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yourlocalstranger123 · 11 months

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Tignari & Cyno

Reader as kind of a sugar daddy/mommy [the atmosphere while typing this is so fcking awkward 🥲]

Warning:NSFW,

Apologies advanced: I'm sorry if you didn't want to use a strap, but right now, I'm not in the mood or have enough energy to write a separate one for F! reader and also F! Reader strap, it has fake cum as she has a button to release it.

This is the backup writing for you to enjoy since im going to take like more than a week to write the flirty villain [kinda?], Creator writing.

Characters: Tignari & Cyno.

Content/parts:

First: crack with sugar daddy/mommy reader. [Kinda?]

—NSFW—

(1.) Cyno's punishment [you're here!]

(2.) Cyno with tignari and care taker Reader. (Or nurse/doctor reader)

(3.) Tignari aphrodisiac mushroom

(4.) Tignari's heat.

(5.) Cyno & tignari x Eremite Reader

Note for content: cyno & tignari x Eremite reader. Ik, it sounds random, but the idea from it was: HAVE YOU SEEN THOSE EREMITES? THEY. ARE. H0T. 😳 YOU CANT SAY NO, THEY AREEEE. PLEASEE. I WOULD LITTERALLY GO ON MY KNEES FOR THEM—

[That what my friend told me to put. Honestly, I would do the same...]

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Tignari + Cyno

Cyno litterally makes 10x more jokes than usual around you. Even though it doesn't really make you laugh, you think it's enjoyable. While Tignari....not so much- Which he is glad at. Oh, his reaction is so cute and funny when you gave him limited edition cards. Except when he said that he'll pay for it even though it's a gift...

"This...is for me? W- wait! I'll pay you 1 million mora tor these!"

"Cyno. It's a gi—"

"2 million mora?"

"...." *friendly but firm holding of his shoulders*

"It's. a. gift."

"..."

"2 million, 500 thousand mora—?"

"Cyno, if you keep talking about giving me mora for a damn gift, I will literally go around Teyvat and even sell my f-cking soul to get more."

"Yes ma'am/sir-" *feeling shivers down his spine. Although....why does he feel hard down there—*

Dang. He made sure he'll never make you mad. Tignari is just mentally slapping himself on the forehead at this. You still give him the limited edition cards everytime it was released.

Tignari always thanked you for your kindness for playing supplies to do what he needs as a forest watcher. Although you still pay and give him stuff even though he has more than enough already....

"Ah, [name]. I already have more than enough. Thanks for offering though—"

"Accept. It."

Tignari with trembling hands as he accepts your forceful gift. Yeah, he ain't going to be on your bad or evil side. Hope to the archons that Cyno doesn't go too far.

....At least he can spoil himself with your gifts.

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(1.)

CYNO'S PUNISHMENT

"Hah....how many times have I told you, don't touch yourself?"

Cyno whined. He struggled trying to get free from the ropes and touch you. "M' sorryy!" and "Please!" Comes out of his mouth.

"If you keep whining with that mouth of yours, I'll gag it."

Cyno immediately shuts up when you say that as your hand tightens around his thigh. Letting out a whimper as a plea.

"First, you went home injured without even stopping to get a doctor or even at Tignari's. His house is way closer! And now you're breaking our rules? Touching yourself without permission. Now that's not what good boys do."

Cyno whined, wanting to beg for your mercy and forgiveness, but you didn't let him. He choked on a moan as he felt your knee rubbing against his crotch.

"Aren't you enjoying this too much? Maybe I shouldn't touch you for a whole week...."

Cyno cried a plea to keep touching him. He leaned onto your shoulder, sobbing in pleasure as it overwhelmed him.

Suddenly, Tignari came in. He paused as he saw the sight of Cyno tied up on your bed, and you pinning Cyno down on it. You turned around seeing tignari cover his drooling mouth as his ears slightly tilted downwards. His face is red as his ears twitched.

Tignari just stands there, watching the lewd scene of Cyno panting as he begs to have your touch. Tignari snapped out of his thoughts when you told him to come here. He kneeled beside you, gripping his pants in hopes you don't know. You rub his ears as he softly moans. Biting his lips to refrain the noise further but failing. His ears twitched when he saw Cyno already looked fucked out when you finally start stroking him as you finger him, kissing his prostate. You can feel his hole tightening and his cock twitching for attention, knowing that he'll cum.

"P- please? Wan- Na- cUuM!!"

Tignari tried helping him get over the edge, but you stopped him by tugging his tail, which maid him yelp as pre-cum sticks onto his pants. Cyno's eyes shot wide open as you stopped your movement, edging him. He squirmed as he clenched around nothing. He started sobbing, spreading his arms open and closing and opening his hands, wanting you to come over to him and touching him :(

He was laid down on the bed as Tignari got on top of him. Leaning in to kiss him. You let what Tignari wishes and desires to do with Cyno as you watch in amusement. Cyno pants in heavy blush, silently whining at Tignari to touch him already. Tignari easily gave in his pleading, taking off his pants and undergarments. Pumping both of their cocks.

Tignari's ears twitched as the fully tilted downwards. Cyno's legs started to tremble as he covered his mouth. They both rolled their eyes, saliva running down their chin as they both looked fucked out. Tignari finally fell on Cyno as his body gave up, supporting him.

Cyno flinched when he felt a cold medal going into his hole. He moaned into the sensation as he squirmed. It was a butt plug. You started fingering tignari as he whined but didn't stop you. Instead, he slowly tried thrusting back to make you go deeper as his head was thrown back when he felt your fingers abusing his prostate.

"Ngh— [name]...! Stop teasing me and put it in already– UgAhhH~!"

He felt his mind gone blank when you started pistoling his hole. He bit Cyno's shoulder to refrain his desperate moans, leaving a mark. Cyno soon felt pleasure overridden pain, whimpering in pleasure. Cyno watches everything drowsily with lust as he gets hard again. He kissed Tignari, making out with him.

"Mnm~ ah!! W- wait, slow down! I'm cuMinG!"

He came, ears twitching as Cyno grabs him and kisses him. The last string snapped when Tignari clenched around you, making you cum in him as he whined from being do full

F! Reader: You decided to finally give him his little reward [unlike Cyno, who broke the rule] pressing the button as Tignari drooled at the feeling of being so full

You put Tignari on the other side of the bed. Cyno starts to kneel on his knees, obediently waiting for you. He laid his head on your legs, eyes practically saying that he wants to have his turn to be ruined and fucked.

He teased you and tried to rile you up by showing the butt plug you put in him.

"Please....I've been good, haven't I?"

Pouting for your attention. You pretended to be thinking about it even though you'll give him a reward anyway.

I- I'll ride you! Pleasee? I just want you in me!!"

And here he is, riding you like it's the last time. He felt so full of you, touching the bulge that was caused by you, made him closer to the edge. You put your hands on his hips, helping him get to his climax as he cries a silent scream. He flopped onto your chest as he snores and slept soundly. You should probably wash them early in the morning, but for now, they will sleepily cuddle you.

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sadbreadloaf · 5 months

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i got you | zhong chenle

❅ | pairing : bf!chenle x reader

❅ | genre : fluff, first time ice skating with him

❅ | word count : 627

it was your first christmas together with chenle. you were so excited to finally do those cute couple christmas activities together.

“baby can we make christmas cookies? or maybe a gingerbread house?” you ask with a huge smile. you had a whole list up of things to do with your boyfriend.

“i don’t know… i don’t want the apartment to catch on fire…”

“reallyyy-? i swear i've gotten better at cooking”

“sure… you can tell me that when you burn mac and cheese again”

“alright alright we won’t do that." you scroll through the list a little more, "oh what about ice skating?”

“ooo now that’s a good one, i love ice skating”

“wait, but i’ve never tried skating before…”

“hah, i can watch you fall then" he laughs.

you pout, “nevermind then…”

“i’m kidding, i’m kidding, i'll teach you don’t worry babe.”

“aww thank you”

later that day, you and chenle get to the outdoor skating rink. the ground was covered in soft, shining snow. the sun was shining through the fluffy clouds and snow was falling on your head.

chenle grabs pairs of skates for you and helps you tie them up. as he’s doing it, you brush the snowflakes off his head.

“baby, how am i supposed to stand?”

“you can hold on to me, don’t worry”

after getting his own skates on, he helps you up, and leads you to the ice. he steps onto the ice first, then faces towards you. your legs were shaking, either from the cold or the skates, you couldn't tell. chenle could see how nervous you were and he couldn’t help but smile.

“here babe, hold my hands, i got you” he holds his hands out for you to grab.

as you step onto the ice, you panic and start to slip a little. you let yourself fall onto him a little and he catches you.

“chenle, help, i can’t do this…”

“don’t say that, i’m right here, i got you. here, try standing again and don’t let go of me”

as you stabilize yourself, you look up to see chenle smiling at you.

“are you laughing at me…?”

“no babee, you’re just so cute when you cling to me” he giggles.

you can’t help but smile back.

“alright, so what you’re gonna do is angle your feet and try to push yourself forward with your skates," chenle explains "remember, don’t let go of me, i'll always be here.”

as you slowly start to get the hang of it, you can feel yourself gliding across the ice smoothly and you slowly let go of one of chenle’s hands.

“there you go babe, i knew you could do it.”

“thank you, it’s a lot easier than i thought.”

“do you wanna try doing it by yourself?”

“no, i like holding your hand”

chenle laughs, “alright then”

you skate around the rink a couple of times in silence. even without saying anything, you could feel the connection between you two. his hand in yours. the warmth of his hand flowing into yours. just being next to him made you feel so loved.

“thank you for convincing me to do this, this is really nice.”

“im glad you liked it, and thank you for teaching me how to skate.”

“of course babe, although, it is sad how i didn’t get to see you fall yet…”

“hey, don't say that, you’re gonna jinx it” you whine, slightly pushing him.

“oh don’t you start that,” chenle pushes you back a little harder and starts a little fight between you two.

you both eventually end up falling at the same time. you and chenle laugh loudly without a care in the world.

"you suck" you laugh.

"i still love you tho" he smiles.

a/n: i haven't gone ice skating in sooo longg. (someone go with me please :D)

#nct #nct imagines #nct scenarios #nct fluff #nct dream #nct dream imagine #nct dream scenarios #nct dream fluff #chenle #nct chenle #chenle x reader #chenle fluff #chenle imagines

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forlorn-crows · 9 months

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I absolutely love your writing, the "First Time" MountainDew fic almost put me in a coma, I beg you, I desperately need more of them and if Mountain could edge Dew to hell and back and make him cry and beg and then take care of that little mess he is, I would simply ascend. I would die for gentle giant Montain honestly. Please and thank you, if you decide to write. Also never stop writing okay bye 🖤

im glad you enjoyed that fic, i really liked how that one came out! this prompt was a good distraction for me today and from my WIPs, so thank you for that.

a little bit of water ghoul dew and gentle edging earth boy mount for you.

Mountain speeds his hand over Dew’s leaking cock, swallowing all the sweet little moans huffed into his mouth. He smiles against his lips when he starts bucking against his hand.

“N-no, don’t—Mount, please—”

“Not yet, water lily,” he mutters. “A few more, hm?”

“Uhn,” he whines, reedy and desperate. “Lemme cum, please lemme cum.”

Mountain slows his strokes, thumbing over the slit. Slow and teasing, just enough to make Dew gasp and sob. The hot tears pooling in his eyes spill down already damp cheeks, dropping onto the earth ghoul’s collarbone in little splatters.

“Mount.”

“Uh uh.” He gives the base of his dick a squeeze. Dew almost howls, even more precum spurting out onto Mountain’s hand before he pulls it away completely. ”Wanna hear more of those pretty noises.”

The water ghoul drops his head onto Mountain’s shoulder, sweaty hair falling over his face. His hips are still stuttering, fretfully chasing a fading release. He grumbles. The bigger ghoul runs a soothing hand over his fluttering spine fins. They’re damp and cool with sweat, fully fluffed in Dew’s worked-up state. The warm touch births goosebumps all over his back, and he sighs at the tingly feeling.

Mountain places a small kiss to Dew’s temple. “You’re doing so well, darling. So so good for me.”

Dew huffs. “Be better for you if you let me cum,” he mumbles into the earth ghoul’s skin.

“That so?” Mountain pushes back the damped locks of silver hair with gentle fingers, smiling at the streaks of tears and the damp lashes on his drooping eyelids.

Those same eyes scrunch up as his cock gives another involuntary twitch against his stomach. A pained sound falls from his lips, swollen and red from where he had bitten them to stave off release.

Mountain signs and nuzzles his nose up and down one of Dew’s horns. Holds him a little tighter. “Always make such pretty sounds,” he says softly. “Could really listen to them all day. Jerk you all slow until you can’t take it anymore, that lovely mouth right against my ear so I can hear everything.” His hands are already roaming again, dipping down to knead at the tiny swell of Dew’s ass.

“Fuck,” Dew hisses.

“That’s it.” He dips down to ghost his lips over the gills on Dew’s neck. The tiny fins quiver under Mountain’s mouth. Dew lets out a breathy moan and tips his head to give him better access.

“Touch me,” he begs. “Please, I’ll be good, won’t cum, but—hah—your hand, you gotta—” Dew continues his nonsensical babbling, pushing his hips further and further into Mountain’s lap.

“Yeah? I gotta?” Mountain runs his fingers over the fins on Dew’s hips. Light, teasing. Edging closer and closer to his ruddy cock.

“Yeah, yeah.” Dew clutches the back of Mountain’s neck like he’ll pull away if he doesn’t—though he might just, considering the long afternoon they’ve already had.

“Yeah?” Mountain dips his tongue into his middle gill just as he palms his tightly draw-up balls, and Dew nearly loses it right there.

“Lucifersevenhellsfuckingbastard—” The earth ghoul cuts him off by sealing his mouth over the span of his gills and giving a squeeze to the base of his little cock. More of those sweet noises pour from Dew’s mouth unbidden as his big hand works him over once more; short, wet strokes as the water ghoul’s thighs twitch with need. Mountain’s hand wraps around him completely, never leaving an inch of his cock untouched as he strokes.

“You wanna cum, water lily?” Mountain purrs.

Dew keens, tossing his head back. “Please, oh Mount, please let me cum.”

The earth ghoul polishes the flushed head with his thumb, teasing the foreskin back. “All over my hand?”

“Fuck—yes, let me—”

“You really can’t hold it in? One more time? You said you would.” His voice is honey-sweet, but his actions are anything but.

“No, nonono.” Dew cants his hips into his hand, close to the edge just as quickly as he was ripped away from it.

“You’re sure, darling? Want me to give it to you?” Every movement of his lips teases the fins on his gills. The shivers down his spine are relentless, making his cock kick with every wave—and every wave brings him closer to desperation, closer to the point of no return. The way Mountain strokes him certainly doesn’t help him any.

"Yes—uh—please."

Mountain hums, the end of it leaning more towards a moan. If Dew wasn’t two seconds to busting, he’d notice the shaky inhale, the heaving of his chest that follows. “You always beg so sweetly for me. How can I resist?”

“Fuck,” Dew cries, tears spilling over once more. “Close. Tell me—tell me I can.”

“Go on,” the earth ghoul whispers. “Cum for me, water lily.”

As soon as the words are out of his mouth, Dew’s arching into his hand, sobbing his name as he spills all over his knuckles, even splattering a little onto his own stomach. Mountain just holds him, groaning as some of the milky fluid dribbles onto the bulge in his pants. Later, he thinks.

Dew collapses into him, chest heaving, arms wrapping feebly around the bigger ghoul. He tucks his face into Mountain’s neck, huffing hot, humid breath onto his skin. The earth ghoul rocks him gently. Whispers tiny words of praise into his silver hair. Ignores the way his ass slots perfectly over his crotch.

Later.

#ask #assasinprocrastinator #ficlet #the band ghost #fanfic #the band ghost fanfic #ghost fanfic #mountain ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #water ghoul dew #mountaindew #mountain/dew #dew/mountain #still not doing too great but writing a lil something actually did help #so thank you #off to bed now

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hopelessdazai · 8 months

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OMG, you’re headcanons for Kunikida we’re just *chef’s kiss*

Can you do NSFW headcanons for Atsushi too?

AHH thank you so much!! I'll try my best to fulfil your atsushi needs!! <3,

Atsushi nsfw headcanons

contents ; nsfw, gn reader, switch atsushi, oral ( m!receiving )

atsushi loves the traditionals, slow romance, pure appriciation, and praising your body and loving every inch. but as soon as he's inside you? Good luck trying to walk the next day !!

he's very soft to you, praising you every second he can and constantly making sure you're okay with what hes doing. especially knowing how rough he can be.

breeding kink. I'll say it now, atsushi adores to watch his cum drip out of you when he's done. he'll of course listen to your preferences, but he adores to fill you up and let you feel stuffed to the brim.

quickies !! atsushi is usually too shy to ask, but he'll go through times where he needs you so badly, and before you know it you're either pinned against a bathroom stall being fucked relentlessly or having your throat expanded by his cock.

his dicksize is probably around 6.5 inches. around 5 while he isn't hard. it doesn't sound like much but he knows it'll keep you begging and blabbering until you can barely think straight.

petnames. so many petnames. atsushi loves to whisper into your ear while he fucks you, and he most definately adores to top those with nicknames such as "pumpkin," and "sweetie."

he hits deep like an animal. maybe it's because he's part tiger, but his stamina is most definately something to be admired, that's for sure.

his favourite positions are probably doggystyle and missionary. in either which way you prefer to take each other in.

whines so loudly. sometimes you can feel bad for the neighbors, purely because of how loud he is. but it's such a wonderful sound to hear!! it's a sign you're just his sweetheart and you feel so good.

Scenario ;

if you told anyone you remembered how you got into this situation, you'd be lying. though, you probably wouldn't have it in you to tell anyone in the first place.

"shi- mnh~ [name] y-you feel amazing, please-"

atsushi panted out, almost desperately. you were so glad nobody else was in the office at this time, so so glad. he wasn't exactly being quiet. though, you usually didn't mind. you gag as you feel him pull your head down further, though.

"im- im so close- please~ hah~ swallow it, baby~ all.. all of it- nnhg~"

I hope this was good for you!! thank you for your request <3 - zai

#atsushi nakajima #bsd atsushi #bungou stray dogs atsushi #atsushi x reader #atsushi smut #atsushi x y/n #atsushi x you #bungo stray dogs smut #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs imagines #bungo stray dogs x you

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alchemicaladarna · 2 months

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o//

OP! You ain't have to put me in my feels on the significance of Bads presence/absence. It's so scary! But that's why I love and appreciate his qsmp addition and care for the eggs. Let's be real honest. If Bad did not do what he does.. we would have more than four eggs dead and gone. Fight me on that if feeling frogy. Hah.

We literally almost lost Pepito last night. Phil and Bagi resorted to OG methods of finding him,(the map, which is unreliable) they did not know what to do during vital seconds before death. They were stuck. Okay? That's scary. No other parent is really thinking of those things, especially now, new server and busy schedules. Bad mentioned to qphilza that he should set up the pearl chamber for chay and lullah and he kinda brushed it like nah.. its all good. Mmkah sir.

Thank you Bad!!!

Bold take but I'll say it: Every creator wants or enjoys the EGGs presence but not all are actually willing or able to care for said egg/s. (Still waiting and in hope for the 2 life system to be a thing of the past because it gets stressful.) In real life it take a lot to care for child and its no different on qsmp.

It take the village and when events come up in real life(vacations/conferences etc) it gets scary on the server.

It was awesome for em sunny and pepito to get a bday party and as much i love seeing all the little egg beans bounce around and thrive.. with only three adults? - My mind: PLEASE!! I'm so glad we don't have an active enemy yet..

I could go on but im not going to right now. Pfft. I'll be nice. Watching bads streams of the eggs pov have given a new light.

GG Batboyhalo

OMG WAIT I ONLY SAW THIS NOW NO WAY💀💀

Yeah, exactly!! Listen, even dead, bad still makes sure that the eggs are and will always be first priority. There's a reason why he set all that up before he died.

Also like, even recently now that he's alive again, even though he doesn't remember the eggs, he still has this like instinct to protect them.

The memories may be jumbled but the love is still there.

#qsmp #qsmp badboyhalo #qsmp eggs #(HOLY SHIT I HAD ASKS THIS ENTIRE TIME)#im so sorry this was so late btw😭😭

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suffarustuffaru · 7 months

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Have you ever heard of or played an official rezero mobile game called Lost in Memories?The game features a story that is a retelling of the anime and it also divided into 3 chapters: "Main Story"，"Ver. Main Story" and "IF Route". The game features branching paths that lead Subaru to a different outcome of the story，turning into a "What IF" scenario.

But what intrigued me the most was arukoru, a character who looks exactly like suabru, but is much more cold and heartless and supposedly comes from the failed loop where subaru had tried to defeat Petelgeuse.It's really interesting and refreshing for me to see a different version subaru not from those if routes of canon novel series,and I really like arukoru's characterization and identity, but it's a shame that he's barely mentioned and discussed in either Japanese or Western fanbase.

ANON IM SO GLAD YOU ASKED BC FROM WHAT IVE SEEN OF LOST OF MEMORIES IM QUITE FOND OF IT (though i dont know everything oops T^T) AND ALSO IM QUITE FOND OF ARUKORU/ALCOR. ALMOST NO ONE TALKS ABOUT HIM SO I KIND OF HALF THOUGHT I WAS THE ONLY PERSON WHO KNEW ABOUT HIM ALJSFLJS

but yes. i sadly have not played lost in memories and i have not watched Every Second of it unfortunately hah but!!! the branching paths it has are very interesting <3 and alcor is definitely very interesting to me, even though i dont know every detail on him. and okay for anyone seeing this and doesnt know who alcor is, you can have a picture of him:

look at him with his thigh highs and galaxy sword fr............. what a guy.....

i think like a year or two ago i actually made like a small drawing redesigning his mask just bc i didnt like it lajsdlfjd. i love the jagged purple "scar" in the mask and the black feathers and the piercing eye but it does not look very visually appealing to me. imo. so i think i redesigned it to be like a skeleton mask of a ground dragon (and yeah one of the eyes had that jagged scar still) to still incorporate the white + feathers? and also bc he seems to be using similar looking skeletons in this photo for reasons i dont know?? is that his power?? but anyway yeah. otherwise i think his design is kind of. a banger? just a bit HAH.

anyway so. yeah like what anon said - alcor's another version of subaru thats turned out this way bc hes from a failed timeline where he tried to fight and defeat petelgeuse and he died like. Way too much. but also alcor is like?? an "illusion" at the same time?? created by this purple haired elf lady?? who was in turn created by this green haired elf lady whos teamed up with subaru to help him recover his memories bc "lost in memories"?? okay if anyone knows the full story behind this please feel free to explain if youd like aljdflsjdf. but i think its interesting seeing - you know, another version of subaru appear in the "main story". like i think alcor is kind of similar to amnesiabaru in this lense - iirc alcor seems to insist that hes the real one, but its kind of. tragic. bc hes kind of not the real one at the same time, if he really is an "illusion"?????? but also he IS another version of subaru, one that grew cold and empty and jaded. hes so Tired, i just kind of. pity him.

i considered using him for a fic once aljdsfljs along with using some other slightly more obscure / underrated versions of subaru (such as aganau subaru yeah) but that fic never got off the ground iirc but yeah. i think hes interesting and definitely another way to explore like. a version of subaru that has a complicated relationship with subaru. like not just HIMSELF, but you know - MAINBARU. its interesting, i think, that hes defensive. that he seems to have this chip in his shoulder. and hes definitely rough at the edges bc his whole design shows that - not just in like an edgelord way bc of all the black and purple lajsdlfj (and even then its a fun contrast to his normal black/white/yellow color scheme) but theres the bandage on his arm, the mask, the name change (alcor), the when he takes off the mask, theres dark circles under his eyes. dude is tired and i think hes distant from himself too bc hes, well. Alcor now - not entirely subaru.

and also yeah he died a shit ton of times to petelgeuse.... poor dude. needless to say i am a big fan of all versions of subaru and his many flavors of Identity Issues.

Live Mindful of Death (死を意識して生きる Shi o ishiki shite ikiru): Live Mindful Of Death is a second Authority which allows Alcor to recreate or force changes in the timeline after his death if it does not end how he wants it to end. He can alter events or prevent possible situations which can completely change the timeline to his liking. This even works on realms where time is non-existent. The change during a reset are strong enough to bring back the world after it's destruction and revive or recover anyone no matter their condition.

Memories: For some unknown reason, anyone who has some intense bond or connection with Alcor will slightly remember past iterations of the timeline before it is reset, similar to Deja Vu. Though knowledge is limited, it can help them predict future events which is extremely useful to any allies of Alcor as they can predict what will happen next, unless the timeline was changed far different from it's previous incarnation. It can also be used in a fight to throw of his opponent by using an attack they didn't predict or fighting in a way he hadn't done before.

Penalties: The butterfly effect of Alcor's reset is completely out of his control. This means that any changes Alcor's Authority produces can be manipulated, what happens beyond said time is completely unknown. Future events could happen entirely differently after he changes the timeline and nothing like his prediction. He would have to use the ability again if he wished to change the timeline to his preference.

^^^ ALSO REZERO WIKI SAID THAT ALCOR HAS THIS ABILITY??? IS THIS REAL??? THATS KIND OF. TERRIFYINGLY INTERESTING?? LIKE THIS KIND OF POWER IS INSANE GODDAMN.... CAN YOU IMAGINE THE BUTTERFLY EFFECTS THIS WOULD HAVE....?????

#rezero #natsuki subaru #alcor #yeah ig ill tag alcor #ask #ok but if alcor really does have that ability thats literally fucking insane. LITERALLY INSANE. what the hell. im so morbidly curious now #but also im surprised thats not discussed more??? if it really is a thing in the game??? thats wild

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pebiejeebies · 7 months

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ISNT IT FUNNY? - Poll below.. read warnings please.

TW: Curse words, Full caps, Vent/Rant (I got very angry here.. sorry)

(If you are sensitive to the topic of LGBT, Alterhumanity, Vents/Rants, please do not read.)

Before you read, understand that most of what I say is an example, nothing more, nothing less. And I support and love Alterhumanity and LGBTQ+ equally, no more, no less. And If I worded something wrong, do tell!

Im glad to hear you two aren’t actually mad at me.. (Talking specifically to @chocolatespyro and @thelittleprinceconfirmed , but this is for everyone, don’t leave yet!)

I kinda feel like a little child or something— you know, for telling me I’m not wrong.. hah.. but eitherway thank you both for explaining what’s right and wrong, I “sorta” thought I did like a HUUGGGEE horrible thing so like I took a moment alone for a bit, then I came back to your very calm words.

I’m never used to people talking to me so.. nicely, (especially in a sensitive topic like this) that’s why I might fuck up and say I messed up even though I had the complete right to speak. (Which shows in my “apology” post, I literally deleted everything cause I thought it was a stupid idea to talk about)

Sigh, I guess since it’s fine from the both of you, I guess I can talk about it again. Honestly thank you for comforting me and such. I expected WAAAAAAYYYY worse.. (haha trauma go brrr) but yeah, back onto the topic.

(THIS IS THE START OF THE TOPIC IF UR UNINTERESTED IN WHAT I SAY FOR THEM <;3)

The topic (if you didn’t know) was basically about how people reacted towards LGBTQ+ and Alterhuman coming out situations..

(I think if you go to my profile and use #my polls you might find a broken and messy reblog of it, cause I deleted the text/poll aha..)

Let’s do an example, shall we? (NO HATE TOWARDS LGBT. JUST AN EXAMPLE)

We all love it when we hear the appreciation posts say: “Be who you are! Never hide your true colors! Show yourself to the world! Never be scared to shine!” And so on.. but why do I feel like it’s mostly aimed for humans (aka LGBT), not Alterhumans.. (IK THERE ARE APPRECIATION POSTS FOR THEM/GEN)

If an Enby came out to their parents, (like in America or a country that supports lgbt) there’s a good chance they’d be supported by their parents, or friends, or both! (WHICH IS VERY GOOD, DONT TAKE IT THE WRONG WAY!)

But alterhumanity has an issue with that, (Still in America or a country similar to it) if I ever said to my parents that I was a therian and a fictkin, they’d either laugh thinking I’m joking or smth, or they’d think I’m out of my religion for being an Alterhuman (WHICH IS COMPLETELY UNREALISTIC! SEARCH IT UP!) I researched so much for a good week or two, learning about therianthropy and fictkinity, and it doesn’t even affect your religion! Satanist? You can be a Alterhuman! Christian? You can still be Alterhuman! Etc etc..

It is an Identity, you identify as an Alterhuman, just like how you would identify as a part of the LGBT!

(Keep in mind that I know what LGBTQ+ people go through, and I’m so proud of them for fighting back all this horrible hate)

Back to the main issue, which was the “Coming out” issue. like I said earlier, if you came out as an enby you’d most likely get good treatment, like flags around pride month, and freedom of expression! (And Like hearing people use your pronouns, which probably feels so great <3)

Now let’s look at alterhumanity.. If I wore a tail or ears out in the public.. will I get the feeling of “Be who you are! Never hide your true self!” In those painful stares of disgust and shame? If I ever hissed “accidentally” in public, wouldn’t they just make fun of me? (Which.. sadly happened once.. never again.) and so on..

What’s my point you say?

LET. EVERY. CREATURE. EXPRESS. THEMSELVES.

Where is the equality everyone talks about?! Have you seen how much HATE VIDEOS of THERIANS, OTHERKINS, AND SUCH?! It’s RIDICULOUS.

It only infuriates me because you (not targeted dw) say “Be who you are! Never hide! Show yourself to the world” then go all “What the fuck are you wearing.. are you a cat boy?! Cringe asf..” or “You do know ur human right?” OR ONE OF THE MOST INFURIATING THINGS TO SAY TO US “You wanna get treated like wild animals? I’ll get my shotgun and hunt you down lolol”

Aaahhaha funny indeed! (I might be overthinking again, sorry)

You don’t see enbys (NOT TARGETED. ITS AN EXAMPLE) Get called “You know you’re human right?” Yet every day (not literally) I see a new post on therianthropy hate, mocking of them walking on all 4s or showing their beautiful howls/roars/meows/squaks.. etc etc.. (This sort of happens to furries as well, they are so misunderstood. </3)

It’s frustrating when I show myself to this world after they ASSURE me and TELL ME ITS FINE.

then all I get is a

mocking

stare

DISGUST.

even after they say “I’ll never judge you”

(Take a moment to breathe, and think about this so far, I don’t want you to get tired because of me, <3)

Sigh. I guess this accidentally turned into a vent/rant (since I was more comfortable talking about it.. makes sense I guess)

Now, the thing you (probably) came here for.. The Poll.

(Be a little more detailed in your opinion please and explain if ur talking to me or not/gen, and please reblog/nf so more people can vote/nfnfnf)

Thank you for voting/reading (I like looking at statistics, that’s why I made a poll btw.)

Here, have a cookie for being so patient!

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loverofcats14 · 2 years

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The obey me brothers and dateables. (If not just Diavolo or Asmo) with a reader that is half incubi but tries to suppress those urges but everything just snaps one day??

Haha we share the same mind!

The Demon brothers never realized what your true nature was. You were a lust filled half incubis! You always suppressed your feelings to your friends however;at some point it failed when your heat season came. You tried suppresing it by putting ice packs in your clothes. And by sleeping earlier than usual but you can't keep it up for long-

You rammed into your room taking off your clothes in a frenzy. You needed your body to be free and pleased! But sadly you weren't so quiet to the build up

Lucifer: He heard you run to your room as he felt worried. He walked up to your room about to knock until he heard something heavy hit the floor- He opened the door to see your chest heaving,your hair all messed up,and your entrance leaking with cum. But the part that got him the most was how you were clutching his infamous jacket hugging it tightly- "It smells like you haha-"You just saw him walk in and didn't feel embarrassment.

"I um, hah, not fully mortal Luci-" you huffed your eyes filled with tears looking at him. Lucifer wasn't going to embarrass you knowing how he as well had animalistic urges. He also felt his tip leaking with precum as he walked up to you. "Don't worry my dear Mc you will feel so good I promise~" he sighed kissing you

Mammon: He was going to ask you if you found goldie and try to steal Levi's money until he heard a noise and ran up to your room. "Yo Mc! What h hah-" Mammon was in the doorframe as he saw you using a dildo as you let go just layed there. "Mammon I need you please- this doesn't compare to you~" you whined taking it out. Mammon felt glad you went to him and no one else. He started pulling his sweatpants down as he grabbed your thigh."Only come to me for this stuff human, I'm ya first." Mammon smiled as you knodded your head.

Leviathan: He was chilling in his bathtub playing some games as he heard a ding from his DDD

Can you please come over-?

Sure I can come Mc after my round! Σ(๑ゝᵕ•́

Please make it quick!

Levi was surprised he knew you never interrupt his gaming session. So he dropped his game knocking on your door. As he came in he was so close to passing out. You were in a very tight night gown it ridden up showing your cum ridden thighs. "Mc you shouldn't ask a yucky otaku for thi this kinda thing-!" Levi squeaked. "Please Levi, you are the only one I trust with this~" Leviathan's jealously kicked in he would be livid if you asked someone else. "Lets start number 2 player!" Levi started grabbing your thighs as you whimpered.

Asmo: To be fair he had an inkling you weren't normal mortal. And when he wanted to catch to in the act and he did. As he mused closing the door he saw you humping your pillow. "Aw Mc, let me help you~" You stopped as Asmo framed your figure. He started touching your nipples as you moaned so loudly. You tried holding it in as Asmo smiled. "Asmo don't hah tell anyone about me you know-" you whined as he kissed you. "This will be our little secret my Mc ♡ Besides Im expertised in this sort of thing haha!"

#obey me brain rot #obey me smut #obey me brothers #lucifer fanfiction #obey me requests #smut #obey me #lucifer my beloved #obey me mammon #leviathan smut #asmo obey me

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hangesdarling · 21 days

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bad idea — m. ikishima

REQUEST. If it's not too soon since the last one, could we get a one-shot of Midari making transfem!reader feel real pretty through the medium of sex? PAIRING. Midari Ikishima x transfem!reader SYNOPSIS. Crossing paths with Midari may have been a bad idea at first. CONTENT. 18+, MDNI, oral sex, suggestive themes, lots of worship WORD COUNT. 1.9k A/N. anon ik this is veryy late im so sorry! 😭 college entrance exams are beating my ass 😭

"You're a damn sneaky one, aren't you?" A voice resounded from your back just as you exit the game room. The hallway lights were glowing red against the walls, an occasional green flashing in the corner. Midari's single eye stared back from that bright-hued hallway, flipping a bullet between her fingers. "You think I didn't catch your cheating?"

The Hyakkaou Academy gambling tournament began three days ago. Sure, every new game proposes a thrill, a chance for a bigger loot in the end but you cannot stand these gamblers trying to get off with high-risk games only they could enjoy. You should have known that Midari Ikishima was one of those when she pointed a gun at the back of your head one morning after class. It was a purge, a free-for-all for the insane ones such as herself.

You turned to glare at Midari, the green light reflecting off your eye as you spoke, "So what? You hate that I'm ruining your little morbid game?"

Russian roulette. A 1-in-6 chance to die, you could understand why that would be fun but cannot appreciate the way Midari keeps loading all available slots when it's your turn to shoot her.

Midari huffed, excitement creasing her face as she leaned on the wall next to you. "You're a clever one and I like that. Although, I think you're going soft at me back there."

Her eye scanned your face, searching for a hint that she was right but you only brushed her off and said, "I'm a gambler, not a murderer. Besides, I want to end the game quickly with you. You don't even bet with money."

Your eyes rolled at her obvious smirk as she said, "That'd be a bore, don't you think? But I'll do it. I'll bet you heaps of money if you play with me again."

"I'm not playing with you again." You crossed your arms over your chest. "I'm advancing to the next player."

"Oh, I know. But we can have a private session. Just the two of us." Her voice sounded almost sincere and desperate. When she came closer and leaned closer to you, the smell of fresh lavenders and a strong spiced drink wafted in the air. All of a sudden, her eyepatch and even the way she styled herself for the evening tournament didn't look ridiculous. You slid your hand off hers before any other thought crossed your mind.

"Fine, but on one condition," you muttered, signaling to the gun holstered on her hip. "No guns."

Disbelief crossed Midari's face, taken aback by such a proposition but found nothing within her to protest. She could give up the gun to gamble with you again.

"Hah, what a pacifist. I assume no pointy stuff as well?" she chuckled, crossing her arms.

"You're right. So don't try to pull anything like that. I swear I'll leave you playing with yourself," you warned, trying to sound intimidating which Midari only found cute.

"You know," Midari began, head tilted to get a good look at you. "I'm kinda glad you didn't kill me off earlier. I got another chance to play with you. Maybe even more."

With that, she gave a soft lingering pat on your head before walking past to enter another game room, gripping her revolver in hand.

It was a bad idea to get involved with Midari Ikishima as you have realized now that you were gripping your few remaining chips. Your position in the ranking hangs perilously after a few losses, even one point off can cause a remarkable decrease in the ranking after all.

What the hell happened? you might be thinking. You spent every day carefully planning to win, concocting a one-time strategy to pull flawlessly at your opponents. But lately, you frequented Midari's dorm for late-night gambles that eventually turned into hookups. You were lost in her risky gambles, her crazed eye urging you to a larger risk which you never found yourself obeying.

“It's not the best way to win, you know,” you tried to argue with her on your last poker game when she was betting everything in her hand.

“Ah, it just pisses you off that I’m having fun,” she chuckled. "Stop memorizing the cards if it hurts your pretty little head, sweetheart."

For those few days you were together, you never thought it was a good idea to learn from her. Your ways always contrast, and her methods never fit right with yours. But there was one thing about Midari that kept you returning to her: how she kept making you feel less worried. That there was nothing in the world to be stressed over. Things are bound to be a certain way within a coin flip. It's inevitable.

A strange thrill creeps up your spine as you place your last remaining chips for the final bet. Your knees were cold from being in the room for too long but, a heat in your chest bubbled up the surface, transpiring into a knowing grin. Being with Midari may have dampened your cautiousness but the inner, riskier gambler within you sought for the thrill. An unstoppable force seeking pleasure and victory with no way of convincing otherwise. You wondered if this was how Midari felt.

Your mind went back to those nights you were tangled in her arms, of how her firm kisses crawled up from your chest to your jaw. Live dangerously, Y/N, Midari would whisper, her lips pressing on yours inside her dark room. You only get a few chances so don't waste it, alright?

Your eyes scanned the poker table once again, opponents from your left to right having low-ranking cards. I win, you whispered to yourself. You stepped from that room with your money doubled, your ranking increased by a few levels. Your mind played around the possibilities: you either rose in victory or went out with a huge debt hanging by your neck. But you were snatched away from your thoughts as you saw Midari waiting outside, leaning on one arm, and grinning in your direction. It turned into a proud smile as you jumped in her arms, her hand resting on your head to pull you closer.

"You're one hell of a gambler, Y/N," she smirked, a sultry whisper right at your ear. "I watched your game. All of it."

"All of it?" you chuckled, pressing a kiss just above her piercings. "You obsessed with me or something?"

"Course I am," Midari answered, taking you by surprise when she carried you in her arms. "I'll show you how much I'm obsessed, you sweet girl"

"You don't have to hide those away from me, you know that right?" Midari whispered in a low voice against your ear, keeping your hands away from your chest. She gently kissed your bud, tilting your face to look at her. "They're cute and I love them. Next time you cover them up again, I'll tie you to the bed, I swear."

Her tone didn't even pass as threateningly with how gently she held you on her lap. The blush creeping on your cheeks was enough to prompt another tease from her.

"What, you like that idea, don't you? Didn't know you would be so kinky," she chuckled, tugging at your cheeks.

"Hey, I didn't say that, weirdo," you pouted.

"No need to. It's obvious." Midari's hands grazed under your skirt before handling your hips to push you beneath them on the bed. Midari managed to bundle the skirt on your lower abdomen, pressing wet kisses on your chest before whispering, "I can tie you up some other time if you want to so badly."

She tugged on your underwear just the time you were kissing her neck, earning a soft gasp from you. Her fingers were quick at removing the material before wandering back between your thighs, stroking until she felt you moaning softly against her lips.

Midari kept you relaxed on the bed before going down, her lips kissed your member before slowly taking you in her mouth. She kept a firm hold of your inner thighs to keep your legs apart. Your hands wandered around her silky black hair, fisting the strands into a bundle and clenching when her mouth moved just the right way.

The rest of the night was filled with worship embraced around you. Her lips trailed on your sternum, causing a slight shiver from you. Midari made it known that this time her intentions surround at your pleasure. She wanted this night to be slow, romantic, and passionate in contrast to the rough, sloppy intimate sessions she had with you before. To make you feel how she cherished you, to grab every opportunity to tell you how beautiful you are, to tell you that she sees you above everyone else right at this moment.

Her lips would graze at the shell of your ear, finding a home on the crook of your neck as she called you her sweet girl.

"Looks so pretty," she whispered as she kissed the lovely blush creeping on your face. Midari tangled her legs around yours, locking you in her arms before kissing your forehead. Your finger would trail small hearts in her exposed chest, mind absorbed by all the praises she whispered in your ears. Midari noticed the slight redness banding on your wrist from how she gripped you earlier and kissed it anyway. Her kisses crept even at your knuckles, making you wonder what part of you she hadn't kissed yet.

"Listen, Y/N," she muttered, retrieving what appeared to be a bullet from the pocket on her chest. "I'm not big on promise rings and such stuff but I want you to keep this. Yes, it's a bullet but it's also my lucky charm even if I don't believe in shit like that."

Midari chuckled softly, a rarity from her usual rough behavior. But then again, this night is different. She tapped the bullet a few times on her forehead saying, "This bullet should be the one buried deep in my head a month ago but a certain someone decided to spare my life and have me here."

She tilted your chin so she could look at your eyes.

"I could die some other time but not right now. I still got to spend more time with you like this, got it?"

"Is this your way of properly asking me out?" you smiled, nose grazing hers as you spoke.

"Oh, you can call it that," she smirked, that one she always uses when she gets cocky on you. "So you're tied to me now. No questions asked and no protests. I get to call you my pretty girlfriend from now on."

Your head rested on her chest for a few more seconds, your mind returning from how this all started. You've always known what kind of relationship with her would promise. A risky one full of bullets, and perhaps, life-threatening gambles. A life entirely different from your own. Having Midari by your side felt like shattering a safe bridge you carefully paved but it wasn't about that at all, was it? It was about rebuilding that bridge, adding a touch of her style to create a better one fit for a gambler's life.

You gently took the bullet from her hand, rolling it around your thumb before responding, "Maybe that wasn't such a bad idea."

likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated, sweethearts <3

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2dmenenthusiast · 9 months

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Last Night on Earth Pt. 8

(Ethan Winters x Gn!Reader)

bye this part took a million years to write and im sorry!!! There's also no Ethan in this chapter since this covers the Not a Hero DLC, but he will be back in the next one or the one after! I hope you all enjoy it even though I'm not super satisfied with this chapter hah

Alsoo quick note for chris's characterization, im sort of switching it up a bit? They made chris super rigid in re7 and re8, which is understandable considering all he's been through and all that, but I want him to keep a bit of his personality from re5 and vendetta. So if it switches up a lot, thats why!

Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt. 4 Pt. 5 Pt. 6 Pt. 7 Pt. 8 Pt. 9

"Just so you know, if the mine collapses on us and we get trapped, I'm not giving you permission to eat me."

Chris sighed as you put your headgear on, switching to the nightvision to make sure it worked and promptly blinding yourself.

"Hopefully it won't have to come to that. You were debriefed, correct?"

You gave him a thumbs up while turning your rifle over, closely examining it. The weapon felt heavy and familiar in your hand.

"Lost contact with the first team, Lucas, the Connections. I pay attention."

Chris didn't seem amused at all. Just raising his eyebrows before diverting his attention forward.

"Just follow my lead and keep an eye out."

"Right. And if we end up weaponless and cornered I can defend us with the stick up your ass."

He huffed, and you straightened your shoulders as the elevator came to a stop, and you stepped back into the mine. You were immediately flooded with the not so far away memories of Eveline worming her way into your brain as the caves had collapsed around you and Ethan. The long claws of the monster that had slashed through your back, and apparently killed you. Your chest felt tight, shallow breaths clouding your mask as an overwhelming anxiousness clouded over you.

That’s right.

You died down here.

Chris’s hand landed on your shoulder.

“Hey. Are you alright?”

You gulped and quickly nodded, pushing down every instinct to run and silencing all of your screaming thoughts. Your breathing calmed, and you locked eyes with the Captain.

“I’m fine. Can we get this show on the road?”

He just gave you a look and walked ahead. You took that as your que to follow. You weren’t surprised to see a couple molded monsters still brambling around. Just because Evie was dead didn’t mean the mold wasn’t still alive. From what you’ve read, you knew she didn’t necessarily control it, she was more of a conduit.

You were quick to react when one stumbled around the corner, your feet stepping into a trained and remembered stance while your arms raised. Two silenced bullets took the monster’s head off. Chris said nothing.

Both of you worked as a team to take out any creatures you saw, and you were like a well oiled machine. Chris would go left while you went right, watched your six while you went ahead. Ethan was a good fighter for a man who’d been thrown into a situation he’d never been in before. But everytime you came across one of those things, a twinge of fear would spike through you before you had to force it down and push forward.

Now? You felt strong. Confident. Chris was a well trained soldier, one you could hopefully put your full trust in. And working with him reminded you of how damn good you used to be at your job. It gave you a sense of pride.

Of course, you deflated a bit when a molded came out of nowhere, and Chris absolutely annihilated it with a single punch to its head. He had barely even made a grunt of effort when its head squashed like a moldy grape on impact, and you were glad he couldn’t see your face through the mask, otherwise he’d see your jaw currently touching the floor. When he moved ahead without another word— like it was completely normal— and realized you weren’t moving, he stopped and turned to face you.

“What?”

“Christ, you punch fuckin’ boulders for a living?”

He cleared his throat.

“Uh—”

You moved past before he could properly answer, knowing you wouldn’t be surprised if the answer was yes.

Imagine if that was part of your drills.

“Alright, maggots! Give me twenty boulder punches!”

The mental image made you snicker, and you ignored the curious tilt of Chris’s head. When you heard a cough in the distance, it made you freeze. Chris silently pointed forward, his gun raised, and you followed him up a set of metal stairs and into a familiar room. You instantly recognized the grimy tubs and the smashed computer on the floor from when you found out Lucas was working with The Connections, and the memory made you clench your teeth. You held so much anger for that slimy bastard that it made your chest hurt.

What was different about the room, though, were the two soldiers clad in the exact same gear you both wore laying on the floor. One awake and clearly injured, while the other one lay prone. You assumed he was probably killed by one of the creatures lurking down here. Chris immediately moved to help, while you stood back.

“We’re gettin’ you outta here.”

The soldier shook his head. “Leave me. It’s too late,” he strained, and his head moved back to expose the explosive wrapped around his neck.

Shit.

“Chris—”

“We’re all walking out of here, alright?”

“I got news for you.” The body you thought was dead sat up and slapped something around Chris’s wrist, and you immediately recognized the voice. “That’s not gonna happen!”

Your gun was aimed at his head before you could even think about it, and so was the Captain’s, but Lucas quickly threatened to blow him up if he even tried anything. You wanted to scream, curse him to hell and blow his fucking brains out. But, you kept your cool with a shuddered breath. He couldn’t see your face under the mask. It was possible he didn’t know it was you.

He took off his head gear, and when he cast his gaze towards you, you almost froze.

“You. Get over here. Or I uh, might get a little trigger happy with this switch, here.”

His thumb hovered over the button to the detonator, and you hesitantly made your way forward. Securing a similar bomb over your wrist, you stumbled away from him before he could do anything else. Not like he needed to be close to you to kill you now. One push of a button, and you both were both done for.

How funny. You spent what felt like an eternity tonight barely making it out of this hellhole by the skin of your teeth, only to throw yourself back in. But, it was your choice. And you’d be damned if you let Lucas get away.

“Now you can try and take that off all you want, but I’d advise against. My hand might slip and uh… boom!”

Chris shouted his name while he pressed on the detonator, and the soldier’s head exploded in a visceral mess. The force knocked Chris on his back, and everything screamed in you to react. To do something. But you were scared to even move, not knowing what Lucas would do if you did, and too afraid to find out.

“Now here’s the deal. Y’all don’t follow me, and I won’t have to bounce your heads off the ceiling. The same goes for your other little soldier friends, too. Adios, muchachos.”

Lucas laughed, and as soon as he stepped out the door, particles and gas began filling up the room. Another one of your brother’s sick tricks. You grabbed Chris’s arm and helped him to his feet, while a female voice spoke through your earpiece.

“I’m picking up airborne spores. It’s the E-type mutamycete. Your mask will switch automatically to rebreather mode. Make sure you’re keeping an eye on your oxygen tank.”

“Thank you, beautiful, disembodied voice.”

You and Chris rushed through room after room to get away from the gas, the woman warning you whenever your tank got too low. It was like a race against the clock, the longer you spent in the infected air, the closer you were to infection and maybe death. Once you were finally free of the contamination, you let out a deep breath and noticed that Chris wasn't even phased. Of course, he's got a couple decades on you. He's probably been doing this almost as long as you've been alive.

"You should head back and get that bomb on your arm deactivated," the voice said.

"Absolutely not," you interrupted. Chris just gave you a look. "There's no time, we're not letting him get away."

He sighed, but didn't protest. "They’re right. We can't let him get a head start."

"Understood. Just be careful."

When she got off coms, Chris cleared his throat. "You're calling the shots now, I take it?"

"What? Can't give up control?"

He let out a huff that bordered on a chuckle, and wordlessly continued forward. You wished you could get a read on the man. He had obviously seen and experienced things you couldn’t imagine, working for an organization that dealt with dangerous bioweapons on the daily. If this was the man he is now, you’d like to imagine who he was before he was exposed to such a harsh life.

The further you got into the mine, the more you ran into those creatures and were exposed to contaminated air. You were surprised Lucas didn’t lay more traps for you along the way, but you guessed he didn’t need to when the sweet promise of death was currently strapped to your arm.

Finally, you walked into a larger room with abandoned mining equipment scattered everywhere, along with some type of control system in the middle. There was a clown face painted on it, a big red button making up its nose, and there were three metal shutters— two on your left and one on your right. Blue, red, green.

“What color you feelin’?”

“What?”

You pointed to each door. “Green. Red. Blue. Which one?”

Chris sighed. “Red, I guess.”

You gave a thumbs up and started towards the door, when Chris placed a hand on your shoulder.

“Stay behind me, okay?”

“Aw, look who wants to protect me.”

“Yes. From yourself.”

The shutter rose, and whatever humorous air lingered around you was immediately weighed down by the seriousness that suddenly radiated off of Chris, and you knew it was time to get serious, too. You immediately realized why he was deemed Captain. He oozed authority. Every move and action was purposeful and swift. Not to mention he was an absolute brute. He could probably wrap his arm around your head and crush it like a grape with his bicep.

Soon, you came across a gated cell door, and one of Umbrella’s men was locked behind it. His arms were trapped on either side of him in one of Lucas’s machines, and his clothes were covered in blood.. You could only imagine what horrible things he had planned for him.

“Hey, you alright in there?”

The man lazily lifted his head, letting out a pained groan.

“Redfield?”

“We’re gonna find the key and get you out, okay? Don’t worry.”

You hoped Chris was right. That you could save some of these men. But knowing your brother, you had a strong feeling that you wouldn’t. You wouldn’t voice that, though.

Taking an elevator up into another large area of the mine, an eerie feeling immediately shot through you, and you wondered if Chris felt it too. You also wondered how the fuck you were supposed to find a damn key in this place!

“Chris, I don’t—”

He quickly shushed you, and you paused. He shushed you?!

You opened your mouth to say something else, but stopped your own thoughts from spewing out when he pointed to a green crate. Dismembered mannequins sat inside, and an arm was taped upright with a single key dangling from the hand.

Oh.

Well now you just felt stupid.

Your arm reached out to grab it, but before your fingers even grazed the key, the crate was raised up high in the air and out of your reach. You dropped your hand to your side with a defeated sigh.

Of course.

“Fuckin’ asshole.”

“We have to find some way to get it down.”

He wandered off, you assumed to find the controls to bring the crate back down, and you shook your head. You solved enough of Lucas’s puzzles for the rest of your lifetime. You weren’t about to participate in any more when the solution was much simpler.

“Nope. Fuck this.”

Raising your pistol, you aimed carefully and pulled the trigger, watching the bullet hit the mannequin hand at lightning speed before the key fell out of the crate and into your open palm. You turned to Chris, who stood silently, and dangled the key from your finger. For your own satisfaction, you imagined his face was currently slack-jawed in awe.

The loud thumping behind you mixed with the ground shaking under your feet cut your celebration short, and you turned to see a large, smoking figure brambling towards you.

“Oh, fuck.”

This thing was way bigger than any other creature you had dealt with, smoke emanating from its white skin as it only seemed to get bigger with every step it took towards you. You both attempted to shoot at it, but you were immediately met with a message in the top left corner of your mask.

“HIGH REGENERATION TARGET UNAFFECTED.”

“Oh, that’s just awesome!”

As the thing got closer to Chris, you grabbed his wrist in a death grip and yanked him out of its path.

“We gotta run!”

The idea of running away didn’t seem to compute with him for a moment, but he had no choice as you were dragging him away and towards the elevator. You practically leaped inside and slammed your hand down on the button, slumping against the metal wall in relief once the doors slid closed and you began descending

“Your guys can take care of that thing. Holy shit.”

He wordlessly put his hand out towards you, and it didn’t click until you suddenly remembered that you went through all that for a stupid key. You placed it in his hand, and he didn’t hesitate to move forward once the elevator doors opened. The man was still in the same place you left him, (Of course he was. Not like he could just walk out of there.) and Chris quickly unlocked the door. You carefully examined the room as you went forward, making sure there weren’t any traps waiting for you to trip on, while Chris went to console his comrade. You didn’t like this. It felt too easy.

“Everything’s alright now,” Chris said.

The man shook his head. “That’s just what he wants you to think. I’m just the bait. And you both fell for it.”

Couldn’t have told us that sooner?

As soon as he finished speaking, the room began to fill with contaminated air, and Chris muttered a curse to himself. You noticed this strain was stronger than it was previously, your oxygen going down by the millisecond.

“Take my filter. Hurry!”

“But you’ll die!”

The soldier shook his head. “I’m dead anyway.”

He said it like he accepted it a long time ago, and you were hit with the familiarity of it. It was only hours ago you felt that way, too.

It was almost too quick to catch, but a spinning blade zoomed forward and began descending towards the man’s head. Chris screamed Lucas's name in protest and shot at his crude invention, but it was no use. So, you stood, and watched in horror as this man met an inevitable, painful death.

The blades sliced through his neck, and his head hit the floor with a disgusting thud as blood spewed onto the ground. You’ve watched plenty of people die, but you don’t think you’ve ever seen it done so horrifically. The sight made you nauseous. You couldn’t imagine how Chris was feeling.

You realized then not only was this a trap for you and Chris, it was also a sick show of control. Even if Chris wouldn’t die from Lucas’s gadgets, he still wanted the satisfaction of putting the man through hell by making him watch his comrades die. And that sickened you the most.

Does he ever talk about this stuff? Does he confide in anyone about what he’s seen? You hoped he did. After seeing what he has, you wondered if he ever slept. You couldn’t most nights after you went on leave, even less when your whole life and family was flipped upside down. You began to think about how similar you were. He dealt with bioweapons for a living, and you lived under the constant watch of one for three years. He probably had plenty of stories. Could probably tell you things you couldn’t even imagine.

You felt sorry for him.

Bending down, he took the high grade filter off the mask— since he clearly wouldn’t need it anymore— and held it out towards you. Your eyes widened.

“Are you serious? I can’t take it. You need it!”

He shook his head. “I’m not letting a civilian die!”

“And I’m not letting you die! This is not a negotiation!”

He said your name through gritted teeth, but as you watched your oxygen get lower and lower, nearing zero, you snatched it out of his hand and attached it to his mask before he could move away, the piece fitting in with a satisfying ‘click’.

“Are you insane?!”

You don’t know why you did it. Why you constantly felt the need to put the lives of people you barely knew in front of your own, but you never regretted it. Even if it meant your own death. You watched as your oxygen finally hit zero, and you swallowed thickly, ready to choke on your weak attempts to breathe.

But nothing happened.

You blinked in surprise. Why do you feel perfectly fine?

You imagined Chris was just as surprised by your lack of struggling to breathe, and you proceeded to lift your hands towards your mask. He snatched your hand..

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“Just let me try somethin’, okay?”

He continued to protest, but you didn’t listen, the seal of your mask coming undone as you lifted it off your head and took a breath.

Nothing. Not even a cough.

“What the hell…” Chris muttered.

“Come on, there’s no time to talk about it right now. We gotta get out of here before your oxygen runs out.”

He nodded and followed you until you were back in the main area of the cave, but your mind was still reeling. Why weren’t you affected by the contagion? Was Lucas tricking you? No, that didn’t seem right. The goal was to kill you, not scare you. So what did that leave?

Were you…? No. There’s no way you were immune.

You didn’t realize Chris was speaking until he tapped your shoulder, and you blinked out of your zoned out state.

“Huh?”

“Can you explain what happened back there? Why didn’t you mention you were immune to the virus?”

You stuttered for a response. “I-I… I don’t know what happened. You’re about as clueless as me.”

Your coms came to life with the sound of a familiar female voice.

“It could be due to your prolonged exposure to the E series, your body naturally created the antibodies needed to fight the virus on its own.”

You shook your head. “That’s insane. That’s…”

You thought back to when Ethan said you died, how you came back and felt better. Then back to when you got the vaccine, and how you didn’t feel any effect. You must’ve already been cured when you woke up. Still, that didn’t explain the miraculous healing of your injuries.

“We don’t have time to dwell on it now. Keep your headgear on, though. We don’t want Lucas finding out that it’s you.”

You nodded and placed your helmet back on, while Chris muttered what he’d do to your brother when he found him.

“Just remember we need him alive, Chris,” the woman said.

You grit your teeth, trying not to let your emotions spill out. You knew that’s what Umbrella wanted, to get information out of him. But like hell you were letting him walk out of here alive. And you didn’t care who you pissed off by killing him.

Doing a quick ammo check, you and Chris decided the green shutter door was next on your list, doom settling deep in your gut as the door slowly screeched open. You were met with a short set of stairs leading through a narrow pathway, and resigned yourself to standing behind Chris. There was no way you'd be able to walk next to him in here.

The layout was almost like a maze, walking down one path only to turn and walk through an identical one. You felt like you needed a map to navigate this place. Of course, more contaminated air was blowing through the vents, but with your newfound immunity, you didn't worry about it much.

In the distance, from what you could see through the thick fogginess of the air, smoke began rising from the wall as mold seemed to congeal together to form a tall, monstrous creature. The smoke reminded you of the big guy you ran into earlier, and when you tried to shoot at it, the same message in your mask popped up.

"Shit, it's regenerating too fast. Normal bullets aren't gonna cut it!”

"I'm open to suggestions," Chris said.

Your brows rose in surprise. He did have a sense of humor! A very dry one, but still there.

Your coms buzzed to life. "You'll need RAMRODS to stop it from regenerating lost tissue. You have to fall back."

You frantically looked back and forth, the monster beginning to trap you into a corner, before you grabbed Chris's arm.

"This way!"

You had no idea where you were going, but anywhere was better than near that thing. You took down the hall and turned the corner, repeating the same thing over and over until you were sufficiently far away. You took a breath, and hoped to fuck you'd get out of this soon.

"You keep doing that."

You raised your head to look up at him. "Huh?"

"Pulling me out of danger. Like you need to protect me."

Your eyes slightly widened and you stuttered for an answer. "I-I mean… I was a soldier, you know."

He didn't say anything, just hummed to himself before walking on ahead. Faces flashed in your mind, and you squeezed your eyes shut as your grip tightened around your gun. Now wasn't the time.

You began to debate if you were lost as you went further into the mine, and you prayed to fuck that Chris knew his way back.

“Did you know that was gonna happen?”

Your steps slightly faltered. “What do you mean?”

“Back there, when Lucas killed that man. Did you know he was going to die?”

The question made you pause, and you swallowed the lump that formed in your throat.

“Yes.”

He didn’t say any more, but you felt your answer was dissatisfying without an explanation.

“I grew up with that psycho, and I had to experience every sick trick he had once he was graced with Eveline’s influence. Once I saw that man, I… I knew he was doomed. I just didn’t want to say anything because even if I did, I knew you’d wanna try and save him anyway. I knew you wouldn’t just let him die without a fight.”

He didn’t speak for a moment, and you almost spoke again to try and fill the silence when he interrupted you.

“Would you have saved him? Even knowing all that, would you still have at least tried?”

You didn’t have to think about it as you nodded. “Of course.”

“Good. That’s all I need to know, then.”

The trip through the rest of the cave proved almost fruitless, minus the box of RAMRODS you found just chilling in a random room. You didn’t bother to question why they were down here in the first place, because at least now you had something that could deal with those high regen bastards. You were able to make your way back to the shutter entrance with little difficulty, only running into more of Lucas’s puzzles, as well as tiny little bug fuckers that you could only compare to something out of an old video game you used to play.

What was it? Half… Half something…

Whatever.

As soon as you went through the last shutter, you were immediately met with darkness. Your mask automatically kicked on the nightvision, and your sight was nothing but shades of green. When you tried to step forward, Chris put his hand on your shoulder.

“Wait.” He gestured towards the ground, pointing at the pressure plates.

Of course.

“Guess we gotta be extra careful.”

It didn’t take long to run into similar traps, including automatic gun turrets and fucking lasers. There was also a point where you and Chris had to shove around mining carts, your muscles straining whilst you used your legs as leverage to push them out of your way.

“God, this is fucking stupid.”

You gripped the handles of the last cart and shoved it forward, watching as the wooden wall beyond it gave away and revealed a hallway behind it with more lasers.

“He’s been watching too many spy movies, I swear.”

Crouching and stepping over the lasers, you opened the door at the end of the hall to reveal a room that was entirely filled with them.

“Yeah. Way too fuckin’ many.”

“Just try to focus on moving through them.”

Despite Chris’s words, that piece of logic was almost thrown out the window when he saw one of the missing soldiers lying in the middle of all the chaos.

“Marquez?”

You grabbed his arm before he could move. “Hold on there, big guy. Even if we get to him through all this mess, there’s no way Lucas is just gonna let us drag him out of there. We have to turn the lasers off.” You grinned to yourself and placed a hand on your hip. “I bet you're glad you brought me along, huh?”

“Something like that.”

“Fine, you stay here, and I'll shut them off.”

Chris shook his head. “Absolutely not. I’m not letting you—”

“Are you forgetting my background? I’m not just some helpless civilian you have to look after. Besides, I don’t need your burly shoulders bumping into every goddamn trap in here and setting something off.”

He crossed his arms over his chest. “Burly?”

“Have you looked in the mirror?”

You heard a distant cough, and were quickly reminded of where you were. Right. Injured soldier, needed saving, blah blah blah. Holstering your weapon, you were careful and precise with every move you made, being sure not to make any sudden movements. Fuck getting this far only to die by damn lasers.

You made it to the man with ease, avoiding touching him, but asking him to give you a sign that he was okay. He gave you a thumbs up, and you relayed it to Chris who stood across the room watching you like a hawk. Finally able to stand up straight, you walked over to the control switch and pulled it down, the lasers disappearing right after. You heard Chris let out a relieved sigh before walking over to the man and helping him to his feet.

“Hey, you still with us?

Marquez nodded. “Yeah, thanks. I was beginning to think we’d be left behind.”

“Please, he’s too stubborn for that,” you chimed in, earning a look.

Once he was standing on his own two feet, he began limping to the exit, and you and Chris remained close behind.

“Lucas is a fucking psycho. Not sure what’s worse— him or those things.”

“Definitely him,” you said.

Chris hummed. “Let’s just focus on getting you out of here.”

Beyond the door he took you through was a smaller room with a ladder leading upwards, telling you that this was the way out. As soon as the words came out of his mouth, the bomb that you both failed to notice on his neck came to life, a red light blinking furiously.

“Fuck! Get this thing off me!”

He was tugging and scratching at the bomb, desperateness and fear clear in his voice. And once again, there was nothing you could do but watch him die. His head exploded, blood spewing from the base of his neck as his limp body fell to the floor. Chris just stood there, looking at the lifeless form of his comrade, before both of your masks projected the image of your brother.

“Now, I don’t know about you, Christopher, but—” he stopped, eyes widening a bit before a sick smile spread across his face.

Shit.

“Ohohoho! Now this I did not expect. My dear ol’ sibling is working with Redfield.” He clicked his tongue. “How fun. I would’ve prepared somethin’ a bit more grand if I knew you were gonna be coming.”

Your eyes narrowed and your jaw clenched, but Chris wouldn’t let Lucas change the topic.

“Three of my men are dead because of you, Lucas. This ends, and it ends now.”

“I don’t think so. It’s about to be four— no, five dead soldiers in a minute,” he laughed, and his image faded to static.

It was only then that a timer appeared in your interface, counting down from ten minutes as the bomb on yours and Chris’s arms began blinking with the same red light. Panic settled deep in your stomach, and you heard Chris speak into his earpiece.

“Okay, we got a situation here.”

“We’re on it, Chris,” the woman said. “Head back to the central cavern and wait for further instructions.”

“Don’t let me down.”

“Ah, yes. I love waiting while my arm is about to be blown to smithereens.”

You did as the woman said and made your way back, running into creatures along the way that only seemed to be there to waste your time. Every time you looked at the timer, it only seemed to be going down faster, and almost a whole minute had gone by since you first looked.

Nine minutes. We got nine minutes. That’s plenty of time. Plenty of time to get this stupid fucking thing off of me!

“Alright, good news.”

Oh, hallelujah.

A couple images popped up on your screen. “Our video logs from the first unit show canisters of liquid nitrogen nearby. You might be able to deactivate the bombs by freezing them.”

She let you know that the canisters were behind the red shutter, and you wasted less than no time rushing through it. You knew it probably wasn’t smart to be going through the area so hastily, and that you should remain calm, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to. But when you looked at Chris, he was as cool as a cucumber. Like this was a normal Tuesday afternoon for him. You’d be jealous if you weren’t so focused on the death trap currently strapped to you.

When a molded creature stepped in your way, grit your teeth and put three bullets in its oversized head, pushing its body to the side whilst it fell forward. When it landed and squirmed and your feet, you stomped your boot right onto its mushy skull, goo and viscera spraying the ground.

“Get the fuck outta my way!”

Chris grabbed your arm and tugged your forward, and as this section of the cave began to look more familiar, your eyes slowly widened. This is where that big fucker was that you had to run away from earlier. He was nowhere in sight now, but you didn’t bank on him not showing up eventually. You were never that lucky.

“The liquid nitrogen is just beyond that room.”

An anxious feeling crawled through your stomach and up your throat, and you looked at the timer again. Less than seven minutes. Okay, not bad. But, as soon as you tried to go beyond the room like the woman in your ear said, a stack of blue crates fell directly in front of you, effectively blocking your path. Words were crudely spray painted on them, and you almost broke a few teeth from how hard your jaw was clenching.

“EAT SHIT AND DIE!”

You heard something grotesque forming behind you, and didn’t even want to look. Instead, Chris looked for you.

“Well. That’s lovely.”

With an infuriated growl, you grabbed the AR that was strapped to your back and let bullets spray from the creature's middle and up to its head. If Lucas was going to kill you, he certainly had to try a lot harder than this!

You tried flanking the creature, but the area proved to be too small and too crowded for it to work effectively. It was full guerilla mode, and you gave it everything you got. There wasn’t a single bullet wasted, pumping everything into its rubbery form. The more you hurt it, the more the creature seemed visibly affected. Parts of its body began to split open, pouring blood and other viscous liquids that you didn’t want to hazard a guess as to what they were.

Fucking disgusting!

You were soon at its back, its eyes set on Chris, and fear spiked through you. The more he backed up, the closer it got, and he was going to be trapped in a corner soon if you didn’t think of something fast. You looked around, picking up an oversized rock out of one of the mining carts, and aimed at its giant head.

“Hey, ugly!”

The stone hit with a disgusting “thwack,” clattering to the ground as the monster stopped moving. Its feet stomped against the ground whilst it turned towards you, and let out a visible huff.

“Oh, shit.”

Chris desperately shouted your name as it barrelled towards you, swiping its hand against your side and sending your body slamming into a pile of stones. The glass of your head gear shattered on impact, oxygen hissing through the opening, and you gasped for air when white hot pain surged through you. You found it difficult to even breathe. With a pained grunt, you propped yourself up on one hand and gave a thumbs up.

“I’m okay! Just kill the bastard!”

He didn’t need to be told twice, leading it a sufficient distance away from you as he shot RAMROD bullets into its thick head. While you were concerned about how much time was remaining, you found yourself more concerned about the man fighting in front of you. You knew you probably didn’t need to worry, but you couldn’t help the deep-seated feeling from bubbling up inside you. And despite the pain you felt, you wouldn’t just sit and let him take care of the rest of this mess either.

Struggling to your feet, you took a shaky breath and resumed your attack on the creature, but were stunned into stillness when Chris landed an uppercut to the thing and sent it flying through the air.

Is he Captain America or something?!

Its fat limbs flailed, struggling to roll onto its stomach to get up. It didn’t make it that far before its skin began bubbling under the surface, and it exploded into mushy bits.

“Target down, Chris. Now find that nitrogen!”

She sounded as desperate as you felt.

Rushing up to the Captain, you both worked to push one of the crates over, your salvation just beyond it. Chris didn’t even give you the opportunity to let him go first, grabbing your hand in his instead and plunging both of the bombs into the liquid nitrogen. You could feel how cold it was through the thick fabric of your glove,and you flexed your fingers to make sure you could still feel them.

“That did the trick.”

“Take it off before it thaws and restarts!” she urged.

You gripped the bomb and yanked it off your wrist, throwing it across the room as the light began blinking again. It exploded as soon as it hit the opposite wall, and Chris’s own bomb followed suit. An immense weight was immediately lifted off your shoulders, and you placed your hands on your knees with a deep sigh.

“Thank fuck.”

“Hey.” Chris put a hand on your shoulder, prompting you to stand up straight and look up at him. “You okay?”

You nodded, lifting your hands to take off what remained of your mask. You didn’t notice it until now, but the pain in your side had slowly faded away, and when you pressed your hand against your ribs, you felt nothing but a dull ache.

What is happening to you?

“You ready for this?”

You locked eyes with the tinted glass of his mask and smirked, huffing out a quiet chuckle.

“I’ve been waiting for this moment for the past three years. I’m more than ready.”

Chris nodded, hand clapping against your shoulder.

“Alright. Let’s get this fucker.”

tagged: @taytaylvr @xdarkcreaturex

#ethan winters x reader #resident evil #resident evil 7 #resident evil biohazard #re7 #ethan winters #resident evil fanfiction #chris redfield #ethan winters x gn!reader

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nightmyst14-blog · 4 months

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Inspired by @queen-rainy-love 's story "Revenge of the Captain" I wrote this little thing involving my Oc, Sour Cream Cookie.

Enjoy this little drabble I thought of.

Context: Creme Republic harbor, on board the salty shark. Sour Cream Cookie (my OC) has just joined Captain Caviar's crew. The crew is waiting for Sour Cream to come out with his new uniform.

Sour Cream: *walks out with outfit above* How do I look?

Captain Caviar: Looking good, mate!! Glad to see the outfit fits ya well. Perfect for our new navigator!!

Sour Cream: Yeah thanks. *smiles, adjust the coat* The glove is kinda funny.

Rookie: This is so cool!! A new member!!

Purple Coral: Im not sharing my bunk.

Blue Coral: Hehe!!

Captain Caviar: *whistles* Alrighty!! I gotta show our new member around since Candy Diver is out running errands. I want this lower deck clean when I get back.

Crew: yes sir!!

*Sour Cream and Captain Caviar walk off upstairs, listening to the sound out the waves crashing and birds flew by.*

Sour Cream: Heard what happened with Bubble Pearl, hope she's doing alright.

Captain Caviar: The lass is tougher than she looks, definitely got that from his mother's lineage. I'm just glad she's back home.

Sour Cream: And ...the pirate?

Captain Caviar: Locked away. Had plenty of evidence to it.

Sour Cream: Glad to hear it. I Things should be simple for a while-

*The blonde soon freezes, his head starts to spin and visions gone blurry. It was a familiar feeling, but was the first that she done it while he was in public*

Sour Cream: *falls to his knee, clutching his head with his gloved hand* Ugh!!

Captain Caviar: Hah?? *goes over to him* Sour Cream?? Speak to me!!

*His eyes soon went wide, his eyes changed color from its usual green color to deep sea bluish-green. His shocked expression changed into a smile, staring at the Navy Captain*

(his name is in purple, its BLACK PEARL speaking.)

Sour Cream: *gets an eerie smile* Hello again, little crumb!~

Captain Caviar: What the??

Sour Cream: My my, enjoying your day in the sun, Caviar? I'm shocked you're not with my daughter!!

Captain Caviar: *realizes* You!! You're controling- *growls* Never mind, I dont want to know.

Sour Cream: Oh ho ho, so quick to anger!!! But no worries, I wont keep him long.

Captain Caviar: What do you want, fish face?

Sour Cream: How rude, but.. alright. it seems one of my debtors who I thought was gone has decided to show his ugly mug again. It can feel it from here. When I'm done here, can you be sure to keep an eye out?

Captain Caviar: Why cant you do it??

Sour Cream: *glares* I'm busy!! Those annoying pirates hurt my child and Monarch! Plus they made such a mess!!

Captain Caviar: *rolls his eyes* Fine. I'll do it. I'll be sure to tell Oyster as well.

Sour Cream: Good Captain. I'll be off now. Be sure to catch him once I stop.

Captain Caviar: Wait, huh??

*With that, Sour Cream's eyes turn back to his normal color. He felt dizzy, soon falling over.*

Captain Caviar: Sour Cream! *He quickly caught him.* You okay?

Sour Cream: *mumbles* Ugh.... Every time...

Captain Caviar: Are you even aware of what she did?

Sour Cream: I had 20 years experience under my dough, Im STILL not used to it. Yes I do know. *he sighed* Looks like I have another one to hunt down.

Captain Caviar: How do you know?

Sour Cream: Unsure. Kinda like.. a gut feeling? I still don't understand her powers sometimes. *sighs* I better start looking.

Captain Caviar: Nuhuh. You're my friend and crewmate. Its best you rest after ... whatever that was.

Sour Cream: Its not a two way street, if that's what you're thinking.

Captain Caviar: Actually I was thinking how many you must've fell on your face due to that. Withot your um.. 'friend" catching you.

Sour Cream: *tilts head* To be honest, I lost count. Probably due to me hitting my head a lot.

Captain Caviar: *sighs* Most likely.

Hope you guys like this little drabble of my oc!! Have a nice day!

#cookie run kingdom #cookie run #cookie run headcanons #captain caviar cookie #crk oc: sour cream cookie

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originalgenshinscenarios · 1 year

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Monthly special: Variable Barricade crossover!

I honestly didn't expect this to go so big so fast! Although this chapter can feel a little like a filler and that I left out quite a lot. This is just so I don't accidentally spoil the routes. Since we do have some time before we get to them hah...But I think I will make the second run (the one with the boys) for a different game! But we’ll see about that.

If you want to join the taglist just send an ask or dm me!

Reader here is female and has established background.

Cw: Age gap (Reader is 18 and the ladies are ages 20-24)

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After finding out who your suitors really are you've decided to interview them. It was to find out what their intentions and opinions were… and of course you were going to ask them about those little titles they had displayed on their background checks.

In the end you were not ready for their responses no matter how hard you prepared.

Part one: chapter 2- This is just like a job interview!

"I see… so this is what that was all about…" you just explained everything to Ayaka and she listened carefully. But somehow she didn't seem all that concerned "I'm happy for you Y/N" her gentle smile made you frown

"Happy? Did you hit your head Ayaka? I'm not happy with this situation" you weren't sure if she understood your situation, but it definitely surprised you to see her being happy over your misery.

"But isn't it good? If anything it's a step in the right direction. Now you won't have to worry about not being able to marry out of love. You said it yourself that your grandfather allowed you to still seek on your own, right?" she was right, but there was a little problem.

"It's true but I won't have enough hours in the day to look for someone!" and not like you'd even know where to begin.

"I suppose you're right… then why not look among your suitors?" she was really curious as to why you'd do anything just to ignore the suitors. To you the answer is obvious.

"Didn't you listen to me? They're unemployed and they sure are here just for the money" the timing probably couldn't get any better for them. You don't even know how or when your grandfather got acquainted with these women, but you have a feeling that they were glad to not have to worry about any money should they win you over.

"I think we both know that's not possible. Your grandfather wouldn't let someone like that near you" her words made you frown, you didn't think about it in that sense. As you cursed under your breath Ayaka continued "If you're so uncertain about them, maybe talk to them individually and judge their characters yourself" now that you think about it, the only time you spoke to any of them alone was when Yelan greeted you by the door, but you're not sure if it counts given that you basically didn't respond to anything she said. Alas, your best friend's suggestion gave you an idea "You're right! I should interview them!" your eyes sparked as you knew it was a good plan.

"I'm pretty sure that's not what I said-" she tries to change your train of thought but you already made up your mind.

"I mean, joining the L/N family is like accepting a job and every job offer needs a proper interview" you ignored her concerns as you feel proud of your new approach.

"Y/N, can't you be a little bit more casual about this?" she desperately tries to convince you. But you had your mind set. And when you know what you want you're as stubborn as you can possibly get.

"How could I be? If I'm going to do it, I'm doing it on my own terms" you say as perhaps such an interview would make them nervous and perhaps their masks would fall. That would buy you more time unless your grandfather really does have a queue of women waiting for their chance with you…

"I'm happy that you're confident about it… but something tells me that it's not going to end well" she continued with her concerned tone.

"I'll be sure to let you know if you were right or not. For now I'll prepare the questions and let Thoma know my plans" you immediately took out your phone and texted:

Y/N: Thoma, I need you to let everyone know that I want to host an interview with each and one of them.

You didn't need to wait long for his reply but you didn't feel impatient. After all this was the first time you got to have control over the situation.

Thoma: Sure, do you need me to pass anything else to them?

Y/N: I want them all in formal wear. Everything else I'll explain to them myself.

"Formal wear?" Ayaka peeked as you were typing.

"I want to see if they're willing to take it seriously" you said as your mood got better. You finally were the one in charge!

You were a little nervous but once you arrived back home you felt a sudden rush of confidence. You opened the door to the main room and all of the women were dressed formally just like you asked. They didn't notice you right away so you got to hear their following conversation.

"She should be home anytime soon right?" Eula said with impatient tone "I hate not knowing what's going to happen next"

"Well, Thoma said it's an interview. So that's what we should expect" Yelan said casually. She said before that she's planning on not letting you know everything about her right away so you wonder what kind of tactics she may have here.

"I know that, I was just thinking what kinds of questions she'd ask" with each word Eula sounded more and more irritated.

"Isn't it obvious? She probably saw our background checks and is curious as to how are we so bold as to ask for the heir's hand while we don't have anything to offer. Business wise choosing any of us is setting herself up with a gamble. Since I doubt any of us have the experience" Ningguang pointed out, she wasn't exactly wrong but she wasn't fully right either.

"In some occasions marriages are set up purely for either decorational matters" Eula argued "So we don't know what Y/ N really wants from us" she said it like you'd be the one using them if you get married. How laughable.

"*giggles* This might be interesting indeed. What do you think?" Miko turned to you as she was quiet this entire time. Perhaps she knew all along that you're here or maybe she noticed it a bit later. Either way she was the only one who was aware of your presence, considering how the rest looked surprised to see you. Taking a deep breath you look at them and say:

"Ladies, as you know I'll be hosting an interview for each and one of you. Thoma will call for you individually, so for now I'm asking that all of you stay here and I'll get everything prepared in the dining room" you feel proud of yourself but your face is fully professional, not letting any of your excitement show.

When you were alone in the room you looked at the background checks again. This time however you weren't filled with despair like last time "Who should I call first…?" you wonder for a moment and look at Thoma "Could you bring Miko first? Also I'd like you to not be in the room during the interview"

"Alright" he nods and leaves the room.

After a moment Miko enters and she looked quite amused "I see you're finally taking initiative" she sits in front of you "I was wondering when I'll get to see that side of you" she looked at you intrigued "Go on, ask me those questions" she waved her hand at you, suggesting that you may start right away. Her casual approach to the entire thing made you lower your guard slightly, but you weren't going to let her do whatever she pleases.

"Alright, first question. What prompted you to apply for the chance to marry into the L/N family?" you had your suspicions, especially given her work life so far. So you had to look for hints of her lying if she tried to fool you with having feelings for you or just thinking she's your best bet.

"Who said anything about your family? I'm interested in you. So when that old man offered me your hand I felt like it'd be worthwhile" she answered with confidence "But for now I didn't get the chance to tease you enough, what a shame" she sighed.

You decided not to comment on that. You made a mental note to now always be on guard so her attempts of teasing can only end in failure. She's so cocky you decided to not let her have the satisfaction.

"May I ask how did you get to meet my grandfather? Considering how you're referring to him, you probably know each other for quite some time, right?" although you could see a bold person like Miko call him "old man" right away.

"You could say that. Our first meeting was a bit spontaneous, but that's something he should tell you about. I honestly don't know what the guy was thinking, so I'm afraid that should I introduce the situation to you you might not understand the full story before you judge the situation" she explained, well at least that was an attempt at an explanation since it made you ask more questions than have yours answered. But considering her response, asking any would be useless.

"Right… onto the next question. What benefits can you bring to this family that other suitors can't provide?" you realize that they don't know each other, but you need this answer from everyone.

"Unlike others? Well I suppose to you it matters so I'll give you my answer: I can give you a taste of freedom in a way nobody else can" her voice was almost inviting. But you didn’t let your guard down.

"And what do you mean by that?" you raised your brow. Trying to not sound too interested by her offer.

"Oh but it would be absolutely dull and boring if I told you the answer rather than letting you experience it, no?" and with that the magic of her previous statement is gone as you have enough common sense to say:

"You do have a point, but how do I know that you aren't just making things up as you go?" you know better than to believe sweet nothings being whispered into your ears.

"As our relationship progresses you'll see it for yourself dear. Although you might not notice it right away" she was insistent, but at the same time she did sound like she was having fun trying to figure you out.

"Well it would be in your interest to see to it that I notice it soon enough. No matter, time for another question. You probably have seen it coming but I'd like to ask you about your past as a uhm… kept woman" it was a tough question for you to ask. Since the job did have some implications…

"There's not much to talk about, whenever a person needed me and I was sure that they could afford me I accepted" she crossed her arms "As to what I did for them… I think the most suitable term would be inspiring them" she did seem like she wouldn't let just anyone have them but her phrasing was interesting.

"Inspiring?" you wanted her to elaborate.

"I usually work for writers. My guidance was a start for many big novelists. If you don't believe me, some of them insisted on dedicating their novels to me" she said the last part with an unimpressed tone.

"I'll be sure to check it later then. May I get some names?" this was your chance to catch her bluffing.

"But of course, I recently gave my aid to Souka. She isn't as popular but she does have the potential. I also helped anonymous writers like Zhenyu to gain popularity. There is also Junkichi, his first works are incredibly boring to read but currently he's gaining popularity with each novel. But those are only from the top of my head, I can provide you with a full list later" she wasn't nervous in the slightest, so probably that was one way for you to tell that she's telling the truth. But you decided to play it safe.

"I'll take you up on that offer" you prepare yourself mentally before you say "Now it's your turn. Do you have any questions for me?" considering what you know of her so far you expect an attempt at teasing. But what she said wasn't like it in the slightest.

"Ah I was wondering when you'll let me take the lead. I have but one question: why do you think this is happening?" you didn't know how to answer that.

"If I had to guess, that'd be due to my extended family's impatience" you had nothing else to say on the matter. That's what you were told after all, so what else could be a reason?

"Hm… I see" she hums with satisfaction, she stands up and says "Good luck with the rest" she didn't wait for you to allow her to leave.

After she left Thoma entered and waited for your orders.

"Thoma, call Ningguang next please"

With a nod he went to fetch her. She entered professionally, she was probably used to interviews. With a polite smile she greeted you, she stood waiting for your gesture that she may take a seat.

"Let's get right into it okay?" you tell her, after all you don't need to waste time on introductions and it looked like that was what she expected "My first question is: What prompted you to apply for the chance to marry into the L/N family?" you had been interested in what she had to say.

"Although I have put a lot of thought into it, I suppose you can call it my chance for many things. I've realized that I lost a lot of time in my private life so perhaps a sudden marriage like that was what I needed. Not only that I also do believe that I can be of use business-wise" you didn't expect an answer like that so you tilted your head.

"And how would that be? I haven't seen on your file any prior experience" maybe when investigating they missed it? Or perhaps she forgot to mention it if she had an interview earlier?

"Well, I can't really answer that in a way that I could prove. Let's just say that I have the temper and personality for it" oh. So it was just some baseless blabbering.

"What are those personality traits exactly?" you wondered if she actually would give a proper answer here.

"To put it simply and name just a few, I know what's valuable and worth the hassle, I know how to plan ahead and I'm not giving up easily" she looked at you with a proud smile.

"The note that I got to read would suggest otherwise. Could you explain to me why you're currently unemployed. Or rather why is it that you can't keep a job?" honesty you didn't read the reason as to why she was fired, you waned to hear her explanation and only then check if it's the truth, otherwise you might lash out on her for lying a bit too soon. You could see that the question hit her pride, but she took only a second to recover.

"The circumstances were different for each occasion. For most however, my former bosses couldn't appreciate how aspiring and confident I was. I couldn't just let them do as they pleased even if they were my superiors" she looked away for a moment "Pardon me my first reaction, just mere memories of getting fired do tend to make me a little angered is all" she closed her eyes and her polite smile was back on display.

"Surely being married to me isn't something you can just get fired from right away without any say in it. So how can I tell that you're not going to use this opportunity to just make yourself feel better about your failures?" your words hit like daggers, but you did whatever you could to protect your heart. Even if it did make you sound inconsiderate and rude. Surprisingly she took your question well. Perhaps the previous impact made things easier for her to adjust.

"I understand why you'd think that, and as much as I hate to admit I don't really have a way to disprove it. If you're willing to take my word for it then I'm going to tell you only this: while I do think that this is a huge opportunity for me, I don't plan to do it purely for a headstart. If I want to achieve something I only wish to do it on my own. Whether or not you'll choose to support me even if we get married will be up to you" she said with determination.

"Don't you think that it'd be my duty as your wife to help you?" you didn't like how aggressive you were getting but it was all to catch her lying.

"It'd be your duty to support me emotionally yes, but financial needs are something I'd have to handle on my own" she sounded genuine, but you had no idea if it wasn't an act.

"So that's how you'd view it?" granted you don't know if she's bluffing here. She could just be saying it to later guilt you regardless. But considering your earlier comment you felt a bit bad due to your choice of words.

"Yes, is there a problem with it? If so, do let me know. I don't want to waste time on someone who doesn't believe one's lover should be supportive emotionally" she crossed her arms. You almost felt like she shamed you for not believing in her words. But she was only a stranger to you. The atmosphere got a little tense, but you still had to give her the opportunity to voice her concerns.

"I hold the same opinion on the matter, you have nothing to worry about. But if you have any further questions now it's your time to ask" you hoped you managed to hide your nervousness well.

"I'm afraid most of my questions are rather personal, so I'll keep them for a bit more suitable occasion" you weren't sure if she really decided to give up on her questions given the atmosphere, but regardless you were happy that you aren't going to answer anything for now.

"In that case that's it for the interview" you told her and she left "Thank you for your time"

"Alright, next up is Yelan" you announced and waited for Thoma to call her. She walked in and as always you could feel mystery filling the room. When she sat down you asked "Are you ready for your first question?" you figured she was but you thought you'd ask anyways.

"I'm ready" she sounded prepared.

"What prompted you to apply for the chance to marry into the L/N family?" having asked this over and over again you said it like you were practicing it. But you're up to another round soon.

"I guess it was just a decision I made without thinking too much about it" she fidgets with the dice on her necklace "I honestly just rolled the dice for it and decided to accept the offer" she shrugged.

"How could you let such decision be influenced by something like that!?" it was unthinkable to you. She has the privilege to make her own choices and she doesn't even care enough to let them be her own!?

"I've made it into a habit over the years. I usually just roll the dice when I can't decide on something. I just don't want to waste any time thinking about possible 'what if's" she explained, but you still couldn't get it.

"So, you couldn't decide on this topic? Why was that?" instead of questioning further the dice thing you decided to tackle something that made you curious.

"I didn't know you, so that's why I was hesitant. The only thing I knew about you were coming from either Thoma or your family. So not really too reliable source of information if you ask me. That was my reason for refusing" she pointed out "I prefer meeting people on my own, and I was a little curious about you. That was the 'yes' vote" she added.

"But to jump into marriage right away?" you couldn't grasp how she could take it all so lightly.

"It's true that it's skipping a lot of steps. But I have some more reasons for it. It's a bit tough to explain… but sooner or later I may find my words and share it with you" she dodged the question.

"Right, in that case I don't see any reason to question it further. Let's move onto the next question. I wanted to ask about your 'gambler' title you had displayed on your background check" you really didn't know how to ask her about that so you just said how this information came to you.

"What would you like to know?" her question caught you off guard. Usually people would try to change the topic or at least deny it.

"I'd like to know whatever you're willing to tell me" you didn't even know what questions you could ask in the first place…

"I'm not going to lie to you and pretend that I don't gamble, but I don't do it that often… at the same time it did influence my habits" she probably referenced her usage of the dice "But I don't think it'll cause any problems"

"A lot of people with an addiction say that they 'don't really play often' or 'can stop whenever they want to' how can I be sure you're not just lying to me?" you're aware of how many times you've asked someone to prove themselves to you recently… but you couldn't afford to not be 100% sure.

"Well, Thoma keeps track of our behavior so rumors don't start going around about what kind of people the L/N family considers worthy spouses for their heir. So if you trust him to fulfill his duties properly then you should trust me when I say that I don't gamble often enough for it to be an issue" she explains. Although you didn't trust her yet you did trust Thoma. So for now you decided to accept her version.

"Is it okay for me to ask what made you gamble in the first place? Or at least what do you find so appealing in it?" you were quite curious on how she views it. You never had a chance to think about games in that competitive way.

"At this point I don't really remember what started it. As for why I continue, it's due to the excitement a good game gives. I honestly don't care much about the rewards, just the challenge itself" her voice was as sincere as it could get. But you still had your doubts on her indifference towards money.

"I think I understand what you mean" besides the last part you do see the appeal in a good challenge "Okay, now for the last part of the interview… Do you have any questions for me?"

"I've been wondering, what do you think of this entire situation?" she sounded curious, but you both knew what you're going to say.

"I'm highly displeased by it. But I'm willing to try and make it work" although you didn't fully mean it. You had to try and make it work. There was no other way.

"Hm… I see… well in that case that's everything from me" she nodded as she stood up to leave.

"Wait before you go, I actually wanted to tell you something… outside of the interview" you built up the courage to speak during the interview, although you were quite hostile your voice was softer now.

"What is it?" she didn't sit back down.

"I wanted to thank you, for giving me the space I need" you refer to the time where it was your first day in the house. How she could take a hint when you were getting uncomfortable.

"Don't mention it" she smiled at you before leaving.

"So now… it's time for Eula" you sighed. The interviews were making you tired even though the last one didn't end on a hostile note… with her however you could bet on it given her previous behavior towards you.

She looked a little impatient. Perhaps she felt insulted that she was the last one to go. As she sat down she glared at you, waiting for you to speak.

"Are you ready for me to begin?" you ask politely.

She clears her throat and her face expression switches from an annoyed face to a calm and practiced one "Naturally"

Her sudden shift did get you off guard "Okay then, my opening question is: What prompted you to apply for the chance to marry into the L/N family?" you liked how professional she got about it so it did allow you to be a bit more 'natural'.

"As you're probably aware, I've been disowned by the Lawrence family, who is your competitor. I understand it might not make you trust me right away, but my place here isn't by any means a part of that situation. I'm here simply because I chose to" it wasn't the most detailed response you've heard…

"And could you elaborate as to how you came to that choice?"

"Yes, I'll get right to it. To not waste any time, I had known your grandfather for quite a while by now. When he suggested that I come here I was surprised, but even though he has a… specific personality I trust his judgment" she closed her eyes "But tell him a word about it and I won't let it slide" she switched back into her hostile personality.

"In that case it seems like our relationship with him isn't that different" you looked away. You started wondering how often he met up with her. You didn't really see him often, so hearing that he spent his time with some other kids did make you envious.

"From your reactions I suppose you're right. We do have that in common" she sighed with exhaustion.

At first you wanted her to tell you more about how she met your grandfather… but in the end you decided that it was something to be discussed later "That's at least one thing. But back to your family, will you tell me why you were disowned?" you understood that it might be a difficult topic to her but since you let one thing slide you can't afford to let this question go unanswered.

"To put it simply, my family didn't appreciate me having a personality of my own. Their fake confidence is foolish and their pride is what makes their company sink only lower and lower… so in a way, you could say that it's good that I'm no longer associated with them…" she looks like she wanted to add something there but her silence made you aware that she had changed her mind.

"I find it a little hard to believe that they'd discard you like that…" although she doesn't sound like she gets along with her family you still felt bad for her.

"I was warned. But I couldn't stand by when I knew my uncle was doing something illegal, so I reported it" she said, which made you a little confused.

She was involved with getting her uncle arrested? The legality of some of the Lawrence family's dealings was always something people were weary of. But there was only one time they actually got caught. You didn't read about her involvement in it so you were surprised to hear that version of the story.

"Didn't you just say that the reason you were disowned was due to your personality?" why wouldn't she tell you about this specific event right away?

"Isn't that connected? My understanding of justice and the choices I made were what my family didn't appreciate at that moment. So that's why that was my first answer before I elaborated" she was as blunt as she could get.

"I see, I understand but next time I'll appreciate it more if you could answer fully right away"

"Sure, I'll be sure you'll get the response you expect in the future" she sounded a little annoyed which got to you too.

"Is there a problem with that? I just don't see the point of us dragging it for longer than we have to" you try to stay professional but your mouth couldn't stop itself from pouting.

"Then we should move on, we exhausted the topic of my family" yet again it was a swing of emotions with that woman. In one second you're getting along, in the next you have the urge to snap at her.

"Okay. The last part of the interview is your chance to ask me any questions" you're curious if she even would ask anything at this point.

"Oh, in that case there is something I'd like to know. Are you taking this seriously or are you just playing us all?" you understood why she'd want to know if she's wasting time but it wasn't something in your control!

"Does this interview give off the impression that I'm not taking it seriously?" really, why would you organize such a thing if you weren't willing to try.

"That's not what I mean. I know that you've been here for a very short time but you've done nothing but avoid us" you were in the same house as them for less than two days. Just what did she expect?

"I needed a moment to adjust. I can assure you that I'm not 'playing' anyone right now. So is that all?" you were honestly offended that she tried to make you the villain here.

"Yes, I'll take my leave now" with that the interviews were complete and you felt like it was just the start of the obstacle course.

You sighed with exhaustion as you looked at the reports again "Was it really that bad?" you look up and see Thoma.

"It was… difficult" you admit. You probably have ended up with more tension between some of the suitors than you'd like to admit "But it did give me a good opportunity to learn something" most of the responses were vague, yet it did give you an idea as to who you'll be working with "Regardless, I'm going to head back to my room. I'll eat later" you say before he gets the chance to ask about it.

The moment you head upstairs though you were stopped by the girls. Confused, you wanted to ask what they wanted, but you didn't get to ask before Ningguang spoke up "We've talked about it and decided that tomorrow we'll have a small house party. Make sure you don't make any plans"

"What" is all you could say.

"Well you had your share of fun now. It's our turn to take the lead now, no?" Miko asked

The entire time Eula glanced at you. Probably it had to do with her suspicion that you were avoiding them… which both was and wasn't the case.

"So, what do you prefer? The garden looks pretty nice so we were thinking of either a picnic or a barbecue" Yelan asked.

"A picnic would be nice" you just thought about what will be shorter. Because setting up the grill and other preparations alike will drag it out for longer than you'd like it.

"Alright then it's settled, leave everything to us" Ningguang looked satisfied, perhaps the picnic was her idea.

"Wait, everything? I can help out" you argued.

"Now there dear, you've had enough stress recently. We couldn't possibly give you more responsibilities to take care of" although what she sounds may suggest concern, her tone was a little sinister "Thoma on the other hand will take part in it" she ordered.

"Right!" knowing him, he'd offer his help regardless.

"Okay then everything's settled, sorry for it being so sudden" Ningguang stopped blocking your way. You took your opportunity to leave but you could hear them discuss who'll take care of what.

You aren't entirely sure if you're looking forward to it… or the complete opposite.

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