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neyswxrld · 7 days

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butterflies in your chest

Wrecker x reader

summary: Finally, you and Wrecker are able to take a long planned hike, which ends with a sweet picnic and some confessions!

warnings/vibe: established relationship, kisses, first time saying "i love you"

words: ~1770

a/n: happy bad batch eve! i just found this little oneshot and thought i could share it to calm our (my) nerves! i hope you enjoy it.

p.s.: english isn't my mother tongue, sorry for mistakes! also, i feel like my brain was a little afk during all of this. sorry for that, too!

"Blanket?"

"Check."

"Sunscreen?"

"Cheeks. And on my head. And your face."

"The food?"

"Everything in here."

"Good. Ready to go?"

"Ready when you are," Wrecker grins and holds his hand out for you to take.

Smiling, you reach forward and place your hand in his, walk up to him and stand on your tip toes, to give him a small kiss on his, still slightly creamy cheek.

You feel how his grin widens under your lips and how his hand tightens around yours for a few seconds.

"Okay, let's go," you say, and together you walk out of the door.

The weather is sunny and warm, but the slight breeze allows you to cool off a bit, protecting you from overheating.

It was a perfect day for your date.

It was planned for quite some time already. While you both were dreaming of some piece and quiet time to relax, with some snacks to share and cuddling atop a blanket, waiting for the incoming nightfall, you never actually had the time or capacities to do a picnic in the woods.

But since you've finally settled down on Pabu and everything calmed down a bit, you are finally able to do just what you've dreamed of for so long.

Even though there isn't a big forest on the island, you both are fine with going down to the beach or looking for another spectacular but comfortable place to lay out your blanket.

The walk is like a hike with an open ending, and only to be finished when you find your perfect place, so Wrecker and you are walking hand in hand through the streets and into some looser, wilder terrain.

Even though Pabu has a high population, and you'll always find a small cottage with one or two residents, the island still provides incredible nature.

A small lake follows your path, left and right are some spectacular bushes and plants with the prettiest colors. Above and beneath you are some cliffs that contribute to the mountainous terrain and provide a place to live for many animals.

"Has Tech told you about those birds?" you ask Wrecker as you see one of the white-grayish animals gliding above your heads and entering a small opening on the cliff's side.

Wrecker looks down at you, some sweat sticking to his forehead, before he turns his head at where you're pointing at.

"Uh, bet he did, but I can't remember," he smiles sheepishly and scratches his neck, looking at you with his brown eyes.

"Do you want me to freshen up your memories?" you ask him, knowing that he hates being so forgetful.

"Of course," he nods and looks at you, ready for your incoming ramble.

Grinning, you start to tell him about the animal and some specialties about its beak that is strong enough to dig holes into stone walls. Wrecker listens carefully and asks some questions here and there, encouraging you to share the knowledge you had from his brother, mixed with some of your own research.

You even take a break for a few minutes and watch one of the birds that decided to start digging an entry with purposeful hits.

"Can't promise I'll keep all of that in my head, but you're always welcome to freshen up my memories," he exclaims, looking down at you happily.

"Oh, I will, no worries," you answer and smile back up at him, before starting to follow your path again.

The two of you walk for some more time, and you tell him different things about the various animals you can see or hear, encouraged by his excited looks, before you think you've finally found your place.

It was the edge of a cliff again, but there were different kinds of flowers and plants, making the floor a colored but beautiful mess. You can perfectly see the ocean from here, and you'll know the sunset is going to be amazing. The place is also secluded, a little bit higher up, so no one will come and disturb you, you're sure of that.

Wrecker puts down his bag and fishes out the blanket, shaking it a little bit before putting it onto the floor, careful to place it somewhere without many flowers, as not to destroy them.

Excited, you jump onto the fabric and pull him down with you, getting at your bags to pull out the different foods you took with you.

"I'm so hungry," he rumbles, and a second later you hear his tummy do the same.

Laughing, you place a plate in his hand and start to unwrap your stuff even faster, silently agreeing with him.

You sit close to him, comfortably kneeling next to him and almost touching his legs, which he holds in a cross-legged stance.

"The hike was tiring," you say, and Wrecker nods, holding a slice of jogan fruit up to your face.

Excited, you take a bite and reach for one of them yourself to do the same with him.

"Sweet like you," Wrecker grins, his smile so genuine and pure that you believe him without a second thought.

"But not as sweet as you," you answer, playfully.

Together, you sit and eat for a while, talking, smiling, laughing. Enjoying the view, the food and the company. The sun is shining down on the two of you, warming you up, and almost reflects the happiness you feel at the moment.

When it starts to wander closer and closer to the edge where the ocean kisses the sky, the evening lightning turns darker, golden, red.

The clouds and the sky play a game of red, blue and orange, leaving you two in awe. It isn't the first sunset you've witnessed here on Pabu, but it is by far one of the most mesmerizing ones. Especially since Wrecker is sitting next to you, adding to the beauty of the moment.

You share some sweet kisses and touches, holding each other tightly. You never wanted to go back home again, if you would be able to stay here with him.

Even as the sun swaps with the moon, the sky turns dark, and the stars start to shine bright, you keep on holding each other.

You look at him from the side, observing how his features are illuminated by the silver light. His scar, the crook of his nose, his lips that are pulled up into a small, relaxed smirk, like so often when he's with you.

You could stare at him for hours, not ever getting enough of him.

His big hands affectionately glide over your back, and he draws small patterns with the tip of his fingers. Your thumb, lying on his stomach, does the same.

Suddenly overwhelmed with a few feelings, you snuggle up a little bit more, pressing yourself closer to him.

Shortly, he turns his head over, to look at you, before tugging you right into to his side.

Your chest feels weird, but not in a bad way. It is warm, almost hot, and you feel like there are thousands of little bugs walking in your chest. It tingles, and you wonder again, how so often, if those are the butterflies everyone is talking about. But instead of having them in your belly, they are in your chest.

While you keep looking at him, you enjoy the easy silence that settled between you. You're only able to hear the sounds of the sea, some birds in the distance, and his even, deep breaths.

The atmosphere is relaxed, balanced. Just right. Like always, when you're with him.

And at this moment, where you lay next to each other, and you're getting lost in his presence, you decide that now is the time.

None of you said it before, being quite too shy or not ready yet.

But at this moment, you know you're ready. You want him to know how you feel. Even if he's not able to say it yet.

You want him to know.

You take all of your courage together, take a deep breath and say his name.

"Wrecker," you whisper into his ear, feeling how your heartbeat quickens and how your fingers start to tingle.

"Yeah?" he asks and turns his head slightly so he can look at you.

The moon illustrates his facial features, make them shine and glow in the right ankles, and underlines his beauty once more. His brown eyes shine with so much kindness and love. They're almost sparkling, and for a second, you lose yourself in them.

Your chest tightens a bit, but still not in a bad way. It feels like your heart skips a beat, and you suddenly feel warm all over your face. You're nervous, but at the same time, you realize again, just how happy you are and how much you want these three words to come out of your mouth.

You take a deep breath, try to calm your nerves a little bit and finally say those words for the first time.

"I love you," you smile and give him a light kiss on the cheek, just beneath his eye.

You know he won't react badly to your words, but you still can't look into his eyes for a second. So you decide for another kiss.

You feel how a grin spreads on his lips. Not able to control them, you feel how yours turn upwards, too.

Your hands are almost shaking because of all the tingling, but you feel how some of the tension you didn't know you were holding leaves your body.

You feel good.

"Hey, Cyare," he whispers, as soon as you separate and are able to look into his eyes again. His arms tighten around your body, and you're pressed closer to him once more. Not that you're complaining.

"What?" you ask back, paralleling his words from just a few seconds ago.

"I love you," he now fully grins, repeating your words, and presses his rough but gentle lips against your temple.

He pulls you close on top of his chest and turns onto his back at the same time, so you're laying on top of him now, able to see his face.

Grinning, he comes closer and repeats his kisses again and again, spreading them all over your face.

Giggling, you gently lay your hand on his jaw, feeling the light stubble beneath your fingertips and moving your thumb over it in a rhythmic movement.

You feel light, happy. Your smile is almost as big as your face.

"I love you," you whisper again, barely able to hear it yourself.

"I love you," Wrecker mimics.

Your lips touch.

You feel warm and comfortable. Loved.

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nonnieapple · 7 months

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⛈☂ Strings☂⛈

• (Marshall Lee x reader) • r a t i n g: t e e n & u p • 2 4 2 5 w o r d s • p o s t e d 24.09.2023 🌧 navigation ☔️ SEQUEL • s u m m a r y: marshall likes snooping around, and you like peace and quiet.

The rain fell on the grasslands of Aaa and surrounding areas. The animals in the forests hid under trees, candy citizens ran into bars, and Marshall Lee floated high off the ground.

He floated to the empty Tree House. The willow branches dripped with cold water and glistened like rhinestones. He tapped on the glass. No one answered. Adjusting his jacket and turning invisible, he let himself in, prying the glass up with his claws. It opened with a slight screech. He flew in, shaking the raindrops off his leather jacket.

The water dropped to the wooden ground. He looked up and flinched, turning visible as he was met with a figure on the couch in the kitchen.

They held a left-handed guitar made of bone, decorated with worn stickers. They held a pick shaped like a heart as they strummed out chords of Francis Forver, strumming the e-string angrily each time they messed up, concentrating so hard it was almost intimidating.

Marshall floated above them as he zipped up one of his pockets.

You jolted up, stopped playing, nearly dropped your guitar, and with wide eyes watched as some guy appeared in front of you.

He had mint skin, black hair wet from the rain, black and red eyes you never got used to, and an expression that confused you. Maybe fear, or worry. You screamed, and he did as well. It was Marshall Lee- kind of a friend of a friend with whom you occasionally crossed paths.

Kinda a person you thought was mad cool, but not someone you were close with.

"What are you doing here?" He asked. His voice was calm and bordering on deep. You hadn't heard him speak much, and it was startling.

You raised a brow.

"I could ask you the same question!" You jabbed.

He floated down, eyes staring at your instrument.

"Nice guitar." He bent over to inspect it. You pulled away. His tone was between mocking and impressed. Personal space breached, raise the grimace shields.

He was acting quite calm. You were, too. Internally, though, you screamed, your heartbeat wild, hands drumming on your thighs.

"Um... thanks? Did Fionna invite you over?" You changed your posture from a slouch to the straightest and stiffest pose known to Aaa. Even your tone was stiff. You weren't a person who was comfortable with others around, often becoming a robotic, clumsy mess, and you were even worse with people you barely knew. Cool people you barely knew? Instant death.

"Nope."

Your face flashed with concern. Marshall wasn't... malicious, but he was trouble, and glob forbid he dragged you into some antics. Can't a guy practice some guitar on a rainy afternoon?

"As LSP would say, I'm crashing." He shrugged casually.

You strummed your guitar. It was still connected to your demonic amp. The amount of demons you had to fight to get that thing was crazy. But it was worth it. The sound was clear, the controls were precise, and it sounded otherworldly, especially with deadstortion.

He floated near you and nearly stood on his feet. The silence hung in the air as your eyes drifted around the kitchen.

"Mind if I try?" He spoke gently, far more soft compared to his usual sass. It could be something he put on in front of groups of people. Or maybe your deer-in-headlights demeanor was enough to make even him more careful.

Your eyes fell on him and you folded your arms, not before gesturing to the instrument swiftly.

"Uh no, go ahead." You nodded and raised your shoulders, tense.

Marshall scooped it into his arms. It fit great. His long fingers spanned across the frets nicely. He had hands made for playing guitar, and that made you envious. Even with practice, you couldnʼt reach so far. He positioned himself, floating mid-air.

Your face was a mix of curiosity and surprise.

"No pick? Just... fingers?" You raised a brow, the words coming out faster than you thought. He laughed lightly, and you flushed.

"I'm good with them." You choked on air as you sat stiffly, stifling a nervous laugh. If you were flushed before, now all your blood was definitely in your awkward face.

He strummed and his long ears perked up at the sound.

"You're left-handed?" He bit the edges of his black lips, positioning his fingers. He didn't need to take so long doing all that. He was stalling. Curious.

"Not quite. A dragon tore off one of my left fingertips, so I can't hold down the frets without gross pain," You rambled quietly as you rested against the red cushions.

He played what was definitely, unmistakably Misirlou. You had to close your mouth at the speed of his wrist. Looking at that shit was enough to give your wrist a sprain.

He lifted his hands, holding the guitar loosely as he stared in your general direction expectantly. You cleared your throat.

"You seem good at left-handed playing. I've only seen you play right before." Marshall's expression flashed disappointment for a second before returning to a chill one.

"I've had a thousand years to learn, if I couldn't play either, that would be embarrassing." He smiled. Damn, that guitar suited him...

"Same with money... imagine being poor after like a thousand years..." You tapped on the table, lost in thought, partially about vampires, but mostly about a vampire.

"I can't, I own half of Aaa and my mom is the ruler of the Nightosphere. I used to own this Tree House!" He motioned to a part of the tree, and objects lifted to reveal an M carved into it.

"I remember that. I wasn't there but I heard about it." You nodded.

"Guess you've heard a lot about me?" He lifted his brows.

"Quite a- oooh. I get it."

"Get what?" A grin tugged at his lips.

"That wasn't an actual question, was it?" You squinted up with a smug expression.

"Wow. Pretty and smart. Package deal," He said with the perfect delivery- just the right amount of casualness for the line to be missed unless you were paying attention. And you indubitably were; you dearly hoped he didn't notice and you came off as cool and mysterious. Your flush and rigidity betrayed your discomfort.

Marshall passed you your guitar, and you leaned on it with your elbow, brushing hair away from your face as you looked around the room, searching for something interesting.

Dishes. Fridge. Your shaky hands. Paintings. Tree bark. A bug in the corner. Inevitably, your eyes fell back on Marshall. Your attention jumped from his clothes to his hair, to his inhuman features.

"Why are you staring?" You blanched and your expression fell. You met his eyes. If you looked down you'd be even more suspicious.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to. Your eyes are...." You trailed off. Shit. You weren't looking at his globdamn eyes, but you weren't about to say "Nice cock, bro".

"Horrifying? Demonic?" You swore he floated closer to you. You recoiled, pursing your lips.

"Interesting."

Good save, idiot.

His arrogant little facade faded, replaced by tired disappointment.

"It's also interesting how you're already tall but still float."

He shrugged.

"Alright, I'll bite." He stood on the ground. You finally got a good look at his frame and height, and man was that good look good. Every part of him was long and slim, from his ears to his eyes and fingers, and who else knows what. You slapped yourself internally at the thought.

He sat down next to you, setting his right calf onto his left thigh. He inclined his head.

"Not literally." He flashed the tips of his fangs. He fished a box of cigarettes out of his pocket, turning to you and slicking back his drying hair.

"You want some?"

You grimaced.

"No. and you shouldn't smoke inside. And this shit is bad for your vocal health." The rain still raged on, yet it felt like a calming ambiance when in the comfort of the Tree House.

"Aww, come on. Just once," He beckoned sweetly, nearing your face, feigning demonic puppy eyes. You shook your head. He set them down on the couch, as well as a red lighter. So much of his stuff was red. It was like if you had everything made outta food.

"It's like murder. It's a slippery slope."

You bounced your leg, checking your phone. You scrolled through your notifications. As empty as your heart.

"Sometimes I check my messages and realize just how bitchless I am..."

"Can't relate. I have lots of friends and messages...." He spread his arms over the backboard, gesturing in the air as his eyes wandered. He had a real soulful expression, as though he was speaking of glob itself.

Marshall dropped his arms, sighed, and frowned.

"Okay, yeah, I don't have anyone close to me. Sure I hang out with people but I'm kind of a loner," He admitted quietly, reminiscent of your insecure and anxious tone.

"You saw me earlier. I'm not much of a loner as much as I am a loser..."

"That's where we're different. But together we make a lone loser." He gestured to his unbeating heart, speaking like a damn motivational speaker. You smiled.

"Perfect."

A silence lingered. If not for the raging storm out, you would've heard the caw of a cyclops crow.

The silence turned strange as you made prolonged eye contact. Your proximity sent you into a fever. He didn't have any warmth- it felt like you had stolen all of it at once.

You tore your gaze away, opening up a portal with your pick and putting your guitar in. Marshall's eyes widened and he jerked in surprise.

"Where did that go?!" His voice strained against serenity.

"Uhhh I put it in its case. Between the Nightosphere-" You lifted your hand.

"The Nightosphere?" He interrupted with worry.

"-And the deadworlds. Let me finish." You readjusted yourself, unamused.

"Oh, I'll let you finish alright. Not like that. Are you finished?"

Your mouth was agape.

"You made that a lot worse than it was. Yes, I'm done."

You would never forget the awkwardness that plagued you throughout that whole interaction. It would forever be embedded in your cringing bones.

You browsed on your phone, refreshing your conversation with Fionna. No updates. Not even a bad meme. Sad.

Your arms rested on the table as you set your phone face down. You contemplated making tea.

"Why haven't we talked much before?"

That was a difficult question. You braced yourself as you turned your head to him just a tad.

"Honestly? I was... afraid of you. Not because of the demon vampire thing," You quickly defended yourself.

"That's surprising..." Marshall mumbled.

"Sorry." He raised his arms defensively.

"But because you're... I'm gonna sound stupid." You laid face down and laughed nervously, in sync with the drops hitting the windows.

"I doubt that. You're not Fionna."

The corners of your mouth tilted up, and you shot the vampire a dirty look.

"Shut up!" You laughed hollowly, surprised by his little joke.

He gave you a tight-lipped smile.

"You're cool, and I thought you were better than interacting with someone like me." The words did sound stupid coming out of your mouth. The thoughts were completely irrational.

"Someone with mutual interests and more to talk about than hacking monsters or angry exes?" He quirked a brow.

"I'm not trying to rationalize it. Also, I have plenty of exes to talk about." You raised your phone.

Marshall's face was practically begging you to not.

"Please don't."

"Fine. You're safe. For now. One was a demon." You glared at a picture of them with you. He peeked over your shoulder.

"That's interesting...."

"You said not to talk about it." You leaned on your palm, feigning disinterest.

"I take it back, come on! Don't leave me hanging," He asked desperately, ghosting his black claws over your now upright back. You shuffled away.

"You'll have to beg-"

Your phone buzzed. You hummed with displeasure, reading the message right away.

"Glob. You gotta go, Fionna will be here soon," You urged as you stood up, straightening out your clothes and stretching as you paced around the room. Marshall paused for a second and decided to stand up.

"You're right. No fun getting caught." He shoved his hands into his pockets, walking to the window. You watched his movements carefully as he opened up the window, putting his foot on the ledge, and floating, defying gravity.

As he left, you were hit with a lot of. A lot. Just, a lot.

You put the kettle on the stove, sitting on the counter, relaxing, finally.

You had always... wanted to hang out with him, but, damn, you didn't think it'd happen. And he wasn't as intimidating as he came off! You felt all funny inside, still absolutely high off the adrenalin of it all. When you saw him appear it was like your body got restarted.

The water began to boil, and you poked at dry leaves of colorful tea.

You were surprised as Marshall flew back in. You didn't have time to process a thing. He observed you as you lounged with owlish eyes. He picked up his lighter and cigarettes. He hadn't looked away.

"Forgot these." He glanced from the objects to you. He headed for the window again. He hesitated.

"These aren't tobacco, you know."

You raised your brows. He flew out as the front door rattled and Fionna and Cake yelled loudly. You waved to Marshall, only to see that he was gone, and the window was open.

You sat like a statue with a mystified gaze.

The kettle whistled and Fionna waved her hand in front of your face.

Did you fumble or did you fumble hard? Maybe if you had taken the offer, something else would be ha...

"Are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost," Cake frowned, poking your knee. You moved the kettle and Fionna turned off the stove.

"No, I saw a... yep, saw a ghost. A cool ghost," You replied breathlessly and somewhat robotically as you finally managed to focus on the two. You poured hot water from the kettle into your favorite mug. It had a cat on it. Dropping tea leaves into the water, you watched as the leaves seeped a bright ruby, and swirled with darker, near-black swirls.

Rain still poured outside, albeit it was far calmer than previously. You hoped Marshall was fine.

You held up two more mugs. You smiled awkwardly.

"Anyone want tea?"

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tom-foolery-incorporated · 2 years

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Fresh Linen

>AFAB! Gender-neutral! Reader, underwear stealing, Leviathan being a pervert, masturbation, sexual fantasy, underwear smelling, soft yandere themes, Leviathan being a pervert, use of a fleshlight, only one cock for Levi (sorry), Leviathan getting caught, degradation, rough sex, underwear gag, cum eating, slight voyeurism, clothed sex, creampie

Leviathan didn't mean for this to become a habit. It actually started out on accident. When it was Belphegor's day to do laundry he ended up mixing everyone's laundry up. It just so happened that Leviathan ended up with a pair of your underwear with his clothes. His face became that of a tomato while he tried to not pass out. The underwear he was holding was striped with a light blue and a darker shade of blue kind of like those blue and white striped underwear sets he'd seen in more lewd anime. He immediately flung the underwear out of his grip in a moment of both fear and embarrassment but quickly re-scooped it up as to not disrespect it. Levithan wondered if you had gotten a pair of his underwear? Quickly, he sifted through his laundry only to see he was only missing a couple shirts and socks. Did anyone else have your underwear? Jealousy coursed through him at the thought. No one should be able to see your underwear except him! And well you of course.

Since that day, Leviathan has been doing laundry for the House of Lamentation. Everyone assumed because he didn't want anyone touching his clothes again but really he wanted easy access to your clothes. He pulled out a pair of underwear he hadn't seen before. You did mention that Asmodeous had taken you shopping sometime over the weekend. Did his brother see you in these? Leviathan started pouting at the thought. How come stupid Asmo got to see you undressed but he couldn't? Did you not like him like he thought? I mean who would, he's just a nasty, perverted otaku. Self-pity turned into jealousy. Leviathan should be the one taking you underwear shopping! Well, maybe you both could look on Akuzon for some underwear instead of going to an irl store but still! Leviathan carelessly dumped the rest of the clothes into the washer after he pocketed your new underwear.

Next order of business was getting to his room without getting caught. With his hands in his pocket, one stroking the soft material. He heard Mammon in the living room laughing at something then came the mumbling sound of your voice. The envy exploded in him and his horns bloomed out of his head. You were supposed to be his Player 2! His Henry! Why are you making Mammon laugh and going underwear shopping with Asmo? it's unfair!

Leviathan quickly swung open his door and slammed it behind him. His breathing was heavy with anger while he brought out your underwear from his pocket. It was a simple black color with no pattern. While leaning against the shut door, he brought the fabric to his nose and took a big breath in. His tail twitched with excitement with what he smelt on the fabric. Had you been touching yourself in these? Leviathan took another whiff of the garment. You had been touching yourself in these! A shiver ran through his body at the thought of your fingers moving through your folds while your juices spilled onto the very underwear he was holding.

Dirty pervert!

He imagined you seeing him with your undergarments pressed to his nose. "You're so gross!" you would say, "I can't believe you'd sniff my underwear like that, sicko! You're such a pervert." Leviathan shivered at the way he imagined you'd speak to him. Yes, he was a pervert. Yes, he was gross. Yes, he did just lick a stripe up the crotch of your underwear. Leviathan could taste the remnants of your most private area on the fabric. He couldn't help but rub his hand on the outside of his pants, fondling the growing bulge that was so restricted within. Leviathan took another whiff of your underwear to feed his growing arousal. He could smell your sweat and the natural odor of your body on the material. He let out a short whimper at the delightful scent that traveled into his nose.

Leviathan froze hearing the sounds of footsteps coming down the hallway. He could hear your voice, your sweet voice. You were talking about the recent test in your demonic literature class. Leviathan could get lost in the sound of your voice but it was so rudely interrupted by the crude sound of his brother's response. Stupid Mammon. Why does he always get first dibs on you? Why can't Leviathan have your attention like that.

"Well first, you have to leave your room," Leviathan remembered Satan telling him one time when complaining. Stupid Satan. Leviathan wishes he could keep you in here forever. He could finally have you all to himself! Anger pooled in the pit of Leviathan's stomach. He hated how he had to share you with everyone.

It seemed that the anger only seemed to fuel his erection further. Leviathan unclasped the harness around his hips and unzipped his tight pants. As if his cock had never been exposed to the air, it sprung forth from his pants painfully hard. His flushed red head was swollen and leaking with pre-cum. The shaft throbbed with every thought of entering you but it would find no such release inside of his beloved. Instead, Leviathan wrapped your underwear around his cock. The demon let out soft pants of excitement at the thought of doing something so filthy without your knowledge. He wrapped his long slender fingers around the underwear and rubbed it up his shaft.

"MC," Leviathan whined at the thought of you sitting in his gaming chair calling him all sorts of names while he used your underwear to get himself off. Still, it wasn't enough. Leviathan needed to feel your dripping hole clenching and sucking him in. He imagined what your velvety walls would feel like wrapped around his cock. He would make sure that his was the last you would feel for all eternity. Your pussy would be molded to the exact shape of this throbbing manhood.

Leviathan huffed, unwrapping the underwear from around his cock and holding it between his teeth while he moved to rummage through his drawers. Under layers of unfolded underwear and mismatched socks, he finally found it. A long black tube with a fleshy opening the same color as your skin at the widest point. He had gotten it after his feelings for you had started to brew inside of him. Leviathan knew that you would never open your legs for a yucky otaku like himself so he opted for a silicone alternative.

He placed your underwear over the toy as if the fleshlight itself was wearing the garment. He ran his finger over the crotch of the underwear, feeling the folds of the fake pussy through the fabric. Leviathan carefully placed the toy on his dresser then moved to pull out the lube he had also hidden with it. Pushing the crotch of the underwear aside, he squirted the cool liquid into the hole of the faux vagina then through the labia. Leviathan carefully re-positioned the underwear back to its correct orientation before plopping down in his gaming chair. He pressed the head of his cock to the opening of the toy before tilting it over so the underwear was now draped over him before pushing in. The fabric slowly began to become wet with the lube he had squirted inside the fleshlight. He imagined it was your juices instead of some fake water based alternative he bought on Akuzon. Leviathan sunk the fake cunt all the way down his cock, stuffing the underwear along side it, until the faux labia rubbed against his ultra-marine pubic hair. He left the toy like that for a little bit, hoping his body heat would make the toy feel more alive. But the cold lube continued to thwart his fantasies. Leviathan needed more. He turned to his phone on his desk and pulled up your voicemails. He saved each and everyone you sent. Leviathan then grabbed his headphones and frantically plugged them into the audiojack of his phone before slipping them on over his head, carefully avoiding his horns.

Leviathan's tail was swishing and twitching behind him in excitement. Almost like a puppy when he heard your voice over come through his headphones. Slender hands grabbed the middle of the fleshlight and pulled it up before plunging it back down on his cock again. He couldn't hear the wet squelching sounds the toy made while he scrolled through and listened to each and everyone of the voicemails you left. Leviathan could close his eyes and almost imagine that you were riding him in his chair. "You're really getting off on this?" he imagined you saying, "you don't even get to feel my cunt yet you're throbbing just fucking me through my underwear? You really are a desperate virgin!" Leviathan wasn't a virgin but god the thought of you talking to him like that made him shiver in delight.

His movements became quicker as he started thrusting up into the toy every time he speared it on his cock again. At this point, the crotch of your poor abused underwear was soaked with Leviathan's pre-cum and lube.

You could only watch in utter shock as he fucked the toy through your underwear. You quickly slammed the door behind you, scared that anyone else would find Leviathan in this state. It seemed that he had his noise cancelling headphones on because he didn't let up on fucking the fake pussy in his hand.

"You're so pathetic," Leviathan imagined you saying, "I can feel how your cock is twitching. You're not even gonna last that long!" Your knees almost buckled at the noise he had made. A soft whiney moan that made you want to scoop him up and kiss him until he couldn't breathe. Then he threw his head back, his headphones falling off of his ears and onto the floor taking his phone with them. His mouth fell open in a silent scream as he pumped the toy on his cock one, two, three more times before stopping. Your hands stayed over your mouth the entire time.

"MC!" Leviathan screamed when he finally opened his eyes and saw you standing in front of his door. His hands frantically tried to cover up the very obvious black cylindrical toy hanging off of his cock. You could only stare with your heart beating in your ears. Then a dark aura moved across Leviathan.

"MC!" He huffed, "you were out there slutting yourself off to Mammon while I had to use this stupid toy!" You shakily shook your head, "n-no. That's not what-" "Of course you'd want to fuck Mammon," Leviathan sulked with a dark look on his face, "you'd never want to fuck a nasty otaku like me." "That-that's not true," you managed to mumble out.

A look of surprise flashed over Leviathan's face before being replaced with an expression that could only belong to one of the 7 demon lords of hell. He stood up, holding the toy to his cock as he made his way over to you. You backed up until your back was pressed against the door. The demon hovered over you with a look that was a mixture of anger, jealousy, and something else unreadable. Leviathan pulled the toy down off his cock before tugging the underwear out of the slick hole. The crotch was heavy with a mixture of his cum and lube that it had caught and soaked up. Your mouth only hung open in awe at the amount that pooled in your abused underwear. What you didn't expect next was for Leviathan to take advantage of your agape mouth by shoving the cum soaked underwear into it. You gagged at the salty flavor of his release as it pooled into your mouth. His slender fingers pushed the crotch of your thoroughly used underwear deeper into your mouth to make sure his cum leaked down your throat. You gulped and swallowed what pooled at the back of your mouth while watching his Leviathan's eyes stayed trained on how your lips wrapped around his fingers.

"Do you do this on purpose?" he asked, "whore around to make me jealous?" You could only whine in response. This was a side to Leviathan you had never seen. Even when you had just walked in on the gamer masturbating he seemed so submissive. Now he had his fingers in your mouth trying to make you gag on your own underwear. "You go around rubbing on everyone but me," Leviathan grumbled, "when am I gonna get a turn?" You had no idea what he was talking about but oh how it made you wet. "I want my turn, MC," Leviathan spoke with a tone that made you shiver. You looked up at the blue haired demon with the face of a deer in headlights. You could only nod as your knees pressed together, desperate to relieve yourself of the heat that was pooling at your core.

Leviathan's face softened as his mouth hung slightly ajar at the sight before him. He couldn't help the breathy moan that escaped him as he saw how you were reacting so positively to him. "Get," Leviathan almost couldn't get the words out, "get one your hands and knees." You nodded eagerly. Anything to get his throbbing cock inside of you. Your hands frantically pulled your pants down until they were around your knees while you bent down on them and steadied yourself on your elbows. Leviathan's mouth watered at the way you presented your glistening folds to him. The way your hole was twitching and clenching at nothing almost made his knees give out. He steadily approached behind you dropping down to his knees so his cock could be at level with your slippery folds. He teasingly pressed the head of his cock to your labia making you whine and try to position yourself to get him inside. Leviathan dug his fingers into the plump flesh of your ass, marveling at the way more of you became exposed as he spread the cheeks apart.

Damnit, if only his phone was closer he would take photos of how wet you were for him but he wasn't about to interrupt his chance to finally be inside of you to look for it. He rubbed his cock along your folds until finally catching his head on your sloppy hole. You bucked your hips back eagerly taking the head of his cock inside of you. Leviathan let out a gasp at how warm you were. This was nothing like that stupid toy. Quickly getting addicted, Leviathan pushed his whole cock into in one thrust. You winced and bit down on the underwear still in your mouth. Your hole spasmed around the thick intrusion but quickly made his cock feel welcomed.

Leviathan pulled his hips back, eyes trained how how the shaft of his cock glistened with your juices. Then with a quick thrust, he plunged back inside of welcoming pussy. Your gummy walls grabbed onto him and guided his cock in deeper. With each thrust, Leviathan became more frantic. He quickly set a brutal pace that had you letting out muffled moans from behind your underwear gag. Steadying yourself onto one hand, you reached down between your legs to rub at your clit. Leviathan moaned out your name at the sight of you pleasing yourself while his cock speared you open so ruthlessly. Your sloppy pussy leaked juices down your inner thighs and dampened his pubes.

"MC," Leviathan groaned, "you're such a-" He was cut off by a moan, "you're such a whore! I can't believe you'd let-let some pervert otaku use you like this!" You squeezed your eyes shut while nodding along to everything he said. Yes, you were a whore. Yes, you were being used like a toy by some pervert otaku. Yes, anything to have Leviathan fuck you like an animal in heat. Your fingers began cramping as your walls tightened around his shaft. Leviathan could feel your walls clamp down hard enough to push him out slightly while your thighs shook in ecstasy. Leviathan continued his thrusting through your orgasm. His cock pried apart your tight walls with every thrust. Your pussy made obscene squelching sounds as more juices leaked out of you.

"I'm gonna-" Leviathan panted, "I'm gonna cum in you. So when you whore yourself out to stupid Mammon he knows who-" He clenched his teeth and hissed, "who fucks you better!" The last word trailed off into a shout of your name as warm fluid erupted into your velvety cunt. His cum leaked around his cock as he slowly pulled out, savoring the way his release dripped out of your spent hole. Leviathan held your ass in a vice gripe as he watched how your fluttering walls pushed out more of his cum.

At this point, Leviathan's horns and tails had sunken back into his human form. He could only marvel at the sight before him. You were bent over in front of him with his cum leaking out of you.

His cum.

Leviathan shivered at the sight of your used pussy. "MC?" he asked rubbing his hands along your hips, "a-are you okay?" Despite just cumming inside of you, or maybe because he had done so, embarrassment was starting to take over the poor demon. You held a thumbs up with the hand you weren't leaning on before flopping down to the floor. Leviathan screamed a little in panic before helping you up so you were leaning on him. He winced as he pulled the underwear from your mouth, trying not to get hard again at the sight of your saliva still clinging to the garment as he pulled it from your lips. Your eyes were lidded and you were panting. Leviathan wanted to run, he wanted to hide, anything to get this overwhelming tingling feeling to go away but he couldn't just leave you on his floor to leak cum. As hot as the thought sounded, Leviathan couldn't do that to you. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders and pressed your head to his chest while. Your soggy underwear laid on the floor, discarded and used while you leaked cum from your spent body. God, how you wished you had caught Leviathan sooner.

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lebenspurpur · 1 year

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what do they smell like

AN: I know I did this before, but I need to correct myself. Plus, it was like 2 years ago, so..

ℝℤ 𝕄𝕚𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕖𝕝 𝕄𝕪𝕖𝕣𝕤

Most of the time, he smells like sweat and that sweet coppery odor of blood.

That changes whenever he actually decides to take a shower and change his clothes.

Suddenly he smells like nothing. And I mean nothing.

If you inhale deeply enough, you might get a faint whiff of sanitizer, like the kind they use in hospitals, but that's it.

You can decide for yourself if that's a blessing or a curse.

𝕍𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕊𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕚𝕣

Paraffin wax.

So he smells like plastic and, like, the worst kind.

Maybe you need to convince him to use some bee wax candles for a change. Or some wax that smells like something nice, at least.

Which makes me think of another headcannon: Vincent hates the smell of cheap scented candles. He can not stand them. You'd think his nose might be desensitized to bad smells by now, but no.

The only scented candles he allows in his basement are the expensive ones, with real dried flowers or some good essential oils.

Other than paraffin wax, he smells like his body wash, which is the same as Bo's.

(You can not convince me they do not share one. Maybe buy him some nice shampoo while we're at it.)

The smell of the wax easily overpowers anything else, though.

𝔹𝕠 𝕊𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕚𝕣

Bo prides himself on owning some really nice cologne.

So, if he applies that, he actually smells really nice.

Other than that: cigarettes.

I feel like he actually has a nice smell, though. He smells like someone who'd call you sugar, if that makes sense.

𝕃𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕊𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕚𝕣

I know, we have the ongoing joke of Lester smelling bad, but I've changed my mind.

Of course, after working, he smells very bad. Like a dead animal that has been cooking in the sun for way too long.

But he's a clean boy! After he takes a shower, he smells like a mix of leather and something flowery, airy. Kind of like a freshly picked bouquet of wildflowers. Don't ask me where that comes from.

When he's been crafting something, he also smells like hot glue and wood, but it's not powerful enough to be unpleasant.

𝔹𝕣𝕒𝕙𝕞𝕤 ℍ𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕣𝕖

Dust.

Like, you know when something smells old because it's been standing somewhere without being touched for too long?

That's what he smells like.

He doesn't need to, though. He probably has an arsenal of really expensive perfumes and colognes standing somewhere in that mansion.

After he meets you, there's a slight chance that he'll take more care of himself. And in that case, he will finally use those fragrances.

As soon as he does that, he smells like that mansion looks. Rich, educated, charming, handsome even.

𝕋𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕤 ℍ𝕖𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕥

Hay, dry earth, Tommy smells like a hot day on a field.

When he spent some more time in the basement, the smell becomes even earthier and damp. Like a crypt.

Though, most days the 'warm' smell is stronger and it's really wholesome. When you hug him, it feels like you're hugging a cat who's been lounging in the sun for a while and got all heated up. (I just want to hug him, man.)

𝕆𝕥𝕚𝕤 𝔻𝕣𝕚𝕗𝕥𝕨𝕠𝕠𝕕

Now, that man smells bad.

Rotting corpses, vomit kind of bad. It's not good.

When he does his makeup and actually showers, it's not that bad anymore. Then, he just smells like the makeup he applies (you know, the stuff they paint children's faces with?) and (probably Baby's) body wash.

𝔹𝕒𝕓𝕪 𝔽𝕚𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕝𝕪

Baby loves sweet perfumes, especially when they have a fruity note (pun intended).

She has a few fragrances she always uses, and they make her smell really nice, and really sweet, kind of like candy.

If she doesn't apply those, she smells like lotion and body oil.

Pretty, that's what she smells like.

ℝ𝕁 𝔽𝕚𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕝𝕪

Motor oil, leather and rain.

Motor oil from working on the trucks all day long, leather from his jackets. Where does the smell of rain come from? Don't ask me.

He smells really masculine in that sense, like a ride on a motorcycle.

𝕁𝕒𝕤𝕠𝕟 𝕍𝕠𝕠𝕣𝕙𝕖𝕖𝕤

Do corpses emit smell if they're still alive?

Well, Jason does.

He smells like wet earth, rain, and the forest. A really grounding smell overall.

Hugging him feels like laying on the forest ground after it has been raining for a while. In a nice way, though.

It's really refreshing, and really pleasant.

𝔸𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕒 𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕘

Amanda uses really nice body wash. Something that smells like pine needles.

Other than that, she smells like old metal and disinfectant.

Old metal, because she spends half of her days designing traps and disinfectant because of John.

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𝓞𝓷𝓮 𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓽 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮

Characters ;; Xiao Warnings ;; Angst, slight comfort, then more angst, abandonment(technically??) Words count ;; 1.8k An| Inspired by "One last time" from Hamiliton

As you stood looking at your rightfully beautiful lands, the sun set off in the distance. A peaceful smile made a home on your face. The soft breeze touched your face, and the sun kept you warm. Everything around you was perfect, and rightfully so at that. As you stood watching the sun set, in your silk garments, and flowing clothing, you looked majestic.

When you heard a knock on the door leading into the room in which you resided in, you didn’t need to ask to know who it was.

“Come in.” Your words flowed off your lips and was carried by the wind. As softly as you spoke, your words stood tall and elegantly firm. With a soft click the door opened, revealing a young looking male with teal and green hair, and a purple diamond on his forehead; a gift from you.

“Yes, your grace? I was informed that you wanted to speak with me?” you could hear the shake in his voice, mixed with confusion. You had yet to look at him, but you were sure that if you did, you’d see him standing stiff and still, almost like a statue.

Softly, you huffed out a breath of air, and spotted an anemo crystalfly fluttering around. You raised your hand, putting out a finger for it to land on. When it did, you finally glanced back at him. Looking over your shoulder, you noticed how far away he was from you, as if terrified to get any closer.

Your warm smile had yet to leave your face, and you waved him to walk closer to you.

“Please, have a drink, relax.” You motioned over to the cart not far from you with various kinds of drinks, as per your request. You also took note how he refused to look at your face. He seemed to look everywhere else however. You returned your gaze back to the orange sky, and pink clouds. “I need a favor.” A soft tune sounded in your voice, which made you sound angelic.

“Yes, whatever you say, your grace.” His voice sounded determined, and confident. With your free hand, you grabbed with hand, and lifted, bringing the crystalfly closer to him. His breath hitched when you touched him, and you gently placed the small animal his hand. The crystalfly, glowed when it touched him, then flew around him before flying away.

“I need you to draft an address.” Confusion showed on his features, and you understood why. Before he could ask any questions, you continued; “So the people will hear from me one last time.”

You looked away from him, enjoying the long sunset in the horizon. Alarmed he stepped closer to you, confusion, and concern clear in his voice.

“Your Grace, what do you mean?” Without looking at him, you grabbed his hand, and walked closer to the edge of your open balcony. Carefully, you climbed onto the railing, standing tall on it. “Your Grace!” Xiao yelled, frightened as he still stood on the ground. You looked back at him, smiling brightly.

“Join me, Xiao. Let’s take a walk together.” Just as you finished, a bridge made of vines and floral plants formed from the plants that grew on the side of the castle. Wordlessly, he took your hand, not knowing what to expect, but having full trust in you. As you spoke, he listened to you intently.

"One last time~ The people will hear from me, one last time~" there was a soft tune in your voice, almost as if you were singing. You drew out your words as you talked and sounded almost too relaxed for your own good.

With each step that you took, more and more flowers flourished. softly the wind blew past the two of you. While you stayed relaxed, and calm, Xiao was having something like a crisis. So many thoughts ran through his mind, he wondered what was going on more than everything.

Why did you want to leave? And why did you choose to tell him, of all people?

"Your Grace, why?" Seemed to be the only thing that he could get past his teeth. His thoughts ran too fast for him to have been able to understand. Under him, he could feel his legs stop. The male looked down, to ashamed to look anywhere else. His world felt like it was crashing down all around him.

When you felt him stop walking, you stopped as well. Upon seeing the state that you'd put the teal haired male, you didn't know how to feel, but you knew what to do. Without letting go of his hand, you took your free hand and placed it on his cheek, lifting his head to look at you.

"Relax, take a walk with me, one last time." Your smile had yet to leave your face, or faulter, and as you looked at him you refused to let it do so. Gently, with your thumb, you whipped the tears that began to flood his eyes. Then after a second, you began your walk once again, never letting go of his hand.

So many confusing thoughts ran through his head, yet the comfort that you brought him eased his mind. Somehow, you always possessed that ability to radiate that comforting, and powerful aura. It was so welcoming and comforting that it was impossible to resist. Maybe that was a perk of being the creator.

"I wanna talk about what I have made. The hard won wisdom I have gained." Though, in the distance ahead, the sun was setting, it somehow was still bright enough to see. With your hand, you gestured to the groups of crystsalflies that flew around.

The small crystalflies, softly glowed in the incoming dark, illuminating the area around beautifully. Water in the lakes below flowed steadily, washing against the rocks and grass.

"As far as the people are concerned, you have to lead! You could continue to lead." he sounded desperate, imploring you to not leave, to just stay a bit longer. Now, unlike before, he never took his eyes off you. As if scared that if he did, you'd disappear before he could realize that you gone. His heart thumped rapidly in his chest, and somehow, breathing felt foreign to him.

"No. One last time, the people will hear from me. One last time, and if I get this right. We're gonna teach' em how to say goodbye. You and I~" He couldn't even think about his next words, before they seemingly flew out of his mouth;

"Why do you have to say goodbye?" His voice cracked, and his normally deep and reserved voice was breaking down by the second.

"If I say goodbye, Tayvet will lean to move on. It'll outlive me when im gone." By that time, you reached the end of the vine path. It stopped just at the end of a cliff. Xiao then looked around, confused. Just how far had they walked in that time, it felt like a short amount of time, yet they walked so far.

The massive castle in which was made for the Creator, was no longer visible, neither was any signs of civilization.

It all happened so fast, too fast.

There was a sudden glow that came from the creator, it lit the surround trees and grass. It was bright enough to be mistaken as the sun. Xiao looked away, knowing that if he continued to look, he'd become blinded by the light. Then he heard a voice. The familiar voice of his beloved creator.

"Deliver my message to Tayvat for me Xiao, I trust that you will see my final wish through." In a sudden realization that he could no longer feel the Creator's hand within his own, he opened his eyes.

A bright orb of light floated where his Creator once was. Particles of golden dust floated in the air, as the orb lifted into the sky. Ascending into the stars. The dust littered the ground, and his body. He watched as the orb moved further away, and tears ran down his cheeks like the rain. The space around him was now completely dark.

Aside from the rainbow Cryatalfly the fluttered around him. Landing on his shoulder.

There he stood in the spot all night, a flow of never stopping tears rolled down his face, and the only sense of comfort he received was from the crystalfly, that reminded him of you.

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The next day, was easy from no one. Especially, Xiao. As he was one the whom had to bear witness to the the faces that he gave the information to. That was how he got to where he stands now. In his hands was a paper, new and crisp. He stood before a crowed of people, who were from different nations, and of different cultures.

There had to be atleast thousands of people from each nation there, all gathered in a large courtyard before the palace of the creator. Looking down at the paper, he reads off the words inscribed in the paper;

ɪɴ ʀᴇᴠɪᴇᴡɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ʀᴜʟɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴛᴇʏᴠᴀᴛ, ɪ’ᴠᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍʏ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛʟʏ ᴘʀᴏꜱᴘᴇʀᴇᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴅᴇᴠᴇʟᴏᴘᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇʟɪɢɪᴏɴꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛᴇʏᴠᴀᴛ ʜᴏʟᴅꜱ. ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ. ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ʜᴜɴᴅʀᴇᴅꜱ ᴏꜰ ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ ʀᴜʟᴇ, ɪ ɴᴏᴡ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀꜱᴛᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴅɪᴅɴ’ᴛ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴀꜱᴄᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀꜱ. ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴇʟʟ-ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ʜᴏᴍᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɢʀᴏᴡɴ ꜱᴏ ᴅᴇᴇᴘʟʏ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛ, ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴄᴇ. ɪ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴛᴀʏ ɢʀᴀᴛᴇꜰᴜʟ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏʏᴀʟᴛʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʀᴇᴄᴇɪᴠᴇᴅ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴍʏ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ, ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ᴄʟᴇᴀʀ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʙᴏᴅɪᴇꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴇʏᴇꜱ. ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ, ᴛʀᴜᴇ ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʜᴀᴘᴘɪʟʏ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ, ᴇᴀᴄʜ ʜᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴄᴜʟᴘᴛᴇᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ꜰᴀɪʟ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴍʏ ʀᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ ꜰᴏʀ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀᴇ, ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇᴍ. ᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇʏ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴀꜱ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ, ɪɴ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ ɪ ᴀᴍ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴀ ꜱᴛᴀʀ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ʜᴀꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ʏᴇᴛ ꜱᴇᴛᴛʟᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪɴᴅꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴅᴏ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀꜱᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ꜰᴀᴄᴛ. ꜱᴏ, ᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴏʀ, ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ᴍʏ ʀᴇꜱᴘᴏɴꜱɪʙɪʟɪᴛʏ ᴛᴏ ɪɴꜱᴜʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ꜰᴜʟʟ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀꜱᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴏᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴀʟ ᴏꜰ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄᴀɴ ᴅᴏ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴍᴀʏ ɴᴏᴛ ʏᴇᴛ, ꜱᴇᴇ ɪᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ ᴛʜᴇᴍꜱᴇʟᴠᴇꜱ, ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ ɪ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ ᴛʜᴇᴍ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ’ꜱ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʀᴏʟᴇ ᴀꜱ ɪᴍᴘᴏʀᴛᴀɴᴛ ᴀꜱ ɪᴛ ɪꜱ. ꜱᴏ ɴᴏᴡ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀꜱᴄᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ᴍʏ ɢᴏᴀʟ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴍʏ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀꜱᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴇ, ꜱᴏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴜᴘᴏɴ ᴍʏ ꜱᴛᴀɢᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴀʀʀɪᴠᴀʟ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ. ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀꜱ ᴡɪʟʟ ʀᴇᴍᴀɪɴ ᴀꜱ ᴍʏ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀᴡɪꜱᴇ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴄʟᴇᴀʀ. ᴀꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍʏ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ, ɪ ɴᴏᴡ ꜱᴘᴇᴀᴋ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪʀᴇᴄᴛʟʏ, ɴᴏᴛ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴏʀ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴀꜱ ᴍʏꜱᴇʟꜰ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴀ ᴜɴᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴇ; ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ɢʀᴏᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀꜱᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ ɪɴᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅᴇɴᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴅᴇᴘᴀʀᴛᴜʀᴇ.

#x reader #gn reader #reader insert #genshin impact #genshin #genshin sagau #sagau x reader #creator! reader #gender neutral reader #genshin xiao #genshin x reader #genshin x you #angst #light angst

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urfavnegronerd · 9 months

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right there- alina baraz

summary: lazy day w miles (either 1610 or 42)

pairing: miles x black coded reader

w/c: 839

sum slight

warnings: lowk suggestive if you squint, fem (?) reader (miles refers to reader as ma and mama and princesa, but no use of pronouns so idk if it counts as fem reader), grammarly edited, but nothing really lmk if i missed something

published: august 7, 2023

song lyrics are italicized

ven aquí- come here, vení- come here (informal), princesa- princess

s/o @lunarfleur for this concept, luv u babycakes smooches

i get so caught up

The day had effortlessly slipped away, like sand through your fingers in a lazy, syrupy, and euphoric haze.

“Mama? baby?” Miles mumbles, his face halfway nuzzled into your stomach, his hands absent-mindedly kneading at your hips, listlessly raising his head to meet your half-lidded gaze, lifting your chin to meet his eyes.

“Mmm?”

“Ven aquí,”

might of forgot us, can you remind me?

His voice is a tired kind of raspy as he’s pressing his lips into yours in a mixture of lenience and hunger, his calloused hands cradling your cheeks, pulling away, and kissing your nose. Returning to his original position on your stomach, nuzzling his face into your stomach once again to watch an older CoryxKenshin video. Confused and blushing, you return to your copy of When Dimple Met Rishi, dreamily running your nails across his durag massaging his hair through the silky fabric.

His bedroom was a small oasis, far away from the usual Brooklyn noise, a quiet dream far far away from everything you were running away from. The dazey smog of cigarette smoke permanently hanging in the air of your apartment, the smog that got caught in the fibers of your clothes, irreversibly weaving its way into your braids. You’d evolved to the point that it smelled comforting, but at the same time, it was a permanent burden on your shoulders, the scent weighing your shoulders down.

tell me to come back, i got a lot on my mind

“Ma, come back,” he mumbles, pressing his face into your cheek. “Want another kiss,”

Laughing and leaning into his mouth, adjusting your face up to him, you comply. The kiss was a warm envelope, encasing the two of you in a heavy and exultant moment of obscurity.

i know it’s been a while, been a while, but i need you this time

The two of you pull away and you return to your book as he returns to the animated lull of his video. The two of you stay like that, kissing every couple of minutes and going back to your respective past times. It was moments like this that you savored, the tenderness of his room, the soft scent of peppermint oil mixed with sandalwood, and the delicate warmth of the musky cologne he wore like a second skin. He never wore too much though, enough for you to associate him with that smell and the light menthol of his chapstick. The boy did wonders on you, he and his mother had shown you the kind of love you’d only seen on old reruns of Love and Basketball, Poetic Justice, Love Jones, and The Preachers Wife when it aired during Christmas.

i’ll be in the city, get dressed don’t keep me waiting

Tender and loving, the kind of love the older woman preaches about on her doorstep, the one that’s like that one bible verse. The love in this boy's heart was patient and kind, comforting. A soft place to land, a small escape from everyday life. The kind that helps you take down your braids, and helps wash your hair. The kind where he’ll let you braid and unbraid his hair, gently raking your hands through his thick and luscious inky curls, half adoring his bed of curls, half detangling them.

can you be my shotgun? be my all-time, be the right one

His eyes are half-lidded as he glances up at you furtively, warily drinking in your beauty. The ethereal glow to your soft brown skin, the brown eyes that hide under your eyelashes with an alluring light to them. The eyes that never failed to make Miles’ heart skip a beat when he looked deep into them, his eyes pouring into you like hot wax in a candle.

“Whatchu need, baby?”

you ready? let me know

“Vení,” he whispers, eyes set low, drunk on lust, fatigue barely lining his eyes. As per routine, he reconnects the two of you, this time he’s above you one arm resting on the wall behind you. Deeping the kiss as he pulls you upward, he exhales a sharp, ragged, yet blissful breath. The kind that makes you pull back and look up at him quizzically.

“Everything okay, sueñito?”

“ ‘s all good ma,”

“You was just breathing all weird, is all,”

“ ‘m okay, princesa,”

“Okay,” you smile and exhale, angling up to him more.

ima need you right there

The youtube video is long forgotten, the book haphazardly discarded beside you, you softly tug his chain forward as he runs his hands along the side of your hoodie, his right hand finding yours and timidly fusing your hands together. Using your left hand, you gently run your fingers over his eyebrows, in an attempt to unfurrow them as he smiles and leans into you.

“You’re so beautiful, mama,” he mumbles into your lips, and then the two of you are lost in an enraptured oblivion.

ima need you right there, right there wimme

🩷 reblogs are always appreciated for reach <3

taglist: @lunarfleur @hearts4hobie@mayeluvsu@nagi3seastorm @n1cole-ghost@hummusxx@milesmolasses@kombuuuu

xoxo,

rae <3

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insane-brit · 9 months

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Royalty (Ch. 4)

Muzan Kibutsuji x Soulmate!Fem!reader

Chapter Links: Prologue, Chapter one, Chapter two, Chapter three

Next scheduled Royalty update (Ch 5.): I’m not on hiatus for this story or any others, however, my semester has started so updates will be slower and I cannot give a true update schedule at this time. Thank you for your patience.

Tags/Warnings: Dark, dark story/themes, enemies to lovers, semi slow burn, Muzan, talk of death, mention of gore, insulting/degrading words and names, anger/hatred, planning/scheming, light teasing (not the NSFW kind), dialogue, dialogue heavy.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Word Count: 2.4K

Steam wafted from the pile of white jasmine rice. Generating a warmth that relaxed her muscles and coaxed an exhale from the depths of her chest. Gingerly gripping the sides of the ceramic bowl, she pulled it towards her form. The plushness of the cerulean cushion cradled her bruised knees.

“I hope you like Karē Raisu. It’s the first thing I thought of to make you.”

She looked up at the older woman standing in the doorway. A tired smile graced her wizened face as she looked over (F/N).

“I do. Thank you, Mrs. Aoki.” She whispered and grabbed the spoon next to the bowl.

The clinks of the metal hitting the ceramic resounded in the otherwise quiet room as she mixed the darkened spiced roux with the rice. Thick cuts of beef with onions, carrots, and potatoes raised a potent aroma that made her stomach growl. Aoki beamed and the wrinkles around her mouth became more prominent.

“I’m glad.” she meandered her way to sit across from (F/N). Setting her bowl down before slowly lowering her body onto a cushion. (F/N) studied Aoki, noticing the dark blemishes that almost looked akin to welts blooming across her arms, sun-kissed patches dotting her face, the droopiness of her skin as it weighed from aging, and the slight tremble of her hands.

She sucked in a breath as the corner of her mouth ticked a ghost of a smile before settling back into a line. “Thank you for helping me. I am in your debt.”

Aoki hummed as her shaking hands grasped her spoon. “Nonsense, I was merely passing through and heard your distress,” she blew gently on the pile of rice and broth. “If I didn’t know any better, I would’ve thought you were a dying animal.” (F/N) choked on her rice. Feeling it lodge itself in her throat as she coughed and flushed from embarrassment. Thumb grazing the corner of her mouth as she covered the lower half of her face.

“I apologize.”

“No need. You were quite shaken, and I couldn’t leave you there,” Aoki sighed. “How are your bandages? Not causing any trouble?”

(F/N) looked down at the carefully wrapped dressings. Her hands were covered in the cream-colored woven fabric. “They feel great,” she reached over and gently grazed the wrapping on her elbow. “What did you use?”

“A salve I got from a nice young woman in Asakusa. I wish I could’ve acquired more things, but the young man accompanying her seemed less than pleased for me to be near her,” Aoki looked down at her bowl dejected. “But I’m happy this finally came in handy.”

A benign smile crossed (F/N)’s lips as she set her spoon down. Today’s events weighed heavily on her mind, and it seemed her body was just now catching up. Fatigue settled into her bones and her eyes burned. The pads of her fingers rubbed the feeling away as she raised her head to look around.

Aoki’s Minka was simple but pleasant. From the moment she helped her and Seiichi, paranoia, and all, to the front door of her home she was a delight. The lanterns adorning the rooms gave off a hue of glittering gold and sparks of amber. Exactly like most fixtures in people’s homes, but Aoki’s was much more inviting. It reminded (F/N) of flames licking at chopped timber; a sentiment to the nights her and the other Hashira would gather and reminisce, and the musty, earthy smell of pages being turned; memories of when her grandmother would read her old fairytales.

The older woman even had bundles of wisteria hanging here and there in rooms. A few shrubs of the woody vine clung to her home and (F/N) wondered if she knew of demons. If she did, Aoki didn’t mention it to her. Nor look at her with any difference as she took the haori off her shoulders and set her katana off to the side before inspecting her wounds. In a way, she was grateful to not be looked upon in awe and bombarded with questions. She didn’t have the energy to answer or feel deserving of such a gaze.

The rustling of fabric and slight grunt had her snapping her neck towards Aoki. The woman was standing with her empty bowl and picking up the miscellaneous things scattered on the table. (F/N) reached her arm out to aid her, but Aoki held a hand up, effectively halting her extended arm that was about to grasp a ceramic teapot.

“I can do it dear. You’re my guest.”

(F/N) furrowed her brows and her tongue ran over her dry lips as she spoke. “I insist. Please let me help you. You’ve done so much for me already.”

Aoki shook her head and arched her brow. A teasing look in her eye. “I don’t think so. If you move an inch from your spot, I’ll make sure that crow of yours never hears the end of it.”

The younger woman gawked at Aoki before a small snort sounded from her nose. (F/N)’s body shook as she tried to contain her laughter. The back of her hand rested over a smile that cracked over her face. The older woman teetered between scowling at the girl and joining in on her amusement.

In the end, she hummed and chuckled to herself before staggering away to another room. “I’m being serious.”

(F/N) took a deep breath trying to reel in her merriment. When Aoki was tending to her, Seiichi busied himself by stealing pieces of jewelry and even coins from the older woman. Flaunting them around and hopping away when either of them would try and snatch the items from his beak. She could still hear the older woman berating the bird in her mind, and she swore from the look on Aoki’s face that she was ready to wring his neck.

“I hope you know how to play.” Aoki hobbled back into the room with a bag in her frail hands. She handed the cloth over to (F/N). The Hashira opened and poured its contents onto the table. Eyes widening a fraction seeing it was Men’uchi.

“Of course, I do,” she said staring at the engraved clay pieces. “It’s been a long time.” The kind gestures from the older woman had allowed (F/N) to momentarily forget everything. She felt warm and something akin to safe here.

“Then I suppose we should change that,” Aoki began separating the pieces before pausing. “Right, here.” She reached into her pocket before placing something on the table. It clinked when it touched the wood, and she slid it over to the young woman. (F/N) trailed her hand before seeing a thin gold pin poke out. The metal curved up like vines wrapping around a pale sea foam-colored gemstone, jade. An even thinner gold chain dangled from the stone and branched off into mismatched lengths. A cerise-colored bead held the trains at the branching point and at the end of each, a milky glass teardrop hung.

Her mouth parted and she held up her hands as if afraid to touch the ornamental hairpin. “Why are you giving me this? I can't take it. It’s too much.”

Aoki made no move to take it back and hummed. “Well, I’m not taking no for an answer. I promise it's fine so don’t question or fight me on this.”

(F/N) gingerly picked up the delicate item and ran her fingers over the smooth metal. “Thank you.”

“Of course,” the older woman continued to separate the pieces. “Oh, and please share it with that crow. Maybe he’ll stop taking my stuff.”

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Muzan stood on the tatami flooring. His body hunched over his desk as his nails pierced into the wood grain. The vastness of the Infinity Castle caused echoes and creaks to magnify and drone. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up past his elbows. His eyes were sharp and shrewd as he glowered at the line laying in pristine condition across his workspace. Books were thrown open and some pages torn; shredded to ribbons.

The surroundings felt suffocating. Desolation whispered sweet nothings in the expanse, and a looming presence stood stoic and ominous not far away from Kibutsuji. His aura felt heavy and stifling. As if zapping any energy or spirit from one’s body.

“To think, after all this time,” Muzan said straightening up his posture and turning to face the man behind him.

Kokushibo did not waver. His fist circled the hilt of his blade and the other rested at his side. All six eyes that resembled carefully soldered stained glass bored into his master's slitted claret ones.

“It is… strange.” He drawled. His eyes flickered from Muzan’s to his wrist. A very thin thread, only visible in certain angles of light, shone and connected his lord to someone far off. It glittered like a spider’s silk. Spindly and thin; stronger than steel but looking as if it could break with the slightest tug.

Muzan’s face remained constant upon looking at Uppermoon One. Though, the warmth that fury carried crept along his collar. “You can see it?”

“Yes,” Kokushibo shifted slightly. The fabric of his purple-and-black kimono ruffled against his hakama. “I suspect…it is the lifeblood’s doing.”

The progenitor’s brows dipped downwards but an inch. Festering anger bubbled like molten lava. The ambrosia: rich velvety fluid that ran through his core, that had Oni’s imploring their master for more, was what granted them the sight of what he despised. Slipping a pen ornamentally engraved from his pocket, he clicked it open. The tip scratched the smooth paper in the book he now clutched. His apprehensiveness showed faintly from the bone-breaking grip he had around the cool metal.

It made perfect sense. His creations were an extension of himself. Remade into cutthroat violent things with the weight of his ichor circulating in their undying bloodstream. They were him, but also themselves.

“How does it appear to you?” Muzan hissed through his teeth.

Six eyes and their cracked black pupils focused studiously on the filament. “Like… a phantom. Clear and… barely visible.”

The sound of ripping reverberated through the endless wooden rooms as Muzan’s pen tore through the paper. His knuckles were white, and his jaw clenched. This did not bode well for him; however, a trace of possibility crossed his mind. If the upper ranks, who pulsed with his vitality, could barely bear witness to the tie, then maybe beings less fortunate to receive generous amounts of his blood could not at all. It was a stretch, but one that seemed likely.

This thought eased Muzan’s pride. He would not be perceived to have a weakness of any sort. His Kizuki knew better than to assume such foolishness, but others he could not be so sure of. Muzan would be damned if some sly little vermin thought they could exploit something the progenitor had no control over appearing. Much less presume that he cared for the woman connected to him.

“The woman… was a Hashira, was she not?” Kokushibo queried.

“Yes, but I doubt her abilities considering the cowardice she expressed,” the book slammed shut with a loud crack. “She must not be very valued.”

Kokushibo’s voice thrummed in his throat. “Valuable or not… she poses a threat. Or… an opportunity.”

Muzan’s lip curled back into a snarl and his eyes narrowed. He was not blind. The desire to sever the bond even if it was in vain, and the ire that overcame him when he saw the mockery that was the slayer consumed him, but he remained conscious of the possibilities. If that spineless woman were to open her mouth, it could be detrimental to everything he’s worked towards.

“That Hashira can lead the corps to us. Ubuyashki will make sure of that.” he bared his teeth.

“Even so… if he were to be eliminated… they will tuck their tails between their legs and run to the hand that feeds them. Without him, they are nothing.” Kokushibo uttered lowly.

His subordinates’ words weighed heavy on Muzan’s mind. Ubuyashki was skilled in eluding even his most capable forces, however, the slayers had a weak spot for him. It was clear in the way they held themselves, and it was no secret how deep their loyalty ran. He could see it on their faces and when they would speak. Granted, it was rare that Muzan ever came across a swordsman that would divulge anything regarding their master, but in his over one thousand years of existence it has happened, and once was all it took.

They were soft at their core, and regardless of whether he located Ubuyashki’s estate and sunk his claws in his tender flesh, tasting the coppery substance on his tongue, or dangled an empty threat over their heads they would scramble and wail to his side.

“You propose a possibility that none of you have been able to achieve. Yet, your strategy pervades you Kokushibo.”

The man in question tilted his head down slightly in acknowledgment.

“Misleading the Kisatsutai into thinking their lord is in danger would divert their attention to him and not locating us but preventing the woman from speaking would sever the chances completely,” Muzan took a few steps towards Uppermoon One. His posture was rigid. “In turn, the wretch could provide an advantage.”

Kokushibo studied his lord’s stature. The abhor was formidable and bled through his skin. He had seen Muzan’s wrath many times but the moment he had disclosed what the Uppermoon had understood upon being summoned, he had never felt animosity such as this. It was explicit as to why, and he would feel the same if he was bound to a mere mortal.

“What are your orders?” he asked easing the grip on his blade.

“Follow the thread. Find the slayer and do what you must to ensure her silence, but don’t kill her,” Muzan growled. “Don’t disappoint me.”

“I will not… is there a reason why I can’t end her life?”

“Don’t be daft,” Muzan seethed. “You know why, and I will not leave it to chance.”

Kokushibo mulled over Muzan’s response before it clicked. “I’ll see it done, my lord.” He lowered his head in respect before his aura faded. His presence no longer there to cast a baleful weight.

Muzan curled a finger under his tie and pulled, loosening the silk. He had the notion to take care of this matter himself, but he was not about to risk revealing himself more than he already had. The boy with the Hanafuda earrings and now the Hashira woman was enough to pose a risk. His hair flitted over his jaw as he ruined the tomes sitting on the umber shelves before moving to tear into the desk with his nails. The timber screeched in agony as long marks were formed on the unblemished surface.

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spaceisout · 1 year

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A desire that was not meant to be.

Pairing: Reiner Braun x F!Reader, Slight Jean Kirstein x F! Reader

Plot: You had put off your meeting due to the conflict with Marley but due to circumstances everything ends up erupting all at once.

Warning(s): cursing, yelling, slight violence

A/n: there might be a few mistakes since it's not fully proofread.

It was a quiet night to say the least, there were no titans in sight. The only sound you could hear were beetles and some animals roaming around at night.

A campfire inside the forest would have seem like a good choice to gather with some friends.

Friends.

Nowadays the people you had known for years were disappearing little by little. You did not know who to trust now. Anyone could have ill intentions that might get you tracked and dragged back to Paradis by the jaegerists.

Your lives were on the line and in return you'd get nothing.

The current group that was at each other's throats years ago were now sitting together sharing a meal.

It was a sight you'd never thought you would see again.

Well see Reiner again.

After parting that day during the invasion all you thought was about seeing the love your life. Waiting to kiss him again one day, but of course it turned out differently.

Now having him front of you brought mixed feelings and no reassurance that your love was as strong as it used to be.

Reiner kept glancing your way from time to time.

There were some instances that you'd both look at each other and let your gaze rest until one of you looked away.

His stare did awaken some of those feelings you'd used to get whenever he was around. But with a current situation it was difficult to tell if it was wrong to still feel something for him.

"Reiner Braun," Yelena said bringing your catching your attention. "You're the one who reached Shiganshina's inner gate. Do you know how many Eldians we're devoured by pure titans because of that?"

Reiner looked away feeling the guilt rushing back to him as he recalled the events.

You could tell how regretful he was. The look on his face said it all.

Yelena looked at Annie, "Annie Leonheart. I heard you killed a few more than survey core members on your time. And that's before we get into all innocents you trampled on and to fight your way out of Stohes."

"But let's not forget the brave liberators of Paradis." She added, "There's Armin the level headed one, who seems far too kind to cause that blood bath he did at Marley. How high do you think you can stack those corpses. And don't forget the civilians there were plenty."

Armin looked down at his lap closing his eyes.

"Not to sell the rest of you too short." She continued, making you feel annoyed by her voice already. "Everyone gave a heroic performance in Liberio. Jean most of all, Little Falco here threw himself in front of you to protect the cart but you didn't let that stop you from firing your thunder spear did you?"

You could feel the air change as her words continued on. Pouring venom into the open and getting everyone riled up to cause a scene. You knew her game play very well. She did not care about saving people. Elena never cared about anyone but herself in this whole situation. She easily bent down to Eren to stay in power even if that meant killing her own friend in return.

"You'd thought you all made it out clean until Gabi gunned down Sasha. What a sweetheart that girl was, even I couldn't help but feel sad for her." She said, "And to you she was family, you went through training together, went through hell together. Losing her must have been more painful than I can imagine.*

You rolled your eyes at her fake sympathy.

"This stew is pretty good Hange." Jean spoke smiling slightly at her, "Got enough for seconds?"

"Oh we've got more than enough so don't be shy." Hange grabbed his bowl and began to pour more stew.

Jean leaned back holding the bottle of liquor in one hand while keeping the other flat on the ground.

"I wanna thank you for this Yelena." He said, "You're baiting us out to air our grudges so we can get it out of our systems and get our heads on straight. Right? You'd have someone to vent to yourself if you hadn't blown out all you friends brains out to keep your fantasy alive."

He took another sip before continuing, "Now all you have a head full of cutting remarks and death wish. So this is actually pretty selfless of you."

"What can you expect?" You spoke leaning back against the large tree trunk. "She's all about getting what she wants but when her life is in danger that's all she actually cares about."

You looked at her as she avoided eye contact, "Isn't that right? You're all talk about everyone else's mistakes but you keep yourself shut on your own. I really hope that if you make it this far someone doesn't come along and take you out for not wanting to deal with your crap anymore."

"Now now we need to all be on the same page, (name)." Hange said, "Let's all take a break yeah?"

A sigh escaped from your lips, "How can I when people like her exist? She's a selfish prick."

Yelena lips started to curve up into a smile but stopped herself.

"Right... almost forgot." She said, "I didn't mention another name, he was already dead by the time we met. But I remember you said you were good friends. What was it, Mar―co."

Both your and Jean's eyes widened hearing his name.

Everyone's eyes were now on Yelena as well.

"As I recall you told me Annie had something to do with his death didn't you? Did you ever ask her for details?" Jean gasped in surprise. "I bet she'll tell you."

You held your breath waiting to hear an answer, an explanation as to why your close friend had to face death that day.

"I stole his odm gear and left him where titans could get to him." Annie admitted avoiding eye contact, "Marco got eaten because of me―"

Was surprised you was how quickly Reiner spoke.

"Annie was only following orders that I was giving her."

Hate started to fall deep in the pit of your stomach. Jean noticed your change in behavior, he placed his hand on top of yours giving it a gentle squeeze.

Of course it did not go unnoticed by Reiner, seeing how close you two were.

"During the fight in Trost, Marco over heard me and Bertholdt discussing something secret. If we let him go he could have exposed us and we decided we had to silence him." He continued but his explanation only angered you more. "I figured nobody would think twice about a scout getting eaten by a Titan. So I tackled him under a roof and I pinned him down and ordered Annie to strip him off his ODM gear. Then we just left him there... Marco was stranded on that rooftop without a way and a Titan got to him."

Silence rested upon the group, no one could grasp what Reiner had admitted. It was devasting seeing how someone could be so selfish about leaving another human being stranded to die.

"So... did Marco say anything before he was killed?" Jean asked.

"He asked why I wasn't willing to talk to him." Reiner answered.

"I think that question applies to everyone, why we haven't been willing to talk. We all just started fighting and assumed it had to be to the death."

"But we can still change that," Hange added. "We were all ready to kill each other. And now here we are talking it's something right? To think we would all be sitting around a campfire, sharing a meal with people we once called enemies."

"I stood and watched as a Titan devoured Marco and then a switch flipped and I couldn't figure out why it was happening."

Hange gasped.

"I just snapped flew into a rage, hell-bent on avenging Marco. I cut down the titan myself―"

"We get it Reiner." Jean interrupted him, "You're saying the guilt of carrying out the mission screwed with your head."

"Don't forgive me... I'm truly worthless."

"I said we get it." He spoke louder as his voice trembled with rage.

"I'm sorry."

It was enough to make you and Jean explode. Tears started to fall down your cheeks as you tried to understand why he was covering for her. Why he decided to go along with those orders.

Jean leaped from his place and threw a punch at him, throwing Reiner back and blood to come out of mouth. In a moment Jean was on top of him without a thought, it was all starting to become too much for you.

As they were killing each other you tried to suppress the sobs that wanted to escape. Armin walked over to you, rubbing your back and trying to calm you down.

"Try to breathe, okay?" Armin softly spoke, "Let's try and get your breathing back to normal."

You weakly nodded but it was impossible seeing how Jean was trying to kill the person who you thought was the love of your life.

Armin then left your side as he and Connie tried to get Jean off of Reiner

You stood up along with Hange and Mikasa to see what was going on.

Gabi then stepped in, but she was hurt in the process by Jean's strong hit. Falco kneeled down beside her worried about her health.

"I'm sorry... we came here," She spoke in pain. "To kill everyone in Paradis... we wanted to stage a massacre not prisoners. We thought the world might forgive us the sins of the Eldian Empire. If we wiped you out, they'd recognize us as good Eldians you see and save them from the Eldian devil's. And now my mom and dad and everyone back in Liberio."

"I'm sorry..." Gabbie got her knees trying to beg for forgiveness. "I understand I have no right to ask anything of you but we can't save our families without your help. So please... please don't let out homes get trampled. I'm beging you."

Falco held Gabbie up, looking everyone. "Help us please, we have to stop the rumbling together."

"We're begging you." She said.

We're begging you." He said.

"Let go." Jean said.

Both Connie and Armin let him go and he walked away.

"Jean." You said jogging behind him.

He stopped, turning to look at you, "I'm sorry― right now I need some space."

"I understand." You mumbled.

Jean gave you a small smile and headed into the woods.

Reiner slowly sat up, his eyes landing on you. They were filled with regret and sorrow.

You looked at him, feeling sorry for him for the way that Jean attacked him but not for what he had done.

Slowly you walked up to Reiner, Mikasa stood beside you as Armin and Connie stood aside.

"I used to think we'd see each other again," you said. "I wished for days upon days to see you... to maybe rekindle what we had."

"(name) I'm so sorry―"

"Don't apologize." You said, "I know for hell that you weren't the one who ordered to kill Marco. Were you?"

"I did I swear I didn't mean―"

"Stop lying!" You exclaimed as tears formed in your eyes. "You're covering for Annie, Reiner. She is the one who decided to kill Marco off not you."

Annie stood up, "I shouldn't have done what I did (name). I know I can't take back what I did―"

"No you can't." You clenched your jaw, "You're the reason Marco is dead! My friend died because of your selfish pathetic reasons. Do you realize how it felt to tell his parents how he died?!"

She looked down as her vision started get blurry.

"You don't get to feel sorry for the way you treated him." Sniffling you continued, "Marco was an innocent person who wanted to get to the ranks and serve the king just like you did. He was the kindest person who did not turn away anyone who needed help. He even helped you for crying out loud and this― this is how you repaid him?!"

"(name) we know what we both did was wrong but you shouldn't take it all out on her―"

"You both disgust me."

Reiner and Annie both stayed quiet.

"To think that I fell in love with you..." you voice cracked, "I―I wanted to spend the rest of my life next to you after this cruel world was over. But I was s fool."

"No that's not true!" Reiner stood up looking at you with broken eyes. "It was never your fault and I meant everything I told you... everything I felt about you was real (name). You have to believe me."

"How can I, huh?" You took a step forward, looking at him eye to eye. "I can only remember the person you were with me... and every time I look at you it's someone else I'm seeing."

"I'm the same person as I was back then." He desperately spoke, "I―I haven't changed! I still love you with all my heart (name)."

"I can't believe you..."

"(name) please," he begged holding both your upper arms in his hands. "I love you (name), I can't loose you... I―I don't want to loose you."

"Let me go, Reiner..." You quietly said as you cried.

"Please don't walk away from us―"

"Reiner."

"(Name) please..." He rested his forehead against yours trying to remember your warmth, your touch that he had craved to feel all these years.

"R―Reiner... please let me go." You let the tears fall, seeing them land on his arms.

"I love you so much..."

"Reiner let her go." Armin spoke.

"I'm not going to let the person I love walk away from me."

"Reiner... you already messed up." Connie said, "Let her go and let this end while she's giving you the chance to do so."

"Reiner, please listen... I don't want you to get hurt." Gabbie pleaded as she pulled on his shirt.

Tears were already rolling down his cheeks as he pulled himself away from you.

You were already missing his warmth. But you knew you couldn't forgive him, not for the way he acted.

"(name) don't blame him for my actions... he doesn't deserve the hate I do." Annie looked at you. "Reiner cares about you―"

"Then you should have thought about that before you did what you did." You said full of hatred, "If it was for me I wouldn't dare help you rescue your father for the crap that you pulled. You killed innocent people, for no reason! I don't even begin to understand why you should be alive instead of my family."

"I know..."

"But I'm not heartless," you explained wiping away your tears. "I wished that I was but unfortunately I'm not. There's innocent people on both sides that shouldn't suffer because of us. They deserve to live no matter what."

"I knew you'd end up doing the right thing." Yelena spoke, "It's what you do."

"Shut up, Yelena." You glared at her, "If it weren't for needing you, I would have left your ass behind to rot in hell. You don't deserve to be here. You're the least person to suggest anything with the ill intentions you have."

"All I did was help like Jean had said." She in innocently said.

"Oh please deep down you enjoy seeing this going down. You don't care about who gets in a fight, all you want is to tear people apart. That's your game, it's what you enjoy because you have nothing else in your pathetic life."

Looking at them one by one you saw what they all all had in common.

"Once we're done with this... I don't want to ever see your faces again." You said looking specifically at Yelena, Annie and Reiner.

You walked away from the group feeling like the air was being sucked out of you. It was getting heavier by the minute as you walked further into the forest.

Once you managed to get far enough away from them you let it all out. Sob after sob escaped from the heaviness of your chest, every emotion that was pent up was coming out.

All you could feel was a giant hole within you.

You had already lost your friends in the past, you'd thought that Reiner would be the one constant person in your life. But you were wrong and it hurt you so much seeing him for what he truly was.

Slowly you slid down against a tree with tightly closed eyes as the feeling of emptiness surrounded you. You wanted to run back into his arms, to have you hold you. Console you, in hopes of that pain going away.

But all you could do was hold yourself and try to get through the pain alone.

A pair of arms wrapped themselves around you, smelling the all too familiar scent.

"I'm sorry for leaving you alone to deal with him." Jean said pulling you into his chest.

"I―It's alright... you needed time." You mumbled into his chest.

"What a hell of a life we live huh?" He asked. "I wonder if Marco is waiting to scold us for the way we are."

"I miss him."

"I miss him too but we can't let him down... as much as we're in pain right now Marco wouldn't want us to do this to ourselves."

"I'm sure he would understand," you smiled weakly.

He chuckled lightly, "Knowing him he would drag us out of bed no matter how bad it would be."

"Yeah..."

"You deserve better... Reiner was privileged to have known you." He rubbed your back gently. "You're a badass who will get back on her feet I just know you will."

Your grip on him tighten.

Reiner was out of your life.

He chose what he wanted and now you had to do the same.

That's all you could do.

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It was like I was hit on the head and I fell in love with Haarlep, so the assistant does the same thing.

You have often teleported to the house of hope before for forgotten documents. They were usually in Raphael's office or in the archive, but now you have teleported to a completely different room. Very red. Tav looks around, huge paintings on the walls, and behind the wrought-iron fence there is a swimming pool, along the shore of which there are pillows, hookahs, dishes with fruits. A slight rustle of fabric behind his back and Tav turns back to such an unconscionably red bed. Raphael had already gone to the table against the wall and was examining the papers. The girl was left alone in the middle of the room, or maybe not completely alone. She met the astonished gaze of the one lying on the bed. Raphael? No, she can see his back to the side right now. Tav stared at someone who looked like him. Although she had never seen Raphael in such a small amount of clothes before.

But this devil's face, it's completely different. Not tough and strict like a master, but so young and soft.

The girl examines him from head to toe and when she meets playful curious eyes, the documents fall out of her hands, flying around the room. She goes down in confusion to collect them. And she no longer sees the revival of the creature caused by her behavior.

"You are so discouraged."

Raphael comments without turning in her direction. Tav looks at him briefly and finishes gathering the papers into an untidy pile, standing up. The girl meets the eyes of the creature on the bed again. It seems that her fingers are ready to straighten out again, releasing the stupid pieces of paper, she has to squeeze them on the contrary.

There are definitely portraits in the house where Raphael is so young, but he seems completely different there.

This man is so cold to her, for sure he has always been so calculating, busy, somewhat dry, she cannot imagine him relaxed and carefree. But the one in front of her... He smiles with interest, slightly tilting his head to the side, considering her as an unknown animal. Forcing butterflies in her stomach and looking for new flight routes. Her fantasy takes the image of the creature somewhere far away from here. He doesn't belong here. There is only room for the heavy, calm flame of Raphael. And this... this is a summer campfire, through which young people jump at festivities. Which pleasantly burns bare feet, causing enthusiastic screams and which smells of summer herbs, sparks from which mix with the stars.

Could he be kind to her? Gentle, affectionate, sensitive? Everything she was looking for in Raphael and did not find. She had never touched devils before, but looking at him, she was sure that he was as soft as a human, his hair was exactly as soft as silk. She wants to take a closer look at him, for sure there are such long eyelashes above his beautiful mischievous eyes...

"Raphael, why did you hide this lovely creature from me for so long?"

The devil on the bed finally spoke. His voice... Tav practically had to cover her mouth with her hand so that a butterfly wouldn't fly out. It's good that he's different from Raphael too. A little higher, much sweeter, but also seems to enjoy his pronunciation and timbre.

"There was no reason to visit"

Raphael answered somewhat indifferently, still busy with documentation.

"It's a diamond, look into her eyes. Not everyone dares to stare at me so shamelessly."

The devil practically purrs, beckoning the girl to him with his hand, she does not dare to resist.

Raphael finally turns to them and chuckles softly, assessing the girl's fascinated gaze.

"As an assistant, she still has to be taught and taught, but I will be glad if you reveal her other talents"

"So just leave her to me," the devil admires, almost licking his lips and giving the girl a hand, pulling her towards him. Without hesitation, she lets the stack of papers fly free again, this time completely ignoring them. She inhales sharply, feeling his touch, the temperature and softness of his skin, feigning a sharp push forward.

The devils laugh at the girl's reaction, Raphael shakes his head and disappears in a cloud of sparks, leaving the hapless assistant alone with the incubus.

#raphael bg3 #raphael x tav #haarlep #haarlep × tav

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theonethatyaks93 · 1 year

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Animaniacs S3 Episodes 1 and 2 Opinions

Spoiler Warning: This review will go into spoilers for the first 2 episodes of season 3. Proceed at your own risk

OMG!! It's finally here! Season 3 is finally here! After waiting one year, three months, and eleven days, we finally get to see the grand return of the Warners and Pinky and The Brain for all new adventures! I watched the first two episodes of this season, and boy, it was a doozy! Anyways, here are my opinions of these two episodes.

Episode 1: Honestly this was a mixed bag overall. The Warner segments were only okay while the Pinky and The Brain segment was great. Honestly, "Season 3 and WB" was kind of slowly paced and boring. The segment from the 2nd season that came before this was also pretty slow and boring. The Warners felt like background characters and the drama felt forced. I'll give them points for giving Nora Rita Norita a bigger personality and there were some clever movie parodies, but it felt slow. There were also some gross-out jokes that were super weird. There weren't many laughs to be found here, also. "How To: Friendship" was a nice follow-up to the previous segment. While I don't think it was as good as the first Pinky's How To, it still managed to be a funny and engaging watch. I feel like that this season is going to focus more on Pinky, since he basically had more screen time than Brain in these first two episodes. Pinky was very funny and I love how much he cares for Brain. His apology song to Brain was hilarious (and Pinky surprisingly has better editing skills than me!) Pinky playing around with Brain using the filters was cute and him moving his hand to pat Brain on the head when he was frustrated was just freaking adorable. I also liked the ending when Brain compliments Pinky for essentially saving him from an explosion. Also, this is the episode where Pinky makes a macaroni photo of him kissing Brain!!! And Brain keeps the picture even after tearing it away!! This was probably the cutest segment from the reboot and I was squealing like a little girl the entire time! There have already been more Brinky moments in these first two episodes than in the entire first season! I can't wait for more!

Episode 2: This was a slight improvement over the first episode but not by too much. "Soda-Pressed" was kind of interesting and Dot did have her shining moments. But all that character growth just goes down the drain at the end. The song in this episode was only okay, and I'm more excited for other songs to come later on. It was very slowly paced and only had a few decent laughs. This was an okay experience. "A Starbox is Born" is probably the best Starbox and Cindy segment but that's not saying much. There were some cute moments and the animation was beautiful but that's about it. I also got a laugh out of this segment so I consider that a win. It still had some slow pacing, but it thankfully didn't run on for too long. "Royal Flush" was a pretty good segment. There was some clever satire, good jokes, and a surprise song that I really enjoyed. I thought that this episode would be focused more on the poker game that Brain was in, but it was more focused on Pinky and his feelings. Pinky looked stunning in that dress and I liked the bond he formed with the Meagan Markle parody. The song they sang was a spoof of "A Whole New World" and it reminded me of the song from "Pinky's Dream House" (An episode of Pinky, Elmyra, and The Brain). This song was really good and I enjoyed it a lot. Also, Pinky is not straight! He literally envisions Brain in the stars during the parody of a romantic song when the Meagan Markle character was singing about her husband-to-be. Pinky is clearly enamored with his friend, and Brain hopefully will recuperate these feelings. I think the writers are hinting at a little something here! Anyways, I really enjoyed this segment, though it went in a different direction than I had thought. (Also, when the horse appears in the stable at the beginning, did anyone get nervous and think Phar Fignewton was back from the bin of dead Animaniacs characters? I sure did!)

Anyways, I think that the Pinky and The Brain segments are very strong, while the Warner segments were just okay. I still have eight episodes to watch, so maybe my opinions will change for the better or for the worse.

#pinky and the brain #animaniacs s3 #animaniacs spoilers #patb #brinky #opinions of season 3

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artsykidwolf-2000 · 1 year

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Hello everyone back at it again with another God of War Fanfic! This time with a special twist to the narrative of Ragnarok!

This is gonna be a "my version" spin of what would happen if Flash went with Atreus to Asgard after him running away. Can't wait to see what happens here!

It kinda a long one!

Hope you guys like it!

An Arm For An Arm

{An OC × Sindri Fanfic}

{Flash x Sindri}

Warnings: Violence, Blood, Severed limbs, "censored cursing", "Dark theme", Old Scars, Curses, Dark magic, Anxiety, Depression, Trauma, etc.

SPOILERS FOR GOD OF WAR RAGNAROK

Heimdall simps I see you (⁠눈⁠‸⁠눈⁠)

Rating: Mostly Fluffy with a splash of tomato sauce {Reader's Discretion is advised}{mostly mild}{Heed thy warnings please}

★★★★★★★★★

{Flash POV}

After Atreus ran away from home and I followed him things have been...both annoying and difficult. Mostly because his Giant Magic rubbed off on me when he transformed to run away. I've been stuck as a tiny ferret dragon ever since we got to Asgard and so forth! Good thing I used it to my advantage bc Heimdall would've offed me on the spot if he saw me. Good thing I can hide in shadows pretty well...

Ever since Odin talked about this mask, it has been very strange on the last mission with Thor. Nearly got my tail singed in Muspelheim. Thor didn't seem to mind me thanks to Atreus lying for me and saying I was a new pet more than a Fae in disguise. My magic has slowly been returning ever since Ragnarok started. More or less when Baldur fought us last. First my power came back, then my speed, now my shape-shifting. All that's left is...

"You seem awfully quiet..." Atreus said in a soft tone, concerning my well-being.

I snapped out of my thoughts, "Huh? Oh yeah...just been thinking of things..."

"You worried about Sindri? Father? The others?" He held my tiny form up to his face.

"Yes, especially after what you've done. If it wasn't for your resistance, Sindri would've have gotten much more damage than just a paw swipe. Just wish I wasn't dragged by you and somehow changed into this!" I pouted.

"Well either way we have another mission...and I have a bad feeling it's something other than bonding time with Thrud" he sighed.

He was right. Once we got down to Odin's chambers. There was Thrud all excited and once he said "Heimdall" I knew I was screwed than from our slight mix up once we first got here. I was pissed to say the least. Heimdall was the last person we both wanted to paired up with. Baldur was a punching bag (literally) compared to his guy! I doubt my speed could match his cockiness and "foresight".

Once Heimdall looked our way I growled at him. He chuckled and tapped my nose with his finger. I nipped at him.

"Woah~ Better keep that rodent in check... wouldn't want anyone to catch anything" Heimdall mocked in a sny kind of way. I hissed at him.

"She's not dangerous...so leave her alone" Thrud sighed as Huginn started to swarm around us.

"You defending a useless animal? Please..." Heimdall scoffed.

"She's pretty useful if you respect her like I do, she's very loyal" Atreus huffed.

"Vermine like that are snacks for my mount...anyways let's just get on with our mission before I grow bored." Heimdall stretched before glaring at me in a thinking type of way.

~~~~~~~~~~

Once we reached Helheim, we ventured around trying to follow this stupid mask. Heimdall went another way thank the gods. Which left Atreus and I with Thrud. She was a spunky lass I tell you that. If anything happened to her so help me...I don't care who her father and mother are. With each battle I could see their bond growing brighter. My crystal just shimmered with pride in this relationship.

"So might I ask something, Loki?" Thrud spoke up.

"Sure, what is it?" Atreus answered.

"Why do you have a ferret companion? How did you two meet?" She asked innocently.

I never gulped so hard. I wrapped over Atreus' shoulders in nervousness.

"My father and I found her when I was younger. She was cold and hungry and we gave her a home. She's been with us ever since. Her name is Flash since she's like lightning with how fast she can move her long body" Atreus partly lied. Thanks for the word play genius.

"Oooh, that's an interesting name. Fits her" Thrud smiled and scratched my head and jaw. Good gods her hand was soft! I started to purr wildly.

"She likes me awww~" She chuckled.

"She also has a mate at home. She terribly misses him."

F**k...way to go Atreus....telling my love life....

"I hope you get back home soon after the mission. I would miss my significant other if I was away for a long time." She smiled.

. . . . .

...I will protect this girl along with Atreus...

After she stopped petting me, the pair opened a door that lead to Garm's holding place. That wolf looked even more gigantic once we got up close. One by one both Atreus and Thrud unlatched two of the three chains locking the giant soulless wolf away. Once we tried to third one, Garm woke up, tearing the very chain off the floor. I had a bad feeling along with the others. Even more disappointment came when the chamber behind him was a F**CKING DEAD END!!!

This mask...getting on my last nerve.

With this grand mistake, we hightailed back out the area. Thrud kept on worrying what Odin would think of this. That coward wouldn't be the least of my worries...

That was until Heimdall showed his smug ass face...

"My My what a mess you two have made! Letting the Realm eating wolf loose! What would everyone think..." Heimdall said in a smug tone. His smug look turned at Thrud for that comment.

"It was a mistake, leave her alone" Atreus spoke up, "I'll take the blame for it!"

"Oh you will...you see with this there's surely no retribution" Heimdall chuckled, "once your gone our lives would be so much better....one way or another... half-breed"

My fur frizzed up. I growled at him. My fangs bared and claws bared.

"Leave him alone Heimdall! Once I'm a Valkyrie-" Thrud spoke up.

"Such a childish dream... you're not ready nor will you ever be..." Heimdall smirked. Thrud threw punches at him. Time after time his smug look grew brighter.

I wanted to wipe it off so fast.

I want to see his face when I punch him...

My fur began to glitter red and gold before I kept towards Heimdall. Both Thrud and Atreus saw as Heimdall almost got clocked by my fist.

My fist?

Wait! I'm back!!

"You better eat those words, Heimdall" I hissed at him.

"I knew there was something off about your little...rat" Heimdall smirked and circled me, "A Draken disguised as a little ferret...I know who you are..."

I glared at him. My eyes changed from blue to a red hue. My fangs bared.

"You're a Fae...An a spawn of Titania no doubt..." Heimdall laughed, "Falishia...how the mighty have fallen...the Failed Dragon King"

"I'd hold your tongue if I were you Heimdall...Do you want to end up like Baldur?" I flipped my long dagger in my hand.

"Please...I know it was the boy's father that killed him," Heimdall glanced at me, "you're nothing but a weak, useless husk of what you once were!"

I growled and swung at him with my daggers. With each swing he kept on dodging or deflecting them. That was until I actually landed a "hit" on his cheek. That really set off some bombs in his head, see him touch his cheek where a tiny stream of blood dripped was priceless.

But...

The next thing I knew was Atreus warning me once I looked at him. Then I was pinned to the wall by my own dagger. Lodging it into my right shoulder. I grunted in pain as I growled at Heimdall who picked up the other dagger I dropped.

"Heimdall stop this!" Thrud yelled at him.

"You hold your tongue girl, or I'll do much worse than what I intended to do to her..." Heimdall smirked and raised my own blade against me.

With one fell swoop he severed my right arm in the middle of my upper arm area. I roared in pain. Blood painted the wall and floor where I stood. Heimdall smirked with pride until Atreus pushed him out of the way while Thrud set me loose.

"Oh gods, I'm so sorry..." Thrud looked panicked.

"don't be... I've been through worse..." I coughed up blood.

"You asshole!! You'll pay for what you have done!" Atreus screamed at Heimdall before running over to me, "This...This is all my fault..."

I wiped tears from his eyes, "no it's not...go back with Thrud... I'll be fine"

"b-but your arm...what will-" Atreus sniffed out before I stopped him.

"Trust me..." I pulled him closer by his collar and whispered, "Thrud needs a friend more than an enemy... I'll find my way home"

Atreus sniffed and wiped his tears. Thrud looked at me and I nodded to her. She took him away. Heimdall looked at me once more before tossing my dagger at me.

"one day... you'll lose EVERYTHING you hold dear... I'll make sure of it" Heimdall chuckled before Huginn swarmed around the three of them. After they left I spat out blood. I looked at my severed arm as it started to turn black and fade away into ash. Sh*t.

Not now...I have to get back...

I slowly got up, picking up my daggers. Holding my bleeding arm as I tracked down a realm door spot. I grabbed a spare realm seed I snagged and prayed to Yggdrasil. Soon the realm door opened. I drudged inside and hoped I'd make it back.

Sindri

That's all I could think about.

Why did my dumb ass self have to get into trouble.

Another door opened up and I trudged inside and to the other side. I could hear the others talking. Kratos and Freya must've made it back from the Norns like they planned. I had to hurry. I pushed the door with my shoulder the best I could. Freya spotted me first.

"Flash! You've returned-" Freya announced before I fully opened the door. I could only see the horror in her eyes once I collapsed in the foyer. The next voice I heard was pure horror to my ears once Freya ran towards me.

It was Sindri.

"Flash! Nononono!" He ran with Brok to my side. He almost gagged at my wound.

"What in all the nine realms happened to s'ya?!" Brok spoke out.

"Helheim...and Heimdall..." I flinched at Freya's magic.

"Heimdall...?!" Freya looked shocked, "why did he..."

"That... Pompous pr*ck wanted to make me suffer more...being a Fae and all..."

"I KNEW IT!!" Mimir gasped as Kratos made his way to us.

"What do you mean, Head?" Kratos grumbled.

"She's one of the daughters of Titania! I knew you looked familiar!!" Mimir said happily.

"Titania...but how did you?" Freya tried to patch up my wound.

"I get around...one way or another... I'm still a Draken but I'm also a Fae..." I sighed then I looked at Sindri.

"She was known as the Dragon King! I know it's a more masculine term but when do dragon ever follow rules" Mimir quoted.

"I can't seem to heal your wound fully..." Freya leaned me up.

"Kratos...burn me" I demanded.

He nodded and grabbed his blades of chaos and lit them a blaze. He started to cauterized my wound. I quickly latched on Sindri. I screamed in pain. I clawed his pristine armor and buried my face into his neck. All I could think about how scared I made him. I kept on whimpering apology after apology into his armored tunic.

Once Kratos was finished, I took a breather, but it wasn't for long until...the curse set in. My wound started to burn with dark magic. I screamed again as a new black arm replaced my old one. Black smoke rolled off the surface like ashen soot bellowing out of a volcano. I then passed out into Sindri's arms. My body taken its toll for something I could not stop.

"The Dragon King's Curse..." Was all I could hear from Mimir before nothing...

~~~~~~~~

Once I woke up, I was in my room. Sindri was sitting next to my bed. I could see a bandage wrapped around his head now. Did Atreus really hurt him more than I thought? I can't imagine what he was thinking before I came back.

"Sindri?" I said hoarsely.

"Flash...!?" He perked up. He wasn't the only one that perked up. A little black blob moved in his lap then popped it's head up.

"Crimson...?" I spoke up. Crimson chirped and wriggled her ferret like body over to me from Sindri. I cried and held her close, "you're back! I was so worried..."

Crimson chirped then bit my nose.

"Ow! What was that for?!"

She huffed and turned to Sindri. When I looked at him closer I saw he'd been crying. His eyes and cheeks were all puffy and red.

"Sindri...I...I'm so sorry" I leaned up to reach for him but he quickly grabbed my hand...then my black arm.

"What is this? Mimir said it was a Curse..." He said with a stern tone.

My ears drooped a bit, "Yes but it's more of a weird blessing...people call it a curse bc of the magic...it's something we must contain once we take the oath of Power" I looked at my hand.

"I thought we'd be more honest! You should've told me!" He said with more vocal concern.

"I thought it never would lead up to this...I thought it wouldn't be...not since..." I started to tear up which he rarely seen me do. He cautiously touched my cheek.

"Since...what?"

"I lost my best friend...and my first love..." I sniffled out. Crimson whimpered then tapped my ruby crystal that was on my choker necklace. It showed a picture. A memory.

"Her name was Scarlett...she was the only one who could stand me and told me I smelled good. We were inseparable...until one day when some rogue dragons came to destroy everything...and me." I clenched my fist. "She told me to run when the leader found us. She turned into a wyvern and fought the best she could. I couldn't help her bc I couldn't transform properly...she died as a result of me being weak..."

"Flash..." Sindri said quietly.

"and now..." I looked up at him with a tear stained face and touched his bandages, "I couldn't protect you from Atreus...Atreus and Thrud from Heimdall...or you from the horror of seeing me!"

Crimson tried to lick my tears away. She purred sorrowfully as she nuzzles my cheek. Sindri moved to the bed, sitting next to me, he hesitantly wrapped his arms around me. Being brave about his fear of the beasties he lifted my scrawny ass into his lap and sat criss-cross on the bed with his back on the wall. Crimson looked at him and smiled and returned to being my left arm tattoo.

"I guess I haven't been honest too...you earlier actually scared me than beyond just scared" he spoke out, "Long before Atreus was born, Brok died in an accident at the forge...I went to the Lake of Souls to get him back but...I couldn't get the last part of his soul back...I could still feel the Souls clawing at me. Once I returned Brok thought he was just knocked out for a while...it's eaten at me ever since..."

"Sindri..." I placed my hand on his cheek.

"I hope you can forgive me..."

"You sound just like my twin sister...she brought me back to life after...an "accident"...that was after a bout of sadness after Scarlett's death... I'll spare details" I sighed, "Promise to never leave my side, and I'll do the same?"

"I Promise"

"Good" I hugged him tightly. He hugged me back.

Once we pulled away he noticed something clink against his armor. It was a blank crystal on a golden chain. The crystal sat just on his sternum.

"What is this?" He lifted the crystal.

"It's a symbol, the crystals represent the heart, usually it's on a simple cord with beads or something but I thought a gold chain would do nicely... normally the more finer metals are saved for females for....engagement" My ears turned red as my cheeks as I looked away. Once I looked back up at him after hearing a squeak I saw he was beet red and steaming from the head. Uh oh.

"Sindri?" I cupped his cheeks, "Sin-DRIIIII?! Mmph?!" He soon kissed me without warning. I kissed him back. We stayed like that for a long while before departing. We rested on each other's foreheads. He then soon flinched doe to his injury.

"I love you" he chuckled.

"Love you too, ya pansey" I smiled, "come on, the other must be dying to see if I'm ok or not."

He nodded and we both got up. Hand in hand we made our way down to the foyer. There Atreus was waiting with the others. He looked like we went to Helheim again. He lifted his head to see me.

"Flash! You're ok!!" He raced up and hugged me.

"Told ya I would be, I hope I didn't scar ya too badly"

"Not too much, but I fixed my mistake with Father, nothing to worry about now" He smiled.

"I'm glad" I smirked and ruffled his hair with my new arm.

"Woah...cool arm..." He gasped.

"I'll tell you more about it later, Kiddo" I winked and saw Brok trudging our way with something in hand.

"Fixed y'er daggers! Figured you'd want something less f**cked up since it's touched by that taint-stained prized show pony" Brok handed me new daggers made from my scales.

"Thanks Brok"

"Figured you want'a match your new accessory ya' gave us a scared about! Don't ever do that again!" Brok huffed.

I laughed then turned to Kratos. He looked at me like he had a plan.

"I know that face...you have a plan, Kratos" I put a hand on my hip.

"A simple one...Since Heimdall not only wants to kill my son but people I considered family... there's nothing better than a fair trade" He grunted.

"and what's that?" I smirked evilly

"An Arm for An Arm"

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Champagne, Cocaïne,Gasoline

A/N: This is my first time posting on this website, but I thought, why not? It is inspired by Don't Threaten Me with a Good Time by Panic! at the Disco. I do not own the character Cú Chulainn, yada, yada, yada, English is not my first language and all. CW: self-destructive behaviour,(slight) addiction, misuse of drugs and alcohol, drunk driving, self-harming behaviour, depression Wordcount: 2500 Underlying Cú Chulainn x Reader PART 1| PART 2

You jolted awake, a haze before your eyes, a siren whaling in your ears. Your throat leaves a groaning sound of pain as your eyes try to focus on something - anything at all if you will. Nothing seems to be in your reach, as you try to grab something as you work your way to stand, but falter and end up on the ground again. Your knees are like pudding and your fingers have no feeling to them. Your brain is pounding in your skull and you shakily exhale - letting the exhaustion get a grip on you again.

But this is not the beginning of this story. This is rather the end of it - if we would have followed a common structure.

And you weren't the one to tell either.

He has unusually taken form as a Berserker. Some factors of his summoning also caused all of his equipment to change and reversed his temperament. His expressions become cold, and the crimson demonic spear that is his Noble Phantasm has been mixed with darkness, overflowing with a foreboding aura.

Cú Chulainn Alter was your servant long enough by now to have a grasp on your behaviour - even though, you rather should have had a sight over his madness. After all, it seems like he is the one who has to have an eye on you most of the time. You have surrounded yourself with some of the most absurd servants, he could have imagined. Mostly because they are so engulfed in their own worlds - and their ideals - that it sickens him to even watch them. You always look a bit exhausted, but even if asked (by one of the few kind souls your summons have answered), you just dismiss the call by ignoring them or just saying that your mana was drained. But this was not the case at all. Your resources of mana were hilariously huge and no one really needed that much energy to sustain themself.

The mad king was by your side - like most of the time (probably because he was your go-to servant). His crimson eyes follow your every move. You've pulled out your phone and texted someone. The profile picture was the same as the days before and he had concluded, that you have been texting with someone - very regularly and mostly frantic, jabbing texts into your phone like a maniac. But this time, your moves were a lot more controlled as you let your phone fall. He did not bother trying to catch it and watched as the screen broke, diagonally through the middle.

Your message cannot be delivered. You have been blocked by this number.

You were chugging your who-knows-how many shots, in some derelict bar you'd found on the way to who-knows-where. The berserker was still next to you - in a tight-fitting black suit he got a while ago. Most of his more macabre features had vanished - mostly his tail, which would hinder him from following you. But the crimson tattoos were still under his eyes and on his arms, as he rolled up his sleeves. His muscular features got rid of most of the crazy humans that were trying to hit on you in your current state of drunken daze - and those who even dared to walk in your direction went away faster than a flash after he snarled his canines towards them.

You have had enough of being betrayed by the ones you liked, your allies. You felt like a wounded animal, but instead of licking your wound, you turned towards the things, you yearned for most of your life after pain was inflicted onto you - the rush of alcohol, the numbness of everything and the happiness that comes with a little help of a line or two.

A happy grin was stretched wide over your face as you took another shot, but as you pointed at your empty shot glass, the barkeep just shook his head, denying you your next drink. A snort of annoyance escaped you. You turn on your heel, the world twisting a bit too much as you walk straight to the door - or what you thought of as a straight line - your servant (of course) right behind you, following your every step.

The engine of the sports car roared as you speeded down the street, not really caring about the thought that you could cause an accident or die while driving in this state. The berserker next to you also seems to not give a single fuck about the way you drove the streamlined car. After a short while of driving you found the next best thing - a high-society nightclub, you have visited maybe once or twice in your life. You passed by the line of peasants and right into the club - the bodyguard just watched you puzzled as he was pushed aside by the mad king, who followed you into the club. The club was busted with people, dancing skin-on-skin and some sketchy guy was passing on little sachets in exchange for fat roles of cash. You walk towards the bartender, pointing out a bottle of absinthe and try your best to negotiate a price, but in the end, you just paid a whole bunch more than you could imagine. Take a sip from the high-percentage alcohol, letting it burn down your throat as you walk to the sketchy guy, offering him a bundle of cash. The man slowly fumbled in his jacket: "Babe, if you go on, you might pass out in a drain pipe", he mumbled, taking the cash in exchange for the little bag, while you just grinned, taking another big sip.

"Oh yeah, don't threaten me with a good time"

The mad king was very much not amused as you stumbled out of your car, into the bar and basically threw your money at the barkeep as you took the booze. You were high and drunk - and you still wanted more, it seems like this, as you were taking a strange bag from this peasant. He snorts in annoyance. What were you thinking? The absinthe in your hand and the drugs, in the neckline of your dress, are hidden from sight as you walk into a corner of the club, scaring away the people that sat and letting yourself fall onto the couch as your servant took his place next to you. He was very unpleased with your behaviour. But alas, he could not change your mind right now as you start to chug down the burning liquor. You cross your legs, one hanging in the air as your eyes cloud even more, getting dull by the minute as you put down the booze. An exhausted sigh leaves your mouth as he inhales your liquor-stained breath. It was really disgusting. You slowly close your eyes, exhaustion seems to take over your body and he is ready to get you back home. His eyes wander over the crowd, but stop as he hears the sound of you opening the little bag and inhaling it content before taking another big sip. The crimson of his eyes was on you as you stood up, headed toward the dance floor.

You were thrown out of the club again - not really sure why - as you stumbled towards your car, opening the side of the driver, falling halfway in, as you thought you'd throw up into your own lap, but pulled yourself together as you watched Cú Chulainn get into the passenger seat, still smooth and with a stoic, calm face, watching you pull out of the parking lot and onto the empty street. You drove like a mad lad through the streets and stopped at a gas station after you noticed the low of your tank. You grabbed the fuel faucet and started to pump gas, after missing the tank the first time (you really wanted to throw up at the smell of gasoline on your dress, but you didn't). But you got it after some trying - much to the displeasure of the man behind the counter. He yelled at you, something about wasting precious resources but he was silent after you smacked some hundred dollar bills onto the counter and left, the clacking sound of your small heels followed you as you sat back into the car. Your eyes wander towards your servant - or were there two of them? Since when did you have two Cú Chulainns in your front seat? "Ah, fuck it", your voice sounded strange to yourself, a troubled mumble while you start the car - starting off with too much speed, making the car jump forwards before you got to the right speed. Your fingers just loose over the steering wheel, letting it slip from your grip as you drift off the empty road. Luckily for you, you were out of town and Alter pulled the wheel straight, grunting slightly. You're letting fully go off the steering wheel as you push the gas pedal down to the ground. Your servant seems a bit in distress or confused as he steers the wheel to drive. You start laughing - you never thought he would do that (you really believed, he would have let you drive into your death, but to be honest with yourself, you forgot he was her for a while). After some time, your laughter died off and as you arrived in the new city you let go of the gas pedal, bringing the car to an unpleasant halt as it died off, stuttering and in the middle of the road.

Cù Chulainn Alter was kinda exhausted as he was technically forced to drive for you at this high speed until you just - stopped. He was confused as to why you suddenly were so eager to get out of the car but followed you after turning off the car and taking the key (just in case). You've stumbled towards a guy in a chiffon skirt, muttering some words of exchange, he could not hear as he stepped up, being next to you again, as you started to empty a beer bottle. He would have been impressed with the speed you tried to do it, but it took not too long, before you nearly suffocated yourself, as the beverage poured all over your chest as you tried to breathe for a short while. The stranger smiled wide as he handed you a pair of hot pink high heels. You on the other hand were not that happy as you slipped off your original shoes and put on the heels. You were a bit wobbly at first, trying not to fall, as you started laughing with the stranger, leaving the mad king very confused, you turned around and waved your goodbyes, walking away wobbly, trying not to break your ankles while walking. Still laughing, you started twirling. It was probably far past midnight and it was way too cold, even though it was summer, the nights were still freezing. And you only got a dress on. Cú Chulainn sighted, as he changed into his ordinary outfit - seemingly out of nowhere his armour was back in place, the big fur coat hung in bright crimson red over his shoulders and his tail slowly swung from the right to the left. Glancing over at you he clicked his tongue as he threw his coat over you. You stumbled and nearly tipped over from the sudden weight added to your small frame, as you threw the coat off your shoulders.

A grunt escaped you, captured by surprise as Alter threw his coat over you, leading you to stumble and nearly fall over with the heels. You tossed the coat back to your servant, grunting in annoyance. "Leave me the fuck alone", you hissed. Stomping away, your servant still on your heel. Your mind was misted by the rush of the alcohol and the drugs you took. Gripping harder onto the bottle of beer you still got from the stranger. You've had enough of the play of sympathy and fake affection people try to throw in your direction to lure you in. Only to break you and throw you away, after they got tired of you. "I said fuck off!", you yelled, throwing the bottle at the berserker, who dodged it smoothly. "If I would 'fuck off' you would die", he said - probably the first words he said the whole night. "And if so. I don't fucking care, okay? Just - just let me die then", you hissed, ending in an exhausting sight, turning your back to the servant, starting to move forward again. Tears started to pool in your eyes as you slowly dragged one foot in front of the other. Slightly sniffing as you wipe away the wetness of your eyes. "As if anybody would care", you mumble. Clearly, your up was over and you've hit rock bottom - or it feels like this as you keep walking, ignoring the servant behind you.

After a while, you found yourself back in another bar, but it was not too long and the barkeeper told you they would soon close. After a short discussion, you've got a bottle of booze to take with you as you left the bar behind you. Again stumbling through the streets of a strange city you didn't know. You were exhausted and really just wanted to lay down, or sit down or something like that... Another big sip emptied the bottle in your hand. You shook the bottle, disappointed from the sudden loss of your last joy as your eyes started to wander over the place. No one was there. No one. Not even your servant. Strange. He really just went away after all. He probably was tired of taking care of such a useless master, who could not even take proper care of herself and turned to drugs and alcohol to wash away the problems that towered over her. A sad sight escaped your mouth as you turned to walk again, but you stopped.

"Take a seat, master"

The berserker stood next to a shopping cart, the chain that normally holds the carts together was ripped apart. His huge coat laid out in the cart as his crimson eyes wandered over your sad figure. You were not moving, just holding back miserable tears. He stepped into action, picking you up and laying you down into the cart, carefully warping the crimson coat over your shivering figure. Your eyes were matt and dull, exhausted from the small bit of world you've got to see. But that small part of the world was not really kind towards you and it just ate you up and spat you out again. He pitied you, as your eyes moved to hover over his huge frame, which seemingly took over your whole vision.

"The world is no kind place for such a soul as yours.

But no worry, master.

My spear will never fail you."

#cu chulainn alter x reader #cu chulainn alter #cu chulainn fanfic #x reader #reader is female

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thepocket221 · 1 year

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Can you write a fanfic for Naven (Epithet Erased) with a sick s/o?

heck yeah!!

i could have easily gotten sick🤒 mixed up with sick😎 but LUCKILY THAT DID NOT HAPPEN /lhj

Naven with a Sick!Reader

fic is under the cut!! (also reader is gender neutral!!)

also maybe slight spoilers?? nothing too bad, just more so for the future of epithet rather than anything in prison of plastic (i think)//

love him

he’s silly (i’ve seen anime campaign and know of the horrors to come)

kinda goes concerned mom mode

gotta make sure the loved one is okay!!

i love his stupid voice omg🫶🫶

ow. Ow. OW. Right as you had gotten up, your arms gave out as your already pounding head hit the pillow as you fell back. Normally pillows were soft, but this one hurt. As a matter of an already-stated fact, everything hurt.

——

Meanwhile, humming up a sweet little ditty was said malewife. He was on one of the bottom floors of the oh so very tall building, making you a nice breakfast: some french toast with a fruit bowl on the side! The fruit was mainly apples. This building doesn’t have many other fruits. Don’t question it.

You normally would have met him in the kitchen by now… of course, you did seem a tad bit off the previous night, so maybe you just needed to sleep in a little.

Well, a little while—another hour— passed and you still hadn’t come down yet. The breakfast Naven had prepared went soggy after his many attempts at preserving it, so he took that as his other sign to go up and check on you.

——

A couple of floors later and he is in front of the room you two share. Okay, you share it with one other person, Yoomtah, but A) she has a considerably more spacious area of the room so it’s basically hers at that point, and B) this isn’t about her /lhj.

“(Name)?” He soft voice almost sounded like a whisper as he calls out from behind the curtain separating the two rooms.

You can’t respond. You want to but you can’t. Your throat feels like it’s closing in on itself.

Naven brushes aside the curtain and enters, finding you in your half-dead(not really) state.

“Oh my!” He rushes to your side, yet also keeping his distance, “Darling, what’s wrong?” did he forget the lack of response you gave or is this just a force of habit for him?

You painfully began to turn towards you lover but upon seeing your winces and disgruntled face, he gently places a hand behind your aching head to help.

Oh, what to do, what to do?

He ponders for a moment, taking in the situation you are in, “Hmm, I don’t think it would be a great idea to make you take and hard pills just yet.. Perhaps I’ll focus more on making sure you get something to eat” he stated, his eyes are closed yet filled with concern, “Some soup should help clear up your throat a bit!” Naven smiled. Before he stood up to leave, he placed your and down gently and patted it… which he immediately regretted upon hearing your groan. Any and every movement gave you a terrible shot of pain.

“Ah! Sorry, dear..!” The worry came back in and instant and he took that as his notion to leave and prepare your meal.

——

Ever since you had started dating Naven, he always had a sort of an antsy yet endearing aura about him. As if he’s hiding a terrible secret but still trying to appear as normal as possible.. or at least as normal as a guy who has his eyes closed 24/7 yet still wears glasses can look. He was kind of a weirdo, but he was yours🫶

——

A considerable amount of time had passed and Naven returned. He carried a little tray with a bowl and a glass of water placed on it. He sat down next to you again after placing the tray on the bedside table, “Dear, could you sit up?” Naven’s soothing voice seemingly lifted you as if the words and his tone themself could accomplish physical tasks rather than just being sound vibrations. It didn’t hurt. No, you finally felt some relief when you moved. How does he do that? How does he make the pain go away?

He grabbed the glass of water and your hands met as he handed it to you. You smiled, he had such a warm and comforting presence. God, you loved your boyfriend.

The cold liquid woke you up a little bit as it made its way down your soar throat. It felt nice to get something down it, but the pain soon came back. You placed the water down on the table and rubbed your throat; eyes shut from the pain as you winced a little bit.

A forlorn expression planted onto Naven’s face as he pressed a hand against your cheek and slowly rubbed his thumb in a soothing motion, “Oh dear, I’m so sorry. I know it must hurt, so I won’t take up any more of your time. You definitely need all the rest you can get.” Sadly, he moved his hand away to grab the tray with the soup, set it in your lap, picked up the spoon, daintily stirred it a bit to make sure the various spices and seasonings hadn’t settled to the bottom, and began to lead a spoonful to your mouth. The tiny amount of soup being brought to you smelled as if the spices in it were fighting each other to the death.. but in like, a loving way. They all work together to make the food taste good but still have some sort of rivalry about them. The only way you could tell was from the steam that filled your nose and you can almost feel as if you can breath through it again. As the warm substance hits your tongue, there is a hint of spice that seemingly won the fight of the seasonings. Naven took notice of your slight expression change, “Ah, the little kick it to help clear your nose as well.” He smiled. You could feel your throat’s pains from before begin to lessen the more you took in. This was some damn good soup. Maybe you should get sick more often… that would mean more of this glorious broth filling your senses in the most whimsical of ways.

——

Upon finishing the meal, Naven moved the tray aside back onto the bedside table, helped you lay back down, and planted a soft little kiss on your forehead, “Get some rest, love.” He whispered as he turned off the lamp and began to leave.

Just before he had placed the curtain between the two rooms again, your weak self finally found the strength to speak, “Thank you..”

He turned his head in your direction, “Of course.” a loving sigh and heartfelt chuckle came out as he said that whilst pulling the curtain to where not so much light could seep through. Your tired eyes began to become harder to keep open, so instead of fighting a losing battle, you were lulled back to sleep.

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GAAAAH I LOVE HIM BUT ALAS I KNOW WHATS GONNA HAPPEN TO HIM😭<//33

okay that’s it, thank you and stay safe🫡🖤‼️

#glenn moment #requesting glenn #thank you anon!#epithet erased #epithet erased x reader #ee naven #epithet erased naven #naven nuknuk #x reader #epithet spoilers #epithet erased fanfiction #epithet erased fanart #ee fanart #also made little edits in picsart hehe

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apothecaryforwearysouls · 6 months

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Hiiii! So I wanna write something cute and fluffy to kinda counter all the grim shit I've been writing lately but I'm kind of a bitch when it comes to details. So I just wanna get Uth right. Got a few questions.

What's his relationship with the FotA? Did he spend time with them? Did/would he treat patients?

Is he the type to fall in love quickly or does it take time?

Would he ask someone he's interested in out or wait to be asked out?

How does he feel about interacting with kids and teenagers?

How's he feel about animals? And weird animals?

When he's interested in someone how does he act? Like body language and such.

How's his demeanor in Fallout? Is he very sure of himself? Outspoken? Shy? Soft spoken?

What is he attracted to in terms of physical and non-physical?

How does he feel about partners with kids?

Can I get a full physical description of that gorgeous man, please?

Favorite things to do in his spare time?

Pet names. How does he feel about them? Does he use them? Does he like someone using them on him? What are his favorites to use?

Favorite foods and drinks? Does he drink alcohol? Use chems?

<3333 EEEEEEYESSSS!!!

1. So Uth spent quite a long time with the followers after his departure from the BoS. Spending a few years wandering the wastes and writing the history of discovered tribes and learning their healing techniques. He didn't take part in many major surgeries but tended the wounds with poultices and after care type things. Made sure people recovered and got back on their feet.

2. He is definitely the type to fall hard and fast. A 2 ton bag of bricks lol. He isn't even slick about it just teen romance staring lolll

3. He definitely is a mix, if he's feeling really confident he will come right up but if the person really caught his eye and notices they like him to he will play coy.

4. He likes kids and teens for the most part but can't stand shitty spoiled kids at all lol.

5. Oh the weirder the better! He is at heart a big pet dad and spoils them often!

6. Okay so going off the one above. If he likes you he is a tease and a flirt to no end. Absolutely does the hand touches and subtle things like that. They have his full attention whenever they want it. He makes them feel like the only person in the room.

7. His Fallout self is a little more rough around the edges. He still has his gentleness but he is ready to pull iron at a drop of the hat. That sort of gunslinger bravado with a field medic tender care and bedside manners. A man out for justice and what's right but isn't afraid to cut a bitch if that makes sense. I will say he doesn't raise his voice often. Only in situations in which he is very angry/upset. His tone otherwise is low and soft.

8. Oh boy what is this mountain of a man attracted to. Tbh he doesn't have a type per say. He is a flirt at heart but he falls for the eyes first and foremost. The story they tell and the way they see him. It's less a physical thing and more of an attraction to attitude and who they are/how they act. He does have a love for long hair though. Loves they way it frames people's faces.

9. He doesn't mind one bit if a partner has kids whether blood or adopted. Especially not in Fallout. To him the world's to big and to dangerous to worry about things like that. He knows what it's like to have a history. He'd love the little buggers.

10. Hehe I will do my best as I can. I can get rather bad at descriptions lol. Okay so Uth stands around 6-6 300lbs. He's always been a big man and tempered his strength with learning how to have a careful hand. His hair is a dark dirty blonde color. When down it falls to his shoulders but most often keeps it tied into a bun/tip knot. He is muscular in the arms but has a bit of a tummy (think body builder instead of dehydrated moviestar look) he wears roadleathers long worn and torn in places with a dark FotA overcoat. His eyes are a piercing blue and have a slight glow to them when in dark areas.

11. Favorite things to do in his spare time is read and/or make various notes and diagrams about the flora and fauna of the world. He has a skilled hand when it comes to realistic drawings.

12. Oh big pet name fan! He loves using them, calling others by them, and he will use the normal ones for sure but always thinks of a specific one for those he really cares about!

13. He loves stews alot and most communal foods. He's never one to eat alone. He likes to eat and share stories around the fire. he for sure loves Alcohol although he isn't much of a drinker. He likes to drink socially and appreciate the flavors. Chems on the other hand he tries to stay away from, even stimpaks, he knows they have their place but he is very careful about how he uses them.

#<3 #my oc #uthorim #i loved this!!!!#feel free to ask more!

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clowncollectr · 4 months

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Unsolicited LiangLee content for the 8 billionth time

Oughh I really gotta work harder on keeping this blog up to date. This is a commission from Aki / Reza (Twitter: @WindsSight) I wrote a silly little drabble to go with it. You can read it on AO3 but you can also read it below. There's also a bonus doodle I drew at the end of the fic if you read it here. Cheers!

Something between hello and goodbye ---------------------------------------------- “It’s called a cell phone”, Lee said matter-of-factly, holding the device out towards him.

Well, yes. Liang Xun knows what it is. It wasn’t that he'd never heard of one before, but it was rare to come across such a thing in the city where he grew up. The part he was confused about was that currently, the cell phone was being handed to him.

These types of devices are fairly expensive. They’re the kind of product not owned by most people. For the most part, they’re only really used as a luxury item or as a tool for organizations to communicate. But even for most companies, messengers, radios, and custom devices are the preferred method of contact. It’s a wonder how Lee managed to get his hands on one. He’s heard before that these things are more popular in modern cities, which have the necessary infrastructure needed to make them work. Cities like Lungmen. Perhaps it was something like a souvenir that the carp had acquired. But why give one to him of all people?

Liang Xun accepted the object in front of him, but the look of slight confusion on his face didn’t disappear. He found himself staring back at his reflection on the black screen, not quite sure what to do with it.

Lee didn’t seem too surprised by his reaction and only moved closer to offer assistance.

“Want me to show you how it works?”

“I suppose so.” he responded. This was very much out of his area of expertise.

As if Lee had rehearsed it all beforehand, he explained the basics of the device, such as how to turn it on and off, how to maintain the battery, and other basic utilities like adjusting the time and volume. It wasn’t long before he finally reached the question that had been on the Kuranta’s mind, which was how to use it to call and message other people.

It seemed easy enough, but eventually, Lee furrowed his brows a bit after suddenly remembering something.

“Ah well, I guess with the amount of friends you claim to have, the only other person you know with a phone might be me.”

He had a slight look of guilt on his face, but it wasn’t enough to discourage him from continuing his lesson. Apparently this cell phone device did a lot more than just allow someone to communicate with others. Liang Xun had heard a bit about this too but didn’t realize the extent to which it could be utilized. Lee was listing out so many random features, he was starting to realize why this thing was considered a novelty. There were a mix of items from tools that sounded useful, like keeping track of the weather and recording documents, to features that felt almost unnecessary, like watching television and discussing his thoughts with strangers.

While listing out all those things, Lee suddenly snapped his fingers, recalling something interesting.

“It lets you play games too. A certain employee of mine is always using his phone for that.”

Liang Xun looked up from the phone, tilting his head inquisitively at the vague statement before asking:

“Games like the ones we used to play?”

“Oh, no. Apparently the games children like to play nowadays are very different. I’ll try to remember some of the ones he’s mentioned. There are games where you can pretend to tend to a farm or govern a city. There’s more. Let me think…”

? Why would he play a game where he could pretend to do his actual job? Liang Xun didn’t quite understand, but he politely let him continue speaking.

“Games that are puzzles, like matching three of the same object by moving the objects around. I believe there are even some games where the goal is to collect various cute animals or characters. Those make sense. Everyone likes to collect things. And it’s more convenient for it to not take up space in your home, don’t you think?”

Liang Xun sighed and spoke his thoughts honestly.

“I don’t have the time for frivolous things like that.”

Lee responded with a small shrug. Just like before, it didn’t seem like he was particularly phased by the other’s comment.

“I figured as much.”

That reaction was no surprise to Liang Xun either. His friend was good at understanding people, which only made this whole interaction more confusing. What on Terra made Lee decide to give him a cell phone? Still, he was always willing to listen to this person even if their thoughts were hard to follow sometimes. He had relied on Lee’s ability to understand things easily during that time in Shangshu. So maybe it’s his own fault for not being able to understand people as quickly as the carp. The only thing he could do was what he always did in a situation like this. Wait and listen patiently.

During this time, Lee had reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a small piece of paper. He unfolded it and waved it gently to get the other’s attention.

“Lucky for you, I’ve got another employee who likes to stay busy like you. She was kind enough to put together some thorough notes for you, so you’ll have to thank her next time you see her.”

The paper was handed over to Liang Xun, and a small smile appeared on his face once he read its contents. From a quick glance, it was a very detailed list of suggestions for things he could do with a phone. Everything from the names of various applications, what they did, what physical item they might replace, and how they could make his life easier. Ideas for how he could use the phone to keep track of his meetings, to make sure he eats healthy, to ensure his quality of sleep was good; it was as Lee said. Very thorough. And certainly, he will have to put aside some time later to find Waai Fu an appropriate thank you gift.

Lee saw his positive reaction and smiled back. There was always the chance that Liang Xun wouldn’t like the gift, even if he’d never say it out loud. At the very least, he looks convinced that the thing wasn’t totally useless. The older you get, the less you want to change how you do things. Honestly, Lee was grateful to have so many young people around him. He often ends up learning how to do interesting things from them. Those kids had even taught him how to make a website to advertise his agency.

But Liang Xun likely doesn’t have anyone like that. It’s doubtful that he’d be near very many young people considering his work and personality. That stubborn guy probably only ever reads old novels, and the closest thing to an exciting hobby he has is calligraphy. Too traditional. It would do them both some good to step out of their comfort zone once in a while.

“I know you prefer to write, but you can try talking to me with that thing sometimes.”

Liang Xun nodded and responded with some amusement.

“Of course. And no doubt I’m grateful but…why get me something like this knowing my preference? You weren’t getting sick of my letters, were you? I imagine you weren’t too pleased after the last one I sent you.”

It was partly a joke with some truth mixed in. He was definitely curious. It wasn’t like there was a holiday or birthday to celebrate, so he didn’t understand the occasion for such a gift. Liang Xun thought that his words were casual enough, and he was mostly poking fun at his own shortcomings for asking such a big favor last time. But when he saw the cheerful expression on Lee’s face drop, his heart sank along with it.

Suddenly the mood between them had become a little awkward. He must have said something wrong. Maybe it was offensive or it reminded Lee of something that made him unhappy. Either way, he regretted saying it.

It was only for a minute or two, but there was a silence that left Liang Xun’s previous words unanswered for what felt like a painfully long time. By then, he was already thinking of how he should apologize, even if he didn’t know how he had offended him.

Lee beat him to it, speaking before he could say anything. His words were a little hesitant and there was a hint of embarrassment in his body language.

“You want to know the occasion? It’s…I was thinking that you’ll be going to the capital soon. And when you get there, I doubt you’ll have time for something as inconsequential as writing pointless letters to some old, unimportant friend…

Hah, I’m joking. I know you’d probably still try. But I was thinking this might be easier for you.”

Those words made Liang Xun realize that Lee wasn’t angry or upset. It was obvious now in hindsight. If someone gives you a tool to communicate with, it means they want to talk to you. He really was too slow to catch on to these things, and he’d basically forced Lee to admit the obvious. It should’ve been him that was embarrassed right now, not the other way around.

He looked back at the thin, black metal device in his hands and ran a thumb across the screen. It had powered off on its own at some point and now all he saw was his and Lee's reflection. Actually, it’d been a long time since he last saw them standing together like this.

For a moment, he thought about whether the phone could take photos. Surely it could. It would be nice to take one together before they go their separate ways again. He thought about asking if he could take one but stopped himself. Maybe it was too sentimental of a request. It felt a bit awkward to ask. Instead, he just made a promise that he knew would make the other person happy.

“I’ll keep in touch. And I’ll definitely learn how to use it.”

It seemed like those words were what Lee had been waiting to hear. His good mood returned instantly and he began to excuse himself, promising not to waste any more of the newly appointed advisor’s precious time. They exchanged their contact information, and after that, they exchanged farewells too. Soon Liang Xun found himself alone in his room again, filled with fine decorations and furniture similar to the ones in his old estate. The imperial court’s way of showing it rewards hard work and loyalty.

Even though his room was comfortable, it didn’t carry the same feeling of home that his old friends from childhood tend to rouse from his memory. He felt the same as back when he had to say goodbye to them after school. It wasn’t the end of the world, and they’d probably see each other again. But it was always a little melancholy. Though any meaningful goodbye will feel that way.

He didn’t have much time to dwell on it. Without warning, a ping noise suddenly came from his phone, catching his attention. Liang Xun looked at the screen and found that it had turned on by itself. His first ever message. The sender’s identity was obvious.

Let me know what you’re up to sometimes. Also if you need anything just use this, it’ll get to me faster

The short message was followed by a cartoonish image of a cloudbeast making a winking face. From his understanding, it was the text equivalent of closing off a letter? Was it a custom to end every message with one of these images the same way? Or maybe its main purpose was to allow the sender to express what emotion they were feeling at the time of sending. It seemed like a useful feature that wasn’t feasible with letters, so he would have to look into how to send them back.

Well, he’ll figure it out eventually. ---------------------------------------------- Btw this is what happened after he discovered gacha games

#lianglee / 梁鯉 #miko the clowncollectr's fic tag #miko the clowncollectr's art tag #miko's arknights art tag

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In the G1 episode “Trans-Europe Express”, we are given this incredible map of the Europa 2000 race.

Now, I don’t often call out animation fuck-ups, especially not relatively minor ones or one-off errors; Especially in the 80s, it’s just a fact of the way these shows got made that you’re going to have errors at a much higher incidence rate than any modern animation, for a lot of different reasons.

But I love this map. LMAO

Spelling Words Good, or Not: Language is, in fact, difficult

I don’t know which element of it is my favourite; I like how the slight shadow on the misspelled “I” in “Ciech” seems to suggest that it was spelled another way before they rubbed it out on the cel and then wrote over it with another letter.

Which means that there is a non-zero chance that at some point, it may have been spelled at least somewhat more correctly, but then made incorrect in someone’s self-doubt around their spelling skills.

Special shout out to “Rumania”, which historically was actually a correct spelling of Romania in English for quite a while-- Just not in the 80s when they were making the show! :’)

I can understand having a hard time trying to draw an outline of Europe if you have about 15 seconds to get a cel done and just have to put it through to get the show made, but the spelling is something that could have likely been checked in a dictionary or encyclopaedia (this was the 80s, so no Wikipedia yet) fairly easily-- But that’s assuming they had one nearby, and had the time to mess with it if they did.

(I’m aware that some studios/individuals did have a stray dictionary floating around in order to help check English words that needed to be added to background elements like store signs etc., but not all studios did this, and who knows what the situation was when this map had to be made.)

To be fair, it is worth noting that the letters themselves are legible, and although I can’t remember which animation studio handled this episode specifically, they are absolutely writing letters that they may not be super familiar with writing out, so I definitely give this some points for being fairly easy to read, errors and spacing issues aside. (It’s hard to write in a language you may not be all that familiar with, using a writing system that is very different from your native language!)

The rubbed out “I” shadow in “Ciech” also tells me that someone was at least trying and considered it long enough to try to fix it/doubt their spelling, so there was effort here. It’s just unfortunate that the end result is somewhat chaotic, but I do respect that someone at least sort of tried!

Time Constraints: Much like the race itself, they gotta goooo

I think the biggest issue here was most likely some kind of extreme time constraint in getting this done, because this feels more rushed than actually half-assed to me (the shadow on that “I” tells me there was at least an attempt made, lmao, I have to believe that someone was genuinely trying to get this right), but the end result inevitably gives the same feeling as someone drawing a map on a napkin for a tourist quickly while standing on the curb outside a café.

That having been said, this map is a shit show, and I love it.

I like to think that this map was made by a spectator of the race for a non-local friend of theirs so that they could have a general idea of what the race route is, which would explain why it looks like a napkin map and why the country names are all in English.

I have to say, I also loved the mixed capital cases on “BuLGAliA”.

The “Switz” crammed into the tiny space but then “Albania” being fully spelled out and just written across borders is also extremely funny to me, for some reason.

Regardless of anything, this had to get made at lightning speed and it was only intended to be on screen for a few seconds, so that’s worth keeping in mind; At a very brief glance, a kid who has never been to Europe and has no understanding of geography would probably take this at face value without any issues at all, and G1 was a toy advertisement for children, after all. Kids in Europe may have very well gotten a good laugh at this, so it might be one of those errors that ends up being win/win.

But I love this map so much. Just look at it. Hell yeah.

Geography is Probably Important to Note Here: History Matters

Also, for those less familiar with European geography, it’s worth noting that this episode went into production in 1984/85, so maps of this region might look a liiiiiittle bit different nowadays compared to the mid-80s, lmao.

For comparison, here is a map of Europe circa the 1960s, which still isn’t the mid-80s, but for some reason this is the best map I could find that isn’t hyperfocused around one sub-region or the other and it’s generally more accurate to the mid-80s compared to a map from today:

So they had the general idea more or less right, it’s just that the Europa 2000 map is what happens when you don’t give animators enough time to fully reference stuff! (Or even enough time to trace an actual map outline.)

Anyway, Tumblr crashed on me twice while I was trying to make this post, so I’m leaving it here-- But shout out to those of you who live on or near the Europa 2000 race route! :) <3

#transformers #G1 #maccadam #maccadams #fictional maps #fictional map #transformers g1 #europa 2000 #analysis post? lol #analysis post #long post

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