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mattraeax · 9 months

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Zoro x Reader [1/?]

WC - 1164

Warnings ↔ mentions abuse (work + additional notes), alcohol (work + additional notes), zoro kinda really sucks ass in this, OOC Luffy (? idk he's serious so to me that counts)

Notes ↔ i debated making this third or first pov but I said fuck it and did second bc it irritates my friend so badly AND bc it helps feedback putting yourself in a situation, excuse the shittiness of it im so out of touch w/ writing anything not genuinely disturbing LMFAO; additional notes/vent at the end I REALLY really need some advice 😭

IF YOU SEE THEY/THEIR WHERE YOU/YOUR IS SUPPOSED TO BE NO YOU DON'T 😁

story under "keep reading as to not clog/give you carpal tunnel <3

It was a cool night out in the Alabasta desert and Ace decided to make up games around the campfire to ease tensions about the war. Everyone was sitting around talking and enjoying themselves, occasionally breaking the peace was Ussop yelling at Luffy to "leave the fire to the fire man please" when he started to “cook his food over here so you all won't take it”.

You were enjoying the chaos, speaking with Nami when they felt a hand on their shoulder. "hey I need to talk to you" Zoro said, practically dragging you behind a pair of boulders some ways away from, the crew. "Why don't you treat me like a priority?" Before you could even look up at the man, he began rapid-firing questions like an interrogation. The two of you had been together for what seemed like forever and he felt you didn't value them. "Why don't you talk to me as much as you talk to Nami or Ace or Ussop? How come you don't ask personal questions about me?" he continued on and on, pouring his heart out. You grabbed Zoro’s hand, leading him to sit on smaller rocks.

"Zoro are you drunk? What's going on?" you asked, but you already knew. Zoro wasn’t a man of face to face confrontation if it didn’t involve violence unless he was at least buzzed. He knew you were concerned and somewhat appreciated it, but he was upset. He continued to stare, waiting for a response. You looked him in the eyes and squeezed his hands gently. "Zoro. My love, I am sincerely sorry I treat you the way I do to where you don't feel like a priority in my life. As you know I’m sick and am almost always asleep or on the verge of it, and barely have the energy to get out of bed, let alone come to find and spend time with you but that’s no excuse. You are truly the most important person in my life and I'm sorry I'm not making you feel as special to me as I know you are.” You sighed, leaning their elbows on their knees, and spoke as softly as possible to avoid further emotional strain. “I don't ask you questions because you tell me everything before I can even think of what to ask. I told you how I feel about you drinking so much. I know you have a lot going on in your head but I’d rather you just talk to me. I hate it when you drink so much Zoro."

He squinted, seemingly trying to make sense of your words. “Y/N I get you're tired all the time but that's no excuse. I always still find time for you when I'm busy and I can't figure out why you won't do the same. I’m not saying all of this to make you feel bad but it's been for months now. I feel like I'm a side piece to you. I don't feel like this relationship is working, sometimes it feels like its all one sided because we barely interact. The way you treat me makes me feel abused by you. Emotionally physically and mentally I am being abused by you and your actions I feel like you just don't care.” Zoro continued on and on, repeating everything in different ways. You, however, were stunned. The love of your life has lost his mind. You blinked once, twice, and stood up. “Zoro. Im going to bed. Please keep your distance from me I need to think some things over.” At the mention of space, he stood up and raised his voice just enough to draw the crew's attention. “You will stay here while we finish our conversation Y/N L/N.”

You turned around in shock at being shouted at, trying to calm yourself before making this any more painful. “Roronoa Zoro, it’s not much of a conversation when all you do is drone on and interrupt me when I answer whatever question you've asked for the nth time in a row. I hate when you don't listen yet demand I change my actions. It’s not my fault you choose to ignore me when I try to speak to you or go to bed not 10 minutes into our alone time everytime. I tell you every time when I don’t feel well enough to hold a regular conversation or when I’m exhausted beyond belief but you’re so dense you think I’m lying. You can’t figure out why I don’t communicate before you only think of yourself Zoro! You do not dictate what I do or when I speak with you. Leave me alone for now Zoro.” Everyone could have sworn the desert had never been quieter. Y/N was high on adrenaline, remembering why you loathe alcohol. In a heartbeat, Zoro was in their face, bent down at eye level. “You need to do better Y/N. I lov- well maybe not that word, that's too strong but I do like you a lot. I want to make this work with you. Get it together.” he gritted through his teeth. That was your last straw. Eerily calm, you backed up, muttered a very soft “okay” and walked back to the temporary base. Everyone looked extremely uncomfortable and sympathetic for them, as they had nosely listened to overheard everything. You picked up your sleeping bag and a spare piece of wood, walking up to Ace. “Hey I'm sorry to bother you but can you light this? Don't wanna ruin your lovely blaze here.” you weakly chuckled, gesturing to the fire.

He nodded, trying to make eye contact but failing as they looked away quickly. As they walked away from the group, Luffy approached them, slightly startling you. “Sorry didn't mean to scare you. Are you okay? Do you need anything?” he asked rather seriously, a rare but much-appreciated sight for them. You turned to your captain and the crew. “Please keep your swordsman away from me for a while. I may actually end up killing him if he’s anywhere around me.” Your tone set everyone on edge. Seeing everyone nod and affirm the favor, you slouched, finally relieved to be away from him. Between the flashbacks and the headrush of shouting, you finally felt safe. You felt your body grow weak and hit the sand. Luffy reached out to you but he was waved off. “I’m alright Luffy. Goodnight everyone, I'll be 56 paces this way when yall are ready to get going in the morning.” pointing over your shoulder, diagonal to where your “conversation” with Zoro took place for as much distance as possible. As you walked and set up for the night you couldn’t help but cry, remembering that any and every time alcohol was involved it was a disappointment. You wondered if you were the catalyst for everyone’s drinking habits as you finally got to sleep, absolutely dreading the morning.

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BASED ON A TRUE STORY (◎﹏◎) oh my god my partner (idek what to call him now I ain't spoke to him in bout a week n a half dog) called me drunk and called me all types of manipulative n abusive for not communicating enough (im chronically ill and the heat is NOT helping, he knows this) and called our relationship a situationship so that's always wonderful to hear. every line from zoro is either exactly or summed up what this mf said to me and oh my god I really just don't know what to do, I'm not sure if i wanna make it work or not

close friend said its manipulative as fuck n i need to get out bc every fight we've been in has been bc he forgot I said/told him something and he flipped it to me not communicating, I can see it but FUCK why is leaving so hard

#roronoa zoro #rae rites #zoro x reader #one peice #slight angst #zoro x you #one piece x you

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aita-blorbos · 4 months

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AITA for training my disciples very roughly?

i don't think i am TA for this, but i'm bored rn, so...i (age complicated bcs reincarnation, M) recently returned to the sect i lived in, only to find it in shambles. i ended up getting these kids on a "harsh" training regimen, though it did take some... coercive force. i don't think the training is that bad, its stuff like carrying giant boulders while running up a steep mountain, and it only brings them to the point where they end up fainting, throwing up and get multiple broken bones daily (don't worry, we have good medicine so its really no worse then if they got a single bruise daily). this has helped them a lot, we went from the worst sect in the world to having just won over all the nine greatest sects alliance in a big competition, and nobody has died or gotten any permanent injuries (nevermind that our medicine is so good that people can fall off a cliff and be ready to train again the next day). i think i am completely in the right for this.

AITA?

#aita #am i the asshole #unreality #abuse

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nancbyers · 2 years

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Hii :) could you do some hcs for Ryan from life is strange true colours with an s/o who he meets bc they're like a hiker and they manage to get lost in the forest around Haven Springs and they get into the mines and when he finds them they're just super shook etc.

If that's too specific then no worries!!

a/n: hello! thank u for the request, i love ryan with all my heart 🥺💖 idk anything about actual hiking so please forgive the inaccuracies :3

pairing: ryan lucan x gn!reader

warnings: none, its all fluff

word count: 500+

ryan with a hiker s/o - headcanons

alright, so you aren’t from haven springs but you decide to hike out there one day because you’ve heard how beautiful it is

you’re relatively experienced so you feel comfortable out there alone - and for most of the hike you are

but then you discover an entrance to the mines

and you know its a bad idea to enter, what with all the ‘no trespassing’ and ‘danger: keep out’ signs everywhere (not to mention your own common sense)

but you think hey, what’s the worst that could happen?

well

you’re lost

like, lost lost

and you’re kind of freaking out a little because you swear you remember where you came in but you just can’t find the exit

but mostly you’re mad at yourself for letting your curiosity get you into this mess and now you have to radio the local parks station for rescue and god you are embarrassed

you reluctantly radio in and are met with perhaps the most delightful-seeming human you have ever spoken to:

‘haven springs ranger station, this is ryan!’

‘hi ryan, i um, this is a little embarrassing but, im kind of lost?’

‘oh don’t be embarrassed! happens quite a lot out here. can you see any distinct landmarks around you, like a weird boulder or fancy tree?’

‘well, uh- i was hiking a trail heading north, but i sort of stumbled across this old mine and um…’

‘oh’

'yeeeah...'

ryan seems a little freaked out but he explains he will be up there asap to come get you

when he finds you, you’re more than a little tongue-tied because he’s really cute

he guides you out of the mines in a bit of a rush because bad memories and once you’re finally out he takes a proper look at you and is like,,

whoa,, this person is really cute

so now he’s all flustered as well

it takes a hot second for conversation to start flowing but as you both trek down to Haven Springs (‘i need a drink after that,’ you say), you talk about absolutely everything

by the time you rock up to the bar you’re both absolutely smitten

alex is working the bar and notices IMMEDIATELY that y’all are ~vibin~ so she slips you two beers on the house and absolutely eavesdrops on your conversation whenever she’s not busy

you talk and talk until you realise you’re the only two left in the bar (apart from alex and steph who are not-so-subtly watching you both from the other end of the bar: ‘who is that??’ ‘i’ve never seen them before’ ‘are they on a DATE??’) and ryan realises that its way past closing

he leads you out the door (shooting a glare at the girls who giggle and wave as you leave) and nearly misses it when you ask for his number

‘in case i get lost again’

‘o-oh! yeah, yeah of course’ he’s blushing

‘or maybe a drink?’ you’re blushing

‘yes! i mean- yeah yeah that’d be nice’ you’re both blushing so hard

when you finally part ways neither of you can wipe the lovesick grins from your faces

#x reader #ryan lucan x reader #writing #life is strange fanfiction #life is strange: true colors #ryan lucan #ryan lucan fic #ryan lucan x you #ryan lucan headcanons #life is strange headcanons #ryan lucan fluff

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liannelara-dracula · 2 years

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Hello...can you make love aesthetic of Yuma ,ruki and kou

Yuma Mukami Lover Aesthetic + Hcs

"I never knew a better sound than my name on your lips"

Hi Love,

Sorry for all the wait. I will link the other ones as soon as possible below. I hope you like it and I'm sorry if the others don't come out to be as long as this one.

-> Kou's version

-> Ruki's version

-Liannelara

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Requests are open

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Warning:

*certain words have been censored for Tumblr guidelines.

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He met her in the woods. This was back in the 1800s. She was a slave girl in a European village. She had been sold off by her parents to work for others, and she was beaten and bruised as a kid.

At some point, a wealthy family bought her as a servant, and they also ab*sed her. She was mistreated repeatedly, but she stayed because they provided for her.

She fell in love with the family's son, so they beat her and tossed her out into the woods by the lake, covered in dirt and bruises. Her clothes were tattered and b⸸oodstained too.

Seeing she had nowhere to go, she lived outside in the woods by the lake. The girl had to make the most of it while she was by herself. She took whatever she could find for food and clothes. Most times, she wore thin cotton dresses, and they were filthy and worn out. She used to sleep outside on the grass fields and by the trees.

Now when Yuma met her he was out in the woods one day in the evening (he was a vamp at this point) and it was by the lake.

And since there was no other way to clean herself the girl always used the lake as a way to clean herself up. So like every other time she stripped from her clothes and swam for a bit.

Now I picture that Yuma was walking by the lake and he heard some splashing noises and so he took a look from afar. He saw a girl swimming in the lake. He eventually got closer to the lake to see but she still hadn’t noticed that someone was watching her.

It wasn’t until she came up to get air that he noticed she was topless in front of him.

Of course, here she’d scream and he'd just be annoyed, mostly cause he just doesn't care if she's n@ked.

"Damn woman, quit screaming!" He'd say, covering his ears.

Yuma saw how this girl only hid behind the boulder that was big enough to cover her n@kedness.

"Here. Put this on." He'd say handing her the dress.

Instead of listening she just watched him seeing that she wasn't sure to trust him.

"Look you can't hide in the lake the whole time. You'll catch a cold."

After changing and slipping on her dress which clung to her wet body she walked away to gather her things.

“Hey, are you lost or something?” Yuma would ask fighting the urge to help or not. “You shouldn’t be out here on your own. These woods ain’t safe at night.” He added on.

Seeing she didn't respond he got annoyed and raised his voice a bit. “Hey, I’m talking to you, the least you could do is answer me?”

She stopped knowing that if she didn’t answer he might not leave her alone. She looked down, her hair in her face a bit as she mumbled, “I’m fine. Don’t need anything.” She shivered from the cold and the possibility of this going all wrong.

It seemed like she was upset after answering him because she ended up walking away from him.

Seeing this, Yuma decided to watch her to see where she was actually going. Something about her just seemed off.

So he watched her and saw that she slept outside beside a tree and he just felt bad for her bc he knows what that is like. The next morning he waited at the lake and she ended up being there, washing some things that she had to wash.

He startled her and told her to shut up about it.

“You shouldn’t sneak up on someone like that!”

“Ya, well you don’t really notice your surroundings that well.”

She scoffed, “Why are you following me?” She asked, still not looking at him.

“I brought you something, I know it’s not much but you probably haven’t seen one of these in a while.” He’d say crouching down to her level to give her the apple in his hand.

She was hesitant to take it bc she was worried she’d get in trouble bc she was never allowed to actually eat better food when she was a slave to that previous family.

“Hey, it’s not poisonous. I grew it myself.” His response was honest and so she took the apple and placed it in the pocket of her dress.

“Thank you, sir.” She said, she was trying to show her gratitude by addressing him since she was used to being people’s slave.

Yuma was taken back by it and felt hella awkward. “Look, I’m not your master or anything, so don’t say things like that!”

“But then how’d you grow this? You have to be well off to own a field.”

“I like to garden.” He’d say looking down at her as her beat hands scrubbed the cloth. She nodded at this and understood.

“Do you have a name?” Yuma waited for her to answer.

“A name?”

“Yeah, you a foreigner or somethin’? Cause it sounds like you don’t understand some stuff I’m saying.”

“Ah, I just, I don’t really have a name . . . ” She practically whispered, “I don’t have a birthday either.”

She might have a spring name or something sweet like Juliette or Yulianna. But I think Yuma will give her a name (I’ll talk about it further down).

“Huh, it’s a shame . . . I’m Yuma.”

“Y . . . Yuma?” She’d trail off in thought. “How do you spell that?” She looked at him in utter confusion but also curiosity.

“So you never went to school either ay?”

“I used to go to reform schools but I didn’t stay long enough. But I learned the alphabet thanks to someone I know.” She smiled to herself thinking of the boy she loved and how he helped her with reading on the days his parents weren’t around.

“Damn, you really are dense.”

There was silence between them, even tho he technically insulted her she just decided to ignore it but Yuma couldn’t settle for less. He took a stick and started writing his name in the dirt.

“Alright, I’m only gonna show ya once. So look here.” He said cutting the silence. She had finished cleaning and put the clothes into a basket. Hearing this she walked over to him to look at what he wrote.

“. . . y-u . . . ?” The girl traced her fingers on the engraved letters, struggling to remember the next letters.

“‘m-a’. Tch, man, that person who taught you surely didn’t do a great job.” He degraded, even tho that’s not what he really wanted to say to her.

This hurt her feelings, causing her to frown. “At least, he was kind to me.”

Yuma focused more on his senses and was able to pick up the scent of b⸸ood from her. And decided to help her seeing he knew that she wasn’t healing. He assumed she had more than just bruises on her body judging by her scent. He could smell b⸸ood and that her flesh wasn’t healing. So he took matters into his own hands and brought her home wherever he and his brothers were staying at.

He was hoping Ruki could help him but he wasn’t there so he just had to put his skills to use in order to help her. Luckily he knew a thing or two and so he got her to shower and he did his best in treating her.

Considering he needed to know where she was injured he had to have her show him but bc it was all over her body she didn’t want to. And knowing how Yuma is so shameless he just started to unbutton her dress to see where the cuts were but they had a bit of argument. But overall he did his best to help.

Yuma made her stay because he told her she needs to rest and plus Ruki didn’t care but he did want him to keep an arm's distance because he could get attached. Although rather than getting better she started to feel worse because her wounds were infected. Yuma felt bad for her seeing how much she twitched in pain with the side effects of the healing medicine Ruki had tried to put on her in order to help.

Ruki had to tell Yuma that he had to let her go because she was too weak to live at this point.

“C’mon man there’s gotta be something.”

“Yuma, you and I both know her body is rotting. Her scent has changed since she came here.”

“I know . . . but I don’t want to tell her she’s dy!ng. She's young, man. She could have a life.”

She’d be lying on his bed barely on the verge of being awake anymore but her persistent coughs stirred her awake constantly. When she saw Yuma come in and sit next to her, she smiled, “Thank you.”

He looked at her with his brows furrowed, “For what? It’s not like I saved you.”

“No, but you tried. That counts, even if I’m going to d!e---” She said stopping due to her having a coughing fit.

“You’re not dy!ng today.” It was the last thing he told her before having her turn.

He only managed to have this happen because he asked Karlheinz to spare her life and he said he would if he agreed to not love her.

She ended up living with Yuma and his brothers seeing she was supposed to. When she first woke up and realized she didn’t d!e she was confused, Yuma was the first person she saw when she was awake and he tried to explain, but she didn’t accept what he told her.

He taught her how to feed which didn’t go very well seeing that she didn’t want to. Yuma gave up trying to teach her and asked Ruki for help instead seeing he had a more gentle approach it worked.

She didn’t have much of a wardrobe so he took her out so she could buy fabric and sew herself some dresses. He even paid for it bc he felt bad and he wanted to give her something to wear.

I picture that when she was done making them she tried one on and showed it to him. He thought it looked good and was surprised she could be so handy.

Although she is in the times when girls are neglected Yuma doesn’t do that to her, he treats her as an equal in fact all of his brothers do too. Yuma’s honestly a little too tough on her but considering she was a slave she’s used to it. She doesn’t even complain about it.

She didn’t get along with him at first bc of what he did but the more she thought about it and got to know him she wasn’t upset.

She had to help out with chores and he typically did them with her unless one of his brothers was already helping. Apart from their plantation they also took care of animals because they are wealthy and back then people used to buy land and make a living off of animals and what they grew so she’d help out with animals.

And I think she used to feed the pigs and Yuma thought it was cute and I think that’s where he got this “little pig,” (this is not canon it’s just an idea I had).

One time Kou tried giving her all the work because he was being lazy and Yuma was so upset that he got into a fight with him. She tried to stop them and she only got hurt in the process.

He felt so guilty for bruising her, that he apologized and stuck a sugar cube in her mouth. She didn’t know what to say because she felt it was strange.

She’s also never had sugar so she was surprised about the taste.

Yuma made her work in the garden with him sometimes when he needed extra help. And honestly, he gets mad if she makes a mistake. Although she usually knows what to do.

He likes to watch her work because she’s gentle and even nice to the small animals and doesn’t k!ll the insects.

I could see she doesn’t like to eat tomatoes so when he shoved one in her mouth she made a face before swallowing. And he was upset that she didn’t like them.

Yuma was mean to her for a good while since he’s kind of harsh and so I’m not surprised if he called her stupid/ other insensitive things a bunch of times to the point where he made her cry. It was in the kitchen when she just made a small mistake or something and his brothers saw everything.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to--”

“You know you really are stupid, you ever wondered if that’s why that family threw ya out!? You can be so dense--”

“You’re crying? You gotta be kidding me!”

“D-don’t you ever feel bad for what you say to people? . . . I have feelings t-too you know?” She said between hiccups. “But maybe you forgot what that feels like because you haven’t been human in so long but it really hurts. A-and I just d-don’t understand . . . if you h-hate me so much then why did you turn me!? Am I really that h-horrible? . . . W-why didn’t you just let me d!e?” She sobbed in her hands uncontrollably leaving him a little shocked and for his brothers to scold him, especially Kou since he took a liking to her and felt bad for her.

Eventually, they made up and were a bit more honest with each other. It’s honestly when he started to be a little weird bc he liked her and she kinda felt strange about it seeing he was nice to her. Well, he did his best.

There was one time they were outside in town and she was cold and he put his rustic sweater on her bc he said it was too hot anyway. So she wore it and smiled secretly finding it kinda funny bc he didn’t know how to be nice.

One time she made a cherry pie and he was watching her in the kitchen until Kou pointed it out.

“You’re watching her?”

“I’m waiting till she messes up.”

“Uh-huh, you know she’s better than Ruki.”

Kou has even pushed you two together because he knows what’s up. And Yuma’s mad at him for it. I think it’s because this is like the first woman he’s ever been serious about.

And tbh she’s kinda clueless about his feelings at first since she feels like it’d be to weird to imagine.

Because fall is harvest season he becomes extra busy in his garden which meant that he wanted her to help. I honestly see that she’d mess with him too.

I think she splashed water on him and it was a never-ending water fight.

He’d chase her around the garden sometimes.

Although when things got really strange he once k!ssed her while showing her how to harvest one of the plants. (depending on how you cut your plant when you need the leaves or flowers you can potentially stop the plant growth so you gotta be careful.)

He caught her completely off guard, so much that she just panicked and turned the other way even tho he just k!ssed her again thinking it was fun to mess with her.

He’d even ask her if she was embarrassed because he sucks.

Although she got him back when they were walking around in town and she k!ssed his cheek in front of his brothers.

It was kind of her way of confirming how she felt with the k!ss he gave her before.

Oh before I forget to mention since she doesn’t have a name she goes by because people always changed it he just called her little pig or you bc he didn’t know what else to call her. However when they were a couple he actually gave her, her name.

“Hey, you ever thought of giving yourself a name? It’s getting tiring just saying ‘you’ all the time.” He’d say looking at the new plants that were sprouting.

She sat on the bench in his garden weaving a basket, “Oh yeah, hmm I was thinking maybe something like Violet?”

“Violet? You sure, you don’t really look like a Violet?” He disagreed thinking she should find a better name.

“How about ‘Poppy’?”

“Nah.”

“Rosemary?”

“You really wanna be named after a plant, little pig?” He chuckled.

“Well, all of the people I have served always asked me for a name and a lot of the times the only words I could get out of my mouth were names of plants or flowers since I work with them a lot and plus my parents never gave me a name because they thought I was never worthy of one and I’ve been to shy to give a real one. . . . so, I don’t really know what name a girl could have . . . Hey, Yuma, what do you think should be my name?”

“You want me to choose?” He turned to look at her as he tended to his plants, his brows furrowed at this.

She stopped her weaving, holding the straw in her hands, “Yeah, what name do you think suits me?”

He walked over to her, taking a seat next to her, “Hmm, how about piglet?”

“Yuma, I’m being serious. You didn’t like what I suggested so what should my name be? It’s better if you choose.” She insisted, hitting his shoulder playfully.

“Alright, alright . . . how about, Y/n?” He’d ask brushing a strand of her hair behind her ear.

(If you don’t want it to be an x reader or you don’t like your name I really see him suggesting the name Juliette or even Yulianna but I mostly see Juliette).

“I like it.” She smiled at him.

Since she has low literacy judging by the time this is taking place I think Ruki taught her but Yuma was the one to help her practice and he was a bit of a jerk sometimes. He was kinda hard on her too but if she did really well he’d give her a sugar cube.

Or he’d give her a day of no chores and take her anywhere she’d want to go in town. So it’s like going on a date.

On one of her outings, she saw that boy she used to like and his family. They tried to bother her and Yuma got mad and she kinda ended up telling him about it.

From then on he was kinda protective of her just a little more and slightly worried. He was mad that people did that to her too.

I’m not sure when he started to like her but once he realized it he tried to ignore it.

Here are what the pics mean in their relationship:

Hands--it kinda resembles their relationship in the beginning of how close they are but not close enough.

Hair with soap -- he’d wash her hair cause he likes to pamper her in that way.

He also just wants to join her in showering, so not surprised if they’ve gone skinny dipping in a lake tbh.

Girl and Iips -- In the pic she’s kinda sweaty so this just imagery of when she’s working hard and Yuma thinks she looks attractive with sweat coming down her neck from the sun and all that. This usually happens when she’s doing chores and hard labor. Since this was back in the 1800s and they have a house with a lot of land so it requires maintenance and the animals to take care of too.

Rustic Sweater girl and boy -- It’s his sweater but he gives it to her a lot of the time to stay warm. And he likes it on her.

At some point, she was just stealing his clothes cause they were big on her.

Girl under a tree (exposed) -- Represents the first time she met him where she was n@ked and how she’s been n@ked in front of him various times. Mostly when she’s showering or changing. Although it's just cause he walks in on her a lot.

Autumn trees -- the season of when they met and their favorite time of year.

I also picture that she loves to jump in leaf piles and he just looks at her like she’s dumb to even tho he loves her.

Hands against the wall / intertwined -- His intimacy, he’s a rough guy, need to say anymore?

Pie -- She likes to bake and he likes watching her. And I think he likes pies because of her.

White linger*e -- He likes to see her in white and cute frilly things that are kinda girly cause he likes it on her.

Apart from this I think their love was pretty peaceful but things changed after a while and it was either because she d!ed or because he left her.

I see it mostly that he left her and it's not cause he didn’t love her he just didn’t want her to be part of Karlheinz’s plans and so he struck a deal with him to let her go.

And she was honestly just upset and hurt by him deciding for her. She was no longer in his life afterward. He actually left her without a word so that hurt because she never heard from him again.

So then she just had to move on and he did too. I don’t think she ever saw him again.

She still has that rustic sweater and never forgot about it.

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#diabolik lovers #diabolik lovers headcanons #diabolik lovers hcs #dl hcs #anime #anime headcanons #diabolik boys #diabolik lovers yuma #yuma mukami #diabolik lovers aesthetic #dia lovers #dialovers #dia hell #anime moodboard #anime aesthetic #diabolik lovers moodboard #yuma mukami aesthetic

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quick question! for your bonus links, how'd you piece together your interpretation of the hero of legend? like with his personality and mannerisms?

well. I wrote an essay on accident

at first I was just really interested in the idea of the hero of legend a) becoming more of a sorcerer than a knight and b) becoming this sort of storybook mythical figure in his own right in hyrule by just traveling around and helping ppl and generally being a bit of a cryptid. So that was the jumping off point.

In terms of personality, like all my links it's a combination of crumbs I’ve pulled from the games and straight up just making shit up. The fun part abt link is that he does have established traits, but he’s also enough of a blank slate that u can fill in the gaps however u like. I tend to base a lot of my characterizations of him on my own gameplay. And I was Extremely bad at alttp. So I kind of developed this image of the hero of legend as like. a bit of a goof. bc I am a goof while playing.

But also, alttp link has so many silly little animations. I’m pretty sure in one of the Oracle games link can tell ppl jokes. In link’s awakening I had to listen to his goofy scream as I fell down holes over and over. He’s just a gangly teenager, and then a young adult, and sometimes he fumbles with his sword and takes the long way around but he always gets there in the end. So like. a capable hero with a radiant spirit and also. a goof

So imagine that goof grows up. He’s well traveled at this point, has had a whole host of both wonderful and traumatic experiences over his adventures, and he’s grow more powerful, more graceful, and more confident in his skills. He’s also grown more serious, more introverted, less expressive and more disillusioned. But he’s still a goof on the inside. He wants zero attention and he also wants to bring people joy and laughter at the same time. He wants to hide forever and he wants to be seen.

He’s realized that looking so serious makes him more imposing, and keeps ppl away when he wants them to. But he’s also realized it makes it infinitely more hilarious when he does ridiculous shit with dead silence and the absolute gravity of a ten-ton boulder. And it's undeniably fun to mess with people who can't quite get a read on him. Plus, if everything is a bit and nothing is actually that serious, he can ignore his own problems and focus on fixing everyone else’s. Ppl will forgive a lot of eccentricity if u roll into town to ward off monsters and lift curses and run weird errands no one else wants to do every few seasons. He did all that when he was on missions from the goddess, and he can keep doing it now that they’re over. What other way of life is there anyway?

So that’s the image of him I’ve cobbled together for my au, which is basically just a vehicle for me to get emotional abt the idea of a post-canon link, and what happens when the quest is over and you have to live the rest of ur life.

have I derailed away from canon at this point? probably but I am having fun

#bonus mage #bonus lore #bonuslinks #bonus links #bonuslinksdotjpg #hope this question was in good faith lol i get passive aggressive asks sometimes and can never tell

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Whats your motivation for fighting through wo/f 359? Im asking bc i am also in the opinion that the writing is. Well. repetitive and uninteresting. And i only have a few episodes left, even though it hasnt been interesting in about 40 episodes, and for a while i continued bc i liked minkovsky but honestly she has also gotten boring as shit. What i mean to say is i want to see how the fuck does that mess end but also. How do i do that. Literally whats the motivation

BRO I DON'T KNOW. I DON'T KNOW I LITERALLY COULDN'T STOP OK I FELT LIKE THAT GREEK CUNT PUSHING THE BOULDER UP THE HILL I WAS ACTIVELY DYING BUT I HAD TO KEEP GOING. and yes same i just really really wanted to see how it's gonna end ? that's not even true coz I don't care it was more like. i wanted to get to the end so i could back up why i hated every second of it properly i guess. also i really like hatewatching/hatereading etc so this wasn't new but i REALLY went into this wanting to like it because rumini my friend rumini really likes it so i thought I would too but god. it's not even the "fun to hatewatch" kind it's just mind numbingly boring and bad and so so so so so repulsively american. so tldr there's no singular motivation i can point to, it was like i was gripped by some unseen force and couldn't do anything else until i was done with all 40+ hours (and that number nearly made me cry now that i googled it- jesus christ.) of this shit. godspeed

#I listened to the mini episodes too but i skipped the live show and the #loveless backstory because i Refuse to listen to more than i have to #and yeah some/most of the characters are rly good that's like the only positive i can say #hang in there man you're almost done...#i got mail!

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Day 7 - Jan 7 - Copenhagen

I slept goooood. Finally. I got like 9 hours of sleep!!

Omg I did so so much today. In totality, I went to 2 castles (Rosenberg and Amalienborg), 4 museums (Design Museum of Denmark, Natural History Museum, SMK national art gallery, and the Guinness World Records Museums lmao), 2 sights (The Round Tower and Church of our Savior - quick peak from outside), and a bouldering gym!! I am so tired but I feel goooood

I also only spent like $12 on food, and really $7 bc $5 of it is technically gummies that I might keep for souvenir lmao. I ate my bread from yesterday for breakfast and then the pizza for lunch. I had this amaaazing grocery store sandwich from Netto for dinner. It was like a Mediterranean chicken sandwich. I liked.

Anyways, I woke up around 8, walked to ø12 coffee, which I thought was a coffee shop cafe but it was more of a sit down restaurant cafe, so I had to awkwardly order coffee to go. I grabbed my espresso and started walking through Stroget to get to Rosenberg Castle for my reso at 10am. It took about an hour to go through and it was pretty cool! Then I tried to go to the Botanical Garden across the street, but it’s going through construction and I could not for the life of me find the entrance. So I just started heading to the Amalienborg castle. I got there in time to see people lining up and crowding to watch the changing of the guard ceremony. Because it’s winter and the Royal family stays at this castle during the winter, the ceremony includes the guards band! It was pretty cool to see them do everything while we’re standing in the rain.

After they stopped doing cool stuff I went to the museum and quickly walked through it. It wasn’t AS cool but it was coo. Since the design museum is so close, I quickly walked over there and zooooooomed through that museum. It wasn’t that interesting - some parts were cool but some parts were like uh.. most of it felt like IKEA. But less cool…

Then I went to the Natural History Museum which I was SO excited for bc I LOVE dinosaurs.

There were no dinosaurs. The exhibit bad structure of the museum was so confusing and I ended up getting turned around many times. The Neanderthal exhibit replaced the dinosaur one and that made me really sad. That exhibit was lame. However, the photography exhibit was suuuper cool and got me emotional.

Then I crossed the street to go to SMK, which was poppping offf - lots of foreigners. It was a grand ol art gallery with a special Matisse exhibit. I don’t like old European art. I went through it very fast bc it was really lame. There was this “installation” exhibit that I walked into and the first one I saw was a bunch of mannequins that had been torn or destroyed around the private parts or other parts of the body and I remember thinking “wtf is this exhibition about rape?” I read the plaque - indeed it was about rape. Makes you think about whether or not people should make art.

Anyways, it was dark by the time I was ready to leave - I bought a postcard of the red studio

I realized the round tower and Guinness world record museum were open til 6pm so I went to those

Round tower was coo but I see why people go in the day - the view is great but it gotta be clear and daylight lol

Guinness world record museum was definitely meant as a gag thing for children - it was a little lame but there were some interesting facts I didn’t know - it was a light museum to digest. And it was included so why not? I only spent like 30 mins there before it closed

After that, I pulled the trigger to go to Christiania even though it was dark and late- I figured there was a restaurant I wanted to go to so I could go eat first and rest up, get energy, and power through Christiania to get to Bloc & Walls.

I was wrong. The restaurant didn’t freaking let me in!! It was half empty and they were like sorry we are fully booked and can’t seat you. I was like 🤔🖕🏼

So I started walking back to the central streets to find more food options, I couldn’t find anything so I just started walking to the art town and pusher street.

I was crossing the street to the entrance of Christiania, I was behind this other guy who was jaywalking and I was like 5 feet behind me. A man who had just left Christiania started yelling “NOO YOU CANT CROSS!!” And pushed the other man in front of me back to the other side of the street!!! I was like wtf so I walked faster. This group of men walked past me and I heard one say “you are a lucky young lady” in like a scolding way.. I think I did something wrong?? I looked it up at the gym but I think jaywalking is illegal but idk what the rules are in that commune!!

Anyways after that I was super spooked and just powered through that area. Pusher street is so sketch hahaha it’s like a red light district but for WEED of all things. There weren’t a lot of women so I just stayed next to couples, luckily there were still a lot of tourists. But there were times where I was like holy fuck it’s so dark what the fuck am I doing holy duck holy fuck

I finally got back to a main road and started looking for food bc AGAIN i was so so hungry and I looked at the map and I was so far away from the gym so I decided to just take the bus. I walked a little further and right next to my next bus stop was a Netto grocery store, so I bought a sandwich and some gummies and hopped on the bus

The Copenhagen card covers transit but idk how it works, every time I showed the driver, they just waved me away 🤷🏻‍♀️ fine by me I guess

I scarfed down my sandwich once I got to my stop as I walked to the gym

The gym was quite nice, a little pricey - it was $27 for pass and shoes ( I really should’ve said I was a student idk why I do this ) but the routes were fun and I got to do some abs

Around 9:15pm I was like I should probably get going, so I proceed to prep to go back out into the cold. The bus was super easy and quick back - I saw a lady bring her cocker spaniel in a tote bag on the bus

Then I walked to 7-11 to get some bandaids bc I noticed I had blisters on my big toes and get another snack - they have so many incredible snacks! The candy selection is next level and the chocolates are mind blowing. I think I need to try some.

Once I got back, I showered really quick, did laundry, and ate my snack/read my book while I waited. It’s now almost midnight and I’m still waiting on my clothes to dry 😩

#europe2023 #winter2023

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calamity-bean · 2 years

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Hello! Just wanted to say how EXCITED I am that you're watching BCS and (apparently) finding it wonderful! If I may ask, do you have a favorite character, story arc, and/or relationship yet? (And if you're saving your thoughts for when you're all caught up, understandable! I imagine it's a lot to binge!)

It IS a lot to binge, and yet I'm already halfway through season 5 after starting only.... what, a week ago? TRAGIC that season 6 isn't on Netflix — I'm gonna have to find some other means of watching it if I wanna catch up before the series finale!

And yes, I AM finding it wonderful! I wish I'd started watching ages ago, though, because it's a lot more fun to watch things as they go, and it would've been great to have been able to actually share my thoughts and take in other people's reactions episode by episode rather than suddenly trying to cram the whole thing down my own throat at once. That's the curse of binge-watching, isn't it. :/

Okay okay though, to answer your questions:

KIM. I love Kim. I love her voice, the way she talks, the way she holds herself, I love her tightly coiled determination and the moments she suddenly releases it in a burst of exuberance or anger or recklessness. I love her relationship with Jimmy (who is a favorite character as well)...... They're so complementary to each other, so different in some respects but a great team and able to match each other step for step? They've got that really solid vibe of two people who have been friends for a long time and who are not only passionate about each other but deeply comfortable with each other. It's lovely.

I also really enjoy Mike and Nacho. It's a bit difficult to sort out individual story arcs in my mind right now — they're all sort of running together — but I like all of Mike's stuff, I like watching Nacho try to navigate his conflicting interests and moral dilemmas, and in general I particularly enjoy any time we get to see Jimmy really get creative in how to accomplish his goals. Oh, and the student film crew are so fun, I love whenever they show up.

I did watch two or three seasons of Breaking Bad back in the day, and because I haven't lived under a boulder for the past decade, I at least have a vague sense of where some of these characters should be by the time BCS ends and BRBA starts. But I don't know much. So right now I'm sort of enjoying the sensation of being able to put all of that out of my mind and just enjoy the journey without being distracted by too much knowledge of what lies beyond the finish line.

So yeah!! Definitely enjoying it a lot, hope to be all caught up soon!

#asks #anonymous #op

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lawfulgranola · 3 years

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I’ll be in the car for the next 21 hours, someone please snipe me from a distance.

#speaker rambles #...just kidding #it’s not really that bad bc I get to Boulder at the end #babe agreed to move in together #little does he know he will now be forced to watched Pedro pascals entire filmography with

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RESCUE BOTS — fluff

『　chase ,, heatwave ,, boulder ,, blades ,, female human reader 』　

-> playing fnaf w/ the rescue bots

— fluff ,, sfw ,, crack

— bc bots playing a horror game is kinda funny tbh ,, requests are open ,, so dont be shy <3 pls just read my rules tho !! but do know scenarios will take more time then headcannons will ,,

chase ::

• he wasn't aware of the game until he had asked you about it ,, curious as to what you were playing.

• he found it quite hard to understand when you explained the lore.

• "why would humans want to put the bodies of their dead children in robots?" he asked ,, head tilted and optics filled with concern.

• still he does let you play and asks a few questions every now and then ,, such as what the minigames after the nights are about and such.

• though he will watch from over your shoulder ,, sometimes jumping at the jumpscared every now and then.

• he'd try to keep this game away from blades ,, knowing that the mech would start having nightmares during his stasis if he were to find out about the game and play it.

• if he had to pick a favorite game of the series ,, it would probably be the second. all the different animatronics and the challenges there are to it are interesting to him ,, the different tactics to use for different characters.

heatwave ::

• he doesn't really give two fucks about what you do ,, as long as he isn't involved. but once cody is ,, he's suddenly all interested.

• what is this 'fa-naff' game you're playing? he cocks an optic at you two as you explain it.

• he grumbles about how its ridiculous ,, though once cody offered him to watch you two play ,, he rolled his optics.

• "i suppose i could spend some time," he huffs out.

• bro screams like a girl as soon as the first jumpscare comes on ,, and plays it off as it was one of his gears that needed a little oil and loosening.

• sometimes he sees the nightmare versions of the characters in his stasis ,, but won't ever tell anyone that ,, he'll just silently suffer whilst he witnesses them when he's recharging.

• his favorite game would probably be the third ,, the minigames are something he enjoys as a break from all the stress of trying to keep springtrap occupied ,, and the other extra jumpscares.

boulder ::

• he knew the lore beforehand ,, because he had asked graham about the same game.

• he asked if he could watch ,, and was quite pleased when you said that he could.

• he takes the time to understand more of the mechanics of the animatronics and not pay attention to how you get jumpscared.

• he's still a little uncomfortable about the fact that the animatronics have dead children souls in them ,, which results in him feeling bad for what happened to them.

• does enjoy the programming behind the games ,, how nicely done the art is and how realistic it looks.

• his favorite game would be the first and original one ,, something about it just appeals to him.

blades ::

• at first ,. it was you who asked blades to join you in playing the game ,, in which he almost accepted until dani had told him it was a horror game.

• he started to freak and went all out with saying no.

• but then he was later called a coward by heatwave ,, and because of that ,, he had to prove that he wasn't a coward ,, so he ended up playing the games with you.

• he does come to like it ,, but not the jumpscare parts or rhe parts where it can stress you out or the 20/20/20/20 mode ,, the only part he likes is the minigames and thats it.

• he does end up loving fnaf security breach though ,, with all the exploration in it and how you can fight back the animatronics and don't have to worry much about power or looking door to door.

• loves loves loves sundrop !! the design on them and the bells for the blind children ,, he found sparkwarming.

#🌠.rescuebots #rescue bots x reader #rb x reader #rescue bots #transformers x reader #x reader #x female reader #chase x reader #heatwave x reader #blades x reader #boulder x reader #tf heatwave #tf chase #tf boulder #tf blades #🌠.boulder #🌠.blades #🌠.heatwave #🌠.chase

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ppersonna · 4 years

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make me - myg | m

strawberries on a summer evenin'. baby, you're the end of June. i want your belly and that summer feelin', getting washed away in you - watermelon sugar, harry styles

↳ summary- an ordinary sleepover with your best friend turns into anything but ordinary, thanks to your ridiculously loud neighbors above you.

↳ rating- explicit / 18+ / nc17

↳ word count- 4.4k

↳ pairing- yoongi x reader

↳ genre- pwp lol, smut, fluff, somehow the dirtiest fluff i have ever written bc there’s some depraved shit in here

↳ warnings- penetrative sex, oral sex (m/f receiving), unprotected sex (dont...pls), dirty talk, rough sex, degrading talk, dom/sub undertones, bratty backtalk

↳ a/n- yooooo dawg this... was fun. i hope you enjoy!! ive been in my yoongi feels lately uwu. feel free to comment, message, dm, whatever u want babes. i love you!

Yoongi thinks if he has to hear your upstairs neighbors fuck for another minute longer he might actually go crazy.

It’s been hours now. The girl is screaming like a feral cat and the man is doing a terrible impression of a porn star, trying his best to talk dirty but really just calling the howling banshee awful names.

If only his dick would be as annoyed as his brain.

He knows you’re awake next to him too. The steady rise and fall of your breathing changed when the bad porn above you began—now it’s faint and too quick to indicate anything but your wakefulness.

“Ohhhhh oppa!” The girl above you screams.

It’s finally what breaks down the silence in your bedroom. At her wanton sound, you and Yoongi are unable to stop yourselves from bursting into laughter.

Yoongi’s stomach hurts from laughing so hard. Tears form at the corners of his eyes as you make the bed rumble from the force of your combined laughter.

“God, do they think that sounds hot?” You finally ask after settling down to mere giggles.

Yoongi shrugs and wipes away his tears. “Apparently. He must like the way she sounds like a dying cat.”

His comment sends you into a spiral of laughter again, and you’re clinging to your chest as it heaves with exertion.

Yoongi is your best friend for a reason. No one makes you laugh as hard as he does. No one understands you the way he seems to be able to—it’s almost intuitive the way he can understand your feelings.

You live for your weekly sleepovers. You drink wine, watch terrible horror films, gossip about your other friend’s love lives, and fall asleep in your bed together. It’s never been anything but blissful.

Until recently…

When your heart decided it would beat too fast around him. When your brain decided to spin and weave stories of romance with your best friend.

Now, you can’t hardly think about anything else around the dirty blonde haired boy. It’s overwhelming to all of your senses when you see him, feel him near you. You want to kiss him, to love him, to tear his clothing off.

Which makes lying in your full size bed while the neighbors above you fuck and attempt to act out their wildest fantasies—badly—so much harder than usual.

“God,” Yoongi sighs and tugs the blanket up to his chin. “Does she even like it or do you think she’s faking it?”

You wrinkle your nose in disgust. “Ugh, I know I wouldn’t be into it.”

“You don’t like dirty talk?” He teases with a poke to your stomach. It makes an eruption of nerves go off in your chest.

“Oh, no I do. But that’s not dirty talk,” you shrug. “He’s just being mean. There’s no sensuality underneath it.”

He hums and lays back down to stare at the ceiling.

“Give me an example,” he asks of you. It makes your cheeks flush red and you’re thankful for the darkness in your room to provide you cover.

“Um, well,” you cough awkwardly. “He’s saying shit like ‘you fuck anything don’t you?’ which, maybe she’s into degradation, but I’m not. Not that extreme.” Your explanation sounds lame, but you continue anyway. “I prefer to hear things like ‘this slutty little pussy belongs to me’. Possessive and hot at the same time without being too...uhh...hurtful.”

Yoongi feels his cock rise with piquing interest. There’s a nagging guilt about thinking of his best friend this way, and a tinge of jealousy thinking someone who isn’t him has said that to you.

He feels his throat dry up, and you wring your hands nervously on the blanket. The moaning above you doesn’t stop, and you can hear the telltale sound of flesh slapping on flesh, indicating they’ve commenced into penetration and it makes your body throb with annoyance, and with want.

There’s moments when a louder slap echoes through the room—it’s clear the man is slapping her somewhere—and she whines desperately. Your core starts building that familiar heat, a slickness gathering you can’t stop. You press your thighs together tight and squirm as subtly as you can. You pray Yoongi doesn’t notice.

Yoongi, however, does notice. He breathes a sigh of relief internally knowing he’s not the only being affected by the commotion above. But he doesn’t understand the meaning behind it. For all he knows, you’re just turned on because—well, because it’s sex and it’s loud and who wouldn’t be a little turned on? You’re likely not at all aroused by him, or the thought of him. Right?

Another slap echoes through the room and you can tell by the way the girl gasps that her partner slapped her in the face.

“Damn,” you shiver. Yoongi turns to peek at you through the darkness.

“You into that?” He asks curiously. “Face slapping?”

It’s hard to swallow for a moment—it feels like you’re trying to down a boulder.

“Uh, yeah,” you whisper. “Yeah, I like pain.”

Yoongi doesn’t reply and it makes you fear you’ve overstepped the line. You’ve gone too far off the ‘best friend’ track and the whole train is about to de-rail.

You’re opening your mouth to apologize for taking it too far when Yoongi finally speaks.

“Fuck it,” he sighs. “You want to fuck louder and establish dominance?”

The world stops turning. You’re sure that gravity doesn’t exist anymore and the theory of relativity has been proven wrong.

Did Min mother fucking Yoongi, your best friend of over twenty years, just offer to have sex with you to...establish dominance over the neighbors above you attempting to make a cheap porn?

He’s looking at you normally, but there’s a glimmer in his eye that says more. It says he wants you. Your stomach twists in on itself. There’s no way, there is no actual plausible way that the man beside you feels the same way about you as you do.

“You want to have sex with me?”

Yoongi’s cheeks turn pink and he looks away for a minute.

“I also want to date you,” he murmurs.

If you thought the world ended before, you’re sure this is the fiery explosion that brings a new earth into life with a bang.

The noises from upstairs interrupt the romantic moment with a scream, a guttural howl from the man, and then muffled whispers and sighs.

“What do you say we keep them up all night too?” His mouth turns to a smirk as he awaits your reply.

“Yeah,” you nod as you throw the blankets off you. “Fuck those guys, lets show them what real kinky sex looks like.”

Yoongi’s eyes turn feral as he works his eyesight down your body. Your normal sleepwear outfit of a tank top and shorts looks like lingerie to him now and he’s salivating at the way he can see the curve of your breasts, and the press of your hard nipples against the fabric.

You’re throwing yourself onto Yoongi’s body in an instant, pinning him down to the bed and pressing your lips to his. You waste no time in waiting for him now that you know—now that you’ve heard with your two ears that Min Yoongi not only wants to fuck you, but date you as well. No use wasting any more time—the time for action is now.

The kiss is hot and Yoongi’s hands falter for a moment in surprise before he’s coming to his senses and tugging at your tank top quickly to pull it off your body. His hands feel hot on the bare skin of your back, rubbing at your spine and up to your shoulders. It makes you shiver, and you slide your tongue into his mouth to explore the heat inside.

His hands navigate forward to cup your breasts, fingers toying with your nipples—pinching and pulling and rolling between the pads of his fingers. It has you keening into his touch and grinding down on his basketball-shorts-covered cock.

Yoongi pulls away from you and pulls at a nipple harshly, which makes you gasp out loud.

“It’s real cute how you think you’re in charge right now,” he points out. “Real fucking cute. It’s gonna make me almost feel bad for punishing you.”

You’re sure your soul is going to leave your body at hearing your best friend’s sexy baritone voice verbalize your dirtiest fantasies. If this is how you react now…, may God have mercy on your poor little pussy.

Yoongi thinks he’s possibly never been harder than he is right now. His best friend, best girl, is sitting atop his boner and he’s twisting your pretty nipples so hard they’ll surely turn purple soon. You sound so sweet when you whine, and you’re starting to whine louder as he continues the pressure on your tits.

“You thought you could take control, didn’t you?” He asks, slipping further and further into the dominant act. He loves this, thrives off it. He didn’t think you’d ever be into it—none of the girls he’s dated before have—and he’s thrilled he doesn’t have to hide this depraved part of himself.

You nod and bite your lip, wincing as he tugs once more on a nipple before letting go.

“Cute,” he sighs. “But wrong.”

In an instant, he flips you two over and he feels his heart and cock swell at the sight of your sweet eyes widening at the quick change.

“This feels better, don’t you think?” He asks. You nod and he shakes his head. “Answer me, baby doll. You’re already about to get punished. You wouldn’t want to make me not let you cum, would you?”

The fear in your eyes increases and you clear your throat to talk.

“No sir, I don’t want that.”

Yoongi nearly moans. Hearing you call him sir, being underneath him—it’s his wet dreams come to life.

“Then tell me,” he instructs. “Tell me you need me in charge.”

You’re dying to be a brat, really wanting to pull Yoongi completely out of his shell, show him the full extent of what he can do to you. Plus, you really wanna give your neighbors a show—a taste of their own medicine, don’t you?

“What if I don’t want to?” You tease.

Yoongi’s grin turns wider and his eyes sparkle with knowing. He’s a through and through brat-tamer, and by the end of the night you’ll be crying for forgiveness.

“Little tease,” he growls as he leans down to latch his mouth on your abused nipple.

You gasp out loud, and it turns into desperate mewling as his teeth nibble and pull. You’ll be bruised up for days, surely. He sucks hard, pulls on it roughly and bites with meaning. You just know your panties are completely soaked.

“Talking back to me, huh? You think that’s going to get you where you want to go tonight, little girl?”

He turns his attention to your other nipple, eyes peering into yours as you struggle to answer with the sizzle of pain in your breast.

“What are you gonna do about it?” You send back with a shake of your hips under him.

The growl he delivers around your nipple and the quick bite makes you yelp.

“I think I should shut that loud mouth of yours up.”

You smile in response and his fingers tug down your shorts. You lift your hips and allow him to pull the clothing off and you’re left in your slicked up panties.

“Oh yeah?” You retort. “You gonna shut me up with that fat cock?”

Yoongi visibly shivers. His spine tingles deliciously for minutes after the hair on his neck settles. He’s dreamed of you like this, under him and begging to be put in your place. And now, here you are. And he can’t wait to make it a reality. He’s even forgotten about the loud neighbors. It’s now just all about you.

“I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Dirty little slut so horny to get her mouth on my cock.”

Yoongi allows a finger to trail down your clothed slit, and he outwardly groans at how wet you are. You’re unable to hold back your whimpers of need—he’s so close to where you need him most and where you’ve dreamed of having him.

“You talk a big game for someone who’s drenched before I’ve even done anything,” Yoongi says with a smirk.

Your legs tremble as he pulls your panties to the side to expose your drenched folds. He dips a finger in and touches your clit. You moan in unison—he’s captivated by the heat and slick, you’re feeling air escape your lungs with every swirl of his finger.

“Y-Yoongi,” you whine. He tsks and pulls his finger out.

“That’s not my name right now.” His hands start to slide your panties down and your stomach leaps with excitement.

“Sir, please.”

“Now you want to be my good girl?” He asks with a chuckle. “Where’s my mouthy little brat who wants my cock to shut her up?”

He leans back on his heels and watches you eye him. You’re nearly bursting at the seams. You’re naked while he remains completely clothed and while you’d normally feel exposed and vulnerable, all you feel is white hot heat. You’re burning for Yoongi, for him to do what you’ve dreamt he could do.

“Why don’t you show me what that sweet mouth can do?”

He maneuvers to stand at the side of the bed, dick straining against the mesh of his shorts. He waits for you to sit up, which you wordlessly obey. His cock is now eye level with you, and your mouth feels dry. You’ve dreamt about this dick, about what it looks like and how it would feel in your hand, inside you. The fact that you’re here now, about to find out all your secret fantasies is heady.

Your hand rubs at the straining material, over the thickness of his cock. He feels big, and you give it a squeeze which makes him hiss.

“Still being a tease,” he sighs with faux disappointment. “You’re in a precarious position to be such a little cocktease. Might need to fuck that right out of you.”

It makes you whimper—his direct threats sounding like smooth promises going straight to your core.

“I’d like to see you try.”

Yoongi growls and grabs a bit of your hair, tugging your head back to look at him in the eyes.

“I think you should shut this fucking mouth up.” His voice is dark, and his eyes glow with lust.

A grin pulls over your face as you gaze sweetly up at him—his hand still gripped tight in your hair.

“Make me.”

Yoongi is silent for a moment as he stares at you in wonder—his beautiful girl, so rebellious and yet so willing to comply.

“I fucking love you, you little fucking slut.”

Yoongi forces his shorts down and grips your chin, holding it hard in his hand.

“Now choke on my fucking cock.”

You open your mouth complacently and he wastes no time in shoving his entire length down your throat mercilessly.

It’s hot. It feels like fucking heaven. Your lips wrap around him and suction and he can feel your gag reflex straining against his tip at the back of your throat. Yoongi thinks his entire spine is tingling with desire for you and the way you take his cock so well has his toes curling.

You didn’t even get to have a good look at Yoongi’s cock before it was shoved into your throat, but now that it’s there you don’t even need to see it to knows he is fucking thick and long. It stretches your mouth and you know your pussy will be taken to its limit when he finally buries himself inside you where he rightfully belongs.

“Can’t talk back now, can you?” He teases as he begins to fuck your throat. “Mmmm shit—, you suck my cock so fucking good.”

His words are nothing but encouragement for you and you fight back the growing discomfort in your throat and allow him to use it as he pleases. Tears form in your eyes and slip down your face at the exertion and you soon feel his balls slap at your chin. You’ve only fantasized of being used like this by Yoongi, and now it’s actually fucking happening. You’ll be damned if you don’t give him the suck of a lifetime.

Yoongi thinks he’s staring into heaven as he fucks your tight mouth and watches as your eyes fill with tears. They leak out and he knows you’re loving this just as much as he is by the palpable enthusiasm you accept his cock with.

“Look at my little brat,” he coos mockingly. “Not so big and brave now, are you? Not with daddy’s cock wrecking your hot mouth.”

He picks up the pace and the sounds turn disgustingly lewd. It’s a wet, slurping sound as Yoongi forces his cock in and out of your drooling mouth. Saliva drips onto the bed below you as you take him all, never given a chance to breathe or swallow. Yoongi takes and you selflessly give. You’d allow the man to split you in half—and you’re actively hoping he does just that tonight.

Suddenly, Yoongi is pulling out of your mouth and leaving you panting and keening for more. He grips his cock with a fist. He strokes himself roughly and looks down at you.

“Gonna cum, baby girl. Fucking beg for it.”

Your hands grip at his thighs and you’re breathing hard to catch up on the oxygen you were denied. But it doesn’t stop you from doing exactly as he orders.

“Please, daddy. Please cum on my face. Let me taste your cum, I want to know what you taste like. Cum on me. Mark me, daddy.”

Yoongi whines and increases the speed of his pumps. His mouth falls open as he watches you pout so sweetly and wait so eagerly for his seed on your face. He wants to see your entire body covered in his cum and he plans on ensuring that happens sooner rather than later.

“My eager little bitch. Wants her daddy to mark his territory.”

You nod, tongue sticking out and wagging like a dog for his cum.

“Please, daddy. Make me messy.”

It seems to be the secret password to Yoongi’s climax. Your desperation, your eager position, the way you beg so sweetly. It sends him right over the edge and he cries out as his cock pulses white stripes over your pretty face.

He wishes he could take a picture of the way his cum covers your face. He’d make it his background photo so he could see it every day, show everyone around him the gorgeous little whore he gets to cum on every night.

“Shit, babygirl,” he groans as he attempts to catch his breath. “Look at you.”

You smile as your tongue retreats into your mouth and you savor the drops that landed on your tongue. Your eyes close in bliss as you enjoy the flavor, noting it tastes salty and sweet and you can’t wait to reacquaint yourself with the taste over and over again.

“Lay back,” he orders as he pushes his shorts all the way off.

In his haste to fuck your throat, he only pushed them halfway. He slips out of them and pulls his shirt off before he joins you on the bed.

“Let me drink this cunt.”

You whimper in agreement as you press your back in to the pillows and spread open your legs.

“Please, daddy.”

He grins as he lowers himself to lie between your legs. He blows on it, cool air pushing over your folds chilling you.

“Fuck,” he sighs. “Greedy little cunt wants it all, hm?”

“Yes, daddy.”

“So compliant for me now,” he whispers as he kisses your thighs. “I like it when you behave.”

He kisses in further, and soon he’s using his fingers to spread apart the folds and pressing the flat of his tongue to your clit and laving it over the aching nub.

“Holy shit,” he groans as he comes up and sucks his tongue back into his mouth. “Sweetest little pussy.”

You can’t reply, the capability to speak has left you now. He buries his face back into your cunt and gets to work. His tongue starts flicking against the bundle of nerves and then dips down to fuck into your channel. He works his tongue around you and your back arches off the bed and your heels dig into the mattress. You seek purchase in his hair with your hands, digits gripping at the blonde locks between your thighs.

Yoongi groans and moans into your cunt, and soon he slips two fingers in to fuck you roughly.

He pulls his lips away and licks his tongue over them to collect the slick that lingers. His fingers maintain a quick pace and he drinks in the sight of you gasping at the stretch.

“Yeah, look at you take my fucking fingers. Such a wanton little whore for me.”

He slides another finger in to join, then another, and it makes your cries echo loudly around the room. He suddenly remembers the neighbors above you and smirks. He pulls his hands from you, making you keen with desire and desperately beg for more.

“Daddy! Please, I need..” you gasp. “Need you!”

He pulls himself up to join your hips together and rolls his them against each other. His cock rubs against your soaked pussy and he bites his lip at the feel of it getting slicked up.

“I want you to be nice and loud for me, baby girl,” he demands sweetly in your ear as he licks the shell. He notes your shiver and smirks, before kissing your ear lightly. “Tell those mother fuckers upstairs who’s going to take you to Hong Kong.”

“Yes, daddy,” you agree.

It only takes the consent to leave your lips for Yoongi to spear his cock into you. He’s not slow or gentle, he pushes it into the hilt immediately.

Yoongi meant to start a pace, to begin fucking into you mercilessly, but he’s frozen inside your tight heat. You feel so good, so fucking tight and warm and wet for him. It’s better than heaven, and surely better than any pussy he’s been inside before. Maybe it’s because it’s you, and no one else.

“Fuck!” He gasps. “Holy shit I could cum right now.”

You whine and move your hips desperately.

“Fuck me daddy! Fuck me hard, please! Use me like your little cock sleeve.”

Yoongi bites his lip and feels his cock pulse.

“Shit, you’ve got a dirty fucking mouth,” he grits. “Let’s see if you’ve got a dirty little pussy too.”

He sets a pace, desperately wills his cock not to cum yet. He wants to fuck you senseless, until your eyes roll back in your head. He’s gonna make sure you get off on his cock before he comes close to his end.

Yoongi grips your chin again, like he did at the beginning as he fucks into you roughly.

“Look at you take my fucking cock so deep,” he bites out. “Your cunt is so fucking desperate for my fat cock, isn’t it? You need me to fuck some discipline into you.”

You’re nearly screaming now at the force of his thrusts. He’s pushing all the way into you with each push and his balls smack against your ass deliciously. You’re babbling, words unable to make sense as he fucks all the brain cells out of you.

“Dumb little cock slut,” he whispers as he leans down to suck a nipple into his mouth and bite at it before releasing it “Little brat turns into a perfect little fuck hole for me, so fucking good for me.”

“Yes, y-y-yes baby! S-so close!”

Yoongi’s had you near the verge since his oral, and now with his punishing pace and power in his driving hips, you’re hovering over the edge.

His hand drops down to rub at your clit, a circular motion that has you gasping and screaming his name.

“That’s fucking right,” he breathes. “Tell them, baby. Tell them who’s got the best fucking cock. Tell them who fills this pussy up so well.”

You’re eager to comply.

“You, daddy! Fuck! You feel so fucking thick in me. I need your cum, please, please. Cum on me.”

Yoongi feels his balls tighten impossibly--he knows he’s seconds away from an explosive orgasm.

“Cum on my cock, baby girl. Let me feel you cream my fucking cock. Wanna see you all over this fat dick.”

His free hand tugs at a nipple and pulls it punishingly, tugging it so far it pulls the skin around it. Your screams light up the room, echoing and bouncing off the walls and surely traveling up to your neighbors bedroom.

“Yoongi! Fuck! I’m cumming!” You warn, a millisecond before your world crashes around you.

Your cunt squeezes his cock so tightly that it causes his hips to stutter in their pace. It grips him tight, angry like a squeezed fist and Yoongi feels the air get sucked out of his lungs as his climax follows directly after yours. He didn’t even have a chance to pull out--he’s emptying his load into your womb and whining at the feeling of your pulsating walls milking every single drop greedily.

It’s several minutes later that you’re both caught up to normal breathing and resting beside each other on the bed. The room is silent, save for little pants and breaths, and Yoongi reaches over to lace his fingers into yours and hold your hand tightly.

“You wanna date me?” He asks sweetly, as if his cum isn’t dripping out of your cunt as he speaks.

It makes you laugh. It’s so classically Yoongi that you can’t help but to laugh.

“Yes, daddy, I want to date you. I want to date you every single day.”

He pulls you into his embrace and kisses at your forehead.

“Maybe we should send your neighbors some flowers for getting us together,” he teases.

As if on cue, the all too familiar sound of skin slapping against skin and screeching moans comes from upstairs and plays through your apartment like an unwanted jukebox.

“God damn it, our plan backfired.” he grumbles. “I think we turned them on.”

You press your sticky, sweaty body against him and kiss at his lips. Your hand sneaks down to his cock and grips it again, begging it to come back to life.

“Shall we try again, then?”

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i made a fairytale au for cam and luther and then wrote nearly 5k words of fic for it?? which is wild bc i am not much of a writer. but. that’s under the cut. content warning for a pretty violent scene towards the end but there’s a happy ending i prommy

Once upon a time, there lived a prince. This prince, Luther by name, lived in a kingdom that was plagued by monsters. His father, the king, had gained his throne by feats of heroism, most notably by slaying a fearsome dragon that had ruled the land for years. The time came for Luther to prove he was worthy of the title of prince by slaying a monster of his own…

Down in the countryside, farmers have been complaining for weeks of an ogre stealing their cattle and frightening their children. So Luther sets off in a splendid suit of armor, with a sword sheathed on one hip, a quiver of arrows on the other, and his bow slung on his back.

Luther rides his horse down to the village where the ogre was last spotted. He talks with the locals and gets a description of the creature. At least forty feet tall, they say, with greenish-grey skin and dark hair and teeth the length of a man’s forearm. Luther leaves his horse behind with the farmers because he doesn’t want her getting hurt and marches off, following a set of giant footprints left behind by the ogre, sword in hand. He would have to admit that he isn’t the best at sword fighting, and that really he’s never faced a monster on his own. But his father gave him a crucial tip: every monster has a weak point. Find the weak point, exploit it, and you’ll win every time.

The footprints lead through the plains of grass, past the area where the farmers let their cattle out to graze, and into a dark forest. The sun is going down before he manages to find the ogre, so he sets up a little camp with a little fire and rests his tired bones. His armor isn’t the most comfortable thing in the world, but it takes forever to get on and off even with someone helping him, let alone by himself. He sits with his back to a big boulder so nothing can sneak up behind him and eventually drifts off.

Luther awakens the next morning and groans at how stiff and sore he is. He sits up and pauses, brow furrowed, remembering that he’d gone to bed sitting upright. But just now, he’d been lying on his back. And he’s not the best tracker, but those giant footprints look… disconcertingly fresh. These things add up in his mind. He just about passes out. He crouches down and puts his head between his knees for a moment until he can breathe again and his heart stops pounding quite so hard. He was right next to it! He fell asleep leaning on it! If his father heard about this he’d give him such a beating. How could he not have noticed that the boulder was actually -

His stomach rumbles, interrupting his panicked thoughts, and Luther remembers that the last time he ate was back in that farming village around two in the afternoon yesterday. He digs out a bit of beef jerky and morosely works at it. His father swears by the stuff, but it just makes his teeth hurt. Luther dreams of the kitchens back home and drools a little.

He gives up on the jerky and manages to take down a couple squirrels with his bow and arrows. He gets his fire blazing again and sets them cooking over it, and sits down to draw in the dirt and form a battle plan. He gets wrapped up in his drawing and loses track of time, but is startled violently back to reality as a deep booming voice from behind him says, “Your squirrel’s burning.”

Luther’s eyes snap up to the fire. He hastily pulls the stick with his squirrels off of it, waving it in the air to put out the bit of squirrel that had caught fire. He blows on it and inspects the damage. Not too bad, a little charred. Still definitely edible. Then realization dawns, and he slowly looks up and over his shoulder.

That’s the ogre. He’s unmistakable. Huge, greyish-green, with shaggy black hair and big tusks that jut out of his mouth. He’s down on one knee looming over Luther, modesty barely preserved by a loincloth stitched together out of the pelts of many different furry animals. Luther wills himself to not faint for the second time that day.

“You gonna eat that?” The ogre booms. “’Cause I will if you won’t.”

“W-well, yes, I was planning to,” Luther quavers, “But there are two, so, um, you can have one if you want? We can share?”

He takes the non-burned squirrel off the stick and holds it up. His hand only shakes a little. The ogre takes it carefully between thumb and forefinger and tosses it in his mouth. With such a tiny morsel, he’d usually just swallow it whole, but an interesting flavor makes him stop and savor it for a moment.

“What’d you do to it? Not like any squirrel I’ve eaten. And I’ve eaten a whole army of squirrels.” He slaps a hand on his formidable belly. The sound makes Luther jump.

“I- I didn’t do much, j-just some seasoning, I-I’m sorry, I d-didn’t mean to, please don’t eat me next."

"You?” The ogre laughs. “Why would I eat you? You shared your food with me. That’s mighty polite. I’d say that makes us friends now, and I don’t eat friends.” He grunts as he shifts position, sitting down heavily and stretching out his legs. “Bad knees,” he grumbles. “Sat like that too long, but I wanted to see what you were drawing."

Luther is now horrifically aware that he is directly between the ogre’s legs. He is also horrifically aware that he was drawing himself hitting an ogre with a sword. He hurriedly kicks some dirt over it.

"Nothing. Nothing interesting. I’m a bad artist anyway.”

“Sure. What’s your name, little tin man? You didn’t seem too talkative when you snuggled up to me last night, but I thought maybe you were just tired. I’m Cam."

"L-Luther.” Oh god. He was supposed to kill this thing, it - well, no, not ‘it’, he can’t think of Cam as an ‘it’ now he knows his name - he’s terrorizing folks, stealing their livelihoods, he’s supposed to drive him away, save the day, bring peace to the kingdom. Instead he’s sharing his meager breakfast and making friends with the monster. How did it all go so wrong!!

“So, Luther, you made of metal? I thought you were gonna take all that off, looks pretty uncomfortable, but you wore it all night. Unless it’s like… you?"

"No, no, um, it’s just… it takes a long time to put it on and take it off? And I usually need help.”

"Well shoot, friend, why didn’t you say so?“ Before Luther can object, a giant hand descends and plucks him up. He panics, struggles in Cam’s grasp, and Cam tsks at him. "I can’t get all that off you if you don’t hold still. Don’t make me squeeze."

Luther goes still. If Cam squeezes the armor, it’ll stay squeezed. He wouldn’t want to still be in it if that happens. Cam clearly has no idea how to get someone out of armor though. He just pulls at clasps and buckles till they break, then shucks the metal off of Luther like an ear of corn. His helmet comes off first, freeing his dark brown curls.

“Aww,” Cam says, “lookit you. You’re kinda cute for a tin man.” He musses up Luther’s hair with a fingertip. "You’re like a little crab,” Cam chuckles. “Crack open the hard shell to get to the soft stuff underneath.” The food metaphor does not put Luther any more at ease as the rest of his armor is pulled off and tossed aside, piece by piece. Cam even strips the chainmail off of him and dumps it on the ground. This leaves Luther in his shirt and breeches, shaking like a leaf and terrified for his life.

“Oh, you cold? Here, I gotcha.” Cam sandwiches him between his hands. Luther awaits the pressure and the horrible crunch that will no doubt be the end of his short life, but it never comes. Cam just holds him there, and truth be told his hands are very warm, and it had been a chilly morning. Luther relaxes very slightly.

After a few minutes, Cam lifts one hand a little and peeks at Luther. “Better?"

"Much better, thank you. Even a little too warm, actually? Can I, um, come out now?"

Cam laughs and opens his hands like a book, then tilts them so Luther tumbles into the palm of his left hand. "So what’s a fancy little shrimp like you doing all the way out here, with that tough shell and those sharp weapons? You huntin’ something?"

Luther hesitates. It’s not… technically a lie, just an omission of truth, right? "Yeees…. Hunting.”

Cam laughs out loud, leaning back and slapping his knee with his free hand. “HA! You are just about the worst liar I ever met, Luther. Whew.” He actually wipes a tear from his eye. Luther feels his face heating up with anger and embarrassment.

“I am hunting! I’m hunting you!” As soon as he says it he regrets it. He slaps his hands over his mouth and cowers back as Cam sits up straight again and looks down at him, raising an eyebrow.

“That so? Huh. Well, you found me, oh mighty hunter. And you fed me, and let me take your armor off you, and left all your sharp things on the ground while you sit in the palm of my hand. So, uh… how’s that goin’ for ya?”

“It… I… um… please don’t kill me?”

Cam grins. It’s not a nice grin anymore. It shows off too many teeth. “Lotsa folks have hunted me, you know. Not a one has succeeded. Most of ‘em can’t find me in the first place, not unless I want them to. Neat little trick we ogres have. We blend in well. The ones who did find me, they regretted it pretty quick. When I heard you clanking along with your silly armor and your little sword, I thought oh boy, here comes another one. But it turns out this one couldn’t find his own ass with both hands and a map, so he ain’t one of them legendary monster hunters lookin’ to claim some bounty. And he’s a little scrawny slip of a thing, too, and he keeps stopping to look at birds. I kinda liked you. And honestly, when you found me, it took me by surprise. Thought I had you pegged all wrong. Then you made your little fire, curled up next to me, and went to sleep, and it took everything I had not to bust my gut laughing right then and there. And now… well, I don’t rightly know what to make of you. Cute little thing, I know that. But cute won’t save you if you wanna tussle with me. So, little hunter… what’re you gonna do now?”

Luther’s nearly in tears. He manages to say, “Then… were you just… toying with me? This whole time? Waiting to see what I’d do?"

Cam shrugs. "Pretty much.” That does it. The waterworks are in full swing. Luther’s chin trembles, his lower lip wobbles, and then tears are streaming down his face and he’s sobbing.

“Y- you’re s-so-ho meeeaaaan,” Luther wails. “Y-you’re j-just making f-fun of me, I thought w-we were friends!”

Cam has absolutely no idea how to respond to this. For some reason he actually feels guilty. “Aw - no - now look, there’s no call for - just… just stop crying, okay? Please?” Luther continues to sob, heedless of Cam’s pleading. “There, there,” Cam tries, patting Luther’s head. “I’m not going to kill you. Okay? How’s that? I’m sorry I called you - well. All those things. I’m sure you’re a great hunter. Look, you got those squirrels. And hey! That one I ate tasted great. You got some real skill there."

Luther wipes his eyes and looks up, teetering dangerously on the edge of another sobbing fit. His eyes are all watery and a little red-rimmed. "R-really?"

"Yes! Of course!” Cam clings to the compliment like a life preserver. “I bet you’re like, like the king’s cook or something, right? Cause you’re the best in the land?"

Luther’s face crumples a little and he looks down, mutters something.

"What?” Cam holds him up a little closer to his ear.

“’m his son,” Luther mumbles again.

“His son? You’re a prince? And you’re all - oh, hell.” Now he’s really put his foot in it. Luther bursts into tears again and curls up in a little ball.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I - oh, ugh, you’re getting my hand all wet.” Cam picks him up between thumb and forefinger and shakes the little tear droplets off his palm. “Now look here,” he says, attempting a sterner approach. “You’re a prince, all right? You can’t be crying and going to pieces just ‘cause some big bad monster was mean to you. You gotta kill big bad monsters, right? So here’s what you’re gonna do.” Cam sets him down gently, picks up his sword and hands it to him. “There you go. You’re gonna take that sword, right, and you’re gonna really let me have it. That’ll make you feel better, won’t it?“

Luther purses his lips and looks up at him. "But… all I can hit from here is your foot. That’s no good. I need a shot at something vital."

"Oh fine, fine, Mr. Picky,” Cam grumbles. He shuffles his legs to the side and leans down til he’s practically laying on his belly. “Face shot. Free one for ya. Go on, hit something good.” Luther considers. Just as Cam realizes how ridiculous this whole thing is, he draws his sword back and plunges it into Cam’s eye.

- Almost plunges it into Cam’s eye. The ogre moves suddenly, turning his head to the side to avoid the blow. Luther makes a deep gash in Cam’s cheek, and Cam roars. “Oh, you sly little shit. Very good, very sneaky. You almost had me there. Fine. We do this the hard way.”

He gets to his feet, draws himself up to his full, impressive height, and looks down at the dirt where Luther was a moment ago. Cam blinks in surprise. “Where’d you… goddammit…” He looks around, trying to catch a glimpse of where Luther could’ve gotten to.

Luther was not about to let the golden opportunity to run and hide during a big dramatic show of power go to waste. He slides into a patch of underbrush, catches his breath, and takes stock. He has no armor, no food, no bow or arrows. Those are all back at his camp, which is currently ogre territory. He has one sword that he’s okay at using. The ogre has the homefield advantage, and some kind of ability, possibly magical, to hide himself from those who want to find him. Luther shouldn’t let him out of his sight. But he should work on camouflaging himself. He takes a handful of dirt and smears it on his face and shirt. The sword he can’t do much about, he’ll just have to try and keep it from glinting. He glances to his left, away from where Cam still stands, turning in circles and peering around. Luther had only gone a little ways into the woods before he stopped for camp last night. He can almost see the forest’s edge from here. He could dart for the grasslands and try to make it back to the village, but he’d be in plain sight as soon as he’s out of the trees and there’s no guarantee Cam won’t just follow him all the way back. The further he goes into the trees the more firmly he is in Cam’s territory, but the more coverage he has.

Possibilities begin swirling around in his head. His best bet is trickery rather than a face to face confrontation. He’s got a running list in his mind of Cam’s weak points now. Food, monologuing, emotional outbursts. Although that last one’s probably off the table now. Bursting into tears isn’t going to get him out of a second pinch. Bad knees - if he can trip Cam up, he can get a shot at his face again, maybe cut his throat or get at his soft belly and sides. Cam’s a talker and likes to gloat, maybe if he gets him distracted by looking pathetic he could get him to walk right into a trap of some kind. He likes food… but Luther doesn’t have the resources to make a big feast to distract him or sate him, just a pouchful of seasoning that he never leaves home without. His lip wobbles again as he thinks about how that’s back at his camp… he may never see his precious seasonings again.

Meanwhile, Cam is getting frustrated. “Well, the little shit can’t have gone far,” he grumbles. “Just gotta flush 'im out.” Luther watches, petrified, as Cam lumbers over to a nearby patch of underbrush and without warning stomps down on it hard, twisting his foot and smashing every inch of it. He steps back and leans down to inspect what’s left. Luther bites his lip hard to stifle a whimper.

“Nope, not there,” Cam announces. “Eeney, meeney, miney…..” Another bunch of bushes are mercilessly ground into the dirt. “Moe. Hmmm. Where are you?”

Luther can’t stay in his hiding place for long. It’s only a matter of time before Cam gets to him. He needs an opening to make a break for it though, if he runs now Cam will spot him right away. As slowly as he dares, he picks up a large, flat rock, then skims it like a frisbee off to his right, where it hits a tree with a satisfying thock. Cam whirls around, and Luther bolts out of the brush. Cam hears the leaves rustling and turns back around, catching sight of him as he flees.

“There you are! Hold on now, don’t go running off! I just wanna talk, I swear. The whole monster-slaying prince thing not working out for ya? I got a better job offer! You can be my dinner!” Luther keeps sprinting as fast as he can, not even bothering to glance behind him. The last thing he needs is to miss a fallen branch or a groundhog hole and trip.

On flat, open land, the ogre would outpace him easily. But if he can get deeper into the forest where the trees are closer together, that could slow him down enough for Luther to get some distance and hide again, have a moment to breathe and think so he can work on his plan. He’s starting to get an idea of what he’ll need. He needs the element of surprise for sure, and he needs more than just his sword. If he had some rope he could set up a tripwire, maybe. He curses himself for not taking his father’s advice about packing, for letting Cam strip him, for being too weak and scared to do anything when he had the chance, for being born in the first place. His eyes well up with tears and he scrubs at them furiously. He can’t afford to have his sight blurred right now, he needs to keep his head clear and keep moving. He can hear Cam’s thudding footsteps behind him, gaining quickly. He can cover so much more ground in a single step. It’s simply not fair. The little bit of distance he was able to gain with his rock trick is disappearing fast and it won’t be long before he’s in arm’s reach.

Almost as if he can read his thoughts, Cam lunges forward and takes a swipe at him, trying to knock him off his feet. Luther hits the deck and Cam overbalances, stumbling and crashing into a tree. The tree snaps when his weight collides with it, and Cam has to windmill his arms to keep from falling over. Luther scrambles to his feet and keeps running. He even manages to put on an extra burst of speed when he hears Cam roar with frustration behind him. He’s not as fast as he could be because he’s lugging the sword along with him, but he doesn’t dare drop it. It proves its usefulness in the next minute. Cam closes the distance and grabs for him. Luther sees the shadow fall over him and whirls around, lashing out at the reaching hand. He slices across Cam’s palm, and Cam howls with pain and pulls back. Luther dashes away, and Cam stomps his foot in frustration.

"Hold still, dammit! You’re just making it worse for yourself!” He takes off after Luther again, but his stamina’s flagging. It’s harder for a creature his size to haul himself around and he’s used to running down his prey in the first minutes of the chase. This has dragged on long enough to tire him out, but he’s not willing to give up just yet. “When I get my hands on you, tin man, you’re paste,” he growls. “They’re gonna have to come up with new words for how dead you’re gonna be.”

The trees start getting close enough together that Luther has to dodge around them from time to time. He can hear Cam behind him crashing through them, spluttering as he gets a face full of branches and leaves. Luther smiles to himself. That’s nice, at least. At last he gathers up his nerve and dodges to the side behind a particularly large tree, hoping that Cam’s too busy navigating the foliage to notice. His gamble pays off. A few seconds later, the ogre goes lumbering past him without so much as a sideways glance. Luther waits just a moment more, then bolts in the opposite direction.

He’s got a plan now. He probably won’t be able to find Cam again, but Cam can find him. So he’ll set up an ambush. He circles back around to his camp and grabs his supplies as quickly as he can, his bow and arrow, his helmet, his tinderbox, and most importantly, his seasoning. He hunts for deer, takes down a decent-sized buck, and sets up a new campfire, deep in the woods, where the trees are close. He’s hoping that Cam will think that Luther thinks he’s safe in there, and that the smell of the meat cooking will lure Cam in. He takes off his shirt and fills it with twigs and leaves, sets his helmet up on a stick driven into the ground, and makes a decently convincing decoy Luther that he leans against a log. The helmet tilts at an angle that makes it look like he’s fallen asleep. With that set up, and night closing in, Luther climbs up a nearby tree and waits, sword in hand.

He doesn’t watch the fire. He wants to keep his night vision sharp. And sure enough, before too long here comes Cam, moving surprisingly quietly for his size. He squeezes through the trees with barely a rustling of leaves. Cam’s eyes are fixed on the fire and the silhouette that the decoy makes against it. Cam gets right behind the decoy and slams his foot down on it. He grinds it into the dirt with a relish that makes Luther shudder. Then Cam looks at the deer cooking with that lovely smell rising off it, and his eyes go big and shiny. As Cam bends down to pick it up, Luther chooses his moment. He drops like a stone and buries his sword lengthwise in the back of Cam’s neck. The impact sends a jolt up his arms and he hangs on as tight as he can. Cam lets out a garbled scream of pain and collapses face first on the ground. Luther gets to his feet, pulls his sword out with some difficulty, takes a deep breath, and begins to chop.

It’s messy, horrible work. By the third swing tears are rolling down Luther’s cheeks. By the seventh, he’s sobbing. After the twenty-third cut, Cam’s head is finally severed, and rolls to the side. Luther stumbles back. He’s trembling, covered in blood, panting and crying, but it’s finally done.

And then Cam’s head says, “Wow, kid. I didn’t think you had it in you.” Luther watches, dumbfounded, as Cam’s body sits up, searches around with its hands, locates his head, and puts it back on his shoulders as the flesh knits together again. Luther drops his sword in disbelief. He falls to his knees. That was it. That was all he had. He can’t even imagine what he could do against a foe who can just reattach his own head.

“Oh,” he says quietly. “Okay. Um. Make it quick, please?” Cam had been planning to crunch the little shit once he was back on his feet, but he can’t help but feel a pang of guilt at how despondent Luther looks.

“Aw, no, no, don’t give up so quick! Really, you almost had me!” Cam scoops him up and pats him on the head. “Look, it was a good effort. I’m sure if you had known I can’t be killed, you wouldn’t have spent all that time and energy trying to kill me. Just do a little more research next time, yeah?"

"Next time,” Luther repeats, and gives a hollow laugh. “There isn’t going to be a next time. I’m not welcome as part of the royal family if I can’t kill a monster. Even my sister’s done her first slaying already. A whole nest of vampires! And I can’t kill one measly ogre."

"Hey, watch who you’re calling measly,” Cam warns, but his heart isn’t in it. “Jeez. You’ve got some issues, kid. Not much of a fighter, I take it?"

Luther shakes his head and sighs. "I’m just not very good at it."

"Well they chose one hell of a first mission for you, that’s for sure. Ogres are tricky ones. We’ve got a lot of defense mechanisms.” Cam thinks for a moment. “You know what you are good at, though? You’re a good talker. Very convincing. I mean, you really had me going, with the crying and all? It was a really good ruse."

Luther bites his lip. "Um…"

"Okay, so it was for real and not a ruse. But you made the best of a bad situation! That’s also a good skill for a ruler to have. You just gotta show your family that your skills are less conventional, but still effective! Like, okay, why do you have to kill me? What’d I do?"

“You’re eating all the farmers’ cattle and scaring people."

"I thought free range meant I had free reign. Eh? Eh?” Cam pokes Luther in the ribs. Luther frowns at him. “Oh, fine, whatever. No sense of humor. You know, that’s pretty important for a king too. Yeah, all right, I’ll leave the cows alone."

"And the sheep,” Luther says sharply. “And the pigs, and chickens."

"I haven’t eaten any pigs or chickens,” Cam protests.

“Not yet. I’m being proactive."

"There you go!” Cam says, beaming. “There’s that negotiator skill! But seriously, if I can’t eat the cows and sheep I’ve got to eat something. Can you make it worth my while? 'Cause I’m not going back to squirrels."

"Well…” Luther says slowly. “What if… I hire you?"

"You… hire me?"

"Yeah. Like, as a bodyguard or something. Then I’d have to pay you, right? I could pay you in food?”

Cam is quiet for a moment. He brings Luther up closer to his face and scrutinizes him. Luther’s heart is pounding out of his chest. For a moment he thinks he’s made some horrible mistake and offended Cam and it’s all over for him. "You’re serious? Not kidding me, here? That’s your offer?”

“Y-yes? Is that… is it bad?"

"Bad? Bad? That’s the best offer I’ve ever heard! Pay me in food? HELL yes, kid! That’s what I like to hear!” The force of Cam’s enthusiasm knocks Luther over on his back. He stares at the sky for a moment. His life is so goddamn weird.

~~~~~~~~~

Luther’s father’s dragon slaying days are behind him. He’s an old man now. He has good days and bad days, but even on his best days he frequently needs help getting around. But when he sees that giant ogre enter his royal halls, he reaches for his spear. Luther eases it out of his hand.

“No, see, it’s okay. I didn’t kill him, but I stopped him terrorizing the countryside, and I kind of… hired him. As my bodyguard. This was easier, and we both benefit, see? Also, um, were you going to tell me ogres are immortal?"

"You were supposed to figure something out,” his father says. “Since you’re so damned smart."

"Well, I did figure something out. Just… maybe not what you wanted me to."

Cam waves lazily. "Hi, Yer Majesty."

"Cam,” Luther hisses. “We talked about this."

"Oh, fine, fine,” Cam grumbles, and takes a knee to bow low before the king. “I humbly pledge my service to your son,” he intones, hamming it up just a little. “Please allow me to protect him from all harms, and so on."

The king glares. His stabbing hand is itching. But he doesn’t currently have a better plan, and this’ll keep the peasants quiet for a bit. "Fine,” he spits, “But you’re taking care of him. Feeding him, walking him, cleaning up after him, whatever. No getting the servants to do it for you. He’s your responsibility now."

Cam grins at Luther. "So, speaking of feeding… when’s dinner?”

#art #writing #giant tiny #g/t #cam and luther #fairy tale au #to be more specific re: content warnings there is a beheading but he gets better so it's okay #tiny knights are very important to me as u can clearly see #there's just something about. someone who is sworn to protect others going up against a force so much larger than themselves #EDIT mobile hates readmores sorry if u get a three mile long post on yr dash :(

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