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ctheathy · 7 months

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Good Boy? More like ... Gutter Boy

Lucian Abbot x Reader

NSFW Oneshot

Author’s note: These fics have been chilling in my notes for months. Time to feed the horny folks <3

You went over by a close friend of yours and had a small talk over his self harming tendencies. A habit Lucian has struggled with for years. But the meeting turned out different than expected. He agreed, but at what cost?

Potential ⚠️TWs⚠️ :

Both reader+character are of legal age or aged-up for obvious reasons in this post!

This is a smut fic, read at own risk. dom!Reader+sub!Lucian • You touch his genitalia • Emotional dependency • Climax mentioned

You just stared in awe as the both of you came to an agreement on the topic that left him scarred for years to no end. You felt proud of your friend...

You let out a small chuckle, walking over towards Lucian while gently taking his cold hands into your own warm ones. Your eyes flickered, looking into his own blue ones as you gave his hands a small caress with your thumbs. “try not intentionally hurting yourself as much, okay...? For me?” you softly asked as you looked up at him, your eyes looking a little somber yet hopeful for the request. He froze when you held his hands. You were warmer than a hot cup of coffee, you were warmer than anything he had ever felt. The caress of your thumbs felt so good, he couldn't resist smiling softly.

“F-For you. I'll try not to hurt myself... that much.” He spoke in a shy tone, making your under eyelids rise in response to his reaction to the favour. You felt happier with the moment. “good boy” you said jokingly, booping his nose with your fingertip and letting out a sweet laugh. Your eyes seemed to be shimmering as soon as he agreed to it. But little did you know ... That such small words could have such a big impact on the other. Just the words “good boy” sent shivers down his spine. Your laugh was also extremely adorable, he loved every single thing about you, he wanted you to call him “good boy” once more.

“Call me ‘good boy’ one more time.” Lucian was getting desperate, but he wanted to hold it in. He couldn't ask you to say it for him, that was bad.

“Please.” He whispered to himself. You seemed a little surprised by the sudden request, but you weren't necessarily complaining either. You felt the urgent need to tease him a little. Your hand came in contact with his jawline, as you gently caressed over it with your fingers, your sharp nail teasing his soft skin. “aww~ does somebody like to be called a good boy~?” you chuckled as he was noticeably melting into your touch.

“you surely know what you're into, darling” you snickered as your eyes looked up to him. He shivered in response, he wanted to be teased more. He wanted to be teased by you and you alone. Your nails teasing his jawline was making him feel tingly, and he didn't hate it. He didn't say anything, but he couldn't help but moan a little. “Call me ‘good boy’ again, please, please, please”

A bit of heat noticeably rose to your cheeks by the fact that he was literally begging. But you quickly regained your composure, looking him dead in the eye “why, If you insist... you're such a good boy~” you had such a sly smirk, your thumb stroked in circles over his jawline, almost touching the crook of his mouth. You also used your other fingers to gently caress him under the chin, continuing to mercilessly tease him. Lucian bit his lip in an attempt to stop another moan from escaping. He needed you, he needed you in his life. You were making him feel more loved than anyone he had ever seen. He was trying so hard to cover up his blushing, failing and giving in to begging to be treated like a dog, his legs shaking just slightly. “Oh god, more. I- er, more... please.” He begs in a quiet voice. He looks so desperate ...

Your free hand went over to his locks as you brushed some of his messy hairs out of his face. “oh my. Is affection truly such a foreign concept to mister~?“ you spoke with yet another chuckle, but there was also a hint of genuineness in your words. Your fingernails caressed over his scalp gently, massaging it a little bit. Which only resulted in him letting out a high-pitched moan.

He was so, so, SO weak. Never in his life had he felt so loved by someone, and he was too afraid to lose you. “P-Please... more...” He begged quietly, sounding very desperate. All he wanted was to be comforted by you, he was scared, scared to be hurt again. You were his only lifeline, he needed you to give all this attention to him. It's like he was starving for affection that he never really had.

Your hand that was caressing his jaw slowly went over to his neck, as you gently stroked it with your hand. You just let out a snicker. This was cute. You were basically just petting him as this point, your fingertips and nails caressing him all over his scalp, as you stood on your tippy toes to add on height and reach the rest of his locks. He shivered as your nails hit his neck. He couldn't bear how soft your touch was. You were making him melt with everything you did. He gave off the biggest moan in response, his body leaning into you. He was so incredibly weak, all he wanted to was be your dog, to be your good boy, your pet, your... whatever.

“Oh dear, you look like you're going to collapse” you just pulled him into your chest, your hands all over him. His back... his arms... his shoulders... his scalp... his hair... It was so overwhelming. His moans only got louder and louder, he was absolutely melting the second your hands touched his body. “Oh god... more... PLEASE.” Now this is someone who's addicted to affection.

Lucian wraps his arms around you, burying his face into your neck and giving you a small bite, which you didn't give much of a reaction to. You just continued to stroke and caress his back with your gentle fingertips. You turned your head and whispered something in his ear “mister... allow me to show you a real bite~” your teeth met his ear. Not harshly, but you rather soft nibbling, which only added onto his sensation. He shivered heavily from your nibble. Lucian was almost speechless, he liked the attention and affection you were giving him, and wanted more. He was starting to forget about his past and was getting lost in this moment, this moment with you.

You... you were so good to him.

He turned his head to look at your eyes, your hair getting messy and your face turning as bright red as it could be. “Oh... oh my god...” He says in a trembling voice. “more.” he practically demanded.

“hmm~? More you say?” you sneakily spoke back with an endearing giggle leaving your throat. Without warning, you pinned him to the bed you both were sitting on, leaving him to get the air knocked out of him. He looked directly into those gorgeous eyes of yours and yet... there was a clear hint of sadism in them and for some reason , this only excited his nasty mind even further. “I'm gonna need you to elaborate, my sweet, sweet boy” you spoke in a fake sweet tone.

You were so angelic ... The devil in disguise. He felt so weak right now, but he wasn't going to complain. He needed this, he wanted to be tortured by you, he loved being weak for you.

“Please... please ruin me. I'm all yours.”

“Call me your pet. I want to be your pet.”

“Treat me like a dog... please...”

You looked up curiously. “like a dog, you say?” you stroked him from his forehead into his locks. “you surely know how to work your way into a person's heart, puppy~” you let out a soft chuckle, your fingers stoking over his scalp once more. Your free hand went over towards his neck, as you also caressed your hand over it back and forth. He starts to shake a lot more now due to your words. He's starting to melt. He needed this affection. He needed your hands everywhere. He needed you to love him. There was no hesitation in the feeling.

With every caress he just got more riled up, he wanted more. “P-Please... more... p-please.” He studders, biting his lip once again. You gave him an immediate peck on the cheek before circling around him like some sort of predator with a prey. “My my. Why do you have to be so cute, Lucy~?” you spoke with a little pout, before stopping as you stood behind him, putting your hands on his shoulders. You were so... so close ... he swore he could feel your warm breath against his neck. He was blushing intensely now. All of this was making his emotions go wild, he wasn't this emotional before when he was a bad person, but he can't help that he needs you. He needs your affection, he wants your attention and that's all he wants in the universe. He was already addicted to this feeling, and you're not doing anything to stop that. He needed to be touched everywhere by you, he loved every single moment of your touch.

Your touch was what he lived for in his miserable life.

Without warning, your teeth met his skin once again, his neck this time. You made sure not to hurt him and instead just gently sucked at it, leaving him to shiver with delight as he could feel the heat of your mouth on him along with probably saliva. Your hands were caressing circles on his back, making it even worse. He gave out another moan in response, more lustful. He didn't mind it, what did you expect? You're touching him in ways he's never been touched before. He felt so much love and excitement from you in this moment, no doubt that you wanted more from him as well. He was so attracted to you, and you were so attracted to him. It was quite obvious.

His hips were moving on their own, he was trying to push against your head, he was in heat ...

You added a little bit more teeth, along with the touch of your warm tongue on his neck, but still making sure to not put too much force. He could feel a smirk starting to reappear on your features, making his shudder yet again. Your nails dug into his back in a soft yet teasing manner. It was clear you didn't actually want to hurt, hurt him though. He started to shiver ...really heavily when you dug into his back a little. He felt every single point of your touch, every single inch. His brain was running in circles, he was feeling so many emotions right now and his body was responding to it. He was moving on his own now, his hips grinding up against you, trying to show you that you have full control of him, that you can do whatever you want to him.

He looked back at you with his pleading blue eyes, his body telling you to take him already. He was still grinding on you, he was still shaking a lot due to his feelings, especially now that you were teasing him. You were playing him like a fiddle and he loved it so much. His movements got a bit quicker, he wanted you, he wanted you and only you. You were everything to him right now.

You just let out a snicker at his attempts to grind himself against you before putting your chin on his shoulder. “oh my. What is that, Lucy~?“ you before your hand went over and massaged his neck, your thumb and fingernail stroking over it. “If you wanted to go further, all you had to do was ask” you giggled, turning your head a little so you could look him in the eye. Your hand went down, teasing his sensitive areas but refusing to lay a finger on it for now.

He started moving even crazier now. You were right next to his private area. He was still extremely frustrated, he just wanted it now. But your teasing was making him so much more excited, your hand stroking his neck was driving him crazy. He let out one last moan and said:

“Please... please ...just take me.” He looked into your eyes and his face turned red once again, he really meant every single word. He was begging you like a dog in heat to finally take him. And you didn’t mind it one bit “anything with pleasure for my good boy~” your hand began slow, gently caressing him right on the spot, just doing the bare minimum to see his reaction. Your free hand just continued to stroke his neck with your fingernails, knowing it would mess his hormones up. You stuck out your tongue a little for the extra attention, letting out a chuckle. He gasped when you finally touched his genitals. He felt like there were a billion butterflies in his stomach, he was so excited. He felt so much pleasure, he got completely swept off his feet by it. His hips were grinding on your hand, he wanted you to touch him more. He had that stupid look he always had. Just pure lust that made him feel alive. He had that soft voice of his again, he just couldn't control himself, he was losing control of his body.

Without warning, you just started using your entire hand all at once, making him moan and curse out at the sudden sensation, as it left him trembling. His knees were buckling, but there was no way in hell you were letting go of him now. You were rubbing a bit more harshly right now, making it almost too sensitive for him to bear. But you knew he liked it. For the cherry on top, you just decided to nibble on his ear again, using some more of your sharp teeth this time, yet being extra gentle. He let out a high-pitched moan once more when you used your hand on him. His breath was shaky and he already looked completely destroyed, he had a stupid smile on his face. His body was trembling and twitching, he was clearly feeling a lot of pleasure. And he only let out another moan when you nicked his ear with your sharp teeth, he let out a moan that turned into a scream of pure bliss with tears pouring down his face due to the high amount of sensation.

You just gave him a tiny squeeze with your hand. Instead of being aggressive, you gently massaged it with your palm, not being too rough with him after seeing those tears. “just keep breathing Lucy... you're doing great” you kindly whispered in his ear, giving him a comforting smile. He felt everything, every single thing you did made him moan. His eyes were closed and he looked like he was in another world of pleasure, even at some points you thought he was going to pass out.

He didn't stop shaking and his breath was very shaky, he sounded out of breath, yet he was still crying. His tears kept falling and he was begging you to keep going, to not stop. He needed you so much, he was nothing without you. And you just did as requested, but tried being as gentle with him as you could. Your fingertips were digging a little into his private areas, along with you continuing to rub it in a pleasant manner. You just booped your nose into the crook of his neck, nuzzling it a little as a giggle could be heard from you. Your free hand went over to pet his head and caress his scalp, giving a sense of relief and comfort. You sped up your hand a little, knowing he'd most likely be close by the amount of noises he was making. You wanted to help him release this bottled up sensation His moans got louder and even worse with every touch. He was definitely close now, his heart was beating a million beats per second as he let out one last moan. He was breathing heavily and he was trying to see your face but he just had his eyes closed. He was so close but he wanted to please you.

He wanted to experience this feeling, he never wanted to experience it anywhere else but with you. He cried out your name, wanting you to hear him as his body was shaking. “shh... it'll be over soon, sweetheart” you silently spoke as you send him yet another gentle smile. You continued to massage and caress him from left to right, rubbing him off completely. You gave one last tiny squeeze, making him scream your name once more, he couldn't hold it in any longer. Lucian arched his back, thrusting into your hand a few times as he was panting like crazy. He could feel his eyes roll back as he threw his head back into your shoulder. His body trembled as he let out a large moan once more. Even after that one last squeeze, if he could go for longer, he definitely would. He was completely lost in this feeling, like there was no world outside of it. He was feeling so exhausted by the time he was done, but he was still just shaking with pleasure. He tried so hard to say your name once more, and he barely even managed to form a sentence.

You had him wrapped around your little finger.

He was yours.

#lucian abbot #R.I.P.#really introverted producer #CORROSION #candyman #lucian #smut #vocaloid fukase #fukase #vocaloid smut #dom reader #x reader smut #yandere lucian abbot #yandere lucian #rip #lucian x reader #lucian abbot x reader #fukase x reader #fukase vocaloid

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space-writes · 8 months

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@serenanymph tagged me in this and it looks so fun i have to do it! i’m going to do all the chapters because i want to, so this is under a cut because there are. an amount of chapters in this draft.

no-pressure tagging @loopyhoopywrites @vollzz and @ahordeofwasps

Rules: Include one character quote of your choosing ⁠from each chapter of your WIP (or as many chapters as you'd like). Give absolutely no context, save for what's between two parts of an interrupted sentence, should that occur. You may mention who said it.

Prologue - Aliyne

“What can I say, it was a long walk.”

Chapter One - Lucian

“Perhaps I will purchase a chair from you, when I bring back the beast’s head,” said Lucian. “Good day.”

Chapter Two - Kelora Fenthari

“Surprisingly clever,” Kelora interrupted. Iolanthe’s mouth snapped shut. “Well, Mundy, it appears there is half a brain in that head after all.”

Chapter Three - Aliyne

“What’s all this ‘we’ business? I can let a giant monster do what it likes.”

Chapter Four - Vren

“If you lied to me, I’ll be back,” the Wraith said. “You know how I feel about liars, Johar.”

Chapter Five - Leshanna

“Why did Master Ril'azur Fierrdenre repair your lute and why do you keep calling him ‘Zinby’?” Leshanna hurried after him. “Will you please take off that robe, it is not yours-- oh, no, not right now! For goodness sake, Mister Crow, this is my kitchen!”

Chapter Six - Sorrow

“I had very little desire to be transformed into a toad this evening.”

Chapter Seven - Aliyne

“If you play that fucking arpeggio one more time I am going to tattoo it on your backside with my knife.”

Chapter Eight - Zander

“Fuck you, dragon, we’re alive!”

Chapter Nine - Quest

“Leshanna’s on my side, she says it’s ‘a menace to public health’, but Aliyne and Zander think it’s stupid.”

Chapter Ten - Leshanna

“Where else are they going to stay? In a tavern?” said Leshanna, shuddering. “You can’t expect Imidris to sleep in a room next to drunken sailors and cutpurses.”

Chapter Eleven - Sorrow

“You are a menace and you are demoted.”

Chapter Twelve - Aspiration

“Because of the dragon?” She cocked her head. “Or because of the Wraith?”

Chapter Thirteen - Sorrow

“Now, are you going to come home like a good boy or are you going to insist on playing out past your bedtime?”

Chapter Fourteen - Vren

“No, please, continue to lecture me. I have literally nothing I’d rather be doing.”

Chapter Fifteen - Sorrow

“Are you agreeing with everything I say in the vain hope that I’ll eventually stop talking?”

Chapter Sixteen - Aliyne

“What is it with you infernii and doing the absolute stupidest thing you possibly can at any given time?”

Chapter Seventeen - Sorrow

“I do not think House Kyvelian would have the first idea what to do with you. I have my own reasons for wanting you out of their hands.” He gestured at the dragons corpse. “Run around in Valloroth a little longer, sweet prince. Kill a few more monsters – I’ve heard it builds character.”

(and the epilogue has no dialogue)

Valloroth taglist: @cherrybombfangirlwrites @memento-morri-writes @foxboyclit @lawful-evil-novelist @at-thezenith @morganwriteblr @fayeiswriting @serenanymph (ask to be +/-)

#writeblr #valloroth blogging #c: sorrow #c: vren #c: lucian #tag games #c: leshanna #c: zander #c: quest #c: aliyne #c: aspiration #i am unsurprised how many of these are sorrow #man has all the best lines XD

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tctteredwings · 7 months

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if you’re hearing I AM WHAT I AM by GLORIA GAYNOR playing, you have to know LUCIAN CARTY (THEY/THEM; GENDERFLUID) is near by! the THIRTY-THREE year old HOMELESS SHELTER LEADER/BARTENDER AT HELL & HIGH WATER has been in denver for, like, ALL THEIR LIFE ON AND OFF. they’re known to be quite CARELESS, but being PASSIONATE seems to balance that out. or maybe it’s the fact that they resemble CODY FERN. personally, i’d love to know more about them seeing as how they’ve got those PLACARDS FIGHTS FOR INJUSTICE, AN EVER CHANGING WARDROBE, MESSY BEDHEAD vibes. and maybe i’ll get my chance if i hang out around the RINO DISTRICT long enough!

tw: drug abuse, abortion mention, violence, drug overdose

ABOUT.

Name: Lucian Carty. Age: Thirty-two. DoB: April 23rd 1990. Occupation: Homeless ShelterLeader/Bartender at Hell & High Water. Sexual/romantic orientation: Pansexual/grey-romantic. Birthplace: Denver, CO, USA. Current Location: Denver, CO, USA.

They’re a native to Denver and grew up in Lakeridge.

Product of a one night stand who was treated like crap by their mother from birth. She didn’t want them, had planned to get rid of them and made that clear each and every day. The police were constantly getting called to their place because of the continual screaming and shouting.

At seven they found their mum’s drug stash which suddenly explained why they had no money even though she was working all the time. It explained a lot.

Shortly after that they were joined by a younger sister, who their mum seemed to want this time.

Threw themselves into school. They were a bit of a brainiac. Maths club, debate, constant tutoring of other students, anything to keep them away from home.

By the time high school had come to an end they’d found a passion for activism and spent all their time in the middle of the city involved in protests. Constantly spent their time clashing with the police, chaining themselves to buildings and locked away for the night after peaceful protests ended up violent.

At around twenty-one they came out as genderfluid. They’d never fit in any kind of box anyway. Started going by both they/them, something that has stuck ever since.

They spent the rest of their time working in bars, coffee shops, restaurants (whatever brought the money in) and a local homeless shelter.

Attempted a relationship for the first time. Failed. It lasted a couple of years but ended when they let them get dragged off by the police without helping at all. They are a bit of a hopeless romantic deep down, but have never really felt they deserve love because of how they were treated by their mother when growing up.

Spent the next couple of years flitting back and forth between Denver, Los Angeles and new York constantly, unable to settle.

Moved back to Denver permanently around five years ago after receiving a phone call from their younger sibling, who told them their mother had overdosed. Despite everything they still came running to take care of them both.

Picked up a job at a bar again pretty quickly, needing money to support themselves and their mother and sister, something they never thought they’d be doing. They live in an apartment away from them though, choosing to settle in Rino, there was no way they were living in the same house as their mother ever again.

They’ve fallen back into working at the shelter since arriving back home, working their way to leader. It's something they've always been very passionate about and dedicate most of their time to both that and charity work within the LGBTQIA+ community. Working at the bar just tops up their income so they have enough to survive.

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

Maternal Half-sister (0/1): Of at least half European descent. 7/8 years younger. Anya Taylor-Joy’s the dream.

Childhood best friend (0/1): This person was like Lucian’s family when they were growing up. That’s never changed.

Childhood friends (0/?): Anyone they knew growing up in Lakeridge.

Sister from another mister/brother from another mother (0/1): They’ve never been close to their actual siblings (or don’t know them at all) so this is someone they’ve formed a sibling-like bond with over the years.

Close friends (0/?): Friends they’ve grown close to since settling Rino.

Getting to know you (0/?): They’ve only recently got to know one another, but they’re working on it.

The best kind of people (0/?): They’ve met on numerous charity/good will projects over the years and just made a bond.

Ex-partners (0/2): There have only been a couple, Lucian doesn’t have the best luck with lasting relationships.

You’re kind of special (0/1): Someone they’ve found themselves growing closer to recently, although it might all be one-sided, they’re not sure yet.

One night stands (0/?): There aren’t too many of them, but every so often they’ll spend a night with someone.

Friends with benefits (0/2): Same as the one night stands, though these two keep coming back to one another.

Roommate (0/1): They are by no means rich, so having a roomie helps with rent.

People from work (0/?): People they know through their work at the bar or others who may work with the homeless from time to time.

Not quite the best of friends (0/?): They just really don’t get along… at all. They could have clashed during a protest or something in the city at some point.

#✧ lucian ( about )#chq;intro

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sylkhi · 1 year

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UNTITLED BARRY-CENTRIC FIC #01

[idk what to title this so please pretend this is a relevant title]

Volkner’s eyes widen for a fraction of a second when he first meets Barry. He quickly schools his face back to its usual bored, ‘this-is-beneath-me’ look, and Dawn almost believes that she’d imagined it.

And then Volkner calls.

(“Your friend; the blond one. How…” a deep breath. “… how is he?”)

***

Cynthia, champion of the Sinnoh Pokémon League and current champion of the Pokemon World Tournament, is incredibly doting.

There are, however, differences between how she dotes on Barry and everyone else, small as they are. The sweets. Ruffling his hair.

(“— and it’s almost like… almost like aunt Ethan,” Dawn tells her mum over the phone. Lucas’s battle against Lucian is over and Barry is just about to start against Bertha. Her mother stays silent so long that Dawn is sure the call ended at some point without her realising it. And then she sighs.

“How is Pip?”)

***

Volkner looks mortified that Cynthia decides to pull up a chair next to him. She orders them both drinks; something she hadn’t done while she’d been with Maylene, or Aaron, or — and then she ruffles his hair.

It’s surprises Dawn that Volkner doesn’t snap at Cynthia when she gives him a parting hug.

***

“Flinton!”

There’s smile on Flint’s face goes stiff. He’d been giving Barry and Dawn a tour of the Sinnoh Battle Frontier. They turn to see a blond man in a long green coat running up to them. Dawn is absolutely sure Flint will get knocked over, but the man — the Battle Tower’s Tycoon, she realises — comes to a stop right before him.

“Mr Palmer,” Flint says, bracing himself as Palmer gives him what looks like an extremely painful hug.

Palmer laughs. “How many times do I have to tell you to drop the ‘mister’, huh?” A mischievous glint appears in his eyes. “Unless… you finally ready to be my in-law?” Palmer wiggles his eyebrows and Flint looks like he wants the earth to swallow him up.

And that — wow.

Palmer finally turns his attention away from Flint. He grins and scratches the back of his head. He looks surprised, though only a little bit. “Barrington! Didn’t see you there.”

Barry’s smile is painfully awkward. “Hey dad.”

***

Volkner and Flint are whispering to each other in a corner of the room. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out that Volkner’s agitated gestures have to do with Palmer, who’s having a stilted attempt at normal conversation with Paula and seems oblivious to the fact that Barry and Jan look like they’d rather be anywhere but Palmer’s table.

The tightness around Paula’s eyes and Volkner’s agitation lessen when Cynthia finally arrives. Barry and Jan look relieved as they go to her, assuring her that she isn’t late at all. Cynthia gives them each a hug; Barry, Jan, Paula, Volkner and even Flint.

Everyone pretends not to notice the way Cynthia hesitates briefly before giving Palmer a hug, wooden and slightly shorter than the others.

And when everyone begins to converse again, and Lucas and Buck look in Dawn’s direction, all she can do is shrug.

[Notes:

I was just asking myself a lot of questions about Palmer, something along the lines of ‘gamefreak wouldn’t place four blond characters who look almost similar in the same region without good reason, right? Right???’ This feels less like a story and more like an answer to my own question that just happens to be a narrative. Whatever.

And then my brain ran away with the idea. Don’t get me wrong, I love Palmer, but whatever you’re thinking about Palmer’s character by the end of this is likely what I wanted you to think.

For clarity: Paula is Barry and Jan’s mother, Cynthia is Palmer’s sister, and Jan is indeed short for Janington.

I might post this on AO3. Who knows (not me). Whatever the case, I hope you had fun reading it.]

#pokemon #pokemon dppt #pokemon bdsp #dawn pokemon #barry pokemon #volkner #elite four flint #flint x volkner #cynthia pokemon #tower tycoon palmer #buck pokemon #original characters #more like I name already-existent unnamed characters #Headcanon #Drabble #I think?

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sylleblosscm · 2 years

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@inimiicus x

It is well past her bedtime, but Luna trusts he won’t tell. She just wants to see him, hopes he will visit as he promised. She paces restlessly through her playroom, clutching her gift for him in her tiny hands. And it is with the stirring of the wind that she perks up, a smile brightening her features. ❝Mister Scruffy!❞

Luna rushes to him, speaking without giving him the chance. ❝How was your day? Mine was good. I had to practise my crafts, and I made you this!❞ Proudly she holds up a bracelet of red and pink and blue. There had been one for her mother and one for her brother also. When Luna had explained matter-of-factly that the third was for Mister Scruffy, the Queen had only smiled amusedly, leaving her very confused daughter to insist that it was the truth.

But it is no matter. She will introduce them one day. For now she presses the gift into his hand, insisting: ❝Try it on! Try it on! You have to look good for the ceremony.❞

The ceremony of which she speaks is, of course, the upcoming visit of the Lucian royal family. It is clear that Luna feels excited about it - but more importantly, that she has high hopes for his attendance. ❝You will be there, won’t you? You could meet Mama, and Ravus, and Noctis - that’s the Prince. We’re going to work together one day. Also, I hear there will be sweets.❞

#( i'm still thinking about this au )#inimiicus #⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ -- how many seconds in eternity? / threads #⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ – v: a life in progress / unsorted

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sittinwithyou · 1 year

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Cast Call #QuordlePrompt 9

On my Wattpad!

Chris’s knuckles were getting sore from knocking. He glanced down at the clipboard again. The thick black lines that struck out most of the actors’ names made the page look like a barcode. The only three to not have black over them matched the line of doors he now faced. The name plate on the one to his left read ‘Lucian Mark’. Chris sighed. He had always thought that the act of renaming yourself for the ease of advertising was a silly tradition. Eventually, viable names were going to run out and the recycling would begin. As evident by the last name ‘Mark’, recycling was well underway. He rapped on the door with his reddening hand. The silence that answered was starting to become a trend today. No one wanted to be up for a five-in-the-morning crew call but here they were. He knocked again. Wincing and shaking his hand, he called out, “Mister Mark? We’re on set in ten.” He leaned in and pressed his ear onto the door. There was no sound coming from within. Fine. “I’ll be right back, sir.”

He stepped across the hall to Alyson Shanks’ room and knocked. Immediately, a loud thump, the sound of something shattering, and two voices crying out in exaggerated dismay came out from behind the door. “Yes,” Miss Shanks called. She giggled and ‘shh’ed’ whoever she was with. A deep voice answered her, and they both began giggling again.

“Miss Shanks, it’s nine ‘til on set.” Chris tried to stretch his hearing beyond the door. Who was she with?

“Coming!” This brought a fresh peal of laughter.

“Out in a jiffy,” the man called out. Something else fell onto the floor beyond the door and then a frenzied series of cries and impacting sounds started to shake the door.

Chris stepped back and crossed off Shanks’ name. Good for them. He adjusted his pants and stepped back across and forward to the last door. The name plate read Greg William Clark. Chris tapped his other hand on the door this time. The door opened before the third rap and Mister Clark stood just within the room, fully dressed in midnight tones of red and brown velvet. A thickly incensed wind blew outwards over Chris, and he coughed before he could raise a hand. Clark frowned, his mighty whiskers framing his chin. He looked all the part of the oil baron he was to portray in the film. But what was that smell?

“Casting call in seven, right?” The older man’s voice was smooth and – for some reason – vaguely British. Chris nodded and tried to look up and above the other man’s shoulder.

“Are you burning incense in there,” Chris asked. He tried taking in another breath but something in the scent tickled his throat again and he turned to the side this time to cough.

“No.” Mister Clark walked further out into the hall and turned to look left and right down both lengths. “But you know what? Come here.” His arm shot out to grab Chris by the arm. Chris jerked back, his back hitting the opposite wall with a ‘whoomph’. “Don’t be like that, you little scamp.” Mister Clark leapt forward and snagged Chris’s arm and then twisted his body to throw the aide into the open door. Chris fell headlong into the odiferous room and skidded to a stop on his side. Whatever was causing that smell was close by. His head rolled wildly to locate the source. Something in the smell reminded him of the time he had found his cat behind the washer machine. It was sweet, strong, and made his throat want to close instinctually. He gagged.

“What in the hell, man?” He pushed himself up and felt the metal prongs of the clipboard beneath him dig into his palm. It was then he saw what was causing the stench.

Lucian Mark stared from under Mister Clark’s makeup table towards a spot right above Chris’s head with a glassy gleam to his dead eyes. Above his eyebrows were the words Theta Chi branded into his skin. Chris idly wondered if the marks had been made by a heated clothes hanger. He supposed it must have been, due to the width of the ‘writing’. Where Mister Mark’s body should have been was nothing but a faintly wet pile of human flesh and blood. All of this was ringed neatly by a collection of herbs and leaves that were smoldering in a circle around the man’s remains.

“You see?” Mister Clark said, his fake British accent dripping with forced congeniality. “That’s not incense. It’s potpourri. A vast differ-ence, I can assure you.”

Chris vomited, his stomach contents splashing on the cheap carpet. Amid the carnage and smoke, he quavered before sitting up and scooting back away from the velveted monster he now recognized as an unhinged murderer. Inconsequential things were starting to grab his attention as his heart rate rose and his vision sharpened. His hand stung from the clipboard’s puncture wounds and his palm was smearing more blood onto the floor of this cheap-assed hotel. His mark-down sheet looked more like an abstractionist’s painting of a zebra now. He shot a glance to Mister Clark who now stood a mere foot away. In his hand was a blackened clothes hanger (You were right, Chris.) and a very saturated towel that dripped too-dark blood on the floor. We’re never getting our money back from this place. He paused, his breath holding against the leaf smoke and smell of singed skin. “Do we rent or buy our space here,” he blurted.

Mister Clark paused from his advance. “I’m sorry. What?”

The last stack of coherent thought fell away within Chris at that moment and his mouth began to work like a fish’s. He felt light-headed. He felt weak. The edges of his vision were starting to creep in and close around him. He was alone. He was-

“WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FIFTY-SHADES OF GREY IS GOING ON IN HERE?” Miss Shank’s voice was loud and sharp, and it cut through Chris’s encroaching brain fog like a heated knife. He jumped. Something in his chest moved so his lungs could remember how to breathe. He screamed and pointed his injured hand at Mister Clark as the actor turned to brandish his burnt hanger at the newcomer. Little flecks of blood flung from Chris’s hand, and he watched as the drops colored darker red points into the man’s velvet tunic.

“I… uh…” Mister Clark’s voice wavered, it’s accent completely gone and replaced with a flat, midwestern lit. “Shit.”

The next sound was the smallest pop of compressed air followed by Mister Clark convulsing as he collapsed to the ground. His breath came out in sharp jerks as his muscles tensed and locked him into an electrified pile of spasming nerves. Twin points of metal jutted from his chest that led to a stun gun that was aimed from over Miss Shank’s shoulder. Chris gasped and curled even further into the back of the small room to avoid the flailing of Mister Clark’s limbs. He watched as a man – the night security guard, Chris realized – stepped out from around Miss Shank to walk towards Mister Clark.

Chris’s brain let loose a flood of emotions he couldn’t catalogue. His mouth worked a bit in silence before he finally said, “Cast’s call in four.”

#original story #short story #writing prompt #quordle prompt #sittinwithyou #latin #blood #horror #suspense #film industry #cast call #murder #heads will roll

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margravelucian · 3 years

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Zlaijerh/Malachiah - Apollonian/Dionisiac

Digital work and traditional work on the same piece. A few alternates over on patreon of course. I am cajoling myself to post here more frequently, but my energy is at a low, painful ebb. This year has been very good in some ways, and excruciatingly painful in others. Thank you for your patience, and your interest in my work, if that's still something that applies.

SHOP / KO-FI / PATREON / INSTAGRAM

#apollo #dionysus #dionysos #spirit guide #mister lucian #ivy #gouache #lyre #traditional media #digital media #thyrsus #painting #occult art #hellenic paganism #hellenism

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whumpy-writings · 3 years

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The Blood Market

Masterlist

Backstory time! This takes place about two years before Aldon meets Ria.

CW: Vampires, blood, slavery, bruises, dehumanization, brief war mention

Aldon made his way past the stalls overflowing with fabrics, jewelry, and fine porcelain. He had another objective tonight. He turned right down the street, then took a left. The moon glowed overhead, a thin crescent. His destination was the Blood Market, the finest purveyor of humans in all Torin. Or at least that’s what the flyers said. He grasped the pendant beneath his shirt. You can do this, Al, he thought to himself. Then he was standing in front of the giant marble building. Aldon pushed open the huge wooden door and stepped inside.

The stench of fear was overpowering, hitting him like a ton of bricks. He almost gagged, but managed to hold it back. The interior was dimly lit, with tapestries hanging from every wall. “How may I assist you, sir?” a tall skinny vampire dressed in scarlet asked.

Aldon steeled his courage. “I am in the market for my first human.”

“Oh excellent! My name is Rackham and I will be assisting you today. Are you looking for a male or female?”

Shoot. He hadn’t even thought about that. “Ummm… a male, I guess.”

“Excellent, excellent, right this way, Mister…”

“General, actually. The name’s Von Sleet. Aldon Von Sleet.” The man froze, recognition dawning.

“General Von Sleet! The very same who beat back the Lucians at the battle of Hell’s Gap?”

“The very same,” Aldon said, giving a slight smile.

“My brother served under you, in the fourth division. He said your quick thinking saved his entire division from certain death. I am indebted to you, sir. Anything you want is on the house tonight.”

“Oh no, really you don’t have to do that. I was just doing my job.” Aldon said sheepishly.

“No, no, I insist. Now let me show you our inventory.”

They walked down the hall, steps echoing. They came to a door, Rackham pulling out a key and turning it in the lock. The door creaked open into a dark hallway. Metal grated doors lined either side, and within each cell was a human. Their fear permeated the room, most of them curling in on themselves as Aldon and Rackham walked past. “Take a look around, let me know if you want to sample anything.”

“Sample?”

“Of course! Picking out a human is a huge decision, and we like to make sure our clients are completely satisfied with what they are bringing home.”

Aldon nodded, not trusting himself to speak. No wonder the humans were so terrified. He slowly walked down the hall, looking in on the captives. They were all the same- skinny, dirty, covered in bruises. Scared. How was he supposed to pick one? Aldon stopped in front of a door on the left. The male inside was huddled in the corner, stringy blond hair covering his face. “How about this one?” Aldon asked.

“An excellent choice, sir.” Rackham unlocked the door, gesturing for Aldon to step inside with him. “He came in a couple weeks ago from the southern provinces. Good temperament, very cute. Would you like a taste?” The man looked up, fear in his eyes. Aldon’s stomach twisted, but he nodded.

“Get up, boy.” The man slowly stood up, leaning against the wall for support. He glanced up at Aldon through his hair, blue eyes dull. He then tilted his neck to the right, giving Aldon a clear spot to bite. Aldon stepped forward, running a hand through the man’s hair. He leaned in close, putting his mouth next to the shivering human’s ear. “It’ll be all right,” he said. Then he opened his mouth and bit down. The man let out a whimper of pain, then went limp as the venom took hold. The blood filled Aldon’s mouth with warm sweetness. Aldon took a couple sips, then licked the wound so it would close. He gently lowered the unconscious man to the ground. “He’s perfect, Rackham. I’ll take him.”

“Excellent, General. Just follow me right this way and we’ll fill out the paperwork.” Aldon followed Rackham out of the cell, glancing back to make sure that the human was still passed out. He had given him a lot of venom, figured it would help calm the human’s nerves. Rackham led Aldon into a large study, filled with dark wood furniture and shelves upon shelves of books. Rackham rang a little bell, and a young vampire appeared in the doorway. “This gentleman will be taking number 023, prepare him for transport.”

“Yes sir,” the vampire replied, then darted away to complete his task.

Aldon signed the papers transferring legal ownership, Rackham making small talk the whole time. “Would you like a carriage, general?” Rackham asked.

“That would be great Rackham, thanks.”

Aldon froze as he stepped into the carriage. The human was laid across the opposite seat, wrists and ankles bound in heavy metal shackles. He was blindfolded and a muzzle covered his mouth. “Is everything all right, sir?” Rackham asked. Aldon swallowed. “Yes everything is fine. Thank you for your assistance, Rackham.”

“Anytime, General Von Sleet. If you ever are in the market, I will be happy to assist you.”

Aldon flashed Rackham a thin smile as he closed the carriage door. He then put his head in his hands and started to softly cry.

Tag List: @thecitythatdoesntsleep @whump-cravings @thecyrulik

#vampire whump #pet whump #tw slavery #tw slight gore #tw dehumanization #reluctant whumper #tw war #tw bruises #tw vampires

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noirbriar · 2 years

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FFXV AU: Ruin

Surprise! Its not the usual AU! I have zero reasons for this. Absolutely no reason at all but to procrastinate in the middle of work.

note that this is a FFX and FFXV crossover, mostly heavy lore usage.

prompts: ( magic )

TW: Death and related mentions

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A sea of white uniforms clamours up their shores. The army of white death descends upon them. His mothers blood taints his beloved sisters beautiful dress as his brothers falls, one after another. The wailing of destruction and whistling bullet fills the air until nothing remains.

His people then forced to kneel before the invaders.The submission of the young and frail makes anger bubble from within Nyx. Yet he stays his hand as a gun points to his head and towards several groups of his kinsmen, and to Selena. The Galahdian forces are given a cruel choice.

“Will you submit to the Empire? Or would you have your people choose death?”

——

“SELENA!”

“Big brother, help-”

——

“Oh no, I killed him!”

“You didn’t Prom, don’t worry he’s breathing, look!”

“Noctis, do NOT-“

A smack across his cheek and Nyx gasps.

His sudden awakening into reality startles a group of boys back, a raven haired one quickly pulling the blond Niflheimian behind him. Before Galahdian finds himself facing the edge of a sword. Several swords in fact, as a group of dark uniform soldiers began to crowd around him.

This, this does not seem right. Where is the Niflehiem army? Why are these weirdly dressed Lucians surrounding him? Is it night? Why is it so quiet, and dark? Is this place some odd ritual ground?

It was awhile before the edge of a katana draws nearer to the skin of his neck. Its master began to address the strange man before them.

“Who are you?”

“Nyx. Wh-where am I? Where’s my sister? Where have Niflehiem taken her and and my people to?! ” Nyx finally realises something is wrong when he notices he is all alone and begins his barrage of questions. Desperate for answers as he gets up from the dirt ground on shaky limbs. The soldiers around him keep their blades poised around him, alert and on guard.

His question stuns the Lucian group, as they pause to let his questions sink in. In their confusion, a strange and flamboyant man turns to look at another with a silver horned crown in his hair oddly. As if Nyx’s queries are illogical and unusual.

“Mister…Nyx…where do you hail from exactly?” The man drawls out curiously and slowly, as if afraid to spook the panicking galahdian even further.

“Galahd, of course! We are in the middle of a War, so tell me where are my people now!”

This earns him another weary pause from the Lucians which is really starting to grate on the Galahdian’s nerves. Each sharing a look with one another. Nyx is this close to taking out his kukri and get away but he soon realises he had nothing but his clothes and beads on him. Until he notices his kukri is in the hands of the guard with a stern mien and armed with an elegant katana drawing closer to his neck and drawing blood.

“Mister Ulric. I must say its either you have been dropped on your head by some strange power or you are delirious because you are on scared Lucian land known as Angelgard, and-” The dramatic man takes a breath, to ponder or deliberately on purpose, Nyx has no idea and his patience runs thin.

“And WHAT!?”

“Mister Nyx. Galahd has fallen and disappeared more than 150 years ago.”

Nyx stops breathing as a monstrous cry resounds from a distance and his head aches.His feet crumbles along with his heart at the mournful cry resounding into the night.

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Nyx does not remember much other than fragments of memories.His tribe was attacked and his sister was missing.That is all he knows. The Lucians realising that they have a amnesiac man in their hands took sympathy and welcome Nyx into their fold. The King himself have kindly filled the shaking and confused Galahdian of the past 150 years as they leave Angelgard. Away from the approaching disaster. Literally.

Turns out Niflheim did try to conquer the Isles but for some reason, the entire Niflheim army had failed to return. Later, a creature had emerged from the Isles’. A Bismarck looking creature the size of a continent. In less than a fortnight, it had decimated Niflheim and all in its path. A monster neither good nor evil. It devours armies. It consumes the lands. It slaughters the Astrals. It is hungry, always hungry.

Nyx knows the monster from old grandmother stories as a child. A Calamity born from sorrow and grief. The people of Eos today call it Sin. A creature that is born from the result of the endless war that tore Eos apart.

Galahd never worshipped the Astrals. They never have and never will. The islanders had stuck to their own faith religiously. His people pray to the dead for guidance and wisdom instead.

With the Astrals gone, the Crystal is not enough to dispel the Starscourge. Now the world is forever doomed in an eternal night. Yet the Lucians and the Oracles are hoping that the rumoured ways of Galahd can shed light on how to stop the beast and the endless night. As the fallen King who was rudely awaken in his prison remembers, Galahdians have once guarded ways to create gods. Maybe they can create hope too.

Nyx unfortunately, does not remember any of his religious studies or the old ways. His head throbs if he tries. However, deep down his empty soul, his heart yearns to return to his homeland. The lost Galahdian chooses to follow the entourage of Lucian royals seeking for a solution, and together with them, to the ruins of Galahd. Maybe he can find his answers there.

To find reasons of why he had survived when his people had not.

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Turns out the truth is darker than Nyx remembers. Little by little, as they make their way into the heart of the Galahd Ruins, fragments of his memories return. As they Fight their way past the fierce aeons of the land, guardians of Galahd’s secrets, and uncover the missing piece of history lost in time. There, in the ruined city, they are buried in the ground, bodies melded together into the earth by magic. Ancient symbols and arrays marks the tomb of Galahd in a funeral rite. A power dances with the light across the bodies in eternal unrest. Tendrils of magic keeps the human sacrificial pillars untouched and untainted. A ritual to defy death.

Nyx did die. Exactly 150 years ago. On this very land.

Galahd does not exist on Eos any more. Now nothing left but rubble and ruins and a dream. Its people massacred in the war. Her people choosing an undying death over servitude. In order to protect Galahd forever, they will dream and allow their dream to be an armor, a cocoon to protect the memory of their home. Sin is this very collective souls and their will. Not unlike the Ring of Lucii hosting the souls of past Kings of the Lucian bloodline.

Selena, who had dedicated her life as a priestess for the spirits, could not bear the grief and loss. In their final moments, Selena and the surviving Galahdians had fought back. They called upon the old magic of their blood, summoning the sorrow of the perished ones, all in a final attempt to change their fate.

She made whats left of her brother into her aeon, her guardian, to preserve the memory of him. Now he is a part of Sin. Its core.

Although now a part of Nyx’s spirit had woken up to a broken world instead. A World of Ruin. To the sounds of screams and the cries of his people. To the sobs of Selena. The souls of his kin singing sadly, their voices ringing in his ears endlessly.

This is no magic. It is a curse. One that his sister is crying for to end in a prison of their own making.

Or is it him? Nyx does not know.

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A/N: Did I make Selena the final boss in this AU? Yes.

#ffxv au #ffxv #ffx crossover of sorts #nyx ulric #selena ulric #prompto argentum #Noctis Lucis Caelum #regis lucis caelum #ardyn lucis caelum #world of ruin?#sin

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askpizzaplexdaycare · 2 years

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How the fuck did I get here- and why is there gay robots?

Lucian

With trauma mister Squidward, with trauma!

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g0ttal0ve101 · 3 years

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I live for Lucian being so cutely blunt.

🤍

Shanon: Does this make me look fat?

Eddie: No, momma!

Carl: You look great!

Lucian: Yeah, it kinda does, but it doesn't matter cause you always look fat!

🤍

Rachel: I want to die.

Lucian: I understand, especially because of those ugly dead ends.

Rachel: What...?

Lucian: Your dead ends. You need to trim your hair, honey!

Eddie: L u c i a n-

🤍

Gray: Why do you want to be an angel?

Lucian: Cause Eddie's an angel! And I wanna be with him!

Gray: That's not a very good reason.

Lucian: Mister Gray, that's not a very good hair cut yet here we are.

🤍

Zack: .

Lucian: Did you get hit by a train? 😰

🤍

Cathy: Hi, bunny boy~

Lucian: Hi! Do you always smell that weird?

🤍

Eddie: Why do you keep licking me?

Lucian: Cause I wanna eat you!

Eddie: HUH?!

Lucian: I won't though!

🤍

Al: Tch.

Lucian: Mister Al, why are you so big?

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#angels of death oc #oc: lucian williams #lucian williams

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meezer · 2 years

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joyless and scientific lucian blaga: eu strivesc corola de minuni a lumii şi ucid cu mintea tainele ce le întâlnesc în calea mea în flori, în ochi, pe buze ori morminte. lumina altora sporeşte vraja nepătrunsului ascuns în adâncimi de întuneric dar eu, eu cu lumina mea sugrum a lumii taină, şi-ntocmai cum cu razele ei albe luna nu măreşte, ci tremurătoare micşorează şi mai tare taina nopţii, aşa sărăcesc şi eu întunecata zare cu largi fiori de demonic mister şi tot ce-i înţeles se schimbă în înţelesuri şi mai mari sub ochii mei - căci eu urăsc şi flori şi ochi şi buze şi morminte.

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secret-engima · 4 years

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Random Clouds and Moonlit Skies verse HCs

-Prompto/Cloud still has some Wanderlust issues, so when he’s about 16-17 he approaches his dad with the request for Cor to help him find a Required Adult for a business idea. While Cor is ... supportive, he’s also very surprised. He kinda assumed Prompto would become a Crownsguard or even a Kingsglaive considering how tied to the hip Prompto and Noctis are. Prompto just smiles and says he can help Noctis more if he does things his own way.

-Some discussion and enthusiastic support from Noctis later, Prompto runs his first delivery to Hammerhead as part of his Cloud Strife Delivery, as sponsored, not by Cor (for reasons I’ll explain later) but Cid. Only Zack, Seph, and Aerith (and Tifa who I have yet to decide when she gets introduced into the narrative) know WHY Prompto named his business that, but there you go XD. At least it’s easy to remember.

-Cid squints at Prompto for a long time when Prompto makes his first paid delivery, an envelope from Regis that basically has a letter saying “Look at how the bby Leonis has grown! Thank you ahead of time for supporting this idea and having all your name on the paperwork even though you didn’t know this existed until now, and yes Cor is not sorry for forging your signature.”

-Cid rolls his eyes and calls Prompto reckless and Cor a cheat, but sure enough a poster advertising the new delivery business is up in the garage, the diner, and the general store by the end of the day.

-Cindy is thrilled and insists on being his go-to mechanic. Prompto takes it 100% seriously and Cid gets to quietly die from Grandadly Pride as his granddaughter and basically-grandson sit down and work out a contract where Cindy will get a major discount on all deliveries using Prompto’s service in exchange for Prompto getting free oil changes and a major discount on various repair services (but not any cosmetic services like new paint jobs, because those aren’t “necessary” for his business). Cid is So. Freaking. Proud. It’s all goodnatured and probably not as haggled or airtight as a contract SHOULD be, but Prompto and Cindy (who are not yet an item btw) trust each other and know each other and so know that it won’t cause any issues.

-Prompto’s business is seasonal, he still has school after all for at least a little while longer and he also has to make time for training with the Glaive and keeping up with Noctis and handling the politics that come from being the Immortal’s Son. So, to start, it’s a summer only business. After he graduates it becomes all year round.

-Prompto is never particularly busy, mostly having a small pool of steady customers dotted all over Lucis (his biggest income are the Hunters who really enjoy having a speedy, competent source of delivery for their letters and care packages to and from home). He also runs delivers for the Glaives, but only on a person-to-person basis. No official “military contracts” upon his insistence.

-This is all actually intentional. Prompto doesn’t want to be swamped in deliveries because frankly his business is just a very nice, profitable cover story for his real reasons. One being Wanderlust and the other being Helping Noctis.

-See, delivery businesses/import-export businesses can get special border licenses. While there’s a yearly license registration fee and a customary inspection at checkpoints, those licenses mean if you have one, you can basically go anywhere. Even Niflheim held territory. Even overseas. It’s basically a passport and a very minor political immunity pass. Of course, breaking crimes in other countries will still be dealt with harshly, but it means you can’t be detained on the border solely for being a citizen of the other side (or for being the Immortal’s kid). As long as he keeps his head down and doesn’t get caught anywhere near trouble, Prompto can go anywhere.

-Can you say “perfect spy cover”?

-And yes both sides know that this is a perfect spy cover which is why business licenses of this nature are usually restricted and the bigger the business the more restricted to different areas across the border it is to keep all the potential spies corralled. But Prompto is a one-man business, a small-time delivery service that mostly goes to rural areas and only occasionally goes into a city. Sure he’s the Immortal’s Kid, but he’s shown no interest in politics ever and he’s off running a delivery business on a motorcycle he built himself rather than, you know, getting any form of formal military training or rank. Despite literally all the warning flags, Niflheim is a Bit Too Busy dealing with other, bigger, way more obvious things then a teenager delivering Grandma Hunter’s care package of cookies to Mister Nobody Hunter.

-So yeah Prompto scouts out stuff while delivering letters and things and may or may not sabotage a few of the more urgent things on the way without ever getting caught or even put under suspicion because he was Cloud Strife The Terrorist/SOLDIER/Savior of the World. He can avoid a few cameras and sleepy watchmen.

-This is totally how he meets Aranea and they become Snark Buddies.

-Also secretly Prompto now has the long-unused position of the King’s Hawk. Aka a member of the Retinue who specializes in gathering info/scouting ahead and in general being AWAY from the rest of the Retinue until called upon by their king. Prompto still regularly stays in Insomnia to rest and report and hang out with Noctis, but outside of Regis and Co, Titus, and Noctis and Co, no one knows Prompto as anything more than Noctis’s childhood friend and the Immortal’s Son who decided to abandon the fancy lifestyle as much as possible in favor of running around the wilds delivering crates of beans to rural shopkeeper and letters to lonely Hunters. Cor is so proud of his boy. Even if it’s lonely now to have Prompto living in an apartment outside the Citadel to help sell the image of a semi-rebellious loose-footed teen/adult.

-Also also Aranea once sarcastically asks if he would deliver something for her and is stunned when Prompto immediately rattles off his rates and the list of things he will not transport (drugs that aren’t pre-approved six ways from Sunday by a legal pharmacist to the recipient because he understands needing a rare prescription but will not risk being used for a drug ring, military grade weapons, nothing militarily sensitive like classified papers, anything alive that isn’t a potted, non-monster/non-toothed plant, etc etc). Aranea gapes for a bit, then slowly points out she’s ... she’s a Niflheim officer. He’s a Leonis. Prompto just impatiently asks if she’s gonna hire him for a delivery or not because he has to deliver that box of frozen frog parts to a wacky researcher lady halfway across Lucis by Monday.

-Aranea, just for the hilarity of it, asks him to deliver some random object to Loqi. Just- just to see if Prompto will ACTUALLY DO IT.

-Loqi calls two weeks later from the freaking capital of Niflheim, screeching about how bby Leonis just walked into his office and made him sign off on a package from her. Why did she send him a spiracorn horn. Why did she use a Lucian delivery service. WHY DOES THE SON OF THE FAMED IMMORTAL RUN A DELIVERY SERVICE THAT CAN EVEN GET TO HIS OFFICE IN THE CAPITAL OF NIFLHEIM.

-Aranea quietly dies laughing, just holding the phone away from her ear so all her crew can silently die with her as Loqi goes on an utter tirade.

#Secret Engima Rambles #Clouds and Moonlit Skies verse #prompto argentum #prompto is a badass #cloud strife #reincarnation fic

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