Okay, but hear me out. When he calls her good girl for the first time.. I mean she probably won’t show it, but it would do things to her 
“I’m going to teach you self-defense.”
“Oh, okay.”
“Good, we’ll start now.”
“Now?!”
. . .
You really weren’t expecting him to ever even think about wanting to teach you self-defense. He had insisted multiple times that you needed it, even though guards and knights were along every corner of the castle.
“The first lesson, my queen, is to find your balance,” he instructed. “Plant your feet firmly and allow your body to align with the sword.”
He had slipped a wooden sword in your hand, letting you get a good grip on the instrument.
“I honestly don’t understand how using a wooden sword will serve me any good,” you say, twisting the faux sword in your grip.
“You’re going to have to work up the strength to hold a real sword, love.”
“Oh, so you think I’m weak?”
“Yes.”
Simon’s response earned a raised eyebrow from you, your lips curling into a bemused smile. As you meet his eyes, a spark of determination ignites within you. If there was one thing he was certain about, it was your ability to rise to a challenge. He pushes your buttons, yes, but he was only doing so now to egg you on, to get you to learn.
With a short breath, you turn your attention back to the wooden sword in your hands. Taking a breath, you shift your stance as Ghost had instructed, planting your feet firmly on the ground. As you adjusted your body’s alignment, you could feel the difference immediately. There was a newfound stability, a tiny connection between your body and the sword.
“Now,” Ghost’s voice cut through the air, his tone gentle yet firm, “focus on your grip. The sword is an extension of your arm, but your grip should be strong yet flexible, allowing for precise control.” He stands behind you, moving and bending your arms into the proper position.
You tighten your grip on the wooden sword, absorbing every piece of advice he was offering. You watch Simon intently as he demonstrates some motions, leading you through the steps carefully.
“No, no your grip and posture is off. You would have your hand sliced clean off if you were engaged in combat.”
“Oh,” you say quietly, your face paling for a moment.
You practiced for hours, the sun casting long shadows on the training grounds. Your body ached, and your muscles protested, but with Ghost’s guidance and your own determination, you pressed on.
“Okay, start with your beginning stance. Show me how to properly grip the sword, now.”
He stands back, watching you assume position. You straighten out and still, eyes flicking over to gauge his stance on your form.
“Good girl.”
Your breath catches in your throat, nearly dropping your sword at his words.
You clear your throat and recover into position again, pretending like you didn’t just want to collapse then and there. Heat creeps up your neck, blinking fast just to clear your wandering thoughts.
“Right then, I think that’s enough for today. You did very well.”
You let the sword fall to the ground, and you avoid his gaze, tugging at your sleeve.
“Yeah, yeah, don’t mention it. Thank you for teaching me,” you say quickly.
“You’re welcome.”
“I’m, uh, going to go wash up before dinner,” you say, quickly.
“Alright, then.”
He watches you scurry off, and he stands there chuckling to himself.
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When do you use your pact with them? ♡
demon brothers x gender neutral reader
warnings: mentions of attack/violence, general sadness/self-criticism of mc in some parts
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ෆ Lucifer ━ when you need guidance
Lucifer bows to no one. In a matter of fact, thousands of demons were just as shocked as you were when Lucifer agreed to be in a pact with you, which made it crystal clear for you to never misuse it. Out of the bunch, he was the hardest to ever get a hold of, essentially being the one with the most responsibilities and work load. You knew better than to disturb him while he was up to his head in devildom matters, but sometimes, just sometimes, you had a hunch that he needs a break just as much as you do.
It was already nightfall when you find yourself idle in your room, left to your own thoughts with only the lights to accompany them. Just moments ago, you walked past Lucifer's study in looks for a midnight snack to calm your rumbling stomach- or maybe it was your rumbling mind you wanted to subdue. You remember peeking through the crack in the door, spotting Lucifer still submitted to a mountain of documents and found yourself wondering; Should you adopt his attitude towards his chores, or perhaps it's a bit overbearing? Are you too lenient, though? Maybe you were playing around too much and couldn't bring the results Diavolo and the rest were expecting from you? It was burning in you to simply ask him, but could you?
It was a genuine intention that turned to a manifestation of your thoughts, and you haven't even realized what your magic had caused- not until Lucifer, still clicking his pen, suddenly present himself in your room, wearing the same perplexed expression as you.
"Y/N, did you just... summon me?" It was a look of sheer surprise, however, it carried no hint of anger nor regret. Perhaps it was just what the both of you needed at that moment.
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ෆ Mammon ━ when you need protection
If any of your demons is to be at your service around the clock, it'll be Mammon. He responds to your texts at the speed of light, never turns down a call from you, and will arrive anywhere as soon as you ask him to. Hence, when you already use your pact to call him he's aware it is most likely an emergency. Mammon never questions when you do, it's never "What happened?" but rather "What do you need me to do?". Moreover, he would be offended if you were to call anyone that isn't him. He is your first man, your hero, your protector, and he is incredibly capable of serving this purpose.
"Mammon-" You mutter when he appears in front of you, his mobile device in his hand as he was just about to call and ask what's holding you back from coming home to him for such a long time. You stare at him with a frightened expression as you hush your words in a low tone, eyes flickering left and right with each word you speak. "I heard this group of demons whispering about me, I think they might try something since they saw I'm alone..." Mammon's expression is stern, but his eyes are warm and comforting while he looks at you, a hand snaking to sooth around your back.
"You're not alone. You never will be. I'm always right beside you."
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ෆ Leviathan ━ when you need a plan
Levi is usually pretty keen on helping you, and he also has a lot of time on his hands to do so. However, he can be a tad hard to reach at times, being committed to the shut in life. He would often abandon his cell reception, ignore calls and texts and only show a sign of life after weeks of intense gaming sessions, in which he also couldn't hear the knocks on his door through his noise cancelling headphones. He would get annoyed at first with your summoning, catching him in the middle of a boss level, but he soon learned to always turn on auto save. He knew you usually had a good reason, and were just looking out for him.
"I'M GONNA BUST YOUR A- Oh." Leviathan blinks, realizing he isn't in his room anymore, the controller still within his firm grip. "How long was I in there this time?" His eyes slowly adjust to the light of day when he finally turns to your direction, facing your distraught visage. "Three weeks. And I really tried! But I can't do this on my own. Lucifer and Diavolo laid a serious task on me that is due this week and I need your strategy skills, General." Dropping the controller, Leviathan stands up with glee. It's not every day that he's being asked to perform a task he's actually good at, and nevertheless, by you of all people.
"It's actually Admiral General- but I hear you, let's get to work, Henry!"
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ෆ Satan ━ when you need a problem solved
Satan was a threat that always worked, it was enough to even scare you at times. While capable of controlling wrath, it wasn't wrath that controlled Satan back, but rather something much more terrifying. Satan's magnificent brain had the ability to study anyone's weaknesses, and use it to alter the situation to his favor. He of course, never needed to use it on you, or ever intended to, but his brothers were intimidated by this extension of his powers, and at times, it could come in handy.
"Could you guys please stop fighting?" You huff, physically inserting yourself between yet another argument of Mammon and Leviathan as you were hoping it would prevent the two from crushing each other- and you on the way. Certainly, it was within your power to put an end to it with a simple word, sending them both tumbling down to the floor, but you figured a less aggressive approach would be necessary to stop them from transferring their dispute away from you while rubbing off their bruises. With a shake of your head, after an apology accompanied by a promise to return the favor, you turn to a different solution and forcefully insert their cunning little brother into the scene.
Satan just sighs, crouching down so his lips are at the shell of your ear while his digits tuck a stray hair behind it. "I'll help you, but calling me here like this and interrupting my reading will cost you. I would like to cash in that favor tonight." Rolling up his sleeves, he winks at you before proceeding to fulfill your request.
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ෆ Asmodeus ━ when you need advice
After making a pact with him, you actually never used it as you mostly just communicated through texts or merely walking into each other's rooms. With that said, Asmo was constantly alluding to it, and even stressed how fond he is of the element of surprise that is bound within the pact. (He may or may not have mentioned an incident where Solomon summoned him while he was in the middle of one of his regular calming baths, and winked while telling you he 'hopes you can learn a thing or two from him'.)
It was one of those nights where you were dealing with matters of the heart, and realized that as much as you're enjoying your stay and appreciate everything the residents of the devildom are doing for you, it was in fact taking a toll on you not to be able to reach out to your friends and family for comfort. Perhaps you could use some life advice, or a voice to remind you of the role you were fulfilling for the three worlds; you need someone who is honest, but also thoughtful of your wishes. For that reason, you decide to finally use your pact to call in Asmodeus, knowing better than to wander the halls with a dwelling heart and worry your demons. When Asmo appears in front of you, reading a magazine, he takes one look at your face and immediately recognizes something must be wrong. Approaching you, he collects you in his arms and gently cups your face, eyes sincere with concern as he faces you.
"Oh no, what is it darling? Tell me everything, let me take care of you."
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ෆ Beelzebub ━ when you need a helping hand
It didn't happen too many times as you always felt a little silly to just conjure Beel out of nowhere when you were carrying too much, however, he always materialized in front of you with a wide grin stretching from ear to ear. The truth is, he gave you a free pass to do so because he knew that if you already did, you probably couldn't simply use your phone- maybe you miscalculated the amount of things you need, or you just got carried away, or maybe you're even injured. Whatever reason you may have, it doesn't matter for Beel because he's just a good person that loves helping out, and to you even more so. He did learn to clutch tight on his food though, he doesn't want to leave behind an unfinished plate when you call.
"You know you can just invite me to go with you, right?" Beel appears with a sandwich in his hand, swiftly ridding you off the heavy bags as he gulps down the rest of his food in one bite. "I'm sorry... I had to buy decorations for the party at RAD and didn't want to bore you with the process. I was sure I could handle it but ended up needing so many things I couldn't even reach my phone." You apologize with a sheepish smile. Beel shakes his head before he hoists you up in his arms, carrying you together with the shopping bags.
"I'm never bored when I'm with you."
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ෆ Belphegor ━ when you need a shoulder to lean on
Belphie is usually pretty responsive- but only when he's awake. Which unfortunately, doesn't happen too often. The idea was actually his own, following one particular morning where he snuck into your bed to snuggle up to you, only to come across a bin full of tissues and your tear stained cheeks. His heart shattered when he noticed the missed call on his device, and when you woke up, he sat you down to promise him you'll always turn to him when you're in need of some comfort. Because it's only fair, since he always turns to you.
After a number of successful weeks since the occasion, you've been experiencing a slump- you couldn't keep up with the material in class all while preparing the three worlds festival, and today of all days, was outstandingly exhausting. Finally laying in your bed, you whip up your phone and try to call up your demon for some cuddles, and maybe some sympathy for your cause as well. You give up after a couple of unanswered calls, and a reply from his twin telling you that he's in fact not around, figuring he must've fallen asleep somewhere else.
At first, you hesitate to take Belphegor on his offer, unsure of whether he would actually be okay with you waking him up, or perhaps he's out doing something important. Nonetheless, the only feeling to fill you up once his slumbering figure appears on your bed, is relief. He lazily opens his eyes, a grin tugging on his lips when he reads the situation before he pulls you into his embrace, his slim fingers weave through your hair in soothing motions.
"I'm glad you listened. I never want you to have to handle any bad day alone."
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closed doors pt.2
summary: you all engage in some,, roommate bonding.
pairing: yunho x fem!reader x yeosang
word count: 1.5k
warnings: cheating (question mark?), cuckolding, threesome, rough sex, unprotected sex, petnames, ummmm lmk if there's anything else i should tag idk what I was cooking with this one
read part 1 here
"Yeosang what the fuck are you saying?" Yunho responds first, dropping his hands from your body as if that makes the scene look any better.
"If you told me," he repeats to his friend this time, taking his cap off and walking further inside, "that you wanted to fuck my girlfriend, I would've said yes."
"What baby?" Your brain finally catches up and it's your turn to shoot him a confused look.
"Well, I would've said yes provided you were okay with it, love. Which you clearly are." He's reached the end of the bed now, head tilted in curiosity. You've never seen Yeosang mad, and even though this seems like an apt time, he's anything but.
Yunho seems to read your mind. "Are you not mad at us?"
"I probably should be," Yeosang chuckles, "but I saw this coming from a mile away." He scans the room and shuffles over to Yunho's desk chair, swivelling it to face you two. "Continue."
You and Yunho gasp in unison, and in any other situation your synchrony would've been funny. The only way to describe Yeosang's tone is dominant. It's the voice he uses when you're alone, and one glance at his crotch confirms his intentions. But Yunho doesn't know that (at least you don't think he does) and the whiplash from being caught freezes you both in place.
"Sangie-"
"I said continue," his hand smooths down his shirt and rests comfortably at the waistband of his sweats, "if you want me to forgive you, you need to put on a show."
Your gaze meets Yunho's, and when you see just how turned on being caught got him you know you have no choice. He completely relaxes beneath you, lifting his arms to rest behind his head, giving you free reign. But you still can't move.
"Princess," Yeosang brings your attention back to him, "show him what he's been missing."
The order sends a new rush of arousal through your body, rolling your hips without warning. Yunho groans under you, encouraging you to finally continue. You sit up straight, taking off your shirt and putting your body on full display for both men. The sight makes a satisfied sigh leave Yeosang's lips.
"Do you know what she likes?" He asks from the chair, palming himself over his pants.
"I don't," Yunho responds breathlessly, eyes glued to your chest as you continue to roll your hips. Some part of him in the back of his mind finds it absurd that he's about to take orders from his roommate and friend, but then again this whole situation is absurd. And he loves every single second of it.
"Her nipples are very sensitive. Not enough to make her come, but enough to hear her pretty, pretty voice," the way he talks about you as if you aren't in the room turns you on impossibly more, speeding up and biting your lip at the sensation.
"Yeah? Does your princess want my hands on her?" Yunho smirks, eyes unmoving. It's clear they're both gonna have their fun with you, whether you like it or not (you love it).
Your whimpers clearly aren't enough as Yeosang mumbles "answer him baby" before finally wandering under his sweats. You can just barely see him out of the corner of your eye, but the familiar snap of his waistband tells you he's freely stroking himself now, enjoying the show.
"Please?" Yunho's eyes finally flick up to yours at your plea, dark yet friendly. He's always had nice eyes, ones you didn't mind looking into. Has he always looked at you like this, though? Could Yeosang always tell?
Your thoughts are interrupted by a sharp pinch on your left nipple, followed by light pressure on both as Yunho works you up. His hands are big but soft, firm but gentle as he learns every dip and curve of you. Almost too gentle, and your ever observant boyfriend gets to it before you can.
"No need to treat her nicely," he huffs out. You wish it was a lie. You wish you could be offended by anything they're subjecting you to, but you can't. Yunho only hums in agreement before pulling you down by the nape of your neck, attaching his soft lips to a nipple before you can even register what happened.
"Oh my god," you and your boyfriend nearly say in unison, albeit his much quieter, as you pant above Yunho. The sensation is so overwhelming your hips come to a stop, but he quickly replaces it with deep thrusts, skin slapping skin the only noise rivaling your endless moaning.
When he's satisfied with sucking, he repositions you again to kiss you, nothing but spit and swollen lips. His hips slow almost completely, palming the flesh of your ass as he bounces you on his dick. You exchange whimpers of pleasure as he explores your mouth, swallowing his deep groan as he buries his dick in you fully, holding your hips still.
"Does my baby wanna lay down?" He whispers into your mouth, sitting up and pushing you into the opposite side of the bed before you can say yes. You let out a sigh of relief, massaging your slightly sore thighs.
"Head back doll," Yeosang orders, voice moving towards you. If you were being honest you nearly forgot he was there, but Yunho nudges you up with his own legs until your head rests just off the edge of his mattress. Your boyfriend (can you still call him that when Yunho just called you his baby?) finally appears in your line of sight, kneeling to cup your cheek.
"Tap twice if you need air," he smiles, and doesn't wait for you to respond before maneuvering his tip to your lips. You part them, letting the familiar weight of his dick slide through with ease. Yunho groans at the sight, running his own tip between your folds before thrusting into you again. The sudden movement pushes Yeosang into your throat and you nearly choke, but they give you time to control your breathing. One inhale, one exhale, and then Yunho pulls back and fills you again. He's slow at first, letting his roommate relish in the sensation of your warm mouth, rocking you gently between both men.
"Yun, look," Yeosang sighs above you, placing a light hand near your throat. He thrusts deep enough for a bulge to appear and Yunho's grip on your hips tighten so much it might leave bruises. You only have a few seconds to keep your breathing steady before the taller boy's slamming into you, knocking Yeosang even further into your throat and eliciting a groan from all three of you.
The pace Yunho sets is brutal for everyone involved, your moans completely muffled by Yeosang and the vibrations making him embarrassingly close to coming already. He only eggs you on, hand sliding down your chest to play with a nipple. You think you can hear Yunho groaning "fuck" over and over, but nothing's louder in your ears than your own cries buried deep in your throat.
Someone's hand - probably Yunho's - makes contact with your clit, rubbing in time with his strokes. It's all too overwhelming, the spit running down your face, blood rushing to your head, slick smeared on your thighs, both your friend and boyfriend buried deep inside you. The bubbling heat inside you explodes suddenly and forcefully, legs clenching around Yunho, begging him to stop. He slows only a little, still chasing his own high, pressing soothing circles into your hips as you get hit with waves of pleasure.
Before you can compose yourself you feel Yeosang twitch inside you, hot strings sliding down your throat smoothly. You swallow around him, making him whimper above you before finally pulling out. He leaves a chaste kiss on your lips as if he didn't just fuck your throat raw, holding your head in his hands as support.
"So perfect for me," you hear Yunho grunt, thrusts getting sloppy, "take us both so well, don't you pretty?" When you finally blink enough tears away to see clearly, the vision before you is godly. He pulls out completely to release on your stomach, one hand pumping himself clean, head thrown back in ecstasy as he moans your name. It's like music to your ears, and you swear you hear Yeosang sigh pleasantly along with you.
"How are you feeling baby?" He wipes a trail of spit from your cheek as Yunho pulls you fully back onto the bed, collapsing next to you.
"'m great," you mumble, one hand tangled in his hair as another reaches for Yunho's touch. You all stay like that for a while, Yeosang stroking your hair and Yunho playing with your fingers as you catch your breath. The calm finally brings you back to your senses.
"Do you forgive me?" You look up at your boyfriend with nervous eyes, still unable to read his expression.
"If you answer this one question for me," he leans down to your ear, lips grazing your lobe.
"Yes, baby?"
"Who fucked you better?"
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°•*⁀➷ DRINKING NIGHT: AKAINU
꒰ SYNOPSIS ꒱ : "You always had a terrible excuse to convince Akainu to go drinking with you after work... The funny thing is that it always worked."
꒰ WARNINGS ꒱ : NSFW!! SMUT!! CONTENT+18 AHEAD!! MINORS DNI!! Neutral reader, neutral pronouns, unspecified genitalia, mentions of getting drunk, drunk sex, public sex (without getting caught), casual relationships, unestablished relationship , canonical universe
꒰ WC ꒱ : 761
꒰ NOTES ꒱ : This is one of the fanfics I wrote before the hiatus, it's also one of the ones I decided to save, because I really liked it, so enjoy
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"Hey, I got promoted, let's drink and celebrate" was just a random phrase you said through the den den mushi, but even though it was an innocent phrase, Akainu could see right through your intentions.
"No, I'm busy" you always called him with some excuse to go out together and get drunk.
"Seriously, I'm a Vice Admiral now, you should congratulate me!" You would argue with that one irritated tone, he would always deny going and you would always get mad about it.
"No, you should take advantage of your promotion and go work, instead of drunking yourself until you pass out" he scolds you, although from his tone of voice it was clear that there was no real threat. You knew that try as he might, the Admiral was extremely weak to you.
"What's the matter? Scared of losing a bet and having to pay the bill?" You smirked, he could hear that through the call, you always teased and he always ignored it... It was strange to consider that you were still alive even though you were so insubordinate.
"No, you always lose bets, I'm not the one who passes out after the fifth glass… Besides, I'm your boss now, that wouldn't be appropriate" He spoke, but still didn't hang up. To hear your voice more? To have a little more of your presence? Any reason would be valid, but he would deny it to death.
"Hah… Appropriate? I don't think what we do is very appropriate… Yet you never seemed to care" There was that venomous tone that made him stop what he was doing and take a deep breath so he wouldn't lose control. "Come on… Zuki, don't you like it when we play?"
"I'll hang up" he threatened.
"Hmmm… You don't like to see me in these cute casual clothes? No ugly, closed-off uniforms" you said sassy and teasing, like a demon seducing a prey "Don't you like to see me getting all silly and red in the face? Don't you like it when I get needy clinging to you?"
"You're crazy" he cursed himself mentally.
"Come on… Admiral" you said mockingly "You always complain about drinking with me… But when we're in a random alley, me on my knees swallowing your cock whole while you grab my hair… Oh… You don't seem to think that bad" he could almost hear his smirk.
"Vice Admiral y/n…"
"C'mon… C'mon Zuki… I love when we go out drinking, when you cut me open like a slut in the middle of a deserted street, fuck me until my legs are shaking and cum deep inside" you moaned at the end of the sentence "I love it when you treat me like your personal whore… Please? As a reward for getting promoted?"
Akainu didn't say anything, his hand had already let go of the pen and was now closed in a firm fist. His breathing was a little more labored and he felt his member getting firm. He could imagine exactly the scene that you were describing.
After all, that's what happened every time you went out drinking, you talked, drank, ate. So when you were already crazy he decided to take you home, not trusting you walking around alone, it was exactly in that brief moment of fragility that you attacked.
You would pull it to an empty spot, kneel on the floor and open its mouth by sticking out its tongue. A silent request he always complied with, he knew you liked it when he fucked your mouth, making you gasp and roll your eyes for oxygen, when he gripped your hair so hard it would give you a headache.
You were always touching yourself, so close to the ground looking like a real bitch. Then after you made him come you would prance around showing your needy hole, begging him to finish the job… Oh, and how could he refuse? He loved how you were smaller than him, how he had total dominance when you guys fucked, how he could feel the bulge that formed in your stomach with every stroke he landed.
He loved leaving purple marks on your legs where he held you, or even on your neck and when he choked you, how you kept crying and begging him to keep fucking you orgasm after orgasm. You were only able to be satisfied when he came deep inside you, making you feel completely full.
"Zuki?"
"Meet me at the bar at nine"
Yeah… Akainu could be a man with only one weakness… You.
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Do One of Sihtric falls in love with a Saxon maid of lady Gisela and ends up having a night with her which generates a pregnancy. But the problem is that Sihtric is still married but has feelings for the maid!
Warnings: suggestive, other than that; none.
Pairing: Sihtric x you (f)
Summary: see request!
Word count: 4,9k
Note: thank you for your request & patience! Hope you'll like it :)
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'I wanted to have a reason to come back home, lord.'
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'Lord,' you said, giving Uhtred a firm nod as he passed you on your way to lady Gisela. He smiled and was followed by Finan, who you greeted with a smile, which Finan returned with a slight bow. You felt your cheeks redden when suddenly Sihtric appeared as you continued on your way. A sly smile appeared on his face when he locked eyes with you as he closed in.
'Lady,' he said softly, brushing his fingers lightly over yours in passing.
'Sihtric,' you smiled shyly, and you both glanced back over your shoulder before you disappeared behind the corner.
Gisela, Uhtred and all his men always treated you kindly, as if you weren't just Lady Gisela's maid, but also a friend to the family. They made you feel appreciated, which was a nice change from the previous Lady you had worked for. But despite them all being kind, Sihtric was the only one who always called you lady. You weren't deserving of that title, you were still just a maid, which you had told him once already, but he had clearly ignored that. You knew he was married, so you didn't think much of it at first, but as time passed he became more flirty with you, which made you confused. But the real problem was, you were head over heels for him.
Uhtred and his men had only recently returned home after rescuing Aethelflaed from the hands of the Danes, Erik and Sigefrid. Gisela wanted to celebrate their safe return and you helped her dress up for the event, but she had forgotten her necklace in the bedroom, which you had just fetched before you ran into Uhtred and his men.
'Lady Gisela,' you said when you found her, 'here, the necklace.'
'Oh, thank you!' Gisela smiled and turned so you could put the necklace around her neck. 'Have you been running?' she suddenly asked when she faced you again.
'Running, my lady?'
'Your cheeks,' she giggled, 'all red.'
'Oh,' you embarrassedly looked away, 'no, I wasn't running.'
'Oh,' Gisela looked at you for a moment and giggled again, 'so then it is a boy?' to which your cheeks heated up even more.
'So it is a boy!' Gisela smiled and took your hands, 'who is it?'
'It's… no one. I don't have a chance.'
'Oh, don't be foolish. Any man should be lucky to have you, tell me.'
'No,' you chuckled lightly, 'I mean it. I do not have a chance. He- he is married.'
'Oh,' Gisela said softly, her smile fading.
'Oh, no, no! It's not Lord Uhtred!' you quickly said, 'I would never!'
'Thank the gods,' Gisela laughed, 'but I wasn't worried about that. I know you have no feelings for him, it is clear to me. But I still wonder who…,' she raised her eyebrows.
'Sihtric,' you blurted out, quickly hiding your face in your hands.
'Sihtric?' Gisela gasped softly, 'but… he married when you already knew him?'
You could tell she felt sad for you, knowing you must have been heartbroken at the entire turn of events. And you had been. You had avoided Sihtric for a few weeks after his marriage, and avoided his wife even more so, but you couldn't keep away from him as he was often around Uhtred, who was married to the lady you served.
'I would never want to ruin his marriage, my lady.'
'I know. I know you wouldn't. But,' she paused, 'I actually have noticed how his eyes always find you when he's here.'
'What?'
'It is true,' Gisela smiled softly, 'men are not to be understood, so I do not know what his intention is with you. But maybe,' she paused, 'maybe he didn't marry the right woman. We all know that sweet boy rushed into marriage,' she chuckled lightly.
'Does it make me a bad person that I hope his marriage fails?'
'No, it does not,' Gisela comforted you, 'if your heart belongs to someone, it simply belongs to that person only.'
'But it seems his heart does not belong to me, my lady, it doesn't make sense.'
'Trust destiny,' Gisela squeezed your hands lightly, 'take any chance that is given to you.'
'Even if he is married?'
'Even if he is married,' she winked, 'he is still the only one who decides to let his eyes wander to you. So why not enjoy it? He will be at the celebration tonight,' she giggled, 'so I think you should put on a pretty dress, and not be a maid tonight, but a lady.'
'Really?'
'Really. Let me help you pick something to wear.'
'Thank you, my lady,' you smiled, 'but… won't his wife be there too?'
'She will,' Gisela smiled cheekily, 'but you are ten times the woman she is. Don't tell anyone I said that,' she chuckled, 'now, hurry. Let's find you a dress!'
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Sihtric fidgeted with his rings as he waited for his wife to finally get ready and join him to the celebration. He cursed himself for thinking of you, while his wife was right there, but he couldn't help himself. He was attracted to you, even more than that, he simply had feelings for you. But he was married and he loved his wife, at least, that's what he kept telling himself. He would never want to harm her, but he had to be honest, marriage with her was not how he thought it would be. She always complained about everything. About him, about his work, about Uhtred, about the town, about the house he had bought them with his own silver. It seemed like nothing was ever good enough for her, and Sihtric didn't know what to do about it. He married her to feel loved, to not be alone anymore and to give him a reason to get through each battle. Yet he doesn't feel loved, he doesn't want to come home after battle and spends a lot of time on his own outside near the river, or getting drunk in the alehouse with Finan. The latter she complained about too. Sihtric also wanted to be a father, but his wife was reluctant, which put another strain on their marriage.
As Sihtric waited for his wife to dress up, he suddenly thought of the first time he had seen you. It was a late, cold winter night when he had to stand watch. The entire Burh was quiet and empty as everyone was asleep, except for you and Sihtric.
But you never knew he had seen you that night. You were awake because Gisela had been feeling a little under the weather that evening. You had just brought her some tea, and as you were done tidying up the kitchen, you saw it was snowing. And you ran outside.
Sihtric immediately fell for you when he had seen you that night, in the middle of the empty town square, lit up by torches, holding your hands up to the sky as you swayed and twirled in the snow falling around you. Sihtric melted at the sound of your soft laugh, and he wanted nothing more than to join and dance in the snow with the beautiful lady he saw that night, but he couldn't leave his post. He remembered your features, even though he had only seen you from a slight distance, and he had never gotten you out of his head after that. Shortly after that night, he found out who you were, and when you would barely speak to him, he took it as a sign he would never have a chance with you. So he tried to forget about you and ended up getting married.
He never knew you didn't talk to him because you couldn't stop yourself from blushing whenever he was near, and you were too shy to speak to him, he was a warrior and you were just a maid.
Sihtric smiled at the thought of you when his wife finally walked in the room.
'I have decided I will not be going tonight.'
'What, why?' Sihtric asked, agitated.
'I am tired.'
'But,' he scoffed, 'I've been waiting here for you for over an hour already.'
'I do not wish to go,' she said curtly.
'Fine,' he shrugged, 'but I am going.'
'No,' she snapped, 'I want you to stay here, with me.'
'Sigdeflaed, no,' he said, 'they are celebrating for me too. I can't not show up, I am going.'
'If you go now, then you don't have to come back.'
'What?'
'You can sleep at Uhtred's. He always needs you anyway.'
Sihtric sighed and heatedly grabbed his cloak before he walked to the door.
'I have never mistreated you, I gave you everything, yet you gave me nothing in return,' he said before he slammed the door shut behind him.
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You nervously picked at your dress as you were watching Sihtric from a distance. He looked so handsome tonight, as per usual, but it seemed like there was something different about him. As if he seemed… happier, more free. You suddenly felt someone nudge your shoulder, interrupting your gaze at the young warrior.
'Have you noticed it too?' Gisela said, nudging your shoulder again.
'What?' you felt flustered, knowing she had caught you staring.
'Sihtric.'
'Y-yes, I noticed him,' you smiled shyly.
'No, I mean, he's alone. His wife is not here.'
'What?' you quickly looked around the room, then back to Gisela, 'where is she?'
'Uhtred told me they had a bit of a fight before he showed up tonight,' Gisela smiled slightly, 'so, I think you should go talk to him.'
'What! No, no. I cannot, my lady.'
'Yes, you can. I didn't dress you up nicely for nothing,' she teased, 'go to him.'
You sighed and blushed again. But before you could turn to walk over to Sihtric, Gisela pulled you back by your hand and quickly loosened the laces at the front of your dress a little, showing a bit more cleavage.
'Okay, now go,' she smiled.
'I-I… my lady, this… I-'
'Make him realise what he could have had,' Gisela winked and gave you another push.
'But-' you tripped over your dress as she pushed you, and you were caught by Uhtred, who chuckled at you before his eyes grew bigger upon seeing your… dress. He opened his mouth to speak but Gisela hushed him and motioned you to go.
'She is to make someone see what he missed out on,' Gisela smiled.
'Who?' Uhtred frowned, still a little flustered by the sight of your dress and "the laces" at the front.
Gisela and Uhtred both watched you awkwardly take a step forward and another back, several times, before you finally went to sit down next to Sihtric.
'Sihtric?' Uhtred chuckled, 'serious?'
Gisela nodded to which Uhtred looked thoughtful for a moment.
'She would be a perfect wife for him,' he eventually said.
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You hesitantly sat down next to Sihtric, keeping your face turned from him. Sihtric didn't notice someone sitting next to him, as he was busy trying not to spill a jug ale while Finan, clearly drunk, tried to steal the jug out of his hands which involved a lot of laughter and shouting from both men.
You took a few deep breaths, looked over at Uhtred and Gisela, who gave you both a reassuring nod, and you finally turned to Sihtric and opened your mouth to speak.
'Sihtri-' you got immediately interrupted when Finan shouted something as you suddenly felt the entire jug of ale splash all over your face, throwing your hands up in a reflex as it splashed into your hair, in your half open mouth, down your noticeable cleavage and into your dress, while the rest spilled down into your lap.
The entire room suddenly became quiet, looking over to where Finan's shout came from. And then everyone laid eyes upon the woman, wearing a beautiful light pink coloured dress, who was now drenched in an entire jug of ale. The jug of ale which Sihtric held in his hands, the jug of ale which Finan had tried to steal from him, making it a game of pulling the jug back and forth between them, before Finan decided he wanted to prank Sihtric. So Finan had let go of the jug, just when Sihtric gave it a firm pull, and the intention was for it to spill all over Sihtric. But Sihtric wasn't drunk yet, so he was quick to react and, not knowing someone sat next to him, he brought the cup over his shoulder, avoiding it entirely but spilling it all over you when Finan had shouted 'behind you!' to Sihtric just as you just opened your mouth to speak. Sihtric turned to you right after he heard Finan, but it was already too late.
Uhtred gasped when he understood what had happened, as did Gisela and grabbed her husband's hand.
You opened your eyes and huffed, spitting out whatever ale had gotten into your mouth. You looked down at your dress and you felt your cheeks turn the reddest they could possibly go when you knew the entire room was looking at you. You heard people start to laugh and several men whistled at the sight of you in your, now ruined, dress soaked with ale.
'Lady,' Sihtric gasped, only now seeing it was you, 'I- I'm so sorry!' he turned back to Finan, giving him a panicked look.
Finan, equally in shock, just shrugged at him and couldn't bring out a word. Sihtric turned back to you, still holding the jug and just watched you, breathless. He was in complete panic and felt horrible for what just happened, but despite the incident, he was mainly too stunned to speak as he took in the sight of you in that pink dress, which he had just ruined, still thinking you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
'Eh, a-a toast! Time for a toast!' Gisela suddenly said, drawing all the attention to her, 'everyone gather around!'
And as everyone turned their heads to Gisela, you lowered your hands, blinking rapidly and trying not to panic. You felt so embarrassed. You weren't mad at Sihtric, or at Finan, it was an accident. But you just couldn't look at Sihtric, who was still gazing at you, completely smitten while feeling equally ashamed. You quickly stood up, avoiding eye contact with everyone and you turned to run out of the room as quickly as you could. Gisela saw you run away and quickly told the crowd that Uhtred would like to say a few words, shoving her husband towards the crowd, leaving him speechless and desperately trying to find anything to say while Gisela ran after you. She beckoned Sihtric to follow, and he dropped the empty jug out of his hands as he jumped up to run after her.
Gisela found you in your room, upset and ashamed. She ordered Sihtric to fetch buckets of clean water, clean rags and a towel. Sihtric was quick to return, and then she told him to fetch clean clothes for you. He quickly went on his way while Gisela helped you out of your dress, cleaning you up as fast as she could.
'Please, my lady, will you leave? I can clean up myself. That is not your duty.'
'Don't be foolish,' Gisela hushed.
'No, please. I-I wish to be alone.'
'Are you sure?' she sighed.
You nodded at her and took the rag out of her hands, cleaning yourself up further while she gave you an understanding smile.
'I will tell Sihtric to leave the clean clothes outside the door for you.'
'Thank you,' you said before she walked away. You quickly cleaned yourself up and covered your body with the towel when you heard a knock on your door.
'Who is it?'
'S-Sihtric, lady,' his voice muffled through the door.
'You… you can come in,' you said, desperately wanting clean clothes.
Sihtric walked in and closed the door behind him before he directed his eyes up at you, holding his cloak in his hands, but he quickly looked down at his feet when he saw you were only covered by a towel.
'Lady,' he said, nervously, 'I-I couldn't find your clothes, or any clothes for that matter. So I-I… here,' he held out his cloak to you, keeping his eyes fixated on his feet, 'take my cloak, lady, please.'
'Oh,' you said softly and reached out to take his cloak. You threw it around your shoulders and dropped your towel. You wrapped yourself in his soft, warm cloak and went to sit on your bed.
When Sihtric noticed you were covered up he looked at you again and nervously shuffled towards you.
'Lady, I am so sorry. I am a fool. I-I… I didn't mean to- I didn't know you sat next to me. I-,'
'I know' you sighed, 'I know it was an accident.'
'Please, lady, tell me how I can make it up to you,' he shuffled closer to you as he spoke.
'It's fine,' you chuckled lightly, 'I just wish we will forget about it.'
'Of course, my lady.'
'And stop calling me lady, please, I am not a lady,' you sighed, 'I'm merely a peasant.'
'I think of you more as a goddess,' Sihtric smiled shyly, and he hesitantly chuckled, 'lady.'
'You truly are a fool,' you smiled, 'sit down.'
Sihtric cautiously sat down next to you, and even though he tried, he could not keep his eyes off you. He loved the way you looked, all wrapped up in his cloak, and he would throw a drink in your face every damn day if it meant he could wrap you in his cloak afterwards and be this close to you.
'I- I thought you looked very beautiful tonight,' Sihtric said softly as he looked at you like no man had ever done before, 'even now.'
'You haven't even seen me before you spilled the ale,' you laughed softly.
'But I have. I saw you with lady Gisela, she took your hands and she must have said something funny, because I saw you smiled.'
'Oh,' you blushed, 'where is your wife?' you bluntly asked, wanting to distract him from your red cheeks.
Sihtric sighed, looked down at his feet again and shook his head lightly.
'She's home. She didn't want to join me tonight.'
'But why? I mean, it's kind of a celebration for you too.'
'I told her that too,' he chuckled, 'but she refused. And,' he paused, 'she kind of kicked me out too.'
'What?'
'She said if I left tonight, I wouldn't have to come back. That I should find a bed at Uhtred's, because he always needs me anyway. Or so she thinks.'
'I'm sorry, Sihtric,' you said softly and instinctively reached for his hand, 'you deserve better.'
Sihtric looked at you with big eyes and allowed your palm to rest on the back of his hand.
'I-I'm sorry, that was very rude of me. I overstepped. I don't mean to insult your wife-'
'No,' Sihtric hushed you, 'you're right, actually. She hasn't,' he paused for a moment, 'she hasn't been good to me. But I married her, so,' he chuckled painfully, 'it's what I deserve.'
'It's not,' you turned to fully face him and took his hand in yours, 'you seem really sweet,' you blushed, 'you deserve someone who will make you happy. Not someone who makes you unhappy. When was the last time you were happy? Like, truly happy?'
Sihtric looked down at his hand in yours, and for a while he didn't speak. But you didn't mind that, you always worried you'd feel awkward when you'd finally be alone with Sihtric, and you had practised it a million times in your head, but now it was finally happening there was no awkwardness. Not even when you were both silent. And then you saw how his lips curled into a shy smile and he rubbed his thumb over your hand.
'One night,' Sihtric spoke softly, 'quite a while ago, when it was winter. It was a cold night when I had to stand watch back then, and it started to snow. It was the first snow of the year and everyone was asleep,' he smiled lovingly recalling the memory, but kept looking down at your hands, 'and suddenly, in the middle of the night when no one was around, and the fresh snow was still untouched, I saw how a beautiful woman danced in the snow. All alone. Without a care in the world. And she was smiling, and it was the most beautiful smile I had ever seen. She was,' he chuckled, 'she was actually the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. And all I wanted was to join her, to take her hands and dance with her. Because, I thought,' his smile faded slowly, 'I thought I could marry her. And maybe I could be as free and careless and as happy as she was. But I didn't think I had a chance with her, so I never married her. But… I still think she is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. And if I hadn't been a fool,' he sighed and shook his head, 'but, to answer your question, lady,' he looked up at you and smiled, 'that night was the happiest I had ever felt. Knowing that someone like her exists. Someone who enjoys the little things, like dancing in the snow at midnight. Someone who - who enjoys little things like that, the same way I do.'
'Sihtric,' you sighed, completely taken aback once you realised he had seen you that night. He took both your hands and pulled you closer slowly.
'And I have never stopped thinking about you,' he whispered as he leaned into you. And he lightly brushed his lips against yours, before he gently cupped your cheeks and kissed you deeply, lovingly, and most of all longingly.
All kinds of thought ran through your head as he kissed you, but mostly the thought that he was married. But then you remembered Gisela told you to take any chance you could. And this was your chance. This was the man who your heart belonged to. So you allowed yourself to get lost in his kiss, and you pulled him gently on top of you as you laid down.
His lips were soft and warm, slightly chapped but still gentle while firm. His hands were slightly damp, warm and rough, and he held your face with all the care in the world, as if he was terrified to damage the beauty he was finally holding. And you brought your hands up to his neck, pulling him even closer, his skin smooth and warm under your fingertips. He was patient, tender, kissing you slowly while he took his time to bring his hands down from your cheeks to the clasp of his cloak around your neck, opening it just as slowly as the way he dragged his tongue over your lips. He'd been dreaming of this moment ever since he first saw you and wanted to savour every second he finally had with you. He kept his slow pace as he moved his hands under the cloak, his fingertips carefully tracing over your skin while he pushed the dark fur off your figure. And he only broke the kiss because he wanted to watch how he slowly exposed you underneath him. His breathing was heavy, but slow and steady, as he watched your naked body with adoration, as if he had never seen such beauty before. His eyes were full of passion, love and most of all; happiness. Sihtric smiled at you, tucking a strand of damp hair out of your face as he asked, 'do you want me tonight, my love?'
You sighed with a smile and said you wanted him, with pure bliss and disbelief as you looked up into his mismatched eyes. Your cheeks, rosy, just like his while both your faces glistened in the candle light as he leaned back in to kiss you.
And the way you parted your lips for him, so he could slip his tongue inside your mouth, felt just as natural to you as the way you parted your legs for him, so he could bring his body in between your thighs, before his hands and lips discovered every inch of your body.
Squeezing, kissing, grabbing, licking, pinching, sucking, pulling and biting every part of you he possibly could. He would worship you tonight, like the goddess you were to him. And he thought of all those stories about Valhalla. That it is a paradise and a place of pure happiness. But he'd swear that Valhalla would be nothing compared to your body. And he made love to you that night as if it was the last time he'd ever make love. Slow, passionate, sensual and lustful love. He'd praise you, whispering how good you feel, how delicious you taste, how beautiful you are and how nothing and no one could ever compare to you. He'd moan sweet nothings in your ear as he slowly bucked his hips into you, letting you enjoy every inch of him inside you while you gave him pure happiness and made him feel so unreservedly in love with you. And he could never love anyone the way he loved you, just like he could never feel more loved by anyone other than you.
You kissed each other through your highs, and he held you close when you both felt yourself coming back to this world again. And Sihtric must've told you a thousand times how he loves you and how he would rather die than not have you. And you said that he should stay the night, since his foolish wife did not wish to share her bed with him and he had already made your bed warm, so it was only fair if he'd get to sleep in it.
The next morning you woke up with Sihtric in your arms. And as he tried to wake himself up, you made sure he felt loved. Planting soft kisses on his forehead, his temple, the tip of his nose, his jaw, his chin, then kiss each scare on his face before you kiss his lips. And you both wished he could stay, but Uhtred needed him. And he thought about how his wife had been right, and how she would've cursed at him again before he'd leave for Uhtred, whereas you had pulled Sihtric close, standing on your tiptoes to somewhat match his height, and you kissed him until his lips were bruised, leaving him with your memory before he left you to change into his armour at home and then took off with Uhtred and Finan.
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It had been a couple of weeks since you had slept with Sihtric, and Gisela knew something was wrong when she saw you throw up in the morning. She confirmed what you already feared; you were pregnant. You told her what had happened. Gisela was in shock, as were you, and she immediately called for Uhtred, who had only just returned, to tell him what had happened. Uhtred left, and moments later he came back, dragging Sihtric along with him by the collar of his dirty armour and he shoved him inside the room. Sihtric kept his eyes at his feet, as if expecting some form of punishment. He glanced at you a few times and you could see the concern on his face.
'Sihtric,' Uhtred said curtly, 'you know what you have done.'
'I-I'm sorry, lord, it won't happen again, lord,' he said quickly.
'You are married!'
'I am, lord.'
'Happily married?'
'I am not, lord.'
'Have you spoken to your wife?'
'No, lord, she seems to have packed her belongings and left in the night during the celebration, lord.'
'Sigdeflaed left?'
'Yes, lord. It-it appears to be so, lord,' Sihtric said, still avoiding any eye contact as he focused on his feet.
'Why did you lie to me?'
'I-I would never, lord.'
'Then why did you tell me you wanted to marry her?'
'I wanted to have a reason to come back home, lord,' he paused, 'a-and to feel loved, lord.'
'And now she's gone?'
'She is, lord.'
'Are you hurt?'
'No, lord, I… I am free.'
'And you love this woman?' Uhtred pointed at you.
'Yes, lord,' Sihtric said shyly and gave you a quick glance.
'And you swear to honour her and protect her?'
'Yes, lord, I swear it,' Sihtric kneeled down fast and held his Mjölnir pendant in his hands, 'on Thor's hammer, I swear it, lord.'
'And you are willing to marry her?'
'Yes, lord!'
'And you have humped her already?'
'I, I-' he sighed, embarrassed for you more than for himself, 'yes, lord,' he said quietly.
'You wish to have a family of your own?'
'Yes, lord.'
'And you are ready to become a father?'
'Ye-,' Sihtric paused and looked up at Uhtred, confused, 'lord?'
Uhtred chuckled, as did Gisela. And you just stared at him, anxiously awaiting his reaction when he finally looked at you.
'I-I am to become a father?'
'Yes,' you smiled cautiously and nodded, 'I…I carry your pup, Sihtric.'
He needed a moment to process your words. 'My- mine?' he gasped with a smile.
'And I do not wish for this child to not have a father.'
'I will never let that happen,' Sihtric stood up and took you in his arms, 'my child will feel loved by both parents, you have my word. I want to marry you, if-if you will have me, my lady.'
'I am not a lady,' you chuckled and looked up at him, 'but I will be your lady.'
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Good morning, Miss Marple
It's 7 a.m, local time and I just woke up to take my antibiotic, with an alert to your latest post.
I will answer it. I think it is really needed, this time.
You write:
The problem is, I haven't accused you of anything. An Anon submission dropped in @bat-cat-reader's inbox suggested you might have used that (or any similar) application. My post just described how Snoopreport and Glassagram work, as I wrote very clearly, something you seem to conveniently ignore:
People are curious, like that. You had an Anon yourself the day before, asking you how you did your research:
You answered : 'no, there is no app for that' and I believed you. You did not say, as it would have been logical, 'there are some apps on the market for that, but I do not use them'. You just implied there are no such apps and people found your answer wanting. I do not know how this is called and I will not go there: it simply, objectively, happened like that.
I did not start anything. I didn't even mention you in my post, other than putting it into context - Anon's ask. And I simply questioned the morality of having such tools available on a deregulated market, for anyone to use in order to become Super Sleuth. Last I know, you are a person, not a firm:
I refused to accuse you of doing such a thing, in a very clear way :
It is, indeed, sad to read such things as your long diatribe. For your information, my post prompted rather this type of reactions: parents, teachers, women being worried and sickened by knowing such spying tools were available. I will select two of them:
I did mention you in my comments, though. That is true and I was very infuriated when I wrote them. Infuriated and revolted, yes. A logical reaction, for which I am sorry. Very much uncalled for: I should have kept my nerves where they do belong. Nobody is perfect and I should have completely ignored you in this context.
You also accuse me of attacking your deceased mother in a comment under another post:
This comment, to be precise:
I had no intention of slandering your family, let alone your mother, Marple. I simply meant, in a tasteless joke, you would throw anyone under the bus for the sake of a scoop. I still think you would. I am sorry to hear she is deceased and attacking one's life and family is not my way to deal with such things. Questioning the existence of a private life, when you clearly monitor someone's every breath and move on social media, is not attacking you.
Unlike you. You have no problems writing things like this one, when you need a convenient venting outlet:
As for inciting my followers, please. From the person who posted a derisive, borderline calumny bingo game featuring me, and my vomit inducing posts. Prompting them to 'have fun with it':
Is this not slander? If my goal, by explaining how two spying apps work, was to 'put you in a bad light', what was yours, when you wrote what you consistently wrote about me since at least August?
You should answer these questions to yourself, not me. I do not care about your justifications, just wanted to set the record straight on all this drama, in all honesty. My research on the apps topic took 25 minutes.
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steve rogers x fem reader
a/n: there's a little bit of reference to smut/nsfw things--proceed with caution. any and all mistakes are mine :) feedback is encouraged and appreciated! xoxo
Steve comes home to your shared apartment, placing his work bag on the couch, sighing in relief at being in a place of comfort rather than his hellhole job.
He hears music playing lowly, coming from your cracked door. He approaches with the intent of announcing his return, but he stops in his tracks when he catches sight of you through the sliver of space. His breath stutters out of him.
You’re dressed in your beloved chiffon robe that stops mid-thigh, a pair of flimsy, high leg lace panties, and a matching garter belt. The robe is untied, barely covering your breasts and showcasing your sternum and bellybutton as it hangs open.
You have one foot propped on top of your bed as you slip your toes into a thigh high stocking, delicately pulling it up your shapely leg. You secure it to the straps dangling off the belt and reach for the other stocking.
Steve wonders if you're doing it so slowly, so sensually, on purpose. His cheeks and ears feel warm, knowing he should walk away and stop invading your privacy like this. You're his roommate, one of his best friends. He's crossing a line. His mother raised him to be a gentleman, for fuck’s sake.
But fucking hell, he could stand here watching you put on stockings over and over and over—
“Again.”
You jump at the sound of his gruff voice, your head whipping to the door where Steve is now standing frozen, rooted to the spot, his face flaming. Now he really should leave, but you're walking over and opening the door the rest of the way before he can even unglue his feet from the floor.
Regardless of how breathtaking you look when angry, your stare fierce and lips pulled into a disapproving frown, it's extremely hard for Steve to keep his eyes on your face. Your chest heaves with your breaths. Try as he might, he can't help but notice your nipples hardening beneath your robe, can see the full shape of them through the nearly fully sheer fabric.
The sound of you clearing your throat makes his gaze snap up to yours. Your expression has gone calculating.
“I'm sorry,” he rasps.
You quirk a brow. “Are you?”
Steve open and closes his mouth a couple times, floundering for a response when it clearly should be a resounding yes.
Instead, he hears himself finally reply, “Not in the slightest.”
Your mouth falls open in shock. Even Steve feels gobsmacked by his own answer. He's about to apologize for the second time when you suddenly burst into giggles. He stares in bewilderment as you cover your mouth with your hand, closing your eyes as you're unable to stop laughing.
“I can't believe you,” you manage through hiccuping giggles. You lightly smack his arm. “I had a whole plan of seduction and you just ruined it.”
Steve blinks. “Huh?”
You take a dangerous step closer to him, your eyes now twinkling with mischief. “Did you think I wouldn't notice how you look at me? That I'd be blind to the desire in your stare?” You softly tut your tongue. “Seriously, Steve, you should give me more credit than that.”
“What… I–I don't… What?”
You giggle at his struggle and Steve huffs.
“Are you going to deny it?” you challenge.
He clenches his jaw, meeting your defiant gaze. “Suppose it'd be stupid to even try,” he says after a pause.
Your answering grin is smug, terribly pleased with yourself. Steve steps into your space, crossing the threshold of your bedroom. It makes you crane your neck up and he finds some satisfaction in that detail. He reaches behind him to shut your door with a firm click. The smile begins falling from your lips as you search his face.
“You wanted to seduce me?” Steve asks rhetorically. “Consider me seduced.”
He herds you to your bed, the backs of your thighs bumping into the foot of it. You're doing your best to appear unaffected, but as you've so helpfully pointed out, he has a habit of observing you. He knows how to read your every expression. If he was a betting man, he'd say your heart is racing, and perhaps, your panties are growing damp.
“What did you plan on happening next?” he questions, tugging at the front of your robe.
You let out a tiny gasp, biting your lip, but offer no reply. Steve smirks.
“Guess I'll just have to take the reins.” The robe slips off your shoulders at Steve’s nudge. He leans down, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he murmurs, “I’m leaving the stockings on you.”
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Time-Travel Fuck-It Wednesday #4. This fic is now significantly longer than I intended or expected, and you'd think I'd be used to it by now but nope. Shocked Pikachu.jpeg every time.
Anyway, have some emotional porn. More emotion than porn.
Yuuji says, “Let me take care of you.”
Satoru blinks up at him. “I think that should be my line.”
“No.” Yuuji shakes his head. “You’re always doing that. My turn.”
“You have very low standards for care, Yuuji.”
Yuuji hums, indulgent and noncommittal, but it’s clear his attention is on the hand steadily unzipping Satoru’s jacket. He lifts his body off Satoru, straddling him instead while he sets about stripping him. And Satoru finds himself playing the part of a pretty doll, strangely curious what Yuuji intends to do. He’s used to those calloused hands touching him with hunger and tenderness both, their hard-earned skill laced with an abundance of affection, but there’s something different today in how he’s going about it. The simmering intent in his eyes isn’t exactly alien, but there’s a weight to it that settles heavily over Satoru’s own bones.
Yuuji takes his time stripping Satoru, pausing to press gentle hands and warm lips to each bared body part. You’d think the novelty would have worn off by now, with how often and how easily Satoru gives himself over to this boy, but Yuuji’s gaze and touch have not yet grown any less hungry, any less reverent. And Satoru has had plenty of time to learn that he’ll never be immune to being wanted like this—all his godhood and monstrosity stripped away to reveal the hot human core.
His pants are the last to go, and it’s adorable, how Yuuji acts like abandoning his perch on Satoru’s thighs is the hardest thing he’s ever had to do.
“Cute,” Satoru murmurs, and Yuuji’s eyes flicker upward, catching on Satoru’s gaze like he can’t quite help it. The pink on his cheeks is still there, never having left, but it’s his eyes that brighten at the praise.
He makes quick work of Satoru’s pants, even pausing to take off his shoes and socks. He lingers there too, crouched at the foot of the bed with Satoru’s foot in his grip. His thumb traches the arch of it, and the pressure is too firm to tickle, but the tenderness burned into the skin there isn’t any less devastating. Yuuji lets go with a final squeeze, all five fingers wrapping tight around the middle of that foot.
Satoru feels that grip all through his body, his chest and his throat throbbing in tandem.
Yuuji’s nice enough to provide a distraction the next moment, leaving the bed to strip out of his own clothes. Satoru watches greedily, and alright, maybe he does know why Yuuji never seems to lose that touch of awe at seeing him naked. Yuuji favors oversized clothes and never minds his posture, and it’s not a lack of confidence, Satoru knows, only a failure to care about appearance or presence. Yuuji’s priorities have never been in how he’s perceived. But that just means it’s a shock to the system when he shows his truth.
Soft skin stretched taut over hard muscle. Human meat wrapped around a core of inhuman power.
Heat pools in Satoru’s gut, dripping down to where his cock lies against his thigh. It’s mostly soft, Yuuji’s touches having burrowed into parts of Satoru that were concerningly above the waist, but one look at the way Yuuji crawls back into bed to loom over him says it won’t stay that way very long.
For a moment, Yuuji doesn’t do anything. He just looks, burning eyes trailing heat along everything they touch. Satoru thrusts out his chest and spreads his legs, muscles clenched all over and breath held fast. Yuuji needs no enticement, his interest blatant from the living dark of his eyes to the heavy cock between his legs, but Satoru’s always been hard-wired to put on a show.
Yuuji’s throat clicks around a swallow.
“You’re so pretty,” he breathes.
Satoru shivers.
It’s a little ridiculous. This isn’t news. Satoru knows what he looks like, and he knows how and why others look at him with the kind of heat Yuuji’s cooking in right now.
But the way Yuuji’s looking at him, the way he sounds—
“Flattery will get you everywhere,” Satoru says, but it comes out too serious, more warning than teasing.
And Yuuji’s never met a warning sign he won’t prance past with a smile on his face, has he?
Case in point—the hands on Satoru’s hips, the lips on his throat, the prayer pressed into his skin. Yuuji kisses his way down the length of his torso, his mouth soft and wet but never staying long enough for Satoru to feel it. The aftertouch lingers, warm phantoms trailing down his body from neck to navel.
His dick is almost fully hard by the time Yuuji’s mouth reaches it, and the heat of it does the rest. There’s pleasure in Yuuji’s eyes, the kind that’s hot with pure satisfaction, as he pulls back to suckle on the head. Satoru finally reaches for him, cupping the side of his face and tracing the curve of his lips. Yuuji makes a quiet, happy noise around the head, his eyes fluttering closed.
He slides sweetly down Satoru’s cock, barely hesitating when it nudges the back of his throat.
Satoru fists his free hand in the sheets and keeps the other gentle on Yuuji, petting his jaw and neck. He’s rewarded with wet clench of muscles and the shudder of a tongue, and then another and another, and Yuuji’s face has gone from pink to a blotchy red, all of him clearly screaming for air, but he keeps himself there, stubborn and scorching, nails digging into Satoru’s hips as he makes himself choke.
“Yuuji,” Satoru rasps, tugging at his hair with no real force. “Easy.”
Yuuji’s eyes open, heavy-lidded and lazy as they meet Satoru’s stare. And he holds it while he pulls off, an exquisitely slow slide that has Satoru clenching every one of his muscles to keep himself in place instead of fucking up into Yuuji’s mouth.
Yuuji pants over his cock, his lips a wet, ripe red. Satoru wipes it clean of the mess—
—and brings his hand to his own mouth, humming around the taste of spit and precome.
Yuuji’s hands convulse on his hips, bruising the flesh.
He says, “Turn around.”
That’s a little unexpected, but Satoru only arches an eyebrow before doing as told—well, he makes an attempt.
“You’ll have to let me go first,” he points out, raising an eyebrow at the hands still clamped on his hips. “Conflicted, Yuuji?”
“Yes,” comes the frank answer, even as Yuuji lets go, prying his fingers away and swaying back to give Satoru room to move. “Sometimes, I wish there were two of me, just so I touch you everywhere, all the time.”
Satoru swallows, throat suddenly painfully dry.
“I’m not sure I’d survive,” he mutters, turning around as asked. With Yuuji’s blisteringly earnest expression no longer in view, it’s easier to add, “Well, I guess dying on dick isn’t a bad way to go. Definitely better than the last time.”
Palms settle at the base of his back, thumbs fondling the twin dimples there. A not-insignificant portion of Yuuji’s weight comes to rest on Satoru as those hands slide up the length of his back in a slightly savage version of a massage. They stop on his shoulders, and then there are lips brushing over his nape and a cheek rubbing against his undercut, before warm breath falls on the shell of his ear.
“That’s not how this goes, Satoru,” Yuuji says, hushed like a secret. “You live.”
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(Nutjob anon!)
Okay, I had and idea! Are you aware of the trope about "Sex pollen"? It's exactly what the name implies, and a lot of people like to use it with Tighnari due to his forest ranger job. But a couple of days ago, I thought about a similar scenario but with a different outcome.
The scenario would be quite straight forward:
He goes out for patrol, finds a new and strange looking plant, and even with all the precautions he took when approaching it, he still got dosed with a blanket of spores. He immediately marked the place in his map and booked it to his personal hut, taking his safety first and it will also help him determinate what this plant's effect would do to humans.
But even after half a week, he has yet to see any effects. He feels fine, a little loose on the tongue in terms of honesty; his usual filter used for the idiotic travellers and New rangers was a little bit off but he manage to catch himself just in time. So he thought he could go out and resume his usual work.
That is, of course, when he spots you walking and talking with another ranger, the two of you laughing and Tighnari's baring of his fangs at the sight of that not-so friendly arm around your waist comes a tad bit louder and aggressive than he wanted to.
He marches with heavy steps. He knows he should tone down the frown on his face, not yank the arm and apologise when the person gasped in pain, but his brain simply doesn't want to cooperate. All of the fumbled words of the other ranger fell deaf on Tighnari's ears, his eyes never straying from your surprised ones as he informs the ranger about their "sudden" rescheduling. They leave without questioning, and when Tighnari truly sensed them out of range, he places a hand on your lower back and harshly pushes you into resuming your previous destination.
The air between you two is quite heavy. At some point of the walk, his hand crept up from your back to the nape of your neck, no longer pushing but the warm and firmness sensed through the gloves didn't allow you to relax. What might have you done to make the patient and nice Tighnari to react like that?
Your need of a reasons was something that Tighnari was also contemplating. He wants to say something, anything to make sure you remain unaware of his intentions (seriously, he can't let you our of his radar for a couple of days because you are already being swarmed by pesky flies). When he thinks he has an idea of where to begin, shift the blame a little on you, he clears his throat and part his lips:
"Do you want for your fellow rangers to die a lonely, painful death? Because that's what you are pushing me towards to. It would be so easy to make it appear as an accident, and I'll make sure you know it was your fault, for not behaving"
...
...What. the. Hell.
Tighnari faintly thinks about nagging you from how fast you turn your head to look at him, you could have gotten hurt! But his panic prevents him from letting out any words. That, and the hand tightly press against his mouth, horror swirling alongside other emotions like a whirlpool in a stormy night at the sea, murky and simply terrifying.
He tried with all his might, but even with a cover, his lips didn't stop moving, neither his mind cut short the quite alarming and true sentences from forming. Without his consent, his hand slipped and his body turned towards you, moving forward the same amount of steps that you took to get away, until your back collided against a tree and Tighnari caged you between his arms.
"You really enjoy walking around, don't you? Or else you wouldn't have joined the Forest Watch. So," He leans closer, his forehead pressing on the bark over your head so he can fully cover you with his body. A hand finds its home around your jawline, grasp firm as he forced your head up to keep the eye contact.
"...if you want your freedom intact, do not provoke me. You don't want to nail your door shut for good because, belive me, I have been more than patient and good to you, gave you more liberties than I would want to"
It felt like watching an accident unfold, and while Tighnari consciousness tuned out the new words...
"The moment that happens? I'll be done. You better honour that watcher title and be alert, I won't allow you to feel safe ever again! So, for your sake and my of my workload... restraint yourself."
...He suddenly remembered that plant from days ago, finally knowing what it does to humans:
It makes you reveal your true feelings.
A/n: (I'm aware but I don't really read content about this trope cause I'm ace but this version is really interesting!!!)
Holy crap anon. Y'all really should be writing the fics I'm crying these are so fricking delectable I cannot. That last line??? Banger. When you start a writing blog or if you have one already nutjob anon pls tell me I beg you 😭– i have not much to add this is already perfection my friend. You're an awesome writer!!! I wish I could send you more love hdhakzkaoaoosoa
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It's rather funny that after a while, Tighnari doesn't seem to care about what he had done. He said what he said, and you heard him loud and clear. It is very fortunate that he hadn't said anything that insinuates or directly states his obsession towards you, but if you're particularly sharp then you probably would've already.
Once again, not like he cares.
In fact, he'd likely relish in the fact that you're now more cautious on the way you behave around the other rangers. This is nothing but an advantage to him.
For the sake of your sanity, it's for the best if you start doing exactly what he wants.
Now that Tighnari realized how much power he has over you all along, the forest will no longer be your refuge.
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Sliding Into Home ~ For Reasons Unknown...
Pairing: MLB!Frank Adler x Abigail Hernandez (OFC)
Synopsis:
After a trade from Boston to Los Angeles, first baseman Frank Adler would seem to have it all. Money, women, an amazing niece, yes Frank should have it all. Except for one thing. One thing that left after a mistake five years ago. Los Angeles should be the chance to start over. Except she is supposed to be in Boston. Not his new medical director.
* A Frank Adler AU x Major League Baseball Story**
Warning: ANGST (i can't stress this enough), second chances, cheating, S~M~U~T!!, slow burn, drug use, abandonment issues, betrayal, domestic violence (i may have missed some), flashbacks
Dividers by me
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aughable.
Sinister
Dangerous
Insane
All of these words float through Frank’s mind as he stares at his former best friend. Mike sat across from him, plexiglass separating them. He could barely recognize him. After talking with Andy, who was not happy about this visit, Mike was in the process of being disciplined by the California and Massachusetts BARs. The law firm he was working at had already dismissed him. Natasha Romanoff had personally contacted Abby and himself with apologies. Probably trying to avoid a lawsuit for malpractice. But Frank wasn’t worried about any of that. His sleepless nights made him come to one conclusion: let Mike Weiss know he was never going to hurt his family again. Mike laughed when he saw Frank sitting there. When Frank picked up the phone, so did he.
“Hi Mike.”
“Hello, homewrecker.”
Frank had to swallow the anger. He needed answers. Answers that only Mike could provide. But he didn’t know what to say.
“What? Got nothing to say?” Mike taunted him. “I’m locked up and you are with my cheating good for nothing whore of an ex-fiancé.”
Frank narrowed his eyes. “Don’t call her that.”
Mike scoffed. “I’ll call her whatever the fuck I want. Abby left me for you. I know you two were sleeping together before she broke it off with me. I’m just calling a spade, a spade.”
“Look, it wasn’t intentional, ok?”
“Not intentional. Bullshit. You were upset that I got the girl.” Mike smirked. “I had you beat.”
“And yet, she still came back to me.” The smile dropped on Mike’s face as Frank’s grin grew. “She has always been mine. We just found our way back to each other. And now we have a family with my Mary.”
The mention of Mary draws a snarl of from Mike. “What the fuck do you want?”
“I just have one question.”
“Which is?”
“Why? Why did you let Diane into your home and attack Abby? Why did you kidnap my daughter?”
Abby sat on the cold metal chair across from Diane. She was just like how she remembered her. Before the attack, before she abandoned Mary. Before she was with Mike. Her hair was longer, the long blonde stands pulled away from her face. Abby assumed her face would be hallow from being on the run but no, her cheeks were full. The only thing that made her think this was a different Diane from her childhood was her eyes. Her eyes were sad, full of remorse, sorrow, guilt. She noted that Diane was cuffed to the table, and she was able to relax her shoulders a bit.
“Hi Diane,” she greeted softly.
“Abby. I’m surprised to see you here.”
“Yeah, me too.” Abby looked down. “How- How are you?”
Diane cocked her head with curiosity at her question. “I’m ok. They put me on meds and my head is clear.” Diane chewed her bottom lip. “How’s Frank?”
“He’s good. A little sad.”
“Sad?”
“Because he lost his sister.” Abby looked at her sadly. “You have no idea the damage you have done to him. To Mary. To me.” She gave a hard look. “Why Diane? Why him?”
“You wouldn’t understand.” Diane leaned back.
“Try me. Because he manipulated me to be with him and I lost five years with the love of my life.”
Diane looked away.
Rage took over Mike’s face. “Mary is MINE! I’ll prove it, you motherfucker.”
“You can’t have her,” Frank said calmly. “She is mine and I won’t give up fighting for her. I’m her father. And you are nothing but her sperm donor. You raped my sister and left her when she was pregnant. You told my baby sister to abort her baby. You don’t have any right to call yourself Mary’s father.”
“Well obviously she didn’t,” Mike sneered. “I will do everything I can to take away Mary from you. Your life will be hell, I promise you that."
“You’ll do shit! Why did you attack my wife?”
“I owe you nothing Adler.” Mike leaned back. “I’ll take that one to the grave.”
Frank stood up. “Fine, don’t tell me. Abby is in Boston, seeing Diane. We’ll get the answers we are looking for. See you at trial.” He hung up and could see Mike screaming at him through the glass. Guards came over to restrain him.
Frank was disappointed. Not so much as not getting the answers he wanted but because his friend was now a drugged out mess, not even a piece of the good man he once knew remained. Frank had his driver take him back to the airport. He needed to hug his daughter.
“I always had a crush on Mike. He was my brother’s best friend. Older guy. Forbidden.” Diane gave a sad smile. “I didn’t think I had a chance in hell. But one day he noticed me. You and my brother were so wrapped up in each other and I didn’t notice how obsessed Mike was with you.”
“Did he... did he take advantage?”
“No,” she shook her head. “He talked and touched my face so sweet. He spent days with me when you guys started dating. He told me I was beautiful and he... he could see a future with me.” A single tear fell from her eye. “I believed him.”
Abby took in a shuddering breath. “Why were you in my house?”
“Mike came back into my life. He found me in Seattle and said that he found a way for us to be together. That he knew who made me like this. He gave me a shot and when I woke up, I was in a hotel.”
“You don’t remember?” Abby frowned. “Anything?”
Diane shook her head. “No. I know what happened because the police told me.”
Abby sat back. She looked at Antonio, who had a look of sadness. “I’m sorry that happened to you Diane. Thank you for talking with me.” She stood up with Andy and Antonio following her lead. “I’ll see you later.”
Diane sobbed and Andy took a hold of Abby to stop her from comforting Diane. He led her out and once outside, Abby collapsed into her brother’s arms, crying for the pain her friend had endured.
Abby was quiet the entire flight home. Andy kept glancing at her as she sat with her eyes closed. He sent a message to Frank
A: It was bad
F: Fuck, is she ok?
A: I think so. The story Diane told was heartbreaking
F: Has Cricket said anything?
A: No.
F: OK, I’ll see you when you land
At the airport, Abby and Andy made their way out,with Andy guiding her around. She was staring at the ground when she heard, “hey Cricket.” She looked up to see Frank standing at the door, a single pink rose in his hand. She dropped the bag and ran into his arms, wrapping her legs around him. The sobs that she had contained from Boston to LA came spilling out. “Baby, its ok, its all gonna be ok.” He kissed her head.
Andy walked over with Abby’s dropped bag. “Hey Frank.”
“Thank you, Andy, for flying back with her.”
“Not a problem, had some stuff to finish in our LA office.” He shrugged. “Is it still ok to stay with you?”
“Course man. Let’s get you guys home.” He set Abby down, grabbed her bag and walked her and Andy to the car. Arriving home, Abby raced inside, still nothing spoken. Frank and Andy exchanged a look before heading inside. It was early, the house still calm. Abby stood in the doorway of her daughter’s bedroom. She watched for a moment, Mary sleeping in her bed, Dodger at her feet. A single tear slides down her face. The tragic story of her conception, how her parents didn’t love her enough, that Frank and Abby had to pick up the pieces and love a girl that was not their own. But Abby did love, she loved that little girl with everything she had. As she stared, her only thought was ‘Her baby girl was safe.’ Carefully, she crawled into the bed with her. Mary turned into Abby and sighed happily, her unconscious state recognizing that Abby was cuddling with her.
When Frank looked in, his heart clenched at the sight of mother and children in bed together. Abby had quickly fallen asleep with her arms wrapped around Mary. Not one to miss out on a snuggle, Frank kicked off his shoes and climbed in as well, wrapped his arms around his family and went back to sleep.
Mike was extradited to Massachusetts the following week and was charged with kidnapping and child endangerment. He pled not guilty and decided to represent himself. He hadn’t been disbarred yet. “There is nothing else we can do right now,” Andy explained. “The protection order is already in place. Now we just have to wait.”
Frank returned to the team, working on winning the division. Their final challenge was a familiar foe: the San Francisco Giants. Facing Mike’s new best friend, Bobby, would be difficult but as long as Frank kept his mouth shut, it would be fine. A three game series in September was the epitome of baseball. A time for summer to end and fall to take over.
The first two games were uneventful as Bobby was out with a bruised knee. But he was cleared to play for the Sunday finale. The Dodgers needed the win in order to avoid a playoff and win the division. It was a beautiful September Sunday, perfect weather for a game. Abby, Scott, Steve and Mary were in the family box, watching their favorite player take the field. San Francisco was up at bat first.
Frank concentrated on the batter. Of course, it was Fuller. Johnny ended up walking him and he jogged over to first base. Frank scowled but kept his mouth shut.
“Sup Adler.” Fuller smiled. “Long time no talk.” Frank said nothing. “What? You’re not going to talk to me. That’s mature.”
“I’m not talking to you because I don’t want to get kicked out of this game or end up in jail.” Frank turned away from Fuller and concentrated on the game. The next batter popped a fly ball, and the second baseman was able to turn it into a double play. Fuller headed back into the dugout, a smirk on his face.
Frank rolled his eyes and went back to the game. A few innings later Bobby was back on first base after hitting a ground ball to left field. “You still mad that Abby left you?”
“Nope.”
Fuller watched him carefully. “You know it wasn’t personal for me Frankie Boy. Mike just said the right things at the right time.”
“Is that right?”
“Yeah.”
“Cool. Then maybe you can explained why he let my drugged out sister in his home with Abby and let her beat the crap outta her? Or the fact that he kidnapped my daughter.” Frank got right into Bobby’s face, causing the first base coach to try to intervene. “Can you explain how you let that psycho near my family, and yet you feel nothing?!” He shoved Bobby to the ground. “Fuck you and fuck him! I will have my day in court where I take that son of a bitch down. And I���ll take you down with him if you speak to me or go near me and family again.” Frank shook off Johnny who was holding in back.
“You’re gone Adler,” the umpire said.
Frank walked without causing another scene. In the locker room, he threw his hat and glove in rage. “FUCK!” He grasped the table to try and calm himself.
“Frankie?”
Frank whipped around to see Abby in the doorway. “Cricket, I...”
“Are you ok?” She cut him off.
He shook his head. “No. Fuller, he... fuck, he got to me Cricket. How could he do it? How could he help that fucker hurt you and Mary. He was my best friend on the team and he...” Frank finally broke down and cried into Abby’s shoulder. He had been so strong for so long. Abby stroked his back and let him come to terms with the truth.
“Baby, you have been our rock this year. Let it out, ok?”
“I love you, Cricket, so much.”
“I love you too, Frankie.”
As the family made it home, Frank’s cell rang. “It’s Andy.” Scott ushered Mary to her room as Abby and Frank answered the call. “Hey Andy.”
“Hi Frank. Is Abby with you?”
“I’m here.”
“Ok good.” he sighed. “Mike was given bail and he made it. He’ll be released by tomorrow.”
“Fuck,” Frank mumbled.
“That’s not the worst of it. He’s filed a motion to block the adoption.”
“What?” Abby whispered. “Why?”
“Just like we thought. On the grounds that he is Mary’s natural father and has not given up his rights. The motion states that the block is to allow time for him to sue for custody. There is a court date in a week from Monday on the motion.”
“We'll fight,” Frank said. “We’ll find a way show the courts that he is an unfit father and to make him go away. I refuse to let that son of a bitch tear apart this family.”
“Frankie...” Abby started
“No Abigail. I’m not gonna stop until we have that paperwork that says to the world that Mary is ours, just like she’s been since she was born.”
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𝐀𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐨’𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐬𝐡
❏ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: yandere!Arlecchino x reader
❏ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: yandere
❏ 𝐰𝐜: 1.4k
❏ this is a script from my ASMR channel that i turned into a fic so it might seem a bit different from usual but i hope you enjoy it still :)
You knock on the door to Arlecchino’s office gently, just as she taught you to do.
“Come in.” She says from the other side.
“Hello, glad you could come in so quickly.” Her smile is small, polite and tight, as usual as you step towards her full desk. “First of all, please sit. I insist.”
You do so without hesitation, though your mind is clouded with the possibilities of the reason why you were called to your boss’s office so suddenly.
“As you know, Nikolay left Snezhnaya quite some time ago and… has yet to return.” She starts slowly, “I understand that due to your work, you’re quite close to the children, so I thought you should know that I’ve recently found out that Katarina’s sudden disappearance is linked with Nikolay’s prolonged departure.” she says it so smoothly, so coldly, it almost seems as if she doesn’t really care. Though you know her better than most - you know that’s just her tone. Or is it.
A flinch, your breathing speeds up and your fingers twitch. Not a hugely expressive reaction, but Arlecchino knows exactly what you’re thinking, what you’re considering.
“Please, calm down. I will explain everything in due time.” She acts as if you just abruptly stood from your chair with the intention of walking out of door. Because to her, any sign of distress on your features is too much.
“It was only to be expected that Katarina would follow her brother wherever he went. It’s somewhat of a relief, in a way, considering a deep sense of kinship is what we aimed to instill in all of them.” You keep fidgeting.
“What I’m trying to say is that… Katarina has left for Liyue in search of her brother. I suspect she did so right after I announced we would stop looking for him.”
Your brain pulls you in 2 directions, to stand up in indignation and to ask why they stopped, so you do both at once.
“Why? It’s been a year, it was supposed to only take a week at most. We cannot keep wasting our resources on this.” Arlecchino glances briefly at the files before her, “The rest of the Harbingers, even Her Majesty, the Tsaritsa, advised me to do this.” she rubs her forehead in frustration.
“I too understand Katya’s decision, but I know that look in your eye. It spells trouble… for you.” You hands come together as she cautions you, “Whatever it is you’re planning to do, I forbid you.”
Her voice stays gentle and polite, despite the firmness of her statement. “I can’t do anything about Katarina now, but I can do something to prevent you from making the same foolish choice as her."
"We’ve known each other for many years, far more than a normal human would even be able to live for. You should know that even now, the matters of the heart - I leave them to you."
"If you're so concerned, come with me. We'll find them in no time!" You suggest, as if the option is obvious.
She chuckles loudly in response, high pitched due to the absurdity, "Come with you? To search for them? Don’t be ridiculous. And leave the orphanage unprotected? And unregulated? I could never do that." the condescension in her tone is certainly not lost on you.
It's clear Arlecchino won't be of any help due to her immense worry for your safety, above everyone else, even the children. Just like she said, your boss is quite heartless and tends to see the children as agents first and kids second.
Her life wasn't easy and with the insurmountable pressure placed upon her by the Tsaritsa, it all encased her heart in a coffin of ice. One only you could melt. Though not always. Not right now.
You stand up resolutely, brows furrowed and lips sealed firmly, now with the full intention of walking out of the door and taking matters into your own hands. You've stood beside Arlecchino practically since the beginning; you're no weakling.
"Sit down." You can't help but obey despite your determination at her icy tone. "What do you expect to achieve? Truly."
You feel the need to answer, but come up blank.
"After a year of searching, our best agents couldn’t find them, and you think you could?" You shrug sheepishly.
Arlecchino scoffs in response, "Oh, please. Malysh, you would be dead if you didn’t stick to my side as you do." The way she says it, sends a shiver down your spine for many reasons. Reasons you refuse to acknowledge in order to hold firm in your conviction.
"I know that. I know but-"
Why? Were you under the impression that you have freedoms of that sort here?
"You know and yet I can tell you still intend to go." She sighs deeply, disappointed and frustrated. The cracks in her perfectly poised facade begin to show. "I cannot let that happen."
Venom drips from her lips as you feel the need to stand up along with her, "Let me explain it to you, since the years seem to have affected your memory; you work for me - directly, meaning you listen to my orders, only mine, no matter what. I ordered you long ago to always stay by my side, and yes, that was an order."
Arlecchino sighs deeply, placing a hand on her desk as she rounds it, "I used to like that fire of yours. I still somewhat do… except when it makes things as difficult as this."
Heels click as she stalks towards you, slowly, menacingly, while you back away, blindly reaching for the doorknob before realizing the metal feels ice cold.
"It’s no use… it’s frozen shut."
Her pale hands slam against the door on either side of your head, voice low next to your ear, "Now, I’m going to say all of this very slowly, so that you may never forget it. And so that you never even think about leaving again."
"You know who I am, you know what I can do. You know, that I can protect you. And I will. Until the end of time. But I can’t do that if you’re out there, alone, in a foreign land, away from my watchful eyes." Arlecchino's tone turns pleading, eyes wide and worried as her hands move to your shoulders.
"It’s dangerous out there now, don’t you know? Nikolay and Katya now know if they didn’t before. Do you want that to happen to you? I don’t. Do you want me to feel like Katya did?" You eyes dart between her features, her black eyes who's red cross pupils still somewhat put you off, especially from so close.
"No, I wouldn’t react like that. I’d tear nations apart to bring you back. And should there be even a scratch upon your skin, malysh, I’d reduce them to mere ash." The sincerity in her voice is nothing new but the intensity of her expression makes your skin crawl, goosebumps raise and hands shake.
Arlecchino always did have a way of putting you on edge, offset by her sugary words and tone. The dichotomy is something you never want to experience first hand, as you've seen what happens to the children that do get it. They always have this lost look in their eyes, not knowing wether to be scared or comforted. That's how she gets to you.
"Stay here, with me. Where it’s safe and warm. The outside doesn’t need you, nor does it deserve you. I need you. And though I know I may not deserve you, I selfishly want you to stay. Forever."
"Would you grant this faulty soul, this one wish?"
Something in her eyes compels you to nod, slowly. You've been by her side for so long, what else would you do? Leaving her now would not go well. Let alone going to look for Katarina and Nikolay on your own. That would certainly not end up well.
And so you nod.
"Thank you, lapochka. All that you’ll ever need is here with me. So don’t worry your pretty little head. I’m all you’ll ever need."
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I truly think he was manipulated by her and was too dumb to realize it until after it was too late...which was probably about a couple weeks ago...
He is dumb, but dumb is not the same as innocent. He is not a naive person, he has bad intentions and that's why I don't believe he was conned.
I sent an ask to soap talking about this, BUT I will say it again. Meghan didn't put any ideas in Harry's head, it was all him, all of it. He wanted to be bigger than William, he wanted a wife that people would like more than Catherine he wanted to be important in the firm dynamic. For me this was very clear by the PR around Meghan before the wedding, they centered on things Kate had been criticized for, it was always a dig at her. Meghan had a "successful career", was a "self made millionaire", was a feminist, was good at public speaking, was going to hit the ground running etc. And everyone just assumed that was all Meghan's jealousy, but I think it was Harry's as well, for one because he knows where to hit, he knows William will be more upset at a shot at Kate than one at himself, secondly he wanted the world to know how much better for the position his wife was, he made the better pick.
He truly believes Meghan is just like Diana, and in a way, he is not wrong, because the image he has of Diana is unrealistic, the version that he sees is the woman who spoiled him and called him good king Harry, that insisted he should be treated the same as William, the one who was an idol to everyone. He doesn't know any other parts of Diana like William did for being her confidant, he didn't know her in any other way, he never really knew Diana, and it shows.
But the thing is he always felt entitled to be treated the same way as William, to have everything he has, and how unfair it was that William didn't even have to make any effort, that he was taller, more handsome, more likable, the heir, would get the position and the money, and what does Harry get? For him it is just not fair. The palace dropped a ton of money on PR for him, and finally he had something, people liked him a bit more, but it had to be bittersweet, Wiiliam never needed all that, he did believe the hype tho.
Then Meghan comes along, and she is the first one to ever tell him that he was right, it wasn't fair that he wasn't treated the same as William, that he should be ( just like mum said), that he was just so much better, he saw the opportunity. On the surface Meghan is much better than Kate (as her PR likes to point out), she was perfect for the job, she was not shy, didn't mind the media, quite the contrary she had no shame and he knew would do whatever it takes with him, they would get married and the world was going to fall in love with them just like with his mum, and they would have whatever they wanted from RF because they would be desperate for their star power, bonus points because she is biracial and the woke crowd would love them, they would make history.
The problem is Meghan might appear better on the surface, but she has no substance, she is shallow and doesn't deliver. No one will ever be able to convince me that they (even Meghan) planned to leave from the beginning, they didn't, they wanted to have thei cake and eat it too. They wanted to be global stars and adored, the problem tho is the money, they could be stars bigger than William but he wouldn't get the money and they can't stand W&K having more, that is not a problem tho there's a lot of money out there for the taking like Harry himself said. What they wanted to do it was something along the lines of what William did with Apple for the podcast, use their position to get deals, that's why they approached Netflix while still working royals, but the thing is, they wanted to be paid, William donated what would be his money from the podcast to 4 charities, H&M didn't want to do that. They tought if they were big enough stars the RF would make concessions for them (that's why Harry showed William how much he and Meghan were researched as a way to prove their popularity) , but despite their delusions they never got to be global superstars, and the RF was not willing to concede, they kept getting nos, they were not allowed their own court like William, the palace was not going to respond to the media on every little thing like they wanted to.
So, they decided that the Palace was just stifling them, they didn't want them to be successful like Diana was, they had to have some freedom, so they wanted half in half out, they would get their IPP and security, Charles was going to keep providing them money to pay their team, they would go to the big special occasions to keep the family connections while instead of wasting their time on boring engagements, they would be making money and building their independent profile. The RF said no, either in or out.
So no I do not think he was conned, I do not think he saw the light of who Meghan is because I genuinely believe he is worse than her, she never did to her family what he did to his, all she does is discard and ghost people, he slandered them, and allowed her to do the same. One day, he will realise there's no way for him to succeed without the RF, because he has nothing, no talent, no skills, all he has is his "birthright", that is the only special thing about him, his wife ain't much better. He will drop Meghan like she a sack of popatoes, and not because "he saw who she is" but because he won't stay on a sinking ship, his family will never take the lifeboat away from him.
Absolutely excellent.
I do agree with you. While I think Harry is beyond stupid, he 100% was on board with a lot of what Meghan was doing.
I do think she manipulated him in a way that brought out the worst in him. Such as when he took William and Catherine to task for not being more welcoming to Meghan. Meghan was said to have sat on the couch quietly while Harry berated W&C. Meghan definitely knew how to push his buttons to get the results she wanted. This is why Catherine invited her to Wimbledon.
But yes, Harry was on board. It was made obvious Meghan and Harry felt they were just as equal to William and Catherine when they tried to crash the PoW anniversary ceremony.
However, while Charles and Granny might not take the life boat away, I think William will. Harry went too far too many times in his quest for adoration and greed at the expense of William and his family.
William is not one to forgive.
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Let's (re)Read The Eye of the World! Chapter 51: Against the Shadow
Spoiler alert: We've got spoilers here, all the way to the end of the Wheel of Time series. If you don't want everything in the books to be spoiled, run away!
Our chapter begins with the heron-marked sword icon, a reference to Rand's becoming a real fighter at last and how he turns his sword into a blade of light.
When he turned, Aginor was there, just reaching the crest. The Forsaken topped the hill without any difficulty, walking up the steep slope as if it were level ground.
There's some interesting semi-bookends here with Rand having started the series having to fight against terrain like everyone else except the Forsaken and ending the series being the guy who walks easily anywhere while flowers blossom around him.
Why should I share power with you? Why should I bend knee to you? I, who faced Lews Therin Telamon in the Hall of the Servants itself. I, who threw my might against the Lord of the Morning and met him stroke for stroke. I think not.
Does the BWB go into more detail about this? Aginor is mostly taken to be a guy who thrived with his evil science experiments and is mostly useless otherwise, but having the equivalent of the Yoda v. Palpatine fight in the Senate suggests he once had some real glory days. (Also Rand really doesn't like it that Aginor won't respect his firm denial of everything).
A glowing rope ran off from Aginor, behind him, white like sunlight seen through the purest cloud, heavier than a blacksmith’s arm, lighter than air, connecting the Forsaken to something distant beyond knowing, something within the touch of Rand’s hand. The rope pulsed, and with every throb Aginor grew stronger, more fully fleshed, a man as tall and strong as himself, a man harder than the Warder, more deadly than the Blight. Yet beside that shining cord, the Forsaken seemed almost not to exist. The cord was all. It hummed. It sang.
I kind of feel like Jordan's original intent was for male channelers in general to seem to have cords connecting them to the Source and that this was mostly discarded later, except for giving Rand a way to force Asmodean to his side. They just don't show up a lot - and this one is extra weird because it's Aginor drawing on the Eye instead of taking the Dark One's filter.
Warmth built in Rand, the warmth of the sun, the radiance of the sun, bursting, the awful radiance of light, of the Light. Away!
"Mine!" Flame shot from Aginor's mouth, broke through his eyes like spears of fire, and he screamed.
Away!
And Rand was no longer on the hilltop. He quivered with the Light that suffused him. His mind would not work; light and heat blinded it. The Light. In the midst of the void, the Light blinded his mind, stunned him with awe.
Rand's not just channeling the Power but a hell of a lot of beginner's luck. It's rather funny that both major instances of good guys using Traveling for the first time are complete accidents.
Also bye bye Aginor. See you when you're reborn.
From the clear sky lightning came, each bolt crisp and sharp, searing his eyes, each bolt striking a winged black shape. Hunting cries became shrieks of death, and charred forms fell to leave the sky clean again.
The heat. The terrible heat of the Light.
There's some confusion as to how Jordan's duality reconciles with the fact that the good guys are entirely on the side of the Light and I feel like this aspect was meant to foreshadow how he might have clarified it better if he'd gotten to write the Last Battle: If the Light were ever to actually try to push forward in full the way the Shadow does, the results would be exactly like Rand's occasional Trinity moments, except not being held back by his limitations.
IT IS NOT HERE.
It was not Rand’s thought, making his skull vibrate.
I WILL TAKE NO PART. ONLY THE CHOSEN ONE CAN DO WHAT MUST BE DONE, IF HE WILL.
The other part of it is that as the Shadow and Light are opposites, where the Dark One is constantly trying to push his way into where he doesn't belong, the Creator can almost never be arsed to show up and even when he does it's only to say "Not helping", so the Light never does overwhelm everything the way the Shadow would like to. One character speculates that the Creator just up and left this world behind to go make new ones and honestly I would not be remotely surprised - and without the Dark One, they probably all suck.
Darkness surrounded him, the utter blackness of total nothing. The steps were still there, hanging in the black, under his feet and ahead. When he looked back, those behind were gone, faded away to nothing, into the nothingness around him. But the cord was yet there, stretching behind him, the glowing line dwindling and vanishing into the distance. It was not so thick as before, but it still pulsed, pumping strength into him, pumping life, filling him with the Light. He climbed.
Not gonna lie, I always lose the plot around this point. Rand's jumped physically into T'A'R, maybe? It sure as fuck isn't the skimming space (though the idea of the gholam eventually slamming into these steps and then falling down them forever is funny).
Ba’alzamon had a cord, too, he saw. A black cord, thicker by far than his own, so wide it should have dwarfed the human body, yet dwarfed by Ba’alzamon, instead. Each pulse along that black vein ate light.
*mutters something about Freud and moves on*
Ba’alzamon’s eyes roared like two furnaces. His lips did not move, but Rand thought he heard a curse screamed at Aginor. Then the fires died, and that ordinary human face smiled at him in a way that chilled even through the warmth of the Light.
I deeply appreciate how terrible Ishamael is at actually keeping his cool. He talks one of the biggest games in the series yet every time he encounters even the smallest of setbacks he's about ready to flip out.
He knows it all. He could have done. It could be the way he says. The Light warmed the void. Doubt cried out and was stilled, till only the seed remained.
Of course, Rand's not doing much better at this point. I doubt very much that Ishamael planned half as much as he claimed to, some of these things are probably just lucky accidents that his Darkfriend spies (who are everywhere) managed to keep him up to date about, like the Aiel survivor talking to the Tuatha'an. After all, Jain Farstrider dies clean and the only other Shadow-related stuff he's associated with is through different compulsions.
But I would rather have you kneel to me alive than dead. A single fist of Trollocs sent to your village when I could have sent a thousand. One Darkfriend to face you where a hundred could come on you asleep. And you, fool, you don’t even know them all, neither those ahead, nor those behind, nor those by your side.
And this stuff is definitely half lies. The Trolloc numbers were limited because trying to move overwhelming masses of them through the Ways would likely have ended in disaster for them. The Darkfriends couldn't all swoop down on Rand because the regular populace is super on edge and would definitely have recognized a cult uprising if they saw one. There are also no Darkfriends at Rand's side - the party is good through and through.
On the other hand, Rand doesn't know all the Darkfriends behind him (Ingtar) nor ahead (too many to list). Then again, the latter is self-evident so...
“The Lord of the Grave is stronger than he once was, my son,” she said. “His reach is longer. The Father of Lies has a honeyed tongue for unwary souls. My son. My only, darling son. I would spare you if I could, but he is my master, now, his whim, the law of my existence. I can but obey him, and grovel for his favor. Only you can free me. Please, my son. Please help me. Help me. Help me! PLEASE!”
This is the downside of using the World of Dreams to psychologically torment your enemies - the dreams operate on the expected narrative logic of all concerned, so if you don't use the right kind of trap, when it takes on a life of it own it might not be a trap at all!
Ba’alzamon screamed as the sword fell, screamed till the stone walls trembled, and the endless howl redoubled as the blade of Light severed the cord. The cut ends rebounded apart as if they had been under tension. The end stretching into the nothingness outside began to shrivel as it sprang away; the other whipped back into Ba’alzamon, hurling him against the fireplace.
People have pointed out that Ba'alzamon's cord cutting doesn't seem to be anywhere near as big a deal as Asmodean's, but I think that's because Ish just went right back to Shayol Ghul after this and swore himself back to the Dark One to get a replacement cord. Probably got punished for it, but nowhere near as badly as Asmodean would have if he'd ever shown his face again.
Light lanced from the blade, coruscating in a shower of fiery sparks like droplets of molten, white metal. Wailing, Ba’alzamon threw up his arms in a vain effort to shield himself. Flames shrieked in his eyes, joining with other flames as the stone ignited, the stone of the cracking walls, the stone of the pitching floor, the stone showering from the ceiling.
More bookends here, with magic blades proving to be Ishamael's downfall. Note that Rand using one as a conventional weapon absolutely fails to win the war, only the battle. Also note that Rand's using it like a magic wand and that at no point does the blade physically stab into Ishamael's heart. Dude is withering, but he absolutely does not die nor incur a mortal wound before Rand is gone.
Anyway, next time: even more book ends when I finish the book, because I sure as fuck am not doing separate posts for chapters 52 and 53.
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Different
Author's note: This may not be a specifically canon moment for Athena, but the sentiment is very real. The feelings and thoughts expressed happen both to Athena the character and to Athena's author.
CW: Internal dealings with neurodivergence.
It was a pleasant evening in the mist. The sky was clear and you could see the stars shining while people took night strolls on the beach. However for one Miqo’te it could have been raining for all she cared. Athena stood facing out a open window in her shared apartment dressed down in some casual wear, she’d been there for at least an hour now.
It happened again.
She had grown really comfortable with The Savory and some of the locals, so she tried to let loose a little and join in on some fun for once. She only got a few words out of her mouth before she noticed the person’s demeanor shift. They were becoming hostile. The person started talking about how rude it was and this and that, obviously misreading her intentions and even exactly what had been said, but she just bit her tongue and apologized. She’d been through this enough to know that trying to explain or defend herself would just make it worse. Once you got to this level of aggression, the person wasn’t really looking to understand, just to attack.
“Well, good, you should be sorry. Maybe you should have known better, yeah?”
She didn’t respond, and just gave a small nod. With that, they seemed satisfied enough with their scolding and sat back down and continued their conversation with everyone else at the table like nothing happened. The weird atmosphere that had settled on the tavern shifted back to comfortable chatter once again.
Athena signed, stood up and headed towards the door. All in all, it could have been a lot worse. At least it was over quickly with a firm reminder that she can never expect to fit in. She’d been lectured, cussed, and yelled at in length in the past with the removal of herself from whatever group she had been trying to fit in. This time it was over in about ten minutes and she even had some people give her sympathy and support while she cleaned up and headed out.
No one had really offered her support after such an incident in the past….well except for Coco of course.
She gave her thanks and appreciation of the support…she didn’t really know how else to respond to positive interactions. She was much more familiar with criticism, anger, and disgust. Regardless, the night was ruined and she could feel her darker thoughts creeping in. Not something she wanted to subject her friends to.
Back home she had spent the better time just thinking. Why does she let this happen? Why does she ever think she could just “act normal” for a lack of a way to put it. Anytime she ever tried to engage with someone outside of Coco they would always scold her, belittle her, make her feel less.
It had been this way for as long as she could remember.
She often told people that the reason why she didn’t have any friends growing up was because of her parents political affiliation and her emotional stuff she had to work through…but that was only partially true. No matter what, something seemed to get in the way for her to make real connections with people. It didn’t matter what she did or how she acted, inevitably every connection would end suddenly and sometimes even explosively. It felt like they were on a battlefield with landmines, and everyone else knew how to move about to avoid them but her. No matter what she did, she always stepped on one.
Later she would find out that she had a neurological condition that caused this. While there was some happiness to know that she wasn’t to blame…the truth was this meant that there was nothing she could do about it. For a long time she focused on her goals, not really trying to make friends anymore, but there were always people in life determined to wiggle their way into hers…especially if you truly don’t want to be alone. Because that was the sad truth, Athena didn’t want to be alone. She hated being alone. However, it was undeniably easier to stop trying.
She learned even later that there was something about the neurological condition she had. There was something about people like her that made others uneasy as soon as they met even if they didn’t know what it was. On top of that, to go along with this news, she learned that there were inherent communication issues between people who do have this condition vs those who do not. Despite the fact that it was a problem for both groups to overcome, only the ones with the condition were forced to accept responsibility for miscommunication by society.
She was so tired, and hurt, and tired about being hurt. It didn’t matter how strong or capable she was, it hurt every single time it happened. It also didn’t matter who did it, because you never know when everyone else will side with that person and leave you. Cause that was the truth
Everyone leaves eventually
Athena shakes her head and rests it on the panel next to the open window.
No. That’s the trauma talking. Everyone doesn’t leave…it just feels like they will.
She sighs.
She had gotten better at keeping the dark thought spirals at bay as she had gotten older but she wasn’t perfect…despite trying and boy did she try. She hated it, because she knew that it was illogical. The feeling that if she was perfect then maybe, just maybe, this would stop happening. That wasn’t how this worked though. No amount of perfection could ever stop these things from happening. That was something she was just going to have to accept. She would swear off certain types of conversation and people, time would pass, she would let her guard down, and it would happen again…repeat till death.
The only person to ever accept her…ATHENA, the real deal, was Coco. Which…sadly was probably more than a lot of people like her had. So in that regard she had to count her blessings. Everyone else in life, would get the mask, if she was lucky only part of it.
She stood back up and returned to her vigil at the window. No amount of time, exercises, practices, scripting, masking, etc would ever make these things go away. It was hard not to feel broken and lonely. Watching people interact with each other carefree and easy, while you sit there and just kinda nod and smile, just happy that you are being allowed in the space at all. Always afraid of the day where you fuck up and open your mouth.
Athena sighs yet again
That wasn’t fair…at least not anymore. She had people in her life that seemed to care about her now and some of them even wanted to hear what she had to say.
So why was it so fucking hard?
Because it was a reminder that she was different, that nothing she did would ever overcome that. She had to trust the grace of others and even then she could never relax and just be herself.
She’ll probably go back to sitting in the corner, reading a book and drinking her tea again….which means people will think she is stuck up…again. Gods she really couldn’t win.
It was kinda funny though, she honestly had gotten to a point where she didn’t care what people thought. It was when they were friends, or at least perceived friends when it hurt.
Urgh she was spiraling afterall
Her right ear twitched as she heard the opening of the apartment door. “Hey I'm back!....Is everything okay? I heard what happened but you were already gone when I got back to the bar”
Athena turned to look behind her, her wife standing in the hallway.
Was she alright?
She crossed her arms and thought for a moment. She was prepared to withdraw like she always did, but realized…it wasn’t the answer. Maybe this would happen again, but she didn’t have to let it control her. Maybe she couldn’t always be herself, but maybe she could get closer with more understanding friends. She certainly seemed to be gaining more lately. This will hurt every time, and it’s going to make her want to give up on herself and those around her when it happens, but she won’t let it win.
Athena looks up and meets her wife’s gaze, who by now was standing right in front of her staring down at her with concerned eyes. She gave a small nod and with a small sigh she said
“No…but I will be.”
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shumika // fangs
Accidents were bound to happen sometimes, but Mika was still quite embarrassed for tripping over his own feet in the middle practice, completely halting Valkyrie’s activities for the rest of the day. He stayed quiet as Shu did a thorough inspection of his body, poking here and there to check for bruises or any unseen wounds. The fussing was unnecessary, but not unwelcome—Mika was content to relax under Shu’s firm touch.
“Lift your arms,” Shu instructed.
Mika raised his arms above his head, allowing easy access to his torso. With a nod of approval, Shu stepped a bit closer so he could snake a head up his shirt, fingers tracing each rib slowly. It was clear from the frown of concentration on Shu’s face that he was solely focused on his task, but Mika couldn’t help but squirm.
“Oshi-san, that tickles!” He whined, failing to contain his giggles.
“Bear with it for a moment.”
With such a clear command, there was nothing Mika could do but nod and hold his breath the entire time Shu touched him. It made him a little dizzy, but at least he wasn’t shaking from laughter anymore. That method worked pretty well until Shu, noticing what he was doing, wiggled his fingers with intent and Mika gasped out a laugh.
“I’m trying to make sure you’re not hurt, so why are you doing something that could cause a completely different injury?! I won’t have you collapsing because you were foolishly holding your breath.” He punctuated his words with a last, somewhat painful poke to Mika’s ribcage.
“S-Sorry…” Mika managed to say despite his continued laughter.
If Shu were to yell at him for acting foolishly, he wouldn’t be surprised. The complaint never came; instead, it was Shu’s soft hands on his cheeks that snapped Mika out of his fit. He blinked, eyes filled with tears, and Shu huffed in the way he knew to mean fondness.
“Perhaps you should smile more on the stage, when it’s appropriate,” he mused. His right thumb trailed to the corner of Mika’s mouth. “You have a captivating smile, and it compliments your beautiful face well.”
Mika suppressed a shiver.
“I thought yer against that sorta stuff…?”
“I’m against distasteful fanservice. Your smile, however, is artful. It would add a touch of finesse to your performance when the song calls for tenderness.”
It was strange to think that so many of their songs now required such a gentle performance, when Valkyrie—when Shu—used to work on anger alone. In the past, this exact scenario scared him to death, but now… They truly had grown, the two of them together. That thought brought an involuntary smile to his face, although Mika was quick to hide it as he remembered the topic of their conversation. He anxiously looked to the side.
“Do you not like smiling on stage?” Shu asked, taking his silence as disapproval. “I won’t force you into it.”
“No, that ain’t it! ‘S just…” He ran his tongue over his teeth, feeling the prick of his fangs when he pressed against them. “Don’t ya think it’s ugly?”
Bewilderment overtook Shu’s expression. “What is?”
“Ya see, I have pointy teeth…” Mika opened his mouth a little to illustrate his point. “‘S not like Oshi-san’s, all nice and straight. I don’t like ‘em.”
“I can’t understand the things you worry about sometimes. We don’t have to be the exact same, I’m sure you know at least that much by now. Your beauty is yours alone.”
With the hands he still had on Mika’s face, Shu tipped his head back almost imperceptibly. His gaze was fixated on Mika’s mouth now, and Mika struggled not to squirm under the unexpected attention.
“Oshi-san…?”
Without any warning, Shu hooked a thumb on his bottom lip, then pushed the soft pad of his finger right against one of Mika’s fangs. Although he wasn’t sure what Shu was doing, Mika instinctively opened his mouth for him to get a better look.
“They are quite sharp,” Shu said, with a hint of… wonder? Mika understood even less what was happening now. “It’s a surprise you don’t end up biting the inside of your mouth with them.”
“It happens sometimes, since I’m so clumsy.”
Shu hummed. “Does it hurt?”
“Yes…?”
Their gazes met at the same time Shu moved his finger, his nail grazing the tip of Mika’s tongue. There was a feverish look in his eyes that made Mika shiver more violently than the accidental touch. Overtaken by the strange mood that had settled between them, Mika campled down on Shu’s thumb, gently nibbling at the fleshy pad of it. Shu inhaled sharply, never looking away from Mika’s lips.
After a few seconds, Mika let go of Shu and moved forward, where he could quietly whisper:
“Oshi-san, do ya want me to bite ya?”
Different hues of red and pink crossed Shu’s face until it settled on the brightest blush Mika had ever seen on anyone. Shu tore himself away from his touch and turned his back on Mika, shoulders so tense they almost reached his ears—which were just as flushed as the rest of his head.
“We’re not speaking of this anymore!” Shu ordered, though his voice wavered. “Or ever again!”
Mika wasn’t dispirited, grinning widely as he approached. The back of Shu’s neck looked particularly tempting at that moment.
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Byakuya Kuchiki (Bleach) - Extra 2
“ARE YOU KIDDING ME!!”
Rangiku’s yell startles you.
“Why didn’t you say anything (Y/N)-chan!”
She grabs you and you’re immediately pulled into a hug. Toshiro shows disinterest as he watches you currently getting somewhat suffocated in Rangiku’s unnatural bust.
“Matsumoto, if you don’t release her she may not make it.” She lets go immediately and you back up.
“S-Stop doing that!!"
“Sorry.”
She says with a little laugh.
“What are you even going on about?” You grumble.
She’s wearing a smirk.
“Don’t be so modest, everyone knows that you and Kuchiki-taicho have a little thing going on.”
“W-What!!”
How did they find out?!
“Who told you that?”
“Ichigo did.”
You sweatdrop.
“It’s obvious he’s trying to get revenge.”
The last couple times his encounters with Byakuya haven’t exactly been great.
“What a hassle.” You mutter.
“Your babies will be so cute!!” Your blush darkens, and Toshiro snaps his pen.
“Quit your gossiping and get your paperwork done Matsumoto!!”
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After Toshiro’s little outburst, you didn’t stick around very long. Walking through the barracks, you feel a bit annoyed. You only pause at the presence you feel.
“Are you going to keep hiding?”
You place your hand on the hilt of the sword, and you turn at the many bodies that appear.
“We’d like you to follow us (Y/N)-san.”
You recognize them immediately. They worked for the Kuchiki clan. The dark suits are a dead give away.
“I have no intention of being brought into idle talk with nobles. I have no business with you.”
Byakuya had warned you about this. Members of the Kuchiki clan didn’t take well to outsiders. Everyone knew of the way they’d shun his late wife Hisana.
“You seem to think it’s a request, quite bold of you.” Someone else steps out. The robes, dark hair and those eyes. They bear a remarkable resemblance to Byakuya. He exudes superiority, or possible arrogance.
“Surely you know who I am.”
“Of course.” You kneel.
“It’s a pleasure to meet your acquaintance Jun Kuchiki.”
He smirks.
“So you do have manners, I’m impressed. Byakuya may not know how to choose valuable partners, but at least he trains them. “ You stand, not reacting at all to his statement.
“May I ask what brings you all the way out here, Kuchiki-sama. Surely someone of your esteemed status has better things to do than wander around the squad barracks.”
“Sever your ties with Byakuya.”
It’s said so coldly.
“He’s already tarnished his image once. At this point I merely feel sorry for him. It’s clear that he’s seeking a replacement for that tramp Hisana.” You clench your fist, but stand firm.
“It is disrespectful to speak ill of the dead. Please watch the manner in which you speak.”
“Who are you to give me orders, you are no more than a rat from the streets of the Rukon District. You should be honored that we’re even standing in the same space right now."
His entire demeanor pisses you off. You want nothing more than to slam his face into a wall.
“Hisana Kuchiki may not have been of noble blood, but she was the wife of Byakuya Kuchiki, you will address her with the same respect as any other noble. If not..” You draw your sword slowly, and you can see the surprise in his eyes.
“Then I will ensure that you are unable to utter another word from those venomous lips."
The slight rise in reiatsu makes them all stumble slightly.
“Y-You dare threaten a noble!!!” He looks enraged.
You drop your sword at your side, and when you disappear, he flinches. Your body reappears directly behind him, not even his little foot soldiers have a chance to react. You raise your hand, and blood splatters onto the floor. Jun stares in utter shock at the hollow above. Its teeth have sunk right into your forearm. He falls back unto his butt, terrified.
“I apologize, I should have picked up on it sooner. Nobles such as yourself give off a more significant spiritual pressure. You should be careful venturing out so recklessly Kuchiki-sama.”
Your tone is mocking, and he clenches his teeth.
“Why are you idiots standing around!!”
It’s clear they hadn’t anticipated the threat.
You open your palm.
“Bakudo 63, Sajo Sabaku.”
The yellow brightened rope lengthens as it wraps around the hollows form. It drops to the floor with a yell, and you just whip the blood off your arm. Taking slow steps, you pick up your sword, walking over to the hollow in a relaxed manner. It’s still fighting against the hold, and Jun’s eyes are shaking.
“I’d like to inform you that I admired Hisana. She may not have been strong physically, but she loved wholeheartedly till the very end. “ You lift your sword above the hollow’s head.
“However, I have no intention of trying to be reasonable with people I view as enemies. Anyone who thinks they can challenge my integrity with foolish words will be cut down.”
You bring the blade down, cutting it straight through its mask easily. The body fades in a matter of seconds, and Jun is being picked up off the floor by his workers.
You spare him a glance.
“Tread lightly.”
A chill runs through his body, and his jaw is clenched tightly. He yells at the men to take him back, and they all move frantically to get out of there. When their bodies disappear, you look down at your bruised arm. Your eyes only move when you hear the flapping of a coat. Someone lands in front of you.
“Taicho..”
“I felt your reiatsu spike, are you alright?” His eyes immediately track your bloodied hand.
“Just a hollow, I was reckless.”
It’s possible that he knows who was just here. There’s no way he would have missed the reiatsu of another noble, especially one from his clan. He doesn’t say anything though, so you assume he doesn’t want to pry. You sheath your sword.
“I’ll head to the fourth squad immediately sir.”
“I will join you.”
For a moment you just look at him.
“Even after all he’s faced, how does he continue to have such faith in love?”
You’ve never truly been in love, so you can’t imagine what he’s gone through. But somehow your respect for him has grown that much more. He knew the moment he decided to pursue you that it would not go over with his family very well. But he still decided to go after it, because apparently he was better at following his heart, regardless of what others had to say about it.
“Hisana-sama, I’ll do my best to become someone worthy of this love.”
You’ve already decided.
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