song." followed later by "The fate of this clan will likely never change: they shall ever live in the darkness and bring forth the flame of dawn."

Now I'm going to start with the Ragnvindir(geez, why's it spelled like that tho)

My idea of his character is basically formed by a mix of Ragnvindir stereotypes and just generally analyzing text.

So what do we know about Ragnvindir's for sure? they are shady motherfuckers- or at least they rarely operate in the spotlight. also damn, these guys are more cursed than anemo vision wielders- like the only one who didn't canonically lose someone close to them was Crepus, but considering that Diluc doesn't exactly have a mom..... he probably did

so what do we know? - he was close with the nameless bard - he was intelligent - he likely operated primarily from the shadows "ever living in the darkness" - he was a wanderer - he abandoned Venti during the celebration - but his deeds were still remembered in song, so Venti and him were likely still close

now the question of the century: how will i choose to interpret "turned his back on the newborn god"? And honestly, I'm- not sure- at first i assumed he abandoned him completely- but Venti did still make sure to carry on his memory- which could just be Venti being Venti, but for the sake of sanity, this is how I'm interpreting it.

A lot of things happened to the Ragnvindir that day. He lost a friend, saw another become a god to replace the one they had conquered, and he saw his goal, his reason for being in Mondstadt, come to fruition. "see the world through my eyes" the bard had said, and the Ragnvindir had been a wanderer even before. Sure, the people had won freedom, and that was to be celebrated, but he's intelligent to recognize that people would likely see him as one of the key figures in leading the rebellion. And for him this was a solemn time, and ending to a chapter, and not being one to operate in the spotlight, the last thing he'd want is to be swept up in festivities and attention at a time like this.

It also likely didn't help that he's probably smart enough to understand the idea of "power corrupts," and seeing the wind sprite just readily accept the mantle of Archon was likely not the most comforting thing to happen in the given situation after all. But Decarabian was gone, and Andrius had ceased his blizzards, so without a word, he slipped into the crowd and left, a wanderer once more.

now back to Gunnhildr

she was the first to receive an anemo vision from Barbatos, no I do not take criticism on this "the power bestowed on her by Barbatos" like please, they basically said it.

It also mentions that she crowned Venti with laurels(symbol of vistory) after the battle- the book Biography of Gunnhildr additionally says "the Gunnhildr Clan will continue honoring the legacy of its ancestors and its duty to the Anemo Archon: to protect Mondstadt, the land and all who inhabit it, forever."

I really like this because it conveniently ties into my past headcanon about Venti granting visions to the people of Mondstadt and having them be the ones to erect wind barriers and defend the city in his absence.

So in the Archon War I like to imagine that the Gunnhildr clan had a lot of people who were actually granted visions and were basically in charge of protecting it from those who would attempt to ambush them.

Mondstadt essentially became known for this- the fact that the mortals within it were strong enough to fend off the force of a god without support from their own.

but regardless, Gunnhildr, as she had before, served as a priestess to Barbatos, the closest thing that Mondstadt had to a ruler, and yet she only took charge of prayer and protection.... i hate to just- equate them to their descendants- but to an extent- her role was kind of like a merge between Jean and Barbara- Except with a whole lot less structure.... i really dont want their characters to just be carbon copies of the descendants but- c'mon, the comparison was right there.

anyways besties- back to Venti so i can tie them in

The Archon War was one of the worst times for Venti in his entire life thus far. And the time immediately after Decarbian's fall, while Gunnhildr and the Ragnvindir were still alive, was the key period of time in which things could have gone very differently.

Venti is the god of freedom. That's a reoccurring theme and I think I've made that abundantly clear. But during this time, Venti was anything but free.

I've mentioned before how he would stay far from the city of Mondstadt so the shockwave of his death wouldn't reach him, should he fall.... well- Venti is new to a lot of things- godhood- humanity- war- freedom- and at this point he was trying hard to figure out how to be Mondstadt's god without becoming Decarabian, and while still being able to survive, and make sure they survived, and see the world for his friend, and carry on his friends legacy.

And this is a lot of stuff for what was once a carefree elemental being, and there were certain things that had to be done for this to happen. He couldn't just stay in Mondstadt, or he would grow weak and his people would be vulnerable to attack, but he couldn't abandon it, because despite being able to fend for themselves, there's always hat just in case. He couldn't stay in any one place outside of Mondstadt for very long or he'd be found and killed. He knew in order for Mondstadt to survive he would have to take an active role in the war, strengthen himself so he could defend Mondstadt, and thats exactly what he did.

He started by going after the less powerful gods, ones he had a chance at beating with the power he got from the Gunnhildr clan and the rest of Mond, and by wiping them out, he would grow stronger, so he kept it up- working his way up the metaphorical ladder.

but he couldn't let anyone near him either, because he knew just what would happen if he was attacked then. Were it not for Gunnhildr's prayer, the early years of the Archon War would have been without contest the loneliest time of his life, and there would be nothing he could do about it, bound by survival and his attachment to the legacy of his friend, constantly fearing for his life and going against his very nature as the god of freedom. Frankly thrust into that circumstance that early on, and having to face it alone, it's likely that Venti would have caved under the pressure and dropped his attachment to either his survival, or to his friends legacy... or just something entirely worse(isolation messes with brains) so I'm attributing the fact that he didn't do that to Gunnhildr's companionship, speaking to him and guiding him through it as he had guided her through the blizzard some time ago.

I also like to think that she's responsible for founding at least a number of the different celebrations that still happen in Mondstadt even now.

Ugh supportive warrior priestess- we stan

anyway meanwhile! we got the Ragnvindir

He hears about Venti taking part in the Archon war during his wanderings and returns to Mondstadt to check in, wary of what he might find.

Venti, who hadn't seen him since the rebellion, is elated to say the least and they do a bit of catching up because they need it

and then the conversation turns more serious, and the Ragnvindir brings up a third thing that Venti needs to hold onto- his humanity.

See, in the early years, just desperate to get a foothold on the world, Venti's first number of targets were just indiscriminately going after those he knew to be weaker than him, and the Ragnvindir points this out, saying that while it's not necessarily bad, if he keeps doing it, it won't be long until he causes his and, by extent, Mondstadt's legacy to be tainted by a reputation for slaughter, no better than any of the other bloodthirsty gods that frequented the war's fields. "Think of what the bard would do, we were both close enough to do that much"

And Venti becomes yet more caged, but recognizes that he's right, and this is another turning point, that in the coming years would keep Venti from losing himself.

also- Gunnhildr, Venti having told her about the Ragnvindir's concerns that he now shared, probably organized some kind of event (not unlike the right of part, but also, yes unlike it) that was deliberately intended and designs to serve as an excuse that Venti could chose to take to visit Mondstadt, something she know he desperately wanted to do, but wouldn't allow himself for fear of putting them in danger. But if she made it an official celebration, then it would give Venti the opportunity to visit his people again, under the guise of it being a responsibility, not having to deal with the moral implications of doing so at a time when he was already dealing with enough of those already.

Also on his travels, the Ragnvindir probably started and spread a number of rumors that could end up working in Venti's favor, not that anyone ever knew it was him of course.

basically Gunnhildr protected the people of Mondstadt and did all she could to keep everyone in as high spirits as possible, Venti included.

And as for the Ragnvindir, he took a more realistic approach, traveling and getting venti followers in far places, spreading false information about him, and just overall making sure that Venti didn't do things he'd regret.

And when they died, Venti would carry their legacy with him as well, not losing his humanity to the tide of war as he very nearly had(though he still often came close), and trying to spreading high spirits where ever he could without fail.

#genshin impact #genshin venti #genshin impact headcanons #genshin theory #genshin headcanons #archon war era venti #genshin barbatos #genshin decarabian #nameless bard #genshin ragnvindir #genshin gunnhildr #genshin lore #genshin spoilers #spoilers #angst #venti angst #archon war #old mondstadt

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teenyweenynightghost · 3 years

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Beach Day

Basically just what I think Måneskin would be like on a beach day🤗

Damiano

Ps: i dont know what the fuck you call those beds you sit on at the beach so i will call them sun beds.

He would most definitely wake you up early, going to a popular beach

He would be the type of person who would leave quite unprepared. Maybe a sunscreen bottle in his hands- if he remembers, that is

You would clearly have to be in charge of the beach bag

“Did you take sunscreen?” “Oh right lemme grab it.” “How about towels?! You shouted from downstairs. “ON IT!!”

Once you get there, brace yourself because I am 100% sure he would throw you in the water

Also because it’s literally still dark out- it’s coLD

“DAMIANOOO!” You shrieked, freezing water all around you. Hearing him giggle only fueled your anger as you tried swimming towards him, but he had already caught onto your antics and was now safely located on the beach bed.

Another thing: I’m pretty sure he would try and stay there all day

“Dami, it’s 3 pm, the sun is dangerous, let’s go home.” You pleaded for the hundred time, watching him build sand castles under the umbrella. “Are we pussies? No the fuck we’re not. We’re staying here until it chickens out.” “What it?” “The SUN!“You rolled your eyes and muttered a few prayers before laying back down on the sun bed.”

And when you’re in the water… beware

“Absolutely not.” You pushed Damiano’s hand away from your thighs, as you tried putting some distance between yourself and the seemingly horny singer. He only pouted and swam back near you, holding you in his arms. “What’s wrong, cara mia, afraid you won’t be able to be quiet? He hummed in your ear while caressing your ass. “Get off you horny bastard.”

In the evening, when you would finally manage to talk him into going home, you would have to but a million bottles of aloe vera to cure his burns.

Thomas

Oh If you could get him out of bed and on the beach at midnight you could consider it a success

Unless there is you (you know exACtly what I mean by that), food or games, he will simply not wake up

“Thomas, sweetheart, wake up” you whispered in his ear, caressing his cheek. “Be gone thot.” “Thomas.” “I was pretty clear before.” You grunted and started shaking him roughly, noticing his eyes were now open and a furious expression on his face. “You cruel, vicious woman.” “Ah, so you’re up.”

He would definitely ask you to take him to a more quiet beach, where he could slumber in peace

After getting in the water for approximately five minutes, he would return to the towels and sleep

An hour later, when he would get hot again, he would go for another dip.

“Stay longer, pleeasee!” You pleaded, holding his hands and looking up at him with puppy-eyes. “To quote Kevin Hart; nah man, I ain’t gon do it.” “PLEASEEEE!”He sighed and beat himself up for being so soft, before pulling you to him and jumping in your arms.

Beach days with Thomas would be incredibly relaxing

There would not be a single thing in the world you had to worry about, considering that he wouldn’t move at all

If he took his guitar with him, he would serenade you in between naps

You would both sit in a comfortable silence, your eyes on his fingers as he’d strum the chords delicately

Oh and food

Yes…

“Y/N! “Yes.” “Food. Now. A lot. Much. Bunch. Urgently.” Y/n scoffed, grabbing a bag of chips and throwing it in Thomas’ face.

Ethan

Now because my personality is very similar to Ethan’s

Im probably just projecting

But anyways

Early morning coffee, maybe a jog, this man is definitely up at a VERY early hour

A few cuddles and kisses, and you both end up in the kitchen, having breakfast and searching for a beach

It would obviously be a secluded one, where he could bring his thousands of chairs and tents.

“Ethan, why is there a 400€ bill on your card?” “I bought a few beach things.” Y/n stared at him, mouth agape, trying to figure out what the hell he bought. “WHAT?” “Well, there were these incredibly light foldable chairs and beds. They are top technology, made with…” He kept on rambling, his eyes lighting up at the subject.

He would obviously drive you there, putting some chill tunes on, holding your hand and kissing it at every stop.

Once you get there NDNSSNSN MY HEART

He would be THE softest, most puppy-eyed human being EVER

Ethan applied sunscreen all over y/n’s body, making sure she was protected., leaving a soft kiss on every inch of her body. Slowly picking her up bridal-style, he walked into the sea and submerged them both underwater. “Ethan! It’s cold!” Y/n shrieked, earning a chuckle from the drummer. “Spiacente, amore.” The rest of their day was spent cuddling, exploring the water and napping. It’s safe to say this was the most relaxed y/n has ever been.

Just… A SOFTIE

Vic

So you know how everyone before was kinda wholesome?

(This works cuz I have iwbys playing in the background)

She is very much not.

If she went out with friends, she would probably go to a more busy beach, but with you, she will take you to one that has just enough people that it isn’t empty, but also enough to be considered being out in public

And then the teasing would begin

“Hey, can you help me apply sunscreen?” “Anything for you, little puppy.” She answered you cheekily, a devilish expression on her face. “NOT THERE!”

So after the whole sunscreen ordeal would be over…

Time for the water

😈

“It’s really cold! “Well lemme warm you up puppy.” Y/n tried to protest, but she felt Vic’s warm hands on her body and all words died in her throat. Vic palmed her chest lightly, pressing softly as soon as she heard y/n gasp. “We’re in public!” “Then be a good girl and stay quiet for me, hmm?” Ugh this girl really made you a sinner. You nodded and got closer to her, feeling one of her hands moving to your thighs, squeezing the inner parts and letting a finger float upwards. You whimpered at the feeling earning a grunt from her. “We’re gonna have to train you to be more quiet when we get back home, won’t we puppy?”

And with that, your beach mood is gone.

Time to fu-

That’s it babes❤️ pretty chaotic but at this point it fits my aesthetic so I won’t bother.

Taglist: @fuckim-so-gay @ginny-lily @messyhairday-me @cheese-toastie-11 @wannabemarlenabutiscoraline @simp-per-ethan @maneskinrollercoaster @juststalking @superchrystaldrug

#maneskin #victoria de angelis #ethan torchio #damiano david #thomas raggi #måneskin

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