#i have ideas we'll see. don't expect a full story. just know that i don't do bad endings i just like putting my blorbos in situations | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

uh-oh-its-bird · 10 days

Text

There are so many naruto time travel fics out there but what I need SPECIFICALLY is an ANBU era team of Kakashi, Tenzo, Itachi, and Shisui getting flung into the founders era.

Like. Ok just looking from the political side of it that's;

A) 2 very young and VERY powerful Uchiha's (one of which is the future clan head!! Politics!!)

B) A very fucked up baby mokuton user who's still in the middle of being deprogrammed and can totally pass for Senju

C) The free wild card that is Hatake clan lore on top of having a stolen sharingan. On top of *that* him being the team leader of a team of kids who, in the time period context, should both be at eachothers throats and probably not be expected to obey the commands of someone not only from another clan but a way smaller one

Theres SO much potential there!! So many political implications in virtually ALL of the directions!!!!

Yk what as I'm typing this out I'm having ✨️ideas✨️ so let's make some story points to sort those out:

• I think itd be neat to have this happen like. A year? Ish? Before the massacre? So age wise, and full disclaimer I'm referencing Google and Wikipedia rn so I could totally be wrong, I think that's :

Kakashi (18)

Tenzo (17)

Itachi (12)

Shisui (15)

Could be wrong about the ages but honestly it's my world you're just living in it, so.

Then me going totally purely off of my own headcannons, were going to say they came in a about a year before Izuna died and place the founders ages as:

Madara (23)

Hashirama (23)

Izuna (19)

Tobirama (18)

Big fan of Tobirama being the youngest between the 4 but projecting the aura of someone as old as like. Idk, however old Madara is. Very funny to me, 10/10

• I'm personally a big fan of dogteeth kakashi so we're running with that all the way home. Also a huge fan of the "Hatake's are a distant, more feral cousin of Inuzuka clan" hc along with some sprinklings of "back in the day they had a bit of a Reputation(tm) for being a 'lill wild, and everyone generally tries to avoid them. Which isn't too much of a problem because theyre a very small out of the way clan from Iron, they just have a big reputation in contrast to their size.

In more modern times tho, along with (obviously) having dwindled down to a single depressed teenager, they've become a lot tamer over the years due to village life. Kakashi is a Hatake, 100%, but he is NOT up to the standards of this time. Which becomes a bit funny when people see him, go "oh FUCK it's a Hatake" and then start edging slowly towards the door like he's about to rip their throat out with his teeth. Meanwhile he's standing there like 🧍‍♂️"am I that ugly."

Give me a scene where, finally used to this reaction to him from the general shinobi population, the team starts to use it to their advantage.

"Give us the scroll or we'll let the Hatake off the leash to have his fun with you. He's been awfully hungry latley you know, hasn't had fresh meat in days"

Kakashi, feeling kind of stupid, gave his best growl.

It caused an almost immediate, embaressed flush to rise to his face, but he didn't let up. It sounded more like an almost pathetic puppy growl than anything to his ears, but apparently it was enough to convince the trembling enemy nin because he slowly lifted the scroll up in offering.

Wow. Now he couldn't tell if he was embaressed for himself or for this guy.

Probably both to be honest.

• So like. Itachi is the clan heir. That's big. That's important. Let's do something with that.

First off, I had a great time reading this one fic (tho I don't even remember what the fic itself was about now, oops) where a plot point of it was how Sasuke is just a walking stereotype of main house Uchiha. Like people look at him and they don't just go "oh that's an Uchiha." They go "oh fuck that's an UCHIHA Uchiha." He's so fucking painfully, obviously related to the very tippy top of the clan that anyone not blind can tell. It's in the way he looks, it's in the way he talks and treats those around him, it's in the way he fucking holds himself. You look at him and every other stereotype about the Uchiha clan is there in big, bold letters. (On top of that he's also a dead wringer for Izuna, which I'm such a sucker for and desperatley wish people would do more with)

So like let's give that to Itachi here because it's so fun for several reasons.

First off; Sasuke in this is like. Straight up a doppelganger of Izuna, just a few generations apart. They could be twins. Itachi, as I'm sure you are aware, is Sasuke's big brother. So let's take some liberties and say that Itachi could absoloutley pass as a blood sibling to Izuna and Madara.

He is however 12, so we're also going to say that the only people who get to make this connection is anyone who's seen the siblings when they were also at a similar age.

On top of that however he has the 'walking amalgamation of all the stereotypes of the main Uchiha house' so anyone who isn't blind will look at him and assume he's somewhere in the sphere of 'important main house person' tho who really knows how distant the relation may be exactly. No one !! That's who !!!

Second; He's the fucking clan heir!! What the fuck!! This bit would have the most impact after all the messy time travel reveals when things have settled down a bit, so it'll sit in the back pocket for a bit. Save it for some fun shaking up later down the line so we don't run out of all the fun reveals too fast and bore the readers, yk?

When it is brought up tho it'd be fun to maybe have some fucky Itachi and Madara mutual understandings of the way things work.

• So. Madara is like a bit of a scary bed time story to Uchiha children, right? Like. "Ooo make sure you don't get too obsessive or fall too deep into your grief and always stay loyal to the village or you'll end up just like Madara!!"

Something something Uchiha-Village relationships are tense as hell, something something Madara fucking over a lot of the clan with his whole. Everything., Something something scapegoat and old stories, something something 'people have probably been talking a lot more about how "god dammit this all started with Madara" in recent years.'

Now with that in mind let's take a look of what our time travelers think of Madara:

Itachi is a good Konoha soldier. Itachi (as has been very much fucking proven) would rather beat a possible problem before it even exists with a hammer till it dies an ugly bloody death than even RISK it blossoming into a proper problem. Itachi does not like Madara. Itachi personally, quietly thinks they should maybe wait till the village is formed then carefully arrange a little accident for him before he goes off the rails. He, even more quietly, maybe even thinks it would be a kindness. Allow him to be remembered well by the village instead of scorned.

Shisui I think is cautiously optimistic about him. He's the kind of guy who gives the benefit of the doubt, who weighs the options, risk and reward, but includes things like hope and compassion in his calculations. Yes, Madara was a uhh. Thing. That happened. But in every story his big blow up always come from one specific event; Izuna's death. So if they stop that from happening, wouldn't it secure both a better future for them and Madara? The history books never went into detail about Izuna, he doesn't know what he's like, but maybe his involvement in the future, on Konoha's side, could lead to even more profits for them long term. At the end of the day he's not against killing Madara (though to be clear, they are at first operating on trying to avoid all interactions with historical events and return home without touching things) but it'd be nice, to manage to get a happy ending for everyone. Unrealistic maybe, but nice.

Mmmm hear me out actually, maybe Shisui, after interacting with him a bit, finds that Madara reminds him of Itachi too. They definatley both have that "I would do unspeakable things to even dream of my loved just one more time" energy, if you know what I mean

Anyways; Kakashi and Tenzo are both neutral on Madara. Yes, they learned about how he betrayed the village when young just like everyone else, but they weren't getting the bed time stories and "do this and you'll end up just like him" warnings like the Uchiha's. They're possibly leaning into negative but are detached from the situation enough to just go "well he hasn't done it yet and his brother is still alive so he won't any time soon" and be done with it

• Now, on the the total opposite side of the spectrum you have Hashirama and Tobirama. People are brought up in Konoha to fucking IDOLIZE these guys. You can not tell me our team of time travelers wouldn't be at least a little awed to speak with them.

I think Tenzo would be the most wide eyed about Hashirama, both for the baseline "holy shit that's the Shodai Hokage" and also that fun juicy mokuton user imposter syndrome he has going on for him. That guys DNA is inside his body!!! Holy shit wait does that mean if someone did a blood relation test with them he might read as being related to him?? Fuck were gonna pocket that for now but like. Mmmmm potential.

I'd say Itachi is the most hesitant about Tobirama but again, village loyalist, so.

You know what tho maybe Shisui is the most hesitant about him (though still largely positive) he both def grew up looking up to him but can also see the anti-Uchiha policies people inact now with the implications that Tobirama would have approved of it. He doesn't know if he would, but like, he has to wonder.

Kakashi is probably the most normal about them (and also has experience in being close to a hokage (Minato) to know that at the end of the day they are painfully human) Don't get me wrong, he's still in some sort of awe! He might get a little lightheaded at the thought of seeing the God of Shinobi in proper battle, or the possibility to see the famed genius of Tobirama with all the different jutsu's he's invented. You can't tell me Kakashi didn't spend a little extra time reading about him when he was trying to make Chidori. Honestly I'm gonna roll with that and say he had a bit of a phase as a kid where he was a total fan boy. Maybe sprinkle in the good old HalfHatake!Tobirama hc to add some faint daydreams a lonley babykashi had after his father's death, about getting to meet him as family. Like cmon, little genius idolizing and projecting on some big history figure only to find out they're actually related? Can you say potential?

Anyways he did eventually grow out of the phase, probably got unattached to it all and lost interest after the whole "losing everything he loved" bit of his life. And at the end of the day, he doesn't have any real complex personal hang ups on the founders like the others do. Thus, most normal.

• And then my favorite most special boy, Izuna !! He's for sure the one they're all most neutral about. He's not actually taught about in the academy? There's probably some throw away line about him in some history books somewhere, but he died young and was quickly buried by the looming shadow of Konoha. The only real knowledge had about him in modern times is just a vague "Yeah he got killed by Tobirama which lead to peace being made but also lead to Madara losing his shit"

Poor Izuna he's the linchpin for it all but was left an unremarkable footnote of history. My boy deserves so much better

Tenzo doesn't actually even know who he is, that boy got bare minimum education under Danzo and Izuna was NOT included.

Itachi and Shisui mmmaybe have some small little fun fact here or there buried in stories from the older members of the clans but like. It's gonna amount to just "yeah he had a great katon" and thats about it.

I WILL SAY HOWEVER. Itachi sees him and instantly is that one PTSD dog meme. Sasuke is a BABY but holy shit Izuna looks exactly like he'd expect him to grow up as and it's making him FEEL THINGS. Also he's so bratty little brother coded !! He's an entire 7 years older than Itachi but Ifachi keeps fucking up and trying to big brother him it's embaressing.

And ofc Itachi didn't go into the first meeting thinking he'd see some weird older mirror version of his beloved baby brother who he misses and worries about very very much. So like. There's for sure going to be some conflict there. If their first meeting is a scuffle (which it probably will be) I think Itachi would keep hesitating to attack. On full run away mode. Which is probably for the best bc he shouldn't try to fight Izuna anyways honey he's like double your bodyweight and you're strong but you aren't THAT strong.

• Pointing back at both the 'Itachi does not like Madara and has quiet thoughts about how it'd possibly be in everyone's interest to just kill him' and the 'Itachi and Madara quietly bond over being clain head/heir during stressful times (w pressure from the elders especially)

I can see 2 outcomes of a potential bonding conversation with them:

1) They come to understand eachother better.

Madara wants to be on good terms, he looks at this kid and sees one of his brothers eyes and the others quiet determination. He can tell Itachi doesn't like him for some reason, and it's frustrating because he doesn't know why. He wants him to like him. He wants to be able to offer his hand and have it taken. It hurts, to be looked at with such suspicion from a face that has traces of Izuna's.

Meanwhile Itachi . . . Itachi looks at Madara and he sees someone who gets it. Gets it like no one ever has. It scares him. He looks up at this man, this horror story he's been told to fear becoming, and he sees himself. And this realization shakes him. It makes him think, makes him wonder. He's so, so sure of his loyalty to Konoha. More sure than he is of anything else in the world. But . . . But if something happened to Sasuke, if he had to choose—

And maybe it softens something in him too, along with the (honestly healthy) dose of fear. It forms a little crack in his shell, just enough to maybe, maybe let Madara through. Just a hair.

Or 2) we pull one of those "The conversation ends with them agreeing verbally but mentally they're on 2 VERY different notes."

Madara, nodding and looking at Itachi meaningfully: "Yeah it can be hard, but all we can really do is try to make the world a safer place for the ones we love. (To create Konoha, to keep my clan safe. Izuna safe. And now to keep you safe too.)

Itachi, nodding slowly: "Yeah. No matter how hard it is (even though I think I understand you more than anyone else Ive ever met) we have to try to make the world a safer place (by killing you in your sleep once Konoha is formed) for the ones we love (My clan. My village. Sasuke.)"

• Also pointing back at the 'Hatake warring clan era reputation,' the 'Tobirama is half Hatake' and also now pointing at Tobirama's title as the White Demon. Small thing but it'd be neat if there was some small throw away line that the nickname lowkey started in part because of the absoloutley terrifying reputation of the Hatake combined with Tobirama's own Everything(tm) like it just had some influence on how some view him. Give me Uchiha's making dog jokes ab him it'll be funny

• Ok but now the actual plot thoughts. Yeah I know I kept you waiting sorry about that.

So time travel! Probably due to a mission gone wrong. Some ruins or some ancient crumbling scroll that wasn't even supposed to do fucking time travel but was so old and corroded that it somehow managed to transform into a whole other seal by pure bad luck. Or good luck I guess, considering it could have just turned into a nuke.

Our favorite team of disasters are very very alarmed !!! What the fuck !!! Obviously they don't default to thinking time travel, but they immediatley know something is wrong. The landscape has changed, though the big landmarks are still there. The mission was complete anyways with no injuries so they just retreat to Konoha. Only oops !! It's not fucking there!!!

Queue alarm.

Shisui is the first one to suggest time travel because he's quirky like that. And there's a very easy way to confirm this theory.

(Also we're going to say that Konoha's location is a valley a few miles out from the Naka River that borders the Senju / Uchiha territories.)

This is convenient because that verification method involves checking in on where Itachi and Shisui know the old Uchiha compound should rest.

They do it in full stealth mode, the second they saw Konoha was missing Kakashi as team leader decided they'd treat the land as enemy territory. They all agreed ofc, for all they knew this WAS enemy territory now.

And, ofc, yeah!! There's the old Uchiha compound!! Being active!!! There are people there!!!

"What are the odds Fugaku-sama decided to have the clan return to their homeland for ahh, cultural enrichment?" Kakashi asked weakly.

"Time travel." Was the only reply he got from Shisui, whispered reverently as the boy vibrated with excitement on the branch.

Itachi just gave him a look, radiating a level of dissaproving disbelief that no normal 12 year old should be able to make. Kakashi would know, he was that not-normal 12 year old once.

From there they decide a no interference policy. Hands off guys!! They probably debate it tho, like, a good amount. They all have ✨️opinions✨️ except maybe Tenzo who's lowkey still in the middle of trying to learn how to be a person and is following Kakashi's lead 99% of the time. Especially since they're still in mission mode and this is like a super serious discussion and he really does know the least ab the founders overall.

They probably debate the merits of going to Uzushiogakure bc seal help but it's really far and they don't actually have like, just any leverage with them. They already decided not to fuck with the future so it isn't like they can trade secrets and warnings. At least if shit happens here they have some plausible deniability, being, yk, 2 uchiha's and a senju-passing guy with Mokuton. Kakashi's kinda fucked tho in that regard but he isn't going to be doing the party ANY favors with his clan heritage.

Which means it's time to potentially get desperate enough to interact with Tobirama !!! Which will inevitably lead to them bumping into a Uchiha patrol or something!!! I don't know honestly

• Anyways want Hashirama and Tenzo to interact. He has so many issues like holy shit. Let Hashirama give him the hug he deserves. I want him to violently adopt him. New brother acquired!!!

I said before but Tenzo is still reprogramming from ROOT. Let Hashirama impact that! Let him help! They can make flower crowns and photosynthesize together idk

Hashirama would be so happy to have another mokuton user, I think they should be able to sense eachother extra strong and like 'ping' off of eachothers chakra, it'll be fun

▪︎ I'm not thinking toooo hard about power scaling and this is fanfiction so a) don't quote me on this and b) for the love of all that is holy don't take my words as gospel

But for this fic specifically I'm ranking the founders and Team Ro, weakest to strongest (in a clean, fair fight head on w no time to prepare) :

Itachi (he's fucking 12 guys. But also he is like. FRACTIONS under Tenzo and Shisui. If he were 13 I'd let him be above or at the same level but like. He's 12. Cmon.)

Tenzo - Shisui (they're like JUST under the next 2 tho like seconds behind)

Izuna - Tobirama

Kakashi ( by the skin of his fucking teeth and the advantage that is his stupid amount of jutsu's and lack of self preservation)

Madara - Hashirama

And again that's not counting like. The specific situations, time given to prepare, potential dirty tricks they could play (I think the Konoha tricks would play a fraction dirtier than the others, who are slightly more used to big open battles vs the ANBU squad who does all sorts of shit in all sorts of places) plus like. Mental state and team ups.

Tenzo or Shisui couldn't take down Izuna or Tobirama but if they teamed up I'd allow it. Kakashi would get his ass kicked by Hashirama or Madara but he could survive a minutes longer than the others would

Itachi is doing his best

But like

He's 12 guys

I love him and he is terrifyingly competent but he won't win 1 on 1 with anyone unless he has some sort of advantage. Minus Shisui and Tenzo who he does have the advantage of regularly fighting, so.

• I think they do get to go back home in the end. It takes a ton of work tho and they probably do need to get Mito's help with it, Kakashi can show them the seal they got brought here with but it's an ACTUAL one in a trillion miracle it didn't fucking atomize them. So it needs a lot of touch ups

Anyways !!!

I have a little more rattling around in my brain but I'm really tired and also starting to think about other things now so I'm gonna stop here. Might come back and add to it later so stay tuned if you're into that

Full disclaimer I'm not gonna write this. I don't have the proper energy and it'd probably end up being too ambitious of a project if I tried. I'd love to see it happen tho, so like !! Big open invitation to absoloutley anyone who might want to take even a fraction of the ideas I've listed.

@ me if you do tho I wanna see the final product

70 notes · View notes

russellsppttemplates · 5 months

Note

Seb and mama convincing mick to keep a puppy that they found on the street

Tw: mentions a dog getting older, supposed dog abandonment, vaccinations and deworming

"Do you think it's a good idea?", you asked your son, expecting him to give you a more elaborate answer, but, really, what was a five year old going to tell you? "Of course, mama. When papa sees her, he'll want to keep her too if we don't find her family", he said, full of hope.

When you, with Harriet safely strapped to your chest, and Sebastian took Angie for her walk in the afternoon, you came across a beautiful dog who started playing with yours. The street was quiet and there wasn't anyone around, and while the dog didn't look in distress, you could tell that she had had better days, and when you wanted to go back home, Sebastian was worried for her, "what if she doesn't know where her family is? She came some with us, right? We have a big house", he reasoned, eventually winning you over and taking her home with you.

When Mick got home, Aurora went straight upstairs to do her homework, leaving you and Sebastian to attempt your best at convincing him, "why is there another dog in our garden? Is it one of your colleagues'?", your husband asked, taking your silence as a clue to turn around and face you, placing his glass of water down on the kitchen island, seeing you and Sebastian sitting in two of the stools like you were about to have an important business meeting.

"Papa, when me, Harriet and mama went on our walk with Angie today", Sebastian began his explanation, "we found this dog! And she was all alone, she didn't have any friends, no dog friends or friends like us, no people, and we didn't want to leave her alone, and she followed us, too. Can we keep her?", he asked as if he had just asked him if he could have an extra cookie.

"There wasn't anyone around, and all of the neighbours said she wasn't theirs", you reasoned, "we're going to get her checked to see if someone is missing her, but if it all checks out, I don't see why she can't join our family", you said as Sebastian nodded in agreement with what you said.

"We'll get her checked out to see if there is a family, like ours, out there missing her, okay? Imagine if it was Angie and we didn't know where she was? You wouldn't let other family keep her, right?", Mick explained to his son, seeing him nod before he jetted off, "okay, but we'll keep her if we can, okay? Pretty please, papa! Look, she loves playing with Angie!", he pointed to the window before he headed upstairs.

"You made them that bossy", he retorted, chuckling as he kissed the side of your head, "your genetics made them that cute and impossible to say no to", you reasoned back, hugging your husband's waist as you looked at the two dogs playing with eachother, "but I stand by Seb's idea, she would be a good addition to the family. As much as it pains me to say it, Angie's getting old and she won't be around for much longer, and the kids would love having a dog", you noted.

"I know", he rubbed your back, "We'll see what the vet says about her microchip and we'll go from there. She looks well treated and fed, she's good around people and kids", he added, "yes, she was a bit dirty when we found her, or she found us, too, but we cleaned it off".

The next morning, you and Mick were able to drop the kids in school and Harriet at his mother's house, explaining the situation and taking the dog to your vet. A quick read of her microchip and a few phonecalls that sounded a little like made up stories, the vet agreed that the right course of action would be to send the golden retriever to the local dog kennel so she could be out up for adoption.

"Can we adopt her?", Mick asked immediately, surprising you a tiny bit, "we have Angie, as you know, and surprisingly they got along very well, and the kids like her too", he reasoned, squeezing your hand and looking at the vet, "well, it seems you have a new family, Hazel", she smiled.

"Thank you, handsome", you told your husband while the veterinary team checked how her vaccinations and deworming routines were so they could make sure she was in presteen health, "Sebastian is going to be pretty happy, I guess", he blushed, "we have a new member in the family, Hazel Schumacher", you said as you smiled at the new furry friend.

(Thank you for submitting an ask 🤍)

#mick schumacher blurb #inês writes blurbs #f1 blurb #f1 x reader

81 notes · View notes

zane-wanna-sleep · 11 months

Text

I saw the time-travel concept lately and then be like 'BUT WHAT IF—! So here sumthing even me myself don't know what it is (no plot, no story line, just sum piece of my mind)

Part 2 , Part 3

⚠️: death

“ He.. –he's dead ”

And that's how the whole world stopped, sound turned itself off into high pitch echoing in Jake's ears.

The prisoner better not lied when he said that 'cause if he did Jake would be mad than grief. So he asked again “ Say that again, say the truth ”

The prisoner cried and through sob he said again, “ I told you! That's the truth, the kid is died! ”

No interrogation can bring more any information from this recombinant and he didn't want to hear any more either. Jake stepped back gesture other na'vi to lock prisoner up again and would let the judging be Tonowari's company. He felt.. numb

The Toruk Makto sighed deeply as he walked away, let his mind fly somewhere else in his memory of old days they were happy and safe in forest, had no idea what will happened. And just enjoy their normal days back then, with Spider be around them.

How could he tell this to his children? How would they react to this news? How could he even face them again after this and what he has done?

And their reactions weren't different from what he expected, Neteyam froze lost in his processsing thought, Kiri cried, shout, yell along with Lo'ak who wasn't much difference from his sister and Tuk, oh his baby Tuk, she was all confused but can understand that her brother Spider would never come back. And they can't go see him again also.

Then it's happened, Neteyam started his words, his hash and full of dreadly hatred words, “ I believed you, even though I always knew I shouldn't have ”

He spat as if there's venoms in his thoughts “ You said he would be okay, weren't you? ”

His sharp amber eyes stabbed Jake

“ And the next thing you say about him after that day is... This?? ” ow that's hurt, really “ What you going to do now? Forget it and continue this living like nothing has happened and our brother just died ”

“ That's ENOUGH! ” Neytiri shouted instantly after his last sentence and everyone went silent, just for a moment though, and before the kids can open their mouths to continue their protest, she beat them “ Don't talk to your father like that, what's wrong with you, Neteyam you've never be like this ”

That's boiled up Neteyam's blood even more but this time it's Lo'ak who answered back then Kiri who calmed her sob and let out her rage, Neteyam join in again try to used all reason to make his mate understand. Tuk was just cried she didn't know what to do or who she should seek comfort from until Neteyam calm himself, not his mind, a little enough to scoop her up to whisper reassurance.

“ Then we will fix this ourselves, we'll take a revenge for him ” Lo'ak announced his purpose with his most serious face and his kids quickly agreed, ignored Neytiri's protest completely, which sent shivers down to Jake a bit

There're shout and shout and yell and cry and shout again, that's a chaos and he wish everything was not real, that everything was just another very, very bad dream of his and he will wake up soon. Wake up to see his family happy with Spider again.

The chaos endded with Tonowari's warning he totally forgot that it's late at night by now and they're bothering other villagers by their loud voice. He apologized and tried to wave off the Olo'eytan's concern about their situation, it may not effective due his exhausted, wet-tear face but at very least the bigger na'vi willing to leave them, for now though.

When he turned back to looked in their marui, his heart fell when he couldn't find any of his children insight and let out a long breath he didn't know he was holding when noticed they're just made a dog pile in the corner, though when he or Neytiri try to get closer Neteyam and Kiri would give them a dreadful glare, Lo'ak would slightly hiss and Tuk whined softly. His mate said when he tried to assure Tonowari they've tried to sneak out, thankfully they at least still sleep in the same marui as him tonight after everything.

That's hurt him, a lot, he want this bad dream to its end so that he can pulled them into his arms again. So he made up his mind, if they need their time he he would give them as much as they need. Jake let exhausted get over him and dragged him to sleep, or please be awakeness to peaceful day.

And yes he had to wake up, the sun shone brightly hurt his eyes forced open to meet familiar ceiling he didn't doubt at first but when he stepped to outside he saw forest surrounding him and others marui on tree nearby

Jake froze there, what is happening here, he had went insane or this is another dream of him being in delusional??

“ oh Mr.Sully, ” the voice said differ from some he heard just not long that called him Olo'eytan and there's only one person who called him that, “ I came here for Lo'ak and Kiri but uh.. am I disturb you? If so I can leave ”

Jake took a deep breath before looked down, his breath hiccup when he saw the boy, and...

What in the world happened here

Spider looked young, he of course young you skxwang hes a kid, too young for him. Looked like a 10-or-so years old, Jake wasn't sure but he sure that this isn't right, Spider is sixteen, almost seventeen, for Eywa's sake.

So why is he looked like this can some one please explain?!

But with that innocent wide eyes of Spider, he couldn't scream his heart out for any explanation.

#spider socorro #miles spider socorro #jake sully #lo'ak sully #neteyam #kiri sully #neytiri #i don't know how to tag #avatar spider #avatar #atwow fanfiction #atwow

167 notes · View notes

unorthodoxx-page · 1 year

Note

Hi. I know that you are currently on hiatus with your ROTTMNT X ATLA , but I wanted to tell you that I'm huge fan of your fic.You took Rise's characters and on their personalities wave them into a different story without much clashing with the original plotline.And you not just cleverly adjusted them to the lore of ATLA, but you also created some of your own (the JiaMo deal is great idea,it creates new subdue stake and I love it).I'm huge sucker for ROTTMNT and even thought I don't like Avatar that much,this makes me want to watch it.That's how great it is.But to not make this post just about praise,I have some questions too:

1)What does the JiaMo sign look like exactly?You mentioned it looks like as a lotus with elemental symbols with different colors on each turtle,but that is,without offense, really bland description.I just can really imagine it.Can you describe it in more detail or even better,draw it,please?

2)How did Leo found out what happened to the Air Nomads?Did he asked the gang,did someone from North Water tribe told him or did he figured it out on his own?How did he react to it? Because it's clear from chapter 2 thet he already knows it.And do Raph and Mikey know it to?

3)Did Mikey ever crawl into his sheel during the trip with Zuko?Or is it just about to happen eventually?

4)Will characters explain their world's words and their meaning?Like,what is apocalipse,bat,Agni kai,Kyoshi warriors and going into full Kyoshi mood😂 etc.

5) Where did get the idea on this fic?Did it just puffed as idea in your head or did you take inspiration from somewhere?I ask cause I saw some cartoon rewievers compare Rise to the Avatar,so if it is coincidence,then it's really a big one😳.

6)If someone wantedy to make full comic of your fic,would you be pro or against it?Cause I peronally think it would make it more popular.I also saw some comic of your fanfic on youtube and I wondered,is it you or someone else.?

Of course,if some of these questions can't be answered without big spoilers, I understand.I hope that you will start writing it again soon.Also sorry if there are some gramar problems(english is not my first language).

So, I'm going to try and keep this short. Only because I can get a bit longwinded lol.

I've actually drawn this out before and posted it, but it's probably buried deep in my Tumblr at this point. I'll look for the post and/or find the file. Once I have it I'll update this post with the picture. I will say though, I cannot describe a symbol to save my life! It was so hard!! I seriously wasn't expecting that lol.

2. So this is one of those organic conversations that happened off-screen. I will say it's something he learned while behind the Northern wall. I originally had a whole chapter or two dedicated to everyone's arrival, but they didn't make the cut. Leo's and Donnie's arrival specifically spoke to the more political landscape of the Avatar world.

For example, there was more arguing in the North about who 'gets' the spirit. It was during this time that Leo would get a small breakdown of the war. He's horrified by it and likens the Fire Nation to the Kraang, to be honest. It's partly why Leo was so rough with Zuko. He knows, instinctively, that the world will have to work something out with the Fire Nation, but he's not really giving them the benefit of the doubt at the moment.

Side note: there was originally supposed to be more Ozai and Donnie before he left with Azula, but I couldn't make it work. I think if I were to give it another chance now then it would work, but there will be time for that later.

3. He hasn't actually! We'll see it later in Ba Sing Se....for various reasons.

4. Yes, they will explain words along the way. Mikey already knows what an Agni Kia is (another off-screen moment) but the other turtles will learn what it is soon enough.

5. It honestly popped into my head lol. I don't remember anything about a comparison of the two before writing. I remember that I was in the middle of the last two chapters of Recoil when the idea hit. Sometimes I'll just think of fandoms and see if they would cross. Like, I had this idea for a Stargate x Xiaolin Showdown oneshot simply because I think the Stargate people would believe Chase Young was a goa'uld. I mean....He drinks a dragon soup (with the only image being a tail in a bowl), then his personality changes and his eyes turn gold...... that screams goa'uld all the way!

6. I'm all for it!! Any comics you see on youtube and/or Tumblr aren't by me. I love seeing them though. It really makes me feel good that people like my writing enough to draw for it. So if anyone wants to make a full comic then you have my full blessing! Just tag me so I can see it and reblog it!

Let me know if you have any other questions!!

#rise teenage mutant ninja turtle #avatar the last airbender #atla #atla fanfic #atla fic #crossover #crossover fanfic #fanfiction #question #question and answers #a tale of spirits #rottmnt #tmnt #ao3 #ao3 fic #ao3 fanfic #teenage mutant ninja turtles

185 notes · View notes

nodirectionhome-ao3 · 2 months

Text

WIP Tag

Thanks for the tag @kay-elle-cee, @alittlebitofeverything23, and @isahorcrux !!! This is such a fun one. :)

List the titles your top five priorities for WIP updates (link your fics for new readers!)

An upcoming scene, event, or detail in each fic that you're looking forward to writing

Bonus: make a poll for your followers to vote on which top 5 WIP they are most excited to see an update on!

Then tag 10 writer friends

Titles

Kindly Stopped for Me: Chapter 33. Lily lives AU, where Lily falls into a coma on Halloween 1981 and wakes up at the end of GoF. Lots of angst and family feels.

The Joker and The Queen: Chapter 3. A Jily fake-dating fic. Shenanigans abound. An "Idiots in Love" kind of story.

James Lives AU (Title TBA): Outline & Chapter 1. Basically a James version of Kindly Stopped for Me. James survives Halloween 1981 in a way that I will not spoil for you, and wakes up later on when Harry is a teenager.

Forever is the Sweetest Con: Short multi-chapter. Jily as con artists who fall in love while trying to con each other.

Fragile Little Flame: A post-war Hinny fic! Most likely a one-shot, but we'll see what happens.

(I’m not including the KSFM Missing Moments that I’m working on in this, since I don’t post them on AO3, but just know that I haven’t forgotten them!!!)

Upcoming Scenes, Events, Details

I've been making some minor changes to my outline for KSFM, so the exact numbers may change, but looking at it from a birds-eye view—Chapters 35 and 39 are two of the angstiest chapters in the entire fic😅 So...in preparation for that...I'm giving you all a slight break from the heaviness of this fic with chapters 33 and 34. I'm hoping it won't feel like a crazy tone switch after the previous two chapters, but I'm excited! Chapter 33 is a bit of a transition chapter (setting up some important things!) so maybe won't be the most exciting thing to read. But it will include Lily watching Harry in a Gryffindor Quidditch match for the first time and the gang celebrating Sirius’s 36th birthday!🎂🎂🎂 So hopefully you all will enjoy that!! And then Chapter 34 will be a Harry POV and will feature some good old-fashioned teenage romance drama😅

Chapter 3 of The Joker and The Queen has taken soooo long to write because it's something I sort of have to be in the right mindset for. (I still don't have a full outline for it because I posted the first chapter impulsively before I really thought about the plot very much lol) But I'm hoping it will be worth the wait!! The chapter will feature Lily meeting Fleamont and Euphemia (and possibly some Potter extended family members too) for the first time. I've never written James's parents before, so I'm excited!

Oh man, oh man. What can I say about the James lives au?? I'm currently drafting multiple vague outline ideas as I work through the timeline that I want it to take place in. But, despite what I've said previously, I'm finding myself starting to lean towards setting it in the OotP universe after all. (but no promises yet!) I'm staying kind of vague about the plot of this since it's still very much under consideration, but I'll just say that Peter's betrayal and its ramifications will be a major focus. The betrayal will happen slightly differently than it does in canon (as some of you have already guessed!), and I expect it to be devastating😈

Forever is the Sweetest Con is a fic that has been percolating in my brain for a WHILE now. I haven't officially outlined it yet, but I already made the banner so it's officially happening! It will be canon divergent, and I'm excited to explore the cat-and-mouse dynamic that I envision when I think about this one.

Fragile Little Flame is a fic inspired by Taylor Swift's "I Know Places" and is also one that I already have a banner and title for, but no outline. It'll be a post-war Hinny fic (I've been wanting to return to writing them!) and will take place in the 19 years between the end of DH and the epilogue. I haven't really thought about the plot in detail yet, but it probably won't be epilogue-compliant. Harry will (probably) be a Quidditch player rather than an Auror, and the fic will explore Harry and Ginny recovering from the war and rebuilding their relationship amongst the chaos of both grief and fame.

Apologies if you've already been tagged! But here's a no-pressure tag to: @suzyq31 @nena-96 @uncertainwallflower @turanga4 @takearisk-ao3 @annasghosts @practicecourts

#wip game #cam writes #wip tag #was tagged

30 notes · View notes

billthedrake · 1 year

Text

GOALS (PART ONE)

Story idea by and collaboration with top son Turner ([email protected]).

[SCOTT]

"So what are your goals, Mr. D?"

We were sitting in a side area of a large cinderblock-construction room that was part of a gym the next town over. It was more of a lifter's gym for serious dudes, and a change of pace from the corporate health club I normally went to downtown. And certainly a change from the country club where I golfed on the weekends or on days off.

But when I hit 50 and decided to get a personal trainer, I'd scoured the online listings and read reviews and came across a familiar face: Austin White, a baseball player who'd dated my daughter back in high school. Well, he wasn't playing baseball these days but had graduated from college and was now working back in a nearby suburb as a personal trainer.

"You don't have to call me Mr. D," I reminded him. "You're no longer dating Shannon."

The trainer flashed a pearly white smile. He definitely had Lady Killer written all over him. Strikingly handsome-cute, laidback, and no small amount of easy charm. "Sorry, Scott," he laughed softly. "Old habits..."

I smiled back. "Yeah.... hope you didn't mind me looking you up." It had seemed like a great idea at the time, but now that I was face to face with Shannon's ex boyfriend, I realized there was something a little awkward about it all.

Austin put me at ease. "Glad you did, Scott," he said. "But you didn't answer my question."

"My goals?" I prompted, recalling what he'd asked me. "Well, I turned 50 last week..."

"50's a number," he said, challenging me some. "Not a goal."

I nodded. "I guess I've let myself go some, to be honest. I'd like to get back in shape... healthier. And I guess there are some personal reasons, too," I admitted shyly.

He flashed that Lady Killer smile again. "I'm a professional Scott... you can tell me."

I chuckled. "Well, I'm hoping to rekindle things in the bedroom, you know?"

I felt dumb saying it, particularly to a dude as young and jacked as Austin. But he didn't miss a beat. "That's a pretty good motivation, Scott," he grinned. "And common, too. It's good to be honest with yourself about what drives you." He picked up his clipboard to take notes. "OK, so we know a big goal... any others?"

I filled him in on some lingering back and hip issues. They didn't keep me from being active, but they affected my golf game sometimes. "I'm afraid I haven't always prioritized being active," I said, no longer embarrassed but feeling proud I was taking the first step to being a better Scott Delahunt. "You know, long hours, lots of sitting at a desk..."

"Still doing the executive thing?" Austin asked.

"Yes. CFO," I clarified. "Though at a different company than when I last saw you."

"That's cool," he said. "And we'll work on your back and hip and see if we can improve your overall mobility... training's not a substitute for physical therapy of course but it can complement it," the guy added thoughtfully. "I work with all types of clients, but I specialize in men over 40.... you know more functional training and flexibility."

"Sounds great," I said.

"I just want to make sure my clients are on the same page with expectations."

"I'm putty in your hands, good sir," I half joked.

He laughed. "All right, Scott," he said, standing up from his chair. "Let's do some measurements and a few diagnostics." Austin had put on some muscle since high school for sure, and the form-fitting zip-up and joggers showed off a body that was big but that somehow didn't look overly musclebound. This young dude was definitely gonna be some inspiration for my own fitness journey.

I stepped on the scale. "198," Austin read out. "And 6-foot-even?" he asked.

"Maybe a hair shy, but yeah, 6 foot." I stepped off. "I really would love to lose the spare tire," I said, patting my midsection. I didn't have an outright beer belly, but I had some major love handles and midlife spread there.

Austin's easy smile was gone and he was in full business mode. "We'll work on it," he assured me, gesturing me over to a mat to do a timed plank. "There's no quick fix," he explained as he started the stopwatch. "No crash diets, either... I believe in strength training first as a foundation and then we'll work on the rest, OK?"

"Yeah," I grunted. I was holding my own I guess, but my lack of regular exercise was biting me in the ass, hard.

I did better on some of the diagnostics and not as hot on the other.

"I told you, Austin," I said. "You're getting a real project." Pulling out the self deprecating humor.

He was still in business mode. "I'm not one of those hardass trainers, but I have only one rule, Mr. D," he said, his old nickname slipping back. "No comparing yourself to anyone else. If you're on social media, I want you off it. In here, for 60 minutes twice a week, it's going to be about you... what you're doing and what you can do better and how we can get you there. Not any of the other guys. OK? "

"Got it," I said. It felt weird being bossed around by a man half my age, but Austin was the one with the Instagram body. I'd follow his lead.

We walked on toward the locker area. "And one other thing you'll learn about me, Scott," he added with a wink. "I have more than one rule."

****

[AUSTIN]

"Beast!" I grunted in encouragement as Scott pumped out a personal record on the bench press. He even did two reps without my spot, before I helped him on the third. As I helped guide the bar back into pace I saw his exertion-red face and concerted look break into a wide smile.

Psychology is a big part of my job. Every client is different and has different things that motivate them as well as different reasons they weren't motivated before they came to me. Being a trainer doesn't mean being a miracle worker, but you try to figure out what's going to work for a man or woman in the gym.

But I'd never seen a man respond so well to encouragement as Scott. I honestly didn't know what to expect when Shannon's dad first contacted me. But I always liked the guy, and he'd always made me feel welcome when I was over at the Delahunt house. He'd always take the time to say hello or chat and ask me how the baseball season was going or what colleges I was considering. When anyone else had grilled me about college, it felt like pressure - like "are you good enough for my daughter" BS - but with Mr. D, it felt like genuine interest.

Now that I'd been training the man for over a year, I'd gotten to see another side of him. He was guarded at first, but after a few months he'd started being more open. Something about the extra time to chat in the gym does wonders for getting the conversation flowing. He didn't talk ill about Mrs. Delahunt, but the man was clearly frustrated in his marriage. I was getting the picture of a man who'd thrown himself into a high-powered career and who liked to show off the spoils of financial success. And he wasn't happy.

"Give it a couple minutes rest," I said as Scott sat up, stretching his arms a little and rubbing out the burn in his triceps. "And maybe we can try for 10 more?"

"Oh yeah," the executive said enthusiastically. "Let's do it."

As he cooled down for a bit, he asked. "You doing anything this weekend, Austin?"

I was putting two fives on the barbell. "My Dad's coming to visit."

Scott looked into my face. "You're not excited are you?" he said, observant as hell.

I sighed. "I don't know, Scott... a dumb part of me looks forward to it every time.... but when he's here, it's like we don't have anything to talk about. He'll spend a couple hours with me, then go meet up with one of his buddies instead."

Scott didn't try to tell me it was OK. Or make excuses for my Dad. He just listened. "That's tough, guy," he finally said. "I guess some parents aren't good with the emotional stuff."

He got into place and went for another set. I had to spot him for a good deal of that one rep. I could read the disappointment in his face.

"Give it a longer rest," I urged. "Refocus. You got this, Scott."

The next attempt wasn't pretty, but it was all Scott. And the beaming look of pride in his face after was one of those moments that makes my job worth it.

[SCOTT]

"You hear from Shannon lately?" Austin asked between squats. He'd been pushing me more on leg days lately, and I was starting to see progress.

I never knew for sure why Austin and Shannon broke up, but Austin was a grade ahead of Shannon and gone off to college before her. A part of me wondered if Austin still had a thing for my daughter, but I figured this was just something to talk about, the connection that first brought us together in the gym.

"Not lately. I only hear from her when she needs money," I said wryly.

"Oof," my trainer gave a "that hurts" wince. "For real?"

"I exaggerate some," I explained. "But not a lot. Sometimes it feels like she sees her Daddy as a living, walking credit card."

Austin gave me a reassuring, empathetic look. "Well, at least she's probably having a blast in college, right?"

It was the perfectly timed joke, and it made me crack up. "That she is, buddy," I said.

I got in place and knocked out another set of squats. It was a struggle, but I got to eight.

"Nice," I heard Austin say. Then he added some weights.

"Sorry if I'm out of line, Scott, but Shannon is a spoiled B. She kind of always was."

I grimaced. He was right, but I didn't appreciate him talking about my daughter like that. "Maybe she is, but I take some responsibility in that. Kelly too... we both spoiled her growing up. We just wanted her to have the finer things, you know."

Austin gave me a look that said he felt contrite, even if he wasn't saying his apology out loud. "Better than the opposite, Scott," he said. "You're there for her, that's what matters."

"Things been rocky with your Old Man lately?" I asked.

Austin shrugged. He had a jock's bluster, but I could tell he hid how much things bothered him. Even discussing his relationship with his father, he tried to pass it off in an even, unaffected tone. "Worse. I haven't heard from him in two months. I left a couple of voice mails, but felt like some desperate chick wanting a second date."

"I take it you speak from experience in brushing off desperate chicks," I teased, trying to change the subject.

Austin grinned. God, he really was a strikingly handsome young man. "Ah, I talk a big game, Scott. Truth is, I guess I'm just waiting for the right one, you know."

It was adorable to see this muscled up ex-jock act shy, and endearing too. "I'm sure she'll come, Austin," I assured him. "Probably sooner than you think."

He looked at me as if he was trying to decide whether he could share a secret. He did. "It'd be a 'he,' Scott."

"Oh," I muttered dumbly. It didn't even occur to me that Austin would be gay. In fairness, I knew him first as Shannon's boyfriend.

The guy went into reassuring mode. "I don't generally share my personal business," he said. "With any of my clients..."

There was the Mr. Business side of my trainer coming out. Serious, professional.

"I'm glad you did, Austin," I said. "Um, is that why things didn't work out with you and Shannon?" Maybe none of my business, but I was curious as hell.

He didn't seem fazed by my question. "Yes and no. I mean I didn't decide I really preferred men until college. But even in high school I felt I wasn't 100% into dating the girls I was with. No disrespect to your daughter..."

"None taken," I assured him.

I did another set. It was getting really fucking hard now. "Let's stretch some," Austin said, a signal we were done with squats for the day.

On the mat, Austin guided me through some gentle stretches.

My curiosity was still getting the best of me.

"So... you have any boyfriends in college?" I asked. Before stopping myself. "Sorry... that's none of my business."

He didn't admonish me but just said softly. "Yeah, like I say I don't advertise my personal business."

[AUSTIN]

Like with a lot of clients, I told Scott not to weigh himself at home constantly. We'd step on the locker room scale once a month. That way, he'd be focused on strength and diet and not on the ups and downs.

I could tell he was nervous that day as he stepped on, wearing only his compression. I tried to act normal around Scott Delahunt, but the man was my type to a T. Older, just the right amount of muscle, clean cut daddy. A year and a half of training had done wonders for an already good looking man. His back had a nice curve and definition and his shoulders and arms were swells of rounded muscle. He still had a little padding on his middle but his gut was solid muscle behind it. He'd definitely lost some extra weight.

"190!" he beamed. "I haven't weighed 190 since my 30s," he said as he stepped off the scale and turned toward me. Scott wasn't overly hairy but he had a nice pelt of light brown hair on his now defined chest and torso.

"And some of that is extra muscle," I reminded him. "So... you told me your goal when we started... any luck in the bedroom?" I tried to make it sound professional, or maybe buddy-to-buddy. But lately I'd been thinking way too much of Scott Delahunt having sex.

He shook his head. "Not really," he said. I expected a sad sack expression but instead he just replied, "But I've decided I'm doing this for me, actually."

"Yeah?" I asked. I wasn't sure if he was just parroting what he thought I wanted to hear.

"It's about time I focused on what makes me happy, you know?"

"You should," I said. "You deserve that."

He gave me a grateful look. But he didn't respond. Instead, it was like he was displaying his body for me. Not lecherous exactly, and I think I did a damn good job of hiding my attraction to him. But it was like he wanted a gay dude's approval of his improved physique. Some straight dudes have hang ups about gay men checking them out, but I've met a couple of buds who feel they can trust me with my assessment of them physically.

I ventured a compliment. "You're looking really good, Scott. Muscle, definition, and the slimmer midsection are really coming together," I said. "Incredible progress, really."

He ate it up. "I couldn't be doing it without you, buddy. For real."

I forced myself to stop ogling his half naked body, as I told him I'd see him for our session Friday.

When I got home, though, I jerked off. A nice heavy load just imagining mounting Scott doggy style and pounding him hard and fast. As I cleaned up, I had to laugh at how turned on I was by this 51 year old corporate exec. Like, I always had to pine for the unavailable ones.

I just hoped for his sake that Scott Delahunt was getting laid that night.

[SCOTT]

It was tough getting back into the gym after two weeks. Austin kind of laughed as I showed my frustration at not being able to bench nearly as much as before.

"Been there, Scott," he patted my shoulder as I sat up. He'd been doing that more lately, touching me. Nothing too weird or invasive, kind of like one close buddy might do for another. But knowing Austin was a gay dude made me read something into it, I suppose. Not that he'd be into a middle-aged man like me. But I did find myself wondering a lot about the kind of men Austin was into. I chalked it up to idle curiosity. Austin had opened up a lot to me as we trained and talked, but he kept one part of himself private.

"How was Italy?" he asked.

"Incredible," I replied. "Villa in Tuscany, good weather, amazing food... what's not to like?" I started.

"That's awesome," Austin said. He seemed to enjoy living vicariously through his clients' vacations, and I knew that as a trainer he probably didn't have the time or money to do any big travel.

I nodded. "Yeah, but this sounds spoiled as hell to say... but I would have been as happy on one of your Smokies camping weekends." Austin grew up in the east part of the state and still enjoyed getting up into the mountains from time to time.

He gave me a sympathetic look. "Yeah, why's that?"

I shrugged. I felt like sometimes I unloaded a lot onto my trainer, but it was like he was the one guy who'd understand. "I dunno... With Kelly, it sometimes feels like things have to be perfect... you know, THE best winery and THE best private tour... and she spends half the vacation posting the pictures on Facebook so her friends all know how she's having THE best fucking vacation.... sorry, man, I know I'm being a jaded asshole."

Austin patted my shoulder again. That touch against my warm shoulder through my workout shirt. "Not at all, man. You just have a better perspective on life is all." He gave me another pat. "Ready for another set?"

I nodded and got back into place. We finished up at the bench and went to do a superset of dumbbell exercises.

I was a little out of breath when we finally paused.

"Tough, huh?" Austin said, reading my face.

I nodded, not quite formulating a word. "Yah. Sorry."

"Take a sec," he assured me. He had me drink some water.

As we went to do some stretches and core work, our conversation resumed.

"So... I didn't know you were into camping," Austin said.

"I'm not," I replied. "At least I haven't done it since I was a boy scout. But the idea of getting away from Brentwood seems real appealing sometimes."

Austin squatted down next to me and reached over to pull my hip to correct my form. "No offense, Scott, but you're Brentwood through and through."

I laughed. "Yeah, I guess," I said. Austin was originally from a small town in east Tennessee and had moved to the Nashville suburbs when he was 12. He seemed to have mixed feelings about the tony suburbs we lived in, and I had a hard time figuring them out. "Guilty as charged."

"I'm just razzing ya, Scott," Austin said, that easy going charm coming back.

[AUSTIN]

I'd taken a break from the apps. I told myself it was healthy to do so, but maybe it was healthier to get laid. In case, Scott's break from the gym somehow made me miss the guy. I was becoming crushed out on my client. I told myself that was because I wasn't getting any daddy ass.

My profile was clear. 24yo total top clean cut jock into masculine 40+ daddies. Inexperienced OK. Married or DL OK. Just be willing and ready to take care of my 7.5 inch cock. No-strings fun only.

I had a great set of pictures that got a lot of bites. That first weekend of Scott's vacation I got messaged by five men. Two just weren't my thing, two were smoking hot, and one was OK. I messaged the smoking hot daddies back and clicked with a businessman staying downtown. He wasn't Scott Delahunt hot but he was my type. 48, balding, strong barrel chested build, trimmed goatee. He was married but played when he was out of town. I assured him I was totally discreet.

It had actually been six months since I'd hooked up with a guy. I remembered now how fun it could be. Even dealing with the traffic heading into downtown. When I got to his hotel room, he'd just gotten out of the shower, freshly cleaned for me, and had a towel wrapped around his waist. He had a soft belly, not big but more along the lines of what Scott had when he started with me. His front was incredibly furry and I found the swirls of hair incredibly hot.

"Hey," he grinned as he led me in. He could barely take his eyes off me. I'm not an egotist... well, I am a little. But it's great to have that silent appreciation of my looks. His words made it explicit. "Man," he said in a deeper-South accent. "I thought you wouldn't live up to your pictures, but you're incredible."

My eyes swept his body too. He wasn't the hottest man I'd ever slept with but I loved his real dad-ness... married-with-kids Southern daddy, deep voice, ex-jock vibe. "I'm liking what I see, too," I growled, pulling my shorts up to let my boner ride up. I had been looking forward to some release real bad.

He seemed like he'd won the lottery ticket. "Dang! You really do go for older guys don't ya?"

"Exclusively," I said. I loved the chance to be direct with men about my sexual preferences. I stepped up to him and ran my hands along the soft furred belly before slipping my hands around his waist to pull him toward me for a kiss.

Some married guys aren't into kissing. I forgot to ask if Business Daddy was OK with it. He was. Or made an exception for me. He was used to soft kissing from a woman and was surprised by my approach. But he got into it and was soon pawing at my T-shirt, feeling up my muscle.

I was getting worked up, fast. My fingers undid his towel and felt up the bare buns. Some men like Scott Delahunt had to work to develop a thick round ass. This guy had the genetics for it. I could be satisfied with a nice slow BJ from a hot daddy, but knowing from our DMs that this guy wasn't virgin made me really want to tap his hole.

"What are your thoughts on the D word?" I growled. Business Daddy seemed real into me, and I felt I had the cards, at least enough to push this.

"Daddy?" he asked, to clarify.

"'Dad' is even hotter to me," I said, taking his wrist and guiding it to the hard ridge in my mesh shorts. Instantly his thick fingers curled greedily around it.

He gulped. "Never done that scene," he admitted. "But if it turns you on, buddy..."

"It turns me the fuck on," I assured him. I kissed him again then kissed and licked along his ear lobe. "Why don't you get down and suck my dick, Dad?" I whispered.

He had a naughty look on his face as he crouched down. The man wasn't all that hung and his shorter dick stood out like a spike from his hairy crotch as he got down. He peeled down my shorts, like he was unwrapping a Christmas present.

"Dang... fucking big piece ya got, buddy," he hissed, taking it in his hand and licking it. "Go easy on me, will ya?"

"Yeah, Dad," I hissed, not wanting to get out of this scene now that I had the green light. Then I felt his warm mouth descend on me. Business Daddy wasn't experienced but I wasn't his first cock either. It was a nice sweet spot. I imagined my father doing this to me. Sucking me, learning how to suck me.

"That's it, Dad," I grunted. "Suck your boy. Love your hot fucking mouth on my dick, sir." Some guys were turned off by my verbal approach, and others were way turned off by the incest scene. That's one reason I sometimes found hookups not to be satisfying. It was hard to develop a rapport to go deep with a one-off guy.

But Business Daddy was getting into it, sucking me more fully now, with a bit more of a slow suction that was getting me worked up. I watched his balding head bob up and down on my crotch. My own father had more hair, though it too was thinning. Like Scott Delahunt's.

"If you keep sucking, Dad, I'm gonna cum," I warned. "But I really wanna fuck you, sir."

Business daddy pulled off and took one admiring look at my spit wet dong. "Damn you are a pervy fucker," he laughed.

I kicked off my shorts and peeled off my T-shirt. "Yeah I'm a perv," I replied. In the past I might have felt embarrassed but now I was unapologetic. I fisted my cock and looked him in the eye. "When was the last time you got fucked?"

He seemed to be on the defensive now, and I worried I let my horns get the worst of me. If I fucked this up....

"Two years," he said softly. "I don’t usually...."

"You enjoy it?" I questioned him.

He nodded, blushing some. "A little too much."

"You got ready for me, right?" I just wanted to remind him of the reason I was there and not hooking up with one of the other guys.

He nodded. "You're intense, you know that right?" he said. Like his physical attraction to me was countered by a vibe that just wasn't working for him.

"I'm just horny, man," I explained. "I haven't fucked a guy in six months. I fucking miss it."

"A dude like you... I would have thought..." he started and didn't have to finish.

"Let me eat you for a bit," I said. "I want you to want this, man."

He nodded and got on the bed, pulling his legs back. Fuck, that hole was beautiful. Furry dad trench with a nice tight hole. I got in place and examined it, taking my time before leaning in and licking. Business Daddy was squeaky clean and I took the opportunity to go to town, really feasting on that ass like it was my last meal.

It was a nice cool down from the BJ and the Dad-talk earlier but also worked me up in a way.

"Lube?" I asked when I finally pulled back. He gestured to the small table on the other side of the bed. I went around and Business Daddy scooted to reposition himself on the bed.

I took my time fingering him, talking with him about men and cocks and fucking. I avoided the Dad-Son stuff since I wanted to build the vibe rather than kill it.

"So..." I said as I now slid three slick fingers in and out of his stretched tightness. I had the conquerer gene in me, I suppose, because I LOVED the idea of getting a hole that had barely been fucked. "We talked a little earlier... I'm on PREP and get tested regularly... I'd love to get in you raw, sir."

"I've never done that," he whispered, but I could see his shorter, fatter dick throb as I worked the first inches of his insides.

"Is that a NO?" I challenged him. I was going to respect his wishes, but I was gonna do my damnedest to get the fuck I wanted then.

"Go ahead, man," he said. "I trust ya."

I scooted up and lined my bare cock against his ring. It took some work, alternating fingering with some teasing with my cock. But I finally breached him in a way that was comfortable for him.

"Easy," I hissed as I rubbed his soft belly and pushed deeper. "Just going slow here.... you got this."

He took a deep breath and nodded. "Feels good actually," he said. His eyes had been on mine but now he looked all over my body. "You're so fricking hot."

I grinned. "You like the jocks, huh?"

"I do," he replied. Not embarrassed, but forthright.

"You wanna tell me about any of them?" I was pushing the envelope for sure, but my cock was almost bottomed out in his hole.

He gave me a grin. "I don't play around at home... but there's the neighbor kid. Got a football scholarship at Ole Miss... hot fucker."

I plowed in. Business Daddy accepted me, his dick thwapping excitedly at the full penetration. "You wish he was here fucking you now?"

"God, man," Business Daddy was the one getting into the pervy headspace now. He reached up and clenched at my sides. Hungry. I gave him the kiss he craved. Then I started thrusting into him.

"I'd love both of you guys at once," he admitted. "Tag teaming me."

"That'd be hot," I leered, really getting into this. I rarely got to do this level of verbal with a guy, and it was really working me up. "Two jocks... taking turns.... opening up that Daddy hole."

"Yes," he hissed... "fuck me, stud!"

I was getting more athletic with my pumps. "Been too long hasn't it, Daddy... since you had a young cock in ya?"

Maybe the D word was pushing it, but Business Daddy picked it right up. "God yeah, son. Fuck your Dad!"

Oh jesus. The surprise of those words, and the deep Southern accent of them had my balls pumping. Not a pre-orgasmic warning, but the real deal. I was ejaculating hard into this older business man.

"That's it, son. Get your nut. Show Dad what ya got." For a man who didn't seem into pervy role play, he sure knew what to say now.

I growled my way through my deep orgasm and then kind of fell on him, reclaiming a kiss as my dick pumped out its dribbles into his conquered hole.

I gathered my senses and got back into the original position, squirting some lube on his spike and slowly pumping him as I urged him off. I even had him describe that Ole Miss tight end in detail. His whole body went beet red as he came, and I knew it was a major orgasm for him too.

We made small talk afterwards. He even said he'd hit me up next time he was in Nashville. "You're a wild one, buddy... but I sure as hell enjoyed the ride."

[SCOTT]

"You got anything going on this weekend?" I asked Austin as he had me do some shoulder raises. I'd been trying to find a nonchalant time to bring it up.

He examined my form and counted my reps silently. "Good," he said as I finished the set and set the dumbbells down on a bench. "Nothing really going on. What about you, man?"

I stood squarely to face him. He was the young jacked stud, but I was getting more proud of my body after a year and a half of working out with him, and more confident in my skin, so to speak. "Well, the Titans have a home game Sunday. I was wondering if you wanted to go see them with me," I ventured.

There came that pearly white smile again, and an excited kid-like look. "What, you got tickets?"

"Two of them," I boasted. "I got 'em through work. A buddy of mine was going to go but had to back out." That second part was a lie.

Austin showed some concern. "Man, I'd love to. Hell, I'd really love to. But I can't afford that." I got the feeling he was an independent-spirited man who didn't like to be beholden to others.

"The ticket's just gonna go to waste,” I said, “and I'll enjoy having someone to go with." I saw his resolve start to melt, so figured I could lay out the rest of my plan. "It's an afternoon game, we can get a hotel downtown for the night and live it up a little. Come on... Kelly's doing some girls trip to Napa, and I have a real bachelor's weekend I want to enjoy."

Austin smiled. "Well, when you put it that way.... jesus, I can't believe you have fucking Titans tickets. You go often?"

I could sense a real envy in his tone. "Yeah, from time to time," I admitted. "I did season tickets a couple years ago, but Kelly griped that my Sundays were all taken up."

He smiled. "I bet these tickets are great seats, too, aren't they?" Teasing me.

"Pretty damn good," I smirked. "We're gonna have a blast, buddy."

[AUSTIN]

I was in a good mood. Strike that, I was in a great mood. The Titans had beaten the Texans but even if they hadn't I just enjoyed being in Nissan Stadium and shouting my lungs out. Scott seemed bemused how into it I was but didn't say anything. The man struck me as something more than a fair weather fan and less than a diehard fan.

But I was grateful for the ticket and that he'd had me tag along. He insisted on covering the hotel room. "Trust me I got a million hotel points to burn through," he countered. So I got the tab as we grabbed beers in one of the downtown bars.

It was a lot of regular guy talk. About the game and the upcoming Titans season. About how September can be the best month in Nashville. About his wife's wine trip and their fall plans. About the cheat day Scott was having and how my metabolism let me get away with stadium concession food and day drinking on occasion.

God, he looked good. Great even, in his snug pale blue Titans T-shirt that clung to his arms and pecs and the hint of dad gut he was still chipping away at. I never saw him outside of the gym, at least not since I'd dated his daughter. He was so focused working out, like that was a second job to him. But this was Scott Delahunt in the mood to let down his hair. Smiling, happy, joking.

Maybe that's what led me to let my hair down too.

"It was my professor," I blurted.

"What?" he asked.

Maybe I enjoyed catching him off guard. But I clarified. "You once asked me who I dated in college. It was my Chemistry professor."

Scott looked at me like I was kidding him. "Are you teasing me?"

I shook my head. "Nah. You're the first guy I've ever told actually. Buy yeah for two years... I don't know if dating was the right word, but it wasn't casual either. He was my first boyfriend."

I kind of wondered if Scott would be put off by the admission. Or even the gay talk. But he seemed laidback about it, and he'd been the one to ask. He took a sip of beer and eyed me up, like he was still trying to decide if I was on the level. "Was this while you were his student or after?"

"While," I replied. "Though we kept hooking up after. That's when I decided maybe I wasn't so bisexual after all."

Scott seemed nervous with that comment but didn't object. Instead, he shook his head. "I would have guessed you would have gone for another college dude."

I shook my head. "Not my thing." Here goes. "I'm only into older guys, actually."

"Really?" Scott was moving from incredulous to amused. "What are we talking about?"

I shrugged. It was kind of a relief to have this open dialogue with the man. "95% of the time, men in their 40s or 50s."

"I knew a buddy in college who was into cougars," he laughed. "The guys gave him a lot of guff, but Taylor got laid so fucking much..." Scott was laughing as he recalled old times then seemed like he had something on his mind.

"What?" I asked.

He paused and looked at me. "Nothing, buddy." He held up his now empty pint glass. "Can I get the next round?"

"No doing, Scott," I said, standing up. "I'm buying."

[SCOTT]

Bringing Austin along to the game was the right call, I realized. I'd never seen a guy so thrilled. He'd been to a couple of games before, but it was a rare treat for him. I was happy to have given him that.

I didn't have any ulterior plans. Then again, maybe I did and just didn't admit them to myself. I told myself I was just having a good time, too. Hanging out with Austin felt freeing, like my college days. Before my career and family, and before the country club set I socialized with. I liked my golf buddies just fine, but there was always that one-up-manship. I could play that game, too, but with Austin, I didn't have to.

We got a little tipsy but didn't go wild. I told Austin he should just enjoy the downtown nightlife on his own. He clapped a hand on my shoulder and gave a gentle squeeze. "No offense to you heteros, Scott, but drunken hos aren't my idea of fun," he laughed.

I loved that he was freer with me. Not guarded, able to talk about being a gay man. I think stupidly I assumed gay guys didn't have the same problem with sex, of finding regular and compatible partners. But I could tell with Austin, he had some dissatisfactions of his own. I almost asked him about it in the bar, but figured I'd mind my own business. I hoped he'd feel free to share with me some time.

It had been in the back of my mind. What sex with a guy would be like. Yeah. I'd fooled around some in college, but that was just that, fooling around. Naughty fun I'd have with some buds when we didn't have girlfriends or weren't getting enough. After I met Kelly, I'd fantasize about other women, sometimes a lot. I figured most guys do. But I never gave much thought to men.

But as Austin and I got ready for bed in the hotel room, I was thinking of it. His eyes were on me. Quiet lust in his eyes that made me feel sexually attractive in a way I hadn't felt in years. This wasn't some cougar in some downtown hotel bar giving me the heavy eye, this was a young hot stud with an Instagram fitness body. Just a dusting of hair but also lots of pale, smooth muscle.

And, as he strutted out of the bathroom in his boxer briefs, I could see the definition in his round ass and the thick bulge of his crotch. It wasn't fair a young man this perfect should be hung, but I had a good idea he was. I tried not to let him catch me looking at his package, but he gave a soft smirk as I darted my glance away. He ran his thumbs along the waist band to adjust the underwear, but his eyes had a question in them. Maybe a plea.

"Good night, bud," I said. Forcing myself to slip into the covers of one of the two beds, as if my heart weren't racing a million miles an hour.

"Good night, Scott," came his reply. Almost soft, not cocky. I'd been nervous until that point, but that voice gave me a boner beneath the sheets. And the very fact I was responding to his gentle masculinity added to the thrill. A feeling I hadn't felt before but maybe wanted to for a while.

He turned out the light.

[AUSTIN]

I was so hard, I couldn't sleep. Scott Delahunt had starred in my JO fantasies a lot lately, and I knew after this weekend he was gonna be in them a lot more. I tossed and turned and tried to think of other stuff. I tried to think of the Titans season but then I'd remember one of the coaches I wanted to bone.

I hoped the beer would catch up and help me sleep. It didn't. I don't know how long I lay awake. Maybe an hour. I decided to go to the bathroom, where I could jerk off in privacy. It wouldn't take long to get my nut and take the edge off.

"Can't sleep either?" I heard Scott say as I scooted to get off the bed. His voice wasn't quiet but wide awake.

"No," I gulped.

"Anything I can do to help?" came his voice in the dark.

My heart pounded. "God, Scott." I was SO close to just saying, "come over and suck me off Daddy." Instead, Scott could tell the frustration in my voice.

"I'm serious, Austin. If you wanna ask me, I won't judge." he said. Then, "I actually kind of want you to ask me."

My heart melted. Here was my dream man, vulnerable as hell. Maybe I'd made him feel that way. Maybe it was just fate.

"Would you join me in my bed?" I asked. Into the darkness of the room. I thought of turning on the lamp but didn't want to break the spell that was set between us.

Scott didn't answer, and I first I though I'd fucked it up big time. Misread what he was suggesting. But then I heard his mattress squeak and then felt his warm body bump against mine beneath the sheets. I scooted over to give him room.

The man was shaking some, but his hands were not wasting time eagerly touching my body. I knew from his touch he'd been thinking about this, wondering what my muscle would feel like. I let him feel and reached down to take off my briefs in case he wanted to feel more.

"Fuck!" he hissed.

"We can take this slow, Scott," I assured him as my own hands were pawing at his older muscle. I'd never get sick of the feel and rougher skin of a middle aged man. And the idea of what he represented to me. Power, authority, experience. I kept my urges in check and slowly caressed his warm back.

The man pulled his hands back some and like that he was peeling his own underwear off. Baring himself for me.

I don't know what I felt first, his hard dick against mine or his lips pressing into a kiss. It wasn't until that kiss that I realized how much I'd pent up. And how much Scott had pent up himself. He was married, maybe nominally straight or whatever. But this man wanted me.

In my past times with older guys, I insisted on getting serviced. It was part of my thing, I guess, my power trip. But I'd heard enough of Scott's marital woes, that I knew I had to give him a real blow job. I kissed my way down his hairy chest and still padded middle and started licking his cock.

His dick was on the smaller side, between 4.5 and 5 inches and was the hardest dick I'd ever encountered. I was grateful for his size as I opened my mouth and took that cock in.

"Yes," he hissed excitedly.

I rarely suck cock and if I do, it's as a teaser for foreplay. So I'm not an expert, but I must have been better than Mrs. Delahunt.

"Suck me buddy!" Scott gasped. His fingers were in my hair, on my scalp. Not possessively, but more appreciative. Like he'd forgotten what pleasure like this was like. I was reminding him with steady and faster mouth strokes.

I backed off a few seconds before he came. I needed this daddy's mouth on my cock before orgasm removed his willingness to suck me. I climbed up and met Scott in another kiss before I pulled back and scooted up to line up my arching, hard prick to his face.

"Take your time," I urged. Not "please suck me" or "would you blow me too?"

I didn't need the pleasantries. I felt his warm wet tongue lick at my head. Tentative as hell, but it was the kind of tentative fear of not doing it right than not wanting to do it.

"Feels great," I assured him. Now running my fingers through his hair. Appreciative, but definitely possessive. I pushed into his mouth. About three inches. Enough to fill him but not trip any gag reflex. "Just take me, man. Nice shallow strokes... there." I was doing most of the work. Maybe I'd train Scott how to be my cocksucker. The very idea got my balls boiling with my load.

Even if he wasn't doing the work he was doing his best. Sucking at me, trying to keep his saliva contained while forming a ring around my softly pistoning cock. I was thick as well as long, and I knew I was a lot. But the man was acting like a champ.

"I'm gonna cum in your mouth, Scott," I warned him. Giving him an out. He had three seconds to do something about the situation. He didn't, so like that I was firing off big. A heavy load right into his mouth. I pulled back so he'd get it mostly on his tongue. I thought he'd feel more comfortable swallowing it that way, but mostly I wanted him to taste me. To know what my cum was like.

I pulled out and felt my prick twitch in the aftershocks.

The man deserved any release I could give him. I scooted back down to suck him to completion but as I approached his crotch, I smelt that familiar bleachy-floral scent. And felt his hands grip my head to stop me.

"I... just came," he admitted.

#drakestories

182 notes · View notes

wikiangela · 6 months

Text

Weekend WIP Game

tagged by @jesuisici33 <3

Rules: List your WIPs below (if you only write one fic at a time, feel free to include future WIPs/ideas!) then answer the following questions. Then, tag as many people as you have WIPs (or more)

1. WIP List:

alive shannon

sick eddie

buddie coffee shop

new buddie chris' school

roommates

bi eddie

buddie death cast fic

cheating fic

untitled natalia fic

buddie 2x01

5+1 nicknames

coffee buddie

2. Which of your WIPs is currently the longest?

alive shannon with 20k words so far

3. Which WIP do you expect will end up the longest?

alive shannon, since it's kinda a canon rewrite and I still haven't decided to which point it's gonna go, we'll see when it'll feel right to end it haha

4. Which WIP is your favourite to write/the most enjoyable to write? Why?

once again, alive shannon haha - it's just so fun to explore what all those dynamics could've been, and giving Eddie and Shannon some closure, and I love exploring Shannon's character, too, speculating on her thoughts and motivations, and diving into everyone's heads, and I'm so excited to see it all develop!!

5. Which WIP do you find the most intimidating to write? Why?

I think it's either alive shannon or the cheating fic alive shannon bc I've never written s2/s3 buddie and I wanna get their characters semi-right, and I don't remember a lot of details so I need to get on with my rewatch lol - and also writing Shannon's and Eddie's feelings on their relationship and how it all ended is not easy haha and the cheating fic bc it's so not my thing but a song inspired it and it got stuck in my head and it's happening haha and I hope I'll make it make sense haha

6. Which WIP do you experience the most self-doubt about. Why?

tbh all of them - some more, some less, but there are moments, especially lately, when veeeery often I'm just like: everything I write sucks wtf

7. Which of your WIPs will you seek out a beta/sensitivity reader for? Why?

@giddyupbuck agreed to beta the alive shannon fic, and I spam them with snippets if I'm in doubt and it's sooo helpful fr ily <3 and I'll need alive shannon beta-read bc it's gonna be so long, and I keep changing my mind about things bc of how many ideas I have, so I just need someone else to look at it and tell me if everything makes sense haha - and Ro's helped me so much with some previous fics so they have my full trust with my baby that is the alive shannon fic haha

8. Have any of your WIPs been struck by the curse of writer's block?

all of them at some point lol - a few of these are actually on hold bc of that - I will get back to them tho!

9. Which WIP has your favourite OC? Tell us about them?

as of now there's no ocs in any of these, but we'll see haha

10. Which WIP is the sexiest?

cheating fic and maaaaybe coffee buddie (if I'll ever get back to this one) - no actual smut in my wips yet atm

11. Which WIP is the angstiest?

buddie death cast fic - if you've read 'they both die at the end' you know why lol this is not gonna have a happy ending

12. Which WIP has the best characterisation (in your humble opinion)?

so far I'm loving everyone in alive shannon so I guess let's go with that haha

13. Which WIP has the best scene setting (in your humble opinion)?

oh I am so bad this - but maybe let's say buddie coffee shop au bc i think it's the only one where I put even a little bit of focus on the setting lmao

14. Which WIP have you worked the hardest on?

alive shannon, been thinking about it and making notes for months before I started writing, and I don't think i've ever been this invested in a fic

15. Which WIP do you have the highest expectations for? Why?

alive shannon - - like I said, it's my most precious baby, and I'm so excited to not only write it but read it, and I hope it's gonna be as good as it is in my head, and I hope I'll make the story make sense with Shannon there, but also keeping some important buddie moments from canon hah

16. Do you dream about any of your WIPs?

not sure if i've ever dreamt about a wip, but i do get new ideas in my sleep sometimes lol

17. Do any of your WIPs have particular complexities that your other fics don't?

alive shannon will have switching povs which i rarely do, so it's gonna be a challenge to write three distinct voices - and diving into Shannon's head and feelings and motivations will also definitely be hard

18. Which WIP is the funniest or has the most humour?

I think sick eddie - he's so ridiculously stubborn and difficult istg haha or buddie coffee shop with how fucking awkward buck's being

19. Do any of your WIPs contain outside POVs or a deep dive on a character other than the main ship? How are you finding that process?

yep, once again, alive shannon - it's as much a buddie fic as it is a shannon fic, so it's not exactly outside pov, bc I'm just excited to focus on her equally as much, on how she's settling into their lives, becoming a better mom, being involved in Chris' life - she's gonna have as much focus as buddie sns it's not easy, bc it's alternating povs and once I get stuck in Eddie's head it's hard to leave, but so far it's been fun

20. Tell us one thing we don't know about one or more of your WIPs

uhhh, I think I share like everything lol okay, so maybe: alive shannon will definitely go at least up until s4 and will include Eddie dating Ana 👀 purely bc I want a buddie-shipping Shannon to be like wtf eddie??? also, there will be more than one mcd in the death cast fic and coffee buddie was loosely inspired by a small thing from luke cage lol

no pressure tags: @daffi-990 @fortheloveofbuddie @elvensorceress @gaydiaz @diazass @thebravebitch @silentxxsoul @shortsighted-owl @eddiebabygirldiaz @arthursdent @diazblunt @911onabc @eddiediaztho @housewifebuck @lover-of-mine @gayhoediaz @rogerzsteven @watchyourbuck @hoodie-buck @monsterrae1 @ladydorian05 @forthewolves @honestlydarkprincess @wildlife4life @theotherbuckley @weewootruck @thewolvesof1998 @disasterbuckdiaz @loserdiaz @underwater-ninja-13 @giddyupbuck @hippolotamus @eowon @callaplums @spotsandsocks

#alive shannon is like most of these answers lmao #but i'll talk about this fic at every and all opportunities istg i just love it so much #sorry to annoy y'all with it haha - if anyone doesn't wanna be tagged in only alive shannon stuff just lmk fr #weekend wip game #wip asks #writer asks #wikiangela writes #my wips #fanfic ask game #buddie #buddie wip #the alive shannon fic

43 notes · View notes

pardi-real · 2 months

Text

Honeymoon Knight / Chapter 3 - The Ideal Honeymoon

Prev | All | Next

~ A little while later ~

And then, while sharing memories, we went sightseeing in the city of Velis.

Muu: "Nevertheless... even though it's not summer yet, there are a lot of people in the city."

Lucas: "In June, Velis is not as scorching as midsummer, so it's comfortable. And it's popular as a honeymoon destination.”

> "Oh~ really?"

Muu: "Certainly, now that you mention it... there seem to be many close-knit couples."

Lamli: "Everyone must be on their honeymoon."

Nac: "Everyone seems very happy. I hope they have a great honeymoon."

Muu: "Honeymoon, huh..."

Lamli: "Hm? What's the matter, Buu? You seem lost in thought."

Muu: "Honeymoon… What do people do on their honeymoons?"

Nac: "Right, Muu didn't even know what a honeymoon was."

Muu: "Ah! I came up with a good idea! I want to ask everyone what kind of honeymoon they would like!"

> “Th-that’s so sudden” > "It feels like we had a similar conversation last year..."

Muu: "Last year, I had fun hearing everyone's views on marriage! So, I'm really curious about where everyone would like to travel!"

Lamli: "Buu, you… you sometimes say pretty amazing things."

Nac: "I see… my own honeymoon… To be honest, I've never even imagined it."

> “But, I guess I'm interested to know” > "I'm curious about your ideal honeymoon..."

Nac: "Oh well? Is that so…! Fortunately, this Nac... is good at fantasizing. I'll think of the best honeymoon!"

Lamli: "I'll think about it too! My lord!"

> "Thank you, Lamli"

Lucas: "Fufu... sounds fun, doesn't it? ♪ But still… It's a bit difficult to decide on a travel destination right away… So, how about we go with this theme, ‘If you were to go on a honeymoon in Velis, how would you do it?’ "

> “Sounds interesting!” > "That makes sense, sure"

Nac: "I see… An ideal honeymoon in a beautiful resort place, huh…"

Lamli: "Nothing less from you, Master Lucas! I'm already having fun just by thinking about it!"

Muu: "Fufu, It sounds like we'll hear interesting stories! Well then, as the first one… may we hear from Mr. Lucas?"

Lucas: "Oh? From me?"

> "Lucas, tell us your story"

Lucas: "Alright. Let's see… If I were to come on a honeymoon to Velis… I would like to spend a leisurely time gazing at the stars with my partner.

The starry sky visible from here is more beautiful than anything else, but if you visit it with someone precious, and after tying the knot with them... It would feel even more beautiful.

Underneath a sky full of stars… Next to the person you love the most… It'll truly feel like a honeymoon–a very enjoyable moment, don't you think so too, my lord?"

> "Certainly, it sounds wonderful"

Lucas: "And there… I would like to have a simple talk while drinking wine. Things that made me happy recently... stories of past failures... I want to talk about trivial things…

Leisurely, talking about whatever… I want to have an indulgent time.

Because I can do that with someone I trust. Well, so, my ideal honeymoon is something like this."

> "It was very nice"

Lucas: "Thank you very much. I'm glad you liked it, my lord. Well then, next... let's hear from Lamli."

Lamli: "Huh? Me?"

> "Tell us, Lamli"

Lamli: "Yes, of course! Let's see… If I were to come on a honeymoon to Velis… I would like to play in the sea with my partner!

I'm not good with sunlight, so playing for a long time might be difficult… But... I want to see many beautiful things together, like beautiful fish and coral!

And, I can see the face of my beloved person clearly under the sun…But, when it gets dark… As you would expect, I want to talk about various things with them while gazing at the starry sky.

Things like our future together... I want my partner to talk honestly about how they want to live. I want to help make my partner's dream come true...

Oops…! Sorry! The chat kinda got off track from the whole honeymoon thing."

> "I think it's wonderful, Lamli"

Lamli: "Ehehe. Thank you very much! If I could go on such a wonderful trip with my lord… I would be so happy…"

> "With me?"

Lamli: "N-nothing!"

Muu: "Alright, finally… Mr. Nac, please go ahead!"

Nac: “My ideal honeymoon in Velis... Well, I'm not into crowded places... I'd love to stroll by the sea in the morning with my partner. Just the two of us on a quiet, deserted beach. And, with the beautiful sea as the background, I want to engrave the image of my beloved person into my eyes."

> "That sounds wonderful."

Nac: "Thank you very much. And… In the dim light before sunrise… The scars on my body won't stand out, even if I'm lightly dressed."

> "That's..." > “I see…”

Nac: “It's a bit embarrassing when my scars are clearly visible in bright light…”

> “Isn't it okay not to worry too much?”

Nac: “M-my Lord?”

> “Personally I don't mind, at least”

Nac: “Th-thank you. Fufu... Is that so? In that case... Let's definitely walk under the bright sunshine together, my lord!”

Lamli: “Hey Nac... When did it turn into something like a honeymoon trip with the lord?”

Nac: “Oops...! I apologize for that.”

Lucas: “Fufu... It was wonderful, Nac. Even though this honeymoon is all just a fantasy... I'm sure your partner will be someone who accepts everything about you, Nac.”

Nac: “Mr. Lucas…”

Lamli: “You don't need to worry so much about your scars, you know? Whether you have them or not, Nac being annoying won't change.”

Nac: “Even Lamli... ...Lamli. ...Just for now, let me say thank you.”

Lamli: “Huh... You're being so honest, it kinda creeps me out…”

Nac: “Ugh... I was expressing gratitude, why is that how you interpreted it...!”

Lucas: “Now, now, you two…”

Muu: “Hmm… In the end, it turned into a fight, huh…?”

> “Yeah, seems like it”

Prev | All | Next

#aknk #honeymoon knight

24 notes · View notes

sirowsky-stories · 6 months

Text

Collision

Part 8

Description: Making their way through the woods turns out to be the easier part of their escape, as the group soon learns that even The Big Apple isn't safe.

Warnings: Pero Tovar x OFC, no reader insert, Pero's pov, conspiracy, cursing, angst, mentions of graphic violence, friends to lovers, hurt/comfort, secret identity, AU fic, smut. Rating: Mature/Explicit 18+ONLY Word Count: 8074 Series Masterlist

Author's Note: It's been over a month since I last updated this, but you're getting a huge chapter instead. And the first smut of this series, which might sadly also be the last, since I might be heading towards an ending for this story. I don't know for sure, but I have an idea of where this might go, and sadly, it's not a lengthy plot. We'll see. Thank you for your unfailing patience :´)

-=¤=-=¤=-=¤=-=¤=-=¤=-=¤=-

They move slowly, since being quiet is more important than being fast right now. They must assume that their enemies are equipped with some form of vision enhancement, either in the infrared or thermal spectrums, which would mean that their only hope of slipping past them, is if they can hear them coming. Thankfully, the hunters have no reason to believe that their prey have left the safety of the house, and likely aren’t expecting to find them out here.

Niki does okay with the effort of moving, but her damaged lung makes her breathing harder than the others, and therefor noisier, so Pero uses her as a gauge for when they need to take a break or when he unintentionally speeds up too much. But it works. They make progress, slow and steady. It takes almost two hours before they run into trouble.

He feels it somehow, several seconds before the guy even registers to his other senses, and instinctively stops behind a large trunk of a fallen tree, crouching down and signaling to the others to do the same. Their eyes have adjusted to the dark well enough that they can see it when he raises a cautionary hand and then ducks.

The guy is approaching fast, so they can hear him long before he comes into view. And just like Pero predicted, they’re wearing night vision goggles of some sort, enabling them to run at full speeds in the dark, should they need to, but also leaving them careless of the noises they’re making. Although, it also tells him that they’re not expecting to run into anyone out here. For the time being, staying hidden is more important than fighting back, so the soldier is allowed to pass without being attacked.

It’s a tense wait, though, because they can’t know if he sees their body heat or just has an enhanced view of the pitch-black woods. So, when he jumps over the downed log and then carries on without spotting them where they crouch in some underbrush, they all breathe a sigh of relief. But it’s a brief one, because the soldier’s presence also indicates that there’s likely more of them nearby. The fact that he’s alone means that he’s probably a scout, checking things out in preparation for the teams that follow.

They wait until he’s out of earshot before they get up and carry on, moving even more carefully now. Still, it only takes fifteen minutes before the next troubling sound reaches Pero’s ears, this time in what seems to be more than one person coming towards them in the dark. And of course, it happens where there’s virtually nothing to hide behind.

He stops the group and listens intently, trying to work out exactly where the soldiers are. They’re practically out in the open, crossing a large flat area where the trees aren’t so tightly positioned and there are no shrubs or bushes to use for cover. He doesn’t have time to deliberate, so only moments after they’ve stopped, Tovar signals for everyone to lay down flat on the ground, and without even checking that they follow his instructions, he darts off to the left.

Finding an older tree with a thicker stem to hide behind, he stops and waits for the soldiers to approach the group, counting on their surprise at finding their quarry all the way out here, to give him the slight advantage he needs to deal with them both. The second they spot the three unexpected shapes on the ground, the two men close ranks and angle their weapons up, aiming at the group. But before they’ve even had a chance to start barking orders at the helpless trio, Pero has already circled around them, coming at them from behind.

He snaps the neck of the guy on the right, and then stabs what’s apparently a woman to his left, under her arm where the Kevlar vest can’t protect her, severing a major artery. An enemy is an enemy regardless of gender, and he’s never much cared which kind he might have to harm in order to protect himself or others. But tonight, it all seems so pointless.

These soldiers probably don’t even know who Niki is or why they’ve been ordered to capture or eliminate her. And while he doesn’t feel bad about killing them, since he’s of the mind that people are generally awful anyway, he does wonder if these people truly deserve to die for a cause that isn’t their own. Pero has never intentionally harmed anyone that he didn’t personally target because of their lack of humanity or compassion, but he doesn’t know who these soldiers are underneath their armor.

These two could’ve been best friends. They could’ve been good people. Or horrible people. It’s the fact that he doesn’t know either way that bothers him. Not nearly enough to stop him, though. Because in the end, it’s the three people he protects that he does know, and what he knows is that they’ve all earned his protection. Not by being perfect, but simply by being kind when they could’ve been selfish.

Once both enemies have fallen, he drops to one knee and freezes, motioning for the others to stay still and quiet while he waits for the sounds of death to fade, making sure that no one else seems to have noticed the brief commotion, before he beckons for the group to get up and follow again. But Niki’s struggling now.

Her body has barely even begun its rehabilitation, she’s only just started walking around and now she’s suddenly not just trekking through the wilderness, but performing quick movements that require a lot of tension and agility. Most people don’t even realize how many muscles have to be active, nor how hard they have to work, just to enable a person to drop to their knee and then stand up again. It’s only when one is hurt and those muscles can’t perform their function without pain, that one becomes aware of just how much effort it takes.

Add serious damage to several internal organs on top of that, and it’s a miracle that she’s even managed this first hour without collapsing. As she tries to stand, her strength falters and she drops to her hands and knees in the wet moss. Gillian is right behind her, and she reacts right away, moving up alongside Niki to check how affected she really is.

With the silent sign for death, a few fingers cutting her own throat, the nurse signals to Pero that her patient might die if she’s forced to keep going like this. Thankfully, they’re less than half an hour from the car if nothing more happens to slow them down, so he crouches with his back to Nikita and signals for her to climb on, trying not to panic at the realization that it takes longer than it should for her to move even that little.

He hates how thin she feels, even through her layers of clothing, as she hitches her legs over his hips and her arms around his shoulders, but there isn’t time to worry about that now. Even if the dead soldiers won’t be able to set off any alarms by themselves, they’ll soon be discovered anyway. Because these kinds of teams doing these kinds of jobs keep in regular contact with each other, and when those two inevitably fail to check in, someone’s gonna go looking for them.

So, with the most wanted woman in the world on his back, he sets a new pace, almost running through the woods now. It doesn’t take long before his arms begin to ache with the effort of helping her keep her legs around him, but he ignores it. He’ll keep holding on to her until his arms are torn from their sockets, if that’s what it’ll take to get her to safety.

Mercifully, they reach the hidden vehicle without any more incidents, and he sets his human backpack down before he starts to unveil it, since the others can’t even see it underneath the specialized tarp, specifically designed to obscure large structures in these types of woods. Contrary to what most people would expect out here, it isn’t an all-terrain vehicle or SUV that’s waiting for them, but rather a BMW sedan of a sportier model, but which also boasts outstanding suspension and off-road capabilities for the more adventurous driver.

It’s one of those cars that you have to know what’s underneath of to understand the hefty price-tag, since the outside looks like literally any other car, and that’s precisely why Pero chose it. Because it won’t stick out on a country road, a fast highway, or in a city like New York. It’s a chameleon, but it’s also a car with a lot of engine, so should it become necessary to evade a pursuing party, it’s got the power to get the job done.

Quietly, they all get in and buckle up, the women taking the backseat so that Gillian can tend to Niki as well as possible under these circumstances, and then he starts the engine. It’s a hybrid, capable of running for up to an hour on battery-power alone, then automatically recharges itself with the petrol engine, so there’s no sound beyond what the wheels produce as he starts rolling along the dirt road.

It isn’t until they leave the dirt road and come onto the main highway that anyone speaks, even though they’ve technically been able to whisper to each other ever since they got in the car.

“Fuck me, that was tense…” Will breathes, pinching the bridge of his nose before nervously running a hand over his forehead.

“You did good, all of you,” Pero compliments, because he really hadn’t thought that they’d get through the woods as easily as they did.

“How’s Nikita doing?” Garin asks then, turning in his seat so that he can see the women in the back.

“She’s exhausted,” Gillian answers. “She passed out shortly after we got going.”

“We’ll stop somewhere out of sight to try and get some fluids and nutrition into her, but not yet. I wanna be absolutely sure that we’re not being followed,” Tovar replies, glancing in the rearview mirror so that he can see if the nurse seems to object.

It doesn’t look like she does, but she looks worried. Which is understandable for a number of reasons, but perhaps mostly because she’s getting ready to leave them to their fates and try and restore her own life as best she can. She’s taking a huge risk. There’s every chance that their enemies know about her involvement and may try to use her to find out what they’re planning, in which case, she could end up tortured to death in the pursuit of information.

But this is the choice she’s made, and she has certainly earned the right to make her own decisions, even though they could end up damaging the entire group. Somehow though, Pero doubts that the stoic young nurse would divulge anything to anyone that tried to force her. There’s a quiet strength to her, and while her experiences at the safe house have tested her limits and brought her to a breaking point, she has still demonstrated a tremendous resolve and loyalty, even to complete strangers.

No. She won’t give up just because some asshole might try and make her. And when the inevitable goodbye finally comes, she departs from the group with equal parts sorrow and relief, hugging Niki for a good minute while offering well-wishes and good fortunes, adding the promise that should someone come for her, she will take responsibility for her own actions and not let any blame fall upon the group. They all believe her.

-=¤=-

The apartment is nice and the view leaves little to be desired. If not for the constant threat of capture and death, they might’ve enjoyed their stay in The Big Apple a bit more. As it is, no matter where they are, the threat remains the same, so their lives continue to be on hold while they search for a way to set themselves free. Pero is the only one who leaves their new accommodations for any lengths of time, and only when he must.

He’s doing what he can to stay up to date with their enemies’ movements, and to that end, his network of spies has proven invaluable, since Will is having trouble keeping his activities online hidden. It’s only been nine days and Garin has repeatedly stated that to do what he needs to do in a safe way, he first needs to establish unbreakable encryptions and massive firewalls to his systems, and that that takes time.

So, they find themselves at an impasse. Unable to act for lack of information, and slowly going insane due to isolation and imprisonment. In that regard, Pero and Will are doing much better than Niki, since the former does get to leave the apartment now and then, and the latter mostly doesn’t want to, being the hermit that he is.

But the unfortunate Miss Morse is used to working around a huge warehouse, both indoors and out, regardless of weather. She’s used to working with her body and having the satisfying physical fatigue at the end of each day, to help lull her to sleep. And now that her body is beginning to regain its former strength, the lack of activity is leaving her more than just restless. It’s begun to eat away at her mind as well.

The curtains are always drawn shut over the windows, as an added precaution, and she spends hours every day standing by the door to the balcony, peering out over the city through the tiny gap between the two lengths of fabric which obscure her view. Each day, her desire to simply step through that door and just stand outside where there aren’t any walls around her, grows stronger. And today, she seems especially hounded by her own detrimental circumstances.

“Careful, sweetheart,” Pero gently admonishes when she tugs on the edge of the curtain, not enough to open it further, but clearly wanting to.

She doesn’t respond verbally, but when she lets go of the fabric, she brings her arms up to cross them over her waist and demonstratively steps away from the window. As if she can only barely keep from screaming at him, using motion to try and quell the negative impulse.

“It’s not worth it,” he reminds her, knowing that she remembers the lives that have been lost in the name of protecting her, and that any unnecessary risk on her part would be the same as saying that those deaths were meaningless.

“I know that, Torkie. I’m not gonna jeopardize anything, but this incessant inactivity is making my skin crawl.”

“It’s the same for all of us, Niki,” he reminds her, and she sighs and takes a completely unnecessary walk around the living room while she responds.

“Sure, but where the two of you would lay around in a couch or work on your extracurricular activities in the evenings, I’m used to walking in the woods, or at least among streets lined with trees and bushes and wonderful gardens in people’s yards. I’ve never lived in a concrete jungle specifically because I need the living greenery of the world in my everyday life. I get more than enough of steel, iron and concrete at work. At least the safehouse had a wood interior and was huddled by the most amazing forest I’ve ever seen. But this… this just feels like one giant prison,” she elaborates, and he does understand.

He knows that she’s lived in the quiet and small suburban area just outside of their hometown for as long as she’s worked at OffSup, and he’s been to her house several times. Her own yard is big enough to house a badminton tournament and the neighbors are far enough away that she doesn’t need to worry about them spying through her windows. It’s a beautiful area, populated only with people who love nature and have no trouble sacrificing a few modern comforts to be closer to the wilderness.

“Well, with any luck, I’ll have our security in place by tomorrow, so keep your chin up,” William encourages. “Once I’m certain that it’s safe, I’ll be able to see anyone who tries to access the surveillance and traffic cameras around the building remotely, and as long as no one does, I think we can be fairly certain that we’re safe to go to the corner store at least.”

She smiles at that, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. Her heart is heavy with more than just isolation, there’s grief and despair and so much guilt within her as well, none of which she can shed simply by wanting to. The two unfortunate nurses who had died at the hospital garage that first morning weighs on her conscience most of all, even though she’d only just been put back together and was still unconscious at the time.

It pains her because their sacrifice had been involuntary. They’d died simply because they hadn’t questioned Gillian when she’d ordered them to help. Because they’d been good and kind enough to accept her word that the unorthodox transfer had needed to take place. And for that, they’d been gunned down in a parking garage while fleeing for their lives. Gillian had at least been given every chance to leave and had chosen to stay for as long as she had.

Pero can see all of this in Niki’s eyes and body language. How she carries the dead, lets them drag her down like ankers to a ship, like thousands of pounds of metal, threatening to drown her the moment she stops fighting. Which is why she isn’t really fighting for herself anymore. She wants to live, that much is clear, but the need to avenge the innocent, which might include her own baby, has taken over from her need to save herself.

So, that evening, when dinner’s been cleaned away and she steps into the shower which their bedroom is connected to, he follows her. Not into the bath, but into the room, where he changes the sheets of the bed, lights a few candles and then undresses and sits down on the edge of the bed to wait for her. Whether she knows it or not, she needs to feel something good. She needs the mental and physical benefits of sexual satisfaction, and he intends to give it to her. If she’ll let him.

They haven’t been together since before the car-crash, but they’ve since become closer in every other way, so there’s no reason to think that she wouldn’t want to be with him again. Still, as he sits there and waits, he’s nervous. It’s always been purely physical for them both. There’s never been so much at risk as there is now. So, even if she doesn’t reject this offer of closeness, things have and will continue to change with every shared moment between them.

She emerges from the steamy heat of the bathroom wearing only a towel around her body, and then stops when she sees him sitting there without a thread on him. Her eyes scan the room, seeing the candles and the fresh sheets, and her features soften as she realizes what he’s offering. Smiling softly, but with a hint of worry in her frame, she steps closer and lets the towel fall to the floor.

He’s seen her new scars before, but never like this. Never with the intent of touching them romantically, exploring and caressing them, and she clearly wonders what he’ll think and feel about her body now that it’s so different. Eager to let her know that what he sees doesn’t repel him, or even diminish her appeal to him, he pulls her close, until she’s standing in between his knees and he can kiss the imperfections on her abdomen, before moving down to where his child is hopefully growing.

“Why don’t you have any medical records?” he asks quietly, as he suddenly recalls his conversation with Dr. Jackson, while he was waiting for her to come out of surgery. “You told me about your earlier scars, the collarbone and the riding accident, but the hospital couldn’t find any records on you.”

“They wouldn’t… because those were lies,” she admits, and she looks ashamed now.

Their entire relationship was constructed upon the foundation of mutual honesty, which she has just confessed to be false, and she expects him to react to that. To be upset. And she’s trying to prepare herself to accept whatever that reaction might be.

“Those injuries happened when I was working on the project, and they weren’t accidents.”

“They were punishments,” he guesses, and she nods.

“Not even for disobedience. A guard twisted my shoulder so violently that it snapped my collarbone in half, just to demonstrate how powerless we were to save ourself, should we get the idea to steal information or try to destroy any progress we made. And this…” she gestures to the scar on her arm, from when it had been broken, “…this was my punishment for talking to another technician about something other than the work which I’d been assigned.”

She looks so defeated as she talks about this, and he doesn’t like to see that. Lies or no lies, she hasn’t tried to deceive him, only protect herself.

“I’m not angry with you, Niki. I understand that you had to keep that to yourself. Just like I never told you about Mr. Hood,” he reminds her, and she does look more comfortable then.

“I would’ve understood if you had. I wouldn’t have found you less attractive for knowing that you can’t abide cruelty or falseness in people.”

“Thank you. But that’s also easier to say in retrospect.”

“Yeah… that’s probably true. Still, our relationship was never meant to be that involving. We deliberately withheld things from each other to try and maintain that safe distance between us. To not get to know each other well enough that we risked falling in love,” she reminds him, and he feels like that must’ve been another life in another dimension, because he couldn’t keep her out of his heart now, no matter how hard he might try.

“Mm. Look where that got us…” he observes, and she shrugs.

“Again: hindsight makes everything clearer. It doesn’t mean we were wrong to make the choices that we did at the time.”

“Maybe not, but now that I’ve let myself go there, loving you with all my heart, those years spent behind walls suddenly seem so useless and cowardly.”

“You are many things, Pero, but not a coward. There are few people in this world who live as honestly as you do, and believe me, that takes courage.”

“I shouldn’t have thrown you out that night. If I hadn’t been so selfish-…”

“Don’t do that to yourself, honey,” she cuts him off, putting her hands on his cheeks to keep him from looking away. “They would’ve found a way to get to me anyway. I know that because I went to see you on a whim that night, after the pregnancy test had come back positive. It wasn’t planned, I never mentioned it to anyone or even voiced my need to see you out loud, I just grabbed my purse and ran out, terrified that if I hesitated, I’d lose my nerve and decide not to talk to you about it at all. So, they couldn’t have known that I’d be on that road on that particular evening at that specific time, unless they were already tracking my car.”

He hears her, and he knows that she’s probably right, but he also knows that he hurt her that night. Badly.

“I remember that look in your eyes… how completely I lost your trust in that moment. How scared and alone you felt. And I had no intention of helping you. I opened a bottle of whiskey and drank myself to sleep instead,” he admits, feeling almost sick to his stomach with the memory. “But getting that call… hearing that you’d been hit and that you were in critical condition… I’ve never felt that kind of bone-chilling terror in my life.”

“I know. I could see that in your eyes when I first woke up, and it confused me more than not recognizing my surroundings did, because I’d never seen you afraid or even worried about anything before that moment.”

“Because I hadn’t been, not for years at that point, since I hadn’t had anything to lose for over a decade. Then suddenly my entire world seemed to be falling apart, and I couldn’t even understand that it was because I already loved you. But I do now. I understand so much more now.”

He doesn’t tell her where his mind goes, following that thought. He doesn’t tell her about the threats he’s made and the horrific acts of violence that he has and will continue to commit, to ensure her safety. That when he says that he will stop at nothing to protect her, he really does mean it. With any luck, she won’t have to see him at his darkest before this comes to an end.

Instead, he pulls her closer still, until she has to straddle him on the edge of the bed, at which point, he nuzzles his face into her breasts and hugs her body to his, letting the warmth of her skin chase away the darkness of his thoughts. She wraps her arms around his head and shoulders, then pushes him back until he lays down flat. He lets his hands caress their way down her sides, until he reaches the swell of her ass, and pulls her down onto his hips.

He doesn’t need to say that she still looks perfect to his eyes. The fact that his hands flow as comfortably over her scarred surface as they do over her soft tits or strong thighs, is all she needs to know that he doesn’t see flaws, but history. A life that’s been lived and the consequences of that life, for better or worse. He wants to tell her how he longs to see the stretchmarks that their baby might cause. How much he wishes for that to be all she has to worry about.

But he says nothing, because hopes are so unbearably fragile, and so easily crumbled. Instead, he follows her lead. Lets her work herself on his hardening cock while his hands speak for him, praising her body, lingering on the little swelling between her hips which he hopes is more than just her normal weight coming back. And she hears him, even without the words, just as he knows that she will.

But her lung still isn’t back to form, so even the heavy breathing associated with arousal is enough to give her trouble, and she soon falls to the side, beckoning him to roll with her so that she can relax underneath him. He knows her body almost as well as he knows his own. Her injuries might be new to him, but he still knows how she’ll react to everything he does, which is why he inches himself into her slowly, so she won’t gasp at the overload of sensation.

She’s always loved that first push. The initial connection and the excitement of knowing that she’s about to be thoroughly pleasured. But tonight, he needs her to be calm. To let him convince her body that it’ll get everything it wants, even though it’ll happen slowly and softly. To let him build the crescendo in a steady stream, rather than a raging river.

And as though her body has forgotten that pleasure even exists, she responds so beautifully to his efforts that she comes for him after just a few minutes, so overwhelmed herself that she doesn’t manage to prepare for it. Her muscles and nerves are still affected by the surgical scars, the damage underneath, and the weeks of bedrest, that when her body suddenly convulses with almost violent satisfaction, it makes her limbs cramp up, trying to shield her torso.

“No… don’t stop,” she breathes through the spasms, clawing at his back to urge him to move, so he does.

And as he does, the overstimulation seems to help her. Maybe because it sends blood rushing out into her limbs to try and disperse the heat from her core, or maybe just because it overloads her nerves system until it can’t lock in place anymore, but whatever the case, she quickly becomes pleasantly boneless underneath him. He keeps going, hitting her harder now that her breathing is made easier by the increase of dopamine in her system.

Knowing that she’s satiated, that he’s managed to please her despite the obstacles that her physique still poses, fills him with a primal sort of pride which leaves him breathless as he takes in the relaxed afterglow that’s already begun to spread across her features. He keeps his movements soft and languid, helping her come down while beginning to work her again, knowing that she’s usually even easier to pleasure after her first orgasm.

Once more, she responds perfectly. Losing herself in the rapture, she seems to forget that time and space even exists, softly clinging to his body with complete trust that he’ll give her everything she wants, no matter what state she’s in. And when she comes again, less intensely but somehow even deeper, he unravels with her. He takes care to control his movements, not to hit her too hard when his body too begins spasming with the overload to his system, and she thankfully doesn’t seem bothered.

Still, he rolls off her as soon as he’s in full control of his limbs again, knowing that she can’t carry the weight of him on top of her yet, and pulls the duvet over her so she won’t cool too quickly. She hasn’t worked up that much of a sweat, but the inner heat still affects her. For a long while, she just lays there, breathing through the aftermath of her climaxes, and he lays right beside her, watching her without even blinking.

He knows every line and burgeoning wrinkle, every facial muscle and how she uses them. Which faces she makes, and which expressions are her most common ones. She smiles a lot. The laugh-lines around her eyes have begun to show even though she’s only in her mid-thirties, and even though she spent almost a decade living and working under the threat of pain and death. Perhaps finding things to smile about was what had gotten her through it.

In any case, he loves those lines. He loves what they say about her personality, just like he loves that her body is normally healthily thick. Not skinny nor fat, just normal. She has meat on her bones. The way she looks now, after weeks of depleting her fat reserves in order to heal and survive, despite the stress and fear she’s been living with, appears sickly to his eyes.

He can’t wait for her to come back to the fullness he’s used to feeling underneath her skin, whereas all he feels now is protruding ribs and hipbones. Her collarbones and jaw look unnaturally sharp, and even her fingers seem to have lost their softness. But she’s alive, and recovering well, so with time these things will sort themselves out, if he can only keep the threats away from her.

“Thank you,” she quietly says in the middle of his pondering. “I needed that.”

“I know,” is all he replies, because it’s enough for her to hear everything behind the words as well.

The affection he has for her, allowing him to recall every detail about her. Allowing him to know her like the pages of a favorite book, just like she undoubtedly knows him as well. He helps her turn to her good side and then settles in behind her, kissing her neck and caressing her belly while she slowly drifts off to sleep. But he doesn’t.

This was a much-needed reprieve, but it was only temporary. Their circumstances haven’t improved, and while he always encourages her to relax and try not to worry, he’s incapable of following that advice himself. Not until he knows that they’re safe. So, an hour later, when she’s deep within the dreamlands of her subconscious, he gets up.

He finds Will by the computer in his own room, as usual.

“How are we looking?” he asks once he reaches the man, and Garin flinches slightly.

“Fuck, man… Do you have to sneak around like that, you scared the shit outta me.”

“Not intentionally.”

“Yeah, right. Stealth is like your normal state, have you ever considered how screwed up that is?”

“It shouldn’t be a problem for anyone who has nothing to hide,” Tovar chides, but more conversationally than accusatory.

“Or people with no heart-problems…” William grumbles, which seems excessive.

“Which you don’t have.”

“Hey, post traumatic stress sufferer over here. My heart is as frail as they come, just maybe not physically.”

Pero doesn’t have a comeback for that, and even if he did, he probably wouldn’t say it, because Will’s problem is no joke. The fact that he’s even bringing it up says a lot about how far he’s come in his discomfort with the subject. He accepted the diagnosis right away, having struggled for years before he finally saw a specialist and had it confirmed, but his self-imposed isolation has made it difficult for him to talk about or even admit that he has mental problems around others.

“Sorry,” he offers, and Garin shoots him a grateful nod.

“About our security, I’ve just about sealed it shut. Another few lines of code and we should be good. I’ve double and triple-checked everything, so unless I’ve missed some major flaw, even a whole team of hackers would need several weeks, if not months, to crack it.”

“Good. Because we need to start going on the offensive. I need a face to the threat, a new angle to push at, because right now, all my sources are coming up dry,” Pero says, to which the other man huffs a little.

“I thought you had people at the highest levels looking into this.”

“I do, but they can only do so much without being detected, and if they’re caught with their fingers in the cookie jar, I start losing assets that we can’t afford to lose. Because they’ve still got their eyes and ears open, and they’ll contact me if something new comes up. But beyond that, you’re my best hope for new leads.”

“Great, no pressure,” Garin mumbles, only half serious, but Tovar still decides to remind him of his value, because his confidence can’t begin to falter now.

“You’ve got this, Will. I wouldn’t trust you with her life if I didn’t believe that,” he reminds the vet, who looks mildly stunned by the compliment.

“I appreciate you saying that. Really.”

“Just keep working,” he replies with a reassuring pat on Will’s shoulder, before he starts to leave the room. “I need to check if anyone’s got any new intel.”

“Sure. How does that work, anyway? Do you have like, drop-boxes around the city, or something?”

“No. If one of my sources has something, they leave a specific message at a specific location, either here in the city, in certain newspaper ads, or digitally, and then I contact them to find out what they know,” Pero explains, pausing by the door.

“Ah. Old school,” the man nods approvingly.

“And safe. For them and me.”

“Right, well hopefully I’ll have this up and running by the time you get back.”

“Good.”

He leaves the apartment and follows his usual safety routine to make sure that no one knows exactly where he’s coming from or how he enters and exits the building, avoiding all the security cameras and emerging at different locations around the block, by utilizing the sub-basement levels. The first thing he did before they even moved in there, was to copy a security card that gives him access to every locked door throughout the entire high-rise, including the maintenance levels and service tunnels.

It’s around midnight when he steps out of a subway entrance on the other side of the street, and walks off down the block, intending to visit a corner store that he hasn’t been to in the last week. He randomly switches the stores he uses so that no one can work out where he’ll go on any given occasion.

Stepping inside, he locates the newspaper stand right away, but he browses the shelves for a while first, picking out random items to buy while discreetly observing all other customers to see if he recognizes any faces, before he grabs the two papers he needs on his way to the register. He pays for the few items in cash and then leaves, stepping over to an all-night café at the other side of a four-way intersection, where he orders a cup of tea and sits down to read the papers, looking for all the world like a man who just can’t sleep and is passing the time.

To keep up the appearance of being idle, he doesn’t just jump to the pages he needs to check, taking the time to peruse each page as though looking for something interesting, which does help him to stay aware of what’s going on in the city as well. But tonight, one of the headlines catches his attention for all the worst reasons.

Nurse found strangled in hospital basement

It’s the correct hospital, the story making its way into a major New York paper because of the gruesomeness of the crime, despite being halfway across the country. And the details tell him that it is indeed Gillian who’s been tortured and murdered, even though no name has been released yet. He closes the paper and rubs at his eyes, trying to keep the anger at bay.

She was a good person. She deserved so much better, and he can’t help but feel responsible, even though the decisions had been her own. But he only gives himself a few moments to grieve her, because this changes things. Even though he wants to believe that she could’ve resisted their efforts to find out where Nikita was heading, he has to assume that she was made to reveal what little she knew, which also means that he has to assume that their enemy has already reached the city.

And just as that thought has made a home for itself in his mind, the door to the café opens, and a woman walks in. A woman which he instantly knows is there to find him. There’s nothing obvious in her demeanor to suggest it, but something about her poise and how she carries himself sets off all the alarm bells within him. He remains in his seat, watching her scan the tables and the backs of the people sitting at the counter, before spotting him in the far-left corner.

Once she’s seen that his entire focus is on her, she drops any pretenses she might’ve had, and approaches his table, apparently correctly assuming that trying to hide from him in plain sight won’t work.

“Mr. Hood, I presume?” she asks once she’s reached him, taking a seat opposite him without invitation.

He doesn’t engage in conversation right away because he can learn a lot more about her by simply watching her for a few minutes. He’s already discerned that she’s military, most likely special ops, possibly with a CIA background, all from how she speaks, moves and dresses.

“Sorry to interrupt, but I think you and I have some business to work out,” she carries on, seemingly oblivious to how much she’s revealing about herself with each word spoken.

When he still doesn’t respond, she takes it upon herself to launch into a description of how she found him, which beyond being a waste of time, is also incredibly informative for him. She probably does it merely to boast, and make him realize what resources are at her disposal, but he already knows those things, so all she’s succeeding in doing, is revealing so much more detail than she thinks is possible for another person to learn in mere seconds.

“I have a minor fleet of technicians working solely on finding you, so once we learned which city that you’re in, the camera surveillance made it easy,” she says, confirming that Gillian had indeed been made to tell them what little she could, and it makes the anger within him grow both deeper and hungrier. “So, now, all that remains is locating the lovely Miss Morse, and whether you want to or not, you’re gonna help me with that, Mr. Hood.”

“No, actually, you’ve got that the wrong way around,” he says, finally joining the conversation but keeping his tone leveled and the depths of his fury well hidden.

She smiles as though his participation means that she’s already won. But she couldn’t be more wrong, and the fact that she truly has no idea who she’s dealing with, gives him tremendous confidence.

“How so?” she asks, sounding as though this was the most interesting conversation she’s had all year, and he stifles the urge to roll his eyes at her.

“You’re the one that’s helping me, simply by walking in here. I already know that you work for General Hayword and that the technicians you’re talking about are in fact employed by the NSA. You’ve been given every resource available to locate Morse, which is why, failure to do so will end your entire career, and possibly even your life.”

She doesn’t like hearing that, nor that he clearly has a much better grasp of his circumstances than she’d anticipated.

“And how exactly does that help you?” she questions, trying to control her own response by not acknowledging the information that he already has.

“Because it means that all I have to do to get you off our case is keep you chasing me, rather than her. Your own employer will do the work for me.”

“Sure,” she tries to sound aloof, but he can see through it. “But then they’d just send someone else. A new face you don’t know and therefor can’t track.”

“Which would still be to my benefit, because the more people are involved, the easier it is to extrapolate information,” he counters, and her mask breaks just a fraction, revealing a crack in her armor which she then quickly tries to close by sounding clever.

“But that would mean leaving her alone for an unspecified amount of time, and if I know Nikita, she won’t do well on her own for very long. Especially not in a large city, since that’s not at all her element.”

“You’d be surprised what people can get used to when there are evil conspiracies chasing them.”

“I’m not evil,” she says with a grin that directly contrasts her own words, and in response, he allows his own mask to completely vanish as he replies.

“Yes, you are. You might tell yourself that you’re doing this for your country and that one life is no price to pay compared to the risk of the information she possesses ending up in the wrong hands, but in fact… you’re just a murderer. Years of being commended for all the atrocities you’ve committed has left you convinced that you’re doing the right thing, when the truth is that you take on these tasks with excitement. No matter how cruel or gruesome, you never shy away. Because you enjoy the carnage. What you are, is the purest evil there is, and I will happily take my own life if that’s what it takes to keep you away from Niki. But I think I’ll start with taking your life, and then we’ll see what comes crawling out of the woodwork.”

“See now you’re contradicting yourself, Mr. Hood. You just said that if you simply wait, my own employer will do that for you,” she smugly remarks, trying to sound superior.

He leans forwards over the table slightly, fixing her with his dark eyes, which keeps her focus away from where his hands are slowly moving.

“Precisely. I said if I wait. But the fact is that I currently have twelve links to the general, none of which passes through you, so even if I give in to this unadulterated loathing that I have for you and your obvious contempt for every other living thing, I’m pretty sure that I’ll be fine.”

Leaning back again, with a flick of his wrist, almost too quick for the human eye to perceive, he sends a small blade into her brain via her nasal cavity. Not through the nostrils, though, the small throwing knife is heavy enough to penetrate bone if angled correctly, which is why almost all of it disappears into her skull, taking the bulk of her nose with it. She dies instantly, falling forwards onto the table.

To keep her head from banging against the hard wood, he catches it and sets it down, quickly but elegantly, before immediately rising and leaving the café. It’s been a while since he last killed someone like that. In full view of the public and in such a brutal way, but it doesn’t faze him. His assessment of her character was on point, he’s absolutely certain of that, and he has no qualms about murdering bad people.

No, what troubles him when he starts walking down the block in a leisurely pace, is the fact that he really can’t return to Niki now. Not until he’s certain that no one else is tracking his every step. It’s unlikely that anyone will be able to work out where he was coming from based on where he turned up on the city surveillance tonight, but he can’t risk giving them more data to go on. Not around that building at least.

He needs to make them believe that he’s trying to get to another apartment building, preferably not too far from the one they’re currently staying in, and he needs to do it without raising suspicions, either from his own party, or his enemies. So, he strolls along the streets, feigning indifference as he makes his way to one of the neighboring houses, all the while feeling increasingly distraught with the idea that he might not be able to return to Niki and Will for some time.

He wonders what they’ll think. Surely not that he’s abandoned them, they must know by now that he wouldn’t do that. But will that very fact make them think that he’s been taken or harmed? Because if so, there’s a risk that they might do something ill-advised to try and recover him. He has no other choice but to trust that they’ll be smart enough to not do anything rash, since he can’t take a chance at sending them a message right now.

Still, the thought that it could very well be days before he can see his beloved again, is quickly filling his heart with darkness and sorrow, but he can’t let that happen. He needs to be sharp, he needs to work the problem to make it go away, not sit idly by and wait for it to sort itself out. Which is why he starts to formulate a new plan.

If it works, he might be able to crush their opponents from within, or at least cause them enough trouble that leaving Niki alone becomes the preferable solution. But it’s a dangerous play, and one that means putting himself in a terrible position, which is why he hasn’t allowed himself to truly consider it before. He has to, now though, because with this new development it’s only a matter of time before they find her.

The best he can hope for, is that all three of them survive the coming week. Whether they’ll still be able to be together… Well, that was never guaranteed to begin with, although it’s unfortunately starting to seem almost impossible now.

-=¤=-=¤=-=¤=-=¤=-=¤=-=¤=-

Part 9

Thank you for reading, and if you want to keep up to date with this story, follow @sirowsky-stories and turn on notifications. Or if you don't wanna do that for some reason, just ask nicely, and I will still tag you, just for this series :)

@pedrostories @harriedandharassed

#pero tovar fanfiction #pero tovar x original female character #pero tovar x ofc #modern!pero #the great wall fanfiction #the great wall au #the great wall modern au #modern!au #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal character fanfiction #sirowsky stories

19 notes · View notes

hahahax30 · 1 year

Text

Esme Hardcastle: professional theorist and horrible scapegoat

This is my Official Essay-Post complaining about the absurdity that was the family tree. I'll be trying to explain my thoughts in a well-structured manner.

Firstly, I think we can all agree that making that goddamn family tree was one of the greatest mistakes CC's ever made, if not the greatest. It's been haunting her and us since tlh was announced and, frankly, should never have seen the light of day. However, once it did, it was a reality whose incorrectness the story had to live with and explain. And CC explained it, but in the most underwhelming, unsatisfactory way possible.

We're told that Esme Hardcastle, an ascended mundane James first meets in the shadowhunter academy, was the mastermind behind the family tree and that her mind is, actually, quite underdeveloped, hence why the family tree is full of errors. Well, that is a good way to explain certain aspects of the family tree, for example:

Why Alastair's name is misspelled as 'Alistar' -> many English names have different spellings and Esme might not have known which one to go to for Alastair; or perhaps she just made a typo because she was writing the family tree too fast

Why Sona's name is way off -> Alastair is a bitch and who knows what lies he could've told her to get her to leave him alone

Why some people (like Thomas) are supposed to die earlier than we now can expect them to -> she got angry and shortened their fictional lifespans

If the family tree had only silly mistakes like those, then Esme's existence would be nice, but nope. The family tree royally fucked up.

For once, it shouldn't contain info up until tda, since Esme surely didn't get to live until 1995 (when Emma was born), but also, she's a real character in-universe. She's supposed to know everyone in tlh, she should know that Barbara and Christopher died in 1903, she should know that Christopher certainly didn't get to marry Grace nor have children with her (even if they'd married they wouldn't have had any because they're both ace). Why, then, did she write that?

Esme is stupid, but she's not blind ffs. If CC really wanted to make her the reason behind the family tree, she should've explained further why Esme went full happy-flower-power mode and imagined a whole future for a guy who died at sixteen: is she a hardcore gracetopher shipper? A conspiratorial theorist who, in spite of seeing Christopher's body literally burn in a pyre, still thought he was alive? Both? I guess we'll never know.

This is all, for obvious reasons, frustrating.

I'm beyond overjoyed that she won't make another family tree. I wouldn't be surprised if she actually wrote a trilogy about tlh's children after twp (since her idea of it being the last shadowhunter trilogy has pretty much disappeared) and I don't want her to have to make up any other stupid reasons for why xyz info is wrong because Idiotbrain McStupid wrote it to compliment his real-person fanfiction of the next generations.

#chot #chain of thorns #anti cc #anti cassandra clare #(just to be safe I'm actually not an anti)#esme hardcastle #tlh #the last hours #christopher lightwood

57 notes · View notes

tokiro07 · 7 months

Text

Undead Unluck ep.2 thoughts

[Getting the Shaft]

(Contents: Animation, ch.2-3 comparison, OP/ED analysis)

So I found out that a number of people employed at David Productions were formally members of Shaft, and dang does it show. Fuuko practically did Shaft's signature head tilt like three times! I wonder if they weren't allowed to go all the way with it specifically because it's iconic to Shaft so they have a copyright or a trademark on it?

Admittedly, I don't think I ever considered Shaft as a possible studio for UU, and in certain respects I kind of wish I weren't seeing that future come to pass. The excessive use of negative space and the lack of background characters makes the world feel lifeless, and the occasional full-body shadows literally drain the color from the frames whereas I feel based on the volume covers and color pages is the opposite of the blinding neon vibe that I would have expected. I also worry that using the trappings of a Shaft production's visuals will result in UU looking like any other Shaft work rather than having its own visual identity, though I suppose we'll have to wait and see on that

However, this is the future we got, and all in all, those are just gripes. The combat has exactly the energy that it needs to, the comedic moments are given a lot more gravitas than they had in the manga, and once again David Pro loves to add in fun details. My favorite in this week's episode was Andy realizing what the source of the Unluck was going to be and slowly inching closer to Shen and Void so they'd be more likely to get caught up in it. I don't believe I saw the almost electric trail of blood from Andy's finger as he prepped his Parts Bullet against Void, but maybe i just missed it. If I did, let me know, I'd love to be wrong about this one

As I (and many others) predicted, episode 2 covered chapters 2 and 3, and I think it did it quite well. I'm not sure if it's because I read the manga, because it's an anime, or because the director specifically was trying to do this, but I felt like the anime made the exposition and details a lot easier to absorb than the manga did. If I had to attribute that to something, I would say that a panel can cram in multiple details and layers that the reader needs to be active to pick up on while an anime has to show everything individually and any deviation can be detected through movement. I don't know that for a fact, but it's the impression I get

The difference between Unavoidable and Shen's ability was pretty difficult for me to wrap my head around at first in the manga, but I feel like this iteration will make it a lot easier to differentiate them, hopefully. I wouldn't say that UU is obtuse in general, but I imagine a lot of it is going to be clearer going forward

We also got the opening and ending themes, both of which had great songs and animation. Both were definitely odd, though; they were kind of subdued compared to a lot of other shonen anime openings, with the OP spending about half of it on abstract fractals rather than establishing the characters or setting as one might expect and the ED being extremely somber and heavily symbolic. Even as a manga reader, both of them gave me a bit to chew on, which isn't something I usually expect from OP/EDs

I'd really like to read over the lyrics, but I don't think they're up anywhere yet, and even once I find them I imagine they won't pertain to the story and instead will just match the vibe more than expounding on the themes

Without going into spoilers, my favorite part of the ED animation is Andy waking up under the sakura tree with Fuuko after drifting along the River Styx and passing under dead trees; it's said that under every sakura is a corpse, so the idea that Andy is, in effect, burying his past and leaving his previous life behind him for a brighter future with Fuuko is extremely poignant and touching

If there's anyone worried about Andy and Fuuko's relationship based on the first two episodes, just know that that one bit right at the end of the ED is a better representation of their ongoing relationship than the first couple of episodes are. They are easily the best romantic couple in shonen manga, at least that I've ever seen, so just know you have that to look forward to

I'm particularly excited for next week's episode, cus I really like the Union member they're going to meet. I only recently came to like this character as much as I do, but they make a strong first impression at least, so I hope everyone out there enjoys them too. See ya then!

#undead unluck #fouryearsandananime #4y1a reviews

12 notes · View notes

animehouse-moe · 4 months

Text

Marriage Toxin Volume 1: A Matchmaker Made In Heaven

Yes yes I'm a little late, but I still wanted to talk about this first volume and maybe even encourage a few people try it out. Really, it's great fun and full of potential as both author and artist have a solid head on their shoulders and some pretty deft hands at work with the series. Plenty to chat about of course, otherwise why would I be here, so I'll just get into it.

The basic gist of it is a bit of an absurdist comedy wherein a master assassin specializing in poisons ends up saving his mark so they can help him get married so his grandmother can be satisfied as the clan line continues onwards.

Yeah, a very very novel concept, and that sentiment remains for the entirety of the first volume. But let's rewind a little, take a better look at the bigger picture here. Marriage Toxin is an author-artist duo, so I have some higher than average expectations for its execution. Thankfully, both ends are promising, and they give me some great ways of highlighting those proficiencies.

Gero here, our poison master and head of the similarly titled Poison Master clan, has a phenomenal character design.

Messy hair, rectangular glasses, long and loose clothing, ankle length pants. Sharp and dark fashion that betrays a disinteresting, unassuming, and even awkward and offputting air. Couple that with his overall build and his slouch/hunch and you have a very low level character that's perceived as "simple".

But, that same messy hair, that same loose and long clothing, that very same hunch can be used to weaponize Gero and turn him into a freaky terror of the night.

It's sublime work that appears ever apparent with the simple addition of a gas mask (and a side profile view). Very very smart work in creating a character whose appeal completely shifts depending on where you're looking at them from.

And just to be a little cheeky, I'll say that that sentence pertains to the work in creating his personality as well. Neurotic and high strung but ever aloof, Gero's identity as a character is equally as fluid. Flipping a single switch accomplishes a great deal with him, and vibrating between those two modes of operation is Marriage Toxin's very charm. Which is still a little bit away.

I'll just take a moment to explain the layouts and paneling for the series. It's good. Rather straightforward in terms of paneling which does weigh it down, but the layouts are really great and express a comfortable amount of range.

Though, I will say that the lack of creative paneling is a shame, purely because of some of the ideas that were cooked up for this first volume. Hopefully we'll see that degree of expression evolve as we go on.

You know, while I'm on the point of hoping for better, it's just a bit of a complaint but I'd really love to see the side characters more expressive. Considering the impressive degree exhibited by Kinosaki and Gero, the gulf between them and the rest of the characters can feel a little odd at times.

All in all, I wouldn't say anything falls short of expectations with art for this story. It's all very solid, backgrounds and environment art are comfortably common, and Kinosaki and Gero command the reader's attention during the volume. It does more than what it needs to in order to engage a reader, and it deserves praise for that.

Of course, engaging the reader isn't a one sided visual affair, the writing needs to be up to snuff, and it definitely is. It's hard to explain without spoilers, but I'll do my best.

I think the easiest way to describe it is practical, and not in a bad way. It lines up countless one two punches of foreshadowing/leadup and delivers swiftly with its relation or reveal. Here's just one example.

Some might argue a little heavy handed, but considering the goal of this series, I don't have any issues with a more straightforward approach to a well written narrative.

And it's not like it's a one off either, the author has very clear intentions and ideas they want to realize with this series, and if you're paying attention you'll understand very quickly.

That aside, let me talk in broad strokes here with narrative work.

Marriage Toxin as an action comedy is really enjoyable. The action is very prevalent and reads easily as it aims for impact over experience with its feeling, and the humor is perfectly exaggerated and telegraphed, effortlessly filling page after page.

I am worried about it turn too action heavy and forgetting its roots (just because the action is that good), but I'm not super worried.

Keeping the ball rolling with action though, an assassin power system? Very unique, and they've chosen all the right ideas for expressing it as a fluid and free scale where they're not likely to encounter too many issues. And I mean that in terms of power balances, but also in regards to how many bad guys they can cook up for this series.

And lastly, LGBTQ+ representation, and not in a "look at me!" way. It feels as natural to the characters as it does for them to breath. It's really great stuff to see in a prominent and popular Shounen Jump title. Hoping they'll give us more details and interactions in that vein, but I think even with what we have in this first volume I'm very happy to see the representation.

At the end of it all, there's a lot of praises to be sung for this first time pair of mangaka. Marriage Toxin is impressive, in every sense of the word. It's not knock your socks off incredible, or once in a generation outstanding, but it's certainly a cut above a lot of other new series in similar veins.

So would I say it's for everyone? Definitely not, no. Humor is touch and go, so it's best to give it a shot before you commit if you're not into the more loud and fast style. Thankfully, Manga Plus has all chapters of the manga available digitally for you to check out, so I really recommend that people at the minimum give it a shot!

#marriage toxin #marriagetoxin #マリッジトキシン #anime and manga #manga #manga reccs #manga recommendation #manga review

10 notes · View notes

elliotemerson · 2 years

Text

1. Fever | Eddie Munson x Reader

Authors note: Hi, this is my first public fanfic ever, based off my POV series that did quite well on TikTok! Every video will be a different chapter and a different post (still gotta figure out how Tumblr works so advice is always welcome). I don't often write full on stories, so please bear with me :)

Tags: No usage of y/n, neutral pronouns (except for in this first video, the rest is also neutral), fluff.

Word count: 1324

Hope you like it!

_________________________________________

You've been wanting to play D&D for ages. You got several sheets laying around your room of potential characters with the craziest backstories. But the people around you never really wanted to start a campaign with you. It just wasn't for them. Which is fine, but still. The newspapers having several articles headlining "Board Game Downfall of Youth", and not to forget the best (or worst) one "Dungeons & Dragons to Drugs & Death" didn't really help finding yourself a willing bunch of friends. Well, that until some scrawny kid approached you after class today.

"Hey! Are you the one from Mrs. Campbell's history class?"

You quickly glance behind you to make sure he's not talking to someone else.

"Yeah, well, maybe? I take that class just like-, 60 others?" you respond with a soft scoff.

"Right. Ehm. Are you in a class with a guy with long, curly hair, basically a bird's nest. About- I don't know how tall he is. He's pretty metal? And like, way too old?-"

"mIKE, he's is gonna mur-der you fo-."

With the speed of freaking lightning the kid reaches to his backpacks sidepocket that not so subtly contained a walky-talky, hits it a bunch of times until the little red light goes out and restores his original casual position, a bit more awkward. You raise an eyebrow.

"So, yeah, like I said-"

"You mean Eddie Munson," you interrupt him.

"Yes. Okay, great, you know Eddie. That's great! He was wondering-, or well WE were wondering if you would like to join our campaign?"

A little silence falls.

"Yeah ehm... You gotta narrow it down for me here," you respond, somewhat getting uncomfortable. This whole interaction felt off, as if the kid was being dared to do this.

"Sorry, our D&D campaign. Dungeons and Dragons? It's basically a boardgame where you can play just anyone-"

When he starts explaining, your whole mood changes and your face just brightens up. You're being INVITED into a party. You don't even have to ask!

"-and you also get a t-shirt, although they might be a bit expensive depending on your allowance but-"

"I'm in!"

The kid stops his rambling and looks at you with raised eyebrows. He definitely didn't expect you to agree this fast.

"Oh! Well-... in that case, ehm, welcome to Hellfire!" he says almost impressed by his own convincing skills.

"We're discussing the time during break at 1:30pm, so yeah, if you wanna join we'll keep room at the table if you want?"

"Hell yes, sounds good to me!"

Your face was glowing and you couldn't stop smiling. You've never played it before, but God you can't freaking wait. You can FINALLY use your characters.

"I'm Mike by the way."

"Yeah, I kinda caught that."

"Cool, cool, cool. Eh, see you during break!"

_______________________________________

Mike and Dustin had this amazing idea to tell Eddie during break that the person he clearly had a crush on was gonna join his party. At least, that's what Mike and Dustin assumed it was. 'Crush' meaning 'talking about what D&D class and race you would play in so much detail that he's definitely thought of it before'.

Eddie, however, did not appreciate it.

"We thought you liked them! That's why whe invited them!"

"That's the problem," Eddie snaps back.

Eddie had stood up, like he often does when he's about to put on half a theatre performance. He says he can express himself better when he's standing.

"Oh."

"Can your brain comprehend?" He nearly hisses.

Judging by the looks of Mike, Dustin and the rest of the gang, their brains clearly couldn't.

"If they're gonna join the club, they're gonna watch me DM. And DM'ing is a skill, it's not easy."

He was doing a little trip around the table, his way of pacing.

"ME? I'm going to em-bar-rass myself to death. If you think D&D is just a silly litt-"

"Hey hey!"

You put your lunch tray down on the table next to Dustin's and give him a smile before you look up to what Eddie was doing. Eddie instantly stops his words and just looks at you joining the table.

"Hey," he responds, just before he wanders back to his seat at the table.

It's odd how fast Eddie can switch his tone. Maybe it's a dungeon master thing, because suddenly there was a soft smile on his face. Even Dustin squints his eyes on the sudden change. Mike however, looks entertained. The sudden silence at the table felt off.

"Wait, I'm sorry, was this seat already taken?"

With that the entire table turns into a mishmash of sounds going "no, no!" and "please do!" and "nah, you're good".

The rest of the break mainly consists of you introducing yourself to the others and all of you deciding when to play D&D, which is the day after tomorrow, 7:30PM. The break's nearly over and the whole table stands up to put their trays away. The kids sprint ahead trying to get in class on time, but you and Eddie stay behind taking your time.

"Thanks for having me, by the way, hope it's okay. I've had some characters in mind for aaaages."

"Oh it's cool, we were looking for an extra anyways," he says and gives you a side smile. "Can I?"

He takes your tray and stacks it on top of his. You give him a little smile as thanks. He puts it on the pile and the two of you walk into the hallway.

"I do have to roll for stats still. You don't coincidentally have dice on you, do you?" you ask with a tease.

"Oh this box, holds a looot of things, but dice ain't one of them," Eddie says walking a bit ahead of you, repeatedly looking back at you, his smile getting cuter by the minute. "Dungeon Masters are in fact not chained to their dice, contradicting recent alligations. I know, it's mental."

You give a little laugh while he turns around to look at you and begins walking backwards, a cute smile on his face from making you laugh.

"But if you want, we could meet outside of class tomorrow?" he continues. "Liiiike 3 o'clock? Build the character a bit, rolling your stats-"

"Tell my character's backstory."

"Tell your characters backstory, of course, the best part, can't forget about that."

"Also, gotta calculate my AC."

"Armour class. Someone knows their stuff. What class are you gonna play?"

"Hmm, I'm not telling you yet."

"Sorcerer?"

"I'm not telling you."

"A Bard?"

You stop walking, cross your arms and give him a look. Eddie stops as well when he notices and gives you a teasing smirk.

"It's a bard, isn't it?"

"Tomorrow, then I'll tell you," you say, not being able to surpress a smile either. You reach for the doorhandle on your left.

"Can't wait," he says softly, leaning against the lockers across of you.

You give him one last smile before you open the door and disappear into the classroom. Eddie remains to lean against the lockers for a bit, fidgeting with his rings. His mind was running wild right now, positively. Maybe, maybe after all it wasn't too bad of an idea of Mike to invite you into the party. Actually he was filled with excitement over you joining the next session. Yet something inside of him was nervous. Which was a feeling he did not often feel regarding D&D. Nervous isn't something that goes hand in hand with Eddie "the Freak" Munson.

Except for when he's heads over heels.

End of part 1 of 9.

#eddie munson #eddie x reader #eddie stranger things #stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie fluff #fluff #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #dungeons and dragons #d&d #dnd #Spotify

205 notes · View notes

archivalofsins · 6 months

Note

For the ask game— 1, 2 and 18 for Yuno. 2, 11, and 14 for Muu. 2, 5 and 20 for Amane. I’m not sure if the 2s are repetitive, but I’m especially interested in your thoughts on that question in general. Also I’m sorry if I gave you too much since I’m never sure what the proper amount is for these types of things. Feel free to cut a character or a few questions out.

milgram character ask game ! send the character + the questions

Thanks for the ask! It's not too much, I'm happy to see that you're interested in my thoughts on this!

Kashiki, Yuno/ Yuno Kashiki

1. favorite song lyrics? 2. favorite mv moment/frame? 18. which non-deco vocaloid songs do you think suit them?

Favorite song lyric from each mv and cover song in order-

Umbilical

"Why are you here? You annoy me a little."

The tone used here along with the visuals paint a really nice picture. Also, Yuno just sounds so pouty when annoyed.

"Is it a day off tomorrow? But anyway, let’s be together till the morning."

I really like how she goes from,

"Wait do I have time off tomorrow to well that doesn't matter for now we're together and we'll stay together until morning."

It really shows off that understated feeling of infatuation throughout the song.

"Am I a bad girl? Please don’t answer."

I like this line because it's not only addressing the audience but the people she knew before Milgram. Illustrating that she doesn't want someone to view her as bad for the things she chose to do. Yet also highlighting how she doesn't want an answer from the audience or this other person at all. She just wants her actions and feelings recognized but she doesn't want a good or bad label attached to them and I think that's neat.

"I messed up. I found out."

This line is done really well in the mv and the light airy laughter as it's sung is reminiscent to the scenes where we see Yuno blowing up the balloons.

Sticky Bug

"Say that you love me, say that you love me since there's nothing else I need."

"Say that you love me, so it won't ever be forgotten."

"From now on keep thinking of me fondly, ok?"

"Hey, I love you! I really love you! I super-duper love you! I love you so much I don't even know anymore! Ah, that's just the tip of the iceberg. So, please let me keep filling you with this love."

"Say that you love me. Saying that I don't need anything else isn't being honest. Say that you love me for if I'm lucky, then at any rate, I really want every single part of you."

I really just love the tone used when all of these lines are sung. This cover really shows off how full of love Yuno is for those she likes even if she gets cold sometimes. I really love the contrast between it and Umbilical.

Tear Drop

"Happy or sad? Why decide?"

I really love this line. It's so blase but speaks volumes about Yuno's mindset. Putting her dislike of labels on full display. As she questions again why is it so important for others to tell her how they feel about her actions, the choices she made.

Instead this time she's not telling the audience not to answer like she did in Umbilical she's reprimanding people for deciding things about her life and circumstances without even knowing her opinion on it. Following up on her statements about the audience creating a sob story for her within her voice drama. The audience deciding that her life must have been sad that she must not know what love really is yet, etc.

It's a really good line.

"If you want “me”, come marco, I’ll polo."

I like this line because it highlights how Yuno doesn't like people chasing an idea of her. How people create this idealized version of her in their heads and project it on her expecting her to take responsibility for the misconceptions they formed. But- Yuno has no intention of taking responsibility for what other people assumed about her or giving into their assumptions.

She only smiles when she wants to smile and frowns when she wants to frown. It doesn't matter how people perceive that or want her to respond to their kindness. To me this was her blatantly saying keep chasing this idea of me and I'll keep moving further away. Just like in a game of marco polo. The audience is shouting out all these ideas of who they believe her to be who they want her to be and she's moving further and further away regardless of which way it goes.

"Let’s just do it, please smile?"

I like this one because it can be taken as Yuno talking to herself. It also follows up on her first line in her second interrogation when she asks to hurry up and have the song extracted or whatever. In a way i interpreted this as Yuno going like she does in the portal timeline interaction with Amane,

Let's just shut up and be happy because things are going welll aren't they I still have more freedom than the others and I'm not being mentally degraded they're being nice trying to be empathetic. So I should be able to smile about this but it still feels bad just like before. I should just smile and get this over with just pretend to be grateful but I'm not- I'm annoyed and over this.

Vampire

"Going back and forth between the best and the worst the fruit of anxiety becoming sweet."

Really highlights Yuno's disdain for swinging between extremes of any kind. Displayed by her complaints regarding how the news sensationalizes things in her first voice drama.

"Even if I act tough, I can't go against my feelings."

Highlights that despite Yuno's cold and cool exterior that she's still a person who acts impulsively at times and can wind up subject to her own desires. Even if she recognizes there's no point in it.

"If we can connect and check maybe I can die."

Really enjoy how Sticky Bug highlights the pleasure of infatuation and Vampire highlights the disatisfaction of finding out the person you were infatuated with can't fulfill your needs. Like maybe if we just meet I can finally die or maybe if we just discuss it I can finally let this go. The depression one feels when you want to go further but the other person either can't or doesn't want to.

"It's fine. It's sad. It's painful. Until I eat all of you- It's okay. It's fun. It feels amazing. It's so addicting that I'll drown, screaming."

Shows off Yuno's habit of getting quiet and reserved when things aren't going well. Because she can't or won't be bothered to fix other's misconceptions about her even if the assertions being made are hurting her more. She'll just do the bare minimum and hope they can read the room. Sadly, most people can't and eventually that turns out badly.

There's something so deeply animalistic about a girl being nice to those around them not because they're having a good time but because they just want the interaction to end and people not taking that hint. Like I can feel that sort of animosity in everything Yuno does. That sort of I'm definitely not enjoying myself but you're going to keep talking anyway because that's how you all are you really don't care if I'm enjoying this or not. If I say what you think is true or not. None of it matters to any of you, you all just want to hear yourselves talk.

And all her songs capture that feeling in subtle and interesting ways.

My favorite mv moment/frame for both her trial mvs are-

I like that all the background characters in Yuno's first mv have faces showing off her habbit of people watching brought up in her first trial interrogation if I'm remembering correctly and her more personable nature.

I really like this because

Fu fu is a phrase used to indicate laughter.

It literally looks like she's saying F U to the audience.

Three it displays that she was blowing up this balloon herself or actively making the situation bigger than what it was. Until it burst.

What non-deco vocaloid song do I think would suit Yuno-

At Least

Love Philosophia

A Realistic Logical Ideologist

Sincerity Nature: Drastic Measures of Ignorance (For both her and Kazui)

Kusunoki, Muu/ Mu Kusunoki

2. favorite mv moment/frame? 5. favorite voice drama line/moment? 20. what do you think their social life was like before milgram?

After Pain

I like how Mu's pupils get larger during this segment when she sees Rei. Like a cat seeing something they like very reminscent of this frame in Otome Dissection-

And this scene-

The panicked, shocked, downright anxiety ridden expression on Mu's face at this moment always gets to me it has such an impact.

It's Not My Fault

Or as I like to call it look at her trying to be cool with it. Look at her trying to convince herself what she did was actually okay and valid for two straight minutes to the point that she managed to convince everyone it was not.

She really believes it's not her fault guys this is the face of someone who fully fucking believes that.

She's super happy not in hysterics at all. Defintely not reckoning with the very tangible consequences of her actions in the middle of nowhere with barely any people around. Then immediately going this can't be happening and going actually wait what if I am the bad one here directly after this display just to go wait a second you said I'm right so I'm not right- I'm not the bad one here right? You said so all of you said so.

By that i mean anxiety presents in many ways and she and Futa both have it. If she was really confident in her choices she would not have had to hype herself up that much and self-depricate calling herself a drama queen and pitiful on the track. Like girl you don't need Milgram you need communications counseling and self-esteem therapy.

We cannot help you. God did in fact not give you everything you have the moral backbone of an eclair and the social understanding of someone who's befriended manipulators and users that never tell you you're wrong because they don't get anything out of you being right. Girl day one was bad and it's not getting any better. Someone free this girl she's in a state of perpetual torment that she's convinced herself is pleassure. Get better friends and parents.

Nobody that loves you would actually support you acting in a way so self-destructive and the fact that so many people saw you imploding and did nothing is legitimately sad. Then the one person who actually reprimanded you for your behavior you killed because you couldn't take that from them. Everything is wrong here. I'd say pack it up but spaceship shuttle hangers couldn't hold all this. Hell her song barely could.

Favorite voice drama line or moment-

Crying Bee

I like the fact that she canonically spends the first several minutes of her voice drama in tears at the idea of someone several years younger than her and much shorter bullying her. It really shows that she's a bit of an overreactor. Because honestly I think Mu could fold Es too. Like they're frail and short. If it wasn't for the barrier these prisoners would be playing catch with their body.

I also like how she responds to the idea of manual labor. It showcases just how prissy and sheltered she is. It's also really cute how quickly she stops being concerned after she sees Es talking to a rabbit. Like she just thought internally oh they're like that well I guess I don't have to worry too much.

Queen B

I really liked that she highlighted we do in fact have the choice to vote everyone innocent and we just aren't taking it. It speaks volumes because it's Yamanaka throwing the Milgram experiement in our face basically going you're doing exactly what the people in it before did whatever it took to continue the experiement with very little prompting. All he had to say is something bad will happen if we did that and the audience went oh no he's the writer a figure of authority we can't vote everyone innocent guys. Then he really went and wrote that it's such a funny thing to do.

I think Mu's social life before Milgram was rather bad. I don't think it's emotiionally healthy to be around people who only want something out of you or are afraid to disagree with you. Because it doesn't emotionally prepare people for rejection and can cause them to have very visceral reactions to it. She also has a hard time telling her friends iff their behavior is wrong because of it being too indulging even.

It's really not a healthy way to be but it does stop one from sticking out too much and can lead to them being well liked. I think during elementary school Mu may have been bullied a lot for not looking traditionally Japanese and those features became mor ecoveted as she grew up. It's common for overtly foreign looking kids to be treated differently and harrassed in Japan.

So, it was my belief that her reaction to bullying and her being a bully in general was in response to the harassment she faced prior and a way to make sure it didn't happen again. Her social interactions seem to have been incredibly warped.

Momose, Amane/ Amane Momose

I forgot 2 and 5 I'm so sorry-

2. favorite mv moment/frame? 5. favorite voice drama line/moment?

Favorite mv moment/frames-

Magic

I like these frames because she looks so genuinely happy.

Purge March

I like these shots because the source of her pain is now pasttense. Also the last one makes it look as though Amane is going mind your business.

There's also cryptid Amane-

My favorite voice drama/voiceline moments are when she points out that what's going on here is technically a crime but she won't judge us, when she says emotions and logic are two different things, and when she tells Es to get up in her second voice drama and calls them out for using we as well.

20. what do you think their social life was like before milgram?

I already answered this one~ So, I'll link it here and I'll add it here as well.

I think Amane was a rather unsocialized child. She seems to have been more used to communicating with adults than peers her own age. It's also stated that she was not allowed to amusement parks where she would have the opportunity to interact with children her own age. In Purge March we see her off on her own with a cat at an underpass used for dumping stuff.

Chances are she didn't have many friends her own age and that cat was the closest thing she had to one. We don't see much of her school life even though she's implied to be going to it. Just her walking to and back home from school. Considering she went to school bruised up like that and home with no issue it doesn't seem like most people were paying attention to her.

She also seems used to being ignored and sitting in silence reading on her own and perfectly fine with keeping it that way if in a particularly bad mood. She also only actively reaches out to other prisoners when she has a pretense to. Most of her timeline interactions with others being prompted by her need for help with studying.

Or even in the minigrams interacting with Mahiru and Yuno when she had bad bedhead. Beyond that she only discusses certain topics in depth. Such as her father who she talks about with great enthusiasm on multiple occassions. She seems to be a father's girl and used to keeping to herself. So, I imagine she only really opens up or shows her more childish side around people she trusts and have shown that it's okay to act that way around.

She's a very emotionally guarded person so she probably doesn't really let herself relax until she has reason to believe it's safe to. At least that's the impression she's given me. Once she does though she can be rather social and opinionated. She's definitely not one to back down just because someone older than her tells her she's wrong.

Like with Futa bringing up she hadn't ate her meat that one time or the birthday interaction she had with Yuno. She can be a very helpful and hopeful person for others to communicate with in Milgram because she reminds the other prisoners that they don't need to back down or bend to the circumstances they're in and I think a lot of the prisoners in Milgram appreciate that about her.

Something best illustrated through these timeline interactions,

22/04/19 (Futa’s Birthday)Futa: Ahh…… I’m not wrong…… I wasn’t doing anything wrong…… Shut up, why are you going on an on about something so minor…… It has nothing to do with you…… Aaahhh……

Amane: Oh, were you talking to yourself, Futa-san? Or maybe there’s something there you’re able to see?

Futa: ……! O-oh, it’s just you. It’s nothing. ……but well, on that note. Hey. Don’t you have anything happening too? Since being in here, just suddenly getting anxious. Feeling as though loads of people are all there condemning you, telling you you were wrong.

Amane:……I’m fine. I don’t know what you’ve done or what it is you’re worried about, but I think if there’s something you believe in, you should stay true to it. It’s not something that should waver just because other people said something. I personally don’t plan on changing my own beliefs even if I’m told I’m wrong either…… ……today is your birthday, correct? I’ll pray for God to keep you under his care

23/06/27 (Amane’s Birthday)

Amane:What is it…… Kashiki Yuno. Don’t sit so close to me. Go away.

Yuno:Sorry for barging in when you’re getting into your worldview thing. But Mahiru-san’s finally managed to get to sleep. Humour me with some small talk while I take a break. By the way, Amane. Have you ever wished you were never born? I’ve thankfully lived a pretty fun life so far, so haven’t really. But you seem to be struggling with something. So, I kinda wondered if you thought like that.

Amane:……I don’t think that. Being born into this world is the first miracle any person experiences, and is something to celebrate. Even if after birth I was put through trial after trial, the value of that will never disappear.

Yuno:Hmm. Ok. ……happy birthday, then. It’s good that you were brought into the world, I guess.

Amane constantly reminds the people she knows that they are not their circumstances. That they are in fact still themselves regardless of what anyone says about them or the choices they make and that if they still believe in and have faith in those choices, they should stick to them. So even though I don't think she communicates often when she does, I'm pretty sure it helps a lot of the people she communicates with.

So, before in within Milgram i think her social life was limited but very fulfilling regardless.

#milgram #amane momose #muu kusunoki #yuno kashiki #gunsli rambles

8 notes · View notes