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plushii-gutz · 1 year

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Part 11 🌚 it's shorter than usual, but that's intentional I swear

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Furnoss was amazed with the efficiency of the three monsters, having prepared lunch in half the time it usually took him. When he asked how, the answer was simply "together." It became apparent how easy the task would've been if he simply trusted them. A lot of things would have.

It's funny, really, how long it took for Furnoss to acknowledge just how tough he had been on everyone. How he expected them to do so much when they didn't have the ability to, whether he was at fault or not. It still poked at his mind a lot, despite the apology he had given and the forgiveness he received. It would take a while for everyone to adjust, but it was a welcome change. For most, at least.

"Excuse me," Furnoss stood from the table, "I need to bring Loodvigg something to eat. I don't want it to die any time soon. Not yet, at least."

Attmoz and Glaishur took over, Syncopite and Scaratar leaving to get the proper rest they needed. Furnoss was careful with every step, keeping himself aware of any noises he or the bone monster made while opening the door. Loodvigg sat inside, opening their eyes once the fire monster made himself present.

"Going well, I hear."

"It is. Much better. A lot can change with such little time."

"That is true," Loodvigg stood up, "Much can change visibly. But, I suppose you're fully aware of your situation?"

Furnoss sat down the meal he had brought for them, speaking as firm as he could.

"I am."

"They don't really believe you yet."

"Is that so?"

The dark monster stood up, scittering closer to its old friend. The red monster kept his eyes forward.

"It's been years," Loodvigg continued, "and I believe you fully that things seemed to have changed. But it's only that. Only 'seemed'. They don't fear you anymore. They won't respect you soon, either."

"They don't respect me because I scare them," Furnoss spat, "They respect me because I've learned to respect them. They aren't kids anymore, and they've shown it."

"It has only been one day. You'll need someone to remind them who's in charge. Who did so much for them for so long."

"It'll take more than that to convince me that any of your words are true. What you had done is still prominent."

Loodvigg moved back, lowering itself to the ground and tucking its spidery limbs underneath itself. They seemed to have lost their original intentions.

"Oh, Furnoss. Yes, I've had hours to think of my actions - and I'm remorseful. I let my past define my present, and it was entirely wrong."

The fire monster lifted an eyebrow.

"The Galvana I know isn't the one from before. That staff was merely a coincidence! It was foolish for me to act so quickly. And for so, so long I had shut myself out. Never until now had I become so aware of my wrongdoings."

Furnoss moved back, shaking his head. Loodvigg wouldn't have changed that quickly. Would it? If he himself had changed, maybe Loodvigg could have too?

"No."

"What?"

"You're staying here until I believe you. Until we all believe you."

And like that, the conversation had ended. The room was emptied of its voices. The door shut and locked. The monster held himself against the wall for a moment, focusing on his breathing. There was just something about Lood' that always threw him off so much. Their dull appearance, their cold voice. He just couldn't pinpoint what it was.

"Furnoss!" Attmoz called, "We're heading out back to the garden. You wanna tag along?"

"..coming!" Furnoss answered.

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A lot of the children's time was spent outside, as it provided plenty of activities for them to enjoy. A common place the group explored was the garden they all shared. Though it was seen primarily as Scaratar and Blasoom's garden, anyone was welcome. Unfortunately, the trip was still a difficult one for the smaller of the monsters. Glaishur carried Hornacle down the steep parts, almost slipping himself in the process. He was lucky Attmoz was aware of how clumsy the cold monster was, else they'd need more bandages.

The garden was small but held plenty of plants and colorful growth. Blasoom tended to the flowers, chirping happily at the new buds beginning to bloom. Scaratar picked a few freshly grown berries, offering some to Torrt and Plixie. Attmoz sat near the edge, enjoying the light winds and calm rustling of the grass. Hornacle encouraged Galvana to come with them to a small, soft patch of moss with overhanging vines to explore. The water monster knew they wouldn't be able to play much, so maybe something as simple as examining the lovely colors would be preferred. It was certainly appreciated, as some of the other little monsters came to understand that they needed to be a bit more careful around Galvana for a short while.

"This is quite impressive," Furnoss praised, "Did you do this all by yourself?"

"Mostly," Scaratar admitted, "We needed Attmoz and Hornacle to make a few rain clouds for us when we started, but we did the rest on our own!"

The poison monster stepped back to Furnoss's side, admiring her and Blasoom's hard work.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?"

"It's amazing, Scaratar."

The afternoon is surprisingly calm. Plixie placed a crown of flowers over Glaishurs head, slanted enough so it hid the bandages that covered the cold monsters eye. Vhamp had given Galvana's bandages a bit of decoration, too, a green vine wrapped around with small yellow flowers. Furnoss felt a warmth in his heart that hadn't been lit in years. The kindness every monster here had shown to one another, the understanding and care. He hoped that he too could learn. Admitting that he wanted things to change and allowing to be guided was already a big step, and the others seemed to believe him enough for the monster to believe in himself.

Furnoss's mind went back to Loodvigg. Did they really want to change? He needed to be sure. The safety of the kids is more important than theirs. Would it be fair to keep it trapped if it truly meant what it said, even if he were just trying to be safe? Lost in thought, the fire elementalist stared off in the distance as time passed. He snapped from his trance as the sound of soft humming filled the air around him.

Galvana had run off to Attmoz's side, followed by Vhamp and Hornacle. Glaishur moved over as well, Torrt sitting on his shoulder and Plixie on his head. Syncopite had finally come along, too, standing next to Scaratar. The gentle song came from Attmoz, humming and strumming a new air guitar he had made while the breeze flew through his hair. Galvana tried their best to sing along while not knowing the rhythm, the air monster slowing his own music to allow them to catch up. That's what always brought them together. Music, singing; a precious gem they all held, one they were born with. Furnoss's eyes grew clouded as he recognized the rhythm.

"That song," he spoke, "you remember it?"

Each beat matched. It was a song the unknown spirit had taught Furnoss when he had been revived. It was the song he sang when Scaratar and Torrt were frightened infants that cried over the dark. Sang to every little monster at least once. Before he forgot the words himself.

"Yeah," Attmoz sighed, "I know it wasn't meant for me, but I heard it almost every night. Sometimes it helped. Sometimes it only hurt more. But hey, that's just music. Makes ya weird in the brain."

Glaishur chuckled.

"Maybe that's what happened to ya!"

"Oh hush up, snow-cone!"

Furnoss joined the group, listening as Attmoz continued. The group of kids grew calm, as did the environment. Everything seemed to line up like a perfect painting. If only moments like this could be experienced for the first time over and over again.

Loodvigg listened from afar. The wind carried their song to the castles room, as quiet as it was. Its claw-like nails scraped against the windows glass. They're starting to hurt. But from what?

#msm #my singing monsters #fallen stars msm #fanfiction #fallen stars #im sorry for the common fanfic trope here btw

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prerodinu · 7 months

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⸻@kinglyisms Toshiro & Artem.

"Things with the Pack are a bit complicated, as I'm sure you've noticed." Toshiro stated, moving around the desk in his office toward the filing cabinet in the back. He opened it open and dug around a moment before fetching out the map of the forest. He carried it over to his desk and moved things out of the way before unrolling it and spreading it out. He weighed the corners down with the various things on his desk and then rested his hands against the edge of it. "My--father died. He got very sick, it was incurable, and he passed away two years ago." Toshiro had not taken his death well, but he got there with Elliot's help. "He was a great leader for the Pack. Brave, strong, tall and wellbuilt. When you think Werewolf my father would fit that image." A soft smile spreads across his face before it falls off. "Apparently, those genes skipped me. I take more after my mother." A woman he didn't meet. "My father didn't get to teach me a lot of what he needed to, and as a result I don't--know a lot." He picks his head up and motions toward one of the big, very full bookshelves in the room. "I try to read what I can on Werewolves and Packs to make up for that." Toshiro is doing his best, he wants to be a good leader. It just wasn't easy when you didn't have anyone to learn from. "Anyway, the Pack doesn't really--respect me I guess. At least not all of them. A good majority does, but there are those who don't." He shrugs a bit, pretending it wasn't bothering him. It does. "So, here's the map of the forest." He grabbed a coin and placed it down. "This is where our Pack Houses sit, take a look and see where you want to place yours."

There are times Artem often forgets how new and exciting it could be to be an Alpha. He hasn’t really wanted a pack, though he had gotten it by simply being himself. Leaning into nature his mother should have taught his sister but taught him instead.

How to cook.

How to clean.

How to care for people.

All while his father raged upon his sister and made her a nightmare.

She hadn’t wanted this position anyway either. Some how though, they did it together. Fixed the missed pieces each other needed to create a strong pack. Even if some were disjointed and bad.

Artem loved every bond he had, every person who came through his door.

This is why sitting in Toshiro's office he found himself wanting to give the other whatever he needed. Money. Advice. Love. A home-cooked meal. Whatever he needed Artem would provide it.

“When I think of a werewolf I think of cunning. I think of grace, a quick mind and I think of family. I don’t think of a big strong man or woman. Those things are, pointless if you are backed against a wall on your own Toshiro. An animal or person hurt and backed against a wall will eat its own self to protect itself or get away cleanly. Even if it hurts them.” He glanced at the books feeling at home with them. “Someone with family, a quick mind, they don’t need brute strength. They need the support.”

Artem was giving out advice someone once told him. Someone special to him. Lachlan wasn’t a father but he was the only person Artem and Katia had to point them in the direction of being good and fair leaders. Though he wasn’t going to tell Toshiro stories he didn’t care about.

“I am sorry about your father. Losing someone you love leaves a hole you can’t fix.” He looks at Toshiro, really looks at the other, he was wearing his glasses today, the heart-shaped ones sitting upon his mat of blonde hair he had tied back to keep from overheating himself. He was dressed down more than normal, gray sweatpants and a short-sleeved forest green shirt were all he needed, even if that was a little warmer for him.

Though he didn't want to be shirtless in Toshiro's office. The last thing he was going to do was show off his scars.

“You can learn a lot from books and others. Use your resources.” He offers looking away as the coin comes into view. He detangled his glasses from his hair, wearing them as he looked close.

RESPECT. Red-brown eyes snapped back to Toshiro's face upon hearing the mumble of people not respecting him. Artem could fix that, but he didn’t want to fight the other's battles but a couple well-placed words and maybe he could give those pack members a piece of his mind. The other didn’t have to know.

Taking his glasses off and placing them back on top of his head he stood up leaning close enough to Toshiro to brush his fingers over the others before tracing the map. Moving around the coin thinking about where he would want the house set up.

“Is there a place you would suggest?” Artem values the other's opinion. He obviously wouldn’t do anything without Consulting his sister or the pack but a couple good ideas would be nice.

#(Threads: Artem)#HI NOT ME WRITING A NOVEL//#(Verse // Howl at the Moon)#kinglyisms

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audioaujom · 10 months

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Sam and Sebastian Explore the Mines

Stardew Hub, < prev, next >

I know I write with these two a lot but I think they’re silly lil best friends and making them make questionable choices makes my heart happy. This time they explore a little deeper into the mines than they can handle, so whump and comfort ensues. Enjoy!

Word Count: 2043

Chapter TWs: Mild Blood and Injury, Violence

“You sure this is a good idea?” Sebastian asked cautiously, staring at the mine’s entrance with an incredibly eager Sam by his side.

“Totally!” Sam answered immediately, not nearly as hesitant as his friend as he excitedly bounced between his feet. “The farmer said they cleared out most of the higher levels of all the bad stuff, and as long as we watch our backs it's safe.”

Sebastian frowned, his stomach tangled into nervous knots. “That's what the swords are for?”

“They gave me some tips!” Sam cheered affirmatively, unstrapping both weapons from his back and holding one—a sharp blade made of dark glittering stone—out towards Sebastian. “Here's yours.”

“Oh.” Taking the sword gratefully, Sebastian tested its balance in his hands before sarcastically remarking, “I feel so safe.”

“Watch this.” Sam ignored the comment, holding his own blade out and spinning it by the handle, before starting to randomly slash it through the air.

“Stop playing with that!” Sebastian scolded, strapping his sword to his hip for easy access.

“Sorry, sorry. I’m good now.” Sheepish, Sam put his sword away as well, before looking to Sebastian hopefully. “Anyway, you ready?”

“I guess.” Sebastian sighed, still nervous but feeling a little better as he followed Sam through the entrance and towards a small, rickety elevator on the far wall. “I have always wanted to see what was down here.”

“Then off we go!”

Despite Sebastian’s many objections, they took the elevator down to the tenth floor, getting off with flashlights in hand. Somehow, natural light still filtered in, wet spots on the stone glittering in the low light as the two carefully hunted around to see what they could find. Sam carried the only pickaxe, using it to smash open rocks that got in their way and uncover hidden ladders that led down to floors below.

It was on the eleventh or twelfth level after Sam had managed to kill a strange crab creature that they finally seemed to be finding interesting things, Sebastian kneeling down behind a cluster of stones as a flash of white crystal caught his eye.

“Whoa, quartz.” He commented aloud, using the edge of his sword to knock a section loose so he could slip it into the bag he’d prepared for their adventure. “There really is a lot of cool stuff down here.”

“Told ya!” Sam cheered from nearby, Sebastian looking up as he heard Sam break another large rock. “Awesome! I think I found a geode!”

“Yeah. I saw the farmer carting stuff like that to Clint’s last week.” Sebastian commented as he jogged over to Sam, admiring the spherical rock in his friend’s hands. “Maybe if you take it to him he could help you crack it open.”

“So cool!” Sam was bouncing again, so excited he could barely contain himself as Sebastian watched with a smile. “This is so awesome. This is so cool. I’m so glad you came down with me.”

“Yeah, me too.”

After storing away their respective new items and finding the next ladder, it was no trouble at all for them to clear several more levels—grabbing crystals, gems, and ores as they made their way down. They encountered a few bugs, another crab, and one slime creature that the two managed to fend off, neither of them realizing quite how deep they’d gone until they hit level 30—a completely empty floor save for the elevator and a ladder leading all the way back up to the top.

“Hey, um, I think we should stop here.” Sebastian suggested awkwardly, glancing down the other ladder hole that led into complete darkness below. The tangled mess of nerves in his stomach that had gone away was back, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up.

Something down there was bad news.

“C’mon, we haven’t run into any real trouble so far.” Sam didn’t seem to share any of Sebastian’s concerns, pickaxe up on one shoulder and one foot already on the top rung. “What harm could a few more levels do?”

“It’s getting late…” Sebastian tried, checking his phone for the time and realizing they were deep enough underground that they no longer had any service. “Besides, we’re so far down… if something really happens, we’re on our own.”

Sam deflated, eyes going wide to plead, “But… Please?”

Sebastian hesitated, before finally caving with an anxious, “Fine. But only a few more. To the next elevator level. Then we’re going home, okay?”

“Yes!! Okay, awesome, sounds good!” Sam grinned widely, quickly disappearing down the ladder happily. “Down we go!”

Sebastian waited until Sam called up that it was safe to go down the ladder, a chill creeping up his back from the way the light from the hole seemed to be immediately sucked away by the darkness surrounding them.

He pulled his flashlight out as soon as he hit the bottom, his beam roaming around the darkened stone walls as Sam walked around with a wide smile. “Oh man, is that iron?”

“I have a really bad feeling about this, Sam.” Sebastian shook his head, refusing to look around the ominous floor. “We should head back.”

“But we just got here!” Sam whined, his pout barely visible as he stood at the far reaches of Sebastian’s light. “Just a little more exploring? Please? I promise we’ll leave if something happens.”

“Okay, fine, but… let’s hurry.” Sebastian hesitantly agreed, cursing every time he jumped as water dropped to the floor or cold air gusted in from some crack in the walls.

His nervousness ended up paying off as he ran ahead to stop Sam, hearing what sounded like rocks crumbling and scraping together from up ahead.

“Wait, hold on a minute.”

Sam instantly stopped at the warning, listening for the noise as Sebastian gestured for him to do so. The two stood stock still in the not quite silence for a long moment, before they raised their flashlights at the same time to aim straight into the glinting eyes of a monster.

A loose conglomerate of stone was shambling towards them, misshapen glowing holes for eyes between the barely held-together stones locked onto the boys as its approximations of legs carried it forward.

“Oh shit! What the fuck is that?!” Sam exclaimed, stumbling back in surprise as a moss-covered arm reached out for him.

“Sam, look out!” Sebastian backed away, getting his sword out as he noticed it preparing to launch itself forward at his friend. Sam heard him but only continued trying to back away, not quite moving fast enough to avoid the monster as it collided with him, hard. “Sam!”

Sam fell backwards onto the floor of the cave, the monster on top of him as they skidded a little. Sebastian instantly ran over to them, sword out as he swung for the monster and Sam tried to push it off him. A return swipe from the monster’s weirdly sharp rock claws snagged onto Sebastian’s leg, him doing his best to ignore the pain as he cut the monster clean in two with a few more slashes.

In an instant everything was over, Sebastian awkwardly crumpled on the floor next to Sam, both of them bleeding as they frantically tried to catch their breath.

“You okay?” Sebastian asked after a moment, putting his sword away and trying to get to his feet.

“Are you?” Sam asked in return, Sebastian rolling his eyes as he then helped Sam up by slinging his arm over his shoulders.

“Whatever.” Sebastian half-walked/half-dragged Sam back to the ladder, letting his friend go first just in case he lost his balance. “We’re both breathing, so that’s enough for now.”

The two made it up the ladder rather slowly, then collapsing into the elevator that took them back up to the first floor. It wasn’t much of a struggle to get back outside, using each other for support.

“You're an idiot.” Sebastian chastised as soon as the two were out of the mines, Sam leaning more and more on him by the minute. His head was bleeding pretty badly, along with several scratches up his arms and on his chest.

“Yup. That’s me!” Sam exclaimed happily, his feet catching on each other as he tripped and nearly fell over.

“You must've hit your head harder than I thought.” Sebastian groaned, barely managing to keep them both upright. “That’s not a compliment, Sam.”

“Mhm. Sounds good.” Sam nodded, now looking as if he was about to drift off to sleep.

“Oh boy.” Sebastian sighed heavily, elbowing Sam lightly to try and keep him awake as they walked.

The trek down the hill to Sebastian’s house was thankfully short, though it took them several minutes longer than usual to finally burst through the front door—where they took a very confused Robin at the front desk by surprise.

“Hey, mom, we need—!”

“Oh god!” Robin ran out to greet them, hands nervously flitting in the air around both of them. “I'll go get the med kit, you lie him down on the couch.” She instructed, running out of the room with a yelled, “Maru!”

“Yeah? What’s—?” Maru’s head poked out into the hall as Sebastian helped Sam to the living room, setting him down on the couch before then collapsing into a nearby chair. “Oh man, what did you idiots do now?”

Sebastian rolled his eyes, relieved to be off his feet but not quite taking his attention off of a delirious Sam. “Yes, we’re dumb. Save the scolding for after.”

“Don't let him fall asleep until we can assess the damage to his head.” Maru told Sebastian, running out to go get her own supplies.

“Got it.”

The two women came back together pretty quickly, Maru kneeling beside Sam as Robin came over to Sebastian.

“Here.” Robin opened her much smaller kit and looked at Sebastian expectantly. “Now let me see your leg.”

“Mom, I’m fine, it’s Sam who—” Sebastian tried to protest, only for Robin to gently shush him and push his tattered pant leg up out of the way.

“Isn’t going anywhere.” She smiled gently, digging through the med kit and grabbing a rag to start cleaning off his leg. “You're hurt too, and Maru can handle Sam. Just let me do this.”

“...okay.”

Half an hour later had Sebastian’s leg bandaged up good as new and Sam peacefully—and safely—sleeping on the living room’s couch, Maru back in her room while Robin and Sebastian sat nearby and talked in hushed tones so as not to wake the sleeping boy.

“What were you two thinking?” Robin demanded, worry cutting the edge of anger to her voice.

“We just… went a little too deep. Lost track of where we were and the time.” Sebastian explained evasively, not wanting to seem like Sam was at fault for what had happened to them both. “Sorry.”

“I’m not mad.” She sighed, grabbing Sebastian’s hands and squeezing them. “Really, I just… what if something worse had happened? Did you tell anyone you were going down there?”

Sebastian thought for a minute, watching Robin’s face fall the longer he took to answer. “I think Sam told the farmer what we were doing.”

“That’s a relief, actually, considering how often they’re down there.” There was some relief in the breath she let out, but that didn’t stop her from continuing to scold, “But that doesn’t mean what you did was safe.”

“I know, mom.”

“I know you know.” She squeezed his hands again before letting go to rub at her face. “And I know you know I have to say it. I was just so worried when I saw you boys come in here all bloody…”

“Sorry.” Sebastian apologized, reaching forward to pull her hands from her face with an apologetic smile. “It won’t happen again.”

“Yeah, it will.” Robin smiled fondly back at him, shaking her head. “And as long as you boys can make it here, I’ll be here to patch you up every time. Just be more careful next time.”

“...yeah, we will.” Sebastian settled back into the chair he was sitting in, Robin carefully setting a blanket over him so he didn’t have to get up. “Thanks.”

“For now just get some rest. I’ll wake you in the morning for breakfast.”

#stardew #stardew valley #stardew fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic #cross posted on ao3 #writing #whump #hurt/comfort #sdv sam #sdv sebastian #sdv robin #sdv maru

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authoruio · 2 years

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Hi! I know you probably heard this already but- I love your artstyle ^^ it's really pretty

Mostly asking purely out of curiosity but Uh- how would your OC's think of Victoria ? Generally she's my favorite oc tbh and has the heaviest lore out of all my ocs

Ahoy~! Hearing that people love my art is really heartwarming I don't mind it repeating over and over <3

And wow! Your character is really well-developed! She's scary!

Victoria with Jiyoon and Miren

Ah yes, Jiyoon's weaknesses, beautiful faes.

No no, it's not like she fears them its just that... she has more trust and high respect for them.

Sure, most faes are, well, mischievous but Jiyoon has been friends with a LOT of faes and faes are more trustworthy than humans in her book... Sonya's just so insane for grace and dancing but we aren't talking about her shhh-

Anything Victoria wishes, Jiyoon would probably do them with precise effort. She'll listen to anything Victoria wish to say.

Jiyoon's "observe, watch and stand back" mode activates

Her ears are always open.

But they'll probably have a problem with her manipulative mannerisms. Jiyoon is keen with manipulation, she did not live her life on repeats and being Zev's friend for nothing. But she won't stop it when she knows she can't help it, the usual stand back and watch it all.

Sure, she'll look up to Victoria, not because shes a fae and so gorgeous ahem- the way she carries herself deserves an applause, don't you think?

A good character inspiration she is... Jiyoon addresses Victoria as '아가씨/Young Lady/miss'

Moving on, Miren only has a few words.

One, FAES ARE SCARY. Two, WHATS UP WITH THIS SONYA MIXED WITH MITCH 2.0? People are really around that resembles Mitch one way or another huh?

Yeah, jokes aside, he is intimidated with this fae. The Calamity Glutton who could bark out venomous annoyance at their Leader, trembling in fear? Yep, only two beings can make him shake.

He would only observe her silently, contemplating what kind of fae she is. As much as good he is at reading people, the only thing certain that he can see inside Victoria is haywire emotions.

Yeah she's great and all but fae...

Miren's on the verge of crying

Yeah no, he's not gonna come up to Victoria and hand her the kimchi. How can his sister easily approach a fae?

It doesn't make sense! also him: *casually talking to Malleus*

Victoria with Aori and UiO!

Hello Miss Fae, I hope you don't mind two chaotic duo nervously admiring your beauty-

Aori would be jealous that she can hold herself so high and mighty like that!

Sure, he's a dragon, a mighty being that's greater than anything just under the gods but he looks up to Victoria.

She's like Zev! She holds the aura of nobility and Aori wants to learn from her!

YOUR NAME GIVES YOU JUSTICE!

This ray of sunshine is singing praises for Victoria, basically like a golden retriever....

He will basically do his best if Victoria do teach him! Please go easy on him ^^;;

Now he has two fae friends that he made by himself! Maybe he should let them meet each other? No darling, they're at each others throats...

and on the other hand... UiO once again, is a menace :D (I think Victoria won't be able to keep up with this puppets energy..)

She is jumping up and so curious to learn about this beautiful tall glass fae!

UiO can already guess that Victoria is having some negative emotions bubbling, after all, she's a puppet who's attracted to negative emotions... and will she stop? No. :)

I guess UiO will be facing the dangerous glare of the fae... Hm... blackmails and a little manipulation is ready to hit the dense puppet to the wall...

the reason they can tell Victoria is a fae because of a distinct aura that she gives off, they have a friend who is a dryad and an frenemy who is a fairy, its a very distinct feeling that they can feel but Miren is the only one who can't tell what kind of fae Victoria is.

Now I want to know what Victoria thinks about JiUiAoRen...

#victoria is real interesting!#VICTORIA HAS NO RIGHT TO BE THAT PRETTY #did i enjoy drawing victoria a lot?#yes.#ty for the ask!#Miren: Faes are scary. Malleus Draconia is not exempted.#also him: Hey Malleu! :D #twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #twst oc #character interaction #oc interaction #Jiyoon Luck #Puppet UiO #Aotlantes #Glutton Miren #◦❧ ui arts #others ocs

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tommytranselo · 2 years

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mafia trilogy gameplay review

alright, here’s my full series review + my hopes for mafia 4 from a purely gameplay perspective (well, mostly). fair warning, this is not entirely spoiler free and also long as hell–over five thousand words–so click read more at your own risk.

mafia tcolh

unfortunately i have not played the original (yet), so i can’t give a real review, but i have heard about the optional end-of-chapter missions from lucas bertone to unlock new cars and about the extremely detailed free ride, including enemies spawning across the city and the game saving your progress, which i think are great features that (presumably) allow you to take your time with the game and provide replay value that isn’t just doing the same missions over and over or pointlessly driving around. it’s 21 chapters and i’ve heard it’s a pretty damn difficult game–player preference is gonna vary on that obviously, but overall i get the impression it’s meant to take some time to beat at least on your first playthrough.

mafia 2

coming in at 15 chapters (the first of which was the rather short and partly intended as a tutorial), it seems to be a significantly faster experience than its predecessor and it didn’t take me long at all to finish. replaying has been a weird experience because i honestly don’t really even like a solid third of the chapters (1, 6, and the last three), but the game is near and dear to my heart. while i have seen reports (and videos) of serious glitching, i never encountered any. one note is that the lack of character tags in subtitles was annoying because sometimes it’s hard to differentiate voices (drunk eddie and joe is my biggest gripe).

open world & graphics: whether snow-covered in 1945 or sunny in 1951, empire bay is a truly beautiful city, the npc behavior is very detailed (which can make for some funny experiences if you notice it), and there’s generally a lot to do if you wander around, but the lack of a free ride mode and lack of downtime during chapters leaves little opportunity to actually do it. i didn’t feel like i had much chance to explore or just hang out in the game world, and like i said before, the experience feels kind of rushed, especially on a replay where you know what’s coming next; i really wish we got more time in the 1945 segment because the winter atmosphere and freddy’s bar were really nice, and there was too little chance to experience them. if you die at the end of a chapter while fucking around you generally have to replay the last mission, which seriously discourages exploration and is frankly a stupid feature. there are diners, clothing shops, gun stores, auto shops etc around the city, which is really nice if you’re just hanging out, but i personally never found myself using them much (aside from the auto shop and clothing store once or twice apiece outside the prompts to use them in ch2 and ch7 respectively) because there just didn’t seem to be much time for it, and also because you lose all your stuff multiple times throughout the game, so it feels a little pointless (and it’s easy to accumulate guns from fallen enemies, but tbh i did that in every game). i’d love to go see giuseppe or harry in my off time (which you’re clearly intended to do as there’s some secret dialogue), but there didn’t seem to be much off time. overall, a lovely open world with detailed settings and interactivity that we had far too little chance to enjoy. working mirrors, though!

combat: i appreciated the limitless gun arsenal (being able to carry both a rifle and machine gun was nice) but found switching weapons to be kind of clunky (unless i just suck ass at the controls), for some reason i felt significantly worse at shooting compared to MDE, and honestly the melee fighting sucked. it’s extremely similar to la noire, so i guess maybe it was standard for the time, but it seems the strategy is to just hold down block at all times except when throwing a punch, and the fact you can end up just endlessly circling each other with nobody landing a hit both a) got boring real fast and b) ruined the immersion for me. and no knives/bats/other melee weapons, really? not to mention we only got one chance for stealth gameplay (ch3), and...tbh it just didn’t really do it for me. it took me forever the first time because i took henry’s statement of “no killing” to mean i wasn’t allowed to do stealth takedowns either, but on a replay when i did stealth attack it was honestly a little too easy. as for the healing system, as much as i love food in games, the “eat/drink to heal” and the way your health fills up significantly if you just wait a few seconds made healing feel like a non-issue for the most part; i joke about the floor sandwiches but i never actually found any, going to diners between missions to boost my health a little didn’t feel worth it ever (i only ever ate at the very end of chapters, basically), and mostly my strategy was just to duck and cover while i waited for vito's bar to refill. i didn’t hate it but i think it could’ve been done better.

cars: they handled pretty well once i got the hang of driving, and the snowy roads handling different was nice attention to detail. the customization was fantastic, and i have to say i love the garage system; it was really nice to be able to store cool cars when i snagged one off the street–and speaking of which, the lock-picking requiring effort was a bit of a pain but in a good way, so overall a nice touch. the speed limiter was also helpful, especially for the bit with the cigarette truck. no joke, i LOVED other characters (joe and henry mainly) whining about my driving (if anything it made me drive worse!)

police behavior: the lingering wanted status for both cars and people, while an absolute pain in the ass, added a lot more realism and tension. having to sneak home after the jewelry store job was, though irritating as hell, exciting. it also gives you more reason to use the clothing stores and auto shops. was honestly kind of surprised this wasn’t in other games. mostly i don’t remember the cops being too hard to get rid of, or having any other gripes about their programming.

hud: i hated the minimap honestly; it was hard to read, it didn’t show if enemies were on your level or above/below, and it didn’t show friendly npcs. it also just kinda looked bad. the health bar was confusing as hell at first too but i did eventually figure it out; it looked neat though and it didn’t take up much room. overall the hud was kinda ugly but that’s just me. i don’t recall if you can disable it (i never tried) but a quick google suggests no, at least not without mods, which sucks.

soundtrack/radio: fantastic. lovely score though not my favorite (ending song was a gut punch, though). wildly chronologically inaccurate licensed music, but most good fifties songs came out after ‘51 so i don’t care (hell, if they’d been accurate it likely wouldn’t have been distinct enough from the ‘45 songs). the choice of scripted songs was very well done and the radio stations were very distinct–having djs with clear personalities was awesome. introduced me to some cool songs (billy merman cover of 900 miles, my beloved) and the amount of little richard was much appreciated. the radio ads were more tolerable than in m3, or i remember them that way. wasn’t too fond of how, unlike the other games, the radio does NOT continue to play in big map screen and instead it plays its own, honestly very creepy map theme. on an additional sound design note, the police sirens in this were really really eerie to me, which was neat.

dlcs: i have not played the dlcs and i don’t really intend to. i’ve not heard good things about them and there was a huge lost opportunity for expansion upon the story, especially with the jimmy stuff (my gripe there is mostly that it’s a completely alternate universe).

final thoughts: overall, despite being evidently a fan-favorite nowadays, in my honest opinion i think it’s kind of the weakest of the (original) series as a video game (still one of my favorite pieces of media). this has been largely forgotten and i was not at all involved in the series when 2 came out, but i’ve heard it was largely hated by diehard tcolh fans at first only to gain popularity later. i truly loved the characters and the setting but i really wish we got more time with them, i wish so much content hadn’t been cut, and i wish it didn’t have that lingering unfinished feeling.

mafia 3

wildly different gameplay than the first two games, and while a lot of players hated that, honestly i loved it. it was a lot easier to take my time with it, and while the missions could get a bit grindy (not something i personally minded, but compared to earlier games i see why it could be an issue), there were some cool locations and you could at least decide how you wanted to go about it, something made easier by the solo gameplay. the more structured end-of-district missions were cool as hell, though tbh i don’t think i’d want it to be all scripted like that. on the other hand, it did get very lonely at times with nobody to ride along you and chat during missions, something that became extremely obvious upon playing the dlcs where i had donovan & roxy with me. i have experienced glitches with this one, a couple of which required restarting missions, but nothing truly game-breaking. the fact it always turns off my subtitles when i first boot it up is irritating as hell though. character tags for dialogue subs were nice.

open world & graphics: imo the best open-world hands down, it gave you so much room to explore and i love just existing in new bordeaux; feels like home somehow, at least for me. the existence of the fuse boxes you wiretap and useful collectibles like the circuit plugs, tac vests, adrenaline shots, and random wads of cash (lol) in addition to a ton of purely aesthetic ones encouraged exploration even if you aren’t normally a collector (which tbh i’m not). you’re getting on rooftops, on balconies, in alleyways, in stores and diners, in random people’s backyards and even houses; i’ve said it before but it appeals so strongly to my urge to get into shit that i can’t irl. and don’t get me started on the boats, that rocked (i think more games should have boats). the lack of stuff to do in stores (besides rob the cash register and maybe grab collectibles) was kind of disappointing, especially given i’d probably make way more use of them in this than in m2, but being able to visit the underbosses & lieutenants whenever still scratched the “go interact with people” itch, and the assistants (jb/betty/hank) you could call was a very convenient way of doing things. i also appreciated the random npc conversations and the way npcs on the street will say things to you that sometimes lincoln will respond to (those quick exchanges like “how’re you doing?”) added a lot of atmosphere. the districts had really distinct vibes not just in terms of architecture but also how the npcs looked and acted. i appreciated the random enemies and allies hanging around, felt very dynamic. a truly, truly beautiful game too, though the mirrors don’t work. the weather system was also really nice, although i wish there was a way to sleep through nights/storms because they can be kind of a pain to fight in (or sleep till night, if you want to work under cover of dark); while we’re on the topic, the fact lincoln seems to (technically) stay awake for weeks on end does get real weird whenever i think about it; it also would’ve been nice to see food in game just for atmospheric reasons, even though i liked the health system as mentioned below.

combat: gunplay was generally satisfying and felt balanced, and while the inability to carry more than two guns (one big, one small) is a little annoying, it didn’t bother me all that much once i found ones i liked. the stealth gameplay was hands-down my favorite; you had way more opportunity to do it, you could take on enemy territory as you pleased and find multiple ways into the target location, the survival knife tbh makes for some incredibly satisfying stealth kills, and the whistle feature is a godsend. it’s also very fun to get a bunch of enemies all riled up and actively searching for you, if you want to give yourself a challenge. the “q to punch, left alt to dodge” melee was far preferred to mafia 2’s mouse-clicking, as it made fights go a lot quicker and forced me to actually stay on my toes dodging (it’s harder and i’m worse at it, but it feels much more realistic and overall more satisfying). intel view was much appreciated and is also closely tied to lincoln’s army background (and donovan’s bootleg cia setup, presumably), though i could see how it might arguably make things too easy. personally i hate struggling to find enemies so i liked it. the throwable weapons are fantastic (throwing knives and screaming zemis my beloved), loads of variety, though the knives are a pain to find again if you miss your target and i wasn’t sure how the hell to use some of the others (landmines, namely). i fucking love that lincoln can swim; saved my ass a few times, and tbh i’d love more gaming protags who don’t insta-drown. the alligators were a nice touch if annoying (i almost died to them a couple times lol). as far as healing goes, the collectable adrenaline shots that you could administer in battle combined with the mild regen was nicely done and let you stock up before big fights; immediate healing saved my ass loads of times, and it was possibly my favorite way of doing things out of all the games. the enemy (marcanos, dixie mafia, ensanglante) retaliation was also a very cool feature. overall the combat was by far my favorite of the trilogy.

cars: the cars handled very nicely, the best out of the series imo, which i guess is a product of the 1968 setting. the slow-motion driving, though i don’t use it much, has saved my ass a few times and let me pull off some neat stunts and is quite a unique feature. there were some cool unlockable cars but the lack of customization for random ones off the street and lack of a garage system was pretty damn disappointing. i didn’t notice if wet roads drove any differently than dry (i don’t believe so?) but it would’ve been cool if they did. i got my tires shot out a lot which was irritating. the rearview mirror was a nice touch but i do wish you could turn it off. no speed limiter, i don’t think?

police behavior: the way police responded wildly differently depending on different neighborhoods was brilliant storytelling, and you could really tell the difference–you should’ve seen me trying to steal a car in frisco fields before i had the lockpicking perk, confident i could escape before the cops even showed up like i had in other neighborhoods, only to get instantly swarmed and have to tear out of there so fast i ended up wrecking the damn car (the air i caught before doing so, though–chef’s kiss). now that’s variety baby! hell, in frisco i kept getting random cops on my ass when civilians heard my gunshots during side missions, and they didn’t give up easy. the fact that the blue attention arrow (you know the one i mean?) showed up regardless of whether they were after you or not was a brilliant bit of environmental storytelling that really drove home the fact lincoln was being watched even when he did nothing wrong. the way it did search zones was well done too. the lack of a lingering wanted feature, though it made my life a hell of a lot easier, is a bit unrealistic; might’ve been interesting if you only got it in high-cop-activity neighborhoods like frisco. i appreciated the extent to which they search for you, as annoying as it was; it added drama. absolute hell to ditch them in car chases though, which was noticeable considering the random mob/cult retaliation cars were usually fairly easy to leave in the dust.

hud: much preferable minimap to 2–it showed you if npcs were above/below you as well as showing allies in addition to enemies & cops, was easy to read, and also just looked nicer lol. the health bar was extremely easy to read. it would be real nice if you could disable the damn things without mods, though; sometimes a man wants to take a fucking screenshot! overall, very legible if a bit bland.

soundtrack/radio: killer! the score itself is gorgeous, and the collection of licensed songs is fantastic (i’m a huge sucker for ‘60s music though). very careful attention to chronological accuracy, and the choice of songs during cutscenes and specific missions (del shannon’s “runaway” while escaping with álvarez!) was great. all three radio stations had very distinct character; djs would’ve been nice but it’s not a huge gripe. the station sweepers were cool but the commercials were annoying as all fuck. the uncle lou ad going off air after you kill him was a nice touch (and a relief lmao). the voice and remy had very well-written shows (like, fuck remy, but his persona was believable), but they ran way longer than my drives across the map so i ended up awkwardly waiting in the car to listen, then getting impatient and giving up–a downside of the lack of scripted driving. “all along the watch tower” as a title song was a hell of a choice, and it worked.

dlcs: the dlcs were well-integrated into the story and gameplay, brought some really unique content without feeling too forced, introduced characters whose presence made sense. they gave you stuff to do outside the main storyline that was really nice when i felt like dicking around without progressing the plot. sammy’s bar renovations gave me something to spend my cash on, which honestly i haven’t used much otherwise.

final thoughts: gameplay wise, this one is definitely my favorite. it’s been an extremely long playthrough (i haven’t actually done the absolute last mission yet) which has some downsides but overall was a lot more relaxed than the others and had much more room for screwing around, exploring, etc which was valuable to me. i understand the gripe about no chapters (for series inconsistency reasons mostly) but personally it didn’t bother me and overall i absolutely don’t get the hate for it, mafia 3 is a great fucking game.

mafia definitive edition

twenty chapters long (combining two from the original), it was the first mafia game i played and has a special place in my heart for that reason. i have some complaints, but i adored the game on my first playthrough; i’ve yet to replay but i’m considering. not too quick of a playthrough, especially with that goddamn race. in terms of mechanics it had a lot of similarities to mafia 3, since it used the same engine, so some of this is a bit briefer. same as 3, it had character tags for dialogue subs, thank god. i mostly didn’t deal with any glitches, except for one major one: the armored car section completely broke because of a graphics issue where the turret hitbox seemed not to register, so none of my shots landed even with aim assist; online advice said to fiddle with graphics settings, and turning off one feature (v-tuning? i forget the name) let me beat it almost instantly, but if i hadn’t known that it would’ve made that section literally unbeatable and the game unplayable, which is a pretty major flaw. i’m not sure if it’s been patched yet but i sure as hell hope.

open world & graphics: the graphics and setting design are spectacular. i’ll be honest, seeing the intro sequence for the first time damn near brought me to tears; it felt like coming home. lost heaven is a beautiful city...with fuckall to do. pretty much zero downtime during missions, combined with a free ride that had absolutely jack shit to do for kicks besides drive, antagonize pedestrians & cops, and those obnoxious herbert baskerville missions (i haven’t done much, but they really haven’t done it for me tbh) results in...a world you can explore, sort of, but it’s not even that enjoyable. all those weapons in vinny’s workshop and nobody to use ‘em on–would it kill the devs to spawn a few enemies to fight? or to let us explore inside mission locations? (which, btw, makes collections hell to complete because you have to replay whole chapters, and unless you’re a diehard collector probably isn’t gonna be worth it to most just for that). or to even let me climb on stuff easier? or to give us any kinds of shops, or food somehow, or have any characters besides ralphie (doesn’t talk to you at all), vinny (has like one or two lines), and lucas bertone (whom i visited loads because he actually talks)? it was lonely as hell and driving around started getting depressing, as much as i enjoyed the scenery. for a truly gorgeous, detailed, giant map (the countryside went on for miles!) they wasted it with no interactivity. at least the random npcs will sometimes say hi to you like in mafia 3.

combat: gunplay was very easy to learn and very fun. i’m not sure if this was specific to easy difficulty (it was my first game of the series and on an unfamiliar computer, give me a break) but there was a neat feature with the crosshairs where they’d turn red if you were on target to hit and form an x if the shot would be fatal, so i got real good at pistol headshots real quick (picked this up again in mafia 3 even without the red crosshair but struggled in mafia 2, so i suspect it’s partly a game engine thing). melee was the same “q to punch, alt left to dodge” as mafia 3 that kept me on my toes, albeit a little clunkier given tommy isn’t a combat trained vet (nice attention to detail albeit potentially motivated by fan complaints toward previews), so i had fun with it. knives and bats were nice but i found little chance to use them, knives especially. the stealth missions sucked major ass (one you had to get right up behind them and one you couldn’t stealth kill–just for relaxation, my detested). the healing system with the med boxes scattered throughout missions was pretty damn brutal and i got killed a lot (granted i was inexperienced so idk how i’d fare on a rerun), which definitely made me strategize, and honestly it helped balance out the easy shooting. i’ve heard gripes it was too easy (aside from the fucking race!), and while i played on the lowest setting, i’m kind of inclined to agree, though i’d have to see on a replay on medium/hard.

cars: the driving, once i got the hang of it, was surprisingly smooth, though driving in free ride after i’d been playing mafia 3 was a trip. some of those ‘30s cars handle like hell though (race car my detested), and one time in free ride i snagged a car in front of a cop just to see what he’d do...well, turns out it was a jalopy with a top speed of 41 mph, and he chased me down and shot me. on the other hand, the hearse from the saint and the sinner survived me whipping off the top of a hill, slamming down through the trees, and crash landing in the airport parking lot to ditch the cops (wasn’t in good shape afterward, but she made it!) so make of that what you will. i don’t recall a speed limiter either. the motorcycles were fucking awesome. all in all not bad.

police behavior: considering i’ve heard the cops in tcolh were absolutely brutal, comparatively this was a cakewalk. they were a huge pain to get off my ass in certain chase sequences, but so long as i stayed out of sight especially when they were first called out, they’d give up way too easy, even on hard mode (something i tested pretty extensively in free ride). lack of wanted feature was surprising to me even when i had yet to play mafia 2; i ended up ditching the hearse in the saint and the sinner before we got back into town, though that was as much about the fact it was slow as hell by then as getting recognized (but still).

hud: similar to mafia 3, especially the minimap, which honestly looked even nicer tbh. very legible, and afaik you can disable it easily (photomode). no complaints here.

soundtrack/radio: absolutely beautiful original score; the main theme will genuinely never cease to haunt me and is pretty much without question my favorite original song of the series. i’m not huge on thirties music so nothing stood out to me as far as licensed songs, but it was a nice and very atmospheric collection. the radio stations felt much less distinct but the berringers commercials were funny, and overall the ads weren’t annoying at all really. the news breaks were pleasant and well-timed. i don’t actually know if djs would’ve added much here, really.

dlcs: besides a few outfit/car packs? there are none! for fuck’s sake, h13.

final thoughts: a gorgeous and very fun game that could stand to let the player breathe a little. cutting the lucas bertone end-of-chapter optional missions (and adding the cars to free ride instead) was a mistake, because that would’ve given the player a chance to fuck around in-chapter, especially given free ride is so damn empty. overall, despite its flaws, the game is a generally well-paced experience that i really enjoyed.

mafia 4: my hopes

i expect it’ll be chapter style like 1 and 2, rather than more open like 3; i don’t really care either way but slightly more structure might be nice. i do hope it’ll be on the longer side (longer than 2, at least) but...i don’t know if i expect that. that would also mean more of a wait till it comes out but that’s probably worth it. here’s hoping they put character names in dialogue subtitles!

open world & graphics: good visual design (given the quality we’ve seen, i’m not at all concerned) and interactivity. give us shops, give us random npcs that engage with the player (the “how you doing?” went a long way), give us chances to talk to side characters, give us the ability and reason to go get into shit like in mafia 3. give us FREE RIDE with stuff to do (enemies to fight and locations to explore, namely) that isn’t horribly lonely and limited, and give us time to screw around in the main story (specifically, let us end chapters at our own discretion like mafia 2 rather than automatically like mafia DE) that won’t result in having to restart stuff if we die. honestly i much preferred the integrated free ride style of mafia 3 though i have no expectation of that again given i seem to be very in the minority there–but please, i want a good balance of plot progression and messing around. oh, and let me climb on things.

combat: unlimited arsenal would be nice, so long as switching isn’t clunky, but i wouldn’t mine the 3/DE style of one big gun, one small; so long as the gunplay isn’t totally fucked i don’t really care. i am however begging for melee in the style of mafia 3 & DE and not 2–make us block on the spot and not just hold it down, that shit got so boring so fast. i’m also desperate to see mafia 3 style stealth, especially enemy searching, the whistle feature, and knives. pleeeease give us melee weapons and the chance to use them. intel view or similar would be nice but is very character specific so i have no hopes of it and i’m fine with not getting it. i’d love for there to be some kind of food in game (at least alcohol like in 2), but i’d rather a healing system closer to mafia DE or mafia 3–or if they do food, at least make it easier to find during levels or able to be carried with you. and let us swim, dammit! unless it’s set in los ondas and there’s no water, but still.

cars: i’m leery of these 1920s automobiles having shit cornering and top speeds, but if they handle like mafia DE’s cars did, i’m fine with it. rearview mirror (disableable!) and speed limiter would be nice. and give us motorcycles! and boats, if applicable. mafia 2 style garage system and customization please for the love of god. and other characters bitching about our driving!

police behavior: lingering wanted feature on cars/players (especially cars), and differing police response based on neighborhood. more intense search for suspects. don’t get so pissy over traffic offenses.

hud: legible, detailed, and disableable. show us allies and give us the hollow icons if npcs aren’t on the same level as the player. and make the health bar easily readable for the love of god.

soundtrack/radio: my hopes are not particularly high for the licensed songs given it’s almost certainly a 1920s setting (i’m still bitter about that ‘70s soundtrack we aren’t getting, and also i’ve had a very hard time finding pre-1930s music in the past), but here’s hoping we get a good original score and distinct radio stations. djs would be nice. i do have high hopes the newsbreaks and ads will be pleasant this time.

dlcs: hard to predict or hope for anything when we know basically nothing of the game, but i hope we actually get at least one (hopefully more) and i hope they’re well-integrated like mafia 3’s were.

final thoughts: i kind of doubt we’ll get this, but put goddamn subtitles on ALL speech, not just the main dialogue. radio announcements? subtitle it. random npc chatter in the background? subtitle it. stack them and make the less important ones slightly smaller if there’s cross talk (hell, especially subtitle things if there’s cross talk), but for fuck’s sake it’s basic accessibility and the fact i never see this done irritates me to no end. also, i really hope we see food in game. doesn’t even have to be for health reasons i just want my little pixel buddy to eat. and let me sit down, sitting down should be in more games. and also, please for the love of god don’t have loads of timed missions; i don’t think it will given we haven’t seen a lot of them besides the joe’s adventures dlc, but just in case.

#IT'S HERE FINALLY #mafia 2 #mafia 3 #mafia definitive edition #m4 speculation

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Unexpected [Indulgent Self Insert]

Uh...yeah....Indulgent self-insert of a separate Pokemon cross over universe. Professor Karume Arjun moves to Hellsalem's Lot since there isn't a professor in that area after deeming it separate from the rest of the United States.

(Klaus)

Klaus leaned back from a game of Prosfair, today they were to help escort several Pokemon transport trucks to a new Lab for one Professor Arjun. She seemed like a well-respected official, if you asked other professors or reasearchers. But the general public weren't too fond of her or her research.

Klaus was mixed himself. On the one hand, seeing those portals rip open the sky some ten years ago, only for these bizarre creatures identified as Pokemon to come spilling forth was terrifying. Second only to The Great Collapse.

On the other, Professor Arjun was a behavioral analyst. Her entire body of published articles were about how to avoid problems with wild Pokemon and proper training methods. So it wasn't like she was doing anything that would get anyone injured.

Perhaps it would be best to not think about it. The only reason Libra was called as an escort was because of how dangerous the Pokemon were. Though, they did have to head out now if they were going to be a proper envoy.

(Professor Arjun)

Waiting for these trucks was the worst, but there was no way around it. Rescued Pokemon were always difficult to transport, especially the ones that suffered the way these had.

Professor Krane called them "Shadow Pokemon". His assistant Rui had coined the term. But really, they just didn't want to be close to humans again. Karume wouldn't want to be close to other humans either, not after being treated like a tool the way these Pokemon had, forced to fight to the death in underground rings.

A soft sigh escaped the tired Professor. Setting up a whole lab with zero help in under three weeks had been no easy task. And her work was barely begining.

The sound of trucks pulling to a stop outside brought the professor back to reality. Her own Pokemon would have to help carry in the cages, specifically her Gardevoir and Gallade. Their psychic abilities would be the safest option.

But first, to make sure the people escorting the Pokemon didn't get themselves hurt.

(Normal)

Leo was hyped to be on this mission. He did idolize Professor Arjun for her work. Even more so when she was helping oversee the training for Michella's seeing-eye Lillipup. It had evolved since then, but it was still the most helpful companion his sister could ask for. More than other people in some cases.

Though that was the extent of it. Leo hadn't really known a time when he wasn't nervous around other Pokemon. Well-trained Pokemon were one thing, he could calm his nerves a little. But the sounds from the back of the truck had suggested nearly wild Pokemon.

Were they wild? Or was it just being in cages that set them off? Leo couldn't be certain.

"So, any idea what this crazy chic is really like? I mean. She works with Pokemon of all things." Zapp was being his usual self, though a hint of nerves was showing, "Like she's gotta have a couple screws loose, right?"

"I'm sure she's perfectly sane." Zed commented, "Her research is quite thorough and her methods can be replicated easily. You're the one with screws loose."

It had not been a very fun trip.

Steven blinked at the rather odd Professor. She fit the whole working with Pokemon part down to a T, physically fit and muscular looking under the lab coat. But also looking a bit wild and bored??? Steven didn't really know what to make of her. This was the Professor sent to Hellsalem's Lot by the League.

Though, she seemed to scan everyone, sizing them all up in one swift glance.

Even Klaus felt somehow small under that gaze, despite being rather kind. The professor was the first to move forward, extending a hand towards Klaus.

"Its nice to meet you, I'm Professor Karume Arjun."

"Klaus von Reinherz." Klaus was ever gentle even in his confusion over being approached so casually, "Would you like some assistance? Or do you have other staff to help unload these Pokemon?"

"Tempting Mr. Reinherz" Professor Arjun smiled warmly, "But I have things handled. I'd rather avoid injury of your people."

Before Klaus could respond, or anyone could really, one of the trucks revved up again. Speeding off with the driver yelling about how Hellsalem's Lot didn't need a professor at all. And before Libra could respond, Professor Arjun was sprinting headlong in that direction.

Klaus instructed Leonardo, Zapp, and Zed to guard the remaining trucks while Chain, K.K. Steven and himself chased down the runaway, and the professor.

Upon turning the corner after the truck, Klaus gasped at seeing such a large Pokemon dashing so nimbly through the streets. Professor Arjun upon its back as if she did this regularly. The large black furred Pokemon leapt gracfully, latching onto the truck and sticking with massive claws sinking into the metal.

Professor Arjun called out, "Trix. Tor."

A Gallade and Gardevoir appeared in a burst of light, using their psychic powers to steady themselves and lift the truck off the ground. Professor Arjun dismounted her Luxray and returned him to the Pokeball.

Steven marveled at the sheer prowess of the Pokemon, more so at the person currently controlling them with ease. Was this the true power of having a loyal Pokemon by one's side?

Gilbert pulled the car around safely to the side and stopped. Even he had to stop and stare a few moments at someone so capable of commanding these powerful creatures without a word. Perhaps the Professor could teach him this kind of training. Head Maid Catherine Bates had hinted in her last call about an update in training Pokemon after Master Reinherz Sr. had discovered this professor's research.

Professor Arjun floated gently down, watching intently as Trix, her Gardevoir, and Tor, her Gallade, carefully extracted the driver from the cab of the truck. She was certain that the police had been informed and would wait, at least until she didn't have to worry about someone attempting to shoot the back of the truck.

She wasn't waiting long as Trix and Tor lowered the truck to a smattering of applause. Klaus and Steven felt their jaws drop as the Professor praised her Pokemon before returning them to their Pokeballs.

K.K. was standing off to the side, she really came all this way with them just to watch a kick a$$ professor do their job but better. Well, at least with far less damage then they could really do. But she had to admit, those were some cool looking creatures. One absolutely beautiful the other more stead fast.

K.K. considered looking into a pet Pokemon for her boys, given how Leo had gushed about his sister's assistant Pokemon. Chain on the other hand was more impressed with the over-sized fluffy Pokemon the Professor had ridden.

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Klaus was passing by the lab with Steven. Nearly a month had passed since they first met the professor. While she had remained a relatively quiet and polite person, only ever interfering in incidents involving Pokemon, Klaus had several burning questions for her.

Steven could tell this, he'd spent long enough by Klaus's side to just know when he needed external permission to follow his whims.

"Why don't we see about making an appointment to chat with Professor Arjun? Worst that could possibly happen is she's booked until New Years."

Klaus chuckled a tiny bit, unaware he was even showing any kind of intrigue in the building they were about to pass.

"I don't see why we couldn't check upon it in person."

Steven smirked a bit, turning back to enter the lab. Yep, he knew his red-haired friend a little too well sometimes.

Both were met with quite the sight though. Professor Arjun had a large flying scorpion Pokemon clinging to her back. Not to mention several smaller Pokemon following her every step. It was a wonder she was able to move at all without tripping.

"Yes, I understand the delay. Of course. Yes, thank you." Professor turned, sliding her phone into her shirt pocket with a sigh, "Can I help you gentlemen?"

Of course she didn't miss a beat. Though Klaus was a bit nervous to see so many Pokemon all at once.

"Good afternoon Professor." Steven broke the ice, "We were hoping to set up a short meeting to discuss a couple things."

Professor Arjun opened her mouth to reply, but was cut off by her phone. Instead having to answer.

"Hello. Professor Arjun speaking."

Were there no other staff members here? Why was she swarmed with Pokemon? Klaus had more questions and still no answers. Though she was polite about having to take a call from Professor Sonia Magnolia.

Their conversation was about the still continuing space-time rifts that popped up from time to time. They were mostly avoidable, but every so often they were random and rather distructive. Yet the Pokemon found inside were never any more dangerous than any other found naturally.

"Forgive me for that." Professor Arjun turned to Klaus and Steven again, "You were saying?"

"We would like to schedule a meeting Professor." Klaus was a little too nervous and was talking louder than he intended, "To discuss possible assistance in training our own Pokemon."

Professor Arjun's eyebrow raised up, threatening to disappear in her hair, "Training for what precisely? To battle competitively, raise as pets, or field work?"

"Field work. Similar to how you use your own Pokemon in confrontations."

"Hm..." Klaus relaxed as she did, but still waited with baited breath, "That's rather difficult training. Quite extensive. And you aren't exactly affiliated with the police or I would've seen you before now."

Both were sweating a little around the collar.

"If you have a moment right now. I could at least get a couple answers before giving my own. It sounds odd, but so will the questions I need to ask." Klaus and Steven looked at each other with suspicious looks, "Would you step into my office? Uh...my private office. I don't think discussing this in an room where anyone can burst in is a good idea."

Both nodded at the Professor and followed her into a rather small office covered in small pet beds with a comfortable looking tiny sofa and desk. The Pokemon dispersed to various beds and playing with one another, except the Gligar across her back, which stayed attached to her as she sat on a stool, offering the more comfortable seating to her guests. Klaus eased onto the couch while Steven sat in the chair.

"So, you mentioned field work. That wouldn't happen to be like....fang hunting field work, would it?"

Klaus sat forward, his surprise mirrored by Steven, "Absolutely what we meant. Do you have experience with fang hunters?"

"Very little. One man called 'Lucky' I think. Poor man was being followed by a wild Absol." Professor Arjun leaned back a little, "I figured out fairly quickly why but he was very talkative about....blood breeds?"

Steven groaned. Of course Lucky would be lowkey trying to recruit a powerful Pokemon trainer, "Yes, its the term we use for vampires. Its a more accurate term."

"Ah....then I wouldn't recommend you train Pokemon."

Klaus furrowed his brow, "How come Professor?"

"I'm sure there's no lack of skill or dedication in either of you nor your team. But the training itself is extensive and time consuming." Professor Arjun looked apologetic, "And from what little information I do have. You don't have a lot of time to spare between your jobs to fully train a Pokemon, let alone a team."

Klaus and Steven blinked slowly at the concern. The logical concern.

"Buuuuut, if you're dead set on doing so. I will do what I can to help you. I just can't recommend it with a clear conscious."

"We deeply appreciate the concern Professor." Klaus bowed his head slightly, "Though I assure you we can take our time training Pokemon properly. Though it's likely going to take longer than you're thinking since our job will take obvious priority over training."

#bbb #kekkai sensen #kkss #blood blockade battlefront #klaus von reinherz #steven starphase #zed o'brien #zapp renfro #leonardo watch #chain sumeragi #gilbert f. altstien #K.K.#pokemon #random #self insert

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knullanon · 2 years

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Platonic yandere Grayson family (invincible) adopted a teenager (enby?) who survived a attack on their city. Later on the teen gets powers through a freak accident. Have fun!

a/n: yeah for sure! I'm treating the ask in past tense in the story, but its still the same! it's just more about the relationship between the family! hope yall like it!

Flying Lessons

summary: you never thought in a million years that you would be able to fly, and yet here you were, being taught by mark on how to do a barrel roll mid-flight. at least it's fun, right?

words: 1972

warnings: death of minor characters, an allergic reaction is mentioned, lmk if I missed any!

Mark was not an asshole. You've been telling yourself this for a very long- well, maybe not that long, but just a little longer than you would've liked. In fact, for the last week, you've been repeating it to yourself over and over.

Mark is not an asshole. Mark does not mean to be an asshole. He's stubborn, yes, he doesn't get things at first glance, yes. But he is a sweet guy. A sweet guy who doesn't have a mean bone in his body, but by god was he dense.

In fact, your first day at the Grayson household, he respected you, asked about you, how you were doing, which room would you like, and even made you something. And even if it wasn't edible, it was still a nice gesture.

Shit, he even helped you carry your stuff (or, at least what was left from your old house) into your room. You even remember the little necklace he got you. He joked that the rock inside it was "from space", and while you used to think he was just shitting himself (for a superhero) you soon came to realize he was completely right.

"________, you almost got it! Just fly up to the roof and then land easy!"

Mark was not an asshole. He just didn't understand that this was not natural for you.

You felt like a balloon that a child had let go, and now you were floating up into the sky, without a care to the world.

Looking back down, you realize you were getting faster at flying, even if you didn't know how. You tried to mimic the feeling of before, and it worked. So basically, if you just had that feeling of being deep in thought, you would be able to go faster, and to go slower, you would just stop thinking about it.

Great info. Would have come in handy 5 minutes ago, when you couldn't even get up off the floor.

An excited shout made you turn towards the empty parking lot, to a happy Mark waving at you and smiling like an idiot. Turning back towards the buildings roof, which was approaching at a much faster speed than you would've liked, you started to get back into the mood.

Twisting your body rewarded you with yourself propelling forward. Good: another thing to note. How to go forward. And if you combine that with you're thought process of thinking about going up...

Landing on the roof could've been better, but it was the best you've had all evening.

The cheers from Mark definitely helped with that conclusion as well.

"Lets go, ________!" he shouted, suddenly right beside you. He hugged you, and lifted you up, spinning you around as you both laughed. "I'm so happy for you!"

Setting you down gently, he scratched the back of his neck, still chuckling a bit. You were glad he had time tonight to help you with your... new abilities. Maybe you were just still a little annoyed at him for the other things, but even still, he was helping you make better progress than with your dad.

"Did you land on the roof?"

Speak of the devil. Turning to the farther edge, there sat the man himself, still in uniform. Nolan was a little iffy about your failures at flying for the past few days, but you understood that he was not the most patient man. And especially with the murder of the Guardians of the Globe, it probably not the best help on him.

"I did it!" you cried, leaving Mark to rush up to Nolan. Opening his arms, he gracefully accepted your hug, happy to be able to talk to you after such a long day. He let out a sigh he didn't realize he was holding in, and when he felt you start to move away, his smile faltered a bit, but he let go anyway.

"I'm glad you're able to control it, and that you were able to do a better first landing than Mark."

Ignoring the gasps from Mark behind you, you looked back up to Nolan, who was looking out to the horizon at the moment.

He squinted before he looked back at you, and said, "Suns almost gone: you two should head back to the house. Debbie is probably already asleep by now."

Mark appeared behind you. "You won't be joining us?"

Nolan shook his head. "Cecil called me about something in Australia: some guy trying to kill a whole hospital full of elderly people, or something along those lines."

Mark's face turned more passive, but he was starting to look like a sad chihuahua. "Alright. Well, me and _______ are gonna get some food then call it a night. Right, ________?"

"Yeah, for sure." Thinking of where you would like to eat, it left Nolan to turn around and prepare to fly over to Australia in record time. But he suddenly turned around and said, "______, don't fly to the local McDonalds. Drive there."

"But I- I just got this stuff-"

Nolan flew away, like he knew exactly what he was gonna say before he left. Which left Mark slightly chuckling. "Sorry, scout, you're just in your permit stage."

"I am trying to convince myself to not kick you in your balls."

"Could you even reach there- ok, I'm sorry, please don't, uh- I'll pay for food?"

Dropping your leg, you glared at him for another moment, but you also realized he was the only one out of the two of you to have cash. You shrugged and said, "Sure."

He breathed a sigh of relief, before he picked you up bridal style, and flew up and off the ground. Yelping with surprise and clinging onto his neck, you yelled, "Didn't he say I wasn't supposed to be flying?"

Mark simply replied, "He said you couldn't be flying on your own, he didn't say you couldn't hold onto me when you were flying."

Looking down at the city below you, at all its beautiful lights and colors, you kind of wished you would've gone higher.

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Cecil should know what was going on. In fact, he almost felt more stupider trying to make sense of it all than just accepting that the accident had been just an accident. And it didn't help that the poor kid had just lost their family a few months ago.

Pulling out his tablet, he read the report on the accident again, recognizing the words from repeating the thing over the past hour.

You were with Mark at a mall in downtown when a virus, seemed to specifically target you, was thrown at you from above, breaking the glass ceiling. It seemed to be a bomb, and when it exploded, it let out some kind of gas that spread like a wildfire. Everyone else there lost oxygen too quickly from the gas, and their body started to shut down, as the gas made them go into some kind of zombie like state, where they were still alive on the inside, and yet they were slowly dying due to their bodies.

You, on the other hand, just seemed to have an allergic reaction. Unlike the rest of them, you were writhing around on the ground, and you were just coughing like all hell. Nolan rushed in seconds later, taking the people out of the mall, and leaving Mark to deal with you, and it was a struggle to get out of the building for some reason. When you both did get out, you were simply breathing heavily and you had hives on your arms and chest, surprisingly not anywhere else.

When you were rushed to the hospital, it was soon revealed that you were not only slightly immune to the strange virus, but also that it gave you some fucked up abilities: some of which were still forming.

It just didn't make sense. Who would be smart enough, and yet dumb enough, to target the 'child' of the most powerful man on Earth? And besides their brother.

Cecil knew that even the biggest and baddest people who were against them weren't this dumb to do something right in public, and do something this big where it would affect you, not only long term, but benefit you, it was impossible.

He sighed as he neared the door to his office, expecting the worse from his subordinates, from news about Nolan's mission to something new about the accident, if it could be called that.

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It's been a few days since you've learned to fly a little better. Since then, when either one of them is busy, Mark and Nolan will step in for each other when teaching you. If one of them is busy with hero work, the other will appear and continue teaching you.

You've found that Mark is definitely the best on teaching yourself on how to start things, like flying backwards, how to not run into things, and surprisingly Nolan is better at teaching you fighting methods and different flying techniques.

Of course, there was that one day when Mark straight up taught you how to do roller coaster stuff, but that was not important. What was was that you were having a damn blast with your flying than you did before.

But you still didn't know why you got these abilities... or why you were the only one who survived the gas.

And that was what was worrying Nolan.

"Dad, it's ok, Cecil hasn't made any move towards us-"

"Yes, and that's exactly what I'm worried about."

Currently on Mount Everest, and you in bed back at home, there was no worry about you overhearing the conversation.

"Cecil is- it's just out of character for him-" Nolan continued, "it's not normal for him to drop something like this when he was working on it so precisely. He was suspicious about the attack on _______'s city, and even more when we adopted them, and he was always trying to get answers to hi little questions when he could, but now that he's completely dropped it when they got powers, its seems like he's biding time." It was silent for a moment, only listening to the winds rush past them, dying down, and then rising back up again. Mark broke it, with an almost shaky voice.

"Do you... do you think he knows it was us?"

Nolan turned towards his son, anger rising in him. "What, that we were the ones who made that gas? That I was the one to throw it in there, and base it on a 50/50 chance that they would die or it would work?"

Mark winced a little hearing his fathers angry voice directed towards him now, but he continued anyway. "Well, do you think that he does?"

Realizing his anger was useless, and that he needed to become more level headed, he turned back towards the empty mountain, reminding himself he was out in the middle of nowhere.

"I don't know, Mark. I truly don't know."

Mark was going to say something, but decided against it. Instead, he joined his dad, watching as the winds kicked back up again. He wondered what would your reaction would be if you found out. Found out about everything.

Would you still joke with him? Would you want to stay with them?

… would you want to talk it out with him?

That made him go slightly into a panic mode, but he quickly calmed himself down. You would never find out. About anything. Everything. It didn't matter how many people he would have to silence, if it meant that you wouldn't have to be taken from him, or his family, he would do it.

Even if that meant dropping a building on your family and holding you down to inhale the gas.

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stardustedknuckles · 3 years

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Thinking about what it is to be a monk and how a lot of things about it probably fit Beau’s mental state after being rejected and kidnapped. Like yeah she never got the hang of meditation but think about it. When a trust breaks that you didn’t even know you had, when the plan set out for your life is destroyed before your eyes - on some level, you know, I think Beau always thought she’d settle down and find a way to follow her dad’s wishes while retaining her agency - your life gets very small.

That ruined trust shows up in the tiniest things. You learn to enjoy coffee or tea with no honey or cream, because what luxuries you don’t have you can’t miss when they go. You eat simple foods that are easy to get your hands on because if something happens to your income or there’s a shortage, your life carries on more easily. You wear the same few outfits, you pare down what you own so if you have to bolt you can take everything important.

And all of that would have likely fit a monastic way of life. In some ways, I bet Beau took to it beautifully. Maybe a little too well. The Cobalt Soul rewarded mistrustfulness and a do-it-yourself mentality despite the overall synchronistic way its members seem to work together. Dairon trusted nobody and it made them brutally efficient and respected. That had to look so good to Beau after everything, especially by the time she met them. Plain food, few possessions, self-reliance - by the time she got the letter about TJ and surmised she was no longer wanted...she’d already been alone for a long time, but now she had the skills to make being alone work for her. So off she went.

I’m not saying the Soul was bad for her. I think canon hashed out pretty well the intricacies that went into the circumstances that brought her versus her decision to make her place there a part of her identity. But I imagine how it looked at first, when Beau and Yasha got their place together. Yasha was nomadic, of course - relying only on what she could carry was a lifestyle for her in a whole other way and separate from the things that happened to her.

I just wonder what it was like to maybe walk into a little house somewhere close-ish to Beau’s work in Rexxentrum, to move in with what was in their pockets and maybe a housewarming gift. Spread out their bedrolls in the room, put whatever it is Caleb and/or Veth probably gave them on the mantel, ta-dah. Looking at each other in the quiet and realizing that Yasha’s never had a home like this and Beau is still affected by what happened the last time she thought she had one, however turbulent. The Nein was home, but now it’s them. So what does that look like?

I feel like they figure it out piece by piece for the other - I feel like that’s how this goes, how their house becomes a home. Beau doesn’t have anything she particularly needs if you ask her, but she comes home with flowerpots for Yasha and paints to decorate them because she loves Yasha and wants that joy for her. Yasha is fine sleeping on the floor, but she hunts while Beau is away to gather furs and make a proper place for them to sleep so Beau has comfort rather than adequacy. Beau picks up some little colored glass bottles for no other reason they’re pretty and Yasha will love them, and Yasha hangs them so the morning light spreads little chunks of color over their walls and floors when they wake. Beau always wakes up before her, which means Yasha frequently wakes to find her girlfriend watching those colors rustle and sway in the morning breeze coming through the window she opened, a contented smile on her face.

Little by little, they build a life together with the knowledge that they’re strong enough to defend it. And then one day they look up and they realize neither of them is waiting for that moment anymore when they’ll have to.

Just thinking about healing and the way it can show up in something as simple as a cup of coffee. It’s still black, but it’s in the one mug that survived the first kiln firing they tried, and the mug sits on the tablecloth they put down that first morning they woke to the chill of fall, and the yard is full of the things they’ve grown as surely as the life they share.

#beauyasha #i don't think I can do a prompt tonight #so this is what I can do #beauregard lionett #yasha

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animatedrapture · 3 years

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"VORFREUDE."

Summary: Sakusa thinks of you as his vorfreude, his intense anticipation from imagining future pleasures. He swears it's not mere delusions.

Pairing: Sakusa Kiyoomi x F!Reader / slight Komori Motoya x Reader

Word count: 4.5k

Genre & Content Warnings: Slight angst. NSFW. Dark content. Yandere behavior. Porn with Plot. Incel/Bully!Sakusa. Virgin!Reader. Abuse. Non-con. Blackmail. Coercion. Misogyny. Slut-shaming. Slight manipulation and mindbreak. Fingering. Corruption. Defloration. Degradation. Vaginal penetration. Creampie.

Notes: Thank you soooo much to the lovely anon who commissioned this! Took a lot longer than it should've cause academics kept cutting in & joint with my anxiety. But yeah, thank you so much :') Thank you Faiwy for the final beta !! <3

If you're thinking about commissioning me, please refer to this post.

You’re a constant, Sakusa thinks.

For as long as he can remember, you’ve been following him and Komori like a lost puppy—whenever they were, you were sure to be there. He can’t think far back enough to remember when it started, but you were insignia of constancy, that was all Sakusa knew.

He listens intently while you talk to Komori from beside him, voice low and stumbling over your words every so often—he knows you're going out of your way to avoid saying something he could use to pull you apart with, piece by piece like a frail little toy.

"How did the test from yesterday go?" Komori questions you, right as your trio made it to the cafeteria.

Your easy-going smile falters at the mention of it. Sakusa already knows the answer. He shares that class with you, after all. He had the front row seat to see your face flushed with humiliation and how rigid your body grew when the professor told you Sakusa would be tutoring you.

Reminding him that out of everything about you, the way you wore your heart on your sleeve is something that insistently rubbed him the wrong way.

First, because he starts thinking about how easy you make it for people to take advantage of you; it makes his blood boil. Then, he starts thinking about every reaction he could get out of you, like how you'd look from beneath him as he used your body the way you wanted him to.

Because you do, don't you? Why else would you go out of your way to adjust to his habits? To carry around your personal sanitizer and wipes, always making sure the space you were in with them was clean.

Nothing else could explain how you strung along with them like loose thread.

It tugs at the heart beneath his ribcage—but whenever he sees you give all your attention to Komori, the betrayal sinks in, and he's reminded what kind of a woman you are.

A whore.

As you laughed nervously, taking a seat across from them, Sakusa wonders if you're having fun, wonders if for a moment you're riddled with guilt as you flirt with his cousin and him at the same time, in the same breath.

"N-no, it didn't turn out very well," you admit in between stutters, embarrassment creeping back in.

Komori frowns empathetically, "I could help you, you know—"

The sparkle in your eyes is quick to appear. God, you're so cunning. It makes Sakusa consider that maybe you failed the test on purpose, thinking this would happen—but that would be giving you more credit than due. You're just a dumb little girl.

"I'm already tutoring them," Sakusa interrupts, and he's unsure whether to be delighted or angered at the way your face falls sullen.

"O-oh right, but—but I'd love to get your help, Motoya-kun—"

The scoff Sakusa lets out is loud, loud enough to make you wince. "You're dumb enough as it is, you don't need distractions," his words come slicing like knife. You sink in your seat.

Komori laughs awkwardly, giving you a smile—sheepish and apologetic—he's so kind, he's always so kind.

Sometimes you wonder how they're actually cousins; until you're reminded that Sakusa hadn't always been this mean to you. He had always been cautious, but he wasn't ever mean like he was out to get you at every ragged edge.

Somehow, though, the closer you got to him—past his defenses and indifference towards you—the meaner he's gotten.

You were like a moth to a flame, not in the sense that you were attracted to its light, but more so like being punished with burn after burn the closer you got.

But your feelings for Komori begged you at every instance to swallow the humiliation down, at each of Sakusa’s degrading remarks.

You take out your packed bento, wiping at the table with wipes before placing it down, the cousins moving to do the same out of adapted habit, until you notice Komori digging in his bag, eyebrows furrowed like he's confused.

"Motoya-kun? What's wrong?"

He turns to you, scratching at the back of his head, "I think I forgot my sanitizer."

You're quick on your hands, offering him yours without missing a beat and Sakusa's reminded of why he even likes you at all.

You were persistent with being able to stick around them. He thought that was remarkable. That you'd never been freaked out by his habits, you respected his space—something he couldn't say with the people who pushed and disregarded his boundaries. That instead of forcing him to adjust to you, you went out of your way for him to be comfortable with you around.

And he's flattered, really. He doesn't have to wonder if he had a chance with you because surely, he does.

Since he's so nice—nicer than a whore like you deserves, he'll let you know your feelings are reciprocated, then he'll fuck you, because surely, that's what you want… Right?

Then maybe, when you're finally his girlfriend, he can start training you to stop being such a flirty slut, that you belong only to him and that you’re nothing but his property.

But for now, he can settle with the warmth in his chest as he notices all the ways you try to get his attention.

Being with Sakusa is hard, even with Komori around, it was nerve wracking. Conversations with him weren't any easier, if anything, they were more dreadful.

When you ask Sakusa about tutoring you, you do it over lunch just so you avoid having to walk up to him alone. His answer is curt when he tells you to come over tomorrow, and that he’ll pick you up from your place; because you can try all you want to outsmart him, but he’d always catch on.

Because Sakusa was smart, and you were just you.

After lunch, you feel nothing but the dread bubbling in the pit of your stomach—churning and thrashing—because no matter how hard you try to push it down, the fact is that you’re actually scared of him.

Scared of the nitpicking he'll scrutinize you with—the way you sat, the way you looked at him, the way you trembled in his presence alone. You start thinking of what to wear, because even something as little as that can put him off—always commenting about how short your skirt is, how you're showing too much skin, how you're probably doing it on purpose.

But it's nothing you're not used to anymore.

So you tug on your fear, push it into a corner, and you tell yourself that Sakusa is mean, and condescending, and harsh, but he wouldn’t hurt you. You pick yourself up from the corner of your mind, and you repeat in your head like a mantra. Sakusa wouldn’t hurt you.

The ring of the bell breaks you out of your reverie. It reminds you that the day has almost ended, and that it felt like a blink faster than it should’ve been. Still, you pull on your things, gathering them to leave the classroom slowly emptying out.

You make a small sound of surprise when your eyes dart over to the door, where Komori stood, an anxious smile on his lips. He looks like he's been waiting for you, making your heart hammer against your chest like it wants to leap out.

Face-flushed and giddy, you walk towards him.

“Hey, Motoya-kun. What’s up?” You smile, all sweet and bright-eyed. From the pit of Komori’s stomach, something flutters. You only ever look like this when your eyes are on him; he thinks he wants to keep it to himself.

He brings a hand up to his hair, lightly scratching at the back of his head with a nervous smile, and it’s awkward in an adorable sort of way. He’s walking beside you along the corridor, it’s slow and the bit of silence between you is calm.

“Ah, well…” He starts, gaze flickering to the floor and back to you indecisively, “I was wondering if I could ask you to the newly opened café tomorrow. A-after you study with Sakusa-kun, of course,” He stutters a bit, offering you a boyish grin.

It so nearly pulls a squeak out of you, surprised in the most love struck sort of way. Your heart beats out of your chest unlike the way Sakusa makes you feel.

Your heart hammers out of fear of him—but with Komori, it's nothing but pleasant and warm and intoxicating.

Your smile is instantaneous; it comforts Komori as your lips part.

"I'd love to," you answer him softly, though an octave higher.

Sakusa finds you both like this, shyly smiling at each other like lovesick doves. There's nothing pure about you, you shouldn't be smiling that way. Especially not at the face of his cousin.

"Oi," he calls out, even through the face mask, his annoyance seeps into your skin and makes you feel small.

The blood that had rushed to your cheeks dries you pale at the glare he gives you.

"Coach is looking for you, Komori," he follows, yet never taking his eyes off of you.

"Right. I'll see you tomorrow, Y/N!"

Sakusa takes another step closer to you the moment Komori's out of sight. Your grip on your bag tightening, instinctively taking a step backwards.

The action alone makes him practically sneer with you cowering in response.

"Disgusting," he mutters, brimming with venom. "There's nothing I hate more than girls who throw themselves at any guy they see."

Maybe it's the sheer malice in his voice, or the way your eyes catch how his hand moves up—but you flinch, like expecting a hit to come across your cheek.

The pain never comes and when your eyelids flutter open, you're met with hard eyes the color of obsidian yet gleaming with a newfound resolve despite his furrowed eyebrows that suggested hitting you was far from the origin of his intentions.

Without a word, Sakusa walks away from you with his hands shoved in the pockets of his jacket.

You let your body slump against the wall. His eyes burn in the back of your head, almost like they’re warning you.

Right before you head to bed, your phone chimes once, then twice and it’s bittersweet. One from Komori, telling you he’s excited to see you tomorrow, and one from Sakusa—not beating around the bush, it says nothing but ‘9 AM.’

It’s firm and unyielding. Even as your head hits the pillow, forcing your eyes shut, sleep doesn’t come easy—not even at the thought of seeing Komori on a date.

It’s not the sunlight peeking in between your curtains that wake you, nor the sound of birds chirping outside your window. Instead, it’s the ache in your body acting like a bad omen. Nevertheless, you drag your body out of bed.

Your stomach churns but you get ready for the day.

You think the next hour couldn’t come any quicker, because you’re fidgeting on the balls of your feet and somehow, there’s goosebumps rising against your bare skin.

Your phone blinks back at you with a minute before nine o’clock but you already hear the knock on your door. Your breathing halts even as you move hurriedly to open it—and even when the air hits you as you find Sakusa on your doorstep.

You feel his eyes wander, from the very top of your head, down to your feet, and he mutters, “You look nice today.”

The blush that creeps on your cheeks is only natural. Compliments in any form that came from Sakusa were hard to come by—only because they were compliments in the most genuine, honest of ways.

Sakusa is mean, and if you were more honest with yourself, he’s a bully. But Sakusa, mean or not, is still Komori’s cousin; so you give him a smile, palms going clammy.

“Thank you, Sakusa-kun…” You trail off, hesitating on your next words, “You look nice today, too.”

And he does. The dark color of his clothes complimented his pale skin and dark, curly hair, and despite being covered by the mask, his pristine beauty seems to gleam through. Even seemingly unfazed, his gaze on you softens by a fraction.

As abrupt as it appeared, he’s already turning away, “Hurry up,” he quips, but his voice is softer because you look nice today were words that confessed his truest feelings—the ones that reminded him he’s so in love with you and that you’re the cause of warmth in chest.

Even when you strut around trying to get Komori to like you, Sakusa doesn’t attempt to deny the feelings he harbored, because you look nice today, too should mean something, shouldn’t it?

You know you’re dressed up for your date with Komori, but Sakusa doesn’t know that; so in that moment, he appreciates you. For once, there isn't one insult that lingers in his tongue or even in his head as he walks slowly.

Sakusa is nice today, you note as he keys the lock to his place. He had awkwardly placed his hand on the small of your back on the short walk it took from your place to his, guiding you along the sidewalk.

You've only been to his place once or twice, both times were with Komori, so you weren't familiar with the directions. The walk was silent, and in his silence, you found a reason to relax—just enough to make you think that this might go well.

Despite all awkwardness, Sakusa is forward. Seeing you sat on his couch so comfortably, the skirt of your dress riding up slightly, does nothing to hold back his urge to keep his hands on you.

It's a good thing he doesn't have to keep his hands to himself now, right? Since you like him so much, you'd let him fuck you now… Right?

Sakusa's movements are sly, that's why you don't question how he walks closer towards you, sitting so, so close to you—that's why you choke on the lump in your throat when his hand shoots out to grab you by the wrist, pulls you in, then presses his lips on yours.

The second that passes is only because you couldn't wrap your head around Sakusa—lips pressed against yours and body so close.

But the next second, you're pushing him off roughly enough to stop him and he's looking at you confused.

"Sakusa-kun, I think you misunderstood—I like, I like Motoya-kun, I didn't mean to—this is—" you're trampling over your words, looking at him with panicked eyes.

Sakusa mutes out the sound of your voice, all he can hear is the beating in his chest and the ache of it—the sound of his heart dropping to his stomach. He should’ve known.

All the softness in his eyes are gone. His hand, still wrapped around your wrist, gripping tighter and tighter; your heart skipping obnoxiously against your chest. Something about the way he's looking at you now petrifies you.

His silence feels deadlier than his destructive words, deadlier when you wince at his grip, whimpering, "Sakusa, you're hurting me—please," and still, he doesn't let up.

Not when he's roughly tugging you from the couch, taking your arm with a bruising grip, then he's hauling you somewhere. You thrash, panicked pleas calling out to him and apologies he doesn't deserve but you offer him anyway. All your protests are rewarded when he halts, turning to you without a hint of remorse, pushing you to the floor—his foot comes to your side, kicking you with a force that knocks the breath out of your lungs.

Bile is rising up your throat, coughing and arms shooting to your stomach to protect yourself. Scared feels too small of a word to describe the feeling that looms over you as he takes your arm again, dragging your curled up body.

Sakusa shoves you inside a room, even as you flail around and beg for help, his face remains impassive; whatever force you’re putting in the way you try to break free from his hold is futile. Of course he’s stronger. Of course, but you can’t possibly accept this, can you?

You made Sakusa yearn—disgustingly grapple on his feelings so needlessly, and nothing, he thinks, could be more unforgivable.

So he secures you on the bed, bound and within his claws, for you to take responsibility for the yearning you've planted inside of him.

"S-Sakusa, please," your begging sounds like a whimper. "I-I won't tell anyone! N-not even Motoya-ku—!"

You hear ringing in your ears before feeling the sting across your cheek. From inside your mouth, you can taste metal.

"You won't tell anyone either way," he mutters apathetically, like the idea of you telling anyone isn't a threat, "No one would believe you…"

He pauses, gaze on you hardening for a second, "You don't want Komori finding out you only got close to him because you wanted me, right?"

The sound of disbelief that escapes you is small, even the wide-eyed betrayal that flashes in your eyes does nothing to make him even pity you.

"You–I, I didn't—"

At your stuttering, Sakusa clicks his tongue, "You're such a dumb girl you don't even know what you want."

"That's not true, Sakusa—"

He glares down on you. The bed dips, bracketing your body between his knees, hovering over you, then leaning forward. His hands move slowly as if caressing you before grabbing your hair with a stinging tug.

The fear pooling your eyes only makes him even angrier.

"I hate that face," he grits out, "Always looking at me all scared, then you look at Komori like a shy innocent bitch, it pisses me off."

Pretty as you are, he lands another hit across your cheek—hard enough that you can feel a cut on your cheek trickling down with blood, the side of your ear going deaf. You’re not sure anymore if it was a slap or a punch—all that you know is that it hurts. Your vision is blurred when you open your eyes, but even through them, the insanely expressionless eyes of Sakusa are clear.

It dawns on Sakusa that you wouldn’t date him. Of course you wouldn’t. Sluts like you go for guys like Komori—so he’d just have to take you by force, make you date him by force, make you love him by force.

Besides, you look prettier forced, he observes. Your face tear-stained and bloody makes his cock throb in his pants. With your body weak underneath him, so helpless that it disgusts him and fuels him with desire all at once.

Something about your weakness, the innocence that spills from you contradicting his firm idea that you’re a dirty whore makes him livid. He pictures you painted with bruises and cuts, the image sending a shiver down his spine. Clenched fists pull back, only to land on your sides, on the same places he kicked you.

What makes you feel sick at the stomach more than the abuse he inflicts on you is the way Sakusa’s movements lack hesitation as his hands travel to your bare thighs.

"W-what are you doing?”

It's disgusting. Women like you are disgusting. You lead him on just so you can take advantage of his feelings like this—that even if he knew better, he'd still soften up for you.

It's you who lured him into this, he almost sneers at the thought. You were truly vile, and yet he loves you all the same—wants you all to himself all the same.

"Omi?' You breathe, frightened. The nickname falls affectionately, though, putting all your hope into it, wishing it would tug on his heart enough for him to let you go.

“Let’s talk about this, Omi? Please?” You cry, searching for his eyes—the ones trained on your thighs as he glides his hands against them, your dress bunched up to your hips revealing your baby pink panties. Your sobs only grow louder as he goes further up, going on as if he’s in a trance where he can’t hear you groveling at him to stop.

Strong, calloused hands stop at the band of your panties, fingers hooking, and only then does he look back up at you. Dark eyes drown you as he tugs them down torturously slow, exposing you to him in your most vulnerable state.

The same second you attempt to force your legs shut, comes a biting pain on the inside of your thighs, instantly blooming his handprint at the force. Your mouth opens to wail at the pain, but it’s the same wail that Sakusa swallows as he brings his lips to yours with a kiss so treacherously passionate.

Sakusa pulls away quickly though, eyeing your bare cunt, he brings his fingers to your slit, experimentally rubbing up and down and your response is immediate, somehow. Your slick gathers on his fingers, body squirming from beneath him.

“K-Kiyoomi, it feels weird—stop, please,” yet your hips buck into his fingers as he prods at your tight hole, “Don’t—Not there—N-no one has touched—”

He lifts an eyebrow, “You’re a virgin?” His question sounding more of a comment, because the hesitant nod you give him is almost needless when you hiss at the intrusion of his digit pushing inside of you; your walls clamping down on it, body tensing, he brings a thumb to your clit, circling with enough pressure to make it feel good.

And it’s wrong. So wrong, but it feels good because you’re moaning against your will, whimpering at the curl of his finger and at the additional finger he’s slowly sinking into you.

The stretch is uncomfortable and foreign. Nothing is in Sakusa’s mind but at the thought of you absolutely untouched, absolutely all for him to ruin. Your body instinctively leaning to his, submitting to his ministrations—fingers scissoring and pushing in and out of your pussy, the sound of your slick echoing in your ears as if to taunt you, but your legs are trembling, your gasps are broken and there’s a pressure in your pelvis about to snap.

“You’re so filthy,” he mutters, but he looks at you like you’re the farthest thing from filthy, and his comment is exactly what makes you break, eyes rolling to the back of your skull and cunt creaming around his fingers pathetically.

You feel so dirty, especially at the sound of your slick as he pulls his fingers out and shoves them inside your mouth—the taste of you tainting your tongue. Shaking your head profusely, you beg him with your eyes, “No more—please, I don’t want this.” you weep, muffled.

“Suck,” he commands, but your defiance is clear before you even shake your head, so he pushes his fingers down further, choking you until you gag and find it hard to breathe.

“Suck,” he repeats, and you relent.

Watching you suck messily on his fingers, drool and tears disheveling you, dried blood sticking to your skin, he frees his twitching cock out of its constraints.

Though hazy, your eyes catch it, the thickness of his cock—hard and flushed at the tip—your hands tugging at your restraints feebly making you panic and choke on his fingers, nearly biting down on them.

He’s quick to pull them out, glaring down at you with dark eyes, jaw ticking as his hands curl into fists; knowing what’s to come doesn’t prepare you any more at the excruciating pain of his abuse, even more so at his length pressing against your wet folds—cockhead nudging your puffy clit and making your cunt drool on him.

Both hands dig into the flesh of your thighs, pressing them to your chest. The pain on your face numbs at the sensation of him prodding on your entrance, ripping you apart and increasing the pain—your head throbs as he stretches your cunt with his fat cock, barely giving you time to adjust as he starts to move slowly despite your tense walls barely allowing him.

He curses as he ruts into you, bathing in your cries and moans, violating and invading the entirety of you. The pleasure of feeling you and having you just like this seeps into his bones, turning his languid thrusts more desperate.

“You make desperation look so pretty,” he groans, “You’re making such a mess, you like being forced like this?”

He insults you, but you’re everything he always wanted and more—the taste of your skin as he sucks marks onto your neck as if you were his to own, the clenching and humiliating sound of your cunt squelching as he pounds into you and grunts against your skin. His cock throbs inside you and drags along your velvety walls deliciously; all you can think is that you hate this.

Pressure, pain, the drowning pleasure of Sakusa all over you and inside you don’t allow you to retreat to the back of your head and forget. Not with the burning euphoria building up in your stomach or the moan that slips from your lips as Sakusa brings one of your legs down, bringing his hand to your breasts and thumb swiping around your sensitive nipples.

“O-Omi, please,” you sob, weak and submissive—just how you should be. Your nails dig into your palms, arms aching from your restraints. “I-I’m gonna—I think I—”

“Y-you really are a whore,” he spits, voice strained yet patronizing, still. “Do it, then. Cum on my cock.”

His hand moves in between your thighs, fingers pressing and rubbing circles on your clit as you cry out, tight walls clamping down on him and stuttering his already sloppy thrusts, your arousal running down his length and down to his heavy balls slapping against your ass.

Your moans come out as squeals of his name, your back arching and breath catching in your throat, vision going white as he continues to fuck into you.

His breathing is ragged, moving to bury his face into the crook of your neck in an odd show of affection, your swollen cunt pulsating around his cock as he suddenly stills, his low groan vibrating against your skin as he empties inside you.

You want to cry—but nothing comes out, all you can feel is the bruises on your skin, Sakusa’s cock buried deep inside you and his cum leaking from your abused hole, the stickiness and the sweat.

Maybe Sakusa’s right. Maybe you are disgusting, because as he peels himself from you, thinking it’s all over—Sakusa doesn’t undo the ties keeping you on the bed.

He reaches towards the bedside table, grabbing his phone. The sound of the shutter going off once, twice, over and over with the camera directed at you pulls your soul out of you.

“Omi—?” Your question remains a lump in your throat, but Sakusa is smart. He doesn’t need to hear your question.

“You’re my girlfriend now…” He mutters carelessly, “but I’m sure you don’t want Komori to see how you like to be fucked, right?”

#sakusa smut #haikyuu smut #yandere haikyuu #;commish

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my-darling-boy · 3 years

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Genuinely asking, isn't self-diagnose with a condition kind of dangerous? Because legitimizing self-diagnosing opens a door to many malicious people who would want to exploit the fact they can self-diagnose? And in turn, make the space of autistic people worse?

Was going to skip this, but I’m writing a LONG response because I’m VERY exhausted with the amount of misinformation I see on this “self dx is dangerous” take, so buckle up and allow me to info dump.

Recently, authentic_autism_advocacy, an Instagram account run by a supposed medically diagnosed autistic woman was discovered to be a non-autistic woman, Connie Manning, posing as a medically diagnosed autistic person to spread hate and anti-self diagnosing speech. In reality, she is a neurotypical mother who regularly uses her autistic son for clout; she also turned out to have a hand behind CalmWear, a brand of sensory compression products designed for disabled people. Not only had she been spewing hatred towards other autistic people, she had been accusing well known AFAB autistic tiktokers like beckspectrum of faking being autistic and threatening self diagnosed autistics and saying they are a danger to the community, and engaging in other incredibly discriminating behaviour. Yes, she herself was a neurotypical person posing as a medically diagnosed autistic to perpetuate hateful rhetoric about self diagnosed people and used her voice to speak OVER autistic folk for financial gain and exploitation of autistic people, including her own son. If you want to read this roller coaster of a story, an autistic person wrote an entire article on it with tons of screenshots and sources.

So let me make one thing clear to you.

The purpose of actually, genuinely self diagnosing is not done to attract attention or to parade around and exploit other autistic people. Self diagnosed autistic individuals have recognised due to difficult life circumstances, financial hardship, bigotry and stigma within the medical/legal world, being a minor, lack of insurance, lack of proper access to safe care facilities, being denied assessment due to incompetent or biased practitioners, and/or any other obstacle that they may temporarily or permanently be barred from diagnosis. Self diagnosis does NOT instantly mean a person is posing for clout, nor does it indicate a person is trying to wring money from assistance services or exploit other autistics. And nts who use self diagnose with intentions of harming the community? That’s NOT self diagnosis, that’s abuse of something meant to aid people blocked from medical care or financial means to that care. All we can do for autistic people, no matter who we perceive them to be, is treat them the same way we would any other autistic person. Because the moment you start deciding by your own book who deserves respect and who doesn’t, you’ll be on a slippery slope to locking out thousands of autistic people from the community. If it’s discovered a person like Connie is literally abusing the system of self dx to intentionally mislead the community, by all means, we must hold them accountable. But you cannot simply go about granting and revoking access from people just because someone lacks a diagnosis or doesn’t fit your idea of what being autistic looks like, especially if it’s based on stereotypes.

Moral of the story? Isn’t it ironic how anti-self dx people will 100% believe a user who claims to be medically diagnosed but shows no “written proof” of it, yet always demand written proof from a self dx person? It’s almost like even anti-self dx people can’t tell the difference between someone who is medically diagnosed autistic and someone who isn’t. Well, that’s because they can’t. While there might be common traits, autism has no set model, it is a spectrum, no autistic person is alike; Policing self diagnosed people about their self diagnosis isn’t a form of protecting the community. It’s a form of gatekeeping. If you find yourself granting instant acceptance, without asking for proof, to a person insisting they are medically diagnosed like this neurotyical mother, but then prohibit self dx people from entry entirely on the grounds of not showing proof of medical assessment, you are upholding a double standard. This is why policing autistic people’s diagnosis, self or not, is inherently useless.

So here’s the thing... instead of asking people to stop self diagnosing, what you should instead be asking yourself is, “Why do people self diagnose? What kind of medical system could possibly be in place where people feel they need to resort to self diagnosis rather than get an actual diagnosis?”

Well, it’s mainly common knowledge among most of the autistic community that diagnosis is NOT easy to come by.

One of the main reasons why people cannot get a diagnosis is due to financial/insurance reasons. It’s reasonable to estimate that by the end of 2020 almost 30 million Americans alone were without health insurance. I’ve heard costs out of pocket for an autism diagnosis are between $500-$6000. If a person or a family cannot afford health insurance—which by the way on average is around $5,400 a year for a single person and $13,800 for a family here—where are they supposed to pull out $6,000 to get screened?

You might be asking, “Well aren’t insurances supposed to cover disability?” Sure, there are options for disability care through health insurance—not even going to get into that—but like a lot of things in the US, this is a severely flawed system. A lot of private health insurance will stop or limit coverage for an autism diagnosis or assistance services once a person reaches 18 to 21 years old. In most states, coverage has a higher chance of being denied to autistic adults coming with the added age cap or ONLY covering ABA, an abusive, manipulative “therapy” used to force social compliance and trait suppression on autistic people. The fact that ABA, a conversion therapy, is covered, but little else, shows exactly what insurance companies think of autistic people: they’ll only cover us if we want to learn to be “normal”. This can leave many undiagnosed autistic adults who cannot afford analysis, insurance, or safe assistance services with nowhere to turn. If I was not on my parents’ insurance, there is NO WAY I would EVER be able to afford a diagnosis. I don’t have $2,000 lying around. The MONEY ALONE would prohibit me from getting a diagnosis, no matter how many autistic traits I presented.

When I was going through this system years ago to start a diagnosis, I was shocked to find no therapist within three hours of me was accepting adult patients. “Up to 18 only” their websites would say. And in the event I had found one (1) that accepted me as a then 20 year old with X insurance, and that person refused me diagnosis, I would be out of options unless I planned a 5 hour drive which may have also led me to another biased screener. A person seeking self financed assessment can waste thousands of dollars therapist hopping.

People will say, “Well I live in X place, and where I come from, it’s covered!” Well the reality is that everyone in the world does not live where you live. It’s not realistic to assume everyone is in the same position as you or your family to afford care or access the same resources as you. When you say, “Just go out and get a diagnosis! It’s not that hard!”, understand you are speaking from your personal vantage point where screening may be easily accessed or easily covered/is free OR you have no personal knowledge of what that process is like yourself.

The second thing that bars a ton of people from being diagnosed is the fact that when autism was first discovered, its research was HEAVILY centered on white, cis, heterosexual men. The idea that autistic people are ONLY cis, white, heterosexual men carries on to this day. If you are an outlier to this stereotype, your chances of being misdiagnosed with something else or refused diagnosis skyrocket because so-called “professionals” don’t know how to observe traits in any other person besides a cis, white, heterosexual man, and refuse/fail to recognise the endless ways in which a person can be autistic. ALL the time I hear how AFAB people will go in to get screened only to find out their screener does not believe AFAB people can be autistic, because yes, sexism and anti-lgbtq+ ideas play a huge role in the incredibly outdated diagnostic process, because autism is still believed to be an “AMAB only” thing. People report going into a therapists office and being asked questions like, “Do you like going outside? Do you like having friends?” and being told that if you agree with either of these, you cannot be autistic because criteria at some places is so backwards, you can’t even say you enjoy conversation without failing the test. Other things commonly heard during the analysis are screeners telling someone they are too smart/articulate to be autistic, gas lighting them by saying they are mistaking their symptoms for something else/making them up, telling a person they seem normal, dismissing clear autistic traits by saying they’re unique “superpowers”, or intentionally misdiagnosing a person as ADHD INSTEAD of autistic. People on social media have also pointed out what influences racism has on the diagnostic process as well and how lack of research and understanding of autistic POC contributes to under-diagnosis and stigma has only contributed to refusal of care and under-representation of POC in the disabled community, as one autistic Black woman points out on Instagram, “I found excellent articles that support and validate my feelings and experiences, but I could find no research on autistic Black people.” Additionally, because research has primarily been done on young men, this means anyone who is not a cis man and is over the age of 18 and is seeking a diagnosis has a much higher chance of not receiving one because screeners don’t understand how autistic traits may present differently in adults, especially since adults are very likely to mask. Some autism screeners are so against autism they have told clients they would only diagnosis a person autistic if it was their last resort to avoid “placing a burden on their shoulders”. These reasons are largely responsible for why autism is incredibly mis/under-diagnosed. This ask would be the length of a novel if I included every single type of discrimination and mistreatment during the evaluation process alone, but understand it can be incredibly biased, sexist, transphobic, racist, or just flat out ableist. And guess what? Though this process can take as little as a month to get sorted, that is rare. The assessment SHOULD be very short. But a lot of autistic people have reported their diagnosis took more than 2-4 years because of having to waste time, energy, and money hopping from therapist to therapist looking for someone to take them seriously, as many autistic people compiled on the actuallyautistictiktoks page on Instagram point out.

The last thing I want to touch on is this idea that people have that self diagnosing is dangerous. “What if someone self diagnoses and they take advantage of services that are meant for autistic people?” ...The Big Things you think I am going to take advantage of as a self diagnosed autistic person, like scholarship money for instance or SSDI, I do not have legal access to without a formal diagnosis. I cannot waltz into a law firm and ask for a $5,000 scholarship for autistic people without a diagnosis, because they WILL NOT give it to me!

Let me tell you some of things I’ve “cruelly taken advantage of” as a self diagnosed autistic person. I bought glasses with blue light protection, because screen and fluorescent lighting at work and even natural blue toned light from the sky lowers my threshold for some sensory input like noise and social interaction; wearing them to work everyday has improved my sensory thresholds incredibly. I’ve talked to my manager and told him I’m autistic and that I have a hard time understanding vague direction and may need to step away briefly on occasion to tend to a shutdown before a meltdown comes on at work; he had no problem with this. I use subtitles; sometimes I have trouble processing audio or reading facial expressions and tone, and being able to see the words displayed on the screen gives me a significantly better understanding of what I watch. All my life, I have been having meltdowns which I had mistaken for mental breakdowns or panic attacks and having access to resources that walked me through preventative methods and tips on what to do if I have one has been ENORMOUSLY helpful to me. All my life, I was trying to deal with them thinking they were something else; becoming aware of this and accepting that they are in fact autistic meltdowns has helped me not only go through them, but has helped me redirect stims which at their worst previously had me hitting and clawing my arms, slapping my face, and even hitting my head. I don’t know about you, but I don’t want to wait 4 years for a diagnosis to use resources I could be using to make my life more accessible right now!

People will say, “Oh well yeah, I don’t mean You are one of Those Types of self diagnosed autistic people, you clearly sound/look autistic, I’m talking about other people.” The thing is, there is no broad “sounding/looking autistic”, that’s stereotyping, and you can’t demand everyone who interacts with you show you their Autistic Card, because again, not everyone is able to be diagnosed, especially given the mistreatment and stigma present towards autistic people in the medical field! And what made you ask for their diagnosis? Because they “don’t seem autistic” to you? Why didn’t you ask for their diagnosis? Because they “seemed autistic” to you? By denying anyone who doesn’t have a diagnosis resources they may very well need, you are denying assistance to thousands of people who are without means to be diagnosed. And I am SO tired of seeing comments online on self diagnosis posts that “people don’t know what they’re taking about” as if they know us personally, like are you me? Are you my doctor I’ve consulted? Did you watch me academically research and consult with other autistic people about being autistic for over 3 years? I’m tired of “well, one time a self diagnosed person laughed at my actually autistic diagnosed friend...so all self dx people are evil” because there is ZERO correlation between a person being self assessed and their behavior towards a non self assessed person. The fact both those arguments are in use whenever self dx comes up is yet another form of gatekeeping.

Self diagnosing autism is not begging for attention or Evil Criminal Money Funneling Schemes. It is a result of a deeply flawed medical and insurance system that has failed to give proper attention and care to those who need it, it is a result of resources not made available, of safe support systems not there for kids and adults alike. You want to talk about what’s truly dangerous? How the hate group Autism Speaks has been parading itself around since 2005 as an advocacy group for autistic people and has been misusing millions of dollars worth of donation money and promoting stigma and hatred around autistic people; no autistic members are present on their board. How Sia and her new film Music was nominated for 2 Golden Globes despite it replacing the original autistic actor with a neurotypical actor, using offensive stereotypes, and using the main autistic character as a prop, and featured an extremely dangerous bodily restraint scene on an autistic person having a meltdown in public and featured very insensitive content due to Sia’s lack of consulting with autistic people to make the film (spoilers in that article).

Instead of policing autistic people, whether they fit your idea of what an autistic person is or not, redirect your efforts and your energy to dismantling systems and holding others accountable for perpetuating harmful stereotypes about autistic people that are legitimately dangerous on such a scale that they have created insurmountable damage to the autistic community. But I guarantee you, worrying over whether your classmate is “faking it” will not do any justice to the decades worth of discrimination autistic people face still today.

I understand. You care about the community, you don’t want autistic people to be exploited or taken advantage of. I don’t want to be exploited and taken advantage of as an autistic person, and I don’t want that for others! But I also understand that when we self proclaim ourselves as judges of random autistic strangers on the internet or start accusing people of faking or demanding to see medical paperwork from people when the basis of our suspicions is “this person doesn’t look like my stereotyped view on how I think an autistic person should act”, THAT is when you really run into trouble. Because if you are allowed to deny self dx people entrance into the autistic community, what’s stopping you from thinking you have the power to deny ANYONE entrance into that community?

And there is power in self diagnosis for many autistic people. When the evaluation system is literally rigged to set you up for failure and put you through unnecessary hardship, self dx is a self affirming, empowering tool to take back control from a process designed to gaslight and crush you. The evaluation process was NOT formulated by an autistic person, nor was it made to be inclusive of all autistic people. Until the evaluation system in place for autistic people is safe, accessible, and free to ALL, you have EVERY right to self diagnose.

#like this isn’t even half of what I want to say #but I’m gonna stop cos this is So Long #no clowns in my inbox pls #long post #ableism #autism #actually autistic #ok to rb

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A/N: So this is a much requested Part II of this Christmas Imagine which I suppose you can also read on its own. Also has requests from @keepcalmandtravelonkate and @fandom-rpblog as well as the exclusive Zoom meeting idea. Haha, enjoy everyone! ♥

Words: 1822 Warnings: fluff

Christmas Eve came sooner than you had thought and it was about as cheerful as you had imagined it. Thor greeted you with mug of steaming hot chocolate first thing in the morning, wearing the ugly Christmas sweater you had bought him last year and Tony was already in the spacious living room with Pepper to finish up the preparations for his annual Christmas party.

You spent the entire day baking biscuits and didn’t see Loki all day but for some peculiar reason you hoped that he too would attend the biggest Christmas party in New York City. Tony had invited everyone—no, that was not entirely true, the party was, in fact, for everyone—especially those who had no one else to spend Christmas Eve with or wanted to do so with none other than the famous Avengers.

With a sigh, you finished applying your red lipstick and admired yourself in the mirror. The green dress shimmering like a thousand tiny crystals had cost you way more than what you would normally spend on clothes but the occasion was worth it. You had only realised after that green was Loki’s colour too. Another sigh escaped your lips.

The God of Mischief and you had not really spoken since the roof-incident. Part of you wondered whether he was about as confused as you about what had happened between you, especially after Thor had interpreted your entanglement in a romantic manner, the other insisted you didn’t think too much of it. Loki was just… Loki. Mysterious, mischievous and handsome. Wait… handsome?

By the time you arrived at the party, more than two dozen guests had already arrived. Dressed in Christmas pullovers, suits or festive dresses much like you, they held small glasses full of mulled wine, eggnog or champagne, munching on biscuits and other Christmas treats and chatting with each other and the superheroes who had already joined the party guests, impressing them with their stories and their skills.

Your heart skipped a beat when you spotted Loki standing only a few feet away from you. Heavens, he should not be allowed to wear suits. Instead of the light version of his Asgardian signature outfit you usually saw him in, the God of Mischief was dressed in an all-black suit complimenting his raven hair and tall figure. It was perfect to blend in and not attract too much attention, for many citizens still avoided him like the plague after everything that had happened only a few years back. Your eyes met, sending waves of electricity though you, and he nodded.

You furrowed your brows when somebody spoke your name. “Is that you?” Much to your dismay, you recognised the voice immediately. It belonged to Derek, your ex-boyfriend. Derek who collected action figures of the Avengers and who owned a Captain America costume worth five-hundred dollars. Derek, who had cheated on you with other women and, upon your break-up, had blamed you for the sexual imbalance in your relationship. Needless to say, you had not exactly ended it on good terms. The last thing you wanted to do was chat to him of all people on Christmas Eve. Much rather, you’d finally spend some time with Loki again. He was fun to be around once he had warmed up to someone…

“I tried to text you like… a hundred times.”

“I saw. I blocked your number after fifty.” You retorted.

“Don’t be like that. I was going to make up, you know.”

“You literally told me it’s my fault that you went ahead and fucked other women behind my back, Derek!”

“Because you didn’t give me what I need in the bedroom, baby. We should have talked about that more. It wouldn’t happen again. Let’s talk about this. Can I get you a drink?”

“No, thank you.”

“Okay… Care to dance with me then?”

“Absolutely not.” You hissed.

“Come on. You are not here with someone, are you?”

You blinked. Fuck. Think, think, think. “Yes, actually.” You lied quickly. Your eyes fell on Loki who met your gaze again in a strange and almost affectionate way—something had definitely changed between you since he had helped you decorate the Avengers facility and you remembered, with butterflies in your belly, how he had caught you in his arms when you had fallen off the roof like a bird with broken wings. The idea came to you before you could properly think it through. Derek would never dare to defy someone like Loki. He was your perfect alibi to get rid of him.

“I’m here with my boyfriend. You probably know Loki?” Before you could change your mind, you stepped forward, closed the remaining distance between you and put your arm under Loki’s. He did not fail to react. Turning away from Thor, he frowned and stared at your linked arms, then opened his mouth to question you. Much to your relief, however, the gesture did not seem to anger him.

You shot him a pleading glance. Play along, you thought. Please, take the hint.

“Are you serious right now?” Derek spat, a both disgusted and shocked expression on his face.

Much to your surprise—or maybe not—Loki wrapped his arms around your middle then, pressing you against his strong body. Your heart skipped a beat. This felt like him cradling you in his arms like a bride, only more… intense, for this time—this time, it was actually intentional.

Loki gave Derek a glare, his lips ghosting over your forehead. “Are you alright, my sweet mortal?” My sweet mortal? “I believe you have promised me a dance.”

Derek swallowed, blinking at you a few times—and then, without a word, he shook his head and disappeared in the burbling and dancing crowd. You let out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding. Good thing for you he’d always been a coward.

But while relief was flooding your veins, at the very same time, adrenaline set every single cell of your body on fire. Loki was still holding you. His lips against your skin had felt like the gentle kiss of a butterfly… You looked up, if anything not to make the situation even more awkward than it already was, given that by now, both Thor and Natasha had become rather taken aback witnesses as well.

“Thank you. I really owe you.” You muttered.

“I take it this was a former suitor of yours?”

You gave him a weak smile. “That’s a very elegant way to put it but yes, he is my ex-boyfriend. I left him when I found out he cheated on me—repeatedly. I panicked when he approached me and I knew he’d be scared of you.”

“Why thank you.” Loki replied with dismay before, much to your surprise, a smirk grew on his lips.

“No! I just meant…”

“I know what you meant. So?”

“S-so what?”

“He is still watching you. You would do well to keep up the act.” Loki said, keeping you from spinning around to check. But he was probably right either way. You had just announced in front of a bunch of strangers as well as your ex-boyfriend and two Avengers that Loki and you were dating. You were honestly surprised the Trickster did not at all seem too bothered by this very circumstance, not to mention what it meant for you. Ever since the roof-incident, you certainly didn’t mind clinging onto him like that.

“Dance with me.” He commanded softly, one of his large hands coming to rest on your waist while the other interlinked with yours. “He will lose interest if you feign easiness.”

You nodded quickly, leaning into him to not raise any suspicion and taking a deep breath when the side of your face connected with his chest. Loki rested his chin on the top of your head, weighing you gently from side to side as if the music was made of waves carrying you over an ocean. It was a classic playing right now—What are you doing New Year’s Eve by Ella Fitzgerald—sweet, calm… romantic. This evening was going in a very dangerous direction now but you couldn’t help but feel safe and protected in the God of Mischief’s arms. Who would have thought that putting up Christmas decoration together would create such a strong bond between two people… a mortal and a god on top of that?

“I got you a Christmas present, you know.” You murmured after a while.

His voice vibrated in his chest, you could feel it against your cheek. “Did you now?”

“Hmm…” He stole away your ability to speak. That was so unfair! “I was going to give it to you tomorrow morning but… would you like me to give it to you now, in private?” It would be the perfect excuse to get away from here for a bit too, even if, in better lighting, Loki would probably notice your blushed cheeks.

“Lead the way, my sweet mortal.” There it was again. Smiling up at him sheepishly, you moved a step back and took his hand, practically fleeing from the scene.

Loki remained in the doorway when you reached your room. Whether it was out of decency or respect, you couldn’t quite tell. You crossed your room with quick steps, reaching for Loki’s gift under your bed. You had wrapped it in green paper and decorated it with a golden bow. A bit of a cliché perhaps but it looked just perfect.

“Merry Christmas, Loki.” You said when you returned to him and handed it to him. He only took it hesitatingly.

“Why did you get me a gift?”

You shrugged. “I just wanted to be nice. I doubt the others will have gotten you something so I thought… just so you can unwrap something too?” You almost choked on your nervous laughter. “You know I almost decided not to give it to you after all after you almost drove me mad when I was hanging up the Christmas lights.”

Loki chuckled. “I suppose you made that consideration before I saved your life.”

“More or less...” You replied, winking at him. Hey… this isn’t so hard after all!

Your heart was pounding in your chest by the time he unwrapped it, revealing the notebook and the green and gold fountain pen you had gotten him. It even came with green ink.

“It’s not much, really, just…” You said quickly. “I keep seeing you scribbling and reading a lot and I thought…”

“Thank you.” He interrupted. Honesty swung in his smooth voice, making your heart beat faster in an instant. At this speed, you were going to need an ambulance soon.

You smiled. “I ought to thank you. Derek is a dick. You saved me twice now, I’m in your debt.”

Loki chuckled once more, looking you deeply in the eye. “Yes. I believe you are.” It was, without a doubt, a promise.

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Nobody else — Five Hargreeves

Requests: “Hello! May I request number nine from the fluff prompts and number seven from the smut prompts for Five? Maybe where the reader is a super skilled fighter, and the other Hargreeves siblings can’t get over how amazing she is, but that causes Five to become a little jealous?”

“Okayy if you're not tired of Five and smuts yet, can I request 18,70,74 and 84 from smut list with fem reader?”

Fluff prompts:

9. “So you're saying that girl is your girlfriend?!" "No, that girl is my wife!”

Smut prompts:

7. “The only way you’re getting off is on my thigh.”

18. “Are you sure? Once we start, i might not be able to stop.”

70. “Maybe I should leave you like this, that way anyone who wanted to use you could have a go with you. Would you like that?”

74. “I think I like you better with a gag in your mouth.”

84. “Let me show you what happens to little brats who don’t follow the rules.”

A/N: We not tolerate any pedophilia here !!

I write about Five with their 20s. I write the same about the characters of Harry Potter.

Thank you for requests💖 I hope you guys like💖I decided to compile these two requests, since they were the same energy and they prompts connect to a central plot. I added all the elements that were asked for individually, and made sure that all ideas were respected and written down. Good reading.

English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are open. Love you ❤️

Couple: Five Hargreeves / Fem! Reader.

Warnings: explicit smut, dirty talk, bad words, fluff, fight, mention of death, jealousy.

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People need each other to find support, comfort and understanding. Thomas Merton said: “Love is our true destiny. We do not find the meaning of life alone, but with the other. ”

And as cliché as it was, it was the truth. And that is exactly what happened to you.

It was difficult to explain how many years you had already been killing for the commission. Ever since, maybe? You did not remember a time when that work was not part of your life, your routine, your system. But you could feel, vaguely like a hazy dream, that one day the act of breathing was ... light.

Killing without conscience brought many regrets, and the weight of guilt filled your chest, making it difficult to breathe.

But you were good at that. God, you were very good. Maybe it was the endless years of training, your quick thinking, or the simple fact that you had a lot more physical stamina than the other agents. But, whatever it was, it helped you move up the board quickly.

Murdering with a gun was easy, quick, clean, and there were already many agents who did that job. For someone like you, so empowered, the commission has relocated you to more… arduous and dangerous missions.

Your job was to kill those whose gunshots could not show up at the necropsy. Someone who needed to die without the body revealing what had happened very well.

Shoot JFK? It wasn't with you.

End Hitler? It wasn't your job.

To kill Socrates with your bare hands and make everyone believe it was poison? This is where you came in.

The difference between the jobs was that you had to do the whole process. And a melee interaction instead of a weapon always brought people who wanted to fight for their lives. And that is why the commission chose you to do that, without any partner.

They elected you because you fought like a super soldier, focused on your goal like a robot, and never came back without success. It didn't matter how many fights you had to fight with your target, how many punches you had to throw and also take, or how many injuries you returned. You always won.

Over time, you learned things in practice, tricks that made it easy, scams that would save you effort. You learned to study each person in seconds, find their weaknesses, and use his own strength against them.

That's when you met Five Hargreeves. And Thomas Merton's quote made sense.

You two were so much similar. Both the best in their fields, wrecked in a sea of personal traumas, buried by a job that got the best of you two. You two felt misunderstood, alone in the vastness of that world. And when you two met... well, were no longer alone.

You two got involved, in all possible ways and ways. Loved each other, adored each other, and completed each other. Life went out of automatic mode, and for the first time in a long time, you two managed to breathe lightly. The food now tasted good, the heat of the sun on the skin was now better, and the world... the world was ruled by the red color of love.

So it became the most obvious and coherent decision to you two get married. Five could no longer imagine a life in which you did not exist, and you did not know how the world could go without him.

“I can't believe we did that!” You laughed, astonished, as you entered the apartment that you and Five shared.

You two had just married, something just for you two and the ceremonialist. You two chose something very intimate, reserved. And now the ring on him left hand looked like the most beautiful thing in the world for you.

Five laughed softly, hands moving up your arms, bringing you closer.

“We did. Wife.”

After that, your two contract with the commission changed. Five would only continue to do that if no one dared to touch a hair of yours, and you swore to The Handler that if someone did something to Five, you would destroy that place brick by brick.

Five saw in you a strong and atrocious ocean, which could swallow whole cities only with the force of its fury. And he liked that. He liked having someone as competent and firm as he was. Five liked to know that if there was a disaster, he would not be the only one who would go after a solution.

You were the type who knew that if you wanted things to happen, you had to do it with your bare hands. And Five loved it, because he felt understood. He carried so many responsibilities on his back that it was relieving to find someone who also felt the same things.

Five knew that, when him found way home, you were going with him. And you went. You two exchanged vows that would be together in joy and sadness, in any situation. And if the situation now said to go to 2019, well, you would.

“It makes me so sick, God!” Five heard you say when you two fell out of that blue portal he created.

He would have laughed if his muscles didn't hurt so much. For someone so trained you got sick of his powers very quickly.

"Five?!” And then the voice of one of the brothers was heard.

And that's how you two ended up there. A week later, in the Hargreeves' living room, with Diego swearing that you wouldn't be able to beat him in a fight.

Five laughed against the margarita's straw, sitting comfortably at the bar, giving up on telling his stupid brother that you had already killed much more dangerous people with your bare hands.

“I do not want to hurt you.” You smiled understandingly, and Klaus laughed.

“I bet 50 bucks that she beats your ass, Diego.” It was only logical that he was going to encourage his brother to fall.

“There is no way you can hurt me.” Diego guaranteed, getting up and starting to push the sofa away, making room for a fight.

“Are you up for it or are you scared?�� He played with you, and Five laughter it back there, having a lot of fun.

“This is ridiculous, Diego.” Allison stressed, but it was obvious that she wanted to watch too.

You smirked, getting up from the bar chair next to Five. You didn't want to defeat your husband's brother in that fight, you understood that the circumstances between the two of you were not fair.

You were created to kill, injure and decimate. Body wrestling was your job and it wouldn't be fair to Diego. You knew, from Five, that the Hargreeves were created to be heroes. Saviors of the motherland. Hurt and kill if necessary, but don't make it a goal.

But not with you. Killing was your goal, always. And your weapon was not super powers or pistols, but the body itself.

“Okay.” You laughed and went to the circle that Diego had made “But I don't want to hurt you. The first one to fall to the ground loses.” You were trying to be peaceful.

Diego agreed, giving him a friendly smile before saying:

“But I will use my knives to distract you.”

It was logical that he wouldn't make it cheap and easy, even if it was for himself, you knew that.

So you agreed, took off the suit you were wearing and rolled up the sleeves of your white dress shirt, while the Hargeeves sat in a safe area, away from that makeshift ring.

Diego delivered the first blow, and you just deflected the trunk, taking him by the same arm and twisting it against his back. At that moment, if it was something for real, you would put more strength to break the bone, but you didn't want to hurt him, so you just released Diego with a little push forward.

Diego turned to face you again, the naughty smile on the face of someone who knows his own potential. He was very good, you knew that, but the different upbringing made you a better opponent.

This time, the blow came from below. It was a trip that you jumped while pulling on the fist he used to land another blow in the same second, forcing him to come forward with force while you deflecting once more. Diego staggered forward, steadying himself on the floor once again.

It was all absurdly fast, as if you were a robot. A machine programs for that.

Diego hurled the knife in the wind while attacking with his other fist. You dodged again, but this time you struck back, slamming a blow down the side of your stomach, blocking his attack with your other arm and unleashing a kick in the chest, which made Diego stagger backward.

In a matter of seconds, the knife was at the end of its course. And while Diego was advancing again, the wind that the knife was making hit your hair. But the knife didn't finish course. You stopped the blade with your hand, holding to the object with your palm.

At that moment, you saw Diego's eyes falter. And a surprised gasp by the Hargreeves graces the ambience. Then it was your turn to attack. You threw the knife on the floor, driving the blade into the wooden floor as you went.

There were punches, deflected blows, creeps. The two of you were dancing to an agitated song, which was reaching its climax.

Diego had holding you in him arms, and you turned your body, locked him left arm in your hands while you used the momentum to propel your legs up, past his neck and turning, taking you both to the floor. He fell on his back while you used your own momentum to balance yourself, standing upright.

“YES! YOU OWM ME 50 DOLLARS!" Klaus's voice was heard.

You laughed, and you were about to walk away when Diego dug his left hand into your heel. He pulled you in a single stroke, and it made you fall, your back hitting the ground as he took the lead. Diego put his legs on your hips the first second you fell on the floor, and he used his own strength to keep you there.

You laughed out loud, and so did he.

“This is cheating!” You scolded him, punching him in the chest.

“Whatever, but you had to fall too!”

Diego was a good loser, you recognized that by the intonation of the voice. He was not possessed or reviled because you won, but he wanted it to be an eye for an eye, even if only as a joke.

But as soon as Diego got up off you, holding your hand for you got up too, your eyes went to Five. And you found the green irises burning in an atrocious fire. You frowned, not understanding, but you didn't have time to go over there and ask what happened. Klaus and Luther came to you and Diego.

Klaus charging his brother and Luther asking you how you did that final blow.

“It's for me to use when he pisses me off!” Luther looked directly at his brother in a silent threat “ But he will not get up alive!”

“Fuck you” Diego said before practically shoving 50 dollars in Klaus's face.

“Is easy.” You replied Luther “I'll show you."

But while the brothers were having fun, marveling at you, Five burned in a visseral cholera.

Wasn't it enough for Diego to have literally been on top of you, you had to want to teach that stupid gorilla too ?!

Oh fucking no!

When Diego went to Luther and started explaining with you, him your side, how the scam worked, Five was exploding. Now that stupid men butcher knife would be on your side?! Agreeing and explaining whit you as if it were your husband?!

Wasn't it enough just fucking being on top of you?!

Definitely fuck not!

“Take it easy, buddy.” Klaus appeared beside him “You are looking at them as if you want to kill someone.”

Five just snarled, not bothering to respond, his eyes never leaving you.

“Wait..." Klaus looked better at who Five was staring “Are you jealous of Y/n ?!” He was amazed.

“Shut up!” Five forced himself to swallow a handful of margarita.

“Oh my God!” And he wouldn’t stop “You like her! That must be why you live in a bad mood! You must be in the friend zone! ”

“Didn't I tell you to shut up already ?!” Five looked deathly at his brother “And I'm not in the friend zone with her.”

But Five realized that he gaved too much information to his brother, because now Klaus's face was opening in a shocked smile.

Goddam!

“So you're saying that girl is your girlfriend ?!" Klaus was loving the situation.

But, out of the corner of his eye, Five can see Diego holding your arm, showing Luther the place to deliver any stupid blow.

You gotta be fucking kidding!

“No, that girl is my wife!” Five tapped the margarita glass on the counter, teleporting to you and pushing Diego's hand off your arm, replacing his own.

“The show over!” He growled as he left the room, pulling you with him, your feet stumbling a few times before picking up the pace.

“Five!” You said, but he didn't seem to hear.

The image of Diego's legs at your fucking waist, the body sitting on you, the hand on your arm, rewound Five's mind like a curse. He felt his anger inflate, jealousy whispering in the back of his neck like a little devil, making him see the situation bigger than it really was.

You called him again, but for Five, it was like you called his brother's name. And then he exploded in his own fury.

He couldn't wait to go up all those stupid stairs, all those corridors, Five just pulled you against him, disappearing in the blue flash and reappearing in the his room.

“You are crazy?” You pulled the wrist out of his grip.

“I should be asking you that!” He said “Did you see that scene ?!”

“What a scene?” You frowned.

Five focused his eyes on you, in angry energy.

“Diego on top of you, fuck!" He snarled “Luther drooling like a dog on you!”

“Five.” You thought all that was absurd “They are your brothers!”

“You have no idea how much i don’t give a fuck!”

The situation was ridiculous, and you ended up laughing in disbelief and bewilderment.

“We were fighting!” You defended yourself "Nobody was drooling on me!"

“I swear to god tha ...” Five walked over to you, his eyes flooded with rage, his body enveloped in that intense and explosive energy.

You lifted chin to get a better look, your chest stuck to him, Five's breath hitting the top of your nose. That week had been full of emotions and issues to deal with, 24 hours being insufficient to do everything, explain everything. And, well, you and Five didn't have much time alone...

All of this compiled with the fact that your husband possessed the beauty of an angry god,and that excited you so fuck absurdly.

Suddenly, the air in the room became caustic, seething with the expectation of something improper happening, injecting heat into your chest that descended to the middle of your legs.

You sighed softly, and Five immediately noticed the waters where your thoughts were sailing.

“Does it turn you on?” His voice was hoars “See me angry?”

The sigh you gave was your whistleblower, your chest started to rise and fall more breathlessly than usual, your core starting to pulse. You wouldn't be able to say anything even your life would depended it, you drowning in the malicious and hot climate of that room, compiled with the absurd beauty and intensity of the adult in front of you.

God, you needed him!

“Yes, you like.” Five had an arrogant, boastful tone, mocking how sensitive you were.

But his eyes took on a more conscious tone, and he whispered as he said: "Are you sure? Once we start, I might not be able to stop. ”

Five knew his own limits, his own anger, his own strength. If he touched you now, in most simple, he wouldn't be able to stop. You agreed, hands moving gently up his body, resting on him hips.

“I will not be gentle.” Five wanted to you know again.

He had already fucked you hard, drowned in insatiable desire, marking your skin with slaps, hickeys. Five had already mistreated your mouth, made you scream. But never fucked you in anger. He never took his anger out on you. And now, submerged in jealousy, he knew how much strength he would discharge on you.

“I don't want it to be.” But you gave Five the go-ahead on a needy sigh, your fingers running around his waist.

Five dropped his mouth to your ear, tracing a path across your skin with warm lips, now bringing hands up to your skin, feeling how hot, needy you were.

“You're wet and I haven't even touched you yet.” His words hung over you like a warm warning of what was going to happen, what to expect.

You moaned softly, your body shivering, screaming for you to get more, seeking some friction, some contact. Then, as if Five read you thoughts, his left hand clung fiercely to the back of your neck, curling him fingers in your hair.

He forced you to look at him, watching the rage and the extraordinary lust.

“Let me show you what happens to little brats who don’t follow the rules.”

Five left you brutally, telling you to take off all your clothes, watching all your movements while he got rid of the shirt himself. He left him tie beside the bed, sitting on the mattress and pulling you onto him lap as soon as you finally got naked. He fit thigh in the middle of your legs, making you sit on his thigh.

You groaned, the friction in the place you most wanted, the core pulsing against the dark cloth of him pants. You rummaged your hips for more than you wanted, but Five dropped his hand on your ass, releasing a loud, stinging slap. The groan was unable to be controlled, and you buried your face in the curve of him neck, sobbing there.

“You will be grateful for every slap I give you, do you understand?” He snarled, fingers tightening on your flesh, marking your skin.

You agreed, and thanked him when Five slapped your ass harder. This time, he moved him thigh beneath you, brushing your pulsating core, leaving you in an extremely needy state.

“Fi-five!" A sob escaped, followed by another thanks when a slap hit your in ass again.

Five's hands roughly grabbed your waist, holding you firmly in place as he started to rummage in him thigh, making you moan louder every second. That was torture. You pulsed and wet him thigh, your body rigid from wanting more of that friction, the sobs escaping your lips, the muscles contracted.

“Such a needy slut." He snarled in your ear “So desperate for my thigh.”

You groaned at him words, your fingers around him shoulders, squeezing there while Five took you so badly in him thigh. He dropped his mouth to your hot neck, pouring a hickey there before sighing hoarsely:

“The only way you're getting off is on my thigh."

It sent electric currents to your swollen core, and moans got even bigger when Five increased the speed of his movements, rubbing your clitoris in those mind-boggling movements. His strong grip, compiled wheezing on his neck, his hoarse voice and the movements of his thigh took you to the limit. And you were pushed into that abyss of the climax.

“So fucking quickly.” Five delighted, in a groan, and stuck his hands on your back, holding you there, turning you in one movement to the bed.

Your back hit the mattress, Five’s warm hands roamed your legs, squeezing thighs and parting them, exposing your wet, red core at the climax. Five groaned loudly, as if seeing you hurt physically, and he took his hands off you to grab the tie next to you.

“Be good and open your mouth for me.” You obeyed, and he wiped the cloth over there, fastening his tie.

You sighed brokenly, your heart beating fast, breasts stiff and sore, your ass burning with slaps, core sensitive to climax.

“I think I like you better with a gag in your mouth." Five reflected, him hands roaming your trembling body, squeezing every bit of skin, reveling in how your skin felt at him touch.

Five reveled in the breath you took, enjoying how you looked like a fucking goddess like that. So vulnerable, so needy, so needy.

He was controlling himself until now, pushing you to the limit, making you sensitive, teasing you, making you sensitive to what was coming. Him smile was purely lustful, and Five leaned toward you, roughly sucking the nipple from your breast, nibbling at the needy skin. Then he brought hands up to his pants, opening his belt and zipper, pulling the pieces down far enough for his dick to pop out.

The moan you gave when you felt the hot, luscious member on your thigh was enough to inflate him ego even more. Five turned your body down, pulling your waist up, leaning into your ear to whisper:

“I'm going to fuck you so hard that you'll never forget that day.” Then he entered you, rough, strong, badly.

He forced your walls to get used to him size and sank to the bottom of the well, clutching his hands to your hips and pulling you against him dick. You screamed against the tie, pressing your fingers to the pillows, sobbing when Five set a fierce, wild and badly pace, mistreating every inch of you.

One of him hands went to your neck, closing his fingers there and pouring out all the fury and jealousy he felt in the thrusts, going in as deep as he could and pushing your limit. The pornographic sounds of the two of you moaning, the sound of his hip hitting your ass, invaded the room, mixing with the smell of sex, lust and hunger.

You shouted him name when Five left and brutally entered you, making you choke on your own sobs.

“What's it? Are you unaccustomed to my dick?” He tasted it, leaving your neck to slap your ass aggressively “Is it too much for you?”

You sobbed, stopped by the tie, and Five hit you again.

“Do you think someone can fuck you like me?!”

Now him voice was angry and his movements too. Five fucked you like he had spent his whole life in fury at you, waiting patiently for the day when he would discount everything on you. Him hand went to your mouth, pulling tie from there and releasing your toxic moans.

“Answer me, fuck!” One more slap, leaving your ass on fire.

“N-no!” You cried “Nobody ... no-nobody fucks me like you!”

You talks with a more thrust, and Five pushed your chest to the bed, keeping his hand on your back, him moans mixing with your.

Then he reached the peak of anger.

Five came out of you, turned you up and bent your legs, placing your knees on your shoulders. He entered in a brutal way inside you, the new position making him occupy all the minimum vacant spaces. You screamed, tears welling up in your eyes, your hands tightening on his arms, your heart already racing.

It was too much. Your body begged for more, for the climax, for the lust, for anything fierce that Five could give you. He dropped his mouth on yours, biting your bottom lip instead of kissing you, making you swallow his lines when he said:

“Maybe I should leave you like this, that way anyone who wanted to use you could have a go with you. Would you like that? ”

You desperately denied it. Five could very well come out of you and not let you come, and just that thought made your body tremble and tears flow.

“Plea-Please!” You sobbed “I beg you!”

That did things with Five. He stuck his body to your, him arm going around your waist and fucking you as if that could chase away all his anger. This time he kissed you, sticking his lips to yours as he felt you pulse around him and break up in a hushed scream, trembling at the climax.

Five did not falter, his black hair clinging to his forehead with sweat, his heart pounding. He cum strongly inside your core, filling you with hot cum. You groaned, wrapping your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss as he came inside of you, slowly calming down.

The two of you sighed, the room flooding with the smell of sex and desire, your hearts thudding at the same pace. You whimpered in his mouth, and when Five want to leave inside you, you denied it, tightening your legs around him waist.

“N-No.” You moaned softly, "Stay inside, please."

Five drew air through his teeth, him hands gripping the sides of your body, stirring inside you, beginning to feel the lust rising.

He kissed you again, whispering:

“You want to have a child of mine, don't you?" It was an arrogant, provocative voice, and you sighed. “You are such a fucking sensitive little thing.”

Then Five started moving again, and you stayed in that room for much longer.

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jaskiersvalley · 3 years

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I'm OBSESSED with your writing and your stories, I'm so glad I found your blog, now I always have something new to read!! ❤️❤️❤️

I remember watching you blitz through the blog, leaving likes on a lot of the stories. It really made my day! Now, who knows how many months late, I bring you some silly Witchers and their mutagens.

Kaer Morhen’s Open Door Policy

When Jaskier was invited to Kaer Morhen, he’d thought the open door policy that Geralt mentioned meant that anyone was welcome to stay for the winter. It warmed his heart that the Wolves were so welcoming and generous with their winter lodgings. What Jaskier didn’t anticipate was that said open door policy was a literal thing. He arrived in Kaer Morhen with Geralt, they were stomping snow off their boots when someone rounded the corner at some speed. Slowing down, the man made a beeline for them.

“Lambert,” Geralt greeted before he was veritably bowled over in a hug. If Jaskier squinted, he could have sworn Geralt was given a long sniff and maybe even a lick, perhaps over the lips. But surely he must have seen wrong because Jaskier himself wasn’t given such a greeting.

Two more figures appeared and introductions were made to Eskel and Vesemir. It was quite nice really, even if a lonely winter with just the five of them. However, if gave Jaskier a chance to get used to the ways of the keep. Mostly, it was learning to leave doors open a crack and how to keep the hinges well oiled at all times. If he didn’t, it was guaranteed someone would turn up.

At first Jaskier had thought it was because he wasn’t trusted, not an accepted member of the pack. But that thought was quickly thrown out the window, especially when he was dragged into the cuddle piles in front of fires. Those were rather nice, if a little too warm and sweaty for his liking. Yet, every single time he forgot about keeping a door open, whenever it snicked shut behind him or clicked open as he stepped through, within ten seconds one of the other residents appeared. Usually it was Lambert, rounding the corner at quite a pace even as he tried to make it look like he hadn’t dropped everything and run. It was rather offensive in a way, at least that was what Jaskier thought until he was sat quietly in the library, Lambert browsing for something when his head snapped up all of a sudden and he was off at full pelt. That wasn’t the first time Jaskier saw him running. On more than one occasion Lambert almost bowled him over in corridors as he rushed towards whatever he had heard.

“Doors,” Geralt had explained quietly one night. “If we hear a door open or close, there’s this overwhelming urge to go see who it is, what had happened.”

Now that Jaskier knew, he paid more attention. Any door had Lambert running. Much more sedately, Eskel would usually follow, lumbering towards the source of the noise and trying desperately to look like he wasn’t doing exactly like Lambert. However, he had a weakness, as Jaskier discovered. The cupboard doors in the kitchen. If Jaskier, or anyone else for that matter, happened to go and look in one, Eskel was bound to bumble into the kitchen within a short space of time, looking bashfully hopeful. It was cute, Jaskier even started indulging and giving Eskel snacks because the way he softened and smiled at the offering was far too endearing.

“You’re only encouraging him,” Vesemir grumbled as he watched Jaskier hand Eskel half a slice of honey coated bread. Rather than argue, Jaskier gave Vesemir the other half, not commenting on how the old Wolf appeared for seemingly no reason in the kitchen. The treat certainly silenced him.

For a first winter, it was a good one. Jaskier was satisfied when he left that he was getting the hang of the odd open doors policy. It was the next winter that proved to test his patience. As well as the Wolves, there was a Cat there too. Haughty and aloof, Aiden spent most of his time perched up high somewhere. He slowly warmed up to Jaskier though, cautious at first. However, Aiden seemed to be rather fond of the open door policy, only ever opening or closing a door when he wanted attention. And that was rather frequently. More than once a day Lambert would go running because Aiden slammed a door somewhere, wanting to play.

It was all very well until Jaskier had to use the privy. That was one door that the Wolves learned not to run to. Even though Lambert still twitched, head swivelling it its direction before grumbling and returning to what he was doing. Jaskier was trying to just have a peaceful moment to relieve himself, a considerate two stalls down from an occupied booth when he heard someone else come in.

“Lamb?” Aiden’s voice drifted through the air, a little plaintive and lost.

“What?” Not all that unusual for Lambert to sound irritated.

“What are you doing?”

Jaskier’s eyebrows shot up at the question. What could Lambert be doing in the privy other than the obvious one of four things?

“I’m taking a shit.” Well, that answered which of the four it was but Jaskier could heard the sounds of a body leaning heavily against the door.

“Oh.” Aiden sounded almost disappointed. “I thought I heard some rustling like a snack being opened.”

“I promise I’m not fucking eating while taking a shit. Who eats in here anyway?” Grumbling, Lambert scoffed. “Don’t tell me, I bet it’s Geralt.”

Jaskier couldn’t hold his tongue anymore. “Geralt most certainly does not eat in the privy.”

The sound of a body moving and Jaskier knew Aiden was stood outside the door to his cubicle. “Jaskier. You’re in there.”

“No I’m not.”

For a moment there was confused silence before Lambert growled. “I swear Aiden, if you don’t leave us alone-” his threat was lost as Aiden moved back to Lambert’s door and there was an odd scratching sound. “No. Aiden. Don’t you dare. You can’t sit on my lap here! Not again. We almost broke it last time. Get out. Get out!”

The sound of a door being kicked shut and a huff from Aiden gave Jaskier a good idea of what had jut happened and he was scared to go out. However, not a minute later another voice joined the fray.

“What happened?” Eskel asked.

Jaskier buried his face in his hands in despair. So much for a peaceful piss.

The whole door thing was becoming quite ridiculous. Especially with Aiden slamming them to get Lambert’s attention. And then being offended whenever he encountered a closed door. Those were all gently knocked on and a head poked through if there was no answer. It meant nothing was private and Vesemir had to use a broom to get Aiden off the top of his wardrobe one evening when the Cat had gone missing all afternoon. He seemed to have no respect or care for anything, not when it came to prime napping spots.

It got to the stage that the common areas had their doors removed and Vesemir started hanging heavy furs in their place. Which did actually make the rooms warmer and there was no more needless running around. Though Eskel still bumbled into the kitchen in the hopes of a shared snack. Jaskier had rapidly cottoned on to the fact Vesemir fought such an urge in a novel and simple way. He was almost always either in the kitchen or within sight of it. So he could see if there was an opportunity for a snack without having to move. The old Wolf was clever, Jaskier had to give him that.

Some days, Jaskier did crave a bit of silence and solitude. Those were rare and far between days but they did happen. When they came, he took to wandering through the crumbling corridors of Kaer Morhen, trying to imagine what it had been like in its glory days. Quite amazing, he should think. So lost was he in his musings, Jaskier didn’t notice until too late that the floor wasn’t solid below his feet. It gave way and he fell with a yelp, landing awkwardly on his ankle. The pain was quite blinding, rendering him into a whimpering mess, throat tight and unable to call for help. Even when he managed to gather himself up, it didn’t seem to help. His voice just didn’t carry and the Wolves probably couldn’t hear him. It was cold, dark and Jaskier was in pain which made it difficult to think. There was a door not far from him and, in a moment of sheer desperation, he pulled himself towards it on shaking arms. Near enough, he reached for it and, with all his might, slammed it shut. It bounced open from the force and echoed through the room. Mustering up a little more energy, Jaskier shoved it again and the crack of door hitting frame made him wince. That would have to do. Jaskier managed to lie down, pillowing his head on his arms, shivering.

His hopes were answered when he heard the steady stomp of running feet skidding to a halt.

“The fuck?” There was the sound of a deep inhale as the area was scented. “Where you got to bard?”

“Down here,” Jaskier called back and squinted towards the hole he had fallen through. “My ankle.”

“Why would you do that? Wait. Never mind.” Lambert turned away and, a hand cupped against his cheek and lips he let out what could only be called a howl before his attention was back on Jaskier. “What did we tell you about wandering off?”

More feet, more people and Jaskier teared up in relief. He watched as Aiden hopped down the hole and took stock of the damage. A soft cry of pain left Jaskier as he was picked up and his ankle was jostled. In a few, seemingly easy, jumps, Aiden was passing Jaskier over to Geralt who cradled him against his chest. There was a still body-warm jacket draped over Jaskier and he burrowed into it, finding Eskel’s scent mixing with Geralt a comfort.

In the infirmary he was patched up, fussed over and, in the end, bundled into a pile in front of a fire where the others snuggled protectively up against him. By the next morning all the doors were back in place and Vesemir ground his teeth when Aiden slammed the kitchen one for Lambert’s attention.

#geraskier #lambden #geralt of rivia #jaskier #lambert #aiden #eskel #vesemir #wolves of kaer morhen #tldr: witchers have traits of their schools

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moeruhoshi · 3 years

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I've been watching anime all day so here's a late nalu day gift

Lucy slammed her bedroom door and flopped down on her bed with a weary sigh, weeping into her pillow as her day finally came to an end.

The open door of her patio allowed her to hear the neighing of carriage horses taking away her most recent suitor, a man who barely knew what the meaning of personal space was.

Just how many princes and dukes had to waltz through their gates before the princess’ father realized that they had no interest in adequately courting her? It was painfully obvious how the lot of them were only interested in her well-displayed décolletage over her personality and spent more time schmoozing up to the king instead of trying to win her favor.

What hurt, even more, was knowing that she could never be with the one who was truly meant for her.

She stared at the red string tied to her pinky, the fiber ending far off in the distance where it connected to her destined partner. It calmed her in some ways, allowed her to feel a sense of clarity, knowing there was at least one more person out there who could give her the true love she craved.

She hoped every day, when Spetto called her down to meet another suitor, that it would be him, the one on the other end of her string, waiting to hold her as she wanted to hold him.

They could instead be a peasant, she thought as her hopes for him to visit one day were beginning to fade. Not that she cared about that kind of thing, but it meant that they didn't have the means to enter the castle easily. Or maybe they were somewhere in a neighboring country, too far away to find her. Maybe he hadn't been gifted the power to see the string and didn't know she was waiting for him but felt just as empty without her by his side.

She was sure if she voiced her knowledge of the red string to anyone else, they would call doctors from all over Earthland to analyze her cognitive function.

But she desperately wanted to tell everyone that she had no intention of selecting a suitor through their gaudy traditions. She would instead venture out into the world to find her soulmate, the person at the end of her red string of fate. But knowing her father, he would only let her marry with the promise of the expanded wealth she would gain him from a political marriage.

"Miss? Are you still awake?" Spetto knocked lightly, the princess holding in her sniffles to hear what the maid had to say. "I'm sure you are…but I won't bother you. Your father wants you to know that he'll be inviting the Duke Cream from Veronica for another visit tomorrow. He's eager to correct his…insolent behavior from the last time he saw you."

The princess didn't bother answering and instead let out a frustrated sigh as the sound of her maid's footsteps echoed down the hall. The setting sun illuminated the crimson strand and her fingers loosely wrapped around it, her weak pout quivering as she tugged on the phantom satin.

"I'd rather have you, whoever you are..."

~000~

"The princess!" Spetto screamed as she ran into the King's throne room. Jude was sat upon his seat with the Duke at his side, their conversation halting at her interruption. "She's gone!"

"What in the world do you mean, woman? I'm sure that no good daughter of mine has just buried her nose in one of those god awful fairy tales again. Have the guards search the library for her," He gruffed, rolling his eyes as her demeanor became more hysterical and shaken.

"I have, your highness! The princess has run away, she's truly nowhere to be found!"

"And just when I was about to be introduced to my bride," The Duke frowned and tossed his bleached hair aside. "Send hounds after her, why don't you? I will not let this girl make a fool of me on this glorious day."

"Go on, then," The King glared at his guards standing nearby who quickly rushed out the door. "I should have known that girl would be trouble. Her mother had always filled her head with nothing but pure nonsense."

Lucy lifted her billowy skirt as she ran through the woods, deep within its darkness, trying her best to ignore the now wailing trumpets of distress audible in the distance. She knew it wouldn't have been long until someone noticed her absence, especially after having heard the reality behind Duke Cream’s visit.

It was by chance, an incident that occurred while she was passing her father's office the night before. Lucy heard the plans he made to arrange her marriage to the Duke, ensuring that their kingdom would absorb the principality. This meant her father would have an entire stronghold on the country of Fiore.

A life with that obnoxious and narcissistic Duke was not one she wanted, nor could even stand the thought of.

So, in a panic, she made plans to run away, leaving when the guards wouldn’t be around, going as far as she could go without any clear signs of which direction she'd taken off in. She persevered through her tiredness with the lone thought of her meeting her soulmate who was sure to greet her with a wide smile and open arms.

"This way! C'mon now, you'll never make it running without anywhere in mind!" A voice tinkled through the line of trees, halting the princess in her place as she breathed harshly and darted around scared eyes.

"Who's there! I-I'm not going back to the castle!" Lucy shouted as she turned about in circles, shrieking as a short blonde girl suddenly appearing from thin air

"Did I say I was trying to take you home? No! Now hurry it up! You'll never make it there if you make stops like this, follow me!" She instructed, turning toward the trees and beginning to run.

"Who are you?" Lucy asked between pants as she followed the shorter blonde, mesmerized by the trail of sparkles she left behind her, and the cute wings peeking out from beside her ears.

"A friend," She smiled as she continued maneuvering them through the woods. "And a guide! You’ll never get where you need to go without my help,"

"So you know where I'm going? You can see my string too?"

"Well, sure! I let you see it after all. Boy, was he worried when I told him you were stuck out here without your magic. Idiot almost killed himself trying to find his way through, but it can't be done by anyone but a spirit." She sighed and shook her head, rambling as they avoided a patch of bramble bushes

"My soulmate...? He was looking for me too? Really?" Lucy felt her heart swell, beating stronger even as she ran, a dazzling smile taking its claim of her lips.

"Yup! You have a very loyal man waiting for you," She giggled. "He can't wait to meet you, said he'd get his house ready and everything while I was out looking for you. I apologize for taking so long, moving around in this realm isn't easy, there’s barely any magic in this land!”

"Magic? Like in books? Isn't that practice all made up?" The princess quirked a brow as the strange girl only giggled again and slowed her movements as they found purchase under the wide berth of a willow tree.

"It's quite amazing someone like you was born here when your home is with us, in the right Fiore. Now, come on! Everyone's waiting!" She grinned, ignoring Lucy's confusion as she pulled them through the hanging branches, the two suddenly falling into the void of the trunk.

"E-Eh?! W-Wha…!" Lucy fell to her knees as she suddenly felt queasy, holding a hand to her head and waited for her headache to subside. She looked up to see where the other blonde had gone, not finding her anywhere and instead met a new and sunny skyline. "Wasn't it…night just a moment ago?"

She stood to her shaky feet, finding her body no longer weighed down by exhaustion, tears, or dirt on her dress. Whatever was in the air made her feel light as, well, air. She'd never felt so amazing before! Just where had she gone when they fell through that tree?

Taking some small steps through the field in front of her, she looked down to her finger, the red string extending into the distance behind her.

"Oh wow…" When Lucy turned around, she was met with the image of a town she had never seen before, curiosity pulling her towards the bustling streets.

It was as she always imagined the streets of the village she ruled above looked; stalls serving food and selling fresh produce, children running and laughing, patrons bartering and making light conversation, happiness in everyone's eyes. Their smiles created her own, and she followed the string eagerly, feeling just right in the Fiore she’d been led to.

She worried this would all turn into a dream soon enough, there couldn't possibly be another Fiore…or the existence of magic at that. Her steps quickened as she feared Spetto would be in at any moment to wake her, feet carrying her towards a patch of woods that broke off from the town.

It would’ve made nice for a peaceful walk if she didn’t think the calm scenery before her would disappear.

“Oi, Gray, watch it!” A sharp voice boomed from the nearby distance.

“Shut it! I know what I’m doing, it ain’t hard to paint a wall, flame brain!”

“Don’t start a fight! We had to rebuild that side of the house five times because you two keep knocking it down!”

Lucy slowed down her pace as the volume of their argument increased but kept her eyes on the string that told her he was just ahead.

Her eyes landed on a red-haired girl pointing a large sword at two boys who kneeled respectively in front of her, bowing their heads as she scolded them.

Breaking through the line of trees, Lucy smoothed down her stray hairs and dusted off her dress, holding herself nervously as she continued forward.

Each step closer made her legs feel like jelly, flushed her cheeks, and made her heart beat a million times faster, her fingers twitching as she held her hands together.

“U-Um...excuse me…?” Lucy’s voice was shaky as she approached the three, her eyes watery as she stared at the pink-haired boy who raised his head at the sound of her voice. The string fell into his lap; he was her soulmate.

The red-haired girl turned to face her first, eyes concerned as they fell on her disheveled appearance. “My goodness, are you okay? You’re not lost, are you?”

“N-No...I—“

"Oh, crap! It's you!"

"Don't say that to a girl, idiot! You have no idea who that is!" The raven-haired boy threw a glare at the pink-haired one who quickly stood up.

“Mavis didn’t tell me when you’d get here, I would’ve come to pick you up if I knew you were...oh, hey, don’t cry, okay? Um, here,” He quickly took the end of his scarf to wipe her tears, feeling a knot in his throat as she gently fell against his chest. "It's gonna be okay."

"I just...I just can't believe…" She shook her head, not minding the stain she created on his shirt. "That you're real...that you were waiting for me."

"'Course I was! Having a new family member is always exciting, and my hearts been leapin' like crazy waitin' for you! You were stuck out there all alone and I couldn't come find you. I'm sorry it took so long."

Erza forced herself and Gray to look away as the blonde hastily kissed their wild companion, his shock present in the stiffness of his back.

He was startled by the sudden action but felt himself melting into the touch, desperate as well to be close to his soulmate.

"I'm home," Lucy laughed with a bit of surprise, Natsu's eyes widening along with his grin.

"Yeah! Welcome back!"

#nalu #fairy tail #natsu dragneel #lucy heartfilia #natsu and lucy #natsu x lucy #lucy and natsu #lucy x natsu #nalu day 2021 #nalu day

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