#sorry i was alerted this existed and immediately had to go find it

[thesassypadawan]

A Scary Good Time (Padawan Anakin x RealWorldFemReader)

Summary: A little throwback to the fanfics of old! Short, sweet, and cheesy! Anakin meets you, a mysterious padawan, on his way to the party! Happy Halloween!

Warnings: Contains fluff, fluff, and more fluff!

Notes: A Old Good Time *part 2*

A New Good Time *part 3*

Halloween, that one night a year when the veil between worlds was at its thinnest. The spirits and beings of other realms can easily enter into our world. If one isn't careful enough, they might find themselves crossing paths with a wandering soul.

"Kriff, kriff, kriff!" Anakin curse to himself over and over again. He had lost track of time while practicing lightsaber drills and was now running late.

Tonight was the temple's annual Halloween party, his absolute favorite holiday. And, not wanting to miss a minute more, the padawan decided to take a small shortcut.

He had gone the way dozens of times, knew it as well as the back of his hand. However, as he ran further down the path, Ani began to feel as if he had never traveled it before.

The foliage looked different and was more dense. There had been some statues scattered along the way, but they were nowhere to be found. The same went for the little fountain he should have passed by now, it was like it had just vanished.

Stopping underneath a tree, Anakin took in his surroundings. Things had indeed change and there was also the sense that he wasn't alone.

"You sure make one handsome looking devil, Ani," a tiny voice sounded from above.

His hand immediately flew to the hilt of his saber. How had the force not alerted him of another's presence? Cautiously, he tilted his head upwards and was meet by the sight of...

You sitting on one of the lower branches, legs swinging lazily, a vision dressed in all white.

Sparks flew, Anakin was completely awestruck by you. Finding his voice, he tentatively asked. "Are you an angel?"

An impish smile crossed your face. "Sorry, I'm just a Padawan from Earth. Who also happens to be a little stuck."

Without a second thought, Ani reached for and helped you down. "Earth? Never heard of it before."

Laughing nervously, you fidgeted with his braid. "Oh, you know, it's a planet near wild space. Very old and very tiny. Not many in the galaxy realize it even exists."

A part of him said that he should have pressed for more details. That nothing about this whole conversation was normal. But the longer Anakin stood there, gazing deeply into your eyes, that things became more right. Almost like he had known you his entire life.

"Anyways, are you heading to the party?"

"Um, yeah," he replied, suddenly feeling very flustered. "Would you maybe want to go together? Like as a date or something?"

Standing on your tip-toes, you placed a small kiss on his cheek. "That sounds wonderful."

Blushing profusely, Ani shyly took your hand into his and gave a gentle tug. "Come on then, let's go have ourselves a scary good time."

"So cheesy," you giggled, happily lacing your fingers with his.

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The party did indeed prove to be a "scary good time". Filled with lots of tricks and treats.

You dance to nearly every song. Played a few of the corny games. Indulged yourselves in some delicious sweets. Shared a not age-appropriate drink or two. And, of course, stole a kiss when either of you got the chance. You were completely inseparable.

Not wanting the evening to end, it, of course, flew by entirely too fast and soon you had to...

"Do you really have to go back tonight?" Anakin asked sadly, standing beneath the tree where you met. "Can't you at lease stay until the morning?"

"I wish I could," you sighed, hand resting on his cheek. "If I don't leave now, I might not get the chance again for a long time."

He perked up. "That's fine! You can stay with my master and I in the meantime! I'm sure he wou-"

"Ani," you pressed a finger to his lips. "I'm sure Obi-Wan wouldn't mind, but it doesn't change things."

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pulled him into a sweet and tender kiss.

"Happy Halloween, my handsome devil," you whispered. "I hope to see you again before next year."

The wind picked up, making the fallen leaves swirl all around both of you. And then suddenly died off, revealing...

Anakin standing alone, a jedi holocron setting in his hands. "Happy Halloween, my beautiful angel," he muttered. "I hope so too."

#anakin #anakin skywalker #anakin x reader #anakin x fem reader #star wars #star wars fanfiction #halloween #star wars fluff #anakin fluff

[mirangel]

ouhh zhongli !! (🌼)

Imagine reader has a contract with zhongli and they break it and knowing dam well they just broke a contract with *zhongli*, the reader hides not wanting to face his wrath ,, but of course he finds out and once he does he gets rough and punishes reader severely.. ehehhe..

not that original but ive had this brainrot for MONTHSS and i havent found a single fic with this concept 😭 (i didnt intend for this to be a request btw buut if you want to..? hehe jk, unless?)

oneirataxia.

pairing: yan!zhongli x afab reader

genre: smut

cw: dubcon, edging, toxic behavior, abduction, temporary mindbreak, orgasm denial, slightly public sex, no pronouns used

word count: 1.1k

you’ve broken a sacred oath, now you have to pay the price. zhongli only takes payments through your body.

written by a minor, dni if uncomfortable

Archons.

Archons, you couldn’t breathe.

You knew you messed up, you broke something of importance to Zhongli. No, not an object, a contract. You weren’t supposed to leave, not even if the false world was cracking right in front of your eyes, not even if the escape from the teapot you’ve been preciously imprisoned in can be grasped with your own hands. You knew you couldn’t escape him, but you just had to try, you needed to try.

And here you are, hiding in Liyue Harbor, hidden deep in the narrow alleyways and behind houses. You covered your mouth, being oh so careful to not make any unwanted noise, to not breathe too loud, to not step on a branch that could alert his attention. Everything felt so cold, you felt like everything was watching you, even if you couldn’t tell a thing, no matter how much you looked around.

You saw him walking in the streets in the alleyway you were in. His eyes darted around with a calm fury, his hands clenched together, crossing his arms. You slinked away further into the darkness, your body shaking like a leaf. You would’ve gotten away too, if you hadn’t stepped on a stray tree branch.

Zhongli whips his head to the alleyway you were in, walking unhurriedly with his hands tucked behind his back. You ran like your life depended on it, you didn’t want to go back! Your taste of freedom simply couldn’t end now!

But when you turned your head around, he was nowhere to be in sight. Your confusion couldn’t give you enough time to speculate, when your head hit a tough but warm surface. You turned around, immediately looking up with a horrified expression on your face. Zhongli silently looked down at you, the light from his eyes were impossible to find from his eyes, a truly horrifying sight to see.

“You’ve broken our contract.” He says in that moment of silence, before he continues, “My efforts to conceal your existence from the citizens of Liyue will have to be doubled due to your little… scheme of yours. My patience may be vast, but it is not infinite.” Zhongli takes a step forward, his eyes narrowing.

You begin to choke up apologies, but it was trapped in your throat like stuck bits of food. You could only mutter a weak, pathetic apology. “I’m… sorry.” But instead of a pat on the head, he raises an eyebrow, a smug grin on his face. “Is that all you have to say, dear? An apology like that won’t warrant my mercy.”

Before you knew it, he had backed you up so far, your back had hit a large wooden crate. Without an exit, you were now trapped, doomed to be tormented by the man in front of you. His face draws closer, his arms caging you in, where you were forced to stay, unless you incur his wrath further.

“A punishment is in order.” He went on, “If you are so determined to leave the safety of my abode, then I shall humiliate you where you stand.” Zhongli’s eyes glow golden for a brief moment, a hand grasping your chin and tilting it upward, forcing you to make eye contact with him. “Do you understand, my treasure?”

As if you were compelled, you muttered an agreement, even though you wanted nothing more than to run from him. Zhongli began to undress you, taking his time while you mindlessly stared at his chest. He then lowered your pants, his fingers teasing your clothed clit, a small grin on his face. You grasp his arm with your hands, desperately trying to grind on his long, slender fingers, but he pulls away with a tsk.

“Do you think you even deserve your own pleasure after breaking our contract? Greedy little pet.” He squeezes your cheeks with one hand, bringing your face closer to his, while unbuckling his pants with the other. Your mind was so hazy, with the lack of stimulation both running through your head, and your pussy, you couldn’t concentrate on a thing but the burning desire to be satiated.

You feel your underwear slip to your knees, then a prodding where your underwear used to be, pressing up against your folds. Zhongli grabs his cock, aligning it to where he was able to thrust between your thighs, but close enough to where your slick would still reach him. It wasn’t enough, you needed more.

“Are you trying to beg for more? Already?” He chuckles, angling his body just slightly enough to where the large, mushroom tip of his cock would barely slip into your folds, leaving you helpless, and knees so weak. “Dearest, this is your punishment. Don’t tell me you’re getting off from it?” He’d stop, spinning you around to pin you against the crate, his breath would tickle against your neck, and you could feel a grin as well. “Your body, your mind, it’s all mine. You will understand.”

He aligns his cock with your pussy, and without hesitation he thrusts inside without a shred of concern, sheathing himself completely. Zhongli lets out a low, guttural groan, one of his hands wrapping around your neck, and using his other arm to wrap around your waist. You regained your autonomy again, desperately struggling against his hold, but it further shoves his fat cock inside you, pressing up against all the right spots.

Your knees buckled, threatening to fall but Zhongli’s arms kept you supported. He pulls you closer to his chest, bullying his cock inside with abandon. Your head fell forward in exhaustion, hitting the crate with a thud. It felt like too much already, your mind was already driven insane by the lust and aggression Zhongli inflicted on your body.

“Zhong…. Zhongli! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” You begged, drool slipping out of your mouth. He didn’t respond, but the hand that was wrapped around your neck slid to smear the spit away, biting your neck. His fangs sink into your skin, his hands continuing to trail across your body like it was a piece of art for him to worship, it was so gentle, you almost deluded yourself into thinking this wasn’t a punishment.

Zhongli’s thrusts became more erratic, sucking the skin he had marked with his sharp canines. You were so close!… Just a little more! But his hips halted, a coarse voice panted behind you. “No… not yet. This is no reward for you.” Your face dropped in horror, whipping your head around to face him. “No! Please, I’m so sorry!” You cried, “Please let me cum! I won’t disobey you again!” Zhongli, however, kept your body still as you began to thrash, his hips remained stilled, and took heavy deep breaths, as if he wanted to stabilize himself.

“Haah… your body is so… tempting, you minx.” He’d rest his head on your shoulder, inhaling the sweet scent emanating from your body. Zhongli then pulls out, zipping up his pants, and lifts you off your feet, like a newly wedded groom would to his bride. “Let’s return home, shall we? Your punishment has not ended just yet.”

He always paid what was due.

YOUR BRAIN??? i got so excited working on this to where i literally speedran writing this fic UAGHHH ily 🌼 nonnie

#⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☁︎ starry scribe ✧ #⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☁︎ moonlight mirage ✧ #⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☁︎ whispers of the night ✧: 🌼 #⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☁︎ fading fantasy ✧ #zhongli x reader #zhongli x female reader #zhongli smut #genshin impact smut #genshin smut #genshin impact x female reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x gender neutral reader #yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin x reader #zhongli x gender neutral reader #tw: dubcon

[vermillionbun]

Settling in

I’m sorry this took so long, I’ve been a bit busy recently with family and guests, so I didn’t have a lot of time to write TvT Also, sorry that this one’s a bit short,

Warnings: None

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    Little by little everything set into place. Albeit the awkward interactions at first, both of you built trust as time went on.

     You’ve noticed that Xiao is hyper alert, tracking every little sound he could hear. From a random bug, to you simply approaching your apartment door, nothing escaped his ears. Every time you would come home he would just be sitting somewhere, staring at you as you entered, as if already knowing you were going to open the door that exact moment(which he did). 

    It creeped you out at first, but at this point you’ve gotten used to Xiao tracking your every move. You are unaware as to why he has such a habit, you’ve seen other catboys be quite relaxed and pay little to no attention to their surroundings unless it’s something painfully obvious, so what Xiao’s doing is a learned behavior.

    You’ve tried asking him if he had other owners and what they were like, but he tensed up immediately after the question, obviously not comfortable with the topic, so you never pried and just changed the topic immediately after.

    You also went shopping with him, he does need to change in his catboy form after all and mainly your pants weren’t very comfortable due to the weird bend Xiao’s tail would have to do, so it doesn’t get trapped in one of the pant legs. However, despite having his own clothing now, you’d catch him wearing some of your shirts and hoodies from time to time.

    You didn’t really mind, of course, but the first time you caught him with your hoodie Xiao went into panic mode, thinking he’d overstepped by using something he doesn’t have explicit permission to use. You spend a good half an hour reassuring him that you weren’t mad and that you don’t mind him wearing some of your clothes from time to time if he finds them comfortable.

    Since then, he’s become a bit more daring. At first he’d go up to cabinets and look at you, waiting for approval, but now he rummages as he pleases, unless you’ve told him he can’t open the cabinet. The only ones off limit are the medicine and cleaning supplies cabinet, since you’d prefer if he didn’t poison himself by accident(be it out of curiosity or mistaking it for something else entirely).

    You’ve also found out that Xiao doesn’t recognize a lot of everyday things. Sure he knows what plates and utensils are, but he didn’t know what to call a pan until now and couldn’t even begin to make out what mixers and other “odd shaped spoons” are for(ladles, spatulas, draining spoons, ect.).

    You were surprised by how little he knew, but you always explained to Xiao what it was for and how it worked. He listened carefully, trying to remember everything you told him, silently thanking you for the amount of patience you have with him.

    It may take a long while, but you’re willing to put in the work. You’re Xiao’s new owner now, both on paper and in his eyes, and you’ll stick to your promise of taking care of him. Who knows, maybe in the future you’ll be able to find him a friend, but for now you’re more than enough.

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While not soon, I wanna add more characters, but I don’t know who TvT Sure, other anemo short guys as catboys make since, but I wanna spice it up a bit. Like let’s say a bearded dragon Zhongli(cuz dragons, sadly, don’t technically exist irl, so this is probably the closest thing) or a cockatiel Venti. I wanted to get your opinions on this, cuz 1. tbh I don’t have that many ideas for other animals, so I’ll have to give it some more thought and 2. I still can’t decide what characters to add.

Taglist:  @vault-of-reblogs @sweet-almonds @venyan @traumamakesmefunnier @nillajhayne @apyrose @crowbird @reisinnie @sweetsandwichgardener @mizutatoes  @clxudy-sky3z

#genshin xiao #xiao #xiao fluff #catboy xiao #catboy!xiao #genshin impact #xiao x reader #xiao x you #twilight theater

[chrisgates]

Ghost of Chris' Past

TIMING: Current LOCATION: Watcher's Way PARTIES: @corpse-a-diem & @chrisgates SUMMARY: Erin goes for a run and stops Chris, who was on his own run, when she hears a woman calling for help. It turns out to be a ghost that only Erin can see. The situation gets worse when she finds out that the ghost knew Chris when she was alive. CONTENT WARNINGS: Medical blood tw, descriptions of body injuries

Crisp, morning air bit at Erin’s skin and filled her ever greedy lungs. The bulk of her morning run was over and she liked to take her time cooling down through Watcher’s Way. It was usually pretty empty this time of morning. A lot of the town found the place a little creepy, especially while the sun was still struggling to peek through the surrounding foliage. By lunchtime the place was bustling with people and she couldn’t blame them for that either. It was downright pulled straight from a movie kind of scenic. Only a few other joggers passed her by, most of who’s faces she was familiar with. It’d been a while since she’d seen Tom though - he was always friendly and chipper. And thankfully brief with his greetings before he’d be on his way again. 

Running helped clear her head. Gave her the space to think and keep moving all at once. Her therapist had suggested it when she was a teenager and it quickly became the one constant coping mechanism for her then “hallucinations” that worked. Most of the time. 

A deep breath slipped from her as her jogging slowed to a fast walk and then eventually even slower. She had time this morning to enjoy the view for a few minutes, even if the chill in the air seemed to pick up. Erin was always cold, though. Leaves crunched in the trees off to her left, stilling for a moment, and then picking back up again. A new kind of chill tickled her skin and she paused briefly, ready to flee before she heard a faint “Please! Help me!”. Then again, only this time louder. The sincerity was hard to ignore, and while she didn’t leave immediately, she backed up away from the sound as another jogger approached. She put a hand out to grab his attention, worried eyes darting between the younger man and the source of the sound. “Uh, hey wait–did you hear that?”

Ever since that run-in with the not giant chicken on one of his jogs (thankfully there was someone else there, otherwise he wasn’t sure how he would react), Chris preferred to go running with headphones. A lot of people liked to say that was dangerous to do as you wouldn’t be able to hear your surroundings, but that’s exactly why he did it. He didn’t want to hear, just in case it was something he needed to pretend didn’t exist. That was how his days and weeks and months were spent — denial. 

It was hard to stay in that river, though, when there was always someone ready to pull him out of it. A hand, halting and commanding, willed Chris to cease his pace and remove a bud from one ear. He expelled a few panting breaths before addressing the woman with a confused look; his eyes darted to and fro before they rested back on her. Nothing looked amiss. Nothing but her attention on the area around them (and the one statue that seemed to be looking in their direction). But other than that, everything was peaceful.

Her question caused him to remove the other bud and he hastily stuffed them into the pocket of his windbreaker. Alert now, Chris froze and listened. He could hear his heart — he could hear hers. But there was nothing else but the breeze that whistled by. “... no?” He replied cautiously, wondering if maybe the timing was off.

The woman cried out again, louder this time, and Erin stared at the man she’d stopped, incredulous. “There!” She pointed to the greenery again. “There’s a woman screaming. What do you mean you don’t–” she started, before realization set in and the words died on her tongue. No. Of course he didn’t hear it. Only she could. The lump in her stomach rose to her throat and she swallowed it down hard. “Right. I’m sorry, I–” she shook her head, the silence falling over the once peaceful park once more. She’d heard voices like that before, though it’d been a while since they were that clear and that prominent. Her eyes scanned over the area once more, and while she was hesitant to say that the apparition had moved on, there was nothing more she could do with the poor gentleman who’s morning she interrupted. “I must have just–”

A woman appeared beside the man. Red. That was all Erin could see against the torn skin, in her hair, dripping down her face and neck. What was left of it. “Fuck!” She yelled, lurching back from the woman and the man she stood beside, stumbling so quick she lost her footing. She barely felt the pavement beneath her as she scuttled back, averting her eyes from the horror her body was left in. Erin had seen plenty of tragedies in her cold room and she’d restored enough corpses to be desensitized enough to handle it. But this woman was staring at her, moving, dead. And it reminded her of the visions–the ghosts–she’d seen all through her life. But this woman had stopped looking at her and trained her sights on the man in front of her. 

Chris looked to where she pointed and saw nothing. He still didn’t hear anything, either, which did start to worry him a little. Granted, people were a little weird in Wicked’s Rest, but he couldn’t help the ping of anxiety that started to burn within him. He was about to apologize, maybe even profusely so, considering how perturbed she seemed, but then she was apologizing. That was a nice change; he half expected her to be upset with him for not believing her, but instead she looked a bit dejected. He couldn’t help but to feel bad. “Hey, it’s cool..” There was more to be said, more words to fall from him, but they too were halted in their tracks just as he had when her surprised outburst came tumbling out. 

Her sudden bout of fearful alarm only served to fuel his own, but he didn’t think about that. Instead he tried to reach for her the minute he noticed the stumble. No luck, but the impact didn’t deter her. There was still absolute terror in her eyes, like she’d just seen a ghost. He whipped his head around to where he thought her gaze fixed itself on. Nothing. There was nothing and yet she hurried back, determined to put distance between them. “Woah! Hey, are you okay?? What, what is it?”

Everything was absolutely not cool, Erin thought in a flash. And Erin was having a considerably hard time pretending like there wasn’t a mutilated corpse-ghost standing in front of her. There wasn’t anything overtly threatening about her, outside of her immediately alarming wounds. She was… sad. Confused. Muted anger brimmed behind blue eyes, bright against the deep red gashes and bites marking her skin. Erin swore she’d seen a few animal attack deaths that didn’t look too dissimilar. “Uh…Y-yeah–yeah. I’m okay,” Erin started, though her eyes never left the figure the man beside her couldn’t see. And it was in that moment, Erin realized this was the part that her family had been trying to protect her from. But these people–these… ghosts–were everywhere. At home, at work, the park. This was never something they could keep her hidden from. 

“Chris…” The woman spoke softly, almost longingly. She knew this man. 

“Chris?” Erin repeated without thinking, glancing at the man.

She took a step closer, her sight fixed on the man–Chris, she assumed–her fingertips so close they would have grazed his cheek if they were corporeal. “His eyes. Those eyes. I know those eyes. I know them.” Erin started to stand, ever so slowly, keeping her distance from the both of them. “They did this to me.” The gentleness of her voice dropped like the stone in Erin’s stomach and she turned to Chris in speechless alarm. 

She was okay, maybe acting a little perturbed, but she did seem okay enough for him to believe her. That meant that she was probably okay to be by herself, which was completely fine for him. He didn’t really want to get in the middle of anything again, at least not for a little while. That entire thought process went out the window, however, when she said his name. Now, Chris knew his memory wasn’t the most reliable (thanks to the furry parasite that lived beneath his skin, unbeknownst to him), but he would have definitely remembered if they had exchanged names.

“Uh. Y-yeah? Do I know you?” He gave himself a once over, wondering if he had anything on him with his name on it, or if a business card was poking out of a pocket or maybe he had his lanyard on him — no dice. He had nothing but his shorts, t-shirt, sneakers and socks, cell phone and earbuds. The key to his motel room was also buried in his pocket, but nothing else screamed ‘hey my name is Chris!’. How did she know his name? Now he was worried that they may have bumped into each other before.

The woman’s face twisted from one of seemingly confusion and worry into one of horror. Again, Chris looked over his shoulder wondering if he missed something crucial and terrifying — but no. There was still nothing. Nothing behind him, nothing to his right or left, nothing but this woman and the statues that surrounded them. He felt a chill creep along his face. “I’m sorry if I don’t rememb–” just then he felt something push against him, as if someone had pressed their hands to him and gave him a shove. It wasn’t strong by any means, but it was enough force for him to physically take a step back.

With both hands now up in defense, Chris looked around him and at the woman with bewilderment. “Uh??? Did you just… Did..” He patted himself, half expecting that to happen again. He surmised that he was just losing it — still. “Uh… Anyway… I’m sorry if I don’t remember you. I kind of.. My brain is not great. I’m sorry…”

Erin wasn’t oblivious to the fact that as weirded out as she was, this poor guy was even more disturbed. Was he a poor guy, though? The pieces of this woman spoke otherwise. Her fear was abundant but it was slowly giving way to something else. Anger? It sat low in her stomach but the feeling rose as she watched the pain in the woman’s face. She didn’t care if she looked crazy anymore. “He did this to you? You’re sure?” She asked, ignoring the man for now. 

The woman’s head snapped Erin’s way and the soft sadness she was saw burned into thin, sharp edges. “I thought he liked me. I thought–I thought we were friends. We were–he–” The words stuck in her throat, tears burning at the edges of her eyes and suddenly the woman was pushing him. Erin stood back. Angry, bitter tears were flowing freely down the young woman’s cheeks at this point. The shove didn’t do much but she could see the terror and confusion in Chris’ eyes. 

“He’s a fucking monster. Tell him–tell him I hope he rots in hell. Tell him Isabelle hopes he rots in hell.”

Erin felt the cold shoot up her spine like an infusion. What the fuck did this guy do to this poor woman? There was nothing about her that made Erin believe she wasn’t being completely truthful. But she had to make sure, right? She looked at Chris again, unsure but growing steadily disgusted with him by the moment. “Do you know–or knew–an Isabelle?”

Instead of being given an answer, she answered the air beside them. Chris turned his eyes to the space she questioned and really gave it a good look – was he supposed to see something there? Or was she just crazy? Or maybe he was? Maybe this was just a dream, like every other unusual interaction he had ever had? That was the easiest cop out he could muster, but every excuse and easy way out went flying out the window the moment that name came back into the wind.

Isabelle.

Chris felt his throat get tighter. Yeah, he knew her. The last he heard she was dead — animal attack, they said. But it didn’t look like any animal attack they had ever seen. The wounds were too large, too many of them. It was too… gruesome. A bear wouldn’t have done that, they said. Not like that. Wolves, either, not to a human. Yes, he knew about her, knew of her. There was something there that both of them had wanted, and it was fine for a short while, and then it wasn’t. He didn’t know what really happened, but this woman seemed to know him — and Isabelle.

Dread filled him. He felt the urge to take a step back. “I..” he managed to start with, an uncomfortable sound that wanted to be a word but wasn’t, couldn’t. He swallowed. Maybe this was nothing? “Yeah… Uh, did you know her?”

Chris’ reaction wasn’t quite what Erin expected. There was definitely some form of acknowledgement. The name was familiar to him. She was looking for something else though. Guilt. That’s all that should have been there. Unless this guy was some sort of sociopath, which by the state Isabelle had been left in, she could understand that. But this? Something wasn’t connecting somewhere. She looked at Isabelle again, careful to keep her distance. What if this was a trick?

“No,” she answered him quietly, not sure how to go from here. It felt a little Salem Witch Trials to just stand there with her ghost and proclaim You murdered her. But wasn’t that the truth? She looked at Isabelle again, lost, no longer caring even a little if this guy thought she was crazy. That ship had sailed ages ago, anyway. “You’re sure he did this to you?” 

Isabelle merely nodded, that tight anger rigid beneath splatters of blood and exposed muscle and bones. 

Erin clenched her jaw, steadying herself and steeling her gaze at the younger man. The least she could do was relay her message. “She was murdered. Ripped to shreds. By someone with–” She paused, doubt trickling in. What the fuck was she doing? Confronting the man who possibly did that to her? She swallowed. The ghost could sense her trepidation and before Erin could blink she was standing in front of her so close she could see the torn veins in her cheeks. 

“Tell him. Please!”

Erin jumped back again, keeping on her feet this time. Curiosity and empathy were about to get her killed here too, huh? She readied herself to bolt back into the safety of the awakening town just outside of this foliage. “By a friend of hers. With your eyes.”

What the fuck was going on? That urge to move, to leave and put some distance between the two of them only grew with intensity. She didn’t know Isabelle, but she knew her name and she seemed to be speaking to someone else. Chris was not really a firm believer in anything supernatural, especially not ghosts. He could totally see aliens being a thing considering how vast and unexplored the universe was, but anything else? No way. There was no way.

And then it got worse. Ripped to shreds, his eyes. Was she there? There was no way that a ghost was there feeding her this information. An even worse thought crossed his mind — was the ghost Isabelle, if ghosts were indeed real? That would make the most sense, especially since he was pretty sure that no one else lived with her. Or — no, wait. He was supposed to meet her somewhere, somewhere public, but it was late and — oh. Oh, no.

“I didn’t… I was supposed to meet her. We were supposed to… go for a walk, before a movie.” Why didn’t he go? He couldn’t remember. Why couldn’t he remember? “Look, I already told the cops that I wasn’t even there… I…” He had an alibi, didn’t he? Or — no, not exactly. There was no evidence, nothing to really tie him to the grizzly murder. That’s what they called it — a murder. Animal attack on paper, but really, that’s all they could talk about. That’s why Chris was a suspect. Why was he trying to explain it to her anyway?

“I wouldn’t hurt her.”

She’d really fucking stepped in it this time, Erin thought, watching the ghost jumping from despair to anger and back, while the man in front of her looked like his world was crashing around him. How could he not remember leaving a woman in that state with his bare fucking hands? There was a chance that the ghost was wrong, sure. But she was sure that she’d remember the man who did something like that to her too. It was hard to mistake. And the ghost was here for a reason, hovering in his vicinity. Erin’s presence, her gift, had merely drawn her out from the darkness. 

Erin stepped back, hands firmly on her hips, straining to figure out her next step. To deal with what she’d found herself in. This was too much. She shouldn’t have gotten involved in this one. This wasn’t Felix Mendoza, a nice little ghost who just wanted to find their family. This was blood and rage and despair. This was murder. The more he spoke, the more she was convinced of it. “Yeah, well, try telling her that–” she barked, pointing to the spot beside Chris. He couldn’t see the blood dripping down her feet or the bone protruding from her collarbone, though. And it was at that moment she realized there was nothing she could do about it. Not legally. What would she even say? Yes, officer. Her ghost told me it was that guy. Lock him up! Or better–some stranger who didn’t know either of these people just had a “hunch”. But if they knew each other, there was a chance he’d already been looked at. So what was she even still doing here?

Erin swallowed hard, taking more strides away from this. “I–I have to go. I can’t–I can’t do this–” she shook her head and paused briefly, before finding Chris’ eyes. Two different colors. She’d remember that in case she ran into them again. “But you? You have to live with this. I’ll make sure of it.”

The world around Chris started to spin — or at least, that’s what it felt like. His heart started to race the moment she had uttered Isabelle’s name and it only got worse from there. Whether or not this lady was talking to a ghost or psychic or whatever, it didn’t matter. She knew he was connected to Isabelle, to her death, even if he had no memory of ever being near her that night, and that was enough for him to truly start to freak the fuck out. She didn’t exactly look like a cop, or really any member of law enforcement, but he’d been wrong before and he didn’t exactly want to be locked away in a cell. Not again. Please.

The woman’s harshness in her tone made Chris feel incredibly small. But he was also angry. He was angry for being put into this position again, at having to defend himself from a potentially misplaced accusation. Was it misplaced? The fragments of horrific memories that splattered themselves across his thoughts disagreed with him. He winced at her words, though he stole another glance at that damned spot again. This time, he did feel something. It wasn’t like the shove from before, but there was a chill in the air that seemed to settle deep within his bones. He felt himself shiver.

“I–” he started, unable to say anything to an empty space. He couldn’t do it. She was dead anyway, wasn’t she? “I’m sorry, what else d-” Chris stopped short with discomfort. Nothing he said was going to matter was it? Not when she continued to look at him like that. Like a monster. And then she was leaving, her evident fear having won over. A deathly cold overtook him at her final words, leaving him gasping for air the moment her back was to him. It felt like someone punched him in the stomach and knocked the wind out of him. His gaze darted to the empty spot again, but again — there was nothing. Nothing but an eerie creeping feeling at the back of his neck.

But you? You have to live with this. I’ll make sure of it.

Chris whimpered. And then he was pushed again.

So he ran.

#thread #tr: [ ghost of chris' past ] #tr: erin n

[ask-pwp-prequel-au]

Ehehe! Tumblr freewrite sillies!!))

Pal approached the Percy animatronic in the dark of night. The tamas were all asleep except for TamaMimik who stared at Pal from the shoulder of the animatronic. “The tamas told me this is Filos’s host..but I doubt you’ll care much, hm?” Pal brushed off TamaMimik and carefully crawled into the mech.

The animatronic still turned on and all the settings loaded up without many glitches. Everything seemed okay as he took a few steps using the mech’s controls. Nothing seemed out of place. All the buttons like a programmed in cup game and even the small code telling Percy’s tail to wag worked.

So…either this parasite hadn’t actually taken over his mech but still exists or everyone was gaslighting him into believing it was real. Maybe it was just some elaborate prank?

Pal believed the latter up until he felt something stab into his wrists. The inside of the mech glowed green, revealing wires that had jabbed into his wrists and hadn’t started to drip a green substance into him. The glowing color almost hypnotized him before he realized it was going directly into his veins!

Pal screamed and ended up freeing himself with ease. The opening to the mech flew open and Pal fell out of his mech. His head hit the concrete. The ladder hit the ground, alerting all the tamas to his presence.

The tamas rushed over to make sure Pal was okay. TamaOpti immediately took charge again and commanded the TamaRoachis to find a clean rag for Pal’s head. The Roachis did just that and TamaLanki checked for any actual blood. No blood.

Pal held his head and hissed weakly. “Ooohh..” Pal curled up a little, panting softly. The Tamas handed him the clean rag to Pal. Pal slowly pressed the rag to his head. “Th…Thank you..” His voice had the slightest crackle to it. TamaBruti cooed loudly and shoved his head into Pal’s side. “I-I’m fine Ta…Bru..H-Heavy.” Pal heaved out.

Bruti froze up and stared up at Pal with a blank stare. “No..is B-Bruti..” Bruti pointed to himself. Pal hissed and shook his head. “I-I’m s-..sorry, Bruti. Y-You’re right..”

Pal needs to lay down…

Pal doesn’t need to lay down…!

PAL DOESN’T NEED TO LAY DOWN!!

The Tamas stepped back quickly, watching Pal’s eyes glowed bright green. The Tamas backed up before skittering away somewhere else.

Pal took a deep breath and opened his eyes as the green faded. His eye twitched a little before Pal shook his head and walked back inside the house. He wanted..attention? Like..a lot more attention than before. It was 3:31am. Not too late…Nick shouldn’t mind if Pal woke him up for emotional support. He could just lie and say he had a nightmare! Yeah…yeah…

#playtime with percy au #playtime with percy

[haunted-rose]

Rays of Sunlight Peeking Through the Thick Fog.

Hello there! This is my first time posting a fic on Tumblr, so please forgive me if I mess up any formatting. This is a fluffy SKK as parents one-shot. The premise is Dazai allowing his adopted daughter to draw on his bandages, after he finds her dissociating after a rough day. So please be mindful of that. This piece is also dedicated to the amazing @stinkyme who gave me the last bit of courage I needed to post this. Stinky is the absolute best, and there aren’t enough words to truly convey how wonderful she is!

Also in true BSD fashion, SKK’s daughter Halina gets her name from halina poświatowska, one of the most important writers in modern Polish lit. Also one of the meanings of Halina is sun-ray, which you will get as the fic progresses. I will also be posting this on my ao3! With all of that said, let’s get to the meat!

Walking through the door of his apartment, the ambiance felt off. Not in a way that would set off the alarm bells in his head from having survived this long, but something wasn’t right. Placing his shoes in the genkan, slipping off his sandy brown trench coat, and allowing the door to softly click shut behind him; Dazai was left alone with his thoughts. 

“Tadaima,” Dazai calmly calls out; with only his echo greeting him back. He patiently  waited for the soft bell-like voice to reply to him with an okaeri, but the response never came. He knew he wasn’t alone in the apartment, as his dress shoes had been placed next to blue canvas hightops with doodles drawn in pen. A text earlier had told him that she had gotten home safely, and that she had no plans to head out. Another text had alerted him that his Slug wouldn’t get home until early morning; something about needing to help Ane-san, and not to wait for him for dinner. 

Walking further into his home, he noticed traces indicating his Sunshine’s presence. Her shoes neatly placed in the genkan, her favorite slippers missing from its resting spot, and her bubblegum pink school bag leaning against the wall. 

Yet, for all that was there to show her presence, the apartment felt empty of it. Soft footsteps couldn’t be heard dancing along to cheesy American pop songs. No spontaneous melodic laughter was lingering throughout. The bitter smell of her preferred brand of Earl Grey wasn’t wafting, filling their home like something akin to perfume. 

Before panic could truly set in about the paradox in front of him; the mystery solved itself as he made his way into the kitchen. Sitting at their small table was his Sunshine; however, instead of being filled with relief at seeing her, worry washed over Dazai. Approaching his sweet girl, Dazai purposely made his steps loud, so he wouldn’t scare her. Yet, his loud steps caused no reaction from her; all he was met with continued silence. 

His Sunshine was now an eclipse. Or perhaps a black hole, a cruel entity that had drained away all of her radiance. 

The site before him filled him with sorrow, as he knelt beside her. Clumps of blonde curls surrounded her face like a curtain, looking as if they had been sharply pulled from her still existing pony-tail. Resting his hand against her cheek, he was met with the sensation of dried tears. Her vivid hazel eyes usually filled with so much warmth were glazed over; a fogginess indicating his Sunshine was dissociating. 

“Oh, my sweet girl, I’m sorry I wasn’t here.” He stood quickly moving to get to the freezer, “it’s going to be alright Sunshine.” Dazai wasn’t sure if the affirmations were for him or his sweet girl. 

They were for him, as she wouldn’t be able to register his voice with how deep she appeared to be dissociating. 

Kneeling in front of her again, Dazai muttered a quick apology. Gently grasping her left wrist, he pried open her hand placing a few ice cubes in it. His bandaged fist swallowed her dainty hand covered in streaks of acrylic paint. The reaction was immediate, and he felt horrid for keeping the frigid ice trapped in her hand. He remained calm and unmoving, even as she tried to jerk away. Doing anything to escape the cold grounding her back into reality. Water began to pool in her palm, dripping in between the silvers of their fingers as the heavy fog began to slowly dissipate from her eyes. 

Minutes felt like hours, but slowly awareness began to shine in her eyes. 

“There’s my sweet Sunshine,” Dazai practically cooed as he began to rub smoothing circles on her right cheek with his thumb. “It’s okay. You’re safe sweetie. It’s okay.” 

“Tata? What’s going on?” Her voice hoarse further enunciating her masovian dialect. Vivid hazel eyes trail down to observe the scene in front of her. “I floated away, didn’t I?” She mumbled out, voice softening with each word. 

Dazai released his grip on her hand, drying off the water on his pant leg. “You were dissociating, but there is nothing wrong with it. There is nothing to be ashamed of.” She refused to meet his gaze, so Dazai turned her head to face him. 

“Halina, there is nothing wrong with you. I’m your Tata, it’s my job to take care of you. You, my brilliant Sunshine, are not and will never be a burden.” The firm but loving words were all that were needed to break open the floodgates. His Sunshine collapsed into arms, with sobs ripping out of her throat. All Dazai could do was hold her close, rubbing circles on her back, and mumbling affirmations of love and care. Her sobs wrecked through her small form, breaking Dazai’s heart as he was helpless to assuage her sorrows. 

The only thing he could do was hold her close. A naive part of him hoping that he could shield her away from the demons lingering in her mind; and the monsters awaiting her everytime she stepped out the front door. Dazai knew for all of his predictions and precautions, that he couldn’t always be there to protect her. However, he could be there to take care of his sweet girl in the aftermath; giving her sanctuary to be vulnerable.  

Eventually the sobs quieted and the tears ran out. Halina lifted her head meeting Dazai’s gaze. Her eyes were an irradiated red from the crying, but her light was slowly returning; bathing them both in the warm rays. 

“It’s okay sweetie,” Dazai softly murmured, knowing Halina was most likely overstimulated. “What happened? Did you have a bad day?”

“No, I had a great day actually. I don’t know what happened. I felt fine…” her voice trailed off.

“Did everything just hit you at once?” Dazai said, finishing what she couldn’t. 

“I think so,” she replied with a teary tone. She further leaned into her Tata’s embrace. 

Feeling safe within his arms, basking in his loving touch, and listening to his steady heartbeat to keep her grounded in reality. With her Tata, Halina didn’t have to be strong. She could allow herself to relax and let her walls down. She could simply exist without having to wear a mask. She didn’t have to worry about how anything she said or did could be used against her. She was safe, and had the freedom to just be herself.  

“Come on sweet girl, let’s go sit somewhere more comfortable.” Dazai said lightly, with his knees popping, and a firm grip never leaving Halina’s hand. He knew his Sunshine needed to have a physical reminder that he was here, that he wouldn’t abandon her.

 He led them both to the living room, and gently placed his Sunshine on their bright orange couch; it was a nauseating neon shade, with matching fuzzy vomit green colored throw pillows. It was something he had bought to annoy his Chibi; the thing was an eye sore and migraine inducing. However, it was here to stay as Halina sincerely loved it, and thought it was beautiful; only their Sunshine could find beauty in something so revolting. So, the second youngest executive of the Port Mafia, half of soukoku, Nakahara Chuuya was stuck with the ugly thing polluting his living room. As he was unable to deny something that truly brought his Daughter joy. 

Dazai was broken out of his thoughts, as he gently wrapped Halina’s favorite blanket around her. Though he made sure her arms were free, as he knew she hated being trapped when she felt fragile. “I’ll be right back Darling. Tata just needs to grab a few things, and then I’m all yours.” He waited until Halina nodded, as he knew the constant touch was one of the few things keeping her from dissociating again. 

Dazai returned a few moments later with a box of fabric markers and sharpies. He placed the box on the coffee table, and turned on the television; putting on Mama Mia. He and Chuuya couldn’t stand the movie, but their Sunshine absolutely adored it, and that was enough for them. He sat down next to her, and gently placed his bandage arm in her lap. He handed her a random marker, “do you mind Darling?” 

Her reaction was instantaneous, a huge grin broke out on her face, and Dazai was blinded by her contagious mirth. “Is there anything you want in particular?” His Sunshine was practically vibrating in excited anticipation.

“Surprise me. Anything you draw will be incredible.” Dazai barely finished his sentence, before Halina began to draw on his bandages; Mama Mia forgotten as the blank canvas in front of her was demanding her full attention. 

When Chuuya finally made it back to the apartment he shared with his Daughter and Mackerel, it was four in the morning, and he knew it was pointless trying to be quiet. His Mackerel would wake up immediately when someone entered their home, even if it was just Chuuya; and his sweetheart could sleep through an earthquake. 

He was led to the living room by the noise coming from the T.V, and the site he saw filled his heart with warmth; not that he’d be caught alive admitting that to his Mackerel. Halina was asleep with her head resting on Dazai’s chest, with his arms wrapped around her waist. 

“Oi, I know you’re awake stupid Dazai.” The bastard refused to open his eyes, even as he replied. “Mah, my Hatrack is so mean. Here I am just trying to rest, and I’m so rudely awoken.” 

“I’m rude, am I?” Chuuya replied with a soft kiss to Dazai’s cheek. “The rudest.” Dazai agreed, bringing their lips together. Chuuya’s eyes trailed down to Dazai’s right arm, the entire thing was covered in rose drawings. He was mesmerized by the vibrant colors and graphic lines, sharply contrasting Mackerel’s sterile white background. 

He slowly put the pieces together as he finally noticed what movie was playing on the television. “Rough day?” Chuuya’s voice was steeped in worry. 

“Everything just hit her at once. I came home to find her dissociating in the kitchen. I think she was more worried about us viewing her as a burden.” How Dazai kept the rage out of his voice, Chuuya would never know. “You can’t kill the dead Chibi.” Stupid Dazai said whilst carding his fingers through Halina’s thick curls. 

“I know that, Mackerel. Doesn't mean the fantasy isn’t appealing.” Chuuya replied as he sat down, and began to rub Halina’s back. 

“The best thing we can do is to take care of her when she breaks. We’ll remain a constant presence, so she knows we won’t ever abandon her.” 

“When did you get so wise, Bastard?”

“I’ve always been smart, it’s not my fault your slug brain can’t comprehend that. 

“If you weren’t holding our Daughter, I’d kill you right here and now.”

“Oooo, I’m so scared.” Dazai teased as he leaned over for another kiss. Once they had parted, Halina began to stir. “What’s going on? Is it time for school?” Her words were mumbled out in a mixture of Polish and Japanese. She turned to face Chuuya, “Oh, welcome home Papa.” Even half asleep her voice was filled with warmth. “Hi, sweetheart,” Chuuya cooed as he gently patted her head. “Go back to sleep Angel.” 

“Okay. G’night Tata. G’night Papa.” Halina murmured as she nestled her head in the crook of Chuuya’s neck and shoulder. 

“Goodnight Angel.” Chuuya murmured, as he held Halina tight and placed a soft kiss on her head. 

“Sweet dreams Sunshine. Your Papa and I will protect you from nightmares.” Dazai said, adjusting the blanket over the three of them. 

Fin. 

#bungou stray dogs #bsd skk #bungou stray dogs fanfiction #fluff #we are healing

[unholy-obeyme]

STOMACH CHURNING

Note: This was done as a request for @iamtiredfinalsistheworst

TW: Blo*d mentions, Gore, torture, red room, if I left anything please let me know, it means a lot <33

Note 2: I’m so sorry this took so long! I hope this is to your liking!! Im sorry once again <33

You stared at the carnage in front of you being shown on your laptop screen. The room was red. The sight in front of you was unlike any other sight you had seen. It was positively, stomach churning. You couldn’t tear your eyes from the carnage in front of you.

A MONTH EARLIER :

“Mc?” “Yes sir?” “We have an ongoing investigation about the deep web, you may be aware” “I am aware sir, how am I involved in this issue though sir, if you do not mind me asking” “well, since you are in the cyber security department I’m handing this case over to you. I need you to alert us immediately incase anything, even remotely alarming, let us know immediately.” You merely nodded and walked to your desk as you opened your pc, ready for another round of browsing the potential dangers in the dark web. Hearing about it was one thing, but browsing it? It felt illegal. You even forgot you were a member of the cyber security department and that this was your job. The brothers and the royals, and the other students of RAD had been kind enough to let you off the hook since they knew how important this was for you. The brothers, and the prince and his butler were sitting with you, helping you find any suspicious links, or illegal sites while Simeon and Solomon were keeping Luke away from the carnage you all were about to witness. It was then Leviathan pointed on a link which seemed extremely suspicious despite the innocent url. Nothing could have prepared you all for what was going to present itself on the laptop screen. When you clicked on it, it asked for all of your details, which you filled, as you gave it false details to remain undercover. The screen loaded for a while, as the screen read:

ll WELCOME TO THE RED ROOM ll

Your stomach dropped as you immediately understood what you were getting exposed to. “Mc?” Asked Lucifer worriedly, as you immediately started trembling lightly. “I-it’s nothing.. I-I’ve seen plenty of t-this, I-it’s my j-job you k-know” you stuttered as you clicked the link and it led you to a room. It illuminated red, a man was tied to the centre of a bed, naked, while the wall was decorated with all sorts of knives and machetes you never knew existed. “Hey human…” Mammon stated as he and the others knew where this was going. You watched as the man was screaming in fear while there was another individual watching him scream in fear while asking the viewers their weapon of choice. The prince had a serious scowl on his face as he watched each and every one of those viewers and their sick chats. The carnage soon started as the individual dragged a rake all over the naked man’s body drawing blood and creating open gashes. To say you were scared, was an understatement. You were witnessing a live murder, that had existed much much before you were even notified of it…. How many people died at the hands of this man? The demons, however, were furious. Each and every viewer would be dragged to the deepest pits of hell as they watched the innocent man was killed, then his wife, and his kids…. It was then Mammon snapped out of his anger as he noticed you staring at the screen, frozen in fear, as your eyes, with tears prickling at the corners as you were trying to process everything happening in front of you. He immediately notified others about your distressed state by which the prince immediately closed the pc. Clearly you did not expect this. The others too, suppressed their anger and helped you calm down from your hysterical state.

Belphegor lulled you to sleep as he immediately held you close as you slept with small dried tears. “Why must you do this to yourself Mc..” he asked tenderly as the others bitterly retreated to their rooms. Your task can wait. What mattered the most was your mental and physical health and that’s what everyone focused on. You were granted a holiday to recover and the best therapist was on speed dial incase you ever needed help. But everyone could agree on one thing.

While, the entirety of the human race may not be as bad or twisted, this one was particularly

Stomach churning

#<33 #answers #obey me x mc #obey me #dark obey me

[hestiashearthfire]

I've been trying to meditate to try to talk to Apollo, and I was wondering if there are tips you can give me to a newbie? I feel like whenever I meditate that I'm not really following along when I try to do guided meditations or I get distracted with outside noises. Sorry for the long ask and thank you so much in advance.

I may not be the best person to ask, Anon. I am notoriously bad at meditating, but because I suck at it, I’ll share some thoughts and tips that have helped me.

First, never go into meditation expecting anything. I see stories of “mystical experiences” all the time, but I’ve never really had something wild happen. I’m not saying those things can’t happen, just that I think they happen far less often than the internet suggests.

Second, we’re now meditating, but it’s awful; what do we do now? Well, nothing, honestly. Let’s just be up front with each other—serious meditation is hard, and it isn’t for everybody.

But isn’t meditation supposed to be good for us? Yeah, it sure is, but you shouldn’t expect to be able to meditate like a monk immediately. Instead, try a few things:

Get comfortable. Don’t sit in a lotus position if it hurts. Hell, don’t even sit on the ground if it hurts. Don’t sit anywhere it hurts. Sit comfortably. If you can’t cross your legs, just sit in a chair. If you’re having trouble sitting up straight, use pillows. Lay down for all I care; just be comfortable and alert.

Set realistic expectations. By realistic, I mean really realistic. If you’re just starting or really having a hard time, five minutes is plenty. Work your way up to longer periods, and don’t feel like you need to sit for long stretches.

Think outside the box. We all probably have had the image of a zen monk in our head at one time, but other meditation styles exist. If you don’t like sitting, try mantra meditation with a mala, walking meditation, or meditation with an image, candle, or physical object. Chanting phrases can help us to focus, as can holding beads, or focusing our eyes rather than closing them. I also find chores can be meditative; folding clothes and washing dishes are often moments of prayer for me.

This is all just general advice of course, and I’m no expert, by any stretch of the imagination. So what should we do when we get distracted? The simplest answer is keep going! You’re a human being; you’re going to be distracted at some point, no matter how well you meditate. When I veer off course, I find it helpful to focus on my breath, take a moment to reorient myself, and continue. With practice, you’ll have an easier time focusing.

For me, I just try to remember my own limitations. I’m disabled; I hurt a lot. On a good day, I can do maybe ten minutes of seated meditation. I use prayer beads a lot because having something physical to hold helps me, and it’s a quick practice for even busy days. Sometimes I don’t get to meditate, and that’s okay too.

Anon, it seems like you’re doing your best. Keep at it! You’re not failing because you’re distracted; that’s part of the process. Keep going, and remember to give yourself grace; you are an imperfect human, but we all are. Pray to Apollo for help, and remember the gods love you just as you are.

#asks #hellenic devotion #hellenic pagan #hellenic polytheism #hellenic reconstructionism #helpol #hellenic paganism #hellenic polytheist #hellenic gods #hellenic community #prayer

[dreambones]

For the writing prompt: "I know you're tired, but you have to stay awake." With Foxy and Starling (pizzaplex edition).

Me: I don't like writing angst.

Also me: *Sprints to write this because I have the perfect scenario*

TW For blood and injury :)

Has her body always felt this heavy? Starling blinked a couple of times, everything around was dark and blurry. A groan leaves her lips, it hurts, bad, while at the same time she feels numb, disconnected from her body. Despite that, there was only one concern running through her head, she had to know if he was ok.

“Foxy?”

God she sounds awful, her voice cracks and she can’t even be sure it was above a whisper. But the animatronic hears her perfectly, frozen next to her, crouched on the floor while his system is done rebooting, blocking out whatever the hell had gotten into his coding.

Foxy body twitches, and slowly, his vision turns back to normal, flooding with pop up alerts he shoves to the side, unable to deal with them at the moment.

He feels as if he had woken up from a vivid dream where a stranger kept control over his body, pulling invisible strings. But it was no dream, he knew that, he kept screaming at himself from the back of his head to stop, fighting to regain control as he was forced to be a front seat spectator of his worst nightmare.

For the first time after waking up, he focused on Star, another urgent alert warning him of the gravity of the intern wounds and the need of immediate medical attention.

He did this, this was his fault, because he couldn’t fight it off, fight him off.

“Mouse… I’m sorry I am sorry please…”

Star recognizes the fox’s voice, he even dropped the pirate lingo, he must be truly worried, she doesn’t want that. The pirate moves closer, hands hovering above her body, afraid to touch her, to make it even worse, was it even possible to make it worse? Before his eyes flashes her terrified expression before his fangs sunk into the skin on her shoulder, crushing the clavicle bone with an ease that was terrifying, the deafening crack stuck in his memory.

“He-hey Captain, nice to see you back to normal”

Star wants to lift her hand and pat that crooked snout of his, but the motion shoots a wave of pain from the tip of her fingers to the center of her chest.

Foxy scanner is going crazy, unable to focus on a single one of Starling wounds, not knowing where to start. Where was the blood coming from? How could he touch her without doing further damage to the broken bones?

He tries to connect to the Pizzaplex communication system and send a message to the others.

>>ERROR. CONNECTION FAIL. TRY AGAIN?

He clenches his jaw close, metal teeth clicking with the force. The thought of leaving Starling there and running for help crosses his mind, the others should be at their rooms already, and if not, Vanessa should be arriving soon for the night shift.

The thought is discarded far out the window when he sees Star slowly closing her eyes, body shaken by tremors every now and then.

With clumsy movements, he takes his jacket off and tosses it on top of her body, hoping it helps fight off some of the maintenance tunnels cold.

“C’mon mouse, I know you’re tired, but you have to stay awake”

>>ERROR. CONNECTION FAIL. TRY AGAIN?

The shadow of a touch caresses her cheek, she instinctively leans closer to it, finding comfort in the contact among the numbness and screaming pain. Foxy gulps a non-existent lump, but the tightness inside his throat doesn’t go away.

“‘m sorry Foxy, I’m kinda exhausted”

Star sounds distant, struggling to keep her eyes open.

Slow and careful, as if handling the most fragile glass, Foxy slides an arm under her neck, minding his claws, frustrated by not being able to cradle her face to comfort her, the hook on his right never felt more dangerous than now.

Star never felt so small in his arms, he never felt more useless.

Incapable of keeping her awake, the animatronic internal machinery whirs loud as she closes her eyes and stays like that.

“Mouse”

He presses the point of his nose to her face, nudging carefully. There’s no response.

>>ERROR. CONNECTION FAIL. TRY AGAIN?

“...Starling…?”

He brushes her cheek with his snout again, wanting a reaction, any reaction, anything but her body going limp in his arms.

>>ERROR. CONNECTION FAIL. TRY AGAIN?

Why is no one replying?

>>ERROR. CONNECTION FAIL. TRY AGAIN?

Please

>>ERROR. CONNECTION FAIL. TRY AGAIN?

Anyone

>>ERROR. CONNECTION FAIL. TRY AGAIN?

Help

>>ERROR. CONNECTION FAIL. TRY AGAIN?

>>ERROR. CONNECTION FAIL. TRY AGAIN?

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[jannelbabblessims]

Poppy Diaries: Part 2- Getting to know your potential baby daddy

(TW: Mild Language/swearing)

–Poppy–

{Ding Dong}

My fucking doorbell was ringing… Mind you, the last time I said anything about me having any source of a social circle was non-existent…Well, This shouldn’t be happening.

Unless it was the annoying as fuck Welcome wagon I heard about, with their shitty fruitcake…

Maybe that’s what it is. Well, the house is bare enough to be considered “clean” so why not?

Reaching for the door handle I pulled it open with a fake smile plastered on my face and my super polite voice ready to go.

My smiled dropped..

“How did you fucking find me,” I screamed, my heart beating out of my chest, “ Did you follow me home last night?”

The hell is wrong with me? Why am I attracted to my potential stalker? He must’ve followed me home.. There’s no other way to explain how he can figure out where I lived..

“I could sniff ya out in a second if I wanted to girlie,” he drawled out in a cocky tone, then he let out a deep laugh that not only took me by surprise but ignited something else..

Stop it. Stop it. Stop it.

“I’m just kidding,” his laughing continued a bit lighter as he reached into his back pocket, revealing… My wallet. He stepped closed and held it out for me to take.

How the fuck did I forget that?! Well ok, I kinda have an idea.. but I really should’ve been smart enough to not leave any sort of evidence to be able to trace me…Ugh I hate myself.

He put his hands behind his back and surveyed the area in my yard. There wasn’t much to look at. My pitiful garden was all that was out there. Not a single bush (thankfully?) or flower near the house.

Weirdly enough I felt slightly embarrassed by that. I don’t know why this guy would rise that out of me, he was suppose to be a guy who hopefully provided me the donation I needed and was gone for good. Nothing more.. sure I had a SMALL casual thought about him for a second. But it was suppose to be fleeting and onto other things..

“This place looks nice,” he started, again observing the house from roof to foundation, “ You live alone in this big ole place?”

I’m not gonna answer that just to give my stalker more intel about me.

“Thanks for my wallet,” I casually change the subject, less he knows about me the better. Judging by the fact he had my wallet means he knows enough to at least steal my financial identity. “Let’s hope I don’t receive any fraud alerts soon.”

“You know, usually people who are appreciative reward the person who turned in their wallet.”

“We are not woohooing again!” I snapped, irritation building quickly.

Immediately his hands went up on defense.

“Woah girlie, I didn’t say that! Not that I would pass it up if it was truly the reward.. but I am a gentleman as hard as it may be to believe given our history..”

Now it was my turn to snort at him. This man. He just believes he’s something special doesn’t he?

“Well what do you want then? Food?”

He looked thoughtful for a moment before looking back at me with his little smirk, “I could eat.”

He really wasn’t kidding when he said he could eat. The man was eating like he was ravenous and hadn’t seen food in forever! Honestly though it didn’t bother me as much as I thought. He just was so carefree and genuine in this moment that it felt almost human.

Or maybe it’s just the fact this is my first close encounter with another human since god knows when and I am just a bit more accepting of things than I should be..

“You weren’t kidding about eating,” I laughed, I just couldn’t help myself.

“Yeah sorry,” he sheepishly reached for his napkin to dab away any drool still lingering on his face, “ it’s just a weird thing I do, I always need to eat super fast.”

I was not going to dive into details about that.

“No problem, glad you’re happy about the food.”

I looked up from my food to see him staring right at me. Instantly I felt alarmed, “What? Is there something on my face?”

This brought on a deep rumbling laugh out of him.

“You just saw me eat my meal with a gallon of drool everywhere.. and you’re worried about food on YOUR face?”

I felt my cheeks redden in mild embarrassment. I guess he was right.. I was being silly.

“You’re an interesting girl Poppy Olivers,” he mused as he pushed around his napkin across the table, cleaning up any wet spots he found. “Quite different from last night for sure.”

I instantly groaned, “ can we not talk about last night? That was not something I normally do..”

He laughed at my response and continued to stare at me intently.

“Good, wouldn’t want to have to compete with any other strangers you might decide to sway with your feminine wiles into another bush.”

I groaned again.

“Please stop..”

The rest of the night went well. Lou, the name I had to embarrassingly ask for again, seemed really interested in getting to know more about me even if there wasn’t much I could offer him with my memory loss. I explained it was hard for me to remember much and he was surprisingly super considerate about it and even grabbed my hand in a comforting motion.

The whole time I wondered why I ended up so comfortable telling him all this when just earlier I thought he would steal my identity. Seriously what is this man doing to me?

The night ended with him walking me back to my house.

“This was nice,” I mumbled awkwardly at him. “Thanks again for my wallet.”

He smiled back, settling into his stance with his arms crossed in front of him. This damn sexy pose.

“Can I see you again?”

This question hit me quickly. We did share a nice evening with some light talking but did I really want to continue this? This was suppose to be a one and done kinda thing.

“Maybe.”

“Maybe works for me, “he beamed, turning away from me and towards the sidewalk. “Until next time then.”

So much for maybe..

TO BE CONTINUED…

#sims story #sims 4 storytelling #sims werewolves #sims series #sims 4

[rokkazu]

Are you proship/comship? (Asking because your username is eagledile and hawkodile and eagleator are foster brothers. I'm not judging, I'm profic myself, just curious.)

Hey there anon! bit of a loaded question you got there! I'm honestly not sure if this is bait to get me to admit to being "problematic" or a genuine question, but i'm feeling nice and explanatory today so i'm gonna break this down for ya. I have a lot of thoughts on everything you just said so... sorry if this post gets really long. (spoiler alert it does)

first of all, the proship thing. i don't really think there's a way to be brief about this without someone twisting my words and making me out to be a literal pedo apologist or something, so i'm just gonna say the pro/anti dichotomy is dumb as hell and does nothing but cause unnecessary confusion. the question of "is fiction depicting things i find gross and unacceptable allowed to exist" is just complete fucking nonsense. there isn't one answer to this. i have friends who cope with and process their sexual trauma with things that people consider unacceptable under any circumstances because they can't comprehend that anyone would have a nuanced relationship with the things that hurt them. it is not my business to decide what is and is not allowed, and i choose to judge people based on their own individual situations. if that makes me proship then whatever i don't actually care. just because something can cause harm doesn't mean it has no use or purpose, or that it should be destroyed or hidden away. i am not saying pedophilia or incest is good, actual sexual assault is obviously horrible, i do not like those things even as fictional scenarios personally. I'm just fucking normal and don't judge people before i actually know why they're doing what they do. please for the love of god think with your brain and treat people like people i'm begging you.

(btw this isn't directed at you anon, im not assuming you're going to be weird about this right off the bat. i know some people would though, so i'm being clear just in case.)

OKAY now that's out of the way we can get to the fun part, character analysis of an inconsistently written kids cartoon for 8 year olds! I do not think eagleator and hawkodile are brothers. i straight up just don't buy it. that may sound confusing at first but let me lay it out for you in excruciating detail because autism. okay so, i've been in this fandom since like mid 2020? so i don't have ALL the context but i do have a good amount. i was around when the concept of them being adoptive brothers was first spread around. and yes, this is not an old concept. literally NOBODY thought this before like, mid 2021. so what happened? Imagine you're scrolling through the #unikitty! tag. It's a slow day in mid-late 2021, not much going on. you notice a post from someone listing off a few of their favorite ships, and one of the ones they mention is eagleator/hawkodile. You're me in this scenario, so you're naturally interested in someone mentioning your rather niche favorite ship, so you read through, maybe you notice there's a couple comments on this post, so you check them out to see what's up.

This is what you see. If you're not familiar, this is the tumblr account of Careen Ingle, one of the directors of the show. She's known for being one of the crew members who interacts a lot with the fandom, answering questions about certain things, usually on Twitter. Now, as far as i'm aware, i was one of the first people to notice this. At first, this really confused me, because like, while the ship wasn't common it also definitely wasn't unheard of? people have very much watched The New Nemesis and immediately posted "so that was kind of really gay right? it's not just me?" no one really took it that seriously, but it was definitely A Thing. Why would she say something about his now, nearly a year after the show had ended? why not say something earlier? To be honest with you, i still don't know. I don't know why she said this. She has never, ever elaborated on this, and no one even asked. About the only thing i heard of this was people either posting this exact screenshot or referencing it, appended with something like "if you still ship them after this block me and never speak to me again." This still baffles me to this day. There was no confusion, no push-back, anyone who thought this was even remotely questionable seemed to just disappear from any discussion of it. it was a complete echo-chamber of "this isn't okay anymore because Careen Said So" and then radio silence on the topic ever since.

Now, if you're not very familiar with the show itself, this might not seem that strange to you. but, and maybe this is just my perspective.. there is no indication of this in the actual text of the show itself. Absolutely none. In fact, i would argue some episodes actually contradict this idea! At best, what i get from the few episodes that actually touch on their relationship is that them being brothers would be a perfectly fine viewer interpretation, something to headcanon maybe, but absolutely not set in stone or obviously spelled out for you.

Seriously, if you don't believe me, go watch every episode that's relevant to this. there's like, 3 of them. That's just over half an hour of runtime. Here's a list, actually: S1E3 "Action Forest"

The first episode that establishes Hawkodile and Eagleator's relationship. Notice how they refer to eachother as "bro"(as in the non-literal slang term for a close friend, i assume), but never once a full, played-straight "brother", even when hawkodile is doing his dramatic backstory spiel. Also the song that plays when they hug is reused in a scene with master frown and brock in Beach Daze, who are like no-question canonically gay. Hmmm.

S2E12 "Hawkodile Sensei"

Eagleator isn't in this one, and some of the flashback scenes straight up contradict things that happen in Action Forest's flashback scenes (i personally choose to interpret this as hawkodile just being a very unreliable narrator for my own sanity) but the main relevant takeaway here is the fact that when hawkodile is basically emulating the way Sensai Falcomodo taught him, Unikitty makes a comment about him "[...]going to be a great dad", which Hawkodile immediately rejects by saying "i'm not gonna be their dad, i'm gonna be their sensei!" which.. seems to imply that Hawkodile very much does not see Falcomodo as a parental figure, just a mentor/teacher, that those two things are completely different to him. Kinda throws a wrench in the whole "foster brothers" thing, don't it?

S3E14 "The New Nemesis"

Okay, i really need to skim over this one because this post is already getting obnoxiously long, and to be honest this is the one episode i could pick apart for hours. Just.. just watch it. This episode is pretty much half the reason anyone ships them in the first place, and i'm still wondering how one of the directors can whole-heartedly believe that these two characters shouldn't be shipped when this whole episode is... the way that it is. i could genuinely make an entire post just about this episode if anyone even wants to see that.

So yeah, in conclusion, not pro or anti ship but a secret third thing called thinking with my brain. if you use either of those labels i'm ignoring it and asking you what you actually fucking mean by that. i ship eagledile because, from my perspective, there is now way anyone could have known they were "supposed to be brothers" from the content of the show itself, and i'm not going to change my whole view of these character's relationship just because someone on the team said so, somewhat rudely, in the comments of a post made by someone who didn't even fucking ask, and failed to give any reason or evidence for why i should even believe that. Death of the author and all that. Hope this clears things up!

[nomenomens]

Nomen

Chapter XXV - One Last Breath

TW : suicidal thoughts (not too morbid, but they're there)

WC : around 3000 words

Previous Chapter : I Can't Make You Love Me

Next Chapter : The Messenger

Masterlist

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May 10, Tuesday, 19:50 (present time)

“Who was it?”

“Just another call center, Dad. Don’t worry.”

I lied. Again. But I had to find a quick excuse to make sense of the fact that as soon as I picked up the phone I hung up without saying a word. I immediately texted the same number, now certain of who I was speaking with. I had heard his voice just a few times, but I couldn’t forget it. My text was confused but I guess he understood what I wrote and was willing enough to agree, since his answer to my request to meet and not hurting anyone before we talked about things he didn't know was a simple “Deal” and so, with the excuse of going to the bathroom, I called the Captain, whose number I had obtained just a few minutes earlier, before going into my father’s office. He answered almost immediately, and I jumped at the sound of his voice, almost as if I didn’t expect him to do so. 

“Miss?”

I panicked for a moment. I was scared and I felt guilty for reasons I couldn’t even name. I tried to rub my thumb along the ring I always wore on my right index, Cesare’s gift, to ground me. His voice resumed, making me realize I didn’t even answer him. 

“Miss? Is there a problem?”

“N-no, I’m fine. S-sorry. I just wanted to tell you…”

Silence fell again. I tried to swallow the knot in my throat, now heavier than before. I tried to reassure my fast beating heart by patting my free right hand over my heart. I failed miserably, but at least I was able to spoke again, this time without stuttering as much. 

“…you can go. I spoke with Mizuki and now there’s no need for you to stay alert. Go back before me, I’ll be fine.”

“Commander Hange didn’t-“

“You can tell the Commander I had disposed this way myself.”

“I don’t answer to your orders.”

I wanted to answer with a clever comeback, telling him it was my life and my responsibility and that Mizuki had no right to ask for their help to begin with, but I just felt powerless, exhausted, and so the only words that slipped through my lips was a simple request.

“Please. Please.”

I thanked whatever supernatural force existing for the fact he couldn’t see my face right now. He had already seen me at my worst, two times, but I couldn’t bear to let him see me a third time crumpling, especially because I had a feeling he would’ve see easily through my bluff. I could hear him sighing while reflecting. After a few seconds he spoke again. 

“Fine. We’ll go back now. We already know the road you’ll take and so we’ll follow that itinerary and if we spot something different, we’ll intervene.”

“How do you know my itinerary?”

“Sebastian left some of your usual pattern to Mizuki and to Hange too, in case Mizuki would prove "unavailable", to quote him.”

For once, the lack of trust Sebastian held towards Mizuki had been proven useful. I could’ve told the Captain that there was no reason to do so since my current enemy wouldn’t just put traps on the road, or something similar, but I was aware he wouldn’t just ignore Hange’s orders completely. We both had to compromise. 

“All right. Thank you and…I’m sorry for the trouble.”

“Don’t be.” 

He hung up.

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May 11, Wednesday, 00:24 (present time)

I went out on the terrace but there was no one else beside me. I put my hands on the railing and inspired deeply. The night smelled like spring, probably thanks to the jasmine and wisterias growing in the neighborhood. It was still a little chilly and for a second I regretted not picking my light scarf to cover my shoulders, but as soon as I finished that thought, I heard someone’s steps behind me. I turned around and the figure, now in front of me, put his right hand on my neck. His grip wasn’t too tight, but his glaring eyes were threatening enough to make me lose my balance and lean dangerously against the railing, with the upper half of my body slightly hanging from the terrace. He immediately opened his mouth. 

“So, what should I know before letting you fall and make it look like a suicide?”

“You know I probably wouldn’t die falling from the second floor.”

“You know I can make sure you do.” 

His smile was evil, but I couldn’t bring myself to hate him. Akura-Ou used to be Tomoe’s best friend, they were both yōkai, and my existence broke that friendship, at least from the perspective of the man who was now in front of me. Akura-Ou sure loved Tomoe, probably even more than just as friends, but I had never dared to ask, and after I failed to save the man I loved, the other swore to kill me, since he couldn’t gain his revenge against Tomoe. Or maybe, Akura-Ou was simply hurt by Tomoe’s death, and he needed to do something about that pain. He was too weak at that time to carry his promise, since he had taken a fragile human’s body, but there was a time when I had even prayed for him to come back and put an end to my aches. This time though, there was too much on my plate for just agreeing with him and let him do what he wanted, so I answered back. 

“I know but if you can wait-“

His grip tightened, and I started to feel every finger of his pressing the sides of my throat. His expression was now bored. 

“If you lied to me to gain a few more moments of your life…”

“I’m not lying.”

Looking carefully into my eyes, as to detect any sign of dishonesty, he lightened his grip and I felt my blood rushing to recuperate more and more oxygen. 

“First of all, where is Mizuki? And Mey-Rin and Finnian?”

“I have no idea.”

“What do you mean?”

“Actually, the maid and the boy are both sleeping in their rooms. The drug I used will cease its effect in a few hours. The Snake escaped though. I think he succeeded in transforming into a snake after your text and it’s been a while since I last saw him. I used the drug on him too, but it seems like it was less effective. If I still had my body and my powers… By the way, shouldn’t you have a brother? I had prepared a drug for him too, but I didn’t see him or his shadow, for that matters.” 

“If you hurt even one of them-“

He squeezed again his fingers around my neck and now his face was just a few inches from mine before he whispered, never stopping from looking into my eyes. 

“Did you forget what I’m about to do? You’re in no position of making threats here. Now, speak.”

I decided to put away my worries for Mizuki, Mey-Rin and Finnian for a while and started to explain with a faint voice. I hoped he wasn’t lying and that Mizuki was just asleep somewhere safe.

“My brother is dead and Sebastian, the shadow, as you called him, is away now, but what I have to say regards him too.”

“Why should I listen to something concerning him?”

“Because he’s not human, h-he’s like you.” 

As I started to cough, I moved my hands onto his to make him loose his grip around my neck, his eyes widened, showing his surprise to my words. He let me go, and I dropped to my knees, coughing to catch my breath. He crouched down and demanded an explanation, which I provided, while he listened in silence. After a few moments to recollect his thoughts, he spoke again. 

“So, you’re telling me I can’t kill you because you’re the property of another demon which I won’t be able to beat since now I have this lowly human body? Do you think I’m a fool?”

He never shouted, which made his words sound even more dangerous. He slammed his hand on the railing behind me, making me jump before answering.

“I’m not lying. Look at my arm, I have his mark.”

“Mark? This is a normal tattoo. I can’t sense any power coming from it. Do you really think I lost every ability of mine when I entered this body? I can still sense a lie when I see one, and I can still sense power, so I know for certain you’re making fun of me. But that’s the last thing you’ll do.”

He brought his hands again on my neck and I couldn’t avoid being caged again by him. If it was a matter of couldn’t or wouldn’t, wasn’t clear to me. I tried to struggle and scratch his hands, I even tried to kick him away, but in the back of my mind I knew I wasn’t trying hard enough. I could’ve evoked Sebastian with the mark, but I didn’t. Instead I closed my eyes and I started to relax my body, stopping every attempt to fight back and waiting for my suffering to end. I was confused by my own contradictory actions. In those moments, a lot of things passed through my mind, but the one that scared me the most was the fact that I wouldn’t be able to bring back my brother and there was no guarantee of sharing my afterlife, if there even was one, with him. But I had no guarantee to succeed anyway, so why was I so determined? Why fight? What for? And what if my brother would have no intention to come back to me? What if I was only pursuing a selfish need to have him in my life, trampling on his wishes? Selfish. I was really selfish. Not only with him, but with everyone in my life. I didn't deserve an ounce of the love my parents, my friends, Mizuki and the others provided to me. I only ever thought about my feelings while shutting everyone away from me. They didn't deserve this treatment. They didn't deserve...I didn't deserve them. I didn't deserve their love. Their love had always  weighed on my chest, as if I knew I had to compensate it by meeting their expectations, something I was never good at, no matter how perfect I tried to behave. I remembered every look pointed at me whenever I did something wrong and the sense of guilt pressed on my throat more than the hands of the man in front of me did. I wanted to escape those familiar and painful feelings and there was only one thing I could do.

I gave up.

Suddenly, I felt free. Every worry slipped away, and all I could feel was relief. No trace of guilt present anymore. I was free. My sight was now blurred by a veil of tears, and I felt my lungs stinging as Akura-Ou pressed with even more strength his fingers around my neck. Ironically, again at weirdest of times, I remembered something I had casually listened to years ago. 

"Please come now, I think I'm falling, I'm holding on to all I think is safe, it seems I found the road to nowhere and I'm trying to escape. I yelled back when I heard thunder but I'm down to one last breath, and with it let me say, let me say..."

I couldn’t remember all of the lyrics, but I knew for sure that what I wanted to say now weren’t the song’s correct words. I let my hands fall, as I started to feel my head dizzy but my mouth moved according to my will one last time to tell him my final words, smiling. I wasn’t certain if my voice was audible, my ears weren’t exactly intercepting any clear sound if not a deafening ringing, but I was sure his eyes widened, even if my vision wasn’t clear as my eyes were slowly closing. All I could see from under my lashes now was a glimpse of light, a silver ray of light, so beautiful and captivating that I swear I tried to move my hands towards it, a futile attempt to reach it before darkness overtook every sense. 

Something was off. Why was she asking us to go away so suddenly? Was Mizuki only being paranoid when he begged Hange to help her? Her voice resonated through my mind like an echo. 

“Please. Please.”

Since she wasn’t exactly our responsibility, Finally I agreed to go back with the squad and I wasn’t exactly surprised when no enemy showed up. She was right, everything seemed fine. But then, why her “Please” sounded so desperate? 

“Captain, is it strange that we haven’t found anything suspicious? Hange was sure Mizuki wasn’t exaggerating.”

Jean Kirschtein was sharper than I thought. I had realized that some time ago, but I was still surprised every time he proved it. I honestly didn’t have an answer to his question. 

“She spoke like everything was settled, but I honestly have my doubts. Maybe Hange can explain better to us.”

When we reached the villa, everything was quiet. Hange said the maid, Mey-Rin, had left a note saying she had to take care of something with Mizuki, so she wasn’t available for us. Mey-Rin had been our attendant since we arrived, but she never left a note for when she was needed elsewhere. It was suspicious, but at the end we didn’t have any tangible proof that something was wrong. Hange also said Mizuki texted her that everything was fine in the end, thanked her and apologized for the trouble. That wasn’t weird, Hange and Mizuki took a liking towards each other, both nerds and curious as hell, unable to keep a proper behaviour in a normal society. There was something weird about him, but I couldn’t figure out what it was precisely. In any case, her voice still occupied a part of my brain, unable to settle on the fact that whatever enemy of her appeared wasn’t a threat anymore. Mizuki had been extremely vague on the enemy’s identity with Hange, saying only he was someone dangerous that wanted her dead for a past issue between them. I didn’t want to go, but Hange decided to put me on the mission since I was the one she was more familiar with. The shit I had to put up with when Connie revealed he saw me pushing her to lean against the car the day that Albert showed up, was beyond annoying. That brat was wrong, but it was true my instinct made me move to protect her. I would be caught dead before admitting I was almost worried that day. In my defense, it wasn’t normal to follow someone from a distance, as it wasn’t normal to lay over the stirring wheel in that way. Memories of her strange behaviours passed through my mind along with her voice. 

“Please. Please.”

Something was off, and I had to check on her. It’s not like I was going to sleep anyway. 

When I arrived on her roof, my intention was just to make sure she was alive, or to confirm that Mizuki or Mey-Rin were guarding her place. To be quicker, I used my tridimensional maneuver to reach her apartment, but I wasn’t expecting to see her sitting on the terrace, back leaned against the railing and a man on his knees choking her. I was right, something was off. But then, why was I just staring at the whole scene without interfering? Why wasn’t I stopping that man and saving her? I noticed her hands falling off from the grip the man held on her neck. I was close enough to read her lips, and the two words she must’ve whispered along with the faint smile she made after, made my mind went blank. I wouldn’t allow anyone else to make that expression in front of me ever again. Those words and that expression were still haunting me, even if years had passed since… 

My body finally reacted as I jumped and reached the man, pointing one of my sword against his throat and the other one over his arms. 

“You should keep your hands to yourself if you don’t want to lose them.”

He started laughing. I looked over at her and all I could see was her pointer finger twitching forward, before falling again on her lap, while her head fell against the railing, producing a muffled thump. At the same moment, the man moved his hands, got up and spoke to me, while running his finger along the flat side of the sword, still pointed at his throat. 

“Couldn’t you have waited for another minute? I saw your shadow, so I know you hesitated before interrupting me. Seems like I have to wait some more before killing her. I don’t know how, but there’s always someone trying to help her. Why do you lot even protect her? She isn’t worth it, trust me. Anyway, see you.”

“What makes you think you can go away like that?”

“The fact that at the end you wanted to save her, now she’s not breathing properly and you’re alone here. Every seconds you waste on me, takes her farther away from life. I don’t think you want her on your conscience. Tell her I’ll come back as soon as my new shikigami will be ready or notify me if you fail to save her. She has my number, you can contact me though that.”

He was still speaking when I picked her in my arms and took her in her room. As soon as I placed her on her bed, I checked her pulse and breathing, noticing it was faint, but still there. I patted her face trying to wake her up while trying to call Hange, since she was the closest thing I knew to a physician. That man tricked me, but when I went back on the terrace he was already gone. Was he really human? I briefly checked the surroundings and found no trace of him. In that moment, Hange called back but before I could spat bad words at her for not answering, she informed me she had found a white snake in the villa’s garden and was attending to it before he revealed himself as Mizuki. I didn’t know how to react. I had barely wrapped up my mind about the titans being originally human being, I wasn’t ready to picture humans transforming into snakes. After I told Hange about her conditions, she asked me to stay vigilant for a while and so I did. I turned the chair slotted against the desk in her room and looked at her face for an hour or two, checking her pulse and breathing from time to time. She slowly started to regain her colour. I moved the hair away from her face and looked at her serene expression. Usually I avoided every kind of association with Erwin, but in that moment, when she gave up and said those words to that man, the same ones Erwin reserved to me that damned day, I felt that pain swallow me up again. Sounds of steps brought me back from the pit of my own thoughts and I realized I was still tracing the side of her face, even if I had already moved her hair. I retracted my hand quickly before Mizuki broke from the window, still open, and launched himself over her, crying and bawling like she was really dead. 

“She’s fine, there’s no need to-“

Hange, that had just entered along with Mizuki, placed her hand over my shoulder to shush me, like I was an annoying old man not able to understand the boy’s feelings. With a swift move, Mizuki placed her on his lap, making her back lean on his chest and covering the crown of her head with pecks alternated with caresses. I found myself thinking two different things at the same time. First, I was probably witnessing an harassment and second, it was nice to see he had someone to care about…

…he was lucky.

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Author's note: Hello again! I hope you understood the spiral of thoughts I imagined for our protagonist. Sometimes it can happen, even if you don't constantly think about suicide, when you find yourself in danger you understand how charming the option of letting everything go and stop the pain is. But at the end of the day, it isn't charming, it's not even an answer. So, if you ever feel that way, remember to ask for help. A parent, a sibling, a friend, a psychologist, sometimes even a reliable stranger can help. No one can do it alone and no one is alone, to quote a really famous song in 'Into The Woods'. It is okay to feel down, to acknowledge what is wrong and why, and if you don't know how ho handle the emotions it's okay too, but therapy can help you. To understand is a first step to heal, that's why asking for help before the spiral of thoughts gets in the middle is important. And if you're near someone that needs help, just know that even showing a shoulder to cry on is more than enough. On a lighter note, the song is originally performed by Creed and this time I preferred to write the chapters with no peculiar song in mind and search later some who would reason with what I wished to express. I didn't know this song before finding it randomly, but I thought it had a delicate way to ask for help, and so I found the way to adapt Roni's thoughts to those lyrics. Now, I've probably said too much, so thank you for reading and see you soon, but more than anything, I hope you're doing well.

#nomen #ff #fanfic #aot #kamisama kiss #kamisama hajimemashita #sebastian michaelis #kuroshitsuji #snk #levi ackerman #levi ackerman x oc #levi x oc #levi

[ghostofnibelheim]

oflockharted​:

“What?” She didn’t understand. Not at first. Only to realize seconds later his fury was justified. Sephiroth wanted to know about the greys and everything they knew about him. Obviously the president told T time and and time again not to utter a word of these truths to the war hero, but deep down T set out to tell him eventually. Now must have been the time.

However, had Sephiroth not smashed her laptop, she could have given him an entire powerpoint presentation about the situation, transmissions, crop circles which looked eerily similar to his image destroying the planet. T had a lot of information to share, but it wasn’t enough to decipher why the greys wanted the man dead or “cured” - whatever that meant.

Right now? Even though she was facing death, Sephiroth still deserved the truth, what little of it she had.

Eyes dart from the tip of his blade and back up to his bright green eyes hiding a fire underneath their emerald shine. T gathers everything she has and parts her lips to speak, “…That’s the thing. We don’t know. It’s my job to keep them far away from you, especially how ominous they speak about you as a person. I’d give you the transmissions they sent us but everything was on that laptop.” T doesn’t know if she should stand or remain in the soil. Right now seemed fitting to submit until the silverette lowered his blade - if he lowered his blade.

“Sephiroth. I meant it when I said the greys were keen with you. But the only thing they ever tell us is to “dismantle” you immediately, or “face a world of ruin.” Obviously we’re not going to kill you for their comfort. And Shinra Sr. is strangely adamant that we don’t tell you this. It seems your presence threatens these beings in some way, and they’re trying everything in their power to alert the public. Sr. theorizes its to cause mass hysteria and have the people work together in numbers to either give you up to the ETs, or kill you themselves - that’s what I was told anyway.“ which was the only truth T knew at the moment. She may have worked in this field but she only gathered so much information. The greys were on an astronomical level when it came to hindering the absolute truth. T would have to get on one of their crafts if she ever hoped to uncover what they were really hiding.

Yet, Hojo was also someone they took an interest in. Clearly knew more than he let on. Each time a new transmission was obtained, all he did was laugh at these celestial beings. They both knew something, and neither of them were talking.

"If we can recover the motherboard from my laptop, I can show you everything I have thus far. The pictures, the interviews, a couple of strange documents I found under Hojo’s file…  Just… I’m sorry. I was hoping to find the root of this issue and tell you everything I discovered. But… I only have bits and pieces to offer you.”

Sephiroth’s eyes narrowed before the pathetic excuses presented before him by the Turk he’d trusted. Was he really meant to believe that the information gathered existed only in the one device that was now useless and destroyed by his hand? Something so exclusive and essential wouldn’t have left the safety of a high security office. Everything T said seemed awfully convenient to give him absolutely no answer.

But then amongst her ramblings came the name of the loathed scientist, Hojo; the one man Sephiroth had known his whole life and yet grew to absolutely detest. Not that he’d need that long to get to hate someone like that.

He had no reason to give any weight to her apology, nor her false promises that she was still on his side. To her suggestion to salvage the parts of the computer, he reacted by crushing the weak materials further under the pressure of his weight.

“I think I have a better idea.” He answered darkly, the sword in his hand rotating to suddenly point backwards in his grip. But rather than send it forward into a lethal slash, the silver SOLDIER lurched forward, slamming the back of the handle straight at the girl’s head, aiming to knock her unconscious.

Picking her up, he paid no further mind to the mission they had in this place. It no longer concerned him. He knew of a small mountain village not too far away. He’d take her there, find shelter somewhere, and take his time squeezing out the truth out of her.

It’d take long enough for ShinRa to even think of looking for him there.

Who’d go look for a SOLDIER gone rogue in the harsh peaks of Nibelheim?

#01B || This goes on your permanent record. [IC: Sephiroth] #12F || Your hero is nowhere in sight. [Tifa Lockhart] #03J || Turk T [AU] #oflockharted #00H || I've seen this before. [Transfer from Primary Blog]

[humanveil]

Pedro Pascal as Shane ‘Dio’ Morrissey in NYPD Blue — 8.09 ‘Oh, Golly Goth.’

#pedro pascal #pedropascaledit #ppascaledit #shane dio morrissey #nypd blue #sorry i was alerted this existed and immediately had to go find it #*

[that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main]

could i ask for a male/gender neutral reader x viktor where the reader is from the undercity but is crazy good with mechanics. one day they get scouted and brough to the topside and viktor gets a gay panic with his new partner?

YES

The Underground Angel| Viktor

Reader: They/them/he/him

Note: might make a part two idk

Arcane Master List

"Come now Y/n," Heimerdinger called, the young man standing on the edge bridge a small satchel of his items.

"I.." he spoke, "apologies sir...I...I haven't been outside the underground."

"There is a first time for everything now isn't there?" Heimerdinger spoke, "come now there's much to do!"

Y/n nodded, following the small being as they made their way into Piltover. It was immediate that Y/n was flustered at the embarrassing stares he was being given, they looking at him in disgust.

Quickly he pulled the hood onto his head trying to hide his gray hair and heterochromia eyes. Y/n followed close, keeping his eyes down and his head down. Truth be told he had no idea where he was going. But soon white smooth concrete turned into marble, they were clearly in an important building now.

"Come now."

Y/n nodded following Heimerdinger until they made it into a room.

"Kayen will help in getting you situated," Heimerdinger spoke.

"Of course sir." The man spoke.

"I will return shortly. I must be off to find Poro."

He quickly rushed off.

"This way sir."

"Ah, Y/n will be fine."

"Very well Y/n."

It was quickly Y/n was tossed into a warm bath, told to wash himself up while Kayen got a set of clothes and something for him to eat.

His gray hair turned white, and his soot and oil-covered skin turned pure once more.

He wiped his face clean draining the bathtub of the water a towel wrapped around him.

"Y/n." Kayen spoke, "I have clothes for you, I will assist you in getting dressed."

Kayen made quick work of getting Y/n dressed, helping lace up the vest corset in the back over a white button-up with black slacks and a simple tie to finish it all off it white in color for purity. Y/n slipped the boots on, they having a slight heel to them and being laced in the back like a corset.

With a few fingers running through his hair by the butler and a brush once or twice Kayen saw him presentable. Nodding, he leads Y/n along through the halls. They made their way to the labs.

Kayen seemed to have a keen eye for finding people, as he knocked on the door.

"It's me, Sir, Kayen. I am here with Y/n sir." He spoke opening the door and walking in, "Come now."

Y/n with a shy gulp followed, slipping in between the doors. His hands are full with his satchel of work.

"Ah! Y/n looking much better already! I was just telling the boys about you!"

"Um...thank you sir..." y/n spoke keeping his gaze down.

There was a shatter of glass, alerting the whole group. The brown-haired pale man cleared his throat.

"Um. Slipped. My apologies..." He spoke trying to hide his mess with his feet.

Who was Viktor kidding? He was in utter shock, the man who stood before him, was from the underground? He seemed more to be like from heaven than anything else.

"Come now Y/n there's much to do." Heimerdinger spoke walking away with a hop in his step.

"Yes of course sir."

Viktor watched him walk off, Kayen following in walking out and going his separate way.

"By how we just met him Y/n'll be crushed here." Jayce spoke, "We should have his back don't you think?"

"Hm?" Viktor spoke, "yes...of course."

During work Viktor couldn't keep his mind clear, Y/n; how....interesting. Love at first sight? It didnt exist. He knew that, well. He thought he knew that.

He'd feel blessed running into him again. If of course if it wasnt only the first day Y/n was in piltover, with a cup of warm coffee. Y/n had been engrossed in a book, smaller book ontop and a pen in his mouth as he turned the next page. Viktor too dazed in his own little world as they ran into each other in the hall.

"Sorry! Im sorry!" Y/n apologzied quickly, coffee spilt all over Viktor's white vest.

"It's okay-"

"Ah- um!" Y/n tried to look around for something to wipe it, he pulling on his own sleeve it bunched in his palm and wipping Viktor's vest trying to wipe it clean, with some sucess he frowned.

"I. Im really sorry sir...." Y/n spoke head down.

"It's okay." Viktor told him, looking at who was apologizing to him so firecly.

Y/n.

Viktor cleared his throat, dispelling the butterflies in his stomach, "You are Y/n are you not?"

"Yes sir."

"I never properly introduced myself I am-"

"Viktor." Y/n finsihed.

"Ah so you remember." Viktor smiled, Y/n nodded shifting on his feet akwardly.

Viktor watched his shift; it was one thing for sure. Y/n was a pretty boy.

"You are from the underground?"

Y/n nodded once more.

"I am too." Viktor tried empathy, maybe he'd be able to gain Y/n's trust from that, "Which part?"

Y/n kept his head down, and gaze away. Viktor patiently waiting for an answer.

"Red light..." Y/n responded quietly.

Viktor smiled, he understood the shame; he had it for quiet some time in the beginning.

"You know as a kid. I thought Red Light Street was just a bunch of food shops." Viktor tried to joke; it was true afterall, "Momma never went near there."

Y/n chuckled softly, it was nice, hearing such a soft little laugh.

"My father always told me the same." Y/n smiled.

Viktor smiled in return, "what are you reading?"

"Oh uh." Y/n spoke, " a novel.."

Viktor looked at the book, "doesn't look very scientific."

Y/n looked away, "well..um."

He only chuckled, "I won't tell no worries."

Y/n flushed darkly, looking away "I...thank you."

Viktor drank up the sight, Y/n flushered infront of him, laughing with him. It was pure bliss.

"I am going for a stroll later." Viktor spoke up, "Would you care to join me through the gardens?"

"Oh. Uh. Me?' Y/n questioned.

Viktor chuckled, "Indeed. You don't think I'd lay down my research for just anyone? Do you?"

"I-"

"I'll meet you back here then, 10 before sunset." Viktor told and then started walking off leaving Y/n to his own device's in the hall.

Rounding the corner Viktor took a heavy breathe in releif; how he managed to not slip up surpised him, and was a blessing that he didn't screw up. All he had to do now was clean up , and return back to the spot later on with his hopes held high, yet ready for rejection.

So he was more than estatic when Y/n returned to the stop, he there before Viktor infact. The walk was...nice that was one way to put it; they talked about work mostly: Y/n talking about mechanisms, while Viktor stayed more on the Alchemy side of science.

Y/n had opened himself up to Viktor, more than just about his work, his family like most kids of the under city dead, and his friends along with them, but left it at that. Viktor confessed similarities; parents gone, not many friends, and those few he did have where gone.

The rest of the walk was quiet, unknowing if it was tension from finding solituide too quickly in one another or a hearts pulling at one another.

It seemed too quick, Y/n sitting ontop a lower than waist level well, Viktor opting out for standing as it would be easier than getting up then down. Y/n agaisnt the thick post of the well as they talked. Every few sentences it seems Viktor got closer and closer. Not nessicarily a bad thing, but not good either. Y/n inviting him to stand inbetween his legs.

"Is. This too fast?" Viktor questioned softly.

"I. I don't know..." Y/n spoke, "I've never...you?"

"No." Viktor told, his milk chocolate hazlenut eyes looking into Y/n's making Y/n melt, face growing warm.

"I...it's a....expirement right?..." Y/n whispered, "just a bio alchemy hypothesis...and....this a test run?"

Viktor was at a lost for words: this was too fast. Wasnt it? But his heart ached, he found someone so diffrent yet so similar to him. Someone that understood him.

"It...can be." Viktor whispered.

Y/n nodded Viktor coming closer if even possible, his Y/n's legs pressed against his hips softly, Viktor guiding Y/n's hands onto his shoulder as there noses grazed against one another.

It was a confusing kiss, that grew passionate and wild. That ended in Viktor's bedroom, the two bare and hands all over one another.

Then all the sudden they were alseep, the sun coming through the window as it rose.

Y/n woke up first, yawning as he sat up, he'd never slept that good. Looking besides him his eyes widen.

"No...No- no." He spoke with a whisper shout quickly getting up and dressed, sleeping with a superior?

Oh he's fucked.

Well: he has been fucked-

Y/n quickly rushed out the room. Carefully making his way to his own: hoping to not get caught. Just within time too as Heimerdinger came in no less that twenty mintues later.

"Ah! You're up! Good good!" He spoke bringing over two cups a tea as Poro ran over to Y/n, "I talked to Jayce last night."

Jayce...Jayce...

Viktor's lab partner? Oh shit

"Ah. Um. I remember him sir." Y/n nodded walking over to the two sofas and small coffee table where he took a seat Poro jumping in his lap.

"He was looking over your notes and such. He believes that if you team up with him and Viktor, it with revolutionize Hex Tech." He spoke with a cheer in his tone, cup in his hand, "the two wish to have lunch with you today. So you can assit immediately."

...today...after he just.....

"Of course sir." Y/n smiled sipping his tea, "whatever is needed I will help."

Well shit.

#arcane #viktor arcane #arcane viktor x reader #x reader #viktor x reader #viktor x female reader #arcane x female reader #viktor #arcane viktor #arcane fanfic

[romanoffsbish]

Everything Has Changed

AU, MobWives! Wandanat x Reader, MobWives! KateYelena x Reader (Platonic), SecretRivalMob! Carol x Reader (if you squint)

CoffeeShopOwner!Reader / Trust FundBaby!Reader

TW: Smutty vibes, cursing, slightly toxic Wanda/Nat

Masterlist | Chapter 2

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Y/N's POV

I’m lying between my two favorite people, it doesn't feel like it's supposed to—like it used to.

— — —

"Y/N/N, you get the snacks! I'll get the blankets, and Nat can make the drinks." Wanda cheerfully barks out the demands for tonight's movie marathon.

"Aye, aye captain!" I salute her, as I converge on my cabinets for all of our snacks.

After about five minutes, we all gather in my guest bedroom, and begin the preparations for girls night. We had been so busy recently that we hadn't had a chance to hang out, and it was finally a chance for us to unwind together.

"Where's Yelena and Kate? Remind me again why they couldn't be here?!" I question the couple before me.

"What? Are we not enough for you anymore?" Nat questions me back in faux hurt.

"Natty, you know I love you guys, but Lena has my heart. She always makes sure to cuddle me." I reply with a playful pout.

"Come here then." Wanda beams with her arms opened wide for me, and I jump at the opportunity.

Nat chuckles at our interaction, and moves closer to her wife, spooning her, and throwing her arm over the both of us.

"How about now, hmm?" Nat questions.

"Still Yelena, she's my partner in trouble." I giggle out, but nuzzle further into Wanda's grasp.

"Yeah, I know. Kate and I are always tasked with getting the two of you out of said trouble." Nat whines.

"Yeah, yeah. Then Wanda's there to slip us ice creams after you guys scold us. For scary mob bosses you guys really are just hidden softies." I mumble out, finding myself exhausted after my work week, and being lulled to sleep by Wanda's warm embrace and calming scent.

"We might seem like softies, and with you that might even be true, but we could still erase you from existence with the snap of our fingers." Nat is quick to jokingly threat.

I hum in response as I give up on the fight with my exhaustion, the last thing I feel is Wanda placing a gentle kiss to my hairline.

— — —

I woke up, physically, and emotionally exhausted. Realizing that I was in for quite the scolding for falling asleep here last night. Imagine that, I'm in trouble for sleeping in my own guest room. What would've been something the three of us did together easily a year ago, is now grounds for 'punishment.' Everything changed on that fateful night nine months ago, when everything I could dream of came to fruition, but apparently not without consequences.

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I was cleaning up my coffee shop as I heard the bells ding, alerting me to a customer.

"Sorry, we're closed as of five minutes ago, all I have to offer is some pastries." I remark while sweeping, not even sparing the customers a glance, or acknowledging the break in since I had already locked said door.

"Well, what if all we want is you?" I hear the redhead husk out, in a jokingly flirty manner.

"Well, then I'd say give me five minutes, and I'm all yours." I jokingly flirt back

"Careful detka, don't make promises you don't intend to keep." I hear the brunette pipe up.

I laugh out in response, not realizing the seriousness in both of their words, until I look up to meet their predatory stares.

We made our way back to my place, and the car ride there was silent. There was a shift in the normal energy between us, and I felt as if they might've had a bad work day today.

As soon as we entered my loft apartment I made my way to the kitchen, and immediately began to make everyone's desired cocktail of choice.

I made Nat an old fashioned, Wanda her go to—a cosmo, and for me I mixed up a y/f/d.

"Ladies." I greet the women, who've made themselves comfortable on my couch, passing them their drinks.

They hum gratefully in response as they sip on their drinks.

"So, to what do I owe this impromptu visit? Not that I don't appreciate seeing you guys, it's just not often I see you two on a Wednesday evening."

"Well, we're kind of in a bit of a situation love." Wanda begins.

"Oh. Um. Am I in danger? I can call Clive." I joke, but neither women seemed amused.

"No, we'd never risk your life ever!" Nat angrily asserts.

"I know, I was joking. What's wrong?"

"Well, as you know we sold our house, and as we were closing on the new one the deal went south. So, we're kind of in need of a place to stay for a few weeks." Wanda lets out.

I couldn't help but laugh at the problem, they're big bad mob bosses, I thought they upset the wrong person and needed to hide.

I had never considered they'd be struggling with housing seeing as how they're equally as loaded as I am—trustfund, baby!

"That's it?! You guys had me worried. You practically live here every weekend anyways, so you'll just continue to reside here during the week too. Sounds perfect to me. More time with my favorite girls is always welcome."  I reply with a reassuring smile on my face.

Both of them stare at me with shocked eyes, and I become slightly uncomfortable.

"Did you get that on recording?" Nat whispers to Wanda

"No, but I have it stored up here." She whispers back and points to her heart.

They both smirk at me over their drinks, and I realize what I said.

"No! Don't you dare say a word to her." I gasp, now realizing my mistake

"Oh detka, this is the best moment of our lives. Not only are we now roommates with a gorgeous creature such as yourself, but we have the confirmation that we're officially your favorite." Nat laughs out.

"Yelena's gonna kill me." I whimper.

"Shh, we'll protect you." Wanda giggles out, and brings me into her embrace.

— — —

Them moving in was simple, they put their belongings in storage, bringing only their daily needs with them. I was thrilled to have them, but I soon learned that opening my door to them granted them access to so much more.

— — —

"Y/N/N... Come here please?!" Wanda calls out to me from the guest room.

"Coming.." I reply, unaware of how true that statement was about to be.

As I walked into the room, I immediately became aware of what had recently taken place in here. Clothes were scattered across the floor, the bedsheets were a crumpled mess, and I suddenly felt very small.

"Wands?" I croak out in confusion, mistakenly trusting my voice too much.

As Wanda walks out of the connected restroom she's in just a robe, and it's not even on properly. Her collarbone is exposed to me, and I can see the multitude of bruises forming. I was so focused on the woman in front of me, I didn't hear the one behind me shutting and locking the door. Then I felt her wrap a gentle arm around my waist, and felt her hot breath on the back of my neck.

"Liking what you see, darling?" Natasha husks into my ear from behind, causing my body to shiver in response.

"Mhm." I hum in response, not able to articulate a response in fear of a trembling voice.

"Use your words, kotenok." Nat husks, while traveling her arm up to wrap around my throat from behind.

"Gu-uys, what's happening?" I finally stutter out, in complete shock at the change in energy between us three.

"Oh, detka, did you think we'd just forget?" Nat whispers into my ear, placing open mouthed kisses to the back of my neck, while keeping her hand firmly around my throat.

"Forget what?" I choke out.

"That you're all ours." Wanda says as she slowly makes her way across the room towards us.

"Just say the word, and we'll stop now." Nat whispers against my neck.

"No... don't stop." I whimper in response, unable to hide how badly I want this.

With my words, Natasha moves around me swiftly, keeping her grip on my throat, and pushes me into the door behind me, crashing her lips into mine with an incessant need.

Wanda makes quick work of my house shorts as she drops to the ground below us. She slowly trails her fingers through my folds, collecting my arousal, causing me to gasp at the sensation.

Natasha uses that to her advantage, and slips her tongue passed my lips, and begins exploring my mouth. There was no fight for dominance, I was absolute putty in their hands.

Wanda makes an animalistic sound beneath as she placed her fingers into her mouth to get a taste.

"You taste so good kotenok... Lyubov, you gotta try." She growls out, as she stands up, pulling Natasha's face towards hers and linking their lips in a bruising kiss.

I'm stood there panting, in a blissful haze, feeling nothing but content.

"Shit..." Nat growls out as Wanda and her break their kiss.

"We're going to have so much fun with you tonight..." She continues, gripping my throat that much tighter, and abruptly throwing me to the bed.

I quickly found myself flat on my back, with Wanda between my thighs, and my face happily pinned beneath Natasha's dripping heat...

— — —

...I couldn't count the times that I ended up climaxing that night, I just remembered it was an alarming amount at my inability to walk the next morning. Which was something I found out while trying to leave as I was being scolded by Nat for overstaying my welcome. That following night they came home from work, and went about like nothing had occurred, leaving me to think it was a once off.

I do my best to wiggle out from in between them, my efforts proving futile as Wanda's grip on me is tight. It's Saturday, so they are off, as they alternate working weekends with Kate and Yelena.

I am usually off on the weekends too, but my staff have all come to face unforeseen issues in their personal life's requiring time off. So, right now I'm the only one available to run the shop during the day, and I'm in dire need of getting up as it's already 7AM. The shop opens at 10AM on Saturday's, and I am in need of a shower to clean last nights events off of me.

As I finally maneuver my way out of Wanda's grasp, I roll slightly to be met with the already awake Natasha. She seems amused at first, but immediately her face forms into a scowl. I sit myself up, and awkwardly get out of their—my—bed making my way to grab my clothes. No matter how many nights I've spent with them, I'm always uncomfortable if I mistakenly see them the morning after. I rush to put my clothes on, and before I could leave Natasha clears her throat. This being my sign to turn and give her my attention.

"What have we discussed about you staying over? This has become such a reoccurring instance, that I'm starting to think you are getting the wro—."

"Yeah, yeah. I need to stop finding my way into your bed, got it." I interrupt her, genuinely meaning the statement this time.

I'm completely over this newfound dynamic between us. I leave the room in a hurry, but not without missing the look of offense on her face. I'm not a fucking child, and I'm not a pet. This is also my fucking apartment, and I'm fed up with this treatment. I'm—well I used to be—their friend, it seems like that's no longer the case.

We used to watch movies together, and eat take out every weekend. Now I find myself returning home to the woman watching TV in my living room, having eaten a home cooked meal for two. Never finding anything left in the pot for me, I'm apparently not even worth their scraps.

The only greeting I seem to get from them anymore is if we're out of milk, as apparently keeping them hydrated is somehow my problem. I'm lactose intolerant, milk's never been on my list.

I'm also greeted quite frequently in the kitchen on a bad day. I usually find myself bent over a counter, and fucked out within the span on minutes, completely forgetting my previous hunger most times. If not in the kitchen, then sometimes I'll find them snatching me as soon as I walk through the door. It was fun at first, but now it all just hurts.

Sure I'm at fault here too, I stupidly broke rule number one, and that was falling in love.

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