#it’s not like he’ll get mad at her and she uses this to her advantage

[sadcambion]

They'll be all you remember.

Raphaël x f!Tav (reader) x Haarlep

TW: Questionable consent (The reader is under substance), rough sex

You were in a large luxurious red four-poster bed. Your mind was fuzzy, you remembered nothing. Your pussy was hot, sore, a warm, creamy substance flowed between your legs.

The little mouse, wanting to outsmart the cat, went to the fox. But the fox was not what he claimed to be.

And whatever you wanted to do when you came here, you seemed to have failed miserably.

You were nothing but a sex-hungry thing, seeking to be defiled. Haarlep’s voice spoke triumphantly, a smirk on the face. He was lying on the bed next to your amorphous form on the bed.

"Well, I wonder what face Raphael will make when he sees his little mouse here, so desperate…"

You don’t know who you are. You don’t know what this place is. You don’t know anything. Haarlep has poisoned your mind, his saliva has a phenomenal effect on you. Your misty eyes faintly rise towards his. You’ve been used so much in the last few hours...

"Raphael? Who is he?"

The smile of the incubus grows. He seems to delight to see you in this pitiful state.

"You know him pretty well, little mouse."

This nickname awakens something in you, but your mind in limbo is not able to remember … A shiver runs through your spine.

"I do not remember…"

Your body, still trembly , is trying softly to get closer to the incubus. It seems that he was not dead-handed with his aphrodisiac… He stops you, his claws gently sticking into the soft skin of your wrist.

"He’ll be here any second, sweetie, you better keep some for him… he’s very possessive with you, you know."

Another chill runs through your body, you’re so exposed and vulnerable, oozing from Haarlep’s seed. Obviously, you are not aware of the danger, the risks. You’re just a cock-thirsty thing and your body is hot with desire despite your exhaustion. You don’t protest when Haarlep stops you.

Somewhere in your mind you try to remember your name, you also try to remember who Raphael is. But nothing, your head is like an empty shell.

A man arrives, his complexion is tanned, his eyes brown, brown hair, he is dressed richly. He looks at you raising an eyebrow, the rest of his expression was indecipherable when seeing you in this bed, naked with his incubus, completely ravaged. He approaches, his calm steps betrayed no emotions. He looks at Haarlep, his eyes fixed on you.

"What’s she doing here?"

He was looking at you, his eyes slightly surprised masked by his neutral expression. This thing… It wasn’t Tav, it wasn’t you.

Haarlep is smirking as you look at the two men, you are lost in the wave in your spirit.

"Our little thief seems to have failed..."

He frowns. Of course, what else would you do here? You had nothing to do here. He is both mad with rage when hearing that you had come to him to steal his hammer and also mad with rage that you fell into the claws of Haarlep. Nevertheless, he will use this to his advantage. He looks at you, you perceive a mad anger in his eyes but also regret. You do not understand. Who is this man? Why is he looking at you like this? Raphael speaks slowly, calmly, despite the rage that is boiling in him.

"I never thought you’d fall so low, Tav."

"I don’t understand, what have I done?"

You look up at the man, seemingly indifferent to being naked in front of him, full of incubus sperm. Haarlep observes in silence, contemplating your rather wide hips and your bouncy buttocks. 

You don’t remember anything, but something in your mind, something far away screams to you that this situation is not normal, that you shouldn’t like it. Raphael look hardly Haarlep.

"Why did you drug her?"

Haarlep smiles, it’s a bit provocative considering the sharp look of Raphael. The incubus sigh before leaning towards you, his lips hovering over yours.

"Master... isn’t it better when she’s totally malleable? So eager..."

He speaks softly, his voice being lewd. He crushes his lips on yours, all in front of his master. It makes its tongue penetrate into your mouth, its saliva sending you again tingling in the lower abdomen. You kiss him greedily, lost in the throes of pleasure. He drugs you a little more every second of the kiss... His tongue plays with yours.

He finally retreats, before looking at Raphael.

"See? Isn’t that better? She wants more..."

Raphael looks at the contemptuous creature who has just kissed his little mouse while undressing gently. It is clear that his intentions are just as sinful as those of Haarlep. You feel like you’re going crazy wet when you see that man you can’t remember, naked. The devil smiles wickedly looking at your quivering body of desir. You have nothing of that woman he respected. You just looked like a whore.

It takes its shape of cambion before your misty eyes, empty of all emotion, except excitement. He climbs on the bed, his hands touching your throat and breasts. Your red nipples have been hard for so long. Raphael seems to think at something.

"Mh.. When she is fully conscious, she will face her actions. But while waiting..."

He smiled ominously, his two hands pressing your breasts as you begin to moan, they were sensitive and painful because of the many solicitations of Haarlep.

"While waiting why not enjoy what I have at hand... That’s the least you can do, isn’t it, little mouse?"

Again this nickname... But you are too in the mist to raise the threat of his words. You don’t remember him, but he seems less fun than Haarlep. He seems more sneaky, more sinister. More... Diabolical.

Once again, your mind is screaming that nothing like this is normal.

"I did nothing. No?"

He laughs insidiously before turning you on your stomach, your soft body can do nothing to prevent it, and anyway you don’t want it, you want it, you want to be soiled by his demonic sperm, you want to feel his cock spread yours walls to their limits. He raises your hips, your ass in the air, fully exposed. Your pussy drips on the sheets.

"Oh, trust me, when I’m done having fun with you, you’ll remember..."

At the same time Haarlep who obviously hasn’t had enough of you is kneeling in front of your face, his length again hard, proudly erect.

Raphael positions himself behind you, the tip of his sex against your hole already mistreated and degoulinant of your juice and that of the incubus. You moan weakly at the sensation, Words try to come out of your mouth but Haarlep does not wait and pushes his cock in, making you silent.

You tighten the sheets under you, on your knees. Raphael also seems to be tired of being patient and he enters you in a hard and deep push by seizing your hips. Most of your screams are muffled against the cock of the incubus and unlike Raphael’s sloppy and angry blows, Haarlep is sweeter, at least, as much as he can be.

You feel the hard length of the devil entering deep within you. Your walls already dirty and already irritated because of the previous assaults tighten as a protest but given your muffled moaning and your buttocks which rise even more to allow him to take you deeply, it is clear that you want that. Your empty, drugged mind wants this. 

It violently hits your cervix and you almost bite Haarlep, the sensation makes you crazy. You can hear the cambion giggling behind you as the incubus grabs your hair hard, pumping his cock further down your throat. Haarlep speaks softly, between some moaning.

"Don’t bite, keep being a good girl for me..."

At the same time, the devil whose wings cast a sinister shadow on your naked and mistreated body plunders you relentlessly, hitting your collar to hurt you. It’s too deep, too strong, and you can smell it despite Haarlep’s aphrodisiac saliva.

The incubus holds your hair firmly and a trickle of saliva flows down your chin.

In the midst of the two evil creatures, you look like a wreck.

Your body trembles and almost begins to convulse, you can no longer, your body is hot. You are overstimulated on all sides and struggling.. And yet you still want it. Your hand slips between your legs to start rubbing your clitoris. Raphael firmly grasps your wrist, stopping you as you feel his cock throbbing in your warm walls, it is still against your cervix...

"You are really insatiable..."

He forcefully tightens your wrist with one hand and you feel that it will leave you bruises. At the sight of Haarlep’s soft moaning he also seems close, the tip of her sex rubbing your throat. Your throat hurts you. Your pussy too. You hear Raphael panting from time to time.

You feel them filling you simultaneously. Raphael’s burning seed was landing directly in your womb already so full because of Haarlep. Your orgasm strikes at the same time, imprisoning his cock in you, tears of pleasure bead at the corner of your eyes and Haarlep firmly holds your head, forcing you to swallow his precious seed while he ends up grunting.

Haarlep retreats, his body still quivering slightly while Raphael remains anchored deep inside you. His clawed hand goes through your messy hair, almost affectionately despite the circumstances and his hoarse voice is full of dark promises, you will not get away with it.

"Enjoy my dear, the rest will not be as pleasant..."

No, you shouldn’t like it, it’s wrong, so wrong, and yet... you find yourself wanting to be the whore of the devil and Haarlep.

#raphael the cambion #bg3 raphael #tav x raphael #bg3 writing #haarlep x reader #bg3 haarlep #raphael x tav x haarlep #raphael x reader

[moonstruckme]

hii! I was wondering if you could write something about James meeting reader for the first time when he finds her crying at a party or something? and just takes the time to comfort her and get to know her?

Idk that idea just came to me and I think it’s so sweet and adorable 😭🙏🏼

Thank you for requesting lovely!

cw: alcohol

James Potter x fem!reader ♡ 1.2k words

You thought you came in here to be alone, but it’s just like a boy to come and ruin your plans. And just like James Potter to be drawn to the sound of your weeping like a superhero towards sirens. 

“Hello?” You cover your mouth with a hand as the bedroom door creaks open. “Is someone in here?” 

You recognize the voice even robbed of its usual levity, cautiously softened for your benefit. Your stilted breaths continue puffing out of your nose despite your attempts to be quiet, and James’ footsteps come closer. 

“Hey,” he says, crouching in front of you, “you alright?” 

“Mm-hm,” you hum pitchily. Your shoulders shake silently as tears continue gushing out of you. 

James’ forehead creases. “What’s wrong, love?” 

Your bottom lip wobbles at his concern, but you stay strong. “Nothing.” You wipe your cheek with the butt of your palm. “M’fine.” 

“Well, that’s good to hear.” He offers you a smile. The effect, you know, is dizzying when you’re sober, so you’re not too frightened when it works the same now. “Would you like a tissue?” 

You nod, and James reaches for the nightstand behind you. He pulls open the top drawer, one hand protecting your head from bumping into it, and procures a box of tissues. You take it from him, holding it in your lap. 

“How did you know where to find that?” 

“This is my best mate’s room,” he says. “Sirius. I’m James, by the way.” 

You blow your nose. “I know. I know who Sirius is, too.” 

“Yeah?” James grins. You fold the tissue and start wiping under your eyes. It does nothing to erase the mascara tracks already running down to your chin, but James doesn’t think telling you that will help anything. “He’ll be happy to hear that. I know you, too, though I don’t think we’ve had the chance to speak before.” 

“Sorry,” you say, patting the floor beside you for your drink. James subtly moves it beneath the bed. “I’m usually better to be around, I think.” 

“I don’t know,” he replies, “I’m having a good time hanging out with you.” 

You snort. “You must have a low bar.” 

James’ eyebrows raise, surprised mingled with amusement. “Can I ask you something?” 

You’re feeling for your drink again, not having processed its absence. “Um, sure.” 

“How’d you end up in here?” 

Immediately, your doleful mood returns. “Kayla’s mad at me.” 

“Kayla Chapman?” James tries to catch your gaze again as you nod at the floor. “Why’s that, darling?” 

“Sh—she—” Your lip wobbles again. When you don’t take a new tissue yourself James does it for you, pressing it into your hand. “We were together, and she was talking to this guy, and then she just disappeared,” you say while blowing your nose. “And she’d been drinking, so I was worried, you know?” 

You look to James for approval, and he nods. 

“Right, you didn’t want her to get taken advantage of.” 

“Exactly! So I had to look for her forever, I was totally panicking, and when I found her I tried to ask if she was okay and she said—” your voice cracks “—I embarrassed her. She was s—so angry with me.” 

“Oh, sweetheart.” James’ hand lands on your shoulder as you hunch over your lap. He rubs it consolingly. “I’m sure she’ll feel differently tomorrow. You were only trying to look out for her.” 

“She won’t,” you cry, having long forgotten your reservations about doing so in front of James Potter. “And she was the only person I knew here, so now I’m all alone.” 

“Well, that’s not true, is it?” He continues rubbing your shoulder steadily, as if comforting drunk girls at parties is something he does every night. It might be, you don’t know. “You know me.” 

You sniffle. “I meant my only friend.” 

“What, you don’t think of us as friends?” James sounds appalled. “I’m wounded, sweetheart. I thought we were getting in some quality bonding here.” 

You miss the humor in his voice completely, looking up at him through still-glossy eyes. “Are we friends?” 

“I’d like to be.” 

“Why?” 

James' expression does something funny. “Do you ask everyone who wants to be your friend that?” You tilt your head, unsure how to answer, but he goes on. “I like you. You try to keep your friends from being assaulted and you’re clearly conscious of your use of paper products—” You follow his gaze as he glances pointedly at the two tissues you’ve been folding to use over and over again “—what other qualities does a person need?” 

Your lips quirk just a little. James’ smile blooms all over again for seeing it. “You’re really nice,” you tell him. “I mean, I knew you were, s’what everyone says, but it’s still good in person.” 

A little laugh sputters out of him, but James doesn’t quite know how to respond to that. 

“I’m tiresome,” you warn him gravely. “You’ll get sick of me.” 

“I know we’ve only just met,” he replies, still smiling in that always-sunny way of his, “but I don’t really see that happening. I’ll be sure to let you know if it does.” He regards you for a moment. Your face is a mostly dried-up watershed of makeup and snot, collecting to a point around your chin, but James is happy to note no fresh tears seem prepared to spill. “Would it make you feel any better if we cleaned your face up a bit?” 

You blink and touch your fingertips to your face, brow scrunching when they come away sooty. “Oh,” you say. “That would be nice.” 

“I’ll be right back.” 

James takes your drink with him, grateful you don’t seem to notice as he dumps what remains in Sirius’ sink and tosses the cup in the bin. When he returns with a washcloth dampened with warm water, you’ve leaned your head against the side of the mattress and are staring into the middle distance. You still look heart-wrenchingly sad. James wonders if your friend is anywhere near as inebriated as you, and whether she realized that by leaving with that guy she was leaving you like this. Whether it was really you who needed to be looking out for her or the other way around. 

“Back.” His voice comes out quieter than he intends, reduced to nearly a whisper at the sight of your pensive state, but your eyes lift to his anyway. You raise your head as one corner of your mouth tilts upwards. It’s a greeting and, in James’ opinion, a decided improvement. 

He squats in front of you, palming one side of your face. “Close your eyes, love.” 

James has always made fun of Sirius for his “angsty towels,” but he sees their true purpose now; your makeup hardly shows on the dark material. He swipes it over your skin gently, extra careful around your eyes. 

“This is really nice of you,” you say. James decides not to let you know you’ve already expressed this sentiment. “This is, like, best friend level of niceness.” 

“Best friend,” he repeats, delighted. “Well, if I’d known I was going for the promotion, I would’ve gone above and beyond. Lavender oils on the washcloth and everything.” 

“Mm, you earned it on your own, though.” 

James grins. Your eyes are closed, but you’re smiling too.

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[pupcuck]

STAY SOFT, GET EATEN !

ft. leon s. kennedy x gn!reader

tags. p in v, incest, dub-con that is basically non-con idk

note. unedited cuz i got lazy omg. umm ignore typos :3 sorry my writing is so jolty lately im finding it hard to write so it’s all coming off very clunky but :3 rbs n feedback appreciated !! this is like not actually that smutty I’m sorry 💔 if u see me reusing bits from other old fics pretend it’s new

tumblr has started to remove fics that use tw non-con, tw incest and any nsfw tags in general from the tags. for this reason, as i’d like my fic to appear in the tags so i can have the same reach as other authors, please understand that this fic contains dark content under the cut. reading this comes at your own risk.

Your dad is hot, an indisputable fact. He’s a total babe, kinda looks like he should’ve been in Baywatch during his prime, got a rack that rivals C. J. Parker’s. Ever since you hit twelve, and the girls in your class suddenly got all boy crazy, you’ve been hearing nonstop about how cute dad is.

Sleepovers were held at yours so they could get a glimpse of him, and your dad might be friendly, but he’s clumsy with conversation, not much of a talker, so he made himself scarce. Then came the slew of questions, you think it was Ashley Graham, the one that didn’t know how to quit it. Airheaded with eyes like chipped peridot.

Hey, where’s your mom? Is she still around, I’ve never heard about her? What kinda girl does your dad like?

My dad doesn’t like kids, freak.

He might, and I’m not a kid! I mean, I turn thirteen in January. I bought a bra at PINK the other day, I even got measured, the lady said I’m an A cup.

Even my dad's are bigger than that, loser.

I’m, like, so not a loser! My mom said I could get a boob job when I turn sixteen, and by then your dad will be, like, what? Thirty?

He’ll be forty-three, dumbass.

Yeah, forty-three, that’s perfect. We can date then as long as you don’t have a mom. I did see a picture on your desk, but that’s your sister right? ‘Cause if that’s your mom, she never picks you up from school, so she’s either dead or they broke up or she hates you, right? I’m so right, aren’t I?

You’re wrong, stupid. My mom just works a lot.

Boo, I totally thought she was dead, well, whatever, if they break up by the time I hit sixteen, I’ll totally be your new step-mom.

For a lack of better words, you wanted that bitch dead. She meant well, you’ve just never met someone so out of touch, the type of girl that hands out Chanel handbags at the food bank.

A few years later, when you turned eighteen, it was Ada Wong, you had this co-dependent, whirlwind friendship that had you by the throat. She was cool, a few years older, and everyone thought she was hot. You were lame, and wanted everyone to think you were hot. What you don’t understand is how on earth it ended with her hand down the front of your dad’s pants at your graduation party. He was totally out of it too, she took advantage of a poor, drunk old man, and the worst part about it? That wasn’t what made you mad. Not that she touched him when he was slurring, tripping over his own feet, you were mad ‘cause she got to touch him in the first place.

When you tell your counsellor, I have a crush on my dad, she falters. She’s this older lady that reminds you of your Auntie Claire, they have the same button nose, and that makes it harder to talk to her. She presents herself professionally, and takes herself a little too seriously, also in the way Auntie Claire does at times. Bitch thinks she’s a psychologist. She has an office tucked right into the corner of your university’s humanities department.

“Well, is your dad absent?” She starts, chews on the lid of her ballpoint pen, the type you get in a pack of two hundred. See, if she were a real psychologist, she’d have a fancy one, with runny ink, and a metallic barrel.

“No, my dad raised me.” Your lips twitch upwards, wanting to scowl at her. ‘Cause this is your thirteenth session, and she knows how close you are to dad.

“Well, then, has your dad ever hit you?” She blinks real slow like it hurts to blink.

“What? No, never.” You’ve asked me these questions before, you stuck-up cow.

“Well, then,” Her eye twitches, you think she might report you to the authorities for being a freak, “Has he ever behaved inappropriately with you?”

The worst your dad has done is ask if you’re on birth control, only once, and he was rightfully worried. “Never, he would never do that.” I don’t know if you’ve been listening, I’m the one that wants to sit on his dick.

She taps her nail on the oak desk, popping open a button on her blouse. Some counsellor she is, mouth drying up ‘cause you have a crush on your dad. “Listen, if it’s not me overstepping boundaries, or being impolite, I’d like to refer you to a therapist.”

No fucking way. Jackpot. You’ve been waiting three months for this, all it took for her to cut the crap was an incestual confession? Although, you really do need to get that fixed, there’s this part of your brain, the cerebellum you believe, that’s been cut out and replaced by a hunk of meat that resembles your father. Whoever did it made a shoddy malpractical mess that you’re left to clean up with scarce supplies and medical knowledge.

“I'd really appreciate that.” You tell her, mustering your toothiest of grins as you pack up your shit and pass through the doorway, never to turn back to advice that consists solely of ‘talk it out’ and ‘use daily affirmations’ and other baseline shit they cover in Cosmopolitan articles you could read for free.

Therapy turns out to be no help. Not ‘cause of the content of the session, this is your first one actually, more ‘cause your therapist resembles dad. A little more on the polished side than your father, with salt and pepper hair that would look so good on him. Leon refuses though, to grow old, that is, to look anything more than thirty - he’s far past that, you think he’s looked old ever since you were born.

It’s going to be a distraction, you might leap out of your seat and fuck this man half to death if he scoots his chair any closer, if he keeps scratching his chin in the way dad does. There’s a copy of Nineteen-Eighteen-Four on the desk behind him, the one with the fabric cover to be specific, embellished by tiny labouring hands to sit pretty on the best-seller shelf in some overpriced independent bookstore. More importantly, it’s the copy that collects dust on your dad’s bedside, the one he insists to have read, but the pages still have that fresh scent to them, and not a single one is dog-eared.

There’s a ring on his ring finger, just like dad’s, and that might be a stretch, ‘cause every married man has a ring on their ring finger. Still reminds you of dad though. His is gold, and dad’s is silver ‘cause mom likes silver. You like silver ‘cause it looks pretty on dad.

He introduces himself, his way of speech is refined, and you can tell he thinks before he speaks unlike dad. Leon is clunky with words, oftentimes crude without realising. Cancellation and no-show fees, your rights, confidentiality, he runs you through all of it - the whole time you’re focused on his lips, the prominent curve of his Cupid’s bow, the double lip line that makes them appear fuller from afar. Just like dad’s lips.

The receptionist frowns when you request to see another therapist, then she begins to click, click, click away at her keyboard. She stops midway to file her nails, then she pops her gum and gives a very simple shake of the head, ponytail moving with her. You doubt the slow bitch even tried, so you make your way home, a heat in your stomach that refuses to fizzle out, an ache so deep only dad could reach it. With his dick, obviously.

Dad’s keys jingle and you hear wedding bells. You check the time, he’s home early, he toes off his shoes and tucks them into the cubby hole shelf mom placed by the door. She’d be down his throat if he left them scattered for her to trip over again.

“Hey, sweetheart.” Leon smiles kindly, the same smile that’s seen you throughout your life. The one he gave you when he first held you, the one he gave you when you fell off your bike, and he brushed the crumbly gravel off your knees and kissed the tender scrapes on both. When you graduated, and he held back tears but acted all tough about it, he smiled all the same.

“Hi, dad.” The one you give in return is meek, the apples of your cheeks refusing to raise upwards into your eye-line.

“Oh,” Dad is perceptive, he throws his jacket over the bannister, keys tucked into one of it’s unzipped pocket - they dangle haphazardly, and you’re sure he’ll forget about them and toss that jacket in the washing machine, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” You shrug Leon’s hand off of your shoulder when he takes the seat adjacent to you. It’s cruel, the expression on his face sours, your heart lurches. Making him upset is your farthest intention, you just don’t know how much skin to skin contact you can handle with him.

Nonetheless, it was the wrong move, ‘cause he shuffles closer, “Hey now, don’t push me out, what’s wrong?”

“Dad, I promise, nothing's up.” You aim to soothe him with your words, but his agitation grows, your discomfort is palpable - he tastes it on his tongue, it’s the blood in the back of his throat. There’s no getting past him. “Therapy was bad.” No harm in telling a lie or two.

“Therapy,” Leon waves his hand through a nonexistent cloud of smoke, “You don’t need that.”

Here we go. All you need is a hug from dad! A kiss from dad. And you’ll be all better, sweetheart.

“I do, dad.” You glare at him, he smooths his thumb over your wrinkled brow and your heart drops to your ass. Dad needs to stop touching you before you touch him back, that’s a silent threat, your fingers twitch to grab him, mould his soft flesh into the shape of your fingertips.

“I did a good job with you,” Leon states, “My dad—“

My dad hit me, my dad threw me through a glass table once, busted my ass and made me crawl through the shattered glass and then he set wild dogs on me - your grandma just watched - I been through all that and I don’t need to go to therapy. He says something along those lines, albeit less cinematically thrilling.

“You did a very good job with me,” You nod, reassure him in a maternal tone almost ‘cause all dads are children that need to be praised, “It’s not your fault, dad, I love you lots.” Well, it is, for raising you so well, maybe he raised you too well. Or maybe you’re just a bit sick in the head, or maybe it’s his fault for looking how he looks.

“Then you don’t need therapy,” He sinks back into his dent in the leather couch, “You just need a hug, bring it in, kid.”

No, no, no. You do your best to fend him off, all for his own sake, but he draws you close to his chest, smothers you by pushing your face right into the dip. He smells good, cologne gradually having worn off as the day progressed, the slightly tangy undertone of his sweat coming through.

“And a kiss.” He coos at you, pinches your cheek, clicks his tongue in an attempt to coax you.

God, no. Don’t kiss me. Don’t do that— Mwah! Smack bang on your forehead as he tips your chin upwards, blinking down at you with sticky toffee lashes. And you, stupidly, in your lovestruck haze, pull him in to place the most disgusting, sloppy kiss on his lips - one that does little to hide your ardour for dad.

Leon’s neck almost snaps with how fast he pulls back, then he stares at you open-mouthed, and you hate to say it, but you’d kiss his lips swollen again. A man of his age, especially your father, should not be pretty or doll-lipped, but he is and you hate it. He’s your hamartia of sorts.

“Sweetheart…” Dad shambles aimlessly through his words, umming and ahing.

“Oh, god, you totally think I’m a freak, right?” You take your hands off of his chest, where they had been firmly planted, giving him a real good squeeze without even realising. “Dad, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it, it just came out, you were just really close to me and I got nervous.” Now you sound like him, a lack of conversational tact is exactly what you got from dad.

“No, it’s alright, it’s okay, sweetheart, just give dad a minute.” He pats your shoulder, then he stands up, about to march on forward to grab his keys and leave. You know your dad, so you take his wrist in your hand, beg him to face you.

“Dad… I’m sorry, can you look at me?” You add a ‘please’ in the most desperate tone you can manage, brows slanting downwards as your bottom lip trembles.

Leon struggles to do so, his arm flexes when he tenses, stiffening in your grip. He sits back down when you begin to sniffle, too lamb-hearted to sit through your fit of tears. “Oh, sweetheart, it’s okay.” Dad rubs your back, but he avoids moving his face close like he usually would, this is his cue to kiss the tears from your cheeks, but he doesn’t.

“It’s not, dad,” You hiccup, choking on an ugly sob that manifests into an even uglier yelp, “I didn’t mean to do that, I’m just really lonely.”

“Baby,” Leon’s voice is sweet like a glacé cherry, “I didn’t know you were feeling like that, I didn’t know you were lonely.”

You are, but that’s not why you kissed dad. You kissed dad out of your own free will, ‘cause you’re in love with him. “I am really lonely, dad, I don’t know what to do.” The snot and tears don’t bother him, he wipes it away with the back of his hand. You’re his baby, you know that. So if he can do that, why can’t he fuck you? It’s ugly in the same way, he’ll wipe his load off your stomach instead, or your ass if he wants to take you from the back.

“Hey, it’s okay, we can— we can fix that, I promise.” The only thing you need him to fix is the leak you’ve sprung, plug it up or whatever. “There’s no use cryin’ about it, alright? Dad doesn’t like seeing you cry.”

His guard drops, and you’re kissing him again, harder, till he’s breathless and confused and yet unable to push you off. ‘Cause dad is so weak-willed when it comes to you. If only you’d had the guts to get to him sooner. “I won’t cry… I won’t cry if you kiss me, dad, I promise.” It’s a shitty tactic, threats, making dad’s heart jump like that - gonna send him into cardiac arrest.

Leon hesitates, softens like butter when your hands come to fist the fabric of his shirt, “Okay, just, just a kiss, alright? And mom can’t find out ‘bout this.” He stammers, cupping your face in his big hands, his fingers trembling. “And… And just one, yeah?” His flimsy assertion of dominance has your lips curving into the slightest of smiles, dad’s cute.

“Just one.” You agree, his spiky lashes cast shadows on his face, he shuts his eyes tight as your lips ghost over his for a moment, then you take his face in your hands and press them together. Lip to lip. Heart to heart. You swing a leg over his, situating yourself in his lap. Leon’s eyes open, no longer bracing as he glances down at your spread thighs, then up at your face.

“What’s up?” Leon tries, it’s hard to miss the apprehensive edge to his tone, how he burrows backwards into the couch pillows, shoulders shrinking to get away from you. His kid.

He’s not moving. Not pushing you off, which he could easily do, not calling mom and telling her you need to be checked into a ward of some kind - with others akin to you. Would be like a slumber party really, getting to indulge in fantasies that haven’t left the confines of your sick little head. Dad is looking on ahead, glassy-eyed and sad. And you kind of get it now, what you’ve heard about dad being easy back when he was younger. Not easy, but soft. Pliant against his own will, even when he has the capacity to say no, you’ve given him plenty of chances to say no.

“Dad, I’m sorry, I’ll be quick.” That’s a promise, you’re worked up from therapy with the cleaner version of dad. “And I’m sorry, we don’t have to do this ever again.” Unless you want too is left unsaid. You hope the implications are clear enough, that he’s picking up what you’re putting down, but dad is slow in that sense. He’s a hands-on type of guy.

You give him a minute, dad blinks, and there’s no explicit refusal, so you lift up to wriggle out of your jeans. Dad’s come undone a little easier, he raises his hips when you ask him to do so, and he flinches when you unzip them - fingers coming into contact with the softness of his cock through the fabric of his boxers. Leon’s not hard. It’s a blow to your already crippled ego, then again you’ve heard mom talk about Viagra to him before - so maybe it’s not a ‘my kid is groping my dick’ issue, but more of an old age issue.

The tip is velvety on your skin when you tuck your fingers beneath the waistband to tug them down, with the way he’s reclined back in his seat, his dick flops onto his stomach. Heavy and stagnant, much like dad himself. Doesn’t spring up and whack you in the face like dicks tend to do in porn, doesn’t have a mind of its own, it just sits there awkwardly.

Leon closes his eyes, you notice how ragged his breathing is and wonder if he’s getting any enjoyment out of this, or if he’s two minutes away from flatlining. To comfort him, you stroke a hand over his cheek, fingers curling beneath his square jaw as your other hand curls around his flaccid cock. He flinches, and for the first time in your life, you see dad cry. And it turns you on. The last time was when you were born, you don’t remember it, for obvious reasons, but he reiterates it every birthday.

“Oh, dad,” Your brows knit together, “I didn’t… Please don’t cry, I really didn’t mean to upset you, dad. Gosh, I’m just, I just needed to do this dad— Can you speak to me, please? I don’t know what to do.”

“It’s okay, sweetheart.” Leon’s voice wavers, his body is wracked with shivers, chills prickling his spine, “I want to make you happy.” You’re all he's got, you and mom are the only speck of normalcy in dad’s life and you’ve gone and ruined it. For reasons even your counsellor couldn’t process, reasons that are unfathomable to you. A prion disease so severe that even your therapist likely fears there’s no chance. “I’m sorry.” He says finally, and your stomach hurts.

“Dad, don’t say sorry, that’s stupid.” You lift your hips once more, spitting on your palm and smearing it over his dick has done little for lube, but he’s not all that big - and you’re dripping down your thighs, it’ll be an easy fit, ‘cause dad made you. Half of you is him, and that means he’ll be just right. “It’s not your fault.” You tell him, but you doubt it lifts the guilt from his shoulders, it weighs down his tender heart instead.

Dad doesn’t think that way. He blames everything on himself. Leon’s the one that raised you, he's the one that went wrong. You don’t know how else to tell him there’s something sick inside your head, and it’s infected every single part of you.

It’s hard to guide him into your hole, the tip bumps over your twitching clit a couple of times, up and down your slippery folds as you try to line him up. Leon’s face twists when you take him in, walls breached by the tip alone, you wonder if he’s relieved to find out you’re a virgin. You’ve been saving it for dad, didn’t know the opportunity would come so soon. Your cunt squelches when you take him to the hilt, squeezing around his shaft till he hardens inside of you. There we go, so dad does like you after all? Or is this a natural response? Or is he thinking of someone else, his eyes have been closed for an awfully long time.

“Dad, will you look at me, please?” That’s the second time you’ve asked so nicely and he obeys all the same, cracking open his eyes, foggy like stained glass, just as bright too.

Two hands come to rest on your torso, Leon’s keeping you at arms length. You want dad to let you in. The rocking off your hips elicits the slightest groan from his parted lips, you grind yourself into his lap, fat head leaking and jabbing at that spongy spot deep inside. See? Dad’s made for you. Dad knows you.

“Dad,” You whimper, clammy forehead sticking to his, the tip of your nose bumping his broad one, it’s romantic you think. In the same way A View from the Bridge is romantic - to you and you only. “I love you… I love you so much.” His hips jolt upwards, dad’s sensitive you suppose, he didn’t mean to do it ‘cause his face contorts with pure, unadulterated disgust.

Shakily, you take his bigger hand in yours, he’s limp in your grip. You jam his hand between your sweaty bodies, force him to rub them against your thrumming clit. Dad does it. ‘Cause he loves you, if you didn’t get that by now. His thumb rubs figure eights into your bud, the nimble touch, along with dad’s dick right where you want it, lodged deep inside your pussy - it tips you right over the edge.

Your thighs tremble, snapping shut around his hand, and his cock slips out. He’s only got a semi, or maybe he came earlier, but you don’t know much about dick specifics so you curl into his chest, and dad holds you tight even after you totally violated the poor guy.

“Should clean up ‘fore mom gets home.” Leon’s voice is unsteady, lilting up and down, all over the place. God, did you make dad cry again, you stupid bitch?

“Yeah,” You agree, scratching the back of your head ‘cause what do you even say after fucking your dad? Couldn’t even ask google that. “Dad, do you still like me?”

“I love you,” He answers instinctively, “I’ll love you no matter what you do to me, kid.”

#leon s kennedy x you #leon s kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy smut #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy imagine #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy smut #resident evil x reader #resident evil smut

[scenezfreak]

ooo jeff with an inexperienced (heavily implied virgin) reader. little to no knowledge on how relationships work let alone knowledge on sex. so of course jeff is gonna use this to his advantage, teach her that it is normal for him to randomly grope at her whenever he pleases, how it’s normal for him to stuff his cock into her while she’s sleeping without her consent or knowledge because whatever she says doesn’t matter and a good doll would let him do what he wants because you want to make him happy right? you dont wanna see jeff when he gets mad do you? he only treats you roughly and with mean words because he loves you. so just go back to sleep and let him fill you up okay? he’ll clean the bloody handprints his hands left behind on your body later (no he wont) ♡

IM FR GONNA START FOAMING AT THE MOUTH.

Be a good, doll

Warnings: Blood, gaslighting, virgin!reader

NOT PROOF READ, MINORS DNI

You woke up to hands roaming all over your body, you looked up and saw it was jeff. “Jeff..?” You said sleepily and rubbed your eyes. “Shh doll, it’s ok” he whispered. “What are you doing?” You gasped when you saw you were naked, bare cunt on display and blood all over you. His hands only spread more blood around your body. “I’m gonna make you feel good, I promise” he then stuffed 2 of his fingers into your cunt. You let out a whimper and your hand shot up to grip his hoodie. “T-this feels weird” you said, staring at his hand, his fingers disappearing inside of you.

He shushed you and laid you back, “Stop Jeff..” you said weakly, his fingers only sped up inside of you, “You don’t want to make me mad do you, doll?” You shook your head and he took his fingers out, unbuckling his belt, freeing his cock. “Gonna make you feel real good, yea?” He didn’t wait for an answer as he slid in slowly. You whined in pain, “wait it hur-“ you were cut off by him thrusting into you. You let out a moan and your hands gripped the sheets. Using his hands to spread the blood from his recent kill all over you, coating you in blood. He saw your worry and said, “I’ll clean it, don’t worry” he pulled out and thrusted back in.

You moaned out, your eyes rolling back as he hit the right spot inside of you. He laughed at how pathetic you looked, the sight of you covered him blood made his cock twitch inside of you as he thrusted in deeper. “Filthy little thing, you were just asking for me to fuck you while you slept.” He spat out when he leaned in close to your ear, you shook your head. “Stop- I don’t like this Jeff-“ he cut you off with a harsh thrust, his bloody hands coming up to grab your throat, squeezing hard. “But what about me? You want to make me feel good, right?” He said with a fake sad tone, still thrusting into you.

“I do want to make you feel good..” you said, moaning. “Then keep your legs open for me, whore” he continued to thrust harder, the smell from you and him smelled like iron, blood coating both of your bodies, getting it on your just washed sheets. A pressure started to build up in your core, you wrapped your bloody legs around Jeff’s hips, you giving into him so easily made him shiver with excitement. “See? You really do want this” he said with a grunt. One particular thrust made you come undone, cumming on his cock that was covered in your blood from him taking your virginity.

He laughed, “You’re fully mine now, doll, I’ll never let you leave.” He said as he came inside of you, making sure to fuck his cum deep inside of your before he started thrusting again. You were exhausted, trying to push him away. “I j’s need to use you, you can sleep, it’s ok” he hushed you and pushed your arms away and he continued thrusting. “I’m gonna use you until I can’t cum anymore.”

#creepypasta #jeff the killer #jeff the killer smut #smut

[mango-bango-bby]

Good night! I would like to ask dad! gojo x child! reader.... how did she end up in his arms? was she adopted? Or maybe the fruit of a one-night stand?

♡ Platonic Yandere Gojo Headcanons ♡

(A/N: I know this wasn’t exactly a request but I thought I’d make some Platonic Dad Gojo headcanons because some of you want a Platonic!Gojo series which I would love to do!! I’d just need requests for it 💓)

Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere, platonic yandere, baby and child!reader, mentions of one night stands, Nanami is a good uncle 💕, Gojo is clueless about children

Summary: Just some platonic!yandere Gojo headcanons (Platonic!Yandere!Gojo x Daughter!Reader)

Masterlist ➸ ♡

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♡ You were the result of a one night stand. Gojo is aware that he’s attractive, and he uses that to his advantage. It’s safe to say he’s a bit of a player. He had completely forgotten about to woman that he had a one night stand with until about nine months later when he started getting angry text messages from her asking for him to take the child he got her pregnant with. He actually doesn’t believe her until she shows up at his doorstep, shoving you into his arms. She doesn’t want you so she just hands you off, telling him that you’re his problem now.

♡ Gojo doesn’t even think about giving you away. Not when he looks down at the chubby little baby in his arms. You’re just so cute, and he may not know how to care for a child properly but he will try for you! He promises to try and be a great father to you.

♡ Honestly knows nothing about how to care for a child. He refuses to read a book about parenting though because of his pride. He gets a lot of things wrong, he didn’t know he was supposed to burp you for a few days until Nanami told him. Nanami actually helps him a lot, he doesn’t really trust Gojo with a child. One time, Gojo tried to give you a sandwich to eat- you were only six months old. Nanami was the one to tell him that you didn’t even have teeth to eat that.

♡ Gojo absolutely spoils you rotten! He’s rich and he is spending his money on you. He will get you luxury baby clothes. Yes, he gets stares as he pushing you in a stroller while you’re wearing a Burberry baby jacket but it doesn’t matter because you look absolutely adorable! You could even look at something for to long and he’ll buy it for you.

♡ Gojo is still very upset about your first words. He had been trying relentlessly to get you to say ‘dada’. He thought those were going to be your first words. But they weren’t. Instead, Gojo brought you with him to Jujutsu Tech one day and upon seeing Nanami you began cheering “Nana! Nana!”. It was clear you were trying to say his name. Yes, Gojo was mad at Nanami for ‘ruining your first words’.

♡ He doesn’t mind bringing you to Jujutsu Tech with him if there’s nothing dangerous happening that day. He wears a baby carrier with you in it. He may be the best sorcerer but there are those thoughts sometimes of what if a curse hurt you. Or if something were to happen to him and you would be left alone. He tries not to pay attention to those thoughts though, as he knows he would never let anything happen to you. He knows he would go through hell to make sure you’re safe and with him.

♡ He’s scared of you growing up. You two are so close now. What happens when you grow up? You’ll see the world isn’t just your teddy bears and chewing on your fathers sunglasses. What will happen when you’re old enough to go to school? What if you get bullied, or your friends steal you away from him, or what if you don’t like your teacher? He just wants you to stay his baby forever, stay with him forever. After all, he’s pretty much all you have.

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Thank you for reading, darling!!

#soft yandere #domestic yandere #yandere gojo #yandere gojo x reader #yandere satoru gojo #yandere!gojo #yandere satoru #yandere!satoru #yandere satoru x reader #platonic yandere gojo

[blayresmuses]

WHAT THEY’RE LIKE IN BED

summary: what the hotd characters are like in the bedroom.

includes: aemond, aegon, alicent, rhaenyra, daemon, harwin.

warnings: sexual content ofc, my bad writing after falling off the face of the earth <3

aemond is an intense lover who’s touches are almost always given in a precise manner whilst still keeping a heated passion that drives you mad. in other words he knows what to do, where to touch and he does it knowing how you’ll react and what it will do to your body. he’s so intuitive to you and your feelings, normally forgetting about his own pleasure altogether and focusing on yours. he can be vocal - as vocal as a man like aemond can be - and always has some phrase to whisper to you in high valyrian. he can be rough and degrading at times but he’s so obsessed and devoted that he manages to keep the love in his actions and words show through.

everyone can collectively agree that aegon is lazy and that transfers into the bedroom. he would prefer you to do most of the work for him and take your pleasure as you wish because he won’t make much effort to make you feel good. the most he’d extrude himself is to bend you over a surface and take you that way. however, you can easily dominate him and use his pleasure to your advantage which he loves. he gets off on the idea of being powerful but also being your toy and will submit to you wholly, although he does have his bratty moments.

alicent has always seen sex as another form of duty, there only for the purpose of producing heirs so she’s a bit lost when there’s actual passion between the two of you. she’s a bit timid at first and prefers you to take the lead but can be adventurous once she gets comfortable. she likes the feeling of you wanting her, lusting after her and the two of you would usually rile each other up all day so that in the evening you’re crazed and needy. she’s very easily worked up, eager to please and quick to come.

rhaenyra definitely likes to switch energies depending on her mood. she likes to be the bossy, domineering one who makes all the rules and punishes you as she sees fit if you don’t obey. she likes to command you to do things - she’s definitely got you to crawl to her on occasions. however, she likes to submit as well if she feels up to it and let’s you take charge. seeing you riled up and being the leader turns her on more than anything. she can be outgoing and adventurous as well, dabbling in roleplay and bondage.

daemon has an unrelenting libido - there is literally not a time he will not have you. he has no qualms about public sex or taking you when there’s other people in your chambers. he’s a tease at heart and enjoys the idea of corrupting you, taking your innocence for himself. before you’re married he’d sneak you to the brothels and make you watch the others at it, describing what he’s going to do to you and how it will make you feel. he likes to stand over you and watch you touch yourself or show you how to take him down your throat, correcting you where you go wrong - a teacher of sorts.

it all depends on the mood for harwin. he can go slow and sweet, he’ll kiss you all over and worship you, looking you in the eye the whole time. he can also completely destroy you, leaving his mark all over you and pulling your hair. he likes it when you act bratty so he can put you in your place. he’s big on leaving lovebites on your boobs and ass then finger marks on your hips from when he holds you down. sometimes he just likes to watch, sitting you down on his lap and watching you grind against his thigh. he adores overstimulating you and has normally made you cum multiple times before he enters you.

#aemond targaryen smut #aegon targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x reader #daemon targaryen x reader #house of the dragon #harwin strong x reader #house of the dragon smut #alicent hightower x reader #rhaenyra targaryen x reader #daemon targaryen smut

[suqarcafe]

# project: edens garden trio showing love ! !

characters: damon maitsu, kai monteago & wolfgang akire. (features diana, cassidy + grace as side characters.)

prompt: how they would show you affection headcanons + a little bonus drabble. warnings: feminine reader (no pronouns used.) cursing, mainly just fluff with soft damon + a little bit of flirting in kai / damons.

authors note: asjfkeh literally ive been having damon brainrot all week!! hes so bbg so i thought id write for him + the other edens garden pretty boys. eventually.. ill write for other characters but here are my main three for now! i sincerely hope you enjoy my minimum effort writing. written by 🎈 hehe :]

# damon maitsu

i feel like damon would find it embarrassing to show any sort of affection to literally anyone, so he’d show it to you by doing small things; giving you gifts or doing small yet thoughtful gestures towards you. he doesn’t entirely hate saying it, trust me he does love you, but he feels like it’s a stab in his ego ykyk?

the two of you would be sitting beside eachother with the group of ultimates. damon was comfortably seated in silence while you were engaging in a somewhat interesting conversation with kai and grace. as the conversation continued and things got louder, the feeling of warm fingers gently lifting your hand and slowly beginning to trace your veins made your body tingle, your face burning up. you were struggling to hold focus on the conversation, trying to cover your flustered face at the small gesture damon made.  the action was noticed by him, and he  leaned closer. “mm. your hands are so cold, y/n,” he chimed with a delicate soft tone—whether to not be heard by the others, or to make your heart beat ten times faster, who knew.

# kai monteago

okok im pretty certain that kai would def be really touchy and flirty to show affection. whether its to genuinely show that he appreciates you, or to just get a reaction. i think he likes embarrassing you. i feel like he would be silly like that.

a warm day on the beach; sunlight peering down on you, burning into your body as you spoke with your classmates was just what you needed. diana had messaged you two days prior about the upcoming good weather and wanted to take advantage by taking a trip to the beach. so there you were, sitting in a beach chair, accompanied by cassidy, diana and grace. the two more feisty girls were arguing about their skills at volleyball— a game commonly played at the beach, while diana was simply smiling.

“hey.” cassidy turned to you with a glare of annoyance. “you think im better, right?” 

you smiled nervously. before you could answer, you felt arms roughly wrap around your body. 

“babeee?!” your boyfriend’s voice called from behind you excitedly. “hey, hey! why won’t you come in the water with me?” he whined softly, shaking you. turning your head, you let out a quiet laugh. “ah.” pausing, you placed your hand on his head and messed with his hair for a few seconds, which seemed to make him somewhat pleased, since his face lit up with a smile. “i already went in with you earlier, kai. plus, you were with damon.” 

he simply frowned and nodded. “but you look so pretty.” he placed a kiss on your cheek, his eyes holding a delighted look. a grin crossed his face. 

grace interrupted and stood up, not being able to watch anymore. “god, get a room, fucking lovebirds!” she snapped, slamming her hands onto the table aggressively. 

“you’re just mad nobody wants you because you aren’t as pretty as y/n,” kai murmured under his breath, although grace definitely heard it, and she wasn’t having it.

# wolfgang akire

wolfgang is pretty tame with how he expresses his feelings for you. he keeps it pretty casual and handles you gently. whenever he's with you, he won’t ignore others, but he’ll definitely direct a larger amount of his attention towards you.

wolfgang was sitting with you, fingers intertwined with yours. he was smiling and exchanging words with grace and diana. the three were talking about a show they had recently watched—chainsaw man—though the conversation quickly steered off-topic and the girls walked off. wolfgang let out a quiet sigh, and leaned back. he brought his other hand up to your head, which was resting on his shoulder.

he gently ran his hands through your hair and began talking to you, quietly rambling on about a recent case he had enjoyed in court, although you weren’t listening anymore. you had passed out some time ago before the girls left.

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#damon maitsu #wolfgang akire #kai monteago #edens garden #project edens garden #danganronpa #headcanon #drabble #project: eden's garden #p:eg #fanganronpa #im a little crazy about damon maitsu #fluff #prepare for flirty damon eventually #i literally stared at wolfgangs for hours in pain it was so difficult to write #damon maitsu x reader #wolfgang akire x reader #kai monteago x reader

[free-for-all-fics]

Joy Ride and House of Wax crossover prompt! This started as a silly little idea shared with my bestie @tinalbion but it just hit me hard and I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Pls tag me if you’re inspired by any of these ideas and I’d love to read it! 🛻💙

You were forced to take a detour and accidentally ended up in Ambrose while on a road trip with your friends after you got lost. What the hell is this town? It wasn’t even on the map. Bo sabotaged your car and broke your fan belt while you were all asleep and camping out in the woods. He also destroyed your CB radio so you couldn’t call anyone for help since there’s no cell reception out here. Bo was so confused as to why you even had that anyway, since you don’t drive a truck. The friends you’re with are so naive and gullible. They soak up every word Bo says as he tells stories of Trudy and Victor, their boys, and what this town once was. Your idiot friends take it all at face value, honest to God believing he’ll help them. You’re the only person who doesn’t buy his friendly mechanic shtick for a second. You try to catch him in a lie or call out his bluff. He does look handsome in his mechanic outfit and he does know a thing or two about cars, but he’s so full of shit.

He and his brother, Vincent, chase after your friends and kill them one by one. Vincent then takes them to his workshop to be made into wax. But Bo has a very hard time with overpowering and subduing you. You’re feisty and strong with a high endurance. You know how to fight back and use your surroundings to your advantage. You get the drop on him and Bo is lowkey impressed. Damn, baby! Are you a professional survivalist or something? You fuck him up good and barely flinch when he lands some kicks or punches. You must have a very high pain tolerance - that could be kinda kinky 😏. Bo thinks you’re hot, even if you make him bleed. But what really shocks him is when you kill your own friend before he can. Wait, what?

You tell Bo they weren’t really your friends. Just a bunch of randos you met that day or the day before. You offered them a ride and played nice so that their guard would be down. You boast that your daddy taught you everything you know about huntin’ and killin’. You also warn Bo that he fucked up big time when he wrecked your CB radio. Your daddy gave you that CB and made a strict rule to always call him at least twice a day, once in the morning/afternoon and once at night. He’s gonna assume the worst if you miss a call: That something bad must’ve happened to you, his only child and baby girl. He’s gonna come looking for you and will do unspeakable things to anyone who may have hurt you. If Bo thinks his truck is big, he ain’t seen nothin’ yet.

Despite the unusual circumstances, you really like Bo. His brothers, Vincent and Lester, are also really nice and have their own interests and hobbies which they’re eager to share with you. You spend time with each of them. Vince has made a cozy spot for you to sit and relax in his workshop so you can watch him while he’s making new mannequins or sculpting new objects for the museum. You and Les find animals to hunt and skin, or pick up animal remains to throw in the pit after you collect cool bones and teeth, etc. And Jonesy is an absolute sweetheart! She is best girl and can do no wrong in your eyes. You love this dog to pieces and spoil her.

You admire what Bo and his brothers have done here, how they’ve made their kills into art for their wax museum. You’re not even mad he tried to kill you. Instead you praise him for the valiant effort and feel flattered he finds you pretty enough to be made into wax and put on display. Damn, Bo thought that you were smoking hot when you were fighting him and kicking his ass, but now that he knows you have a murderous side, he finds you irresistibly sexy.

You start dating and when your dad finally shows up in Ambrose to find you, Bo nearly pisses himself at the size of your dad’s truck. Holy fucking shit that’s the biggest, scariest looking rig he’s ever seen in his life. You leave Bo’s side and run to your daddy’s arms to give him a big bear hug. Meanwhile, poor Bo is frozen in sheer terror. He’s never been afraid of another man before, not even his own father. Hell, he killed Victor himself. But your father is Rusty Nail, and he’s a mountain of a man. A behemoth. He makes Bo feel small when he blows a puff of smoke from his cigarette and looks him up and down before offering a firm handshake. Bo can’t tell if his hand is sweaty from the southern heat or his nerves, but he knows Rusty could’ve broken his hand just from that handshake if he wanted to. Rusty stays in Ambrose with you and the Sinclairs so he can get to know them all, especially the boy that stole his darling daughter’s heart.

When he and Bo have one-on-one time, Rusty shows his true colors. He shows Bo the goods that he’s hauling in his trailer: Weapons, torture devices, death contraptions, trophies from his past murders, etc. (There might even be photos of you and Rusty from when you were growing up decorating the interior of the trailer. Y’know, just cute family photos of daddy and daughter celebrating her first kill, etc. Normal stuff.) When more people come into Ambrose, Rusty introduces Bo to his dice game. He ties up two victims and explains the rules, then makes Bo watch as he forces them to roll. Or maybe Rusty intimidates Bo into participating and dealing out the torture himself. But Rusty is firm in that the snake eyes kill is all his. Bo may not have much of an issue with doing as Rusty says; he’s no stranger to blood, gore, or violence.

But Jesus Fucking Christ when one of the poor sons of bitches rolls snake eyes. Watching Rusty murder is unlike any death Bo’s ever seen. Your father is the most sadistic and petty man he’s ever met, but he’ll still laugh nervously at Rusty’s dad jokes and puns while he’s torturing victims or after he completes a kill. The damage you laid on Bo when you first met is nothing compared to what your dad could do to him. Rusty could absolutely fuck him up six ways from Sunday. Bo isn’t suicidal, so he would rather not get on his bad side.

Rusty actually really likes Bo and thinks he’s perfect for you. He’s shared cigarettes and beers with him, played card games with him, etc. He’s had lots of time to sit down with Bo and bond with him. He’s gotten to know what kind of man he is through long talks on the porch, etc. He already knows the eldest Sinclair will treat you right and make you happy, so he approves of your boyfriend. When the time comes, he’ll give Bo his blessing to marry you - He just might play some “practical jokes” on him first whenever he finally works up the courage to formally ask for your hand. Rusty thinks it’s hilarious to see Bo so scared of him and nearly shit himself. Bo asked him what his real first name was once and his reaction when he thought he crossed a line was comedy gold. Even if you ask your dad to go easy on Bo, he can’t help but fuck around with him a little bit and keep him on his toes! It’s just his love language!

Bo @ Rusty Nail like:

#slashers x reader #bo sinclair x reader #bo x reader #bo sinclair #sinclair brothers #rusty nail #Rusty nail and daughter reader #joy ride 2 dead ahead #joy ride #joy ride 3: Roadkill #joy ride and house of wax crossover #crossover fic #pls tag me if you write this #i’d love to read it #random prompt #random fic ideas #fic prompts #fic prompt #fic ideas

[missglaskin]

What would happen if y/n would start making demands in the yandere hotd family story? Like what do you think would happen if after she sees ser crispy coleslaw murder someone that her cousin cares for deeply she goes against Alicent and demands he be punished or executed? Would he still be pardoned or would he become dragon food?

If I was in that situation I would take full advantage of the power y/n holds over all these important political figures

This is for the part 2

There are many explanations for why Criston was spared from the prosecution. One could argue that Joffrey provoked Criston, and in the ASOIAF universe, a king's guard is allowed to use force to defend their honor. Additionally, it's possible that Corlys and Rhaenys didn't want people to dig too deeply into the situation. And as the queen, Alicent has the most authority of the court members; therefore, if she were to pardon Criston, what could one do? 

Now, in terms of the circumstance where the reader begins to make demands, it's not an easy situation to fully exploit. There is a strong implication from the beginning that the reader has been separated from their biological family and that they really don't have a choice whether they want to be in their current circumstances. 

While there are certain advantages for the reader, such as not having to worry about their safety, being able to receive all the lavish things on earth, and being showered with love and praise. At the same time, it's clear the reader isn’t allowed to be independent. The Targaryens, Hightowers, and Velaryons are all merely tugging them in various directions. They will expect the reader to take a side, especially when the dance of the dragons occurs. 

There are some characters who think what they're doing is best for the reader. For instance, Alicent tries to make decisions for the reader because she believes they need her guidance. Also, we've seen how, if given the chance, Daemon is prepared to take the reader away by force. Even the more laid-back yanderes, like Rhaenys and Viserys, believe they are treating the reader right by making decisions for them.  

There are certain characters, though, who will comply with the reader's requests. It also depends on the demands, such as whether they are political, motivated by the desire to get rid of someone, or merely material in nature. But given how eager they are to please the reader, I can see Laenor, as well as Rhaenyra and Alicent's kids, doing whatever she asks.

I can also definitely see Criston receiving punishment or even being put to death in the circumstances where the reader is demanding justice for what he did. While Corlys doesn't want people to have any suspicions or dig too deeply, he is still prepared to accede to the reader's request. If Daemon is present, he’ll back her up, and so will Rhaenyra. But Viserys has the final say, which he allows because he wants to please the reader. 

Alicent is upset and pleads for you to reconsider. Alicent might even be honest with you about what really transpired between Criston and Rhaenyra. As it’ll not only spare Criston, but perhaps sever your relationship with Rhaenyra. If you persisted, she would be powerless in preventing Criston from being executed or punished. In spite of that, Alicent can never stay mad at you, and she rather blames the Velayrons and Rhaenyra for what occurred. 

#yandere concept #yandere x reader #yandere hotd #hotd #hotd x reader #yandere house of the dragon #house of the dragon #house of the dragon x reader #yandere #asoiaf #yandere asoiaf #asoiaf x reader #criston cole

[justanotherpersonsuniverse]

DAMN CAP YOU COOKED THIS IS MASSIVE!! SPOILERS FOR CHAPTER 72 OF PN BELOW BEWEAR!!

OHH SHE TOOK THE EARINGS WITH HER STEALING THEM ok i’m a fool right this makes sense. 

Girl. girl please. “You gotta trust me marinette I’m the only one you can trust” YOU WERE TRYING TO SCAM HER 

Love Fei, the dichotomy of man is so real with her

Damn brother what an intro, and then we snap back to Juleka pretending she is Batman. I hope she is at least enjoying running around on the rooftops she wanted to chapters ago

I genuinely can’t tell if girly has a concussion or not. I am one to be tricked by the narrator so since she’s saying she doesn’t i’m like “Oh ok, i trust you”

Aww cute Alya and Juleka friending it up real style, I like how Alya was begging panthera to find marinette, so real of her. 

Juleka: dont worry i actually do this super often

Alya: be concussed on a rooftop?

HA-

Yooo super soulmate tracking activated??

I still find the fact that Marinette said that they “speedran dating” to be hilarious

Fei panicking like this is her first sleepover is so silly style

AUGH NO MARINETTE IS NOT THE PERSON TO ADMIT YOU WANT TO KILL SOMEONE TO

Like i love girly but damn Fei you did not choose the right person to admit murderous intent to

Like maybe this is good for Fei to be told “hey girl that’s a bit far” but like let the girl get her emotions off her chest before invalidating them LB damn

Cash, my brother, fuck off. Fei, kick him in the balls, I command thee. 

She was being emotionally vulnerable! Let her have her moment! 

Damn brother, Cash really just hit Marinette with the fact that good people can do bad things for reasons they see as good, this will literally break her good people meter.

Panthera where be you

Ricky, ricky when I catch you ricky (me about Cash)

YES GIRL (marinette said screw you, i’m hype)

Oop- Marinette is fighting back, and now she pointed out the obvious (to us, not to Fei) 

Damn brother plot twist (which I forgor) 

Oh dear oh dear oh dear, poor Fei. Girly it’s ok he took advantage of you in a vulnerable state that’s not your fault augh I feel awful for her

NOOO HAWKCOCK RETURNS BAD TIMING FUCK OFF

Help “what’d her glove do?” his hysterical

She pointed at the little akuma resting on her finger, “Are you gonna eat that?”

“Obviously not! Are you- oh you are. Okay.” ok so. Can marinette eat akumas to purify them?

Hey did Fei just get a real concussion?? Exciting

Who are these random lesbians in my father’s ancient duty cave? I ACTUALLY LOST IT

Oh damn the prodigious have shown up this chapter! Nice. 

NAH NOT HAWKMOTH HAVING PTSD FROM PANTHERA HAAA

Sorry not many comments on this bit i’m too into it to write

Realest reaction to gaining super powers

Wha da hell the renlings are mad. I do not remember them from the shanghai special i just remembered big lion guy

Damn motherfucker this shit bangs

Fei having the time of her life is very fun, it’s also been rather novel to have so much not-Juleka POV lately! Though that tracks with how much you like Fei!

I do wonder if you’re going to have her show up outside of this arc or naw, I guess i shall wait and see >:3

Could these lesbians please focus? HELP FEI STOP BEING SILLY

Damn nobody wants her to kill Cash. except me, Kill him Fei. I demand thee. 

I mean i think it would permanently scar her, but yknow, character building gotta come from somewhere buddy

Goddamn!! That rocked. Fei kicked his ass, hell yeah. Glad she didn’t kill him though (shush i have layers)

Help the awkward after battle chat with Hawkmoth what is this

FEI HAS A POINT THIS IS WEIRD AS SHIT

Backstory?? For Cash?? Ohhhh its that fucker. Cash is the guy who- oh ok it’s all coming together

HELP THE CHAOS

YOOO LION AKUMA HELLLL YEAH

I’ve always thought his akuma was sick as fuck

HAWKMOTH DIED/??

HELP SO MUCH IS HAPPENING ROSE CALLED AND- GTVNBUREFI

Ok so my suspicion that Adrien will find out has dimmed, but the embers are still there. Maybe he’ll be vaporized. 

Yeah maybe now isn’t the time for impromptu therapy ladies

Hell yeah, Panthera for the emotional intelligence win you go girl

Oh no it went wrong, Fei running away from your problems doesn’t work this is an awful time to do that!

No because Fei literally challenges Marinnettes ideals of a good person, her black and white way of thinking about things has been a (interesting!) source of conflict throughout this but i don’t believe she has ever disagreed with someone in this way that she actually likes. Idk if this makes sense, basically what I’m saying is this could be an interesting way to develop her black and white view on good and evil

I have feelings about it all ok??

“I can’t think about this” YES YOU CAN LB

I’m curious when Juleka will use that power again, also what is it called?

HELP NO i am actually out of breath from how much i laughed at Juleka picking up the phone for Rose WHILE CLIMBING WHATS HIM NAME SHADOW OF THE COLLOSUS STYLE 

GIRL. HAVE SOME PRIORITIES. 

WAIT IWIAIT WIH3W

WHAY

WITA

JULEKA CALLED HER SUNBEAM? ISN’T THAT WHAT SHE CALLED ROSE AS PANTHERA OR AM I GOING INSANE

WAIT. ROSE HAS A CLUE NOW? I’M GOING INSANE CAP

CAP PLEASE

I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THE ROSE-JULEKA REVEAL FOR YEARS

WHEN. 

Sorry i went mad

In my head when LB was flung off the big guy she pinwheeled through the air silly style

Is. is fei just flying about crying? “A mournful cry” and “red and gold streaked above them” like. As a bird i think that counts as flying about for the fuck of it and sobbing it up real style

It has been. A week maybe more. Sorry got distracted read 1.4 mill for another work got way too invested, we are so back though

And back to Fei’s POV epic crying girl montage qued

“And it was all her fault” girl please, there is a dickhead called HM and I think it’s more his fualt than yours, get over yourself

The renlings are so cool, the dialogue you had them do was mega cool cap

Dragon renling is bad ass, personally i would name them. He is now dubbed; Daniel.

Damn move over Juleka, there’s a new therapist in down, his name is Daniel the Dragon

Oh thank fuck, when Daniel said forgive i was like bitch Cash doesn’t deserve that, but forgiving herself makes so much sense. 

Not Panthera offering to fix her makeup- Juleka is so sweet girl

“We’ve got your back, Fei.” Ladybug exclaimed, “L-Like; If you need a plan, I’ve got one. I’ve got a great plan. I just need a GIANT jug- this made me lose it. What the fuck LB what would a giant jug do pray tell

YEAH DRAGON TIME

Sorry, that piece about her dad was lovely and it was awesome to read, it swept me up so i just ended up saying dragon time

Hm how does the dragon speak if it doesn’t have lips (in my head) 

No because ack what is this plan that involves a giant vase. Panthera you go girl don’t let her get eaten by another akuma, the dinosaur was enough. What will they do for Feast if not be eaten though that is the real question

Ya girly Fei just kicked kaiju ass in under 5 minutes because their timers were going off so, current MVP of the series; Fei, followed by Juleka for her metallica moment

Aww Mei Shi is adorable

He's so nice help

WHERE DID HE GO

Also wonderful break POV, that was a good line

Get his ass gang, cash is a dick

MEI SHI IS ADORABLE YAYAY AND SMALL

Fei has like 13 friends now. Is there 12 renlings or no i can’t remember

“Ooh sounds yummy.”

“You sounded a lot more professional as a robot guardian guy.”

“I was. Now I’m small and terrible.”

“Joy.” I LOVES HIM SO MUCH HE IS SO BABY!!! If only they returned to Paris with LB and Panthera, he could be friends with plagg.

Juleka now has a favor… 

Oh yeah plagg realised he could leave the ring while Juleka is transformed. That feels like an important detail. 

“OH MY GOD I HAVE PARENTS.” i love marinette. I loved this whole interaction actually, “water under the bridge, forced under the bridge” and all that was really funny

Also the fact that Adrien didn’t know your not allowed to sleep with a concussion has me concerned. 

Oh yay!! Juleka and Fei ‘therapy’ session

“That’s our everyday Ladybug!”

“AHA. YEAH. THAT SAYING. LANKS ADRIEN. I MEAN THANKS LADRIEN. THANKS. ADRIEN. AHAH.” realest reaction to that

The ending was very cosy, lots of fun :3

Finito!!!!!!! Amazing chapter Cap, ten out of ten, no a hundred out of ten is more fitting. I look forward to what comes next >:3

DANIEL I’m wheezing

I’m so glad you enjoyed bud! I’m gonna try and keep Fei in her lane for the rest of the fic or else my favoritism will show.

as for Panthera’s “special mode”, that’s called Mass Obliteration!

Plagg leaving the ring while Panthera is transformed is a marker on how much experience she’s had being Panthera.

When characters are transformed, they absorb that Kwami’s power to wear the suit. Then they expend a lots of that magic to use their powers and if they’re young and haven’t used that miraculous much- or don’t have lots of magic in general- then that magic is pretty much depleted to nothing once that power is used and their battery runs out after five minutes.

The Kwami is like the power source to the holder’s battery/charge, with the miraculous being the chord between them. Usually you need them “plugged in” aka in the miraculous at all time when the holder is transformed. However! Panthera’s gotten so used to Plagg’s essence that even if he leaves the ring for a bit, she can stay transformed as she has a bit of his magic to naturally spare. I hope that makes sense I’m babbling. Thank you to my buddy @ghostatjoes for that lore.

The base was in the original Shanghai episode. Ladybug’s plan was to get vored and break the akuma from the inside. It had organs. Mei Shi had organs. I was so disturbed, I didn’t wanna write that— and also I felt like Ladybug overhauling Fei’s fight was wrong. That was HER villain yknow. Wanted Fei to finish it all by herself.

I’m glad you enjoyed! This was def one of my favorite chapters ever to write. I think the size is an obvious indicator. I hope you guys enjoy Season 3! It’s coming I swear. I’m just writing a fun chapter before I drag you all into my hole of hell that I’ve been stewing over for years.

#panthera noire au #writing #Sneak a cat

[marezablr]

5 for the fic asks, good loser of course

5. What do you wish someone would ask you about [good loser]? Answer it now!

i just want someone to talk to me about that fic, and find out if they noticed some of the things i put into it? i put a lot of care into it, a lot of little details and choices. i did detailed outlining, so when i got reasonably far in, i was able to go back and revise my outline to try to make threads of continuity that built over the story. and i just want to talk about them, haha.

a sampling of just some of the concepts and subcurrents i put into this fic:

seventeen bending the rules

Four hours. It isn’t that long. Seventeen breaks Gohan’s watch during their basketball match, and Gohan keeps forgetting to get a new one.

“‘Four hours.’ You’re so full of shit,” Eighteen says.

17 was not ever truly sticking to the deal he made. gohan broke his watch. he frequently experienced dissociation, which means he couldn't keep a strong internal measure of time. worse, they frequently met indoors, so gohan was deprived of a major advantage (his skill in measuring time by the movement of the sun). 17 played with the time limit to test if gohan would notice and speak up about it.

18 knew, and she was furious about it. the whole situation was already triggering to her, and 18 (eng dub) likes people keeping their word. so 17 testing the boundaries there upset her.

he also at one point was like "i mean, you CAN still kill people. we can just hide that it's us. like a jack the ripper kind of thing." 17 never did (gohan was amusing enough for as long as the fight lasted) but he didn't have problems messing with the rules. to him, it was very funny that gohan was so devoted to keeping his part of the deal.

eighteen's problem with the deal

“I’ll sweeten the game. You like protecting these humans, right? I’ll promise not to kill anyone for a few days.” / Eighteen is suddenly right beside her partner. “What. You’re kidding.”

Eighteen’s lip curled. “You don’t even fight back.”

“You’re not even any fun like this. I don’t get what he’s thinking. And you’re so pathetic, you just let him do it.”

“You’re pathetic. This is happening because of you.”

“Stop! You're my brother. You’re not supposed to be like those men!”

i hope this one became clear by the end, but gohan was never able to have access to this information (by the time it came out, he was tipping into a dissociative rage), so i couldn't make it explicit.

i tried as best as i could to show that 18 was triggered because she had (in her forgotten prior life) dealt with threats of sexual abuse. that's why she didn't get truly mad until 17 offered not to kill humans (making it coercive). but because her brother is the only person she really has in the world, she turned around and decided to blame gohan for 'letting' it happen. all her anger and disgust towards gohan was displaced horror at 17 for becoming the kind of perpetrator who had, in memories she can't fully recall, hurt her.

bulma and consent

“Huh,” Bulma says. “So, can I look?” / He can’t resist a small grin. “Would anything stop you?”

Gohan is the oldest of only two part-human, part-Saiyan hybrids in the world. Data on his health and development, Bulma told him the first time she tried to get him to have a physical, could be a guide for Trunks’s future. If there are any risks or predispositions arising from their unique heritage, better to find it in Gohan so they’d have advanced warning for Trunks. / Well. He couldn’t say no when she put it like that.

She catches him for haircuts, sometimes. He’ll be by to help with one errand or another, and she’ll complain about the disaster of a hairstyle he’s created for himself. Then she’ll make him sit down and let her work.

“Please, Bulma,” Gohan says. “Don’t read it. Not until—unless Trunks is the only one left to fight. Let me have that.” / Her lips part for a question. Her brows shadow her eyes. If she asks, he can’t refuse, not with the weight he is asking her to take on for him. / Bulma withdraws her thumb. The folder closes. / “Okay,” she says. “Okay, Gohan. I promise.”

bulma functions as both mirror and contrast for 17. through gohan's interactions with bulma, we see how gohan has given up bodily autonomy in a lot of places in his life, not just through combat and agreeing to 17's game. he lets bulma give him physicals he doesn't really want and agrees to haircuts because she wants them. (you see a similar incident in when gohan doesn't want to be given fabric for free, but lets it happen because the shopkeeper insists, before slipping the money over anyway.)

this is a symptom of the way gohan has had a lot of his sense of ownership of his body and well-being eroded. it's not really his body. it's a body, and he's in it, and he uses it to serve others. that is what he has been taught since he was a child. this is how he can be "good." it is why refusing 17's deal is unacceptable to gohan. gohan doesn't believe he has a right to feel comfortable and safe in his body if, by sacrificing that comfort and safety, he can protect someone else.

so the interactions with bulma draw that parallel out. but the difference is that when the chips are down, bulma does take "no" for an answer. when gohan does advocate for himself—when he asserts the desire to not have what happened to him disclosed until he's ready for it—bulma listens.

imagery/motifs

there are a couple images/motifs that repeat in the story

muscle/sinew/blood/bone

gohan's internal narration evokes these at several points, most significantly in the opening passage about being good at losing. The quartet of words reduces gohan's body to an assemblage of parts. instead of his body being him, his body is an abstract tool that he uses to serve others. he often evokes those three images when he is trying to remind himself that it's just a body, so it's fine if he sacrifices it for others. the most particular use of it is the end of chapter four:

Later, staring up at a cracked mirrorball that no longer spins, Gohan tries to imagine what it would feel like to have your body and mind taken apart and remade to someone else’s design. To be normal one day, and something else the next, and to never be able to go back. He feels only the sinew and muscle stretched across his own bones, the blood running through them to the rhythm of his still-beating heart. All this body’s familiar aches.

here, gohan gets close to but fails to recognize that what happened to 17 also happened to him. his body and mind were taken apart and remade. he was normal one day, and something else the next, and he could never go back. the quartet of words, which have already been used to evoke how gohan uses his body as a tool, are meant to answer the question without gohan knowing he's answering it.

super saiyan/ki words vs android/energy words

toriyama handed me this one on a platter.

super saiyan is consistently evoked with fire, which is both a danger and protection against the cold. using fire for super saiyan is supposed to set up the 'lightning' imagery of gohan getting close to but never quite hitting ssj2. it also combines with evoking the oozaru/great ape, which gohan does at several points for himself and trunks. the great ape is specifically an evocation of saiyan culture, which gohan is disconnected from and cannot pass down to trunks. these both tie into the description of ki as being like a flame—they're all images around vibrancy and life.

the androids have blue eyes and no detectable ki. gohan refers to himself as using ki blasts, but he talks about the androids as using energy blasts. their eyes are always cold, and their bodies are always evoking an absence of heat. it is what makes the actual heat of their bodies so jarring to gohan: it's heat where his spiritual senses tell him there shouldn't be. it also lets their coldness juxtapose the flame that gohan was given by the people he loved (the anger from their deaths) that he then gives to trunks.

it stands as a final contrast to bulma's eyes, which are also blue, but they're a depth (the ocean) instead of a cold, cruel absence.

there are some other motifs that show up, but those are the big ticket ones!

gohan's use of language

harsh vs ornate language

Gohan clenches his fists until he feels blood. /vs/ Gohan stands in shattered concrete, still wreathed in the rage that Vegeta once believed would be the salvation of his people.

Faster than Gohan can react, Seventeen is in Gohan’s face and has his arm in hand. In a flare of gold, Gohan yanks out of Seventeen’s grip and away from him. /vs/ Super Saiyan catches on the rising wave of his ki and sears right through him, the beacon-bright apotheosis of a dead race.

gohan has read a lot of fancy books in his life, but most of the prose doesn't show that. in a lot of the scenes, especially the ones with the androids, gohan uses a lot of really direct, blunt language in his narration. but then these little flourishes of formality and poetry slip out.

i was interested in how gohan uses "ore" in future timeline but not in main timeline. i thought it would be interesting to understand it as gohan emulating the mannerisms of his dead heroes (most of the z-warriors are "ore" users) to try to keep them alive by embodying them. he's also just worn down, so even his internal narration is pretty worn down and to-the-point. but he still has this appreciation for life and beauty, and it comes out of him, especially for things he finds sacred (nature, the gift of super saiyan).

2. blunt, truncated vs flowing speech

“I don’t know,” Gohan says. “Maybe. I don’t keep track.” & “I’m not going to talk about this.” /vs/ “It’s good to be informed, Bulma. Weren’t you the one who said you wanted to see Frieza before he blew the planet up?”

similarly, gohan talks very differently to the androids vs anyone else. gohan's quite blunt, aggressive, and truncated with the androids. this is not his most natural speech pattern. when he talks to bulma, trunks, or even just other non-androids, he uses longer and more flowing sentences, because he is more at ease and in himself.

3. sparse sensory awareness in urban spaces/combat situations vs embodied sensory experience in natural spaces

He stays lying back on the sticky fake leather of the abandoned booth, muted lights above him and his cut up shirt on the ground at his side. /vs/ Then, Gohan inhales the wasteland winds, cool and clean and familiar. Then, his eyes set on the sapphire horizon and his bruised skin takes warmth from the morning sun. Birds call out for each other, for warning, for the pleasure of the song, and a wolf joins its howls to the chorus.

similarly, he is significantly more at ease and in his own body in the natural world vs the urban world. 17 and gohan both have "territories" in this fic: 17 will be a park ranger in another life, but growing up, he was a delinquent city boy. cities are his domain. gohan is a country boy and feels most at home in nature.

when gohan is with 17 and in urban spaces, gohan picks up on fewer sensory elements. he's less present in his body except as something to fight with and has much less appreciation for any beauty in the world around him. his sensory experience is pared down to whatever he has to take in to handle the active threat; any other details are extraneous distractions that could get him killed.

but when gohan is in nature, in his home territory, he allows in more sensory details. nature is where he feels most comfortable and at home, and it's a source of rejuvenation and strength for him, so he pays significantly more attention to what's happening in it. it's part of what makes chapter 4 so unique: it's the only time he meets 17 on his home turf.

the ghost quartet

while all the dead z fighters are "the sacred dead" to gohan, people whose deaths have an almost religious significance in his understanding of himself and his role in the world, gohan has four major ghosts that he evokes: piccolo, vegeta, krillin, and goku. each of them has a specific function.

gohan needs ghosts. gohan is someone very driven by his value system, and his value is very relational. he wants to be a good son, a good friend, a good student—in another timeline, a good brother, husband, father. being good in relation to others is extremely important to him. it's why he's so respectful to the elder he meets on the bus, and it's why he makes a point of bowing to 18 as his sparring partner, even though he doesn't respect her as a person. this is what keeps him in integrity with himself.

but in this timeline, most of the people he wants to be good in relation to are dead. all of the people he models himself after for heroism and bravery are gone. so he summons them up as ghosts, and all of them work differently.

piccolo: mentorship

Gohan recites a litany of dead friends, doesn’t let his fighting stance falter. Piccolo would never tolerate a lapse.

Piccolo would have never put up with him walking into enemy territory outmatched and uncertain without even having a contingency.

He puts his hands back in ready position, just like Piccolo taught him, to catch or deflect any strike.

Piccolo would have snapped at Gohan for the defiance, or maybe hit him with his eye lasers. Not that it ever stopped Gohan.

piccolo, as gohan's only active teacher (he learned from others but not directly in this timeline), is the person gohan calls on when reminding himself how he's supposed to act in a fight. piccolo tells him not to lower his guard, to stay strong and watch his back. gohan also evokes piccolo when he is trying to understand how he should act as a mentor to trunks. he evokes piccolo's memory to help himself stay sharp and so he can try to emulate the practicality and intelligence that piccolo modelled.

But it’s food. He shouldn’t be a spoiled brat about food.

Spoiled brat. You can still fight. Get up.

gohan also uses piccolo against himself subconsciously. without being aware of it, gohan uses piccolo calling him a "spoiled brat" to shame himself into doing things he doesn't want to.

2. krillin: compassion

He bends down to their level and smiles like his father and Krillin used to smile at him, like how Gohan used to wish all adults would.

Just hold on, Gohan, Krillin said to him. We can make it through this.

Placing his palms together, Gohan bows like Krillin taught him to on that long trip to Namek.

in this timeline, gohan has fought beside krillin more than anyone else. in both the saiyan and namek sagas, krillin looked out for gohan, including following him into every fight, even though krillin didn't want to join the battle. krillin never let gohan be alone and always showed courage in the face of horror.

gohan summons krillin's ghost much more rarely than vegeta and piccolo because while gohan uses vegeta and piccolo to scold himself into doing what he has to, krillin is a voice of compassion. when you are in a terrible situation and you can't leave, compassion can be agonizing, because it invites you to become in touch with your feelings. that means you have to feel the pain you're experiencing instead of shoving it aside.

but compassion also gives you the courage to keep going. and krillin's compassion is a virtue that gohan wants to show to others. it is a major value he holds onto.

3. vegeta: understanding

Ties are a weakness, Vegeta once told him, and Gohan should better guard himself against the danger they pose in battle. Gohan had disagreed with him then, vehemently. He still does, in most ways. / But these days, Gohan thinks he understands what Vegeta meant.

You’re too soft. How many times did Vegeta tell him that? Give your enemies even a hint of what they might use against you, and they will see you pay for it.

Once, Vegeta scolded him for not seeking outlets. You are Saiyan. Your blood needs battle as your stomach needs food.

Vegeta would call him pathetic right now. The idea is a comfort he takes with him as he cuts his thoughts adrift.

vegeta is a particularly strange case, because vegeta is someone gohan has fought beside, but he's also someone gohan has fought against. at several points, gohan evokes vegeta's ghost to argue with it: vegeta's ideology is something he can oppose to affirm his own values to himself.

but gohan is also experiencing a very strange kind of understanding of vegeta. early on, gohan calls up the memory of watching vegeta be tortured by frieza. gohan witnessed that, and he saw how frieza talked to vegeta. of all the ghosts gohan calls on, vegeta is the only one who understands what it’s like to be kept alive on the faux-affectionate whims of a monster you want so badly to beat—and you keep telling yourself you will, you keep saying you'll end it one day—but you are badly outclassed by them.

so even as vegeta is someone to argue against, vegeta is also the only person gohan can bear to think about in his deepest moments of shame. when gohan is sitting in the horror of the night club, the worst of the assaults, the one where 17 pushed the point so far that gohan could no longer pretend to himself that he was a contender and had to sit in the truth of being a victim—gohan could not bear to think of piccolo or krillin or goku. it would feel too shameful to imagine them seeing him like that.

but vegeta? vegeta knows what it's like. gohan doesn't experience shame when it comes to vegeta. he wants, so badly, for piccolo and goku and krillin to think well of him, but it's fine if vegeta sees his most shameful parts. so at that lowest moment, when he imagines vegeta calling him pathetic, he takes strength from it. one of his ghosts knows how this feels. and gohan has always seen the best in people, so he can imagine vegeta calling him pathetic when he lies down and gives up as proof that vegeta believes he is capable of keeping the fight going.

4. goku: the unreachable

“I think you’re taller than your dad now.” / “Not likely. My father was a giant.”

Three more days with his father would have meant everything.

And his father would have kept his word. Even if it was to a monster.

Then his father promised he would handle the rest.

His father walked him home.

It’s alright. He is Piccolo’s student. He is his father’s son.

Super Saiyan burns through him with a reckless heat that Piccolo would never have tolerated, that Krillin would have warned him about, Vegeta alone would have understood—and his father?—but it doesn’t matter: an android is a well of gravity, and not even Saiyan rage can escape its pull.

They killed them, and they don’t care, never have, and Gohan knows the real reason he’s the last one standing—it’d be boring, if they had no one left to play with—if he were stronger, he could have ended it, like his father would have, but there's only him left—

Gohan breathes like he saw Piccolo breathe. Like he used to put himself to sleep matching his breathing to the rise and fall of his father’s chest.

goku is the most sacred of all the sacred dead. he is three types of unreachability:

first, he is the unreachable ideal. gohan wears goku's clothing to try to take on his heroism. he repeatedly evokes goku's model of heroism, strength, and compassion as something he must strive towards. gohan strives to equal goku, but feels he falls short.

second, he is lost safety. as long as gohan's father was there, gohan knew he'd be safe. he is the safety of home and childhood, and he's the safety of a hero coming to save the day. in moments when gohan lets his guard down, he yearns for the safety he used to feel when goku was there.

finally, he is an inaccessible understanding. because goku is an unreachable ideal, there are things about his father he doesn't know. this gap leaves an ache.

Gohan stops, and he knows he does, knows it’s weak and open, that he should hide it—always the coward freezing when he needs to act—he just thought he could keep private at least that—

Gohan is a coward and a spoiled brat, and this is the best he has ever done protecting them.

What are you, a coward? Are you going to let all those people die for nothing? Get up!

but goku, like piccolo, also left a wound. in a moment of extreme desperation, goku called his son a coward to provoke him into fighting. he told him that if he didn't fight, it meant that everyone died for nothing.

like "spoiled brat," gohan calls up that wound from his father to shame himself into pushing through.

so yeah! those are a few things i put into the story. i could talk also about gohan as a bad teacher (he is doing his best, but he is modelling himself after piccolo, so he does things like starting trunks off with far too much time to try to meditate) or how gohan and 17 both enabled each other to not look at the assault for what it is (they both want to see him as a "contender," 17 because he doesn't understand what he's doing, gohan because he doesn't want to see himself as a victim), or probably lots of other things. i just... put a lot into this, and i love talking about it and seeing what people saw themselves! i tried to make it a story that would reward careful rereading.

#asks #peridotite #writing posts

[sunlightandsuffering]

Give us the flirting!!! I need to know how much of a rizzly bear Eren is

I'M FEELING VERY GENEROUS SO HERE U GO MY FRIEND, ALL THE DRABBLES LOL! full disclosure tho i actually hate 'Mikasa Yeager' Ackerman sounds WAY BETTER

“What about you? No Mr. Ackerman to get mad at me for helping put up your tree?” She flushes scarlet, her cheeks on fire, “No, not in a long time at least.” Eren laughs, “I thought Nico said you had a date a few weeks ago.”

Brat!

But is it her imagination or did Eren sound a little too curious, a little jealous perhaps? Mikasa shakes her head as she recalls the ridiculous excuse for a date, “I wouldn’t call it a successful one. In fact,” she looks up at him through her lashes, a wry smile on her lips, “I’d say he left thinking I had a husband at home, might as well call me Mikasa Yeager with how Nico was talking about you.” 

Eren chuckles, “Mrs.Yeager, I mean,” he looks at her longingly for a moment, his eyes tracing over the soft angles of her face, right along her lips, a visual caress before he continues, “It does have sort of a nice ring to it. Mikasa Yeager.” 

And shit, it’s sexual again because he makes love to every syllable of her name, tastes it on his lips like he’s tasting her, and she knows that tongue would do delicious things for her, make her scream his name. 

Mikasa tucks her hair behind her ear nervously, giving him a lighthearted smack because she is dying, her heart beating so fast she can barely keep up. It does have a nice ring to it. 

He winks at her and they both go back to their respective string of lights, a comfortable silence taking over and if she were a teenager she’d be screaming right now, because he’s so fucking cute and so perfect! This is a MAN! 

And she wants nothing more than to jump his bones right now in front of the Christmas tree, let him make love to her against the mantle, knock over all the stockings her mom hung up, shit. Because he looks so handsome, the light of the fire casting his face in a warm glow, the harsh angles of his face softened, that sharp jawline, strong nose and those pretty, pretty green eyes fanned by thick lashes. She can hear Nico’s feet pattering around the kitchen, his excitable little voice asking a million questions about dinner, and yet he doesn’t bother them, leaves them alone in the living room. She has no doubt her mother has something to do with it. But Mikasa isn’t above taking advantage, and she scoots a little closer to Eren, so their knees touch, nothing between them but the clump of tangled lights and the Christmas tree in front of them. Eren shoots her a small smile, and her heart skips a beat, “So umm you usually spend Christmas Day with your family?” Eren hums in agreement, “Usually, I’m not sure about this year though, they might be on vacation, they were thinking of somewhere hot.” Eren chuckles dryly as he yanks at a particularly stubborn knot, “They’re becoming snowbirds in their old age, leaving for the winter now to go somewhere warm.” 

“Oh,” Mikasa whispers in surprise, he’ll be alone on Christmas? And before she can stop herself, her big fat mouth is moving before she even has a chance to think, “Well if you don’t make any plans, you’re always welcome here.” He looks up at her, his smile wide and his eyes so full of genuine excitement at the idea that it makes her heart stutter, “Thanks Mikasa, I really appreciate that.” 

[plvtosun]

blanca has a playlist now!

it’s a little over an hour long, + i made one on youtube for anyone who wants to listen but doesn’t use spotify. there’s 18 songs, about half of them are in spanish. i couldn’t find any spanish/english lyric videos so sorry about that </3 but i did put in some mvs that i thought were cool on the youtube playlist. (except for the pretty woman one lmao the message at the end is good but it’s uhhh… kinda weird lol so feel free to ignore it and just listen to the song)

background for the songs below the cut if anyone’s curious!

songs 2-11 are basically just blanca and her experiences that made her who she is + her personality.

songs with [*] are the ones i recommend watching the music videos for cause i think they’re pretty cool :b

i’m from LA - self explanatory right?? lol

son mis locuras - blanca’s inner monologue while she’s still living with her family, i guess? nothing super deep. i like the line “me dicen ‘nena, te pareces a tu abuela’” (“they tell me ‘baby, you look like your grandma’”) because blanca’s named after her maternal grandma, so that’s a fun coincidence with her story and the song that i didn’t even think of when i added it to her playlist at first tbh

maría la curandera - it’s like her favorite tía in mexico teaching her about doing limpias (spiritual cleansings) for herself when she visited as a kid. cozy comforting vibe overall

cumbia feminista, mujer moderna, whore - these are grouped together because they deal with purity culture, which is something blanca had to deal with her whole life and it felt like it got worse the older she got. people trying to dictate what she wore, how she expressed herself, being catcalled and shamed, all that fun stuff :))) whore specifically relates to her dynamic with someone from her past who tried to put his idealized image onto her and got mad when it didn’t line up with who she actually is. she blares that song when she’s reminiscing and she looooves shouting “you love me for everything you hate me for” at the top of her lungs.

crumbling down → recuérdame → la llorona* - things are rough, but she’s alright for the most part now that she’s living on her own finally. → death of the tía she was close to, she struggles with it a lot because she felt like no one else really understood and accepted her fully. → remembering the time she was visiting said tía and how she and her cousin saw la llorona! the song comforts her because it’s a reminder and again, she thought la llorona was kind of pretty. (she wonders if la llorona scared the shit out of her cousin on purpose, to make him drop her instead of tossing her into the river to fuck with her…)

la vida es un sueño* - she lives life how the hell she wants! she’s over people trying to take advantage of her and tell her how to act. she’s angry and tired and done. side note, my favorite lines are “corazón sangrado, me has abandonado / necesito una limpia, que ando embrujado” (“bleeding heart, you abandoned me / i need a cleansing, because i’m cursed”)

songs 12-18 are the mushy toca (toki/blanca, coincidentally this means “touch” in spanish!) songs LOLLL i think the lyrics are pretty obvious so i won’t go into detail too much. i’ll add in (b) and (t) to show whose pov the songs are from

can’t get you out of my head (b) - “…shit i have a crush.”

oh, pretty woman (t) - HAHA he has one too you shy tsundere loser deal with it he likes you >:) pay attention to him dammit!

afraid (t) - ohhh she’s scared. but why? hm. alright

your sweet six six six (t) - the LET ME IN eric andre meme. he’ll be nice :( give him a chance don’t pass this up c’mon

sour candy (b) - give her a second to thaw out, she’ll get there

mary on a cross (t) - another nudge. he’s not scared off at all.

love song (b) - :)

#blanca tag🤍⛓️ #blanca tennebris #metalocalypse oc #mtl oc #i didn’t think i had this much to say LOL whoops

[healerelowen]

Happy Spooky Season!!! Dead Oak Tree with the Scrybes?

Hello Hello! Thank you for your request! 

Ohoho~ This will be fun~

Dead Oak Tree-How easily can they be startled?

Leshy

Second easiest to scare. 

Given he is an old man who has seen a lot so it’s a bit hard to scare him. 

However, when his guard is down and he’s either lost in thought, then there’s your chance to strike.

Once you do, he’ll let out a hearty screech before realizing it’s just you and let out a sigh of relief. 

He wouldn’t be mad or upset about it, he doesn’t mind. Unless he’s busy then maybe refrain yourself from scaring him.  

Do it enough and he’ll start making it a challenge. Keeping his ears pricked for any noise that may tell of your approach. 

Although, he does appreciate creativity and craftiness if you still manage to startle him.  

Grimora

Third easiest to scare.

Again, she’s seen a lot during her lifetime plus she lives with the dead so it’s kinda hard. Not to say that she can’t. However most of her being scared is out of concern. 

Try hard enough though, and you will make her jump every so often.

 Another one who doesn’t really mind you startling her on occasion. She’ll probably even encourage it! It adds a little spice to her day

So overall, not much you can do, but at least she doesn’t mind. 

P03

The easiest to scare. 

You don’t even have to do much, you can just sneak up on him while it’s working and just grab its shoulder, no noise, just a sudden touch, you can get a good scare out of him that way. 

However if you are full on scaring him, a loud beep will emit out of his voice box before it whips around to who or what is behind it. Only to realize that it’s just you, and then proceeds to tell you off. Swears and all.

Says he hates it, but in reality it really doesn’t care if you scare it or not, just not when it’s working. 

Though, he might use the cameras around the factory to its advantage to try and see it coming.

Magnificus

Hardest to scare

With his ability to see the future, it’s more than likely that Mags will see you coming. 

However, Mags is already the anxiety wizard so it’s probably best that you don’t sneak up on him.

If by some miracle you do manage to startle him, he fluffs up like a cloud as he lets out a startled noise. 

He will also tell you off in a more anxious manar and without any swears unlike sassy gay stoat robot.

All in all, don’t sneak up on him, he doesn’t like it.

#inscryption #inscryption p03 #p03 x reader #inscryption leshy #leshy x reader #inscryption grimora #grimora x reader #inscryption magnificus #magnificus x reader

[hurremshiv]

To me, specifically for the way they are portrayed on MC and I Claudius (not speaking about their real life historical counterparts), Livia and Hurrem are kinda opposites.

• Livia works with the system. She puts on the facade of the dutiful, obedient, subservient, and supportive Roman matron but she’s actually really ambitious and ruthless. For better or worse, she leads with her head not her heart (even when it results in those closest to her struggling to feel any real affection for her). She wants what she wants and she won’t stop no matter who gets in her way, even her family. She’s the threat no one sees coming until it’s too late.

• Hurrem actively fights against the system. She’s ambitious and ruthless but she’s also kind and empathetic. She does what good she can (via charity and public works and by rewarding those loyal to her) when she can. For better or worse, she leads with her heart (even when it causes her to make a huge mistake or to lash out in anger in a way that she’ll later regret). She only wants 2 things: 1) for her family and loved ones to be safe and 2) to never be powerless or at the mercy of other’s again. She’s the one who gets blamed for everything even when (sometimes especially) when she’s not the one at fault.

I think the biggest difference they have is their empathy. Hurrem always remembers where she came from and what she’s been through (she remembers her homeland and her native language and keeps it alive by singing lullabies to her children, she cries for her mother and father and sister, she frees Sumbul after he “unintentionally” betrays her and chides her daughter for her privilege when she doesn’t understand, etc.). She is able to be kind and understanding and respectful to the people who have caused her the most harm even when they wouldn’t do the same to her. She asks Mahidevran, the woman who once beat her to a bloody pulp, for forgiveness. She tells Valide Sultan, who tried for years to make her fall out of favor with the Sultan and to remove her from the harem, on her deathbed how much she respects and looks up to her. She prays over Ibrahim’s grave, the man who forced her to poison her childhood sweetheart. Following this cruelty, she remains a true and genuine friend to his wife Hatice for many years. She tells Mustafa to his face the unfair truth and explains to him that it is their circumstances and situations that make them enemies and she genuinely mourns his and his son’s death despite orchestrating his downfall for years. In stark contrast, there’s Livia. She pretends to nurse a man on his deathbed while spoon feeding him poison. She drives her husband nearly mad with paranoia to the point that he’ll only eat figs which she poisons. She tricks a priestess in order to manipulate the contents of a will to her own favor. She gets a loving son to rat out his mother’s scandalous affairs. She constantly berates and humiliates her grandson for his disability. She arranges for her son to divorce a woman he genuinely loves. She gets her granddaughter to accuse her lover of rape and much, much worse.

However, I think the biggest thing they have in common though is their almost unreal capacity to be able to play the long game. They knew what they wanted and they schemed and plotted to get it even though it took years or even decades. The commitment they had to their goals and their willingness to follow through is almost unparalleled in other characters. They also both have a good understanding of other people’s motives and characters and use it to their own advantage. Whether others are aware of it or not, they puppet master a lot of things behind the scenes.

Both are amazing characters that are absolutely captivating on screen. There’s a quote about Anne Boleyn that I think applies to both characters: “perhaps a figure to be more admired than liked”

All of this yes!

I will say that Hürrem's form of rebellion against the system is very interesting and I think is the key as to what makes her different from Livia.

She doesn't foment revolution. She doesn't oppose Süleyman (at least overtly). She uses her loyalty as a shield. It's more subtle than that. She asserts her humanity and refuses to give up that side of herself. She always remembers where she came from and what her motivations and goals are (love and family). And for someone who was enslaved and brought into this system, the fact that she fights for humanity against those dehumanising circumstances to me is the key. One of her first lines after arriving in Topkapi is 'We aren't animals' after all. She always sees herself and everyone else regardless of status as a person in spite of how cruel and ruthless she eventually becomes.

They are absolutely both brilliant at playing the long game. It's just that Livia is cold where Hürrem is hot.

#livia drusilla #hürrem sultan #i claudius #magnificent century #answered #royalsultanas

[officialleehadan]

To the Orchard

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Prompt: Low and High with THIS SONG

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Oriel’s recovery was swift under the care of Ratana. She was shaken of course, badly shaken, but it wasn’t the first attempt on her life and wouldn’t be the last. Her father was mad, and rumors of his madness were spreading as the campaign into the River Lands continued. It wasn’t that they weren’t winning, but the cost was far too high. The Zaisi fought like they were born with blades in their hands, and they took a steep cost in blood for every step they retreated.

When they reached the rivers that gave their lands their name, Oriel knew the battle would turn. Her father was too insane to give up, but the many rivers and tributaries would steal any advantage their cavalry could offer.

None of that would matter if the River Lord died in the dungeons beneath her feet, and so Oriel pushed through the fear and the bruises that marked her skin, and got her sister ready to go.

“I don’t want to leave you,” Maia protested even as Oriel helped her pack up everything she would need into a small pack that, while cumbersome, would hide beneath her skirts. She didn’t have to go far anyway. It was mostly cloak and a few precious keepsakes that would not be missed. “You shouldn’t stay here. He’ll kill you if he finds out what happened.”

“Let’s hope that doesn’t happen,” Oriel told her seriously and crushed down the tears that threatened at this loss of her truest ally in the castle. Her sister, who had been with her through everything. “You have the journals?”

“Yes.”

Oriel had spent the last three days copying down every bit of useful information out of their father’s study and put it all in a journal, neat as could be managed. There were maps, lists of codes and the ways to break them. People she knew were loyal to her father, and those who weren’t. Troop movements and supply lines.

A traitor’s dream bound up in simple brown leather. Oriel’s death sentence if anyone loyal to her father ever found out about it.

“And your chalk, you have that too?”

“I have it.”

She was fretting, but there was nothing for it. She was trusting the life and safety of her sister to the men who had spent the last week being tortured by her father.

“We’re going to make it through this,” she swore and pulled Maia into her arms. Maia crumpled against her and sniffled wetly. “Repeat it every day, like Mother taught us.”

“Repeating something doesn’t make it true,” Maia whispered, but she took a deep, shuddering breath. “You should come with us.”

“I can’t,” Oriel said regretfully, although she wished she could. “We need someone to watch him, and with you gone, I’m the only heir to the throne. He won’t kill me.”

“There are worse things than death.”

“He won’t give me to Visk either. You getting out of here is the best way to keep me safe.”

Maia clearly disagreed, but there was nothing that would change Oriel’s mind. Not that she hadn’t tried, but Oriel was set on the plan, and there wasn’t much time to pull it off. The sun was down, and the prison break would be happening soon. Lovan had broken his chains already, although she wasn’t sure how. It wouldn’t take them long to get outside.

Hopefully without stirring up the whole castle on the way. Lovan told her they could try to be stealthy.All she could do was hope that he and his companions really were the heroes their people claimed they were.

“It’s time,” she said after another long minute of holding onto her sister. “Ratana, are they ready?”

“I’ve spelled them to sleep for a few hours,” Ratana said, the only other person in on their prison break. The faint light of the rising moon hit her skin and she looked almost translucent for a moment. It was, Oriel knew, a product of her Fae heritage. She and Maia looked the same if they weren’t careful, and her father’s rages were never worse than when he saw it. “It will keep them quiet long enough to get clear of the castle.”

“Thank you,” Oriel said and lifted little Jasha from Ratana’s arms. He mumbled in his sleep and cuddled close, all bundled up for warmth against the cool night. Maia took Kanu and wrapped him inside her cloak. This was the most dangerous part of the escape. Oriel had a plan, but it wasn’t a good one. “Alright. Let’s go.”

Together, they slipped out of the room and into the deserted servants halls. That part was a gift from Lovan’s sister, Siryee. She passed word to the servants that it would be better for them to avoid this part of the castle, and clearly, it had worked. They didn’t see a single soul as they hurried through the dark hallways. Twice, they had to cut across open rooms and Oriel’s heart leapt to her throat both times as soldiers walked past the open doors.

The moon must be watching over them though, as none of the soldiers stopped, or saw a trio of darker shadows beyond the torch-lit halls.

Finally though, they came to the small side door that opened into the back gardens by way of the scullery. The maid there, Zaisi by the paleness of her skin, saw them, saw the boy sleeping on Oriel’s shoulder, and determinedly turned away. Oriel whispered a blessing to her as they crept past and into the darkened garden.

“Where are we going?” Ratana asked in a low whisper. She wasn’t going with Maia of course, but her presence was Oriel’s own excuse. Her father knew they were friends. A walk in the garden would not be suspicious in company as it would if Oriel was alone. “The orchard?”

“The far wall,” Oriel whispered back as they ducked from tree to tree with their precious burdens until the trees of the orchard appeared over the far garden wall. “We’re a little late, but I haven’t heard anything from the castle. I hope they got out safely.”

“We did.”

Before Oriel could shriek, a hand clapped over her mouth. She struggled for a moment before the words caught up to her and she stilled. Lovan waited another moment before he released her. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Niceas doing the same to her sister. Ratana, apparently, was made of sterner stuff. Tavion, Lovan’s brother had grabbed her, and was now flat on his back in the grass, staring up at Ratana with shock.

“Never jump on a healer,” she advised him as the other Zaisi melted out of the darkness, no longer in their distinctive armor and dressed simply. Wise, since it would buy them just a few moments more of confusion if anyone saw them. Tavion bit off a yelp as Ratana helped him up and zapped him with magic, healing no doubt, at the same time. “There, that ought to help too. I know time is short, but who is hurt the worst? I’ll fix you up as I can.”

“Thank you,” Lovan said simply, although his eyes hadn’t left Oriel’s. She ducked her head self-consciously, and stepped closer before proffering the youngest of his brothers to him. His expression went from stern determination to open relief and he took Jasha gratefully with a brother’s careful care. “We worried you wouldn’t make it.”

“Had to get out without being caught,” Oriel said. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Tavion taking Kanu from Maia and nodded to herself at how right it was for the brothers to be reunited. “Are you ready to go?”

“The troop is waiting. We saw them already,” Lovan told her, careful to support his sleeping brother carefully. Ratana was done with her work and was busy powdering Maia’s skin pale with chalk. It wouldn’t pass much inspection, but it didn’t have to. “This is all because of you. We owe you.”

“Protect my sister and your debt is more than paid,” Oriel said and swallowed down tears. “Please. She’s the only family I have left. Will you keep her safe, even if I can’t bring down my king?”

“With our lives,” Lovan promised, and hesitated before he pressed his forehead to hers. It was an affection between Zaisi friends and lovers, and not one she expected from him. “And we will back you when you challenge him, Moon-glow.”

The nickname brought her up short, and then Oriel realized what it was. The moon. It had risen high enough to cast pale light on her skin. Ratana and Maia were still in shadow, but she must be shining like a beacon. There was something like awe in his eyes when he looked at her, and she felt a wisp of regret at what could not be between them.

“Go,” she said into the silver moonlit night as she took a reluctant step back from him and turned to hug her sister close. Maia sniffled again but held her tears back with a strength that made Oriel proud. “Be free and be safe. If you can, tell me when you arrive safely so I don’t have to worry too much.”

“As soon as we make it, you will receive word,” Lovan promised and rested his free hand on Maia’s shoulder. She gave him a weak, forced smile. He returned it and nudged her towards the small gate to the orchard. Oriel watched them go and swore she would not cry until they were gone. “Come, little princess. We have a long way to go tonight, and the night will only cover us for so long.”

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Low and High:

Crisis Conscience

Face the Storm  (Subscriber Only!)

Whispered Words

Brace for What's Coming (Subscriber Only!)

In the Dungeons (Subscriber Only!)

Escape Plan

Secret Knife (Subscriber Only!)

To the Orchard (New!)

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