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satoruwiki · 3 months

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How about first time virginity loss (reader) drabbles or headcanons for choso, gojo, sukuna and naoya? Maybe? Pleeaase

no 👺 jk here you go love <3

ε ❤︎ з CHERRY POPPING! ᡴꪫ

MINORS FOR THE LOVE OF GOD DNI!!

content: nsfw; smut; jjk men hcs; drabbles? more like oneshots lmao; loss of virginity; afab!reader; fem!reader; fingering; cunnilingus; p in v sex; unprotected sex (oops)

n/a: i felt lwk awkward writing these bc i didn’t really know how to write sukuna and naoya without being traumatic, so i tried my best to make it ‘readable’. also the reader insert may be awkward too so sorry abt that. took me a while write this so give it much love pls! these are my hcs! feel free to agree or disagree :b as well as english isn’t my first language and im still a rookie at writing so bear with me please! any request/interaction supporting this post is very much appreciated

CHOSO & GOJO w.c: 1k

The type to talk to you and ask you how you feel throughout the process. Will definitely ensure you’re okay and enjoying it as much as they do. They’ll talk to you sweetly and praise you for taking it so well. Cute aftercare.

“How does it feel?” He asks, his thumb gathering up the slick dripping out of your pussy to your sensitive clit, rubbing it in gentle circular motions. You moan quietly and nod, angling your hips for more of his touch. “Good,” you sigh, holding onto his bicep as you keep eye contact with him, your chest heaving at every heavy breath you take. He smiles softly and leans to kiss you again, his lips weaving against yours while his free hand reaches to cup your breast and gently plays with your nipple. You moan into the kiss, parting your lips slightly open to allow his tongue to slip inside. Satoru kept rubbing your swollen clit as he pushed one finger into your clamping walls. You winced at the strange sensation of his finger suddenly intruding inside your virgin cunt, making him immediately stop and pull his finger out. “Are you alright?” He asks, his eyes portraying concern.

“Y-yeah! It’s just that it felt kinda weird,” you reassure him. “You can keep going if you want…” you added embarrassed he stopped because of you, feeling your face growing hot.

He chuckled lightly and pressed a chaste kiss on your lips to soothe you. “Okay, I just want to make sure you’re okay. If you feel it’s too much we can stop anytime, alright?” He says, bringing his hand to caress your cheek, you nod once again unknowingly leaning to rest on it, feeling your heart flutter and comforted with him. He then buries his face into your neck, dropping soft kisses onto your skin, nipping and sucking the area until it bruises. “You’re so pretty,” he mutters as he presses his lips on the side of your neck, his warm breath hitting your skin and sending shivers throughout your body.

You whimper, your back arching off the bed as he reinserts his finger inside you, pumping in and out slowly. The act at first feels uncomfortable and strange. But the pleasure gradually takes place as his words of praise and the way he adores your body have you moaning his name. He laps a long stroke along your neck as he pumps another finger inside your gummy walls, curving them upwards to reach that sweet spot that has you curling your toes and writhing underneath him. You feel your legs shake and weaken, the knot you felt in your lower body tightening and your walls spasming around his drenched fingers of your arousal.

Unexpectedly, he pulls his fingers out of you, having you whine at the sudden emptiness inside your aching pussy, begging for release. He giggles at your reaction, bringing his drenched fingers to his mouth, licking them clean of your slick. You gasped, speechless by the obscenity of the action. Despite its lewdness, you couldn't help but feel your lower part throb, having you swallow your saliva thickly.

He positioned himself between your legs, placing his fat tip between your folds and rubbing it upwards to gather as much slickness as he could, coating his cock from your arousal. The tip of his cock brushed against your swollen clit, making you moan and grip the bedsheets underneath you in anticipation. He gave himself a few languid tugs, smearing his pre and your slick across his length and guiding his cockhead onto your wetness.

You bit your lip, feeling your nerves on edge which he seemed to notice, as he reached to hold your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours.

"I'm gonna go slow, okay? Tell me if it hurts too much and I'll stop," he tells you, waiting for you to give him the green light. Once you nodded, he pushed in slowly, inch by inch. He was being extra careful with you, as if scared to hurt you in any way. You hissed and shut your eyes firmly, feeling a hint of pain as his girth stretched you out. You squeezed his hand and clenched your other hand into a fist until your knuckles turned white. With your heartbeat pounding in your ears, you whimpered adjusting to his size.

He stopped midway, kissing your tears away with tenderness. "You're doing great. Relax and take deep breaths, okay?" he cooed, peppering kisses around your face, distracting you momentarily from the pain as he pushed until he was finally fully sheathed inside of you.

Once you felt somewhat at ease, you wrapped your arms around his neck as he started setting up a pace, his dick massaging your inner walls slowly. You sunk your moans into a passionate kiss, your lips against his silken smooth lips. His hands tenderly roamed across your skin, one finally resting on your waist to steady his languid thrusts inside you.

"You feel so good, taking me in so well," he purred, his mouth reaching down to your chest and taking one of your breasts into his mouth, sucking and nipping at your pebbled flesh. You whined, digging your nails into his back muscles, the fire in your abdomen having you arching your back so beautifully, you felt a type of pleasure different from any you had experienced before, it had you dazed and lightheaded.

"You like that?" he asked, his breath heavying as he pistoned inside you. You whined, feeling the coiling tension in your womb about to snap and nodded. "Yes," you hissed repeatedly, tears of pleasure welling up in your eyes. His pounds became more erratic as he chased his release. "F-fuck you're so tight, so good f'me," he panted, biting his bottom lip to hold his lewd sounds from coming out. With his name on your lips, you shuddered underneath him, coming undone as your vision became blurry and your guts tightened. His thrusts became sloppier as your walls spasmed around him, making him throw his head back in ecstasy and let out a guttural groan. He rolled his hips until he thrust one last time, going still as his warm cum painted your insides.

Careful to not crush you, he pulled out and slumped to your side, his chest heaving in exhaustion.

"How'd it feel?" He asked steadying his breath as he beckoned you to come closer. You wrapped your arms around him, resting your head on his chest glistening in sweat. "Good, really good," you hummed, struggling to keep your eyes open. "Glad you liked it," he murmured, pressing a soft kiss on your forehead. "Let's clean ourselves then we can go to sleep, yeah?"

SUKUNA & NAOYA

w.c: 1.1k

Minor praising, just to make you feel slightly better (a little backhanded). The type to say “quit whining, you’ll like it”. Will take all of his willpower to not thrust all at once, and they won’t, just because they take you into consideration. Definitely the type to feel pride in ‘taking away’ your innocence.

"Ah! It's too much! Too much!" You cried out, gripping the bedsheets tightly until your knuckles turned white. You tried to scoot your hips away, your movements being immediately halted by a firm grip, pulling you back to your original position close to his relentless tongue. "Quit whining. You'll get used to it and like it. Soon you'll be begging for more," he said, spanking the side of your asscheek as a reprimand. You squealed as he went back down lapping at your sensitive bundle of nerves. You huffed, your hips jolting at each flick his tongue did.

Your nerves were on fire. You moaned his name like it was a mantra to you. His fingers were knuckles deep into you as he sucked on your puffy lips and stroked your abused clit in circular motions. "Fuck, you're squeezing on me so tight and I haven't put in my dick yet," he teased, gaining a whine of embarrassment from you. His thick fingers scissored inside your heat, making you whimper. You felt close to reaching ecstasy.

"W-wait! I think I'm going to I'm-" Your words were cut short by a loud moan after he sucked harshly on your clit, making you see stars. Your hips jerked as you made a gushing mess on him and the bedsheets, waves overtaking you. He rode you through your orgasm, eating you out like a starved man.

"So you're a squirter, huh?" he hummed, his lips glistening in your arousal. Your legs weakened and quivered, you were in a dazed state as you gathered your breath. "How did that feel? Good?" He asked, getting up closer to your face. You nodded weakly, staring at him through lidded eyes. You swallowed thickly. "Yeah," you sighed.

"Good," he hummed, pulling you for a sloppy kiss, the taste of your cum still in his mouth. His tongue brushed against your lips, asking for permission to enter. You moaned into the kiss, parting your lips open to let his tongue in. The kiss was so heated, barely allowing you to gather your breath and making you feel lightheaded.

He pulled away and got a hold of your legs, parting them wider open. He let a thread of spit fall onto his cock, lubing himself up with spit and his precum. He pressed his tip into your cunt, pressing on it in and out, deliberately teasing you. “How bad do you need it?” He asked, a mischievous grin drawn on his face, taking pleasure in taunting you and hearing your little needy whines. “Don’t tease me like that,” you whined pleadingly.

“Say how bad you want my cock stuffing this pretty little pussy and I’ll stop,” he said, the pad of his thumb rubbing your swollen clit just to tease you more. “Please, I want it real bad. I need it,” you whimpered, your toes curling at the stimulation.

“Alright,” he chortled lightly, about to push the tip inside, but before he could keep further, you stopped him with your hand on his abdomen. "Please be gentle," you said, your eyes pleading mercy to him.

He scoffed and rolled his eyes, seemingly offended by your words. "Of course, Imma be nice. What kind of monster do you think I am?" he said with a sneer. You held back your inner thoughts, not wanting to put him in a bad mood and laid back on the bed, biting your lower lip as he pushed inside you slowly. He halted midway, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. "Fuck, take deep breaths, angel. I can't keep moving if you're squeezing me so tightly," he grunted, the pad of his thumbs rubbing your inner thighs to soothe you.

You let out a pained moan and panted, trying to follow his words as you adjusted to his size. You reached out for his hand, locking your fingers with his as you got used to him inside you. Once he felt he could move a little more, he pushed deeper inside your virgin pussy, making you gasp at the fullness inside your heat. You winced at the hint of pain, "so big", you whimpered, a few tears brimming from your eyes. He chuckled and gave your hand a light squeeze. "I know baby, I know," he said with a hint of pride in his voice.

Once you thought you were ready, you nodded, giving the green light to start moving inside you. He rolled his hips against yours lazily, his hand leaving your hand to cup your tit and play with your nipple, pinching it and flicking the hardened peak. The pain was soon replaced by pleasure and breathy moans were coming out of you. Your skin felt hot and burned under the pad of his fingers, you were losing your composure as his cock kept massaging your walls.

"Shit, so tight. So tight and pure for me," he groaned, his pace getting quicker and deeper, the sound of his hefty balls striking your ass filling out the room. "You like that? You like being fucked by this dick?" He hissed into your ear, nipping on your earlobe as he pounded your cunt.

You dug your nails on his skin, gaining a grunt from him. He angled your hips to reach deeper into your tight pussy, his cockhead kissing your cervix and making your eyes roll to the back of your head. You nodded, tears brimming from your eyes as he fucked you dumb. "Say it, I want to hear you," he growled, his teeth marking your skin with bruises across your neck and collarbone. You whimpered, overwhelmed and overstimulated by his thumb that had resumed rubbing your abused clit, feeling your walls flutter and squeeze his girth tightly, announcing your release that threatened to snap at any moment.

"I- I like it!" You cried out, your guts tightening begging to cum. It took a few deep thrusts for you to scream out his name, gushing and soaking his happy trail with your translucent fluids.

He grunted, your pussy squeezed him so tight it made it difficult for him to move. He could've sworn he was on the edge of cumming as so as you did.

"Fuck I love this pussy," he moaned as he kept on pumping in and out of your cunt, his pace sloppy and desperate to fill you up with his cum. He lolled out his tongue, thrusting one last time deep into your wetness, spilling his thick load inside. He pulled out, his cum dripping out of you down to your ass as he did so. Your fucked out sight with his seed spilling out of you made his cock twitch, perhaps once you'd come down from your high he could stuff you again with his dick.

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mysinsforbts · 3 months

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Sunghoon Boyfriend Headcanons

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dom! sunghoon x sub! f. reader

+ 18

Warnings: smut/nsfw , hickeys, marking, biting, public sex, somnophillia, daddy/sir kink, roleplaying, morning sex, sexting, toys, lingerie, size kink, wall sex, shower sex, blowjob, dirty talking, teasing, dom! sunghoon (let me know if I forgot something)

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(These are just random 3am thoughts! Feel free to disagree but DON'T come for me! Please enjoy~ )

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SFW:

- He is the cool guy! Listen, he won't look at anyone else like he does at you. He loves his fans but the look he gives you.. it hits different

- The type of guy who is sly with flirting, especially in public. He flirts with you but makes it so smart that no one (besides his group members) will pick up on it

- It doesn't save you tho (lmao), makes you blush and your heart race regardless

- The cutest thing is, if you flirt back in private, he gets shy, won't show it tho

- He just sighs, bites his lip and turns away, seconds later having his 'pokerface' on again

- Sunghoon will compliment you everyday at least once, usually more than once

- He knows! I don't need to say more.. He knows! The way you look at him, the thoughts that cross your mind, the blush on your face, the fanfic you write (not calling myself out here), the photos you save.. everything!

- He knows but he keeps it to himself, beeing all smug about it and teasing you here and there

- The, "what eyes? ;) ", type of boyfriend (IF YOU KNOW, YOU KNOW-)

If you don't:

He always gives you these stares, gazes, looks that makes your hwart drop out of your chest, fully knowing what he does to you. So if you ask him, "Stop looking at me with those eyes", he will just smirk and be like, "what eyes?", while continueing to look at you like this .. little tease

- Many people say that he is not into pda in public. But I slightly disagree. He would be into some pda in public. He is just so cool and slick about it, either everyone thinks it's an accident or a joke

- Soo.. hand holding, slight touches on your shoulder, soft head pats, brushing against your waist would happen, he would let you know he loves you no matter where the both of you are

- Will want to show you off infront of his group members (you can fight me on this- pls don't!), but let me say that him and jake will have a "show-off" competion or something (lmao)

- Will kiss you infront of his group members, just gently kisses tho, he saves the rest for the night ;)

- Sunghoon actually loves to have you sit on his lap in private or infront of the other members, holds you with one hand by your waist while checking his phone

- Would take mirror selcas with you on his lap, just for the both you

- If you ever want a surten 'boyfriend-lockscreen' for your phone, just say the word and he will make your wish come true

- Would use nicknames like: princess, babe, honey, cutie

- The type to give you his jacket when it's cold outside or when it rains

- Would love to see you wearing his clothes, would never tell you that tho

- Has a smirk on his face when you walk around in his clothes and the other members see you

- Gives you princess treatment all the time

- Never makes you pay for anything, sometimes you feel bad for it and try to pay before he can (lmao)

- He is also such a caring boyfriend, makes sure you are all set on your periode

- Makes you hot chocolate to calm your nerves, feeds you sweets

- Makes sure you always have coffee in the morning when you wake up

- Sends you sweet texts through the day

- Like he could be having a show on that day and sends you a text 2 minutes before it that just says: "Love you, hope you enjoy the show~", or something like that

- You are always 100 % on his mind

- Coldly rejects any sort of confessions, besides the love from his fans

- Feels honored if you get jelaous, but would make sure that you don't feel the need to be jelaous

- Makes you feel you're the only one in his eyes, which you are

- He is very protective of you, never let's you walk alone in the dark, makes sure to at least calls you a cab

- Goes on ice skating dates with you

- You don't know how? No problem he will teach you

- Will try to impress you while skating

- So praise him will you?!

- Sunghoon will sometimes act out some k-drama scenes, just for the fun of it

- "Didn't you hear me?", sunghoon says while slowly closing in on you, pinning you against the wall behind you, "I said I can't forget the memorys of you from last night", his face so close to yours, whispering into your ear

- He has his moments okay??

- Loves it when you play along

- It's always so hilarious when you two act out a scene while the members are aound (lmao)

- "ahh they are at it again", "can't you get a room" , these comments would fly around a lot

- A lot of midnight dates, late night walks, star-gazing dates

- Sometimes you both would just sit in silence, looking into each others eyes for ages, not saying anything, just starring at each other

- The type to spoil you with gifts

- Sunghoon as the cool boyfriend, waiting for you, hearing music with his cool headphones

- When he is with you tho he will bring his other headphones so you two can listen to music together

- The type to have his headphones one, sitting on the coutch, you think he can't hear you, so you smile softly, with a slight blush on your face and a surten gaze in your eyes, "I love you so much..", before you turn around to leave. Meanwhile sunghoon having one part of his headphones behind his ears, hearing very well what you said. He smiles and turns around yelling back, "I love you to babe!", and starts to laugh at your suprised face

- He is a tease, would do that a lot and somehow you can never tell if he really is listening or not

- When you're crying or are upset he would put his headphones over your ears and plays your favorite comfort song, gently hugging you from behind, calming you down

- He might not be the best with words but his actions say everything

- His presence alone his calming to you

- In private he is actually a huge cuddler

- Will share his hoddies with you

- loves when you wear his clothes

- Loves to just hold you close, no matter how, while cooking, standing behind you hugging you, having you sit on his lap, spooing you while sleeping, just holding your hand while eating dinner or breakfast

- Buys your favorite sweets and snacks when you had a bad day to cheer you up

- If you don't kiss him before going to bed or leaving the house he will pout and just glare at the door or at you ( a huge baby lmao)

- The most hilarious is when you get to close to one of the other members. *cough* heesung *cough*

- He just stares at the other member so long till they get the message, like sunghoon can be really intimidating at times, especially when he gets jelaous

- Later on will walk up to and sing, "Honey, love me, love me, please tell me you love me. Where did that other guy come from? Don't you falter now. Love me, please honey tell me that you love me~", in a cheerfull voice. You were about to laugh, asking what's going on. But the moment your eyes met his, you could tell that his voice doesn't match with the look in his eyes. It's way more serious. Way darker

- Of course you understood right away and cuddled him, telling him not to be jelaous and that you only love him

- Now look at his big huge smile, grinning like a cute kitten

NSFW:

- A dom (no questions asked)

- never does anything without your consent

- loves to see you covered in his hickeys (if you would be up for it)

- has this undiscovered kink, it's called biting

- you would have to ask him for it, he would at least give it a try and will eventually figure out that he likes it

- the type to buy you often new lingerie

- sometimes makes you wear it all day just to take it of off you at night

- Is kinkier than he looks

- Makes you his little princess

- If he doesn't have a daddy kink, then a 'sir-kink'

- He can be both, soft & romantic with candles, dinner before it, roses everywhere, buying you flowers but also pushing you up against the next wall, ripping off your clothes while biting your neck, doing it rough & hard

- Not the risky type but doesn't say no to a bit of public sex

- If you would have the ice ring to just yourself he would take you there

- Sexting would be a thing if he is away on tour

- Buys you a bunch of toys for when he is away so you won't get bored

- Probably has a second phone for just sexting so that nothing can 'accidently' be uploaded somewhere

- Sunghoon is a very carefull, smart person so stuff like that would not happen to him

- Has a somnophillia kink, would only act on it after you gave him his consent

- If you gave him your consent, expect to be waking up into pure pleasure, in the middle of the night, in the morning, doesn't matter

- He has actually very little self control

- Has a lot of stamina, can go for more rounds, also he lasts very long

- Big dick energy for a reason, I refuse to believe that he is small! Man is huge!

- If you say stuff like how big he is, it will be such a turn on for him

- lowkey size kink

- aftercare king, cuddles, makes sure you're okay and comfortable

- brings you something to drink for you throat, "You screamed so much, better drink something," while smirking at you

- walks around shirtless on purpose just to tease you and see you blush

- while concerts when he does hip thrusts he always looks your way and winks at you

- loves when you hold eye contact while sucking him off

- makes you cum 2 times before cumming himself

- buys you the pill and takes over any costs regarding that, won't accept a no

- sometimes his mouth just let's dirty words or stuff slip, has a pokerface look on his face but says some nasty stuff.. idk he just doesn't care man (lmao-)

- leaves you to deal with the explaination to the other members

- if one of the members trys to tease him he will just stare blanky and give a honest answer

- "You two were soo loud last night. Dude is your bed okay? Like.. was it that good?", jake asked teasingly. Sunghoon just looked back st him and goes, "yes.. and?". Leaving you a blushing mess and not knowing what to answer

- he is smirking on the inside but keeps his cool on the outside

- shows off his strength by fucking you against the wall (have you seen those arms?!)

- you can't resist but wanting to shower with him, like wet hair sunghoon come on now..

- soo you would just beg him to let you join

- just beg and surely you gonna get what you want

- seeing you in just his hoddies turns him secretly on, just wear his jacket and he is obsessed with it

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(That's it for now! Thanks for reading! Hope you liked it~)

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diodellet · 3 months

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Advanced Happy Valentine’s Day, bestie!! For your event, can I pls request Capitano #9, Pantalone #13, and Dottore #20?? I’ll let you decide if you want to attack me with sugar or spice (*´꒳`*)

💌Capitano + Prompt #9 ("When I am with you I am real." (x)

Some days, you find yourself reminiscing about your past. The time before you were brought to Snezhnaya. Those days felt no different from the fairytales you liked to immerse yourself in, at times unpleasant to remember, but ultimately, just a dream. A mere memory. And isn’t that a good thing? To leave your lonely past behind?

Unbeknownst to you, the Captain finds himself caught off-kilter in the precious idyllic moments that he shares with you. The rare light of your smile is warm, a ray of sunlight gently erasing any trace of the ever-present ice that permeated Snezhnaya. And isn’t that a good thing too? To be reminded of his own fallibility as a human, as a man with a cherished lover? No amount of prestige, no title, nor victory could hold as much weight as the simple joy of being able to return to your side.

You’re currently seated in his lap, reading a newly purchased anthology of classic Fontaine fairytales, artfully translated into Snezhnayan. Capitano has one arm around your waist, he has already reached the end of the page. He estimates that you’ll turn to the next one in a few more moments. Or you could just ask him to help you translate that difficult paragraph.

But he won’t overstep.

“...Poor girl,” you whisper, flipping the page and adjusting your hold on the book.

“Why do you say that?” Capitano asks,

“...Isn’t it obvious? She died, cold and hungry. It’s pitiful.” And in that response, there is a note of self-derision.

He can’t disagree with that observation. “That is how she appears to onlookers in the end.” Capitano’s free hand encompasses yours as he helps you hold up the book. “Though one cannot disregard her joy in her final moments, however fleeting it was.”

Was it so wrong to linger in—no, to savor—this dreamlike reality?

You’re silent for a while, hand resting limply in his. Until he feels your fingertips skim the lines of his palm before loosely entangling with his. “I suppose one cannot.”

💌Pantalone + Prompt #13 ("If soulmates do exist, they’re not found, they’re made."(x) ++mild spice (of the body worship variety) if you squint

It should be a marker of praise, it should make you feel pleased to hear passersby and acquaintances and business associates praising you as the Regrator’s wife.

And you do, you muster a gracious smile in response. Press yourself against Pantalone’s side and hope that the rest of your body language doesn’t give away the pinprick of nervousness that passes through you.

They sounded just like when you first got engaged. Devoid of well-wishes, a mere platitude.

Your husband is the epitome of grace and propriety, effortlessly redirecting the conversation to the hosts. Asking about their recent vacation and laughing politely at the same anecdotes they’ve rehashed for the third time.

(Yours, in comparison, sounds weak, strained, fake.)

You feel the slightest reassuring squeeze against your hand. There’s a flicker of something gentle in Pantalone’s gaze as he glances over at you and that’s enough for you to recenter yourself.

It is in the safety of your home that you can let yourself breathe. Only in his touch do you find solace as his partner. It doesn’t matter whether or not you’re completely bare in his company. When he lays his ungloved palms against your body, the buzz of your thoughts and the holes in your memories all fade away.

An amused smile quirks at Pantalone’s lips as he pulls away from the tender kiss you share. You apologize out of reflex.

His expression softens. “No, no need for that, my dear. I was merely… surprised with your sudden affection.”

“You… you’re not mad about a while ago?”

Pantalone hushes you, stopping your self-admonishment. “The event is already over. You do not have to worry about it anymore.” The rough, callused skin of his hands sends a shiver through your frame. “Will you let me reward you?” he asks.

At your small nod, his touch drifts lower.

Yes, all that mattered was entrusting yourself to him.

💌Dottore + Prompt #20 ("They say we are asleep until we fall in love."(x)

Alongside the lantern’s light, there are fireflies dotting the landscape and edge of the water’s surface. Right in front of you is a Nilotpala Lotus in full bloom under the moonlight. This specimen isn’t as large as its neighbors, but there’s something in the gentle glow that it emits…

“You were supposed to return ten minutes ago.” A sharp voice calls from behind you.

“Gah!” In your surprise, your pencil drops into the water. Shame coating your expression, you turn to face Dottore. Whatever excuse you had prepared dies in your throat.

“...Well?” He isn’t donning his Fatui mask.

“I already completed my other objectives…” And you got a bit nostalgic on the way back to the lab. Which was half-true, surprisingly. Returning to the rainforests of Sumeru ended up becoming more pleasant than you expected.

“...Hm. I did not think you would be so keen on revisiting Nilotpala lotuses.” Dottore muses, somehow your sketchpad had transferred into his hands.

“Hey—those aren’t finished!” And even as you protest, your superior easily dodges your attempts to grab it back. “They’re just some useless doodles!”

At that, Dottore lightly taps the back of your sketchpad against the top of your head. “I will be the judge of that, my dear assistant.”

This felt no different from the all-nighters you used to spend with Zandik. Trailing after him like a dog as he marked your notes, inevitably submitting to the call of the night and letting him hear out your worries, and of course, the brief moment of complete lucidity, fatigue siphoned from your bones, feeling like you were the sole inhabitants of the world.

“Your attention to detail is exquisite,” he remarks in a soft voice, lightly tracing the lines of your sketch with a finger, careful not to smudge the graphite.

Your annoyance wanes, leaving warmth in its absence. “Thanks…” You glance back at the blossom, small but humming with light. An insignificant, inconsequential part of nature, yet utterly free and alive.

You’ve never been more glad to bear witness.

a/n: AHIHI HAPPY VALENTINES DAY BESTIE!! i hope i did the darlings and the fatchooey harbingers justice with dis meager writing, augh... u jus had to pick the prompts that were most free to interpret 🥴🥴 (thus i have chosen to attack with sugar and spice HA!)

#dellet-writings #dellet-asks #jessamine-rose #capitano x reader #pantalone x reader #dottore x reader #fem!reader #genshin impact x reader

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sparklingpax · 1 year

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And now, on this edition of miscellaneous headcanons no one asked for!!

-(intended to be set in canon, but opinionated so feel free to disagree if you disagree just don’t attack me for it dkjdsksdjk thanks ;w;)

-typos...sorry if you see any...I typed this on my phone

-this is so long. Too long??? y'all I have many thoughts tho 😭 these range from specific little things to wholesome to kinda angst to like... whatever. Lots of things 🥺 I know I didn't talk about everyone.......so

-pls drop in to ask for more of these anytime I enjoy writing these out qwq

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-If you didn’t read that one long-ass fic or my (also long-ass) ramble about landiver as a couple, they went to like military academy together and that’s where their whole relationship began....also they never formally met Phoenix but he went to that same academy. Hawk, meanwhile, studied somewhere else...he was kinda always on a fast-track to a higher-level military position so he went to a more “prestigious” school...he aimed to be a captain or some higher rank for a couple reasons, but one of the biggest was so he could prove that a team could be run without the meaningless caste/social class-enforcing regulations and rituals he so much despised.

-Giga and Mega enjoy when they have quiet nights to curl up and read books together....perhaps also with a glass of wine to accompany this.....Giga dozes off first, always.

-Hydra actually studies other languages for fun; right now he speaks German, and has a decent grip on English, Japanese, and French--he's currently trying to learn Chinese.

-Mega and Giga are really good cooks, and they are responsible for the banquet-type meals the Deceptions have sometimes. They also enjoy it, viewing cooking as a "labor of love" and enjoying the smiles on everyone's faces when they sit for dinner and eat. Now, while they appreciate help in the kitchen....surprisingly only Bullhorn is a decent cook and the least likely to break something (he actually puts effort into cooking/baking, it's a hobby of his)....so Mega finds ways to gently coax Cancer and Wilder out of the kitchen so they don't end up making a mess of things...💀✨

-The only Pretender who perhaps has never been to Cab's treehouse is Phoenix.....he's literally nowhere to be found most days cause of his job 😭 bro is literally gone for half the missions they go on too sjsjjssj

-Phoenix is a nice guy, really. He tries. To hang out when he's around, to remember names and come off as easy-going and funny, to be friendly (which he is), but he himself is a little awkward sometimes, surprisingly more of an introvert...he feels bad about always being busy...the kids (and the other team members) do understand and don't blame him for it, but he thinks about it a lot....after all, the Pretenders all know each other best because of all the ime they spent on their initial mission assignment....So basically, he's always been distant but he's not a distant person, its just his situation in life 😔✨

-The kids introduced Lofi to Hawk and he listens to it a lot while working, it helps him focus quite well.

-Diver never formally got his driver's license...he does know how to drive a car...it just deadass had never crossed his mind and then when it did..............he'd just forget 💀 Lander is usually glad to give him a ride in his vehicle mode tho, and on occasion, he'll be driving if he has to...just hoping in the back of his mind he doesnt get stopped or something

-Oh yea and those two hang out in each other's rooms in HQ all the time....on the whole, Diver goes to Lander's room more often tho (I believe there was an episode where they were in this room-looking space looking at the news together and I will die on the hill that was one of their rooms in HQ)

-After coming together with the other Godmasters, Roadking found a new hobby in poking fun at Ginrai and Ginrai would always have good comebacks; I mean come ON theyre both 19 and definitely have similar personalities, they most certainly argue and have a mild (friendly) rivalry (nothing serious, all /lh if you know what I mean 😌)

-Ranger is the chillest dude. He and Diver get along v well, and he is always amused to watch Diver and Lander go at it in one of their (ultimately pointless) discussions about motivations of characters in a movie they just watched or why there was a billboard with a misspelling in the slogan line on the road the other day.

-Lightfoot unironically really likes classical music over any other kind of music, and I say unironically because Roadking and the kids thought he was joking

-I swear I've mentioned this before but Ginrai regularly goes on non-work-related drives in his truck; he always did ever since he started working his trucker job, and still enjoys it, especially at night. And, now that he has a virtually indestructible transtector for a truck...he's got no worries. Hawk tags along when he's not swamped with work...they very much enjoy the time together, sharing music and sometimes stopping at random places on the side of the road for one reason or another.

-On a similar note, Wilder likes walks on the beach by himself. He has a lot of stuff to think about and gets pretty frustrated pretty fast so...it does him good to have the silence and alone time.

-Lander initially used to not need glasses but then over time (after he added glasses to his human disguise) because his human form wore the (random) pair for so long, he found his human body's vision deteriorating to the point where he finally dragged himself over to an optometrist one day for a formal appointment, where he ended up getting the right prescription...and all was right with the world

-Ginrai plays with the straps of his overall things when he's nervous/jittery.

-Buster is a coffee-enjoyer (like 1-2 cups a day, actually--) meanwhile, Hydra is a tea guy, like Giga. Mega will drink either, she has no preference.

-All the Pretenders have taken the kids out for some kind of training exercise at least once, but they've gone with Diver the most.

-Due to his previous occupation & personal interest (as a hobby), Ranger knows how to deal with & ride horses. He tried to teach both Ginrai and Roadking (initially it was just Ginrai but Roadking chimed in wanting to do it as well; Lightfoot is already something of a horseback rider himself, so he offered to tag along for fun) how to ride horses.........once. never again 😀

-nearly every single (human) character on both sides has some form of social media. And yes, they do congregate on Twitter for the most part (I have so many thoughts about this but I'll leave it at this for now)

-Lander has been known to make drunken tweets at odd hours of the morning and then when he's sober again....he really only feels like deleting the most heinous ones. He doesn't really care what he posts, especially cause he has all work-related contacts blocked on that account so...he's got no worries.

-Shuta's motorcycle-lookin bike thing is actually a regular motorbike turned into something way cooler as a whole separate job-related project by his father years ago...Shuta just started using it for himself one day and no one seemed to notice...so he kept going out with it.

-Sometimes, when he's working, Lander ties his hair back, especially when it gets longer (before he gets it trimmed)--he puts it in a ponytail so it doesn't distract him. (Sometimes he leaves it in and doesn't realize; Diver thinks it's cute)

-The Pretenders, while in their human bodies, do have stuff like heightened immune systems, quicker healing from physical wounds, ability to take higher levels of alcohol and such with little to no problems, etc......but they still have human bodies.....so it's not impossible they (and it does happen) get sick, break bones/sustain different kinds of injuries, get drunk, become generally physically exhausted, etc....like with food/drink, they can go way longer than the normal human without it, but at some point they'd need to eat something or they'd starve in their human form (just as Cybertronians need to refuel and stuff)........so......anyway......on the mild tangential connection to the topic of getting drunk......it is a mystery to all of them how bad Hawk is at holding alcohol...of all of them, he gets drunk the fastest, both in his Cybertronian and human body--whether it's energon or human wine, Hawk has a 95% chance of getting tipsy off even just the first glass....hence he is careful with how much he consumes...most times.

-Clouder is that one guy that will make multiple extra accounts to mess with someone. He has done this actually. No one wants to add him on discord servers as a 'friend' because they just feel the weird vibes his main account gives,,,

-The Deception HM Jrs would have been voted "best friendship trio" in their senior year of highschool superlatives contest had they actually gone to school instead of what they ended up doing (based on a real entry in my own highschool's superlatives contest btw haha)

-Lander drinks....a lot.....he has a lot of heavy thoughts. Especially after Shuta's dad died...he harbors a lot of private guilt about that. Diver, beneath much of their daily back and forth teasing, is always watching for signs anything is getting worse with Lander, and is always silently there for him in that regard. They often go drinking together so Diver can just make sure nothing happens to Lander. Lander knows this, and lets him...he trusts Diver, and they understand without needing even to discuss it; Diver's presence gives him confidence to gradually learn to pull himself out of these frequent ruts, and over time, he found his way back to enjoying drinking rather than using it as a way to attempt to forget the past. Diver was there the whole way for it :]

-Ginrai will not eat natto.

-As a Nagano native, Ginrai has absolutely taken members of the team to his hometown and the surrounding areas for sightseeing and other things :3 Also, Nagano is known for its awesome apples! (A/n: Actually real; I was there and learned about that/ate some apple treats....which were literally so good 🤤) so Ginrai is very fond of apples in general, always has been ^^

-Cancer and Browning are a KNOWN prankster duo 😎 (their victims are often the Decepticon Pretenders, mainly because those three STILL haven't figured out the pranking duo is Cancer and Browning, they just Know that Someone Out There is Up to something 🧐 this lack of awareness is the same reason neither Giga nor Mega intend to intervene either 💀)

-'King Poseidon' has no hobbies or passtimes, the Seacons just Rage wherever they are until they have to fight next...that's why King Poseidon is so fucking Mad

-while its true that Dauros was plotting some kind of usurpation of Blood as the trio's (unofficial) leader, he actually gave up because upon later thought....what was the point? It was just the three of them? So...he conceded to just let Blood do whatever and instead just be snarky with him. Gilmer is like a third wheel to this conflict, with no actual opinion on this at any point. He's just there to manically laugh alongside them while they carry out their Evil Plans™

-Hawk kinda has kitten sneezes (canon 💀😭)

-Diver actually doesn't like heights much....but you wouldn't be able to tell because he does his best to bear through it, especially during missions....it also helps when the distance from the ground below is not visible, so like "out of sight out of mind" sorta thing....but yea it makes him uneasy and (somewhat uncharictaristically) tense when heights come into play. Of course, it also helps a lot when Lander's there...he just focuses on the presence of someone who isn't afraid and that helps him not be as afraid of it for that moment

-You'd think Lightfoot doesn't have any interest in being any kind of jokester, but he's actually a serial pun-maker. Do not get him started, he will not stop, and he'll do it with a somewhat neutral expression too, which makes it funnier for the others 💀

-Bullhorn sometimes puts Cancer on his shoulders if they're in some kind of a crowd and the boy can't see, since Wilder and Bullhorn are tall enough to usually get a good view, but Cancer is usually not.

-Phoenix is the one monitoring airwaves the most (it's partially his actual dayjob to do something similar, so he does both that and work for the Autoboy team most days/nights); as such, he kept contact with the Headmasters quite often for a while...then they stopped sending transmissions...he hasn't completely lost contact with them but it's reduced only to emergency transmissions now....he misses the random conversations they'd have with him.

-Roadking really likes EDM, dance, Phonk, etc.

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mostlywritersblock · 2 years

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Arcane FF

Author’s note. This is not a Silco/Powder but more of a trauma induced father-daughter relationship. That being said feel free to read it however you like. Hoping to post on AO3 here soon. I try to update every Monday and Wednesday.

This takes place between Ep 3 and 4

Trigger warnings: trauma, gore, depictions of child death, panic attacks, slight suggestion of suicide.

(I am in no way a medical professional so I apologize if my depictions of medical care are incorrect. Thank you!)

PS. This one has dark themes. Please see the warnings above. If that isn’t your cup of tea please feel free to skip, I promise we’ll get back to the hurt/comfort soon.

Also this chapter is a little longer because I will be visiting family next week, so I’ll only be posting one chapter then instead of two.

Thank you to all who read these btw, I feel like my pre-story notes keep getting longer and longer, sorry!

Part 8.

Part 7. Part 6. Part 5. Part 4. Part 3. Part 2. Part 1.

New series: Aftermath (Silco centered fix-it fic) post every Friday.

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Powder stared at the toy outstretched toward her.

“…Where did you get that?”

“Does it matter.” ‘Other Powder’ frowned, sitting down beside her. “Now.” She set the toy between them.

“Let’s talk about Vi.”

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The moment he opened his eyes, Silco knew he was dreaming. He was back in the cannery, daylight streaming through. Somehow he felt different. Blinking up and around him he slowly touched his face.

And gasped. He didn’t need to see his reflection to know the scarring was gone.

Stunned he slowly began walking towards the exit leading outside.

Shielding his gaze from the bright light with a hand, he stopped at the entry.

Fresh air greeted him.

“Silco?”

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“Powder?” ‘Other Powder’ prodded her gently. “Do you wanna go first, or should I?”

She stayed silent, staring down at the toy. The other version of her blew a raspberry.

“Okay, I’ll go first.” She pulled the tory toward her. “Vi was holding us back.”

“What?” Powder frowned glancing at her, “no, why would-“

“Ah, ah! I said I’d go first, you can have your say in a minute.”

She frowned but stayed quiet.

“She didn’t believe in us. Even when she said she did, she didn’t mean it. She never gave us a chance to prove her wrong either.”

‘Other Powder’ slowly pushed the toy back in-between them. “Your turn.”

Powder blinked, gently she pulled the stuffed animal into her arms.

“She did give us a chance to prove her wrong, lots of them. Like the inventor…we just -kept messing up.” Powder squeezed the toy close. “Like we always do.”

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Silco spun around, but there was no one behind him. Glancing wildly about for signs of another person he stepped further outside.

After a moment of looking, he narrowed his eyes, paranoia creeping up inside him.

“Show yourself!” He growled out, body becoming tense.

Silence.

Quickly becoming frustrated, he marched back inside the cannery -

“Where are you going?” A voice called.

- and stopped. Clenching his fist he stalked back outside, realizing the sun was swiftly setting.

“I said show yourself!” He yelled, anger rising.

A shadow suddenly ran past him.

Momentarily startled, Silco gave chase.

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‘Other Powder’ pulled at the animals ears as she held the toy. “What happened wasn’t our fault remember. The inventor shouldn’t have even made those things, I mean who does that?” She gave a hard yank, “But Vi blamed us for what happened, and Mylo blamed us for losing the stuff we’d found. But none of that was our fault.”

Powder couldn’t say she necessarily disagreed.

“And that whole speech on the roof, she made it sound like everyone makes mistakes. So why is it that when we do something wrong it’s suddenly; ‘Powder isn’t ready’ and ‘Powder should stay behind.’ Silco is right, if Vi had just taken us with her in the first place, none of this would have happened!”

There was a small ‘rip’ as ‘Other Powder’ gave a particularly hard tug on an ear.

“Oops, uh heh, sorry.” She placed the toy back down.

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Silco followed the shadow toward the back of the building, night having suddenly fallen. A chill seemed to pick up around him. Feeling uneasy about the entire situation he slowed his pace as the figure dashed down the same alley/tunnel they’d taken the previous night.

What was happening??

“Silco.” The voice eerily beckoned from within the darkness.

He hesitated. Some part of him instinctively telling him not to go any closer. Against his better judgement however, he called out.

“Who are you? Show yourself!”

Suddenly the chill was replaced with an intense heat as an explosion went off behind him, the force of it knocking him forward onto his knees. Whipping his head around he watched as the cannery became alight, fire licking up from the bottom, windows blown open.

Coughing heavily from the fumes, he stumbled back to his feet. Shocked, he watched as the building began to crumble inward on itself, the entire top floor collapsing.

That hadn’t happened

A scream ripped through the air. Silco’s eyes widened, the familiarity of it hitting him full force.

Jinx!

Taking off at a full sprint toward the burning building -

- Silco was painfully yanked back. Struggling against the grip, he moved to shove whoever was holding him away. Only to stop cold.

“Where are you going?” Vander hissed, gripping him tightly.

Stunned, Silco stared back, “Vander?”

“I said where are you going?” The large man growled.

Fumbling for words, Silco glanced at the building as another scream rang out. “Jinx, she needs help.”

Vander frowned, his grip tightening even more if it were possible. “You can’t go in there.”

A weird righteous anger was rising in him as he tried to pull his arm free. “Let go!”

“You’re too late.” Vander spat out. It felt like a slap to the face.

“No! Can’t you hear her, she needs help!” Wrenching his arm finally free he stepped back, but Vander made to grab him again.

“You’ll only make things worse!” Vander yelled. Silco ignored him, choosing instead to race toward the building.

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“Vi was trying to protect us.” Powder mumbled out, fingers playing with the ripped stitching, the ear hanging on by a thread. “That’s why she told us to stay. But…I wanted to help. I wanted to prove I could be just as good as everyone else. That I could be smart like Mylo, or tough like Claggor and…brave like Vi. That I could be someone Vander would be proud of…”

Wearily, she held the toy out to ‘Other Powder’.

Instead of taking it, she simply put a hand on the stuffed animal’s head. “They’re dead, Powder, we can’t be like them because we aren’t them. And we can’t make someone who isn’t here anymore proud, so why try. Why keep holding onto something that will only bring us pain.”

“The past can’t be changed, why waste time with ‘what ifs’ when it does more harm than good. The sooner you understand that, the better.”

Powder blinked. “What did you say?”

“I said I think it’s time we move on.”

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Silco hesitated as he reached the building, eyes scanning the area for any signs of movement.

“Jinx!” He yelled. The smoke making it difficult to see anything.

A scream came again, but not near the flames; further away this time. Confused he stepped back, following the sound once more to the side of the building.

“Help me!” She screeched.

Silco rounded the corner, Jinx coming into sight as he did so.

Just like the night before.

Only this time she wasn’t alone. There was another figure standing next to her.

Swiftly moving toward the child he felt himself stumble as his eyes grew wide. It wasn’t some figure; it was him.

Silco watched himself crouch down, Jinx sobbing a mere foot away. Time seemed to slow. It was surreal, seeing himself from afar like this.

He waited.

Waited for the child to fling herself at him, for him to drop the knife in surprise. To decide to take her with him.

But as the seconds dragged on, the chill from before returned.

“Please!” Jinx cried, “help me!”

Silco took a hesitant step forward.

Why wasn’t it playing out like it had the night before? Why was-

The Silco near Jinx pulled out the knife.

Jinx didn’t notice him though; instead she glanced over his shoulder, right at Him.

Silco felt his stomach drop.

“Help me!” She screamed.

He ran. Fully prepared to knock into the other version of himself -

-the version of himself that was bringing the knife down on the child.

“NO!”

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“I can’t just…move on.” Powder grumbled out, “they’re my family.”

“Correction. Were, they were your family.” ‘Other Powder’ scooted closer, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Look, I’m not saying we should forget them, I’m just saying maybe we stop dwelling on the past? If Vi really cares, she’ll come back, right? So why don’t we just enjoy our time until then.”

Powder scrunched up her face, “enjoy our time?”

“Yeah, I mean have you even thought about the possibilities now that we don’t have Vander telling us what to do and where to go? Or Vi breathing down our necks every time we want to explore the city. We’re free Powder. We can do whatever we want now!” She stood excitedly. “We can say whatever we want, eat whatever we want, take whatever -“

“Yeah, but, what about Silco?”

“…What about him?”

Powder fiddled with the stuffed animal. “Don’t you think he’ll have rules too?”

“Sure, all adults do.”

“Then…we’re not really free are we?” Powder frowned deeply.

‘Other Powder’ folded her arms. “He’s different though.”

“How do you mean?”

“He made us a sandwich and let us eat those muffins. You think Vander would have let us do that?”

Powder was about to say ‘yes, yes he would’ but was cut off.

“Besides…he gets us.” Then softer, “he gets me.”

Powder looked at herself in confusion. “You? But we’re the same?”

‘Other Powder’ looked down. There was something - off - about her gaze. “I told you. I’m better than you.”

Powder felt the floor give a small shake, distracting her from the ‘Other Powder’s’ implication. Oh no! I’m doing it again! She quickly covered her face. Despair creeping in around her.

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Warning. Graphic depictions of gore and child death, skip to next line break.

No matter how hard he tried. He couldn’t reach her. Some unseen force was holding him back. Helpless he watched.

He watched as a version of himself repeatedly brought the knife down, easily tearing through the child. Her screams still echoing in his ears.

She was dead by the third strike. Silco had seen the light leave her eyes; that odd shade of blue and violet and face wet from her tears, frozen in time.

There was blood. Everywhere, and as sick as the sight made him he couldn’t rip his gaze away. For some reason he felt as though he needed to see this, needed witness what might have happened. Too see just how monstrous he could have been.

And in not saving her, he owed her. He owed her to see it through.

Hands stained red, he watched himself shakily stand.

“I told you.”

Both Silcos turned around.

“You’ll only make things worse.” Vander walked up beside him.

Silco was unable to respond, instead he looked back at the child.

“You know.” The other Silco spoke up, looking at Vander. “I couldn’t just let her walk away. I need The Lanes support, how would it look if word got out that I’d killed you?”

“You’re not my only enemy Silco. Remember that.” Vander growled back. “There may not be any war, but the battle for Zaun has only just begun. Are you ready for that kind of responsibility.”

The other Silco snarled. “I’ve been ready for years! You were the one who was never ready!”

“I did what I thought was right!”

“As did I!”

Vaguely Silco realized the two had continued to yell insults at each other, ignoring both, he slowly made his way over to the child.

The fire was beginning to spread, it’s blaze casting long shadows on her face. Eerily, it gave the appearance she was still breathing.

Kneeling heavily beside her, he gently reached out, hands shaking.

She was still warm. Silco felt bile rise up, turning away from her he emptied his stomach.

How.

How could he have considered killing her.

A child.

Shame, horror, anger, he didn’t know what to feel. He was disgusting. A true monster.

Guilt.

…her siblings had been children too, not nearly so young, but he hadn’t given them a second thought the moment they’d came for Vander.

He felt guilty.

He’d wanted Vander to understand. To make him realize; to see that all he’d wanted was for the Underground to be as great as he knew it to be. What was so terrible about that?

But Vander didn’t see, and so he’d set out to make him understand and in doing so, he’d destroyed this girl’s family. In doing so he’d broken her.

Just like him.

A broken.

Twisted.

Vile.

Monster.

He felt the disfigurement return to his face.

Slowly he turned back to her.

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“Whoa! Did you feel that!” ‘Other Powder’ exclaimed, when the floor finally stopped shaking.

“How do I stop this, I don’t what to make another hole.” Powder worried aloud, standing as well.

“Actually - that one wasn’t you.”

Powder looked at her in confusion. “What? I thought you said I made the hole, that I’m controlling this dream, or whatever.” She folded her arms, face becoming pensive.

“Right, yeah, and you did. But just now…that might have been me.” ‘Other Powder’ said sheepishly.

“So you’re controlling my dream now?”

“Our dream. And sure, but only because you’re letting me.”

Powder was quickly becoming frustrated. “What do you mean? You keep changing what you’re saying.”

“Yeah, because you keep changing the rules!”

Powder froze. “What rules?”

‘Other Powder’ let out her own frustrated sigh. “Whatever you want, usually we just follow whatever someone else tells us. But these last few days, we’ve been following less and less, and it’s been great! We’re leaders Powder, not followers! Why should we have to listen to anyone else!”

Powder glanced around the room, had it always been this dark? “Look, I don’t - I don’t really understand any of this -“

“Of course you don’t!” ‘Other Powder’ hissed, mood instantly turning sour. “You’ve been too busy trying be someone you're not that you’ve never even noticed me!”

“But you are me!” She yelled, anger and a small bit of fear lacing her words.

The room suddenly felt like it was closing in around them.

What was happening??

‘Other Powder’ glared at her.

“For the last time. I’m not you, I’m -“

“Better, yeah, I heard you the first time!” Powder snarked but still moving away, “how can you though, if this is my dream, how are you better than me.” She snatched the stuffed animal off the floor. “And - and if I’m in control then I should get to decide what happens next.”

‘Other Powder’ looked confused. “What?”

“You’re scaring me.” Powder stated, holding the toy close. “I don’t want to be here anymore. I want to wake up.”

Taking a step closer, ‘Other Powder’ reached out, “wait, don’t go, we still have so much more to talk about.”

Powder looked down at the pit from earlier. “I don’t want to talk to you anymore.”

‘Other Powder’ flinched back, actually looking hurt. “You don’t mean that.”

“I do.”

“Powder, please-“

“No.” Fearfully she looked between the hole and her other self.

‘Other Powder’ narrowed her eyes. “You can’t leave, not yet.”

“I’m sorry.”

‘Other Powder’ frowned. “Why are you-“

Powder rushed her, and in one giant push, she shoved the other version of herself back toward the hole.

“What are you doing!” ‘Other Powder’ screeched, nails digging into her.

“I’m sorry!” She cried out again, eyes watering.

‘Other Powder’ looked over her own shoulder, just as her heels dropped over the edge of the pit. She began to fall backwards. Reaching out she latched onto the stuffed toy.

They stood for a moment. ‘Other Powder’ balancing on the tips of her toes and hanging by the ears of the toy. Powder standing firm as she stared into the eyes of her other self.

“Don’t do this.” ‘Other Powder’ breathed out. “You need me. You won’t survive without me.”

“You’re wrong.”

“I’m not, Powder listen to me-“

“No. Not about that. About Vi. You said she was holding us back. You’re wrong.”

The stuffed animals’s ear gave another small rip, the tether breaking, ’Other Powder immediately tipping back.

Powder snatcher her hand at the last second.

“I - I knew you wouldn’t let me fa-“

“You’re holding me back.” Powder stated.

Then let go.

‘Other Powder’ stared back in momentary shock, before letting out a chilling scream as she fell.

Powder watched as the pit consumed her.

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Silco held her close. The heat from the fire getting awfully near now.

He didn’t feel it though. And if he did, he didn’t care.

He couldn’t - put into words - couldn’t describe everything he was feeling in that moment. How could a dream be so reveling of one’s emotions?

And yet.

Here he was. Unable to move, unable to detach himself from her small body.

He didn’t cry, didn’t scream in anger. But he felt it. Felt how much this child had changed him in the span of a day. Imagine what she could do in a week, a month, a year?

He heard soft footsteps approach.

“If you don’t move soon, you’ll both go up with the flames.” Vander said, strangely emotionless.

Silco wanted to shout at him, wanted to ask him how he could just stand there. Did he not care? Wasn’t she like a daughter to him?

This was a dream.

Calming slightly he tried to rationalize the situation, but there was no point. Perhaps if he let the fire get them he’d wake up.

Maybe he wouldn’t.

Maybe he wouldn’t wake ever again.

Something about that thought settled and unsettled him.

It was getting hotter.

“Silco.” Vander warned.

She, was getting hotter

What the hell?

“Silco, get out of there!”

He looked up, surprised to hear the fear in Vander’s voice, but he was gone.

“Sir, wake up!”

What?

His hands and arms were burning, the child was burning; still he didn’t let go.

“Silco!”

Silco’s eye shot open, Sevika’s worried gaze hovering nearby. Immediately he bean to sit up, but was hindered by a weight on his chest. Looking down he found the child clinging to him.

Alive.

She was alive.

The relief he felt in the moment was once again - embarrassing. He needed to get a grip, and fast.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, his tired brain trying to play catch-up.

“I think we should get her back into the tub.” Sevika was already heading toward the tap.

Silco looked back down at the child, quickly realizing that the heat hadn’t been from the fire in his dream; she was burning up again. Sweat was covering the child’s face, her hair matted down. She was paler than before.

He carefully slid them out of the bed and kneeled beside the tub. Gently he placed her inside. She was still sleeping it seemed, but the jerky movements she made showed just how restless she was.

Sevika stood, looking between the two of them. “I’ll get the doctor, keep her in the tub until we get back.”

Silco nodded, eyes not leaving Jinx.

He heard the door shut behind her.

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There was a stillness. A deafening silence as Powder stood above the pit. For a moment she felt good, like an unknown weight had lifted.

Then she saw it.

A small, trickling of sand.

It dusted onto her head. Glancing up she watched as small amounts seeped in through cracks in the ceiling.

Strange.

Then she felt it.

A pain so sharp it brought her to her knees. It tightened around her chest, strangling, squeezing. She couldn’t breath. All at once she was too hot and too cold.

The pit grew wider.

Fearfully she scrambled back, but the pit only continued to grow, the sand quickly filling up what space was left within the room.

“No, no, no” She whispered, too afraid to break the strange silence.

There was nowhere to go. The window she’d come through earlier, gone. Horrified she watched as the pit grew ever closer, sand now falling in as well.

She was going to die.

Or fall into an endless darkness.

She wasn’t sure which was worse.

“Wake up, wake up!” She tried pinching herself. “Come on!” Letting out a frustrated scream, she tossed herself against the nearest wall, “wake up!”

She tried again, and again, and again. Her shoulder beginning to ache. The pain in her chest not letting up.

“Wake up, please, wake up!”

She was running out air, out of time.

“I’m supposed to be in control, then. Wake. Up!” Shakily she slapped herself. Feet slipping in the sand, she got on her knees. She pressed herself as close to the wall as she could get, the pit only a foot or so away now.

“Please,” she begged. “Please, wake up, stop this, please.”

The pit didn’t listen and in the next moment she felt her legs drop out from under her; she didn’t even have a chance to let out a scream before sand and darkness consumed her.

distantly someone was laughing.

#silco #arcane silco #powder #powder arcane #vi arcane #sevika arcane #arcane #jinx arcane #powder is traumatized #this is a dark one #let me start off by saying I listened to my favorite things by mary j blige #and carol of the bells by john williams for inspiration during this #I know that sounds weird but here you go #it's the holidays after all #anyway #everyone is working through their trauma in this chapter #dreams I find are a good way for the conscious to air out its dirty laundry in the unconscious #silco is going through some major conflicting emotions #will he learn from them #eh #powder is smarter than I think a lot of us give her credit for but her naivety gets in the way often #I think powder is also showing early warning signs for mental illness #silco too but that's another series of tags I don't want to write #sevika is just out here trying her best #she really doesn't get paid enough #these chapters are the foundation for silco and powder's relationship #if things seemed rushed that's only because I'm a firm believer silco and powder bonded early on #they still have a strong relationship but things have calmed #as always you guys are amazing <3 #thanks for reading! :)

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lyssismagical · 3 years

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72 w Parkner pls 🥺

just some bb fluff between the Keener-Parker-Stark family uwu

“I'll see you in a few hours, babe,” Morgan says, leaning up to kiss her partner. “I love you.”

Saylor smiles and gently pushes a strand of hair behind Morgan’s ear. “I love you too. Have fun. Tell them I said hi.”

Morgan and Saylor have been together for three years now, having met in Morgan’s third year of college, studying to become a teacher. Saylor’s in med school.

They live together in New York, only a few hours’ drive away from Stark Towers where Harley and Peter live.

She hasn’t had a day off between school and her job as a teaching assistant, not to mention having just gotten a puppy with Saylor who needs constant attention and care.

The drive to Stark Industries is a little boring, traffic a little heavier than usual on a Saturday morning. She feels a little bad about not spending the weekend with her partner who’s also rarely free, but she also hasn’t made the trip to see her family in quite a while.

Harley and Peter are sitting at the breakfast bar, knees touching and Harley’s laughing bright and loud at something Peter must’ve said. They both look tired, despite the weekend beginning, but she knows the business has been under some heat lately.

Peter’s up, out of his seat as soon as he sees her, pulling her into a warm hug. “I’ve missed you, bug. How are you? How’s Saylor? How’s school?”

“Let her breathe, darling,” Harley says, leaning over his husband to ruffle Morgan’s hair. “You want a coffee?”

“Yes, please, traffic was awful.”

Harley smiles and heads off towards the kitchen, leaving Peter to fuss over Morgan.

“You look tired, have you been sleeping alright?”

“Peter, I’m fine, I promise. I’m twenty-four, you don’t need to worry about me like I’m still fourteen.”

He sighs wearily, it’s obvious it hasn’t exactly been an easy week for him. “I know. But you’ll always be my little bug.”

“I’m good, really, Peter. I’m happy.”

Harley returns, pressing an old Iron Man mug into her hands. “How’s Saylor? I miss that kid.”

“They’re good… Busy, that’s for sure. Med school, the internship at the hospital, taking care of Nova. We’ve both been busy, but they’re happy. They’ve got the weekend off to just play with Nova and rest.”

Peter goes to respond, but his phone ringing cuts him off. “Sorry, I should probably… Hello?”

Harley sighs, leading Morgan to the living room. “It’s been complicated lately.”

“I heard, is everything okay?”

“One of our rival companies, they’re fighting dirty and it’s putting a lot of pressure on us. We’ve already lost a few employees, as well as some investors because of them. But we’re making progress and it’ll all blow over soon enough.”

Morgan nods, pulling her knees up to her chest on the couch, tucking herself into the warmth. It’s the same old couch that Tony bought decades ago, there’s a few photographs of her here when she must’ve been two to four years old, her dad holding her in his lap. On one hand, she knows why they haven’t bothered to replace it, every memory of Tony is important to all three of them and seems almost wrong to get rid of anything that belonged to him. But on the other hand, it really is just a couch. An old, worn-leather couch, with rips in the seams and stains along the back.

“Peter looks exhausted,” she says, watching carefully as Harley’s face shifts into worried sadness.

“He is. You know how he gets when it comes to anything surrounding your dad.”

Peter slips into the room, rubbing a hand down his face. “I’ve gotta go. I’m sorry to cut this short, but PR needs one of us downstairs.”

“I’ll get it,” Harley offers, already bringing himself to his feet.

“No, it’s okay. You took the last one. I’ll go, sort this out, I’ll hopefully be back within an hour or two. I’ll bring takeout for lunch, sound good?”

Harley sighs and Morgan knows she makes the exact same expression as he does whenever Saylor picks up extra hours at the hospital or stays up all night to study.

She’s never really known the two of them apart, she was too young to remember them before they got together, way back when they were eighteen and nineteen. They’ve been together ever since, bar the one time in college where they split up for nearly four months, long-distance having become too much for them.

She’s never known Harley without the permanent wrinkle between his brows from the constant worry of dating a selfless superhero. She’s never known Peter without the messy curls, having given up gel and product when Harley convinced him he looked better without it.

When she was young, she always worried that she’d never find love the way her parents did, the way she saw Harley and Peter, so unconditional, so pure, so endless. She worried she wouldn’t find the person who was clearly meant to be her other half like Peter is for Harley and Harley is for Peter.

But then she met Saylor.

“Bye, bug, I’ll be back soon, I promise.”

She hugs Peter goodbye, settling back into the cushions beside Harley.

“How did you know you were going to be with Peter forever?” Morgan asks. She adores the way Harley’s expression goes gentle and nostalgic and loving.

“Peter likes to say that he knew when we met, that very first time, at the cabin. But I don’t think it was ever quite that simple, you know? I knew I loved him when we were in college and he was in Massachusetts while I was in California, and I woke up one day, and found Peter in my dorm room. He’d flown all the way out, on his long weekend, just to spend time with me. He was sitting next to me, reading the book I had to write an essay on so he’d be able to me. It was so simple, so easy, and it was clear, in that moment, that I could do that forever. Wake up next to him, live in simple domesticity with him.”

“And you wanted to do that forever?”

She knows that moment with Saylor, too. They had come home from a long day at school and a long evening at the hospital, and they had picked up her favourite meal for dinner on the way home. They had curled up on the couch together, eaten dinner, and watched a movie, and smiled when Morgan had ranted about the antagonist of the film.

“For as long as he’d have me.”

“And you’ve never once gone back on that?”

Harley shrugs, eyes far away. “I fucked up in college, I nearly ruined the best thing I’d ever had, and that’s the biggest regret I’ll have to carry with me. That’s the only regret I’ll ever have about our relationship, is hurting him and losing four months with him.”

“I think I want to ask Saylor to marry me,” Morgan says. She’s certain about that, but god is she ever nervous. “I love them more than anything.”

“I know.” Harley nudges her with his shoulder. “Every time you talk about them, you get that same look that I see on Peter’s face constantly. And that- that’s a lot. I see it on Saylor’s face too, when they talk about you.”

“You do?”

Harley’s smile widens. “I do. It’s clear how much that kid loves you. And if you’re even a fraction as sure as I was when I proposed, then you should go for it.”

“How did you do it?”

“It’s about as dramatic as you’d expect from us. He was-” Harley stops, swallows visibly. “He was dying. He’d been hurt while on a mission and I was there, I was holding him and he was- he was dying. Bucky had to physically restrain me while Sam got him to help… It was the most scared I’d ever been.”

“He was okay, though.”

“Yeah, somehow he always is. He was in that goddamn hospital bed and he was so high on pain killers and I just, I asked him to marry me.”

“That simple?”

“That simple.”

Morgan laughs a little. “And he said yes?”

“He did. He said yes. And when he was released from the hospital, he laughed so hard he cried because he couldn’t believe that’s how I asked him.”

And god does Morgan ever want that with Saylor. She loves her partner like crazy, loves them to the moon and back, she never wants to go another day without them, she doesn’t want to spend another second without being able to call her partner, her fiancé.

“I want to marry Saylor,” she says again.

Harley grins. “I’m proud of you.”

“For being in love?”

“For being unapologetically you and going after what you want.”

Morgan leans into Harley, his arm coming up to wrap around her shoulders. “You think they’ll say yes?”

“No question about it, kid.”

“If they do…” She trails off nervously. “Would you and Peter walk me down the aisle?”

Harley presses a kiss to her temple. “We would love to. And I’m sure we could have Nova trained to be a ring bearer in no time.”

Morgan laughs at the thought of her clumsy, bouncy little puppy trying to do anything with finesse.

Peter returns with lunch a little while later.

As soon as he walks in, he drops the bags down on the table and says, “I want a baby.”

“What?” Harley lets out a little surprised laugh and Morgan bursts into giggles at the absurdity.

“Quinn brought her baby in for the meeting because she couldn’t get a babysitter in time,” Peter explains, pouting childishly. “And I want one.”

Harley shakes his head, more dumbfounded than disagreeing. “You want a baby.”

“I want a baby,” he repeats. “I want a little tiny thing with ten fingers and ten toes and a beating heart.”

Morgan laughs again, walking up to hug Peter. “God, I missed how absolutely crazy you are.”

“Okay, darling, how about you eat some food and we’ll talk some more later?”

It’s not a no and Peter grins triumphantly.

“When did you know that you wanted to be with Harley forever?” Morgan asks before she can stop herself.

Peter’s smile widens and he looks to Harley with the softest, most lovestruck eyes she’s ever seen. “I was fifteen.”

“Fifteen? You were seventeen when we met.”

Peter slides a hand over Harley’s shoulder, tucking himself into his husband’s side. “I was fifteen and I was here with Tony. Right here, actually. We were having a lab night and he mentioned something about a potato gun kid. And I asked him to tell me about you. About dumbass Harley Keener who didn’t know when to stop, who was talkative and loud and sarcastic and annoying. Harley who helped save Tony’s life. And I thought, wow, if anybody would know what it feels like to be me, it’d be Harley.”

“Really?”

“I googled you later that day and I scrolled through your mom’s entire facebook, wondering just who was special enough to stay in Tony’s head for so long, so fresh. I told Ned, I said to him, I’m gonna meet this kid and I’m going to marry him one day because who else is worthy of my love than somebody who could save Tony Stark’s life.”

“You’re kidding.”

“I’m not! It’s all true. Ask Ned, he’ll tell you.”

Harley rolls his eyes in pure adoration. “You never told me that.”

“I was embarrassed and then it didn’t seem relevant anymore.”

“I don’t think I’ll ever stop wanting to learning things about you, Parker.”

Peter grins up at him. “Like how I want to have a baby?”

“You two would be amazing dads,” Morgan says, almost shyly. That part of their relationship isn’t talked about very much, how they might as well have raised Morgan, filled in the spot that her dad left when she was so young. “Any kid would be lucky to have you.”

“Thanks, bug,” Peter murmurs.

“If you take tomorrow off, we’ll start researching, alright?” Harley bargains. A day off is hard to come by with Peter, but with an ultimatum like that, Peter can’t possibly say no.

Peter kisses him in response.

April Parker is the flower girl at Saylor and Morgan’s wedding that fall.

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incorrect-ikevamp-quotes · 4 years

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Can you please tell us about the whole scenario where MC gets kidnapped and Comte rescues her? The one with the CG I mean.

Sure thing! I’ll do my best to relay the events accurately, as this is one of my favorite moments in his rt~

Sizable Comte rt spoilers below, pls don’t click if you’d like to wait for the ENG release!

Okay so some much needed context before I delve too deep. In the first few chapters of the route, MC debuts in French high society (introduced by Comte as a friend’s heiress from overseas). As such, the better part of the Parisian population knows MC as somebody of noble birth. This is important moving forward.

One day while she’s in town she goes out with a friend upon request (also of high rank, somebody she met and made friends with at her debut) and Sebas encourages her to have fun before meeting up again to return home. Problem is, there has apparently been a great deal of unrest among the people in the lower rungs of the social ladder. Joblessness has been a prominent issue, and so a group of men decide to target members of the elite in order to force them to give a damn about the problem. In their desperation, they choose to abduct MC and her friend and tie them up in separate locations.

The other young lady’s butler/servant is present when they’re taken, but is unable to do anything to stop them. Surprising no one, he races over to find Sebas and tell him what’s happened. Naturally, Sebas is beside himself and takes the man with him in order to alert Comte. And Comte.........well........let’s just say he does not take the news well to say the LEAST. He hears them out, goes silent and it shows his furious sprite, and he’s about to storm out when Leonardo appears out of nowhere after he says MC’s name raggedly. (Note: not that odd bc purebloods seem to be able to sense each other’s feelings easily, and it’s likely he was responding to Comte’s acute and sudden distress). Leonardo has to grab Comte’s shoulder and tell him to calm down before he collects himself again, and then he leaves with Napoleon and Jeanne to go find them asap.

Iirc, Sebas/the other residents take up the task of alerting the police and trying to find more information while the search party is underway. There is a hilarious tidbit I’d like to share, only because it’s uproarious and makes me laugh every fucking time I translate it fdkhdgdjfsf. So basically they’re all trying to figure out what’s going on, until Sebastian mentions the whole coalition of impoverished people looking to get back at high society for the financial inequities of the historic moment. Now Mozart, in a moment of brilliant word association, says “Oh, well yeah under those circumstances that would make MC the ideal target.” And I fucking. Isaac just turns around and is like. “Could you not. Say it like that. When our dad is hAVING A FUCKING MELTDOWN AND A DISPLACED HUMAN WOMAN IS IN MORTAL DANGER. COULD YOU MAYBE NOT???? JUST THIS ONCE.” And I just fucking lose it every time????? Like are those not the most Mozart-core and Isaac-core responses imaginable????? Mozart being so focused on the logic of the situation he just doesn’t seem to be able to read the room/keep in mind how upset Comte might be. Isaac being HYPERSENSITIVE to the emotions in the room and being MORTIFIED that Mozart wouldn’t word things more carefully.

Also a short note since I’ve been thinking about it for a while now. One parallel between Comte and Isaac I find utterly fascinating is that the two seem to share a formidable understanding when it comes to anxiety especially. Despite how composed Comte appears in the game, we later see more and more evidence of how deeply anxious he is when it comes to his future and the prospect of sudden loss. As a result, I feel like their biggest difference lies in the fact that Comte is a great deal older--so he has an easier time concealing/stifling/de-escalating his anxious responses. Even so, they seem to share difficulty in maintaining emotional distance. If Comte doesn’t exercise control, he gets too close to people, and the inevitable fallout (since they usually die first) is devastating. I think Isaac operates similarly, but his anxiety was so overwhelming he didn’t manage to get that close to most of the people in his time (Essentially, he doesn’t have the same charisma Comte possesses and he hasn’t lost as many people consecutively as Comte has).

Moving right along. So! Comte and our swashbuckling friends (the Baguettes, as I like to call them) pinpoint the location/bunkers where MC and her friend are being kept against their will. (They find them after they receive a tip as to where the two ladies were last seen in town.) I’d like to note that in Comte’s POV of this chapter, he continuously blames himself for everything that’s happened. Saying that if he had been more careful, if he had done the right/smart thing and kept his distance, then she would have been out of harm’s way. (I disagree in that, when trouble seeks to find you it’s usually more a matter of entropy). In the midst of his agonizing, his mind goes to the worst case scenario and he forces the terror down--desperately wishing that he isn’t too late.

So our bois split up into two groups, one being Comte and the other being Napoleon and Jeanne (yes this is Area 51 and Comte literally does Naruto run--but he doesn’t dodge the bullets bc they can’t kill him). Naturally our pureblood wonder manages to take out all the guards present and kicks down the door to where she’s tied up. The moment he sees her relief floods him and he rushes forward, untying her immediately. MC sees him covered in wounds--blood and torn clothing as far as the eye can see--and has a moment of genuine shock. She’s so used to the immaculate and ethereal appearance (not a hair out of place) that seeing him so disheveled and wild-eyed startles her. He asks her if she’s injured anywhere and she’s able to confirm she’s fine. He seems to be unable to register that she’s alright until she says those words, and he draws her close in his arms and starts shaking. She’s surprised again by his sudden proximity, but when she feels him trembling she hugs him back and strokes gently along his back, murmuring over and over again that’s she okay. She feels fine, she’s safe now.

In his POV, he speaks to the terror of her life lost that was weighing on him. He’s only able to verify that she’s alive when he feels her body heat, can feel her heart beat, can feel her arms moving--that’s why he hugs her; to have undeniable evidence that she’s still breathing. He hates himself for being so fragile, for being so needy, but melts under the gentleness of her touch.

Before the scene ends, MC hears his broken mumble at her shoulder: “Thank goodness...I don’t want to lose anyone anymore.”

And just to make it hurt even more! From Comte’s POV it reads (the brackets are his unspoken thoughts):

"I......I don't want to lose anyone.......anymore" [I don't want to lose you... She hugs me back and her hands stroke gently along my back, as if cradling my heart. Her hands are so warm, proof that she's alive. You're so strong.....and so, so gentle. I know I should be prepared to say goodbye. I know I shouldn't be doing this. But I don't want to let you go...]

;-; I just. Every single time I read those lines I just start sobbing. He’s so tired of being alone, so exhausted. He loves her so much!!!!!!! He just wants one moment of PEACE GOD DAMN IT, LEAVE HIM ALONE CYBIRD!!!!!!!!!!!!

ANYWAY the story then skips to the aftermath, where Comte is back to his usual collected self. He’s at his desk doing his work (as usual) when MC comes in asking about how everything's going. He explains that he was able to find work for the people who attacked her, citing once again the concept of “Noblesse Oblige.” (For those unaware, it means “noble obligation” in French and alludes to this notion that the wealthy/privileged parties of society have nothing short of an obligation to use their resources in service to the less fortunate.) MC starts gushing about how both her and the police are really impressed by his ability to forgive them and help them anyway. This is where Comte drops that L E G E N D A R Y line where he says “Forgiven them? I never said I had forgiven them. On the contrary, the only reason I’m doing this is because they left you unharmed.” with that chilling smile.

So like. Get you a fucking mans that has the ability to pretend everything’s fine when you get abducted, beat the shit out of your assailants to free you, have a panic attack after you’ve been secured, and then still manages to have the grace to help the people that put him through his literal worst fear imaginable/re-traumatizing him even if they didn’t know it. This was essentially the scene that made me fall 100% in love with him. It was one of the first moments of profound, undeniable proof that not only does he care about people--he cares so deeply it shakes him to the very core. There’s just something....so moving about the fact that no matter how hard he tries to pretend that he’s distanced from something/someone, beneath that persona you just find a veritable avalanche of compassionate feeling/love.

#asks #ikevamp #ikemen vampire #ikevamp spoilers #ikevamp comte #comte rt spoilers #man i wish i could convey how hard this chapter shook me to the core #i think that's why i don't mind the whole hot and cold in the writing of his rt--it really WORKS rather than being annoying af #i mean its so easy to believe he's removed from it all bc he stays quiet #tries not to be irresponsible--tries to be mindful of her situation and respect her feelings #bc the reality is that they have an enormous power and life imbalance #even if he does sincerely love her--and I honestly have absolutely zero doubts he does--being too hasty would be dangerous #esp given what he wants: he's not looking for a fling--he wants somebody to be with for a long long time #but he also knows that his considerable lifespan has given him quicker insight into that #this doesn't make MC stupid by any means--but at twenty-ish there are plenty of things a person has not yet seen or can't yet recognize #honestly? i think his decision to hold off and only decide when MC was sure--when she had seen every aspect of what it means #to be a pureblood--was the most responsible move. even if he was sure of his feelings early on i like that he gives her time #yet i like that his self-control is also less than perfect; i think it proves the dual sincerity of his attraction and desire to protect he #idk if i can explain it adequately but he just feels so balanced; the perfect combination of mindful but also flawed #it's even more interesting to me bc his charisma seem to function on two levels; the first kind he exudes on a basic level #being attentive to what's important to people/replying to letters and keeping in touch/conversing at parties eloquently #its the kind that draws people in initially and can often be what keeps them in his orbit (kind of like with the workers)#the second is so gradual and masterfully honed that it gets to the point where he believes himself to be insidious #though idk if he actually means any harm i'd wager it's more that he knows what he wants deep down and inevitably acts in line with it #its fascinating bc he seems to deem it premeditated and wrong but even he doesn't seem to be openly aware of his feelings until later on #he's insatiable but also capable of recognizing that--tries to tone it down if it goes too far #or at the very least offer MC something in return: all of his love and anything her heart may desire #just as he says he really IS a mass of contradictions sometimes--which explains why he seeks out someone that's firmly grounded #somebody that knows what they want/what's important to them/and can help stabilize him when he gets a little lost #I LOVE HIM IF YOU COULDN'T TELL OKAY THAT'S ENOUGH FROM ME

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no-gorms · 5 years

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is tony's bubble butt a writing prompt? because i would like to see it in ur top notch writing pls... thank u for ur service

It IS a prompt, and here is a thing.

Steve/Tony, Thor, Bruce, Natasha, 1200+ words (also on ao3)

Tony’s pants are particularly tight today.

To be true, Tony’s wardrobe tends to err on the side of well-fitted, but today it seems more egregious than most. He’s in dark slacks, made of a soft, quasi-shiny material Steve associates with glossy magazines’ unrelatable idea of office-wear. The cut is fitting to begin with, but he’s currently standing with his hands in his pockets, and the push of his hands into the material have drawn it tighter around the comely shape peeking out from under the hem of his jacket. It’s like the long lines of Tony’s legs are arrows pointing up, up, here.

It’s not even as if Tony’s butt is the most inarguably attractive part of him. There’s a lot vying for that top spot – his eyes, his smile, his hands, the deft way he navigates conversation oftentimes saying absolutely nothing while getting everything he needs. Among others.

But, the butt. Tony’s butt.

Well-proportioned. Well-shaped. Curving solid and firm, but soft at the same time. Golden ratio glorious, and currently tipped provocatively as he shifts his weight onto one foot during whatever discussion he’s having with Natasha across the room. And this is only in still form; Tony hasn’t even started walking yet, where every piece of floor is a red carpet, and every entrance is a production.

Steve’s tended to think himself as more of a leg man. Pins are nice – all that strength and curvature along the calves – but once he started noticing Tony’s ass, it’s kind of been… well.

Most of the time it’s a good distraction. On a tough day, it’s good to have something nice to look at, like a pick-me-up. Such as when Steve’s battered and bruised post-mission, it’s nice to look over at Tony’s stepping out of the Iron Man suit and wonder if Steve’s hands are big enough to heft both cheeks at once. (Current guess is, probably not.)

Other times, it’s a bad distraction. Like now, when they’re having evening drinks in the tower and Steve’s at the bar in an actual conversation with Thor and Bruce that he’d lost track of a couple of minutes ago. Thor has been saying something.

“Captain,” Thor says.

“Yeah?” Steve says.

“I said,” Thor says, almost gently, “do you want to touch it?”

Steve blinks. “I’m sorry, what?”

Thor leans in, his voice in a conspiratory whisper: “Stark’s butt. You’d like to touch it, yes?”

“I—” Steve’s face heats up in mild terror, but Thor is just grinning and Bruce is nursing a drink with a vaguely distant expression. Steve swallows. “That’s not—”

“Come now, there’s no shame in it,” Thor says good-naturedly. “Stark’s butt is very fine. Like a ripe—”

“Please, no,” Bruce says.

“You disagree?” Thor says.

“Oh, no,” Bruce says, “I agree that Steve wants to touch… that.”

A laugh startles out of Steve, partly out of panic and partly in disbelief. “I’m not…” The half-hearted denial fades away, because this is Thor and Bruce, who are not doing much more than looking at him, smiling and… kind? Steve finds himself relaxing, which is a mistake. “Is it that obvious?”

“You look like you, forgive the parlance, want to eat it,” Bruce says.

Thor laughs. “Very much so.”

Steve winces. “Can Tony tell?”

“Who knows?” Bruce says with a shrug. “Tony sees what he wants to see, sometimes.”

“Before anything else, there must be an introduction,” Thor declares. “’Tis easy. Follow my lead, Captain.”

That statement is sometimes promising, and other times cause for terror. Today is the second, because Thor now pushes himself away from the bar, all six foot plus of Asgardian prince who cannot be stopped, and marches across the floor to where Tony and Natasha are still deep in gossip.

Thor walks towards Tony, arms swinging. Natasha sees him approach and acknowledge it with a tip of her head, though her convo with Tony only pauses when Thor’s arm swings out, palm out, and makes contact with Tony’s ass.

A smack, light and friendly. No big deal. (Tony’s right cheek ripples at the contact, and Steve is too agonizingly far to hear the sound it makes.) Tony turns to raise an eyebrow at Thor, but he doesn’t even flinch. Steve can’t hear what Tony says over the noise, but he reads, “Nice to see you, too,” on Tony’s lips.

Thor says something in return and wanders off, seemingly off to the bathroom.

Just like that.

“Wow,” Steve says. He looks at Bruce, who bobs a fist in the air supportively.

“Carpe gluteus?” Bruce says.

There are a great many factors that could be blamed here. The atmosphere of the evening is easy, comfortable. They’re all still basking in the high of a successful mission. Steve is still reeling from the fact that Thor and Bruce are immediately fine and understanding about Steve’s… attentions… which is more than he’d hoped for. So why not.

Why not?

Steve mirrors Thor’s movement of pushing himself away from the bar. There’s a chanting in his head as he starts walking – it’s fine, it’sfriendly, there’s nothing more to be read out of it, Thor could do it – which only stutters when Natasha looks up and sees him approach.

For a second Steve’s steps are about to falter, but Natasha’s expression doesn’t change; she merely turns back to Tony and keeps talking, and that if nothing else convinces Steve on the right track and everything will be fine.

Steve drops an arm out by his side. As soon as he’s close enough to smell Tony’s cologne, he sweeps it up into – contact.

There’s a smack of skin against skin. Tony’s butt – geez. It wobbles. It’s squishy but resilient, and bobs back against Steve’s palm, warm and firm but also soft and supple: an improbable mix of traits all mixed up in each other, just like its owner.

Tony is looking up at him.

Steve realizes, after a second or maybe a handful of seconds, that he didn’t just smack Tony’s ass. He’d smacked and… stayed. His hand is still there. His fingers are curled a little, measuring the strong curve underneath them. He was right; a single buttcheek cannot fit in his palm. It’s – it’s lovely.

It’s up to Tony to speak first. “You want to keep doing that, you need to take me out to dinner.”

“Tomorrow at seven okay?” Steve blurts out.

Tony blinks. “What?”

“Uh.” Steve stills. “Oh. Hmm.”

“He’s free,” Natasha says.

“What?” Tony says again.

“Oh god.” Steve realizes he’s still touching Tony, and quickly removes his hand. “I’m so sorry.”

Tony’s still blinking in a daze. “Are you?”

“Yes,” Steve says.

“Tomorrow at seven,” Natasha says. “I heard that. I’m a witness.”

“Wow,” Tony says, staring at Steve. “I did not know you could look that red.”

“Yes, well,” Steve says, mouth running on without him, “there’s a lot you don’t know about me.”

Tony’s still staring. “Apparently so. Was that, um. Was that for real? Tomorrow?”

“Obviously,” Steve says, with more gumption that he actually feels.

“Okay,” Tony says, nodding slowly. “Tomorrow.”

“Good,” Steve says.

“Excellent,” Tony says.

“Exit stage right, Steve,” Natasha says quietly.

“Okay.” Steve nods, and resists a ridiculous urge to salute. He starts to move away in desperate search for the relief of an exit, only to suddenly feel a light slap on his own ass – off-center from the left cheek, quick and clumsy and unmistakable. He slowly turns back, to where Tony’s quickly shoving both his hands deep into his pockets.

Tony clears his throat. “Just, you know. Keeping things fair.”

Steve finds himself smiling, and said smile grows when Tony grins in return. “I do like things being fair,” Steve says.

#scaramouche writes superhusbands fic #superhusbands #stevetony #stony #anonymous

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diamondcamefromhell · 4 years

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Jaskier x Fem!Reader

Disclaimer: Yes, I am posting a lot of fics, yes I am okay. This one wasnt a request or anything, but I began to feel sad and anxious about a lot of things, but mostly the political climate at the moment, and when i feel low, i like to imagine my favorite munchkins comforting me, this time, i wrote it down, and i like how it came out, so i am sharing it. however, it does feel super intimate and what not, and I guess i wanted to let you know that it is coming from my literal soul, so pls dont judge the song part, i am not good at that, but i tried x

Warnings: Mentions of war, death. Swearing.

Summry: Y/N wakes up from a nightmare about impending doom of Nilfgaard taking over the continent, but your s/o Jaskier is there to comfort you, and you realize he needs comfort too. Basically some fluffy fluff of two in love, stressed people trying to calm each other down

Word count: 1,832

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I wake up, screams escaping my lips before I could catch them. My shaky breaths turn into clouds, disappearing into the night sky, until my view is filled with a face I know so well. Jaskier. He grabs my shoulders, his grey eyes staring into mine. I manage to take a breath in, before water works begin and he pulls me close. I listen to his heartbeat, as we sit in silence.

“I’m sorry.” I whimper, as he gently rubs my back. “I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be, Y/N.” His tone is soft and quiet, as he pulls away to look me in the eyes. “You are just scared.”

“I’m scared of nothing, Jaskier.” I argue, wiping away my tears. He sighs, holding me tighter.

“You are scared of Nilfgaard coming this way. You are scared of them wining.” I bite my lip. “You are scared of war.”

I pull away, brining my knees to my chest, isolating myself from the bard, who lets out a sigh in response. His hand lands on my knee, as he gives me a gentle smile.

“I’m scared too.” He admits as I stare at the night sky. Through the trees I can barely see any stars, but moon shines bright. I focus on that, blinking away the tears. “It’s natural to be scared.”

“You don’t have nightmares about what might happen, Jaskier.” I bitterly say, still not looking at him. My voice shakes and I hate it. “You don’t wake up screaming.”

“You are a sensitive soul.” He sits next to me now, wrapping one of his hands around my shoulders. “In a very cruel world.”

“The world is normal.” I close my eyes. “I am just weak.”

“Admitting where you may be weak, my sweetheart,” he rubs my cheek. “Is one of your biggest strengths.”

“Doesn’t change the fact that I am weak.” Bard sighs again. I know he disagrees.

“Even if you are, which you aren’t, there is nothing wrong with that.” He lifts his hand from my shoulder to mess with my hair, as I pull away, gently smiling. “If everyone was strong, there would be no such thing as… strong.”

“Geralt would still be strong.” I giggle, looking at my hands on my knees. Jaskier also laughs and I can see his breath turn into a little cloud.

“Geralt will always be strong.” Bard’s voice grows sad. “Even when he’s weak.”

“Do you think Nilfgaard will win?” I ask, resting my head on my palms. “Do you think we are on a losing side?”

“We are on a side of our friends and people we care about.” His voice stays sad, and I feel my heart ache. “Whether they’re losing or not, we are with them til the end.”

“I know that.” I agree, looking at the bard who’s staring at the moon. I wonder if he’s thinking of another song to write, looking at his eyes, this might be the saddest one yet. “But I don’t want to lose them. Lose everyone. Be alone again.”

“Or be dead.” Jaskier tries to joke, and I giggle.

“Yes, silly goose, I guess that too.” I straighten up. “I guess I wish we could help Geralt.”

“It’s his destiny, not ours.” I hate to agree, so instead I stand up, stretching.

The night is quiet and cold. Our small fire has gone out already. I look at the lute near it, trying to remember the last time Jaskier picked up a happy tune. It must’ve been weeks. Ever since Geralt left to claim his Child Surprise, the bard has been ever so sad.

I know they had a fight years ago, I was there. It took them years to make up, and even longer to fully go back to where they were before. Losing such a dear friend again was hard on Jaskier, and I didn’t really know how to help. We both knew, hoped, Geralt would be fine, the mighty Witcher must survive and come back with that child. We were sure of it, but yet scared, as Nilfgaard seemed to bravely move onwards, unafraid, with one goal on their mind.

Get the entire Continent under their rule.

So I started getting nightmares. Jaskier stopped playing his lute. These were dark times.

I go to the instrument, remembering all the times Jaskier tried to teach me how to play this stupid thing. I learnt, eventually, and he loved nothing more but to watch me play, even sing sometimes. We would pass days like this, creating music together.

Needless to say, it’s been ages since we done that.

“Jaskier.” I gently call out, placing the lute on my knees, gently touching the strings. “Sing with me.”

“What?” The bard looks confused, but he comes to me, kneeling before me. His eyes stare at my hands as I string the instrument again.

“I said sing with me.” I manage to smile. “I don’t know if I fully remember how to play this thing.”

“Your hands are placed wrong.” I see a spark in Jaskiers eyes and my cold heart melts a little. He gently corrects my arms, sitting next to me, our knees touching. I close my eyes for a moment, to enjoy the warmth he provides. “What do you want to sing?”

“What if I play, and you sing?” I say, opening my eyes, looking into his. I swear I could get lost in them, seeing galaxies and different worlds there. Feeling safe, finding home. “Whatever your heart desires.”

“We could do that.” He smiles, taking his eyes off me, making me focus back on the instrument. I strum the strings, a rather sad melody comes out, but I don’t try to force a cheerful tune, it felt like lute wouldn’t budge. I steal a glance at Jaskier, who is staring at the moon.

“Upon this full moon we find home, // the one we share with thousands more, // somewhere away, you see the embers, // the war is coming, the sky will tell you. // You look for friend, and hug your lover, // you grab your bow, your shield and arrows, // then reach for me, you know I’ll follow, // into the night, the war is coming.”

I glance at Jaskier again, his eyes closed now. I follow, closing mine too, just feeling the moment.

“You fight a battle that you may lose, // but dearest friend, I’ll lose it too // you’re not alone, just look around // this battlefield is your playground. // Your friends they’re standing next to you, // a sword, an axe, they’re ready too // so don’t you waver, please stay strong. // This war is not that far from over, // until we breathe, we keep on going, // and dawn will come to greet us soon, // my dearest friend, you’ll see it too.”

Jaskier goes quiet, so I stop the lute. The silence doesn’t feel heavy between us, but his song lingers in my bones, wrapping around me, helping me breathe. It gives me hope. I open my eyes to catch bard staring right back at me.

“You will see the dawn.” He assures me, and my heart skips a beat. I feel like a rock has been lifted of my chest, and I truly believe his words.

“Friend?” I tease him, and he smirks. His eyes lighten up.

“Lover.” He leans in for a kiss, and I don’t protest. He tastes like hopes and dreams, a better future. A thousand galaxies. I feel him smile, realizing I am in fact smiling too. I pull away, as he lets out a sigh, and I notice it doesn’t turn into a cloud again. “Maybe you are my destiny, Y/N.”

“What makes you say that?” I ask, putting lute down, so I could take his hand into mine.

“I can’t imagine my life without you.” He winks at me, making me blush. I know it’s probably too dark for him to see it. “And if I were to lose you, the world would see true calamity.”

“With your horrible break-up songs.” I tease again, and Jaskier laughs, jokingly pushing me away. I hate when he get’s all sweet like that, because he knows how much it actually means to me. Not that I show it. “And destiny did make us meet, but I’d like to think we choose each other.”

“Hm.” He agrees, but I roll my eyes.

“You are not Geralt, don’t hm at me.” He smiles, glancing at our hands.

“Can I say it?” He asks, quietly, and I am not sure if he’s talking to me, or himself. I take my free hand, placing it on his face, making him look at me.

“You can say whatever comes to your silly head, Jask.” I ensure him. He smiles, closing his eyes, leaning in, placing his forehead on mine.

“I love you, out of entire continent, out of all the species, I know, I would always only love you .” His voice is soft. Full of emotion, but soft. We have said I love you before, it wasn’t a first. But we usually reserve this whole saying for special moments. When we feel like our hearts will explode if we don’t express the love. Only when we truly, full-heartedly mean it. I smile, feeling tears prick my eyes yet again.

“I would always, without a doubt, choose you Jaskier. You don’t own my heart, that’s easy.” I feel him smile even more, as he chuckles. “You own my soul.”

“I’ll treasure it.” His lips land on mine again, but this time is more desperate one. Passionate too. Like we want to make sure each other is here, and we are truly not alone. We only pull apart when I run out of breath. I rest my head on his shoulder, my laughter sending a chill down his spine.

“You will make me suffocate if this keeps happening.” I tease, as he hugs me tighter.

“I will not apologize for wanting you so much, Y/N.” He responds to my tease. “You should be sorry.”

“I am sorry you can’t control yourself.” We both laugh, as he pulls me to the ground. I stare at the moon.

“You should get some more rest.” He whispers. “I will keep you close so any scary nightmare demons have to go through me, to get to you.”

“My knight in shining…” I glance at his red outfit, trying to find a word for it. “in shining whatever.”

“Shh.” He silences me, landing a kiss on my forehead, placing me on his chest.

“Don’t silence me.” I argue, already drifting to sleep. I feel his chest shake when he giggles.

“It’s time to rest, my dear.” Now I pull a Geralt, and hm at his words. His heart beat lulls me away.

Before I fully drift, I hear Jaskier silently sing: “and dawn will come to greet us soon, // my dearest lover, you’ll see it too.”

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taronfanfic · 5 years

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Everything’s The Rush - Smutty Wednesday

It had been one of those days where all you could think about was sex. Even with a long day at work ahead you still found time for a quick fondle beneath the covers when your alarm went off, much to Taron’s delight. He’d tried to pull you back into bed for a more thorough session but you’d managed to resist, telling him you needed to save your energy for dancing later that night. Your favourite band were playing a sold out show, swerving the massive arenas for a change and opting for a more intimate setting in the theatre venue down the road.

You’d arrived nice and early, grabbing a drink at the bar before walking through to join the smaller crowd and watch the support act. He was a singer-songwriter performing an acoustic set and already seemed to have the younger girls at the barrier eating out the palm of his hand as he told little anecdotes between songs.

“He’s your type isn’t he?” Taron asked calmly, never taking his eyes of the stage.

“To a T. My younger self would have been clawing to get backstage or on the tour bus after the gig.”

“Your younger self! You’ll be following his Instagram before we’ve even made it home.”

“Quite possibly.” You laughed before hiding behind your drink. “Skinny men with guitars are my Achilles heel. Sorry.”

“And yet you somehow ended up with this…” He gestured down his body and gave you another chance to take in his outfit for the night: the tight fitting white t-shirt beneath his designer jacket and trousers that he’d finished off with a pair of pristine white trainers.

“I am in no way complaining, but there’s something about the dishevelled touring musician look that will always top the well-groomed actor for me.” Taron simply rolled his eyes.

“Now you tell me.”

“Hey, no sulking, just call it situational. You both have a place in my world and it’s the passion and talent that makes someone attractive anyway.”

“So because we’re at a gig tonight I drop to second, or probably third when the frontman comes out on stage!”

“Only for an hour or so.” You smirked. “Because at the end of the day neither of them will be fucking me later and I guarantee you’ll have my undivided attention then.”

“I might not want it at this rate.” Taron faked a strop and folded his arms.

“Oh ok, good to know... I’ll get thinking about how’s best to sneak onto the tour bus to get my fix instead.”

“You’re trouble tonight.”

“Someone’s got to keep a lid on your ego.” You pushed the limits with your teasing and ducked away from Taron as he reached out to push your shoulder.

“I knew I shouldn’t have got you a double!”

“Hey, I’m still relatively sober! Gigs just make me… flirty?”

“Annoyingly sexy.” You let him wrap his arm around your shoulders and pull you in against his side.

“We can go with that. Annoyinly sexy and still completely horny.”

“Come ‘ere.” As his lips met yours you decided to soften the teasing. He knew full well that you’d fancied the band’s frontman for a few years, and it would be difficult for him to see you failing to hide that throughout the gig.

The crowd around you had thickened by the end of the support act so you led Taron by the hand further towards the back corner of the venue where you could place your drinks down. It was darker and quieter, not overlooked by the balcony level above, and gave you the perfect opportunity to shower him in affection without being spotted by too many people. You slid your hands beneath his jacket and around his sides to his back, initially just resting your cheek to his shoulder and feeling totally content.

“I love it when you’re like this.” He mumbled down into the top of your hair as he held you back tightly. “I knew today would be good as soon as I woke up and felt your hands all over me.” As you pulled back to kiss Taron again you started to trace light circles against his back.

“You’ve been on my mind all day. You’re all I want.”

“Which is going some seeing how much you love this lot.” He nodded back to the stage as the crew checked over the amps.

“You know I love you more.” His tongue met yours this time, moving slowly and letting you savour his taste as his hands lowered down to your bum. “I want you to take control later, do exactly what you want to me.”

“Later?” He raised an eyebrow mischievously. “What about a quick one now?”

You opened your mouth to disagree but before you had chance Taron had grabbed your arm and made a beeline for the side door of the venue, pulling you along after him. The door led out to a small hallway which had stairs up to the balcony and down to the toilets in the basement but both were crowded with people. He didn’t hesitate as he led you by the hand down the narrow corridor before stopping outside another door and turning back to face you.

“Do you trust me?”

“With my life.” He bit his lip as he pushed the door handle down and slid inside the dark side room, never letting go of your hand as he pulled you inside after him. It was pitch black once he’d closed the door again and you moved in closely against his body, feeling unsure about the rest of your surroundings.

“Don’t ask, I promise I’ll explain how and why later. But right now I fucking need you.” His hands grabbed at your arse and pressed you in tightly against his crotch before his head knocked gently against yours as you struggled to find each other’s lips in the darkness. There was a desperation to his kiss this time, a hunger and neediness that mirrored how you’d been feeling all day. You lapped him up as your hands ran down his chest and tugged open the top of his trousers. The erupting cheer of the crowd sounded out through the thin walls as the band made their way onto stage and it made you giggle as it was perfectly time with you taking hold of Taron’s erection and lifting it free of his boxers.

“You’d better make this quick because I am so fucking torn right now. We’re missing the start!”

“Shut up and turn around then!” Taron growled as he switched places with you and pinned you up against the door. You lifted your leg to his hip and pulled your underwear to the side beneath your skirt before helping to guide him into you in the darkness. The whole atmosphere had your senses heightened. The loud kick of the drums and deep vibrations from the bass filtered through the walls and blocked out the sound of your body rocking into the door as Taron thrust into you with force. He gripped tightly against your thigh as you rose up onto your toes, already feeling so turned on by the feel of him moving inside you and the filthiness of doing it right there and then. His scent seemed stronger than ever and was mixing with the traces of beer in his breath as he kept his face close to yours so he could hear your faint moans above the sound of the band.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” He panted out as he circled his hips more slowly. A cooler rush of air hit you as Taron lifted your skirt so he could start to rub over your clit and pleasure you more quickly.

“Oh god, yes!” You moaned back just as the cheers from the crowd took over at the end of the first song. You wanted to get completely lost in Taron but your mind couldn’t let go of the gig that was happening just metres away. The familiar chords of the second song sounded out and you broke out into a wide smile. “I bloody love this song!”

“Come for me then, come to your favourite song and I’ll let you run back and catch the end of it.” He upped the pressure with his fingers and your attention rushed back to the intimacy between you.

“Harder. Faster. Just ruin me.” Taron didn’t need telling twice. He had your head thrown back against the door and mouth left open in no time at all. Your core burnt from the overwhelming feelings of pleasure that were ready to explode at any second. You knew it was coming, you needed him to keep the pace and not come apart first. “Fuck, fuck, come on.” You panted as you gripped tightly against Taron’s t-shirt. The thoughts of how badly you’d wanted sex flashed through you mind and how you’d had no idea that you’d be getting it right here and now and that was the final straw. Your hand moved to the back of Taron’s neck as you came, your hips stuttering against his and the feel of him losing it just moments later giving you such a high.

“We actually just did that.” Taron laughed and then placed a kiss to your cheek, holding your face next to his for a moment longer. “That’s definitely just become my favourite song too… I’m going to need a minute, but you go. I’ll find you back in there.”

“Sure?”

“Go.” He took his hand away from your face and stepped back so you could slip out of the door and back into the bright lights of the corridor. Nothing was going to stop the filthy smile on your face as you ran down to the gig and let the wall of noise hit you as you slipped back into the side of the crowd. People around you sang loudly, a few arms were raised in the air and you knew it was going to be a moment you wouldn’t forget for a very long time as two of your favourite highs started to combine into one.

can you pls do a smut fic with taron and reader in a concert and they leave to a room and do it then they’re favorite song is playing in the background?

#taron egerton #taron egerton imagine #smutty wednesday #taron x reader #taron egerton fanfiction #Taron Egerton Fanfic

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samipokita-blog · 4 years

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chapter 1

It was dark and lonely midnight under the cold moon, she screams “AAHHH…..HEL…HELP……help…” her screams echoed on the empty street, her breath was hard and short with nonstop hitting heartbeats, she scream and scream begging her feet’s to hold just a little more, the pain on her legs made her feel like she was carrying rock on her wounded ankles, her predator have shown no mercy and made her a masterpiece of standing abuse, her whole body was covered in wounds, cuts, and blood.

Moving and dragging her body was hard but her will to live was stronger, she was fearing any moment a grim reaper would appear and take her life, little by little her body was refusing to obey her, she begged and prayed but there was not a sparkle of hope, she runs and run screaming “SOME.BODY….HELP……..PLEASE……..HELP”, the rode was lonely with closed shops and some sleeping cars but then, she saw a light and her heart danced in excitement, she immediately runs to the sparkling shop of the bar screaming “HELPPPP…..HELP……” her sound was getting numb refusing to leave her throb like it has caught a cold.

‘just a bit longer’ her thought repeated itself in her brain, she was dragging her feet’s in full speed in hope to see people again after being locked up, tortured worse than animals, she begged him to kill her but he just loved touring her, she saw a man standing with a women kissing passionately, she broke their kiss saying “HEEELLLPPP”, they seemed drank and ignoring her went back to kissing thinking she was drank too, but little did they knew that their ignorance could make someone lose their life.

“HAHAHAHAHA…HA…HAE...HEH…HE” his psychopathic laugh made her flinched knowing that her predator is right behind her, he always laughed seeing her suffer and she thought ‘Oh god no please no……I am death….he will surely kill me……..maybe if I am going to die then why not just give it a try and make a run…maybe in people he will not hurt me’, a weak smile appeared on her face.

Her fantasy thought were intercepted when he licked her earlobe, her tear was rolling down her cheeks as she knew there is no way out, she cried her eyes out knowing how he kills his victim and know she is one of them, she felt her blond hair weight on other shoulder giving him full access to her right shoulder, he gently made contact on her soft skin kissing her deeply and she would have moaned from passionate kiss if only she didn’t know how he was going to kill her, there was a time when she craved for his touch but now she flinch even thinking about it in disgust.

“Pl… Please don’t kill me,” she said in trembling voice.

He said in a cold voice “Oh Monica, you know I like you, you always have followed me everywhere like a dog “she felt disguised at herself for stalking him like crazy, but little did she knew that he was no prince charming but he was a monster in disguise, unfortunately, regretting now was too late.

He said “I would have made you one of us “a weak hope appeared in her heart but soon it was scattered when he said, “if only you had not entered my house that day”.

She quickly replied shaking “it was a mistake when I heard you scream I thought you were hurt”.

“YES” she flinched at his angered tone.

“Yes, I am hurt very badly and only one person can take this pain from me”.

He leaned closer to her earlobe “ELIZA, she is my angel, my soul and without her I am incomplete, oh Eliza”

“Pl. Please victor please,” she said softly but as cut off by his anger tighten his grip around her wriest and almost breaking her bones, she screamed with tears flowing down her cheeks

“Awo darling, trust me I would have not to kill you and make you more alive like us but…. IF ONLY “he said getting angry remember what she did.

”if only you didn’t go to Eliza house that day if only you were not the reason for her to leave and now it’s time to pay for your crime darling, “he said with a devilish grin on his face, she turned watching his greenish eyes turning into blood sea and his teeth showing its needle-like teeth, “AHHHHH” she screamed seeing the monster in front of her eyes and he attacked her neck furiously while she tried pulling and kicking with all last strength in her body, soon her face was losing its light and the last thing she saw was his red shinning eyes like it wasn’t satisfied from her blood.

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It was a nice morning with beautiful bright sun playing with running clouds, little birds singing and dancing with gentle wind.

Usually, a beautiful smile appears on her face when she turns right side and sees the outside world from her small window, but today it only reminds her that she will be missing these little things, a frown appeared between her eyebrows and she growled hiding her face on soft pillow, her eyes were getting hot.

Remembering that her mom and dad told her last night that she would have left her school again when she asked why they are moving again and all she got was ‘because of work’.

she thought “huff I am tired of this, it’s not even a year yet and we are moving again and why because of my parents work, I know they have no option since the job pays them a lot and blah and blah stuff but still, I don’t want to lose Isa, I know it’s not even a years since I meet her but still, I feel like we know each other’s for years, oh god why is this happening to me huh’ she pouted getting from her soft bed to her window.

She looked at the birds flying and thought ‘if only I was like them free but I could have brought courage to asked my parents why we had moved from the USA to Korea, China, Ukraine, UAE, India, UK and now Canada is it really because of work? I never wanted to hurt them since I know they are having trouble with handling my siblings with this moving thing and I don’t want to hurt them like my siblings, but what about my feelings huh? Why god……just why are you doing this to me?

well, one thing is for sure that my parents are forced to do what they are doing because of their work or something, I have no way other than agreeing because my sis Anna and my big bro Shane had already made mom and dad life a living hell by disagreeing to leave again and I don’t want to trouble them too just like them or the family will be messed-up”.

She was upset because she was going to lose Isa who was her best friend the moment they first meet, it wasn’t even a year and Eliza felt Isa like her sister, Eliza took a deep breath saying “ok Eliza you can do this” she dialed Isa number after getting her iPhone from nightstand, as ring tone was singing her heartbeat was raising and Isa picked up screaming “HEYY BABY WHAT'S UP MY BEAUTIFUL STUPID KIND B***H”.

Eliza said, “LISTEN TO ME, IT IS IMPORTANT”.

“Ok” was all that came from other lines.

Eliza scream but her voice came out as whispers as she couldn’t hold her tears from falling down her cheeks “ISA I AM LEAVING TODAY FOR CANADA AND I COULD’NT SAY FACE TO FACE BECAUSE I NEVER GOT COURAGE TO FACE YOU AND THAT WHY I AM SAYING IT AT PHONE BECAUSE I KNEW IF I MEET YOU, I WOULD BRAKE COMPLETELY AFTER ALL you're MY BEST FREND, NO ACTUALLY YOU ARE MY SISTER LIKE ANNA”.

Isa from another side screamed saying “ELIZA WHAT WRONG WITH YOU, LOOK IF THIS IS A PRANK THEN I WILL DRINK EVERY SINGLE DROP OF BLOOD OUT OF YOUR BODY”.

Eliza cried saying “LISTEN TO ME BECAUSE I AM NOT FINISHED YET, I DON WANT TO LOSE YOU BUT I DON WANT TO HURT MY PARENTS, I KNOW THEY ARE HAVING a HARD TIME AND I JUST WANT YOU TO KNOW THAT I LOVE YOU LIKE I LOVE MY SISTER ANNA AND KNOW THAT YOUR MY BEST FRIEND AND ALWAYS WILL BE……..MOST OF ALL I WANTED TO THANK YOU ISA FOR BEING MY FRIEND AND KNOW THIS THAT NO MATTER WHAT I WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER YOU MY FRIEND, PLEASE TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF AND I WILL PRAY THAT WE WILL MEET AGAIN GOODBYE ISA ”.

after taking all of her pain in one breath, she hanged up crying her eyes out since she doesn’t want to hear Isa sad voice who must be crying and complaining or thinking it’s a prank, she wiped her tears when she heard a knock on the door, her father asked worried “Eliza princess are you alright, I heard some screams”.

She went jumping on her bed covering her face while when her father didn’t hear answer, he entered walking to Eliza bed and shaking her “sweetie wakey wakey, are you having bad dreams” Eliza acted like she was still sleepy hiding her face so he couldn’t see her puffy eyes.

He said, “ok angel, I will let you rest for only five extra minutes and after that, you have to get ready and came downstairs or we will be late and then I will declare tickle war against you as punishment so get down on time, ok honey”.

Eliza nodded hiding her face in the pillow while her father thought she was sleepy but in reality, she didn’t want to hurt her father by showing how hurt she was for leaving her best friend.

When Eliza heard the door closing and footsteps sound disappearing, she got out of her bed getting straight to bedroom and running cold water against her puffy red eyes, after cooling her eyes she went to do her routing with light hot bath, brushed her teeth’s, got dress in blue loose shirt and black normal jeans, tied her brown hair into a simple ponytail then look a last look on mirror.

all she saw was a tin and 16 years old simple featured girl in creamy white skin with golden brown hair with matching light brown eye’s like a treasure of gold, scarp nose with curve light pinkish lips, she was 5.6 unlike her siblings who were tall like models, Eliza was middle sibling and was always embarrassed because she was not much pretty and nerd type at school so no one knows her other than Isa.

She left her rooms walking downstairs reaching their kitchen and was welcomed by a surprise hug and she looked at her desperate mother and gave her father a look which says ‘help me’.

“Amanda “her father called but it was no effect on the mother, he repeated “Amanda dear, let go of her”.

“shut up Nicolai, how can I when I know we are hurting our children’s, Eliza my lovely daughter, I know you are sad because we are moving again so suddenly and you recently bounded with Isa but sweetie we don’t have any other option”.

“Mom, don’t worry I understand”.

“No” scream echoed in the kitchen.

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sleepypurpledandelion · 5 years

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ooo Describe Bakugo and Todoroki is as many words as you like?

.3. ALRIGHT! I will…do my best??? Prepare for mild rambling. I am completely inept at keeping my thoughts in order. ALSO PLS FEEL FREE TO AGREE/DISAGREE AND TELL ME IF YOU DO. I like discussing these things. :D

Bakugou: Literal embodiment of “Gifted Kid Grows Up With Many Complexes”. Which, I get, I feel that. Being raised with praise heaped on you only to learn that you are average at best, it fucks you up. Especially when you can’t learn how to deal with your emotions like in Bakugou’s case. Which leads to my next comment, constipated. Like boy has some serious emotional constipation. No clue what to do with all of it so he just screams. I feel like it’s the equivalent of mental bottle necking. He’s got all these thoughts and feelings rushing forward through this wide open space, only to suddenly only be able to fit so many out at a time, if any at all. In Bakugou’s case it seems anger, frustration, and aggression are what are able to get out first most cases. In no way does Bakugou only feel anger, he isn’t just always pissed. Anger and aggression just seem to be the easiest to get out, and maybe the hardest to control for him. He feels his emotions very strongly, and most likely this overwhelms him. He doesn’t know how to handle it, and so he gets frustrated, raising his Anger and putting it at the fore. I know when I am frustrated/anxious/overstimulated I get VERY irritable/snappy/mean. I don’t mean to, and I try not to take it out on others. Bakugou might not be very good at controlling that, and most likely struggles to keep from saying truly hurtful things. We’ve gotten canon proof in the Manga that he at this point snaps at Midoriya on reflex. So I sort of get the feeling he also at this point isn’t really meaning what he’s saying. Well, yes and no. He isn’t one to say something and not mean it. What I think is happening is he’s saying the first thing to come to mind. Which isn’t always the most accurate without context or further thought. Especially when fueled by Anger and Frustration. Bakugou is also stubborn as hell and hates showing weakness, so he would refuse to go back and reiterate. You really just can’t take most of his reactionary yelling personally. Now I also feel like all of this isn’t necessarily true for Middle School Bakugou. He had a massive ego, used to getting what he wanted from anyone just by flashing his quirk around. Middle School Bakugou was actually quite close to being what I would have considered irredeemable. I HATED him when I first read the manga, like most of us. Oh buddy I hated Bakugou so much and swore I would NEVER like him. However being put in a class full of people on his level, with teachers unimpressed by his behavior, it really did kickstart redemption. Is he there yet? God no. He’s working on it still. I really just can’t wait to see where Bakugou goes from here and how he grows.

Todoroki: Honestly Todoroki is a very interesting character. He was so horribly BLAND to me when he first came into the series. It really wasn’t until the Sports Festival that he made ANY Impression on me. Really, it’s been fun seeing him grow. Todoroki is obvious a quiet guy, not really one to say unnecessary things. Though I feel like people sort of boil his personality down to that one trait, and his hatred of Endeavor. Todoroki is a sassy kid, full of a funny, quiet sort of spite. The sort that makes you choke on your drink when he suddenly snarks at someone. It’s never the sort of sass you’d expect from this quiet refined rich kid. I mean, the whole fucking “that’s a nasty scar you got there, SLUUUUURP” moment. Iconic. I love this guy. Or, the god awful “No one likes warm soda, right?”. Like, WHAT? He’s honestly such a caring kid too. Like, he didn’t get the chance to properly show this for such a long time. I fully believe Todoroki is a touch starved baby who would MELT if he had someone he could trust to just, hold him, gently play with his hair. FIGHT ME. This guy is amazing, full of a fiery passion for his dreams/goals and loved ones, a frigid freezing anger to those who would do him or those he cares for wrong. His determination is right on par with Midoriya and Bakugou, he just isn’t one to loudly declare it. All-in-All Todoroki is a good boy who deserves the chance to continue to grow and learn. Who deserves close friends who support him, and deserves to achieve his dreams.

Honestly my thoughts are super scattered so I hope this makes sense.

#I may have rambled #a lot #I did sort of warn you tho #so yeah #inkytalks #bakugou katsuki #bakugou #bnha #todoroki #todoroki shouto #boku no hero academia #inkygotanask #An Inky Friend #Anonymous

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sosa-sketch · 5 years

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Fright or Flight: Chapter 2

Parings: Prinxiety // Logicality // Platonic LAMP

Story Summary: Virgil and Patton investigate the New Prince Castle, when a brutal accident kills Patton. Patton wakes as a ghost and meets friendly ghoul Roman, who has been haunting the castle for 20 years. Virgil is determined to bring Patton back to life and brings Logan, the ghost expert, to help him out. Time is quickly running out, and the four must work together to undo death. If only it was as simple as Logan made it sound.

Unknown to them, a secret entity in the castle does not plan on letting them succeed.

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When Patton first met Virgil, his last intention was to become friends with him. Virgil had built up a notorious reputation over the first few months of school, and his grades did nothing to disprove his status. Patton wasn’t the type to judge a person’s character based on rumors nor looks. No one was a higher believer in the benefit of doubt than Patton! However, Virgil’s first impression did not help his case.

Virgil transferred into Patton’s English class the second semester due to a schedule change. When the teacher stated a new team project was to be completed, Patton did not shy away from offering to be Virgil’s partner. He understood how difficult it could be being the new kid in a class full of friends and cliques.

The project was hefty, an collection of novel analyzing, essays, vocabulary, and journal entries. Patton was not looking forward to the Shakespearean project-Shakespeare’s language was alien to him. It occurred to Patton that pairing up with the soon-to-be-dropout may not have been his best idea. Nonetheless, Patton refused to be jaded.

The first day of the project, Virgil refused to touch the work.

“There’s no way I’m touching this project.” Virgil sneered. “Especially about Shakespeare.”

“Huh?” Patton had not fully processed Virgil’s words. “Is it because you don’t understand it?”

“Sure.”

“Neither can I! I guess Shakespeare really has our brains shaken up! Maybe we can ask the teacher to go over it for us?”

The teen huffed and shook his head. Virgil laid his head on the wooden desk and his eyes slipped closed. He napped for the rest of the period.

His behavior continued for weeks. Patton had tried everything in his power to get Virgil to help him out. Patton’s seemingly endless supply of compliments and encouraging gestures served no help.

Patton’s mind had conjured countless excuses for Virgil since Virgil himself refused to give one. At the beginning the excuses had seemed feasible. Lack of sleep? Family issues? However, by week three, Patton was already scraping the bottom of the barrel, trying to justify Virgil’s dismissive attitude with clones and possible mind control. Virgil was no closer to lifting up a pencil, there were ten days left of the project, and Patton still understood little to nothing about Shakespeare. Patton was flying solo and time was ticking.

The final week before the project was due, Patton caught the flu.

Patton would chalk up the flu to the top three sucky sicknesses of his lifetime. His fever was raging, his skin drowning in sweat while the insides of him iced over. Patton couldn’t tell when being awake ended and when sleep began. The only alarm in Patton’s body was the churning in his gut that rushed him to the toilet.

Understandably, the project was the last thing on his mind.

Patton would not remember his Shakespeare mission until the Sunday before it was due, when he was shaking off the final remnants of the flu. The realization hit him like a train, but by the time he went flying off his bed and hurriedly logging on to his computer to check the time, Patton knew it was hopeless. There was no way he could get the project done in a few hours and counting. Not when all his energy was going into fighting of sneezes and headaches.

Patton was dejectedly scrolling through his email filled with newsletters from adoption sites and animal protection agencies when a subject line caught his eye: “English Project.” Linked to the email were word documents and an audio file. Perplexedly, Patton opened the email.

To: [email protected]

From: [email protected]

Subject: English Project

Patton,

so apparently you’ve been sick. class is way more quiet without you their, which is wierd.

i think i did everything you hadn’t done. it’s gonna be really mispelled and confusing and shit. sorry. i’m not the best with righting. feel free to fix anything.

get well soon.

-V

p.s. sorry for acting like a jerk. i owe you a explanation monday.

Patton hugged his computer screen and laugh with relief. He had no idea why Virgil was so nervous. His ideas were brilliant. A week later, Patton would see an A in his gradebook for the Shakespeare project.

There was a reason why Patton never lost faith in people.

True to his word, the next week Virgil explained his mistreatment to Patton. Virgil struggled with dyslexia. While he was getting tutoring in overcoming his learning disability, Virgil’s writing made him incredibly insecure. His old teacher always let him work individually, but the new teacher wasn’t having it. Before class, the teacher pulled him aside and told Virgil he was no different from any other student and would have to work with a partner. Virgil, determined to spite the teacher and anxious to seem like an “idiot” in front of Patton, would pretend to sleep the whole period.

“All your writing took was a quick grammar fix. The ideas were so good! I’m not just saying that to say that, they actually were! I could never think of something like that.” Patton reassured enthusiastically.

Virgil flushed a bright red. “I didn’t do much. Shakespeare is a lot easier to understand with audio.”

Patton listened to the audiobook of Macbeth that night. Virgil clearly wasn’t giving himself enough credit.

Virgil and Patton quickly grew close once the project was done. Virgil was still quiet, snappy, moody, and detrimentally insecure, but he began to open up more as the months went on. By senior year, Patton and Virgil was joined at the hip. Two peas in a pod.

Virgil had grown a lot since freshman year.

Being joined at the hip with Virgil meant that Patton got to understand Virgil by the simplest change in body language or expression. It also meant that Patton became aquatinted with anyone close to Virgil.

Patton already had a bad feeling while Virgil’s tone had shifted on the phone the night they were chatting about yearbook quotes. Remy sending Patton a text only confirmed the ball of dread in his stomach.

Rem: pat can we talk ?

Patton: You don’t even have to ask! Everything ok?

Rem: it’s about v

Rem: have you guys talked recently ? out of school

Patton: We talked last weekend. Over the phone. Why? Is Virgil fine??

Rem: idk. he came over to my house a couple nights ago at like 5 am. talked about some ghost shit.

Patton: He woke you up to talk about ghosts??(language!)

Rem: looking for affirmation that he wasn’t some obsessed ghost freak. i told him nah

Rem: but tbh he kinda is obsessed

Patton: He is passionate about his ghosts! But that’s not a bad thing.

Rem: v strongly disagrees. the whole thing about the yearbook and ghost quotes really messed with his head

Patton: I didn’t mean anything bad by it! It was just an idea! I promise! I’ll apologize to him!!!

Rem: wait no thats not what im saying. no one blames u

Rem: is he doing any ghost stuff anytime soon

Patton: Yep. He’s going to visit a castle!

Patton: Is that bad?

Rem: don’t you remember last time v became paranoid abt something? he pulled some real stupid stuff just to prove ppl wrong

Patton: Yeah. I know.

Patton: Gosh now I’m worried :(

Rem: i just dont want him doing anything he’ll regret on the trip. can u just…idk watch out for him pls ? ik v can take care of himself. but sometimes he gets into this headspace that’s self-destructive

Rem: tbh i dont like his ghost stuff as it is. i dont need him doing something dumb either

Patton: I understand Rem. That’s really sweet of you <3 <3

Patton: I’ll look out for him! I promise!!!! :-) :-)

Rem: ty. dont tell v abt this convo tho

Despite feeling uneasy about it, Patton understood Remy’s request to keep silent. Telling Virgil about their conversation would only push Virgil away and make him defensive. It’d be impossible to look out for him.

Virgil had already given Patton a way in. Patton had to talk to Logan for Virgil and get any supplies he might need. Patton loved visiting Logan in and of itself. Maybe Logan could help him out.

Logan’s business was located near small shops clustered along the beach. It was a hotspot for tourists, where knickknacks and souvenirs were sold and expensive attractions were advertised. Patton walked along here with Virgil sometimes, stopping at the arcade or mirror maze. Patton had met some of the most interesting people in the small touristy town.

Among the attractions was a dark blue shingled building with a pointy-roofed top. Painted letters on a wooden board spelt out “Afterlife Exposed.” Patton stepped through the door and a bell gently ringed, signaling his arrival.

At the sound of the bell, a tall, dark-haired man turned around. His navy suit blended in with the darkness of the shop. The man’s lean body was captivated beautifully in the suit. Patton quickly averted his eyes, blushing furiously.

“I have been expecting you-oh. Greetings, Patton. What a surprise.”

“Hi Logan!” Patton waved enthusiastically. “Who were you expecting?”

“No one. It’s a new rule Father has implemented. I must say it to every customer to ‘set the mood,’ as he calls it.” Logan dragged his hand over his face exasperatedly. “I find it quite ridiculous. But business shall be business.”

Logan’s father technically owned Afterlife Exposed. But he was always hidden in the back, gathering supplies or experimenting. Logan was currently studying entrepreneurship in college in order to take over the family business someday.

“How may I help you today, Patton?” Logan inquired, stepping around the counter to stand in front of him. He was even taller up close.

Patton filled Logan in about the New Prince Castle family murder and Virgil’s plan to investigate the castle for one of his ghost routines. Logan nodded politely the whole way through.

“I see. What an intriguing case. What exactly does he need from me?”

Patton shrugged cluelessly. “Anything you think might help, I guess.”

“What’s his budget?”

“A coffee and cake pop from Starbucks, if he uses his gift card.”

Logan rolled his eyes. “And he sent you to purchase something from here? Why, he couldn’t even afford a keychain.”

“Come on, Logan! He’s one of your most loyal customers and between us, he’s going through a rough patch. Can’t you help him out? Please?”

Logan massaged his temples and sighed. “Patton, it’s just not something the business can afford to do right now. My Father and I have been dealing with a sort of rough patch as well. You and Virgil have my sincerest apologies-truly, you do.”

Patton nodded dejectedly, “I understand.” Spotting Logan’s hesitant expression and tense form, he rested a hand on Logan’s shoulder and grinned. “Really, I do. I don’t blame you.”

Logan gave a small, tight-lipped smile in return. Gently shaking Patton’s hand off his shoulder, he clasped his hands together tightly. “Well, is there anything else I can do for you?”

“I’m not too sure.” Patton pursed his lips in thought. “Well, actually. I was wondering if you could tell me the dos and don’ts of ghost hunting. The yays and nays. The cats and dogs-actually no scratch that, both of those would be a yay.”

“With all due respect, Patton, I think Virgil has got that covered.” Logan reassured. “He must have asked me a dozen times prior to his first investigation.”

“Oh yeah, I know. It’s for me.” Patton corrected.

Logan raised an eyebrow in perplexion. Patton had never shown an interest in ghost hunting when Virgil wasn’t to be found.

Patton thought quickly. “I just want to understand more. For when I talk to Virgil. Sometimes I really don’t get half the explanations coming from the kiddo’s mouth.” It wasn’t a lie. “Just…how do you deal with ghosts?

“I see.” Logan clicked his tongue. “I’m sure Virgil could explain it to you more in depth. But, if you’re ever in doubt, chalk it up to one thing: respect. Is what you’re doing respecting the afterlife and their home? Are you portraying common courtesy? Treat them with the same respect as the living, if not more. There are exceptions, as with anything, but for the most part, that should keep you out of trouble with spirits.”

“Respect.” Patton repeated.

“You have strong morals, Patton. If you’re concerned about involvement with the afterlife due to your closeness with Virgil, I would not worry. Lack of respect is the last of your weaknesses.”

Logan pulled out his phone from the back of his pocket. “I apologize, I must return to my work. However, if you or Virgil have any more questions, feel free to give me a call.”

Patton gushed and thanked Logan, jotting down his number. Logan flushed a gentle red and held out his hand for a handshake.

“Pleasure doing business with you, Patton.”

Patton swatted Logan’s hand away and brought him in for a hug. “Thank you, Logan.”

Logan awkwardly pat Patton on the back before ungracefully untangling himself from the embrace. “I was only doing my job. Now, I understand it’s none of my business, but I recommend getting some rest. You look exhausted.”

“High school has permanently carved bags under my eyes.” Patton shook his head defeatedly.

Logan gave an amused smirk. “You sounded like Virgil.”

Patton beamed. “Like father, like son!”

Just as Patton was about to turn around to leave the store, something in the corner of the room glistened, catching his eye. “Hey Logan? Just one more thing?”

Logan hummed at him, encouraging Patton to continue.

He pointed to the object at the corner of the room. “How much can I get that for?”

“Walkie-talkies. I sent you to Logan Berry, one of the smartest, most knowledgeable people about the afterlife in this town, and you come back with a Ghost Buster walkie-talkie.” Virgil grunted, dangling the toy by its antennae.

“You can have the Casper the Ghost one instead.”

“What? No! Ghost Busters is better, anyway.” Virgil groaned. “That’s not the point. How about advice? Did Logan say anything?”

“Just to respect the ghosts. Have common courtesy. Which you better be doing anyway, even without Logan telling you to do so.”

Virgil threw his hands up in exasperation and fell down into his sofa as the cushions engulfed the skinny man. “Obviously I respect them! The last thing I need is coming home possessed and cursed! He knows I know that. That’s really all he said?”

“Besides giving us his number.” Patton confirmed. “Which I already gave you.”

Virgil grumbled. “Whatever. One day I’ll get enough money to- wait. The walkie-talkies. There’s no way you could have bought them with my money, I would not have had enough. Please don’t tell me…”

Virgil got a glance of Patton’s sheepish look and groaned. “Patton, we have a rule! No buying each other anything!” He buried his head in his hands. “I can’t pay you back. You know that.”

“Hey…” Patton took a seat next to Virgil and laid a comforting hand on his knee. “It’s okay. They weren’t expensive. You don’t have to pay me back.”

Virgil looked at Patton in between his fingers. His voice was muffled against his palms. “You know how I feel about that, Pat.”

“Virgil, come on.” Patton pleaded.

Virgil shook his head. “Thank you. But, you need to return them.”

Guilty silence settled among the two, but neither made a move to leave. Both were lost in their own worlds when an idea struck Patton.

He nudged Virgil. “I know a way for you to pay me back without money.” At Virgil’s unimpressed look, he protested, “Seriously! It would mean a lot more to me than whatever these walkie-talkies cost.”

“Yea?” Virgil lifted his head from his hands. “What is it?”

Patton stared at Virgil’s stormy eyes as his heart pounded. In all honesty, this was the last thing Patton wanted to do. He was terrified. But, he thought back to the conversation he had with Remy, and the last time Virgil did something senseless unsupervised due to paranoia. “I want to go ghost hunting with you. At the New Prince Castle.”

Virgil’s jaw dropped. His eyes darted around Patton’s face before he shook his head and gave a weak chuckle. “Sure, Pat. Whatever you say.”

“No, I’m serious!” Patton insisted. “I’ll respect the ghosts and do whatever you tell me to do!”

Virgil was dismissing Patton before he could finish his sentence. “No, no, no. You hate ghost stories, Pat! Especially ones that are spooky and gruesome. You’d hate ghost-hutning. It’s dark and there’s lots of weird noises and tons of spiders. No way. I’m not adding more guilt to my conscience.”

Virgil made a move to get up from the sofa, but Patton refused to let the conversation drop. He grabbed Virgil’s hand and pulled him back to the seat. Virgil landed with a clumsy thump.

“Kiddo, I know I hate all those things. I’m sure I’ll be scared. But, you’ll be there too! I love you more than I hate all those things combined.”

“Patton, we can do something else together. Go to the movies. Or bowling. Normal teen stuff.” Virgil reasoned.

Patton retorted, “But ghost hunting is important to you.”

“It’s not that important. It’s a simple hobby. I don’t care that much about it.” Virgil cut off.

“I know, I know!” Patton quickly backtracked. “What I meant was that ghost-hunting has been a cool way for us to bond. It intrigues you-a perfectly normal amount-and I like seeing you happy! Just like you go walking with me along the shops by the beach even though it’s super crowded and you hate it.”

“Patton, what’s your point?” Virgil grilled.

“My point is I want to try this thing that you enjoy with you. Just like you try things for me. It’s senior year, Virgil. No one hates thinking about it more than me, but we don’t know what things are going to be like after high school. I want to find a husband, start a family. Maybe study veterinary science. You could have a publisher for your writing, become a famous author, and move. I want to do this with you. I want to get over my fear.”

Patton stared at Virgil hopefully and held out his hand. “What do you say? One more big adventure for the dynamic duo?”

Virgil stared at Patton, looked down and roughly shook his head, froze, then stared at Patton once more. Virgil’s foot rapidly tapped against the floor, creating a dizzy, distracting melody. Finally, Virgil pulled his hair and glared at Patton. “You’ll be careful?”

Patton nodded eagerly.

“And you’ll stick with me no matter what? At all times? I want you in my sight.”

Virgil dramatically groaned, closing his eyes and throwing his head back. “I guess you can come.”

Patton shot up from his seat, whooping with joy and hopping around the sofa. “Thank you, Virgil! Thank you! We’re going to have such a great time!”

Virgil peeked one eye open and gave a soft grin. “Yeah, I guess we are. You’re sure you wanna do this?”

“Never been more sure of anything in my life besides my love for you and cats! I pinkie swear it.”

Patton and Virgil intertwined pinkies before Patton winked and let go, embracing Virgil.

“Let your moms know you’re going to be gone for the weekend.” Virgil smirked. “We have a haunted castle to explore.”

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natininatini · 7 years

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(Pls forgive me, I started and could not stop. I wrote drabble to make it better pls)

Prompto x Noctis

Ascended

It stopped. There was almost an unearthly calm about the city. The 4 Glaives stopped as their weapons faltered and vanished from their hands, but as they dissolved, so did the daemons they were fighting. Prompto’s muscles all suddenly gave in at once and he fell to his knees, feeling palpitations in his chest. Gladio kept his back to the others and Ignis stumbled to steady himself as if his remaining senses had also failed him.

No one knew what to say, and none of them could move. They were frozen in place forcing time to stand still. Prompto was the first to break into tears, little shakey breaths turned to whimpers. He gripped his jacket struggling to catch his breaths as he sobbed, leaning down into the floor curling up into the fetal position. Ignis held his breath to listen to his ally cry, using every ounce of his remaining strength to hold back his own pain. Hearing Gladio’s stifled crying sounds was the last straw, and tears began to stream down his cheeks.

Shouldn’t they be celebrating now? After all that fighting they had finally won. The 4 of them had set out on a long journey together, with the idea of winning the war, and ended up with the prize of saving the world, but what of their reward?. Prompto could not control his breathing and his body convulsed and he shook, unable to decipher pain from illness. He threw up choking to desperately catch a breath. Gladio grabbed the back of the blonds jacket and yanked him to stand smacking his back to persuade him to breath again. The bond staggered from the force and paced a little to his left, away from the others.

“Easy.” Ignis bleated. He grit his teeth trying to find strength somewhere. But he couldn’t yet see salvation. So to speak.

“I-imn ... nuh-” Prompto’s terrible control over his body made him inaudible.

“Speak.” Gladio ordered.

“I.. w-wan mmnn...” His words scrambled and shaken, but he managed to catch a moment of steadiness to speak. “I want to see him.” He swallowed. Ignis just shook his head rejecting the idea, even though he couldn’t see, he didn’t want to even sense it. Fearing how Noctis’s empty shell would shatter his nerves.

“Not a good idea. We have to move on.” Gladio reluctantly admitted.

“I want to... say good bye one last time.” Prompto’s voice broke.

“Gladio is right Prompto, he wanted us to walk tall.” Ignis turned to face toward them both. “He would want us to... be strong.”

“We already know I’m not.” Prompto turned to face the stairs of the citadel and started to walk up them.

“Prompto- wait!”

“Leave him.” Gladio sighed.

“You arent going to just let him go that alone, are you?!” Ignis shrieked slightly

“Don’t raise your voice to me, we’re all upset.” Gladio marched up to Ignis.

“You know what he’s like, Gladio. I’m not about to let him go and mess himself up, again.”

“...what if this is best for him?” Gladio said quietly, and softly.

“He has to live.” Ignis grunted and shoved past him. “I will ensure that he does.”

“Because you need him? You wanna keep him around so he can suffer some more?” “Shut up!” Ignis snapped.

“Now that the King is dead, you’re making your new purpose some kid?” Gladio swung his arms out in frustration. “We all have to make our own damn paths and we can’t control Prompto’s!”

“That kid is our friend damnit!” Ignis spun to face him one more, hissing through his teeth absolutely furious. “I would never forgive myself if I let him die.” He turned back around towards the stairs.

“Get your ass back here, Ignis. Let the kid go!”

“You may not know how to look after him, but I do!” Ignis yelled over his shoulder. “You should be fucking ashamed of yourself.” Gladio closed his eyes really seeing the error of his ways. It wasn’t that Prompto didn’t know how to deal with his emotions. None of them did.

Ignis’s senses would falter as he was distressed, so as he followed Prompto up the stairs he caught his foot on the steps a few times stumbling up them, though he didn’t let it stop him. Gladio groaned and ran his fingers through his hair. He just wanted to go home and be with his fiancé after all this. He was hurting, a lot. Deep down he really didn’t really know how to deal with it. He watched Ignis fumble for the door handle and open it to try and catch up with Prompto.

After a minute or so, Gladio pursued them, running to catch up. The lights were still on in the Citadel, so they could still find their way in the endless windowless hallways that would lead to the throne room. Gladio saw the two men by the lift doors just ahead. Despite not currently being level headed, Prompto was still down to earth just enough to link arms with Ignis to help guide him.

Glaido dove into the lift before the doors closed and they all stood there in silence. Prompto was staring at the floor, his cheeks were wet, but his expression said that he was deep in thought. Ignis couldn’t see his face, but still gripped his arm to keep him close so that he knew where he was and what he was doing at all times.

Gladio broke the silence.

“We are just saying Goodbye, and then we leave for Lestallum. Got it?” Prompto didn’t answer, but Ignis replied.

“We will.”

The doors opened and the blond guided his blind friend down the hallway with Gladio not far behind them. He observed the body language of them, Prompto was shaking and frail, and Ignis was finding it difficult to mind his step, and it didn’t help that he had sustained a minor injury to his knee. Prompto kept him on his feet, though, holding onto his arm tightly. They reached the doors to the throne room, which Noctis had closed and locked.

“Noct, no why- why did you do this?” He whimpered in desperation tying to open the door.

“He probably knew you were gunna do this, Prom. You think he’d want you to see?” Gladio placed his hand on Prompto’s shoulder. The blond gripped the handles of the door tightly.

“I wanna see him, one last time.” Ignis rubbed his back gently.

“Maybe its be-” He was interrupted by a click coming from the door, as if it were unlocked. Gladio and Pormpto stared at the door for a moment, before Prompto squeezed the handle and sure enough, it opened. He pushed it quickly to see who had unlocked it, but no one was waiting on the other side.

He stared up ahead to see the glittering scattered lights dancing about the throne where the moonlight was bouncing off the crystal that hung above the throne. The blond was slightly captivated and was lured toward it. It was not before he was at the bottom of the steps before h noticed the familiar slumped body sat in the throne. He felt like he had just swallowed his heart. He stepped up the stairs slowly, never taking his eyes from him.

Noctis was leaning slightly forwards, with his head down, his fathers sword sticking out of his chest impaling him to the throne, which was cracked behind him. Prompto knelt down just before him, so that he could see his face.

He looked... ...peaceful. Though his paled skin did not hide the dried tears on his cheeks.

“You musta been scared.” Prompto’s voice was barely a whisper. Ignis waited at the base of the stairs listening to him, with Gladio at his side who was watching him. The blond noticed the photo Noctis had chosen, in his hand. He trembled slightly as he reached for it, but instead took Noctis’s cold hand and squeezed it. It shook him, he squeezed tightly grieving over his loss. He wanted him to squeeze his hand back. He pressed his forehead to Noct’s tilting his head up slightly. “P-please wake up.” He stuttered helplessly. Ignis sighed but inside he wanted the same, and Gladio also could not disagree. “I wanna be at your side.” He whimpered “You said after all this, we’d make this world a better place!” He started sobbing again. “I said I’d be ever at your side!” He tugged at Noct’s jacket. Ignis took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes.

Prompto stood up suddenly and started yanking at the sword impaling the King to his throne. “Who would do this- to their own kid?!” He screeched.

“Hey!” Gladio ran up to him.

“What’s he doing??” Ignis followed

“Trying to pull the sword out- Prompto- STOP!” Gladio went to wrap his arms round Prompto’s chest in an attempt to pull him from the sword but he retaliated and swung his arm smacking Gladio in the jaw. “HEY-” He raised his fist, though Ignis moved faster, he shoved Prompto back by his shoulder and gave him a firm slap round the face. It echoed across the room and they were reunited with the unearthly calm once again. Prompto held his hand to his cheek sniffling.

“Enough.” Ignis murmured, his voice shaking. Prompto turned back to face Noctis, Ignis shook his head. “Enough, Prompto.”

“I’d give anything...” He croaked.

“He wouldn’t want you to.” Ignis went to grab his arm but missed, grabbing his jacket.

“What about what I want?” He pushed his arm off him and gripped the handle of the sword again. “Who I was... what I was, it’s been eating me for years. I’ve always been so scared of losing my friends because of what they thought of me, and I finally fucking decided for myself... only to watch the person I cared most about die.” He shook, he could barely get a grip of the sword. “He finally knew me for what I was... and he still loved me!!!” He bellowed “AND NOW HE’S GONE!”

“He saved our world, Prompto this was in Genesis-”

“I DON’T FUCKING CARE ABOUT GENESIS!” He yelled at Ignis only to be pulled back with a firm grip on his shoulder.

“PROMPTO!”

“Shut UP!” He hunched his shoulders to try and pull himself out of the bodyguards grip. “Genesis said.... the king of light would protect this world... how can he protect it if he isn’t in it?” He shook his head wiping his eyes with his sleeve. “Why should Noct have to die... these weren’t his sins.” He tugged at the blade again, not really caring that it was in vain. He thought he might have imagined the sword moving, loosening from the throne.

He swung his whole weight into it and suddenly it came free, he staggered back, letting go of the heavy blade and it fell to the floor with an almighty clatter that felt like it shook the world. Noctis’s body didn’t move. Prompto felt like everything was spinning. he felt the others grab him, but he flailed his arms about, he couldn’t focus. He staggered away from them and up the rubble beside the throne, to the hole in side of the building. He heard his name being screamed at him, not in anger- but in alarm. He couldn’t tell where he was. All he remembered was tuning round to see Gladio’s panicked face, and suddenly gravity took him and he fell backwards out of the citadel ruins.

Or so... he thought?

He was stood back in the throne room. He was still in his glaive uniform, but it was no longer scuffed from battle. He couldn’t see Gladiolus or Ignis. But he sensed someone behind him, so he span on his heel to see King Regis stood there as he last remembered him. Leaning on his cane, with a troubled look on his face.

“...Am I dead?” The blond asked. Regis then smiled at him softly.

“No. You’re alive.” “Didn’t i just fall out the window?” He said glancing up to where the ‘window’ was. But the room was in perfect condition as was it’s empty throne.

“Oh I assure you, They weren’t going to let you die that easily.” Regis walked towards him slowly, with that distinct limp.

“Then... where am I?” He asked the King who placed his hand on Prompto’s shoulder.

“You’re inside the ring, my boy.” He gently gripped his shoulder and shook him slightly as if in reassurance.

“Isn’t the ring gone??” He glanced to his hand and then to Regis.

“The gods are currently deciding the fate of the ring, and the kings within it.” He slid his hand off Prompto’s shoulder and limped toward the throne.

“They’re worried.”

“About what?” He followed him to the throne quickly.

“The safety of this world. I think what you said stirred something in one of our Gods.” He chuckled, closing his eyes taking a deep breath. “That how can a king protect this world if he is not in it?” He chuckled again. “It is not often that man can instil fear into gods. The concept was so simple, too.”

“W-what?” Prompto’s bemused look told Regis everything. He was utterly clueless.

“I told them the scourge may still exist, even if Noctis was able to wipe out a majority of it by taking one of the causes from this world, however.” He leaned his stick against the throne and looked up at the crystal hanging above it. “Ardyn was not it’s primary source.”

“We killed Ifrit, so both sources are gone, right?” Prompto followed his glance and looked up also.

“Niflheim... ‘killed’ Shiva, remember?” As prompto was staring up at the crystal Regis watched his expression to see the change and realisation.

“Shouldn’t the gods take care of him...?” He averted his gaze to think it through.

“When the will of man cannot be made known, and the King they are to protect are no longer of that world, they lose their connection to it. Ifrit may find himself free to roam once more, so long as the rock of Ravatogh burns.” The king turned round to look at the room where his audience once stood. Prompto remained frozen.

“Luna’s dead... so she can’t wake them up anymore. Noct is...” he couldn’t say it, he shook his head “Why did you do it?” He asked as his heart shot back up to his throat again

“...Because I believed in him.” He said tenderly. “I believed that he could take down Ardyn, and he did.” He gestured to the space in the room, Prompto glanced and saw the figures of Noctis and Ardyn. Noctis holding his arm aloft using all of his power in the ring against Ardyn.

“Noct....” He whimpered and ran down the stairs to be closer to him. He could see the others faintly around him, all against Ardyn, watching him fall for the final time. “I can’t... please..” Prompto looked up at Regis, who watched on sadly as his son started to fade away.

“What do you choose, Prompto?”

“There is no choice here!” He yelled at his king, and then withdrew himself slightly knowing that he shouldn’t “I wan’t to save him...” “You know there must be a price.” “I’d give anything, your majesty.” He looked over at Noctis, watching his determined face, which was also full of fear.

“Then... make the will of man known unto the divine.” “Huh?” He looked up at Regis but quickly glanced back to Noctis as he collapsed, cracks of light appearing in his skin that seemed to be a shell around him shattering, the faint figure that he was suddenly becoming opaque and falling unconscious, the blond diving to catch him in his arms quickly, kneeling to hold him close. He looked back up to Regis “What-” “Inspire your king, Prompto.” “What’s the price?? Regis!!”

It was like everything shut off. All his senses, all the lights. Gone. Prompto could hear a quiet voice of a young girl. He’d heard this before. She spoke softly to him, and he felt her hand stroke his cheek.

“All that I ask, is that you remain ever... at his side.”

He woke up. He was lying on the floor of the throne room, sunlight gloriously spilling into the room through the gaping hole in the wall. He turned his head slightly to his right, his head was resting on something, a jacket. He saw Ignis not wearing his, so must have been on that. Ignis was leaning against one of the pillars of the room, arms folded, dozing lightly. Prompto rest his arm across his face, drained. He heard someone mumble something, and then Gladio’s voice replied.

“Looks like it.” he said. “Don’t you move, he’s gunna flip.”

“Who’s gunna flip what?” Prompto yawned. Gladio nudged Ignis’s leg.

“Oi, he’s awake.” Ignis stirred from Gladio;s voice.

“It’s about bloody time.” He streched

“What?” Prompto yawned again. Gladio yanked his arm up to pull him to sit up. “Ahhmmm whyy?” He protested. He heard someone wheeze slightly behind him, he twisted himself round to see, leaning against another pillar with Gladio’s jacket over his shoulders, his shirt opened and his chest bandaged and bloodstained.

“Not a morning person?” He asked, smirking at the blond. It took him a minute to focus and register who was talking to him.

“Shut up, Noct, you’re one to talk.” Gladio and Ignis both laughed at him, which woke him suddenly. “Holy fucking Ramuh- NOCT!!!” Prompto swung himself onto all 4s and scurries over to Noctis who greeted him with a smile.

“That’s more like it.” He looked up at him. “I’m so glad you’re alright, Prompto.” He reached up to his face stroking his cheek gently closing his moth which was gawking at him.

“YOU’RE ALIVE!” He cried

“And kicking, somehow.” He shrugged and winced “Ah... ahahaha!” He grinned and shook his head. “You gunna kiss me or wha-” His answer was lips being pressed against his. Gladio looked away chuckling to give them a little privacy at least. Ignis smiled softly. Prompto broke off and looked up at his king again.

“You’re here...” He sniffled and smiled. “Wait.. you’re here.. how?” He sat p and looked around.

“What are you looking for?” “You da-” he stopped himself

“My da?” He tilted his head to one side

“Your dad... he was... here?” “No, pretty sure he wasn’t” “But he was!” He looked back at Noct “He said...” he trailed off again. “Stop stopping your sentence half way through and spit it out.” He nudged Prompto’s forehead “Um... ‘make the will of man known unto the divine’ ...” He quoted. Noctis understood fully.

“Is that so.” He closed his eyes and nodded.

“What does that mean, Noct?” He sat on the floor glancing round at the others.

“Did... Luna say anything?” He ignored Prompto’s question.

“Uhh... I don’t think so... um... Oh!” he looked back at Noct “She wanted me to be with you? I think that was her anyway.” He shrugged completely clueless.

“Noct... you don’t think...?” Ignis evaluated the words and what Prompto said he experienced.

“Theres only one way to find out.” Noctis looked up at him “Um, guys. I’m totally lost here... what happened when I pulled out the sword?” “You collapsed.” Gladio said Prompto looked back at Noctis once again for answers, only to see him deep in thought. He raised his hand and snapped his fingers in an attempt to summon his royal arms. The armiger briefly flashed but generated a loud crackling noise which resonated about the room, Noctis grunted in pain hunching over.

“Woah- easy!” Prompto shifted to his knees and knelt beside Noct putting his arm round him gently.

“Don’t try now, wait until you’re better.” Ignis ordered. Noctis nodded and looked up at Prompto

“I think I know what he meant.”

(part 2)

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