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neteyamssyulang · 4 months
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✶ The Masked Flame ✶
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✶ Pairing: Toxic ex boyfriend Lo’ak x Fem omaticaya reader ✶
✶ Based on my darlings @ lowryv request ✶
✶ Summary: Kiri had managed to drag you to this masked party at the human outpost, what you didn’t expect was for your ex to show up.
✶ Warnings: Toxic Lo’ak, slightly drunk (both), Obsessive Lo’ak, Dom Lo’ak, Sub reader, P in V, Choking, Ass smacking, Creampie, Marking.
✶ Total word count: 1956 ✶
✶ Translation(s): kelku -> home, skxawng -> moron/idiot, kalweyaveng -> Son of a bitch, Alu tsenga nga lu kemwiä yawntutsyìp -> That is where you are wrong darling, Nga lu otkn -> You are mine, klsr tsal -> Say it, Kehe, Oe rilnh kolan kä txal tsonta eywa -> No, I would rather go back to eywa. Yawne -> Beloved.
✶ A/N: I did not expect to write this much but I loved this idea so much! Also I know most masked parties aren’t probably like this but I couldn’t pass it up. Anyways enjoy! <3
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Why did you agree to this? Why were you so naive that you couldn’t even realize it was him at first?
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The day had started off with Kiri coming over to weave some costumes and masks for this party the humans were throwing at the outpost.
“Oh cmon y/n it’ll be fun! Trust me you’ll love it” Kiri said while giving you her best puppy dog eyes Jake had taught her.
She had to practically beg you to go since she didn’t want to go alone and you needed to get out and enjoy yourself again.
Chuckling softly you finally gave in “Alright alright I will go with you.” Your friend squealed and hugged you tightly till you felt like you were about to pass out.
You hadn’t really left your family’s kelku that much ever since you and her brother Lo’ak broke up a week ago, things just weren’t working out between you guys.
Unfortunately while you were starting to move on he couldn’t seem to get over you, he’s the reason why you didn’t want to go out. Whenever you tried he’d always be there, watching, waiting.
The motherfucker was crazy, even though you broke up he kept telling others that you were still together and that you were just being stubborn.
Kiri tried to help get her brother to leave you alone but Lo’ak doesn’t listen to anyone, he’s the clan rebel. Everyone knows how he is and why his relationships don’t last that long, he’s just- ugh.
He never obsessed this much over any of his ex’s so why was he so fucking obsessed with you? It made you angry in a way because now all the males steared clear of you not wanting to anger Lo’ak.
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It took a few hours but the costumes were finished, your costume was a gold beaded top with more bead’s attached to each side loosely, a gold loincloth with beads attached all around the top of it and then falling down the middle, and two gold beaded armbands. Your mask was also gold with small flowers on it and beads falling down the front of it, the humans were nice and let you use it.
For Kiri’s costume she made a red beaded top with feathers in it, a long red loincloth with beads decorated into it, and her mask was what the humans called sequin red with rhinestones covering it.
The party wasn’t going to start for another hour but Kiri had insisted you both get dressed so it won’t take too long and you won’t have to rush anything, unbeknownst to both of you though Lo’ak had also decided to go.
Spider was the one to suggest Lo’ak should go just so he could get his mind off of you and maybe even have a quick fuck, he only agreed so that his friend could shut up about it.
“Cmon bro! There’s plenty of other females who would gladly throw themselves at you, you need to forget about y/n.” Spider sighed looking at his bestfriend who still layed on his bed staring at the ceiling.
Lo’ak groaned annoyed before grabbing the pillow behind his head chucking it at Spider who yelped as it hit him in the face “If it’ll shut your skxawng ass up fine I’ll go.”
Lo’ak had opted to wear a black mask with gold swirls on the sides along with a black loincloth he had sewn himself.
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It was finally time to leave for the party, you and Kiri walked hand in hand dressed beautifully in your costumes towards the outpost.
Nearing it you heard the sounds of human music being played mixed with both human and na’vi shouting and laughing.
Kiri had separated from you sometime as you were trying to make your way through the sea of na’vi towards the refreshments table.
The only drinks were pongu pongu and water, normally you weren’t a big drinker but tonight you decided to eywa with it and downed a cup with the alcohol.
You had maybe 3 or 4 cups before you fell a bit drunk, unfortunately it was also around the time when Lo’ak and spider showed up aswell.
One of the male avatars who’s name was Rowan had come up from behind you startling you as he placed his hand on your shoulder,turning around your met with a very handsome face
“I’m sorry, I just couldn’t help but say that I think you look very beautiful and I was wondering if you’d maybe like to dance?” The male smiled nervously as he removed his hand from you in order to hold it out for you to take.
You were drunk but could still think a bit so you nodded “Sure, I’d love to dance.” You retuned the smile as you took his hand letting him lead you to the dance floor the humans had installed, it had lights that flashed different colors.
Rowan placed your arms around his neck before placing his hands on your waist, the two of you held eye contact as you gently swayed to the music. It was a slow song after all, or atleast it was till you spotted Kiri talking to the DJ with a mischievous grin on her face.
Next thing you know 23 by mike will made it starts playing and everyone is hollering as now these two girls -one na’vi and one human- start dancing on the poles in the middle of the dance floor.
Your eyes widened at the foreign act but quickly you became intrigued, Rowan had now moved behind you placing his hands on your hips while leaving soft kisses along the side of your neck.
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Lo’ak was starting to enjoy this up until he looked over at the dance floor and immediately recognized you. His mouth fell open as he took in your costume but immediately scowled as he saw the other male touching you while leaving kisses on your neck.
He dropped the pongu pongu from his hand and pushed the small human who was giving him a lap dance off of him before walking over towards you.
Lo’ak practically ripped the guy off you punching him in the face then grabbed you by the arm dragging you away from the party and deep into the forest.
You didn’t know what was going on or who was taking you away, all you knew was that you were drunk, horny, and dying for some release.
Deciding you two were enough ways away from the party he shoved you against a tree wrapping one of his hands around your neck while the other held onto your hip.
“How dare you let another man touch what’s mine!” he hissed squeezing your neck a bit. Your ears pinned back against your skull as a soft whine escaped you.
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Who was this man? You didn’t know, you didn’t know what he was talking about. Your gaze went to the ground avoiding the male infront of you.
Lo’ak did not like that, the hand he had on your throat moved to your chin up forcing you to look at him, with his other hand he moved the beads of your mask to the side before smashing his lips against yours.
The kiss was anything but gentle, it was aggressive leaving you breathless trying to pull away much to Lo’aks distaste. You didn’t even notice that he had removed your top and loincloth discarding them off to the side as well as his own loincloth.
Eventually he broke the kiss trailing them to your neck sucking and nipping at it, your small moans filled his ears till he couldn’t stand it anymore. He needed you.
Not giving a shit letting the alcohol get to him Lo’ak picked you up positioning himself at your entrance then slammed you down onto his thick shaft.
A shriek left your lips as you wrapped your arms around his neck clinging onto him, Lo’ak wasted no time and began to pound into up you mercilessly making you scream.
He didn’t care if you were broken up you were still his, you belonged to him no one else. His jealousy and anger fueled his desire to keep taking you roughly hitting all the right spots.
Your orgasm was approaching rapidly, Lo’ak could tell from the way your walls fluttered around his cock with each thrust he delivered into you.
“That’s it..” he cooed pushing deeper inside your aching pussy “Cum for me princess.” Your eyes locked with his and immediately you shook your head no realizing who it was you were with.
Lo’ak chuckled darkly “Oh baby.. you don’t have a choice, your mine, you.will.listen.to.me” Each word was delivered with a particularly harsh thrust coaxing out small cries from you.
You tried to fight off your orgasm but fuck did he feel good inside you, mentally smacking yourself you pushed that thought aside and squirmed in his hold “L-let go of me Lo’ak!”
A growl rumbled through Lo’aks chest as he buried himself to the hilt stilling himself inside of you. “You do not make the rules darling” he hissed baring his fangs then with one of his hands he removed his mask aswell as yours tossing them somewhere.
Narrowing your eyes you brought one of your hands up slapping him across the face “I am not yours anymore you kalweyaveng!”
If Lo’ak wasn’t angry before he sure as hell was now, he pulled away from the tree taking only a few steps before pulling out and literally dropping you onto the mossy ground.
You yelped as your bottom hit the ground but quickly moved to get up, Lo’ak got on his knees pushing you back down onto the ground then flipped you over over onto your stomach.
One of his hands grabbed your wrists pinning them against your back while the other lined himself with your entrance plunging back inside.
He moved the free hand to the back of your neck holding you down as he rutted into you from behind “Alu tsenga nga lu kemwiä yawntutsyìp” he chuckled softly picking up his pace aiming for the spongey part inside of you.
Tears began falling from your eyes as your lost orgasm resurfaced hitting you will full force, your screams filled the area as you came squirting your juices on Lo’aks lower abdomen and thighs.
“Nga lu otkn” he growled “klsr tsal!” he removed the hand on your wrists bringing it down hard against your ass making you yelp.
“Kehe! Oe would kolan kä txal tsonta eywa!” You hissed earning yourself another harsh smack against your ass.
Lo’ak fumed stilling his hips so he could flip you over onto your back without pulling out of you, once that was finished he leaned down placing his head into the crook of your neck inhaling your scent.
Before you got a chance to shove him off of you his merciful pace started back up hitting your sweet spot every single time making you see stars.
You felt him graze his fangs over your neck making you shudder “D-don’t..” , marking was only meant for mates which you and Lo’ak would never be.
Well, again he doesn’t listen for shit. As he neared his climax he delivered one more harsh thrust into you before stilling his hips and sinking his fangs into your neck.
Your eyes rolled back as you came again digging your nails into his back groaning, you felt him spill his thick warm seed into you while he kept you close to him.
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A few moments pass then Lo’ak unlatches from your neck admiring his mark on you, his eyes lock with yours now “Now everyone will know your mine yawne.”
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once-upon-an-imagine · 11 months
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I have a request if I can! Prompt “Comparing hand sizes, then linking fingers together.” with Bill Weasley! Also maybe a good snogging session? 😉 I love the idea of rebel, hard core rock Bill, but being soft with reader! I’m looking forward to “The Closest Thing”, I love Bill!
I love this so much! I'm turning it into a dialogue, love! I hope that's okay 😊 I couldn't think of a longer plot but I hope you like it 😁😁!
Bill jumped a little when he heard the ruckus coming from the kitchen.
"Sweetheart!" he ran over to find you on the floor with a lot of things on top of you. "What happened?"
"N-nothing" you mumbled as he helped you up.
"Were you trying to get something from the top shelf?" he smirked.
"No..." you said, grumpily.
"Love..." he insisted.
"You're the one who keeps putting my favorite cookies all the way up!" you complained.
"Why didn't you ask me to get them down for you" he chuckled, walking over to the cabinet and easily grabbing the cookies for you.
"I didn't need you to do that" you glared at him, stubbornly crossing your arms in front of your chest and not grabbing the cookies.
"Love, you could have hurt yourself" Bill told you as you pouted. "Come on, stop that" he said, offering you his hand with a sweet smile. You slowly untangled your arms and were going to grab the cookies from him but he quickly grabbed your hand in his instead.
“Oh my, would you look at that? That’s adorable” Bill chuckled. 
"Bill!" you glared at him, trying to pull your hand away but he pulled you closer.
“I'm sorry, love" he chuckled, but you are adorable” he said, intertwining his fingers with yours and pulling you closer. “You look adorable when you’re angry” he laughed. 
“Shut up! I am not!” you pouted, still trying to be mad at him. 
“Would you please stop pouting?” Bill said, making you roll your eyes, even angrier. "C'mere, love. I'm sorry" he said, setting down the box of cookies and wrapping his arms around you, giving you a small peck on your pouting lips. "It's not my fault that you are so pretty" he pouted as he started kissing your cheek and then down your neck, finding the spot he always knew got you weak.
"Shut up, Weasley" you said, still not budging, but it was getting hard.
"Oh, it's Weasley now?" he smirked, biting your skin a little, making you let out a small shriek.
"Stop! I'm trying to be mad at you?" you said, placing your hands on his chest but he was still not letting go of you.
"Why?" he pouted, making you let out a small laugh.
"Because you're making fun of me! And you put my cookies on the top shelf where you know I can't reach!"
"Well, did you ever think I put them up there so you would have to come to me and ask me to help you?"
"Why? So you can make fun of me?"
"No" he insisted. "Well, not just that" he added when you glared at him. "I like when you need my help, it makes me feel useful. You do everything around here and I just... maybe... kinda like it when you need me" he told you.
"Ugh, I hate you" you rolled your eyes.
"What? What did I do now?"
"You always do that! You make me mad and then you say something sweet and I can't be mad at you anymore!" you complained, leaning into him again.
"I know, that's my specialty" he smirked, proudly, leaning down to kiss you again. "I love you" he smiled.
"You're lucky I love you too" you said, kissing him again.
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nonhumanhottie · 8 months
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Rebels season 4 rewatch
Famly reunion - and farewell
oh i am about to get fucked up i know it
Hera listening to Ezra talking to his parents and being proud of her boy
Pryce being absolutely disgusted by Kallus's defection is so iconic
Ezra whistling for his pet wolf to eat up Pryce lmao
ugh Ezra already has hos backup plan ready
Look at Kallus in his little imperial desguise and neat hair
Hondo is perfect please please let him be in the ahsoka show
Thrawn really called Pryce a dumb bitch lmao
Ryder's fucking Yularen accent I'm screaming
Thrawn really thinks he's doing something by waxing poetic to a teenager
Hera can't lose Ezra too oh my god she'll do anything to protect him
Sabine letting Ezra go!!
The old temple guard mask in Thrawn's office... that Kanan also wore when he was blinded... interesting
It's clever of Palps to know Ezra is too young to know what he used to look like
Mart confirming Ezra's vision--ezra is such a brave boy!
Love how Kallus is still strictly on last name basis with the gang
Again Rebels incoperation of Palps just blows the rise of skywalker out of the water lmaooo
for real though how did they move the temple
Mira calling Ezra the way Beru does to Luke messes me up
Zeb is truly an agent of chaos--so much so that it even makes Gregor shook
Ezra breaks my fucking heart he is so strong and so loving what a hero
the hologram of palps flashing from Sheev to the emperor ugh inspired iconic
the way the specres aren't afraid to talk mad shit to thrawn lmao
Hondo is such a softie i live for him
Gregor getting to fight for a cause he chose!! shut up!
Pellaeon!! Purrgil!! Oh baby!!
literally cannot stop grinning
the many arms the cold embrace oh thrawn you are fucked
I wonder if Ezra and Thrawn became besties in their many years together
ezra noooo you brave boy Hera is absolutely aghast
god Ezra i can't wait to see you again
i do like how this shows the empire doesn't take back lothal and their resolve is already cracking it lays a nice path for what we see in the original trilogy
okay but Mart trying to see behind Kallus and Zeb made me laugh
Lothal looks like the emerald city lmao
'the emperor's rein of terror came to an end' oh bitch oh bITCH
the homoerotic act of bringing your former enemy and now bestie to your new homeworld
Jacen fuck the haters I love your hair and I like to imagine he, poe dameron and ben solo were all besties who argued which parent was the best pilot
oh you btiches i cannot wait to see you in he Ahsoka show
this is the best star wars media and you cannot convince me otherwise
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pairing: deadlock cole cassidy x asian male reader (platonic)
req: no | wc: 4.39k
summary: After Overwatch's sting operation in the Southwest gang of the Deadlock Rebels catches one of their head members, someone has to interrogate him. Only so many people are up to the task, however.
warnings: swearing, the use of cole's previous name
a/n: no romance, just thought it'd be fun. reader is asian, raised in latinamerica.
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"Ugh!" An Overwatch employee groaned. He couldn't crack this guy. The very same one smiles at him from the other side of the table. He was like a mosquito, and he hated mosquitos. Each question, each swat or attempted clap, resulted in a jab, a miss or successful bite. It never helped that mosquitos were prominent in his home nation. He figured that, once he moved into the well-kept American Overwatch Headquarters, he would never have to deal with one again.
"Oh, getting tired of me already?"
Boy, was he wrong.
He stands from the table, gripping onto his clipboard and pen angrily with one hand. His other hand was free and he tried his best not throw him a rude gesture, knowing that it would only make him smugger and maybe get him into a little bit of trouble.
The cowboy watches, smile never waning, as the employee leaves the room. Once the door clicks shut behind him and he sets foot on the clean white tiles and cool, air conditioned air of the outside, he lets out his rage. He seethes, grasping at his clipboard and practically pulling it apart. He eyes the vase nearby—no. No, he wasn't going to break it. It was probably worth an entire year's salary.
A door down the hall opens. Out of it, peaks a head and, oh shit, it was him, the genius of the American HQ.
He whistles, "Having trouble, Daniel?"
He's got a small smile on his face. "Oh, no, I'm having the time of my life, boss." He rolls his eyes, though they quickly roll back in place. Fuck. Fuck, he should've given that cowboy the finger. He was getting in trouble anyway. He bows his head quick, "Sorry, boss. Didn't mean it."
"No, no, it's quite alright." He offers a chuckle, "Though, I do recall you said you could handle it."
He did say that, didn't he? "I..." Daniel sighs, "I was wrong."
"Don't sweat over it. Piece of advice, you should leave the big bad guys to the experienced guys like me." So those were the BBG's? "That guy's one of the founders, you know?"
"Oh." He was? No fucking wonder.
"Tell you what, you can watch me work." What was so fun about doing paperwork? "I'll crack the guy, today, I promise you."
Oh, that kind of work. That, that was actually a good idea—a great one, in fact. A great learning experience too, he was sure of it. "It would be much appreciated, sir."
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When a new questioner walks into the room without a word, Jesse is puzzled, to say the least. They settled in just as silently, fixing their clipboard, new and free from the previous man's furious scrambling, to be just right atop the table. Their carton coffee cup was placed on their non-dominant hand's reach so they may sip and write at the same time. They write a single thing on the paper, and he notices the ink doesn't smudge, it was certainly a pen better than the previous man's.
Finally, you speak. "Good afternoon." Yet a greeting is all you offer.
Jesse purses his lips. You seemed like a tough nut to crack. "Good afternoon." He replies politely.
"You worked with…ah, what did they call them?"
He stared at you, his eyes narrowed and an eyebrow raised. Clearly, he was unimpressed by your technique. There was no way you didn't know his gang's name, especially after the wreckage that went down and got him arrested.
He didn't recognize your face though. You hummed to yourself, scratching at your beard as though it were a magic eight ball that would be able to give you an answer. "Right," You snap your fingers, "the Deadlock Gang."
"What brings you in today?"
Oh, he doesn't know. Perhaps it was the Southwest Gangs that were putting strain around his apartment block? Or the lack of pie ingredients his favorite diner was in need of. Was it to put in a complaint about the weather? Surely the American government controlled it–
He stared at you plainly in return, keeping his growing disinterest hidden.
"Right, it's probably the sting."
Jesse doesn't allow his face to show emotion, yet it does anyway. In the span of a quick second, his eyebrows raise and lower. A sting?
"Yes, yes, the sting." You mutter deliberately loud to "yourself". "I think that guy is still there. Or maybe they replaced him for a new one?"
Your method of cracking a person, it was through annoyance. He could tell, especially because it was his favorite technique and also the one he'd used on that last guy, the amateur—but it was also the sort of thing he could easily ignore by staying silent. That wasn't McCree's style though.
He chuckles to himself, "I knew I couldn't trust all those guys."
"What was your boss's name? Ashe?"
He almost speaks up. Almost. Ashe wasn't the boss, he and her had equal authority. Although, now that he was captured, she was the only one left to command... unless he was able to get out here. Jesse believed himself to be on the optimistic side. He came up with most of the ideas and Ashe evaluated them, along with that robot butler of hers; although, most of his ideas were shut down. Anyway, what mattered was she wasn't the boss of him. You were just digging for a way under his skin.
That was true, but he couldn't say that. "Sure I did. The new guys offered new conversation. They kept the place lively."
"She liked the firepower, the men, the army. The Deadlock Gang was steadily growing and it certainly didn't sneak under Overwatch's nose." You raise a finger in his direction, "You didn't like that, did you?"
"Especially because you were dealing with so much death?"
Growth was only steady because death lingered around each corner. The death of his men, his friends, his family, haunted his dreams. Jesse didn't want to reminded of it. "I don't know what you're talking about."
You click your tongue against the roof of your mouth. The sound, "tsk", comes clear. He would crack you, soon, the same way you wanted to crack him.
"Tell you what—let's play a game of cards." You pull the deck seemingly out of thin air. It's free of its case already, loose from its shoddy refuge in your pocket.
"What kind of game?" Would it be poker? He fancied himself good at that.
"Dos mayor." You reply.
His Spanish was rusty (or nonexistent). What was that? Two major? Two oldest? Two most powerful? No, that was silly. Bountiful?
"Do you know how to play it?"
He was already fucking up with the name's translation, so clearly not. "No." He replies, truthfully.
"Okay. I'll explain some of the basics." You rifle through the deck for a card–it doesn't take long to find–and show it to him: two of spades. "This is the highest card. Heart, club, and diamond follow." He nods his head, he was familiar with it. The next card you pull out of the deck is a joker, "We don't play with these," You throw the first one, red, off to the side, the black one soon follows. "and, if you have any amount of cards that are the same number or letter, you can throw them together. You think that's enough to play?"
Jesse's eyebrows furrow, "I mean, is there more?"
You shrug, "Yeah. Don't seem all that necessary."
"You're missing many things here." He was in disbelief because of how much you weren't telling him. "Like, objective? Are there rounds or something? If so, how do I win a round?"
"Well, yes, there are rounds. Unlimited amount. Usually you play with four players. Each round is won when each player except for the last one who played a card passes, and–"
"Wait, wait, hold on." He pushes his hands outward, palms first, fingers splayed. "How are we gonna play with two?"
"I deal four hands, thirteen cards each. I choose one, you choose one. We play one game with those two hands. The next game, we play with the remaining two hands. Easy." He nods along, a go ahead. "Anyway, the goal of the entire game is to end up spending all your cards."
He takes a deep breath, takes the information in. Makes sense. "Okay."
"That good enough for you?" You raise a brow.
"Perfectly." He breathes again, to steady himself. Then he remembers, "What're we betting?"
You offer him a single, amused chuckle. "No stakes, no prizes, just a friendly game of cards between two friendly people—right?"
"No," He inclines his head forward, staring at you as if you were out of your mind. "without a prize, what are we playing for?"
"The satisfaction of a victory." You reply plainly.
He couldn't deny, the feeling was good. He'd felt it many times before. But it was "Not enough."
"What could you possibly want?" The question is rhetorical. You don't give him time to answer before you continue with a laugh, "I mean, I know what you want. But listen, doll," His eyebrows furrow. "I can't wipe away your crimes simply because you won a game of cards, same as the way I can't the wipe the blood off your name and hands."
He huffs out in disbelief–or at least that's what he thinks–and says, "And who says I feel guilty about it?"
You're expecting that sort of answer–that outburst–from him. You lean back in your chair, one hand still holding the deck and the other placed relaxed on the table. "Certainly not me."
He moves on from the topic. "Then I'll give you something. I'll answer a question."
Your eyebrows raise, quick but pleased. You lean forward again, attentive now, "Any?"
The fire in his eyes burns. It was a simple game, and he was good at games. "Yes. Or, well, it depends on what you give me."
"What do you want?" He's about to answer when you clarify. "Nothing big, nothing you know I can't grant."
"I don't know what you can grant. I don't know your stature within Overwatch. Well, I do know it can't be anything drastic." He scoffs, "I mean, the big guys are posted up in Switzerland, right?"
"Yeah," You nod, "you'd be right."
Just a friendly game of cards. The satisfaction of a victory. "I could go for a coffee."
You raise a brow. When he doesn't back down, you chuckle and lean, once again, back against your chair. "Okay." You agree.
Jesse watches as you deal the cards. He was never a good dealer, he was more a player. But this, you? You put shame to his gangmates, to his skilled dealers. You moved your hands expertly, shuffling using techniques he'd never seen before. They were flashy, that was for sure, and he could think of many ways that you could smuggle in some cheating here and there—but you promised a friendly game, and you were one of those clean Overwatch agents. Something in him was sure you weren't going to cheat.
Once the hands are dealt, you immediately take the one on your right towards you. He, unlike you, chooses his a little more carefully; though the only care he puts into it is to choose the hand diagonal to the one you chose, the one to his left.
Whichever hand is on which side doesn't matter anymore, as the rest of them are pushed away to clear the center of the table.
Without a word, you begin to organize your hand. He follows suit.
The silence in the room is only cut by the shuffling of cards. He breaks it, though, to begin light conversation, "Pardon me for askin'," He clears his throat, "but why did you call it "Dos Mayor"? I mean you, yer clearly not Hispanic." Being from Texas, he had an idea of Hispanic men. A lot of his peers were Hispanic as well. That's how he knew a little bit of Spanish. He didn't want to group Hispanic folk together, certainly not, but they all looked... well, not Asian.
"What you really mean is why is an Asian man speaking Spanish?" You raise an eyebrow, leaning forward a little to really look at him.
Jesse shuffles in his seat, clearing his throat yet again. The thick air surrounding him is awkward. He didn't mean to judge.
The settling shame of his question is broken by your loud laughter. "I'm just kidding. Really, I get this a lot."
He doesn't look up from his cards when he replies, "Doesn't make it any more righteous."
"You're right, but you're not as brazen as most." You punctuate the word with the wide movement of your hand. He nods curtly. "Well, how about I present to you my life story? I'm an Asian man, yes, but I wasn't born in Asia, nor was I raised much with its culture. Instead, I grew around my environment. I loved my country and I loved its culture. Perhaps I should've never left for America." You shake the thought off. "Anyway, regardless of my lack of Asian culture, Asian folk at my elementary school practically adopted me. They were particularly fans of Dos Mayor. I learned by watching them play. It was our biggest bond."
"That's nice." He doesn't know what to say, but he means those words. If he could convey the warmth of your story in his heart to you, he would.
By time he looks up from his hand, you have yours spread out like a fan so as to see only the important bits of each card. His own were haphazardly spread across his hand; and even though you had the same amount–thirteen and thirteen–his hand was much wider and yours was shorter and neat. Your face didn't give any clue as to whether you were pleased with your hand or not.
His mouth is slightly and dumbly open, not that he notices. He seemed shoddy compared to you. "...how do we start?"
"Usually the three of diamonds would start, but I don't have a three." He kept that in mind. "How about you? What's your lowest card?"
"Four." He says. "Four of diamonds."
"Go ahead and throw it."
Jesse does as you say, picking out the pair of fours in his hand. He raises them from the rest, but before he can throw them onto the table, you stop him. "Wait. Before we start, what's your name?"
He was stupid. He hadn't even told you his name. Neither had you, actually. "Jesse McCree."
His name was plastered on every wall in the Southwest in the form of a bounty poster. Accompanied with the name, came a digital image of his face, a mugshot from his earlier days. He had begun to grow a beard since then, and his hair had gotten shaggier and the brown warmed even more, but those details had also been added digitally. He was surprised you didn't recognize him.
You nodded your head with a hum. Before he can ask you for your name, you ask him another question. "And how many cards do you have in hand?"
"Thirteen." He replies, the confusion clear on his face. Surely you knew that?
"Okay." You reply, small satisfied smile upon your lips.
"What's your name?"
"(y/n)." The smile on your lips grows a tiny bit wider.
He shakes off the weird, miniscule details of your face and your questions, and throws down his pair of fours. Neither of them was the highest, the spade, so you could very well top that with a second pair of fours.
You click your tongue, your smile beings to show your teeth, and throw down a pair of K's, both of them the darn highest.
"Kay?!" He exclaims. "Two kings, for a–two damn fours?"
"Sorry, Jess," You allow yourself a laugh, "it's the lowest I had."
"Lowest I had." He mutters to himself in a mocking tone, a gesture which grants him another laugh. "Sorry my ass."
He rolls his eyes as you continue. The momentary obstruction of vision hides the quick movement of your hands as you throw your cards, beginning a new round. At the sound of the thin cardboard landing on the table, he looks. His eyebrows raise within a millimeter of his hairline, "What the fuck is that?"
You laugh as Jesse protests. "No, no, now hold on, what the fuck is that?" You don't answer. "Come on, man, tell me! What am I even supposed to do?"
"It's a fullhouse." The way you say it, quick and together as though they were the same word and ache pronounced with the back of your throat in a Spanish accent, strikes him weird. Nevermind the pronunciation, anyway. "Let me explain to you combos."
"Combos?"
"I'll say them in order of...power. Escalerita, staircase I guess, is five cards in order of power. Say, two, three, four, five, six. Their symbols don't matter. Colorin... Colorful? I don't know. It's five cards of the same symbol. Fullhouse, full house, is three cards of the same number or letter and a pair. A variant, I suppose, is simply a triple without a pair, you'd call that a triple. Bomba, or bomb, is four cards of the same letter or number with a single card of choosing. The simple version is the same thing without the single card, but you'd call it a bomb regardless."
Jesse huffs, "Alright." He knew you'd deliberately left out combos out of your initial explanation to pull that sort of crap on him. He stares down at his hand. At the sight of a combo, an escalerita, he has to make sure his poker face–regardless of the game not being poker–is straight. Nine through king, eight if he wanted to use it but it was already a pair.
"So you pass?"
"Of course I pass, damnit."
You chuckle and play the five of spades. Alright, he could do that. He played a six, six of hearts. Next, you throw the nine of spades.
You raise a doubtful eyebrow. "You're kidding me, right?"
Jesse sighs. You were already down to four cards and he was on ten! He had to get this combo out. He also had to distract you. "What makes you even think I'm guilty?"
He raises his hands, fingers turned outward on either side, and shrugs. "Serious."
"Because," You begin, leaning forward on your elbows, "Jesse McCree, we can link you to over a thousand crimes by name alone."
He glances down, just for a moment, and manages to catch sight of two of your cards. Two of diamonds, and ace of spades, the ace. He looks down at his own highest cards, two of clubs and a king which belonged to the escalerita. The next two piles will hold two two's and three aces. "Right."
With that exchange, Jesse throws down his two of clubs, confident that your two is lower than his. He'll get to throw his escalerita this next round.
Unbeknownst to him, however, you had more than one two. You throw it down, the two of spades.
Jesse groans. The poker face wasn't even going to matter now. What was he going to do, now that his highest card was part of a combo he so desperately needed? The answer, apparently was nothing as the next two rounds fly by and he doesn't, or he's unable to, throw anything.
A pair, the two highest aces, begins the next round. Jesse gives an annoyed "go ahead" gesture because this next card is your last. It was a two, another damn two; the two of diamonds.
"Fuck!" He shouts unceremoniously, angrily throwing down his remaining cards. They were nine in total. He hides his face in his hands.
"I don't blame you." You say, pushing the pile of discarded cards aside. "I had a great hand, the upper hand. A triple, two two's, two aces. Plus, I've played this game much more. You'll love that lucky moment when you win while your opponents only used one card each, all three of them."
He sighs into his hands, "Yeah."
The next games are all won, expertly, by you. Jesse calls it a problem of luck. Lady Luck, or Fortune, didn't seem to favor him today. She wasn't favoring him lately, as though the latest period of his life was shadowed from her gaze. For one, the Rebels were ambushed by Overwatch, he was captured, and he had been jailed for a week. And now he was losing, losing terribly.
He kept up his promise in answering questions, though, and he was actually being honest. The first couple ones were still odd. The ones following became even more serious.
"Do you like Bob?"
"The robot?"
"Yeah."
"Yeah."
"Have you seen your parents since joining the Deadlock Rebels?"
"No."
The latest one stops him in his mental tracks. "What is your real name?"
"What?" He asks without a thought, in disbelief. He covers it quickly with a scoff, "Jesse is my real name."
"Do you expect me to believe that?" You chuckle, "You haven't exactly hidden your name since the very beginning of your rise to infamy. 'Sides, doesn't "Jesse McCree" just seem like the perfect name for a cowboy?"
Oh, so you agreed with him. That was why he chose it. "I don't mind if you lie." You continue, "Perhaps your name is a tricky subject. I'll take your answer in good faith. I'll trust you."
He hadn't cracked you, neither had you cracked him. If he answered this truthfully, you'd be getting to him. He didn't exactly want to reveal himself entirely to Overwatch. Yet... you were someone trustworthy. You were just one of them, one of their agents, but he trusted you. You had treated him well so far.
"I..." He takes a deep breath to psyche himself up. "My name is Cole."
"Nice to meet you, Cole." You smile at him. It reaches your eyes, crinkles their edges. It lifts your face with a joy he can't quite describe.
"I–" He doesn't expect this type of reaction. "I ain't telling ya my last name. I don't want ya tracking down my parents."
"I understand that, Cole. Thank you."
He nods.
The next game begins with his play, and oh boy, it begins spectacularly. He had the three of diamonds, but he also had two other three's and a pair to accompany them. He throws it down, full house, baby!
His ecstasy quiets when you shut him down with your own full house with a triple six. Still, he considers his play good. He made a dent in his hand.
He passes and you continue with the remaining three. The game continues somewhat normally. He throws a card, you throw one higher, so on, so forth. It seems there are no combos remaining in this game. You're down to four cards, and he's down to three.
You throw an ace to his queen, the ace. Your face remains as normal, with a passive smile, but he can see something in your eyes. Confidence. You were confident that you would win the round.
But no, nuh-uh, Cole wasn't going to let that happen. He throws down the two of diamonds, the highest card, he knows. You threw the rest of them last game.
Then, triumphantly, he raises his remaining cards high in the air and throws them down. A pair, and he was done.
Instead of groaning, just as he had, or throwing the rest of your cards on the pile like a sore loser, or even stomping your foot on the ground, you smile. It's genuine and it shines upon your face.
He doesn't let that bother him. Instead, he snatches your coffee cup off your side of the table and takes a triumphant sip.
Ah! The sweet, sweet taste of victory and coffee, bitter as it is instant and cheap for the office. He doesn't even know if a slice of his favorite pie would top this sweetness right now.
The man–barely a man, still more of a boy–before you was finally revealed to you. On one hand, he was a youth, thriving on attention and victory. On the other, he was the face of a Southwest gang, a rebel in every way.
That was how he wanted to look like. He was different from others, a tough cookie. He kept his hair long, obstructing his face. He was letting his beard grow out. He wore a thick leather jacket, weird in the way that one sleeve was long and the other cut short. It left you wonder what caused it. His cowboy hat would've been worn so that it drew shadows over his eyes. He wore rough, fingerless gloves, and his belt buckle was gold with the shape of a skull.
He wanted to seem strong. He was cool and collected, but that was only when he had the upper hand. Once he didn't, he behaved just as he was, a pissy teenager. He'd grow bolder, angrier, reckless. This was Cole.
When moments came by that "having the upper hand" wasn't a matter of importance, he behaved as he was, because you'd already cracked him. It wasn't because of his name, as he thought. You had given him everything necessary for him to trust you, and that, he had.
He loved his parents, he loved the Southwest. He wanted to keep it all safe, safe from Overwatch and the American government. Something had clouded his view, made him believe that both of those were just nosy, horrible authority. In the way that he cared for these people, you saw that he had a heart.
His victory celebration is interrupted by you speaking up, "Well done, Cole."
Cole tries to come up with something, a witty remark. He can't find it within him, which he finds weird, but he's still running on the high of victory. It doesn't deter him. "Thank you."
"You know, you can still do the right thing."
That makes him perk up. He narrows his eyes at you, "What do you mean?"
"Join us." You smile, "Join Overwatch."
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(A Rebels/Princess Bride AU)
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Bonk.
Bonk.
Bonk.
It was the third day.
Three days they'd been locked in this hold without a feasible escape route. Three days were lost, and the trail was growing colder by the second.
Sabine stopped knocking her head against the wall and squeezed her eyes shut, alternately flexing and clenching her idle hands as she attempted some deep breathing.
But it wasn’t long before she abandoned the effort. She opened her eyes again and snuck a glance at Ahsoka. The former-Jedi-but-still-mostly-a-Jedi was, as usual, irritatingly calm.
In fact, Ahsoka hadn't been concerned - at all - about how or when they were getting out of there.
"Patience," she'd advised. "Something is coming. Just wait."
But Sabine didn't want to wait. She'd done enough waiting. Ten years worth.
And just when she'd thought they were finally getting somewhere and that they finally, maybe had a great lead...
...pirates.
In all of her years abroad, Sabine had never been bested by pirates. Up until that point, she and Ahsoka had had no trouble at all either peacefully or aggressively negotiating with whomever or whatever stood in their way.
They were a very convincing team. A Jedi and a Mandalorian.
Well, ok. A former-Jedi and a Mandalorian. Whatever.
Anyway, waiting in the cell was mentally torturing Sabine. Though they were being treated quite well for prisoners, they still didn't know why they were being held there at all. Whenever they'd inquired after the captain, the crew just shrugged.
The waiting and the not-knowing. It was all-too familiar.
And Sabine was not keen on feeling those feelings all over again. Not when things were finally starting to happen. Not when the end had seemed so close.
"Ugh!" She grunted in frustration as she rose to her feet, her cellmate either oblivious or unsympathetic to her plight. Much like she did aboard their own ship, Ahsoka had spent most of their time in this brig meditating.
Sabine took to pacing. Their weapons - including their lightsabers - had been confiscated when they were captured, but she decided that going through the forms anyway might help her pass the time. To focus and calm down.
Which is what she was doing when the sound of bootsteps clanked down the stairs and into the lower level.
Sabine froze in a Form III stance, alert and listening to the footfalls.
They were new to her. Based on the weight and the cadence, Sabine assumed that the person was male. Probably human. And that it must be the captain since he was the only person they hadn't met yet.
As he moved through the shadows of the brig, she watched him intently. He approached the cell, and, by rote, Sabine flicked the switch on her imaginary lightsaber and stood. Silently, they faced each other.
Illuminated by the ray shield, Sabine observed that he was dressed all in black. A few pieces of leg armor, a shoulder pauldron, wrist comm, gloves. And, to her surprise, a helmet. A Mandalorian helmet. Painted black. His hands rested on the belt of his holster as he studied her in return.
She was glad she had her helmet on, too.
"Do you know who I am?" he asked her in a deeply modulated voice.
"No," she replied sharply in her own modulated voice. "Should I?"
The man sighed. "No. Not necessarily.” Sabine thought he sounded disappointed.
"In that case," the Man in Black continued, "you should know that I am the Dread Pirate Roger, and I am the captain and leader of this crew. You are aboard my ship, the Justice." He bowed with a flourish.
Sabine folded her arms and sunk into her hip, glaring at him from behind her visor. Pirates did not impress her in the least, especially ones who were interfering with her mission and her life.
"Greeaat," she drawled out to the captain. "Well, is there any chance you're going to be returning us to our ship soon? Because we're actually in the middle of a job."
"Oh? What job?" he asked, sounding curious. “What kind of a job would bring a Jedi and a Mandalorian alllll the way out to the Unknown Regions?”
"None of your business, captain," she replied coolly.
"Make it my business, mando," he said, just as icily. "You know, you are my prisoner here. I could make things a lot worse for you."
Inside of her helmet, Sabine clenched her jaw. "Retrieval," she ground out unhappily.
"Ah," said the man, "And what are we retrieving?"
"We are not retrieving anything," she said. "I am looking for something...someone...that I...lost...a long time ago."
His helmeted head cocked to the side as he crossed his arms, as if she'd piqued his curiosity even further.
"Interesting," he said. "Who'd you lose in Unknown Regions?”
“No one of consequence to you,” she replied.
The pirate pressed further. “A long time ago, you said? How long?"
"Too long.”
"I see," said the Man in Black, nodding as if he understood more than the vague answers she was giving him. "Well, if this person was so important to you, why’d you wait so long? Too busy? Did you forget all about this person while you moved on with your life? And why search for them now, hmm? After all this time? Bored with no more wars to fight? Couldn’t make it as a bounty hunter?”
Sabine extended her arms down to her sides, making fists that she desperately wanted to use on the obnoxious, nosy captain.
"Don't mock me. You have no idea what you’re talking about. Who I lost was supposed to come back to me," she growled. "I waited. I did everything I was supposed to do, everything that I promised to do, and I gave up everything else. And still…They. Didn't. Come. Back." With every punctuated word, Sabine advanced towards the shield that separated them. "And I need to know why. Captain."
Neither one of them moved. Sabine swallowed thickly as her fury subsided. "Not that that is any of your business...so...I'd appreciate it...if you'd just let us be on our way."
Matching her quiet tone, the captain asked her, "What will you do when you find them?"
"I don't know yet," said Sabine honestly, a cold, hard edge in her voice. The Man in Black exhaled slowly and stepped away from her even though she was still safely on the other side of the shield.
"Then I'd like to propose a trade," he said. "Because the reason I came down here today was to tell you that I need your help."
"I don't help pirate scum," she retorted. "Just let us go."
The pirate tsk’d and shook his head. "At least hear me out before you decide," he admonished her, and she folded her arms again. "Like I said, I'm offering you a trade. You help me with our next mission, and I'll help you find what you're looking for."
"Why would I want your help?" asked Sabine. "We're doing just fine."
He scoffed. "Oh yeah? Just fine, huh? From behind my ray shield there?" She tightened her fists but offered him stony silence. "You need me, Mando. You need me because I know quite a bit about this part of space. More than you do, at least. And my name and my crew carry a lot of weight out here. We have connections that you could benefit from. And besides," he said and she could almost hear him smirking under his helmet, "could be fun."
Behind her visor she rolled her eyes in a big way, like she hadn't done in literal years, but the offer he presented was enticing. Agreeing to the mission might give them an opportunity to escape, especially if the captain wasn't true to his word about helping them. She'd just have to see how things developed.
"Fine. You have a deal. We'll help each other. What's the job?" she asked.
"Oh, just another one of your classic blunders. Some kind of land war. Should just take another rotation to get there. I'll tell you more about it then," he said and she wondered if he winked behind his visor.
Sabine took a deep breath and resisted the urge to roll her eyes again since he couldn't see it anyway. "Right," said Sabine irritably. "You know, why don't you let us out of here then, captain? Since we're going to be working together and all?"
The Man in Black, Captain Roger, chuckled as he turned to leave. "A Jedi and a Mandalorian? On my ship? Oh, no. No, I don't think so. I might be a pirate, but I'm not an idiot."
Sabine huffed. "Well, then at least show me your face. We need to trust each other, and people wearing helmets can't be trusted."
Slowly he turned back around to face her, and he considered this for a longer moment than she expected. "You first, Mando," he said finally, and she was struck by how solemn he seemed all of a sudden.
Sabine sighed heavily, hating how much ground she'd already given in this brief conversation. Reaching up, she pulled her helmet off and shook out her short hair.
"There. Happy?" she said, and the man didn't respond. Captain Roger was frozen on the spot, and it might've just been the respirator or the speaker in his helmet, but Sabine could've sworn that he gasped. She smirked. "Oh, and by the way, stop calling me Mando. It's Sabine. My name is Sabine."
Without a word, Roger turned on his heel to leave. "Hey!" Sabine called after him. "Hey, show me your face, coward!"
He paused as he reached the base of the stairs, looking back over his shoulder at her. "I can't do that," he said, and the way he said it sent shivers down her spine, recalling another time and place she'd heard those same words.
As he took the stairs, she noticed writing at the base of his helmet in a language she didn't recognize. And on his hip, next to a very similar looking weapon, was her lightsaber.
"Argh!" she exclaimed, kicking at the base of the bunk.
Behind her, Ahsoka smiled.
"Inconceivable," she whispered.
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Yandere Kaeya Alberich
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The chirps of birds rang through the air as they sang to one another with no intentions of stopping. People bristled with life, chatter leaving the mouths of each and every one of them as they strolled with one another. Peaceful - that is what the city of Fontaine was at that exact moment.
Peaceful.
However, the fight happening within the walls of a certain home was anything but peaceful.
"Mondstadt? Why, in all of Teyvat, would you want to go there?" The booming voice of your father caused many servants within your home to flinch.
"It's the city of freedom, father! There's so much to do, why wouldn't I want to go there?"
Freedom, that's a feeling you know you've never had the pleasure of truly experiencing. Being the heir to your father's business meant that freedom was something you lacked completely. The only 'freedom' you're allowed to have is a 10-15 minute walk around your home, nothing more. 
"There's so much to do here in Fontaine as well!" 
"Oh? Like those things you barely allow me to do because you're too busy hiring tutor upon tutor to teach me about how to take over a business only you care about in this family?!"
"EXCUSE ME?!" Oh no, now you've gone and done it. "Y/N L/N, DON'T YOU EVER SPEAK LIKE THAT TO YOUR FATHER!"
"YOU LET GABRIEL EXPLORE THE WHOLE OF TEYVAT!" 
"GABRIEL IS NOT THE HEIR TO THE BUSINESS, IS HE?!" With a large intake of breath, the older man continued. "Look, Y/N, there is no point in going to a city with an archon that does not even care for his citizens."
"It's because he has a vision, isn't it?" 
"What? What do you mean?"
"You let Gabriel do what he wants because of that stupid thing he carries around that allows him to control one of the elements!" Envy coursed through your veins, infecting your blood like a disease ready to strike down whoever it deemed fit. "I don't get it! I can defend myself just as well as him! I don't need a vision to prove my worth!"
"YOU ARE NOT GOING AND THAT IS FINAL!" 
"But-!"
"NO! NOW GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!" 
With a frustrated growl, you left the room in a state of agitation.
It wasn't fair! How come your brother was allowed to explore the world and not you?! Just because those stupid archons gifted him a stupid vision! Ugh, everything was so stupid!
How did they notice him when you were the one who claimed to want adventure your whole life! That kid barely even spoke! Archons can be so blind sometimes! 
"My lady, are you-?"
Slamming the doors to your room shut, you grit your teeth. All you could think about was the anger you felt.
You had to rebel. You needed to. You can't afford to have your freedom stripped away from you like this. You would never get it back otherwise.
You needed to go to Mondstadt - with or without your father's permission.
"My lady?" The light knocking on your door came as a surprise to you. "Are you alright."
"I'm fine, Ezetheus, I'm fine." With a small intake of breath, you carried on speaking. "Thank you for asking though."
"Well, any decent person would have asked."
"Most people I've met aren't decent at all." You ended the conversation with a small scoff, still bitter due to your argument with your father.
The Lord of the house huffed - he couldn't believe it, his daughter had never once raised her voice at him like that. He doesn't know what spurred on this sudden rebellion, he was so sure that he got rid of any sort of negative influence in your life so who on earth taught you how to do that? 
"That ungrateful little brat." He growled out, frightening one of the servants laying out food before him. "First, she lashes out at me. Now, she doesn't even bother showing up to breakfast."
"With all due respect, my lord, she has spent her whole life tending to your needs. It is a little unfair that her own get neglected." His personal Knight, Adelaide, spoke up from behind him. 
"Life is unfair, Adelaide, she will have to deal with it." 
"You're as stubborn as your wife was, my lord." 
The statement made Raymond go silent, his throat constricting as he reminisced memories he once shared with his beloved wife. Times were different back then, it was a lot more peaceful.
"MY LORD!" In bursted Sir Ezetheus, the Knight assigned to you, to mess up the lord's train of thought.
"What is it?" 
"My-my lady." He panted.
"Well? Out with it boy!"
"She has set course to Mondstadt!" The Knight handed him a note. "Here, this is what she wrote."
Dear father,
I've set off to the city of freedom! Yes, that's right, I have directly disobeyed your orders! This feels so thrilling! I never thought I would find the courage in me to do something like this but here I am! Don't worry about me father, I'll try to talk to the owner of the famous wine brewery in Mondstadt and see if I can strike a deal with him for our business! I will be back soon!
Sincerely,
Your rebellious daughter!
The room's temperature seemed to drop as everyone zeroed in on the head of the house, seemingly waiting for something. And pay off their wait did, for the next second - the father to two children screamed out the name of his eldest.
"THAT GIRL IS SO...!"
"Reckless!" You exclaimed. "I'm so reckless! Why did I decide to do this again?! Because of a stupid dream?! Oh, Y/N, where did all of your rationality go?!"
Something pricked you from the side. "OW! How can a leaf be that prickly?!"  
With a huff, you tugged on your cloak. This was the tenth time it got stuck in a branch, it just grew more and more annoying as time went on.
Frustration coursed through you - who knew adventuring would be so annoying?!
"Ugh, Mondstadt better be worth all this trouble." 
You had been travelling since a few days ago, having set off almost immediately after you ended your conversation with Ezetheus. Did you know where you were going? Of course you did, you had the map of Teyvat memorised down to the last pebble - it was just that seeing it all in person was a little bit different than studying it all on a map. 
"Ugh, stupid stupid stupid." With each 'stupid', your palm met your forehead. "Why couldn't you have asked someone to accompany you?! You're so hopeless!"
"Um, excuse me?"
"GAH!" 
You jumped, turning around rapidly in response to the sudden audio that reached your ear. "Holy Archons above, please do not sneak up on me like that!"
"Sorry miss!" What-? Is that a flying child? "We couldn't help but notice-."
"How fascinating. Are you what they call a 'fairy'?" You gazed at the flying child with intrigue, paying her companion no mind at all. 
"Hey! Paimon's not an experiment you can just call fascinating!" The 'thing' crossed its arms. "And Paimon's not a fairy either!"
"Ah, my apologies. You see, I don't really go out much - my father has never allowed me to. This is actually my first time being so far away from home. It's exhilarating!"
"Where are you from?" Paimon tilts her head to the side, uncrossing her arms as she asked the question.
"Fontaine."
"No wonder why you sound so fancy!" 
The light clearing of a throat interrupted your small talk with Paimon. You almost jumped once more when you met eyes with a blonde male standing right beside Paimon.
"Ah, I didn't see you there! What's your name?" Slightly embarrassed by how inattentive you were, a small nervous smile made its way onto your lips.
"Aether." His reply was curt and accompanied with a nod of acknowledgment. 
"I see, and where might you be from, Aether?" 
"He's from another world!" Paimon answered the question for (what you presumed to be) her companion. "He's on a journey to look for his sister!"
"Oh? You have a sibling too? I, myself, have a younger brother but I have not heard from him in quite a while." A light frown tugged on your lips as you recalled the way you slandered your sibling's name purely out of the sickening feeling of envy that flooded through you upon the thought of visions. "I miss him."
"Did he go missing too?" Though Paimon was the one to ask the question, Aether seemed more attentive to your answer than her.
"Hm? Oh Archons no, his leave was warranted. He gained a vision and then proclaimed that he wanted to explore Teyvat." You spat the sentence out, visions always left a bitter taste in your mouth
"Huh? But didn't you say your father never let you out the house? Why would he let your brother but not you? Surely it's not just because of the vision?" This kid sure does talk a lot.
"Well, father only kept me locked in because I was the heir to his business. Otherwise, he would not keep me under such strict lock and key." 
"Paimon feels so bad for you." 
"Oh, don't worry, I am able to explore now, am I not?" You sent a reassuring smile towards the duo.
"Did he suddenly let you?"
"Nope, I ran away!" You giggled lightly.
"RAN AWAY?! BUT ISN'T HE WORRIED?!" The alarm that crossed both Aether and Paimon's faces was quite amusing.
"He should've thought about that before he took away my freedom." Crossing your arms, you tossed your head to the side stubbornly.
You know what? You don't regret running away! Talking to these two was actually quite fun! There's nothing that could make you want to go back now!
"Uh oh."
"Huh?" Turning around, you were met with something quite unexpected. "Is that a real life Hilichurl?!"
"You've never seen them before?"
"Only ever illustrations by an artist my father absolutely adores the paintings of. I believe they go by Albedo?"
The monster didn't wait for you to continue your conversation and charged straight for you. 
Luckily, Aether ran towards it before it could get to you - taking it down swiftly with sword skills not even the guards of Fontaine could compete with. Truly, it was amazing.
"Y/N! LOOK OUT!" Doing a quick one-eighty, E/C orbs met with a silver axe coming down at an alarming speed.
Oh, would you look at that, it's heading right towards you.
Was this it? Was this how it all ended? Before you could make it to the city of freedom? Before you could meet new people you hoped you would be able to call friends? Before you could possibly find a 'lover' you always read about in those peculiar books your father gifted you with yearly?
"My oh my, what do we have here? The traveller and Paimon have found a new companion?" 
"Captain Kaeya!"
Your squinted eyes slowly fluttered open when you found that you were still able to hear and breathe like a living being instead of being chopped in half and lying on the ground as a cold dead corpse. 
There, stood before you with a sword laying in his grasp, was a man who looked to be not too far from your own age. Was this man your saviour?
"Kaeya Alberich, pleased to meet you~." The male grasped your right hand and brought it up to his lips, placing a gentle kiss upon your knuckles. "May I have the honour of knowing the beautiful woman before me's name?"
"Ah, Y/N-." You hesitated for but a moment. He doesn't look to be from Fontaine so he shouldn't know your family name right? "L/N. It is lovely to make your acquaintance, Mr Kaeya." 
"Captain Kaeya, what are you doing here?" Paimon floated over, Aether following not far behind with a relieved expression on his face. Aww, was he worried about you? How adorable.
"Well, I was on patrol when I stumbled across a maiden in distress." Huh? Did he say patrol? "I knew I had to swoop in and make sure no harm came to her."
"Patrol?" You tilted your head to the side, much like how Paimon had earlier. 
"Oh yeah! Y/N, this is Captain Kaeya! He's the Cavalry Captain of the Knights of Favonius!" Upon Paimon's explanation, you gasped. 
"A Knight?! A Captain no less! My apologies for addressing you so casually, if I'd have known sooner, I would not have addressed you the way that I did." Slowly slipping your hand out of his (unsurprisingly sturdy) grasp, you clasped it with your left hand with an apologetic look on your face. 
"There's no need to worry, I'm not one for pleasantries anyway." The smirk resting on his face never seemed to let up causing every sentence that left his mouth to sound smug.
"If you don't mind me asking, what exactly is the 'Knights of Favonius'?" It felt a little rude to ask but you truly didn't know, this was another land after all. What land exactly? You may or may not have lost track...
"Why, only the Knights in charge of protecting the land of freedom itself." Kaeya happily answered your question.
"The land of freedom? I'm in Mondstadt?!" You lit up with excitement. "Perfect! Just the destination I wanted to go to!"
"Oh? And you have business with the land of freedom, I presume?" 
"I do have some business however, I came here for somewhat of a holiday." With an elated grin, you let pride take over you. 
You can't believe it! You arrived in Mondstadt all by yourself! Well, with the help of one man who spoke quite a bit about Liyue culture before pointing you towards where Mondstadt was. But! Apart from that, you made it completely on your own! Take that Raymond!
"Is that so? Well, I don't suppose you would mind me being your tour guide?" How gentlemanly of him.
"Oh that would be wonderful! Thank you, Sir Kaeya!" You clasped your hands around one another yet again, this time in delight.
"But of course~." He sent you a wink before redirecting his attention to the traveller duo you almost forgot were there. "Don't fret about the lovely princess here, I'll take care of her, you two continue on your way to Liyue, you have a sibling to find after all."
"Oh! It was nice meeting you, Paimon, Aether." With a close-eyed smile, you waved at the pair.
"Oh! Guess it's our time to go! Bye Y/N." Paimon waved back at you with just as much enthusiasm. "C'mon Aether! Let's go!" 
Aether stays silent, his gaze lingering on you and Kaeya for a bit before he slowly jogs off - not before looking back one last time and sending you a wave of his own.
"Now then, shall we?" The Cavalry Captain offered you his arm with a smile.
Seeing no harm in taking it, you slid your hand in between his arm and body, grasping his bicep with a joyful smile. 
Walking alongside the young man helped you come to a realisation. "Sir Kaeya?"
"Hm~?" 
"I've never held a man's arm like this before. Or well, a man that isn't related to me is what I mean." 
The blue-haired male rose an inquisitive brow. "Oh? I suppose that was the first time a man had kissed your knuckles too?"
"How did you know?!" The genuine surprise in your tone wretched a chuckle out of Kaeya's mouth.
"How endearing." He came to an abrupt stop, causing you to come to one of your own as well.
"Why did we-?" You were cut off when Kaeya rotated you so that you were facing him. 
"Have you never had a real kiss before too?" He leaned in even closer, eyes half-lidded and glinting with an emotion unfamiliar to you.
"Not really." You found yourself naturally leaning back and you weren't sure why.
"Cute." His hand lifted up as his index finger gently tapped the tip of your nose. "Do you mind explaining to me why that is so?"
He pulled away gently, taking your hand and wrapping it around his arm once more, continuing on your journey to the city of freedom.
"Oh, well, you see, my father has never allowed me outside my home. I was always kept inside where he deemed it to be 'safe and sound'. If it weren't for the fact that I was the heir to his business, he wouldn't have taken my freedom away from me." 
"Oh my~ that doesn't sound quite fair on you." He casted you a side glance before facing forward once more. "Have you never wanted to rebel in any way before?"
"I'm doing it right now! I ran away from home!" You're not sure why but Kaeya suddenly seemed to start choking right after you finished your sentence. "Sir Kaeya?! Are you alright?!" 
After clearing his throat, he reassured you he was fine. What a relief, you didn't want to be the cause of someone's death right after you got away from a house that felt like prison. Escaping from a prison just to be locked away again didn't sound good.
"Are you sure running away was a good choice?" This time, you were the one to halt.
"I-." 
Were you sure this was the right choice? What if this was all a huge mistake? What if you weren't ready for the real world? What then? You can't just go running back into the arms of the man that raised you, it was too late for that. Not to mention, the punishment you would be given would turn out to be quite severe.
"I'm not too sure yet." Shaking your head, you rid yourself of those negative thoughts with furrowed brows. "But I will find out after a while of staying here. I can't just judge without having met many people yet or without even getting to know you properly yet! Once I've done that, only then will I get back to you with my response - you can be sure of that!"
When the corners of his lips turned up, something about it felt different to the other times - it felt a tad bit more genuine. Although, maybe it was just you and your delusions.
"I'll be looking forward to that then." 
The rest of the trip to the city of freedom was spent in a comfortable silence. Kaeya was good company. You liked this. It was already an improvement to life stuck in that mansion your father called a home.
Multiple times you found yourself wanting to break the silence but upon witnessing the content expression rested upon the Knight's face, decided not to.
It was only when you reached the actual gates of Mondstadt that Kaeya decided to speak. "Here we are, the city of freedom, Mondstadt." 
Your eyes lit up for the nth time that day. You had felt more positive emotions in this one day than you ever had in your whole life. It was a little depressing to think about but it was the truth.
"I can't wait to do all the things I read about in those stories father rarely gifts me with!" You didn't hide the elation in your voice, turning to Kaeya and almost blinding him with how bright your smile seemed to be.
"Why wait~?" He took your hand in his, tugging you closer to him. "There's plenty of time to do all that you wish to do right now~."
You wasted no time in pulling Kaeya towards the flowers, eager to chat to the little girl standing behind them.
"Hello!"
"Hi! Are you new here? I'm Flora." The girl smiled at you.
"Pleased to make your acquaintance, Flora. I'm Y/N." Your eyes averted to the flowers that rested before her. "Oh, those are so pretty! They smell really nice too!"
"Those are sweet flowers, they're typically used when cooking dishes meant for a sweet flavour." The childish wonder that crossed your face prompted a chuckle out of your tour guide.
"They're so pretty, I'd love to have some of my own!" Your fingers caressed the soft surface of the petals, taken back by how different it felt to the silky texture of the flowers back in your mansion. 
"Oh! I can have that arranged! Would you like to have them right now or would you rather have them delivered to your home right away?"
Home.
Home.
Home.
Your breath slowed down significantly, pausing at intervals and lacking any sort of steadiness.
Home. That's right. You had to go back eventually, didn't you? Back to that place. Back to those chains. Back to where you-.
"Y/N?" Kaeya's voice snapped you out of your thoughts, allowing you to return to reality once more.
"Ah, sorry, uh..." You lost your words for a moment, faltering briefly before picking yourself back up. "Sorry about that, I don't know exactly what happened there."
A weight was pressed against your shoulder, causing your eyes to trail it and find Kaeya's concerned face looking down at you. "Are you feeling good?"
Shaking your head from side-to-side, you told him the problem.
"I seemed to freeze up upon hearing the word 'ho-'."
You paused.
"Ho-."
Your brows furrowed.
"Ho-." 
Huh?
"That's strange, I cannot seem to say the word."
"Home?"
Home. Home. Home. Home. Home. Home. Home. Home. Home. Home. Home. Home. Home. Home. Home. Home. Home. Home. Home. Home. Home. Home. Home. Home. Home. Home. Home. Home. Home. Home. Home. Home. 
You don't want to go back.
"Y/N!" Once more, you were awoken by the Knight beside you.
"Sir Kaeya... my apologies. I did not mean to phase out like that."
"Phase out? You were shaking and hyperventilating. If anything, I should be the one apologising for putting your through that." 
"No, no. Please do not fret, it is not your fault I reacted that way." 
You were so excited to experience Mondstadt and here you were ruining it for yourself by going into a state of hysteria every time a single word is mentioned. 
"Let's forget this. I would like to explore Mondstadt, not mope around about a place I wish not to go back to." Grabbing the Cavalry Captain's arm, you tugged him over to the stairs. "Come, I saw a restaurant in this area, I would like to try out their food."
~
"Look, Sir Kaeya! A dog!" A squeal escaped your lips as you gazed upon the adorable creature you had only read about and seen illustrations of.
The cute little thing bounced around and wagged its tail, looking overjoyed to receive even a small amount if attention.
"Isn't it adorable?!"
"As much as you? I don't think so, princess~."
"Oh well, I think it's a lot more adorable than me."
You were startled upon hearing the cry of laughter suddenly escape from your companion's mouth. Tilting your head to the side, you enquired about it.
"It's nothing, don't worry about it. Say, princess? Close your eyes for a minute, would you~?" 
You did as he asked with no question, trusting him like you did every other person you had encountered so far. 
What could Kaeya possibly want to do that involves you having your eyes closed? 
"Open them up again." 
Your eyelids fluttered open, immediately being met with a shade of green coming from the top of your head. Your hands flew up, feeling the soft thing placed upon your skull. It felt like...?
"Flowers?" You blinked in bewilderment. "Wha-?" 
"A flower crown for the adorable princess before me~." Kaeya sent a wink your way, seemingly enjoying your reaction.
You slowly took it off your head before gazing at it. "Wow, it's so gorgeous." 
"Ah ah ah." Kaeya proceeded to take the beloved ornament from your hands before placing it atop your head once more. "Don't take it off now, you'll hurt my feelings~."
"Hurt your feelings? I'm sorry, Sir Kaeya! I did not mean to bring you any harm! I promise not to take it off!"
Kaeya's smirk shifted into that of a smile, it looked good on him.
"You should do that more often."
"Do what?"
"Smile like that. It suits you. You look very handsome with it on, Sir Kaeya." 
With that, you skipped off, leaving Kaeya in a stunned silence - his cheeks slowly growing darker by the second.
~
"I see, and this traveller is the only source of entertainment you have?" You tilted your head to the side, curiosity lacing your tone.
"Well, up until now, that was true." The masked male smirked in a way that was similar to Kaeya's one and yet, strangely different.
"What do you mean by that?" 
"I mean that you're good company." 
"Well, I'm glad to bring you some enjoyment Mr Viktor!" 
The fatui diplomat merely chuckled at you. "You definitely don't make me want to go home."
Home.
Your ears seemed to pick up on a faint ringing sound as your breath was suddenly audible, your heartbeat growing in volume at a rapid pace.
Not again! Not a-!
"Y/N!" The familiar smooth voice that belonged to a certain Knight kept you from further spiraling into hysteria.
"Suh-sir Kaeya?" The stutter left your lips before you could prevent it from doing so. 
As you returned to reality, you noticed the crowd of nuns gathered around you along with one fatui diplomat gazing down at you in concern.
Kaeya held your form in a way that seemed awkward. He must've caught you while you were falling...
"Thank the Archons you're okay." He brought you closer towards him, embracing you and bringing you a sense of security. 
"Thank you, Sir Kaeya." Reluctantly, you pulled yourself away from him. "But I am perfectly fine. Your concerns are appreciated however, I do not wish to continue my day in such a way. Now, if you will all excuse me, I still have activities I would like to try."
Once more, you bottled your feelings up and tossed them aside.
~
A soft smile grazed your lips as your eyes followed the children playing around with one another, looking like they were truly free.
Freedom, that's what life in Mondstadt is all about.
The city of the Anemo Archon and yet, the city which has no Archon truly reigning over it and preventing it from doing certain things, much unlike Inazuma.
It was nice, it was truly peaceful.
It was...
"Princess?" Your ears perked up as the corner of your eye picked up something blue taking a seat beside you.
"Ah, Sir Kaeya, greetings." You don't bother turning to face him.
"How are you feeling?" You let out a soft sigh as he asked you the question.
"I am fairing well, thank you for your concern." 
The next few seconds were spent in silence, no sound was needed. The moment was perfect as it was.
Or well, nearly perfect.
"Sir Kaeya?"
"Hm?"
With a bright smile, you professed, "I'm content with my choice to run away. I have never felt as much joy in my whole life as I have in this one day. It is a lovely feeling that I do not want to be rid of. The feeling of freedom. I adore it. That's why... I don't mind doing what I did. Even if I do end up going back, I more than enjoyed my time here... with you."
Ba-dum.
"I'm glad." Kaeya smiled.
.
.
.
A yawn escaped your mouth, causing your companion to send you a smirk. "Tired, princess~?"
"Yeah, a little." With droopy eyes, you almost rammed head-first into a pole had it not been for Kaeya catching your arm and pulling you into his chest, being sure to wrap his arms securely around you.
"Alright, let's get you some rest." The male carefully guided you towards a house that looked to be rather plain - the colour was a bland white and it held an overall dull look to it. "I'll let you take my bed, I'm fine sleeping on the floor."
The inside of the house looked just as plain as the outside with next to no decorations, something quite unusual compared to your own home. Where were all the vases? The lamps? Paintings? Was this how all other homes looked? Books described them to be a lot more breathtaking than this.
Slowly walking up the steps, you allowed Kaeya to place you onto his bed - too drowsy to be able to stop him and offer to sleep on the floor in his stead.
"Sir Kaeya?" 
"Hm?"
"Goodnight."
"..." A couple of seconds of silence followed. "Goodnight Y/N."
Kaeya let out a yawn slowly pushing himself up and off of the soft mattress laying underneath him.
Wait...
Soft mattress?
Wasn't he sleeping on the floor?
Instantly, his lids shot open and allowed him view of his surroundings. 
He was on his bed. Why was he on his bed? More importantly...
Where were you?! 
"Y/N?!" He called out your name, hoping he would receive an answer.
Nothing.
"Y/N?!"
Still nothing.
"No, no, no, no. Not again, please no..." 
For once he had someone to wake up to, someone by his side at night, someone who seemed to genuinely want to get to know him and not just because of his sex appeal. He didn't even need to sleep with them for them to be there. He wasn't alone and the person he was with didn't even wish to gain anything from him!
But alas, just like the rest, you had left before he could even greet you in the morning.
Where would you have gone though? Surely you couldn't have gone far? You wouldn't be able to handle yourself outside the walls of the city, he saw how you reacted to that Mitachurl.
Tossing the sheets to the side, the (supposedly) one-eyed man jumped out of the bed, grabbing his boots and slipping them on before rushing out of his room and right out his door.
Frantically, he called out your name turning his head from side to side - trying, desperately, to catch a glimpse of your H/C locks.
Deep breaths, Kaeya, deep breaths. 
Ask around. Surely someone has seen you, right?
Approaching a random woman, Kaeya put his charms to work. "Ah, Eury? Is that you?"
"Captain Kaeya." The female blushed. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"
The shy glance she tossed to the side was very different to a certain look she had sent him the last time they saw each other. 
"Well I was wondering if your lovely self could direct me towards a certain friend of mine, H/C hair, E/C eyes, wears clothes from another region." Kaeya didn't miss the narrowed orbs of the woman in front of him, was she perhaps jealous? How amusing, considering how she was the one who left him after receiving what she wanted.
"Last I saw her, she had entered the tavern." The brunette pointed in the direction of his good old companion's business.
"I see." Masking his irritation with his charm, he placed a gentle kiss on the knuckles of Eury, holding back a scowl as she giggled. Disgusting.
The false pirate swiftly made his escape, heading directly towards the tavern he often frequented when in need of a good glass of wine. To think, the owner of this very tavern despised alcohol. What kind of tavern owner doesn't drink alcohol? A ridiculous one, that's what.
The wooden door almost fell out of its hinges with how much strength was used to open it. He couldn't help it. He had to find you.
Was that...? 
"Sir Kaeya? What are you-?" He cut you off by wrapping his arms around your form, shoving your head into his chest and combing his fingers through your soft locks. 
"Y/N..." Ah, your scent was so calming. "I was so worried... don't go off like that again."
"I'm sorry, Sir Kaeya. I did not mean to worry you." A warmth filled him as arms smaller than his own wrapped around his form. It was... different... it was... nice. "I was merely attempting to strike up a business deal with Master Diluc over here."
Ah yes, Diluc, his dear brother.
Kaeya sent the redhead a look filled to the brim with daggers (something quite surprising considering the fact that only one of his eyes were visible to others), aggravation coursing through him. "Master Diluc, so good to see you again."
Diluc didn't respond but he did make sure to reciprocate the gaze given to him by the blue-head. 
"You know Master Diluc, Sir Kaeya?"
"Of course~. Him and I go way back. I see you haven't changed your cold ways at all, Diluc." Kaeya kept you from being able to turn around by not allowing you to leave his embrace. Could you blame him though? It was rare for him to receive affection that didn't result in an inevitable bedding. 
"Let go of her."
"So sorry, Master Diluc, I didn't realise that me hugging her was irritating you."
"It's not irritating me, she clearly feels uncomfortable being held by you for so long."
"Is that so?" Kaeya redirected his attention towards you. "Y/N, princess, you don't feel uncomfortable around me, do you?"
"Of course not, Sir Kaeya, although it would be nice if you could pull away - I am unable to observe my surroundings when hugging you." Kaeya scowled as his brother sent him a subtle look of victory, content with your answer.
"Of course, love." Slowly letting you go, he made sure to mentally note down that compliments and flirting did not seem to phase you. Your previous sheltered life probably kept you from being aware of what flirting was. It was... endearing.
"Thank you."
"If you don't mind me asking, love, what exactly are you doing at the 'oh-so-famous' Master Diluc's tavern." Was Kaeya being childish? Perhaps. Did he care? Absolutely not. 
"Did I not already say?" Oh you did, he just wasn't listening. Can you blame him? He was worried, okay? "Well, I was attempting to strike a deal with Master Diluc. Father wants me to take over our business one day so why not start now by gathering business partners?"
"Your father is an admirable person." Oh look who took initiative to start talking on his own, the honourable Master Diluc. "Keeping up a business like his for so long is certainly impressive. I believe sponsoring him will be of my utmost interest."
Kaeya frowned at the excited look you sent towards that wretched redhead. "You will accept my offer then? Let's shake on it." 
That's it! He couldn't stand it any longer! 
Kaeya seized you before your hand could meet with Diluc's outstretched one. He didn't want you to have to touch that thing. 
The male carried you out of the tavern, looking over his should just before he left to send one last look of hatred to his brother - the latter of whom looked incredibly peeved by the former taking away a potential business partner so abruptly.
Kaeya just got you, he's not going to lose you just like that - he refuses to allow that to happen.
"Sir Kaeya! What are you doing?! I was just about to seal the deal with Master Diluc!" You struggled to pull yourself out of the Knight's hold, longing to reach Diluc once more to finally be able to prove to your father that you could be outside the house and still be useful towards his business. 
"I was helping you. Trust me, Master Diluc is the last guy you want to form a partnership with. He'll just abandon you immediately upon facing a loss." What was he saying? From what you've heard and what you've seen with your very own eyes, Diluc seemed to be an incredibly trustworthy person.
"He didn't seem that way to me." Giving the usually laid-back male a stern gaze, you scolded him. "Please do not interfere with my business affairs like that again, Sir Kaeya." 
He didn't respond for a while, choosing to stay silent. Fine, two can play at that game.
Stubbornly crossing your arms, you marched away from the Knight you had shared a lovely day with just yesterday. Such a shame how things could escalate like this so quickly.
Kaeya was acting as though you were not capable of doing things on your own. What did he take you for? Some sort of helpless puppy that needed protection? You came to Mondstadt for freedom to do as you wish! Not for someone to lock away your options and make you feel like you were in a prison once more! 
You'll show him! You're not some helpless puppy! You are a strong and capable woman who was able to stand her own ground!
"Excuse me sir." The enraged blue-haired man turned around to be met with another man with strawberry blonde locks of his own. "Have you seen a woman with H/C hair and E/C eyes? She went missing a while back and as her personal Knight, it is my duty to protect her."
Protect?
H/C hair and E/C eyes?
How dare this man even THINK of taking Kaeya's spot next to you!
He should perish for humouring the thought! 
Disgusting, revolting-!
...
Wait a minute. Hadn't you said that you ran away from home? And this man was now-? 
Heh...
This could turn out to be a lot more useful to him than he first thought.
Kicking a marble within one of the many alleyways Mondstadt was home to, you grit your teeth in fury.
Stupid Kaeya, stupid father, stupid life. Stupid stupid stupid-!
"My lady?" You spun on your right heel and were met with something you were dreading to see. 
"Ezetheus?!"
"My lady! We must get you home, your father is worried and-!"
Go back..? But you had not even been able to spend much time here at all... how could you possibly go back now..? Back to where you would be locked up once again... You just achieved what you had wanted... 
But... you said you would go back. You even intended on striking up a business deal with Mondstadt's very own Master Diluc. You had to go back! ...didn't you?
...
No, no, no, no, no! You didn't want to go back! Never again! You never want to be locked up behind those doors again!
"No! I will NEVER go back!" Shaking your head from side to side, you whispered under your breath, mumbling incoherent words while in a state of hysteria.
Backing up slowly, you continued to murmur.
One step.
And another.
And another.
Until eventually...
"Agh!"
You bumped into a familiar sturdy chest.
"Y/N?" 
"Sir Kaeya..." As though something snapped within you, tears came flooding down your face. You turned before burying your face into his chest, light sobs exiting your mouth. "Please, I don't want to go back, Kaeya! Please!"
"Oh? Is that so~? I'll help you if you apologise for what you said earlier. You really hurt my feelings there, Y/N~."
You looked up at him in confusion - why was he bringing that up at-?
"My lady!? Please you need to go home." Home... no!
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Just please don't let me be taken away! Please let me stay!" You shut your eyes, shaking your head furiously as though that could make it all go away.
"Shhhhh~." You felt him slip away from your grasp.
"Kaeya!" Panicked, you called for him, a ringing sound resounding through your ears. "Kaeya!"
Had you been less of a mess, you'd have noticed the cold substance that splattered across your face, dyeing your lovely skin a rich crimson. Maybe then, you'd have ran as far away as you could and truly have been able to obtain that freedom you oh-so-desperately seek.
But instead...
"Shhhh~. Kaeya's got you, princess. Sir Kaeya took care of everything for you. Don't you worry one bit, I won't let anyone lay a hand on you~."
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What would you say are some of Padmé’s flaws as a person and politician? A lot of what I see of her paints her a being rather “perfect” which isn’t very interesting to me personally.
ahhh, I just typed a huge answer to this and then my phone shut off. UGH. I will try to recall some of it.
Basically, I love Padme as a character because, among other qualities, she is incredibly naive and gullible. Palpatine manipulates her into power as a Senator because he picks her out as he sees her as particularly weak and impressionable.
Padme is riddled with guilt. She has a dual-life where she is an agent of government holding back a horrendous tide of tyranny. But also, she is a lonely woman who grows up from being an exploited child queen. She never once knew peace and lost her girlhood. She desires, deeply, to have a white knight figure "save" her from having so much responsibility and no one to turn to. A part of her doesn't want to have to protect anyone anymore. This is one of the reasons she wants the fighting to end so bad. Because she is so tired.
She wants to run away to the Lakes of Naboo where she sunbathed as a child and never turn back. And she, as we know, unfortunately mistakes this white knight for Anakin. Anakin, the hero who can end the War.
Padme's guilt also comes from the psychological clemency she grants Anakin when he kills the Tuskens. She not only "ignores" this incident in order to keep her Romance Fantasy alive, but shockingly to her, I think she somewhat agrees with his actions. She is surprised to see she understands the emotional motivations behind the eye-for-an-eye justice Anakin enacts when he slaughters the Tusken village. Even if the action is wrong, she gets why it happened. This shakes her worldview. Shows the horrors as more than legislation on a Senate floor. A life she has barely any perspective besides.
Padme is not allowed to enact those kinds of feelings or thoughts on the pulpit where she preaches peace and Galactic harmony. To see Anakin take action, as he said he would during their picnic in AotC, is enlightening to her. Despite the actions being condemnable by the Republic and law she has sworn to uphold and protect, she had learned something. She feels guilt for this too, she feels torn. She turns her back on some of her beliefs - and believes she is compromising herself. But by doing this, she allows Anakin the mental stability to go on to become the hero of the Clone Wars.
She also, of course, ignores Anakin's grappling projecting grief for Shmi so she can marry him. She ignores his deep psychological divide where he wants to so ardently remain a Jedi. She ignores her duties to the Senate and her professional responsibilities and impartiality. She is selfish. Neither Anakin nor Padme think of anything but themselves in their relationship - not each other, not really, but themselves, in this romance-during-a-war fantasy when they hardly ever see one another. They are trying to mentally survive. (Compare this to Satine and Obi-wan, who thought only of their oaths as they walked away from one another).
My favorite Padme scenes were the ones where she acted as the Queen in TPM and also the great scene in RotS where she confronts Anakin, asking him if he ever believes they are fighting for the wrong side. Padme is constantly second-guessing herself and her allegiances, she is desperate to make the right decision. Anakin accuses her of being a separatist. (We, the audience, know that Padme is conspiring with Bail and Mon to form the nascent Rebel Alliance to break off from the burgeoning Empire, with the Separatists at their doorstep).
Another one of my fav Padme scenes is her agency in TCW after Anakin breaks into her apartment and beats her (romantic interest) friend the separatist Clovis. In horror, she tells Anakin that she has often considered their marriage to be a sham, that it doesn't make her happy, and that she doesn't feel safe with him. That she doesn't want to see him anymore.
That, coupled with the knowledge of the OG storyboards (which had concept art and costumes!) where she refuses to let Obi-wan know Anakin's location (Mustafar) because she does not want someone else to kill her children's father... yet she goes there herself with the intent to slit Anakin's throat!!
This tells me she 100% did not intend to stay married to Anakin. She was stuck in a horrible situation because she was pregnant, which is relatable to a lot of people out there. She still believed there was good in Anakin, she did not want him to die (in the OG story she couldn't slit his throat because she loved him too much), but she couldn't save him, SHE DIDN'T WANT TO (finally choosing not to be a Savior), and wanted to leave him. He could save himself or someone else could try. Padme had other things to do.
And she was just starting to really get a hold on who she was.
All of this says to me that if we were lucky enough to get more Padme post RotS (RIP) she would've been an amazing boots-on-the-ground rebel. She was a great negotiator in person (don't know why they call Obi that...). For example, her actions with the Gungans in TPM, when she knelt to them. She was an emotionally effecting and genuine person. But her kindness is balanced by her high naivety and gullibleness. Her guilt and integrity would've made her like a fish in a barrel in the Imperial Senate of Andor. No way Padme could've survived in that government in her role. NO. WAY.
However, she would've been the inspiring and caring figure they were missing on the ground, someone with compassion and experience, to contrast those like monomaniacal Saw and the ruthless Luthen in the field.
Padme was also kind, brave, and clever. But many people are. I find her "bad" qualities, and how they effect her Light Side, much more interesting. I also love how much of her there is in Luke and Leia. Luke and Leia are effective leaders because of the mixture of Padme's genuine compassion with Anakin's relentlessness. Padme wasn't as effective as they are ... because she was missing what attracted her to Anakin in the first place. Luke and Leia are the balanced versions of Padme and Anakin's faults.
I contend Anakin is the least interesting thing about Padme & her legacy, and have always wanted them to make a young Queen Amidala and her handmaiden's show, with the handmaidens being an elite squad of body guards.
Also, I have to say, out of every character in SW (the Jedi being so hellbent on the doctrine of compassion, yet falling short of it frequently) I truly think through her actions in TPM and TCW and RotS Padme proved herself to be the most compassionate SW character of all.
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giggly-squiggily · 2 years
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Since requests are still open, can I request one of Kyo (Fruits Basket) getting tickle by his Shishou? Tummy tickles are preferred!! Thanks so much!!
Oo yes please! I love these two so much, so this was a blast to make!
I ultimately decided to go with a pre-canon setting for this fic, so this takes place around the time Shinsou first adopted Kyo! I hope that's okay :D
Ugh, I’m bored!”
“Calm, Kyo. We’ve only just started.”
The small redhead crossed his arms in a pout, glaring at the worn down floors of Master Shishou’s dojo. The pair had been working on meditation- or at least; Shishou had been working on meditation. Kyo, deciding that this was some sort of punishment he needed to rebel against, had moaned, groaned, whined, and pouted the entire time.
And they’d only been there for five minutes.
This was going to be an interesting hour.
“I don’t even know why I have to meditate! Why can’t we practice all those cool moves you showed me?” Kyo jumped to his feet, striking a pose with his little fists. “Like that one move where you flip someone into the mat! Or that other move where we sweep someone’s feet out from under them! Or-”
“Easy, easy, Kyo.” Shishou laughed warmly, reaching out and patting Kyo’s head. “We will go over all those moves. However, martial arts isn’t just about attack and defense. It’s an exercise of composure and patience as well.”
Kyo pouted once more, shoulders slumping with disappointment. “But meditating is lame! How is it gonna help me defeat anyone? Is there a competition on who can sit the longest or something?”
“Not yet- but perhaps one day. Who knows- pick this up and you could be the first world champion.”
“Really?” Then he was pouting again. “You’re just trying to get me to sit back down.”
Shishou laughed, patting the spot beside him. “Come, let me show you the true benefits of mediation.”
Kyo reluctantly returned to his spot, eyeing his master curiously. The true benefits…what would that be? Knowing him, he’d probably tell him it would be good for his heart and soul, blah blah blah-
“Whoa!” Kyo yelped when hands grabbed him, yanking him into Shishou’s lap. “M-Master? What are you-” Immediately he pressed his lips shut, puffing his cheeks with restrained giggles as ten fingers wormed along his sides. “N-No tickling!”
“Oh yes, tickling! You see, Kyo. Meditation is more than just relaxation. It clears the mind of any and all distractions, and allows you to focus on your immediate goal.” He smiled down at the other, delighted at the growing giggles and squirms he received. “For me, it allowed me to find the best chance to tickle you!”
“Thahahahahat’s no fahahahhair!” Kyo broke, childish laughter escaping his lips as he tried to curl up. This proved to be his downfall- curling up only gave Shishou more spots to reach. Twisting to the left- a brush against his ribs. Trying to arch away, access to his spine. He was doomed no matter where he went. “Hohohohohohohoohow dohohoohohohes tihiihihihihs hehehehehehlp mhehehehehehe?”
“Think of it like pre-meditation. You’re too excited right now, so I’m gonna help you release some of that pent up energy.” Feeling bold, Shishou loosely grabbed his student’s wrist, lifting it out of the way so his free hand could tickle his belly. “I think it’s working, yes?”
“MAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHASTER!” Kyo squealed, his laughter raising an octave. He thrashed and frailed against the older man’s mischievous claws. His cheeks were flushed a soft pink, his smile a mixture of annoyance and glee. “STAHAHAHHAHAP IIIHIHIIHIHIHT PLEAHHAHAHAHASE!”
“Are you sure?” Shishou teased, easing up his attack, watching the small boy gasp for air through his cackles. “Well, okay. Because you asked so nicely.” Kyo slumped back against Shishou’s chest, giggly and breathless from the sudden tickle attack. “Ahehehe…aheheheha…yohohohohur a…” Kyo looked like he was ready to complain again, but the kind look his master gave him soothed away any annoyance. “Fohohorget it.”
“Fair enough. I hope today’s lessons taught you the importance of meditation, Kyo.” When the redhead didn’t give him any sass, he looked down to find the cat fast asleep, soft snores filling the space between them.
“Ah yes. Mission accomplished.” Shishou smiled, running a hand through the younger boy’s hair.
I hope this was good!
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junkydrawr · 8 months
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OK, this isn't much of a scene but I haven't posted in a while. I'm working on a scene with Bunnie so that'll be next.
Anyway, in this scene, this is soon after Snively has let Naugus out of the Void. Naugus used his magic to temporarily bring his generator back online. It tired Naugus out so Snively had him brought to the infirmary.
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Snively stepped into the infirmary. Naugus lay in the nearest bed.
Immediately, Snively was surrounded by the medibots, their cold hands reaching out to access him.
"Ugh. Get away. I don't need help."
The Head Medi, a robot taller and slimmer than the others, insisted on running a handheld scanner over him. He sighed and allowed it, staring over at the wizard.
Naugus had his eyes shut, an IV running into his hand atop the blanket.
"You do not require assistance at this point, Sir."
Snively pushed past and stood near the wizard's bed. "He still looks rather peaked."
"The patient refused nanites, Sir."
"Huh." Snively wondered why. The microscopic medical robots quickly repaired injuries and illness, with minimal side effects.
He examined the wizened wizard. What an ugly creature, he thought. He'd never seen a Mobian like this before. The mage seemed cobbled together from leftover parts. A horn, a claw, a human-like face but ears like a goblin. I wonder if he's even from Mobius originally. An alien, like me.
Julian's words needled him. Snively, you pathetic fool! You should've killed him! Uncle was right, of course.
He stroked the laser pistol at his side. The Securitybot behind him could make an even bigger hole with that laser cannon. With his eyes on Naugus, he clutched the pistol's grip, starting to withdraw it.
I can't take a chance. You don't seem the type who will be happy playing second fiddle.
Maybe Naugus wouldn't mind, though? As long as he was given a place to stay and do his magical research? He could be a fine weapon against the furballs.
I don't know what his goals are. And he's powerful. A threat. I can handle the flea-bitten scum myself.
He nearly had the gun out, his jaw set, when the wizard's eyes fluttered. He let go of the grip as Naugus peered up at him.
"Small One. You've come to check on me?"
"Yes." A fake smile, but not too overdone. "How are you feeling? The nanites work wonders, don't they?"
"Do you mean those invisible machines, injected into one's bloodstream?" The wizard sniffed haughtily. "I do not trust such things."
Snively didn't bother to surpress an eyeroll. "Or maybe you thought I was shooting you up with something else."
"Are you planning to shoot me up, Small One?" The orange eyes dropped to Snively's gun side.
"Of course not."
"Mmmm. The eternal honesty of the Kintobors." The wizard smiled slightly, showing just a peek of those jagged teeth. "You do not trust easily. But we will benefit from each other. I wish to do my research. You wish to rule Mobotropolis free of rebel resistance. I can help you, and you can help me."
Snively was quiet a moment before intoning dryly: "It's Robotropolis."
"Oh, you have not changed it to Snivotropolis?"
"Gods no. That sounds ridiculous."
The shark teeth showed more now. "You have more sense than Robotnik. I implore you, Small One, give me a chance. You could kill me anytime, I know. But you will be tossing aside what will be a great partnership."
Snively kept his face perfectly blank. His patented poker face. He'd heard the bullshit before. Trust me. Greatness together.
"What exactly is your research going to entail?"
"I am intrigued in testing my magic on the body and mind. Testing my own limitations. If I could borrow some of your myriads of prisoners, of course."
Snively didn't answer that. Naugus must not know their prisoners were all metal-plated.
"And there is still much to learn of the Void. I fear my crystal affliction is not completely resolved."
"You have Robotnik for that first use." Snively smiled crookedly. "If you don't damage him too badly, he'll last you a while."
"Oh, yes. I intend to use him. And he can work for you as well. He can take the daily menial burdens off you."
Snively didn't like this. The acquiescence inside him. Don't be stupid, Uncle hissed in his mind. Eliminate him!
Perhaps he spoke to defy Robotnik. Perhaps there was a chance this teamup could work. Perhaps he was just lonely.
"I haven't ended our partnership. You may stay here, and I will assist your research within reason. And you will do the same for me?"
"Of course, Small One."
Snively sighed. "It's Snively, actually."
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A/N: that's it for now! I don't really want to post all the Robotropolis Sniv stuff at once because it has some 'plot points.' Lol. Even though a kindergartener could write a better plot than me.
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The Battle at Starkiller base had been a double-edged sword. On the one hand, it was a powerful win for the Resistance; proof that they were not going to be just stomped out by the First Order. An extra boon that the base was unstable and imploded. But on the other hand, the devastation the First Order unleashed upon the Republic was hard to ignore. As a result, many systems were hesitant to give their support to the rebels.
Ris' job just became ten times more difficult.
Hells, there was no guarantee this lead with the Enarc Commissioner Coalition would even pay off, but right now, it was the best damned lead (the ONLY lead) she had to drum up some financial support for the Resistance. She gathered a few supplies in case she needed to stay longer than a day. Karé was going to drop her off before attending to her own mission for the Resistance. She already said her goodbyes to Yeshua. Now, it was time to leave.
She stepped into the hanger, looking for her ride when an all-too-familiar voice caught her attention.
"Surely, you aren't leaving without giving me a kiss, are you?" Poe teased with a smirk, flashing her the same 'kiss me' expression he always had when one of them were leaving for a mission.
Her cheeks momentarily flushed pink before she narrowed her eyes slightly in annoyance. He was just trying to rile her up, kriffing flyboy. She cleared her throat. "I already gave you a kiss, Commander Dameron. That was the promise. One kiss if you discovered Skywalker's location," Ris responded.
"True," he began, the corner of his lips twitched upward in a charming smirk. "You gave me that kiss. I'm talking about a goodbye kiss before you set off to save the galaxy," he smoothly requested. "Or how about a kiss for good luck? The last time you promised me one, we found Skywalker after all," he half-teased, his rich, brown eyes shimmering with mirth.
Ris tried to ignore the way her cheeks burned with an intense blush, the way her pulse quickened as she remembered their kiss. "Don't you have something better to do than running your mouth?" she dryly remarked.
His smirk only grew as his eyes not-so-subtly glanced down at her lips before meeting her gaze. "I could think of a couple of things," Poe commented.
"Dear Maker, get your head out of your cockpit," she huffed, her blush not fading, just further frustrating the Naboo native.
"Not thinking about flying for once," he teased.
"Ugh," she groaned. "Just shut up," she grumbled before she cupped his face with her hands and gave him the sought-after kiss.
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It was much shorter than their first previous kiss. Brief but firm, not a light peck, a purposeful kiss.
The first time she initiated a kiss in nearly one whole cycle, the first person she kissed since leaving her former fiancé to join the Resistance.
And for the second time, Poe Dameron made her nearly forget how to breathe.
She could feel him smile against her lips as she ended their kiss with a silent sigh. He leaned in slightly, gazing deeply into her eyes, looking serene and happy.
"May the Force be with you on your mission, Lieutenant," he spoke softly, almost tenderly like sharing an intimate secret with her, before he stood back, his gentle smile still gracing his lips.
...And why was it making her blush?
She knew she was staring. She knew she should stop. She knew she had to leave.
Clearing her throat, she gave a nodding salute to him. "Thank you, Commander. The Force be with you, too." Their farewells spoken, she turned and left, trying to ignore the way her heart was pounding inside of her chest.
No. This was not the time. This was not the time. They were in the middle of a war. It was time to focus on the mission.
She managed to steal one last glance before Poe turned away himself, BB-8 delivering him a message, and ran off to carry out his own mission. She couldn't explain why, but she had this feeling of dread envelope her, as though afraid this may be the last time she'd see him.
No. Don't be silly, she mentally chastised herself as she met up with Karé and prepared to leave.
It wasn't a kiss goodbye, after all. It was just a kiss for good luck.
It wasn't goodbye.
It wasn't...
...She hoped.
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robininthelabyrinth · 3 years
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🍊🍋Wen Chao and/or wen xu is a good guy and actually wants to end wen ruo jan's reign of terror (cloud recesses, lotus pier, xuanwu cave or all are elaborate ruses)
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“A-Chao,” Wen Xu said. “I think our father is insane.”
Wen Chao’s eye twitched visibly, his shoulders rising up to his ears. “You can’t say that! That’s treason!”
“I’ve already made sure there’s no one anywhere around us right now, not even people I trust.”
Down went the shoulders.
“Of course he’s insane,” Wen Chao said. “Some of his orders recently…”
He shook his head.
“Not much of an empire to rule if they’re all ghost puppets, is there?” he concluded. “I think the Yin Metal is poisoning his brain.”
“I agree,” Wen Xu said. “Now what do we do about it? He’s just ordered me to raze the Cloud Recesses.”
“…when you say raze –”
“To the ground.”
“What happened to just dominating the rest of the cultivation world?” Wen Chao complained. “I liked that plan. I was going to have a really great life. A palace. Servants. Good food. Even better wine. Enough clothing to keep Jiaojiao from complaining.”
“I…don’t know if that’s possible,” Wen Xu said. “Haven’t you given her three closets’ worth already?”
“I have no idea, and I’m too attached to my balls to ask.”
“Anyway,” Wen Xu said. “What do we do about it?”
“You’re asking me?” Wen Chao said.
“Well I’m certainly not going up against him by myself! He’ll kill me!”
“You think he would hesitate to kill both of us?”
“Ugh. Is there anyone we can ask for help? Anyone we haven’t pissed off?”
They both paused, thinking.
“…no,” Wen Chao said. “But in our defense, we never thought we’d need any of them, did we?”
“I don’t think anyone is going to buy that as an excuse,” Wen Xu said, scowling. “Fuck. Isn’t there anyone?”
“Well,” Wen Chao said. He did not continue.
“No,” Wen Xu said. “No. He literally wants to cut off our heads.”
“So does everyone else in the cultivation world,” Wen Chao said. “At least we know Sect Leader Nie hates Dad more than he hates us, which isn’t something that can be said about the rest of them.”
“Fuck,” Wen Xu said. “What’s our alternative plan?”
“…become ghost puppets?”
“Fuck.”
-
“You do remember that I want to kill you both?” Nie Mingjue said, scowling at them.
“We were betting on you wanting to kill our father more,” Wen Chao said.
“I’m not sure,” Nie Mingjue said. “You’re very obnoxious.”
Wen Chao scowled.
“He has a point, A-Chao,” Wen Xu said.
“Shut up.”
“Respect your elders!”
“If you two are going to start fighting, I’m leaving,” Nie Mingjue said.
They both squinted at him. “Does that mean you might not leave if we stop?” Wen Xu asked.
Nie Mingjue’s scowl got even worse, but eventually he begrudgingly said “…well, I really hate your father.”
They both exhaled in relief.
“What’s your plan?” Nie Mingjue asked.
“This was about as far as it went,” Wen Xu admitted, and Nie Mingjue gaped at him. “What? If we had planning skills, we’d be ruling the world.”
“Jiaojiao wants jewelry now,” Wen Chao agreed. “Lots of it. Keeping a mistress is expensive.”
“I’ll…take your word for that,” Nie Mingjue said, looking mildly uncomfortable.
“You’re always plotting against our father, right?” Wen Xu asked.
“No,” Nie Mingjue said. “If I could plot, your father would already be dead.”
“Good point,” Wen Chao said, but he wasn’t the sort of person to let little details like that discourage him. “But surely you know someone who can?”
“Just keep in mind that I’m on a deadline here,” Wen Xu said. “I have to leave to go raze the Cloud Recesses by the end of the week.”
“You want me to come up with a plan to defeat your father before the end of the week?!”
“Uh, yeah,” Wen Xu said. “That’s what I said, wasn’t it?”
“It was,” Wen Chao agreed.
“I’m going to go get Meng Yao,” Nie Mingjue decided. “And Huaisang, too, why not, somehow he always gets his way no matter what I do. Maybe he can come up with something for this.”
-
“I think we’re going to need expert assistance,” Nie Huaisang declared. “I’m thinking this is Wei Wuxian levels of plotting.”
“He can plot?” Wen Chao said dubiously. “Are you sure? He took nearly a week to fight a mildly ominous bird.”
“…is that so?” Nie Huaisang said, and sighed. “Okay, fine. Meng Yao, guess it’s up to you and me.”
Meng Yao was blinking his eyes very rapidly.
“What?” Wen Chao said. “You have an awful father too, don’t look so shocked about us wanting to get rid of ours.”
“That’s just how his brain works when he’s thinking,” Nie Huaisang assured him. “He’s kicking it like it’s a sleeping donkey that doesn’t want to get to work; give him a minute and he’ll be coming up with all sorts of ideas.”
“Good ideas?”
“All sorts of ideas.”
“…any good ideas? Mediocre ideas, even?”
“Listen, we have until the end of the week,” Nie Mingjue said irritably. “You’ll take whatever ideas we give you and you’ll like it, you hear me?”
“Is it too late to get Wen Zhuliu in on this?” Wen Xu asked Wen Chao.
“He has that weird thing for Dad,” Wen Chao reminded him.
“Fuck,” Wen Xu said. “I’d wiped that from my memory through the application of a great deal of alcohol, but yes, you’re right. Okay. Hit me with your worst plan.”
-
“That’s worse than I thought it was going to be.”
“Shut up and just do it.”
-
“I will now, in the name of the Wen sect, attack –” Wen Xu grimaced. “– this cave.”
“It’s a very important cave, actually,” one of the Lan disciples muttered.
“Be quiet,” Lan Wangji said.
They were all pretending not to notice the main force of Lan sect disciples, led by Lan Xichen, carting their precious books and treasures out of the Cloud Recesses right behind him.  
“I am attacking this very important cave,” Wen Xu clarified. “Of extreme importance to the Lan sect. So important, in fact, that it is clearly the correct target for an invasion.”
They stood around a while longer.
Someone cleared their throat. “Should we fight?”
“I can have my men beat you up if you really want,” Wen Xu said.
“…no thanks.”
“Then be quiet.”
There was a bit more standing around. Eventually Lan Qiren coughed.
“Would you like a chair or something?” Wen Xu asked, then frowned. “Never mind, I probably can’t justify that.”
“Probably not,” Lan Qiren agreed. He looked pained. Probably by the whole situation, but who knew, maybe he just had a bad back and the standing around was getting to him. “You will be taking Wangji hostage after this?”
“Along with most of the heirs of the Great Sects,” Wen Xu said. “As agreed, we’ll keep them out of the way.”
“Sometimes the most dangerous place is the safest place.”
“…yeah, that. Either way, they’ll be kept out of trouble.”
-
“This is not out of trouble!” Wei Wuxian shouted as they ran away from the Xuanwu.
“This stretch of river has never caused anyone any problems!” Wen Chao shouted back. “Ever! You’re the one who found the fucking cave!”
“Shut up and keep running!” Jiang Cheng howled.
-
“I really like your hair,” Wang Lingjiao told Madame Yu. “Also, that dress.”
Wen Chao sighed.
“Expensive tastes?” Wei Wuxian asked, pouring him some wine.
“You have no idea,” Wen Chao said glumly. “My allowance can’t cover it, so I ended up putting her as a line item in the military budget.”
“You did?” Jiang Cheng said. “Did your father, uh, object?”
“He’d have to notice.”
“I wonder how many other things he wouldn’t notice,” Wei Wuxian muttered to himself.
“You’re a young master of Yunmeng Jiang,” Jiang Cheng said, rolling his eyes. “What could you possibly want to fund that we won’t pay for?”
“I don’t know,” Wei Wuxian said. “Mad science experiments?”
-
“Can you pay him to stop?” Wen Xu asked. “I don’t even like flute music.”
“Shut up,” Wen Chao said. “You’ve been decapitated, remember?”
“Oh yeah, ‘decapitated’. And now I’m being force-fed lots of Qinghe barbeque,” Wen Xu said. “My life is really hard.”
“Why you…!”
Wen Xu sniggered. “How’s it going with Wen Zhuliu?”
“Fine, I think?” Wen Chao said. “He hasn’t actually noticed that the ‘demons’ we’re being hunted by aren’t really demons, but that’s because he’s been mostly drinking away his weird crush on our dad. I think Wen Ning is spiking his drink with something.”
They both turned to look at Wen Ning, who shrugged.
“Couldn’t have happened to a nicer person,” Wen Xu decided. “Are they attacking the Nightless City soon?”
“I think so.”
“What happens then?”
“Dunno.”
“Going to be kind of awkward when we ‘come back from the dead’ to take over.”
“I’m going to blame it on Wei Wuxian and his new weirdo cultivation,” Wen Chao decided. “We’re all sentient corpses he’s resurrected and using to puppet the Wen sect. Wen Ning, you in on this?”
“…sure,” Wen Ning said. “But only if I get first rights on ‘Ghost General’ as a nickname.”
“Oh, that’s a good one.”
-
“Thanks for the patricide,” Wen Xu said.
“Think nothing of it,” Nie Mingjue said. “Also, say nothing of it. Ever. In fact, let’s never talk again.”
“Can’t do that,” Wen Chao said. “Madame Yu told Jiaojiao that she got that fancy headpiece from Qinghe, so she wants to go there on a shopping trip.”
“Our economy could use the boost, da-ge,” Nie Huaisang said, and Nie Mingjue sighed. “It’s going to be a really big boost. Especially if she convinces Madame Jin from Lanling to come with her.”
“I still can’t believe they made friends,” Wei Wuxian marveled. “It must come from having more money than brains.”
“Brains aren’t exactly what I look for in a partner,” Wen Chao said. “Luckily for you, neither does your boyfriend.”
“Hey, I have brains!”
“You’re certainly intelligent,” Meng Yao – now named Jin Guangyao – told him.
“See?”
“That was an insult,” Nie Mingjue said.
“…hey!”
“When are you coming back to Qinghe?” Nie Huaisang asked Jin Guangyao, who blinked. “I mean, unless you want to spend all your time slaving away for a guy who thought Wen Ruohan was neat.”
“He’s right,” Wen Xu said. “Father or not, don’t do it. It’s not worth it. You’ll end up having to rebel and ask your worst enemies for help and it’s awkward.”
“I appreciate the offer,” Jin Guangyao said. “But I really can’t accept.”
“Why not?” Nie Huaisang asked.
Wen Chao pointed at him. “Seconded.”
Jin Guangyao grimaced at them both. Possibly it was meant to be a smile.
“You don’t have to go to the Unclean Realm, A-Yao,” Lan Xichen said.
“Thank you, er-ge.”
“You can come to the Cloud Recesses instead.”
“Er-ge…”
“Did anyone ever tell the Jin sect that we were working with the Wen heirs?” Nie Mingjue wondered out loud, and everyone frowned. “Because if they don’t know, and Jin Guangshan thinks he’s being subtle with the whole trying to hire Xue Yang thing, things are going to get really awkward.”
“…well, shit,” Jiang Cheng said. “I call not being the one to tell him.”
“Seconded!”
“Cloud Recesses, you said?” Jin Guangyao asked Lan Xichen, who looked pleased.
“I’m leaving,” Wen Xu decided. “I want nothing to do with this disaster. You all have fun now, I’m fucking off back to the Nightless City to live the rest of my life as a very rich man with no life goals.”
“I want to do that,” Nie Huaisang said.
“No,” Nie Mingjue said.
“But –”
“No.”
“Hey,” Wei Wuxian said. “Unrelatedly, anyone have any ideas on what should I do with the whole resentful energy seal thing now?”
“I don’t know,” Wen Chao said. “Play a giant game of keep away with it and then fake your own death?”
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satan-incarnate-666 · 2 years
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PLEASE YOUR COD OPINION as someone who also comes from oppression seeing crackers day in day out fall prey to cod propaganda is so. So FRUSTRATING!!!! my people aren't as vilified, but I've seen it with Cuban and African characters in these games- it's so OUGHHHHH. Seeing people praise lazar and then turn around and post pro Palestine content too (when Lazar is a confirmed Israeli coloniser.) ! I just. GOTDAMN!!!! I feel for you, it's so stressful seeing what people do
(rant not directed at u my dear latinstalin im just glad someone understands what im feeling at this moment /gen)
(also mutuals this isn't directed @ u if i had a problem w yall i woulda blocked n unfollowed <33 /gen)
YES GOD YES
it's so fucking EXHAUSTING seeing official content tout this stuff, fans tout this stuff, the general populace tout this stuff. i am fucking tired.
GOD don't fucking get me started on lazar (and park to an extent, never really liked her)
lazar - isr@eli, mossad, the exact fucking thing these asswipes claim to hate in their pretty little aesthetic allyship posts. like, shut the fuck up, man! your ''caring'' doesn't mean jack fucking shit to anyone with half an ounce of sense when you turn around and coo over the propoganda curated to make you sympathise with murderers and colonisers.
and fucking UGH the villifying of my people (any minority present in these games tbh) vs the "i'll make him better" mindset surrounding white characters/villains.
look at hadir, salazar, the federation as a whole. I don't see anyone defending 1. a rebel trying to liberate his people, 2. a soldier choosing his countryman over another nation, or 3. the other, not much worse, side in a war.
funnily enough, when makarov (a war criminal with no qualms killing innocents) or adler (a cia agent who brainwashed someone, a complete violation of their personhood) are the characters in question, these people salivate at the opportunity to pretty up their stories, brush away their crimes, make what they've done to innocents seem like funny little quirks. richtofen, the nazi from vanguard, they're just worse version of this phenomenon.
why isn't this luxury afforded to middle eastern characters? latin american characters? asian characters? black characters? why do we have to see ourselves as savages, villains, terrorists, time and again, deemed utterly irredeemable? why can these people can wash the muck off of their favourites and parade them as remorseful and forgiven?
it disgusts me. these people disgust me.
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Diabolik Lovers DARK FATE ー Yuma Ecstasy [10]
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ー The scene starts in the entrance hall of the Sakamaki Castle
Yui: ーー Hold up, Yuma-kun!
Yuma: Tch...
Why did ya come after me!? I’m hella pissed off right now! Try and take one step closer if ya dare! I can’t guarantee yer safety!
Yui: ( ...I can’t back down now. )
( The more I prolong this, the harder it’ll be to talk to him. )
( I have to somehow lift the misunderstanding right here and now. )
Please, Yuma-kun. Listen to me.
Yuma: ...I don’t wanna.
Yui: But...!
Yuma: ARE YA FUCKIN’ DEAF!? (1)
Yui: Ugh...
Yuma: Ya never know when to fuckin’ back down! Didn’t I literally just tell ya to scram!? 
Since you’ve chosen to rebel regardless, I guess that means you’re ready for what’s next, huh?
*Rustle*
Yui: Kyah!
ー Yuma drags her to the bedroom
*Thud*
Yui: Ow...!
Yuma: Hah...Look how easily I’ve got ya pinned down underneath me. Don’t try and get all cute with me when ya can barely even fight back. 
Yui: Yuma-kun, stop...What will doing this accomplish? I’m begging you, just listen to me...
Yuma: Shut up! Ya better lay off soon or I’ll use force to ensure ya stop spoutin’ crap!
Like this...Nn...!
ー Yuma bites her 
Yui: Ah...
( His fangs are sinking into my throat...I can’t believe he’d suck my blood without consent like this... )
No...Stop...
Yuma: Hah, ya can still afford to speak, huh? Guess I gotta make it even more painful then. 
Nn...Phew...Nnh...
Yui: ...Sto...Ah...
Yuma: ...What’s with those noises, huh...? Does it make ya excited when I force myself on ya like this? 
Ya really are a slut. Nothin’ but a dirty Sow who squeaks louder from being defiled.
Yui: I’m...not...
Yuma: Then how do ya explain this, huh? Nn...
Yui: ...Ah...
Yuma: Haah...So sweet...Your blood is becoming richer...This wouldn’t happen unless you’re gettin’ off to it, right?
Just admit it. That you’re just so hopelessly shameless of a woman...
If ya do, I’ll be a lil’ more gentle with ya...
Selection
→ Don’t admit it
Yui: How could I say that...?
Yuma: So ya won’t complain if it hurts then? 
Yui: ...Please, Yuma-kun, just lisーー
→ Admit it  (♡)
Yui: ...You’re right.
Yuma: Ah...?
Yui: You’re right. I’m a slut.
Happy now? Are you satisfied?
Yuma: ...Ah.
Yui: Now it’s your turn to listen to me.
Yuma: Nah. Don’t wanna.
Yui: Yuma-kun...!
Yuma: I bet it’s ‘bout that guy...Ya wanna talk ‘bout Shuu, don’t ya!? I don’t want to hear that crap!
Why did ya cover for him!? Why didn’t ya let me punch him, when ya know damn well how I feel ‘bout this whole thing!? 
Is he more important to ya than I am, huh!? 
Yui: Why...Why would you say that!?
Even though I...I’ve been thinking about you this whole time, you’re basically the only thing on my mind...
Yuma: ...Ugh.
...I know.
Yui: Yuma-kun...?
Yuma: I know that by doin’ this, I’m only takin’ out my anger on ya...
But I can’t stop myself. 
I don’t know what to do either. ...There’s this flurry of emotions ragin’ inside of me, I can’t hold them back...
Everythin’ is a mess!
*Thud*
Yui: Ah...
Yuma: ...Lemme keep ya in my arms... Until I’m satisfied...Just like this...
...Nn...Phew...Nn...
Yui: ...! Nn...Uu...
( I can’t even breathe...As if my air is being taken away... )
( However, if that helps him calm down, I’ll... )
*TIMESKIP*
Yuma: ...Hey, I’m sorry, ‘kay?
Yui: ...
Yuma: Can’t ya lighten up a lil’ already? I’ve been apologizin’ this whole time, haven’t I? Come on, don’t sit there with yer back towards me forever and turn ‘round. 
Yui: ...
Yuma: Haah...What should I do...?
Yui: ( I know I was willing to take one for the team if it meant it would help him calm down, but I never said he could go that far. )
( I won’t forgive him, even if he apologizes... )
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Yuma: Hey, Yui. I’m beggin’ ya...At least talk to me. 
Yui: ...I’m mad, okay!?
Yuma: Ah...?
Yui: I said I’m mad!
Yuma: Like I said, I’m sorry...I went a lil’ overboard. 
But can ya really blame me? I have no limits when it comes to ya. 
Yui: ...That plays a part in it as well but...
Yuma: Are ya still upset ‘bout somethin’ else too? 
Yui: You doubted my feelings for you...Even though I love you so much, how could you...?
( I won’t deny that Shuu-san and the others are dear to me as well. )
( However, Yuma-kun is special...He’s the only man on this earth which I love... )
( We fight like this at times, but I want to spend my life with him. )
( Right now...And in the future as well... )
*Rustle rustle*
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On certain CGs, little black roses will appear on the screen. If you click on them, you get an extra line of dialogue.
“...I don’t want to be stuck in place forever. I want to grasp the future with my very own hands. A future with you by my side, obviously.”
“If possible...I’d love to just stay with you like this forever...”
Yui: ...Hey, Yuma-kun? Is the past that important to you? 
Yuma: Eh...?
Yui: Are these present moments not enough for you? Or the future which lies ahead? Is this time we spend together...just no good? 
Yuma: ...Yui... 
ーー ‘Course it is. 
What truly matters are the present and the future. The time spent with ya. Isn’t that obvious? 
Yui: ...Yuma-kun...
Yuma: But I need resolve. 
I’m not obsessin’ over the past. However, I gotta learn to come to peace with it, or else I’ll never be able to face ahead.
I wanna know what happened in my past, so I can walk towards the future with ya. 
I want to confirm with my very own eyes and ears...What truly happened back then, and what is the truth.
Yui: ...And you won’t lose sight of yourself again? You won’t go rampant and risk your life either?
Yuma: I won’t. I promise.
I can’t swear on God since I don’t believe in the guy but...I will keep my promise. 
...Swearin’ on ya instead, ‘kay?
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Yuma: ...Nn...
Yui: Nn...Yuma-ku...
Yuma: Sh...Not another word. ...Nn...Phew...
Monologue
While pressing our lips together,
I recall Yuma-kun’s words. 
The present over the past, he said.
He admitted that he values our future (未来) together much more. 
I felt so happy to hear that, I was nearly brought to tears. 
His feelings are conveyed to me, through our intertwined fingertips (繋いだ指先)ーー
I deeply vowed to myself,
that I would never, ever let go of this hand. 
...Exactly, no matter what happens. 
ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー 
Translation notes
(1) Literally he simply repeats the sentence from before and adds ‘ttsutendaro’ which means ‘I’ve been telling you ~’.  However, I felt like that didn’t quite reflect the sheer ANGER in his voice, so I went for a somewhat more aggressive translation in English. 
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kyunisixx · 3 years
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a little death
a/n: first of all, omg. I wrote this in maybr, 3 hours in total? Second, I wanted to experiment so I switched from the usual third person to first person just to try things out. I was also listening to A Little Death by The Neighbourhood while writing this to get me on the right mood and it might help if you listen to the song while reading this. So, Bonzo smut y'all I never thought I'd see the day, this is definitely a catharsis for I cannot stop thinking about Bonzo in 1977 onwards specifically (ugh dad 🤤). But anyway, here goes porn with barely any plot lolololol.
theme(s): very very nsfw (fingering, soft dom-ing if you'd call it) 😋
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pairing: john bonham x fem!reader
“John...”
I gasped as he softly bit down on my bottom lip, I gingerly pulled at his hair, nudging him back so I could pull away. “John, wait.”
He huffed in slight exasperation, “What is it?”
I bit the inside of my cheek as I stared at him, a small crease forming between his bushy brows. His mouth was swollen, the red lipstick I wore earlier that night smudged all over his mouth like an abstract art from a careless passionate artist. His usual, soft and neat hair now unkempt from my fingers running through it for the past couple of minutes. There was a taint of pink in his cheeks and his irises had become fully dark in the dim light of the room.
“I'll be right back. Wait here, alright?” I stood up from his lap, pulling down my skirt from where it was pulled up and caught his parted mouth one last time before I strode out of the room to the guest bedroom where I had sneakily hid my surprise. Today was our third year anniversary, which we had celebrated with a simple dinner at a fancy restaurant. The ride home was silent and innocent until it was not when I cheekily placed my hand on his inner thigh which ended with my back colliding on the wooden door of our home the moment it was closed shut. As I gently pulled the stockings up and stepped into my stilettos with my lipstick redone, he called out, “How long is it going to take?”
I smiled and shook my head, “Don't be so impatient.”
I walked out, taking careful steps to not cause too much noise from my heels. “My love, how could I not be? If I didn't know better, you've been there for more than an hour!”
“Always so dramatic, are you not?” I stood in the doorway, my lips curled into a playful smile. His face was unreadable except his eyes, it shamelessly slid down to my form with intensity that had me fiddle at the ribbon attached to the lingerie top. My foot crossed the other as I tightened my thighs hotly. Then rumbling softly in the dark was his voice, “Come here.”
My heels echoed as I strode over to where he was and stopped in front of him. Then he pulled me closer towards him between his parted thighs. His hand found their way from my outer thighs, to my hips, waist, to my ribs before they slid back down to the crease of my waist, marveling at the indents and lines of imperfection littered all over my skin. He leaned down and sealed a lingering kiss right below my belly button and I placed my hand on his head, running my finger on his hair as I sighed.
“Do you like it?” John stared right up at me. The gentleness of his touch contrasted with his eyes. He said nothing and pulled at the back of my thighs, finding my place once again on his lap with a squeal. His hand glided across the bare skin of my back, leaving goosebumps in its wake and it stopped at the back of my neck which he pushed forward with a slight roughness. He met my mouth with a searing kiss, each second robbing me of the ability to catch breath. 
He tasted of wine we both shared earlier that night with a strong addition of nicotine. Then after a while, it only tasted purely of him. 
I undid the rest of his shirt, my hand slipping inside and found the skin of his warm skin. I moaned inwardly as I dug my nails on his side, my hands greedily gripping on every soft flab of skin I could reach. 
A man.
He pulled away, panting softly and kissed my cheek before he whispered, “Stand up.”
I almost wobbled as I got up to my feet, he took a grip of my hips and none-too-gently turned me around, facing the full length mirror placed on the side of the bed. I took in the sight of my heaving chest and flushed cheeks, then his head appeared on my side, meeting my eyes on the mirror. 
John's finger hooked on the side of my bottoms, his gaze never leaving mine as he purposely dragged the clothing down until they pooled at my feet. I stepped out of it with a pat of his hand on my leg, then his head disappeared behind me before I felt his lips on the top of my behind.
“Sit.”
I obliged, no other words or protest left for me to say. My body was on flames and right at the moment, I needed nothing more but his unrelenting attention and the promise of what's to come. The top came off soon after, his hands now on their journey all over to where they could reach, making sure not one area was left untouched. They landed on the side of my breasts and cupped both flesh, each one heavy with need on his palm.
I jolted as he pinched, his eyes gauging my every reaction on his touch. He licked a bold stripe from the base of my neck, ending it on the tip of his tongue at my earlobe and I shuddered as he whispered, “Open them for me.”
His sharp intake of breath hissed in the dark at the sight, my legs pulled up, baring me open. The hungry look on his face sent a wanton quiver in my center. 
“You're drenched and I've barely even started.” he almost seethed, a hand now making its way to my inner thigh and stopped. A desperate whine resonated from my throat and he laughs, “What do you want me to do?”
“Please, baby.”
“Tell me or I'll leave you like this.” I flinched as his hand raised in the air and smacked the soft skin of my thigh.
“I wan- I need you to touch me, John. Please,” my voice cracked at the end, my eyes now filling with tears from my utmost frustration.
His other hand wrapped around my throat and placed his cheek against mine, “Good girl. That wasn't too hard, was it?”
A long moan of relief was the only thing I could muster as his rough palm met the delicate warmness of my center. My eyes rolled at the back of my eyes and I leaned back on his shoulder until he clutched my jaw and forced my face to the mirror again. “Do not close your eyes. Watch yourself.”
I nodded and watched as his index finger disappeared inside of me, a second finger following right after. His other hand still wrapped around my neck and gave a soft squeeze.
“Bloody hell, you look beautiful like this,” he murmured, three fingers now in as he found a steady rhythm. My own hand gripped on his wrist tightly as my body moved to its own accord to meet his hand. “John. John, please.”
I didn't know what I was begging for, his name was the only thing I could utter along with other strings of curses. Then the hand on my throat slid down, stopping at my quivering center and pinched my aching nub.
My thighs clamped shut as I convulsed in his hold, bolts of pleasure spreading all over my body up to the tips of my toes and I collapsed on top of him, gasping for air.
“I hope you're not too tired. I am far from finished with you.”
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angstyaches · 2 years
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2. 4, 18, and 21 for charlie? <3 (my first thought was something CT-related…)
Ooooh, yes, good idea!!
2. “I’m sorry. I tried to make it. I’ll clean it up.”
4. “I-I need to sit down.”
18. "Something's wrong. I really don't feel good."
21. "I don't think I'm okay."
Sickie Dialogue Prompts
CW: emeto, demon possession, open ended/not much comfort but still kinda fluffy (I think)
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"I tried so hard to make it," Charlie lamented, spitting bitterly into the toilet. "I'll have to clean it up..."
We have telekinesis. The voice rippled so strongly through Charlie's head that it might as well have been beating a baseball bat against his eardrums. We can make a mop clean it up all by itself.
Trembling, Charlie gulped over another wave of nausea. His stomach felt like it was tearing itself to shreds on the inside. "Don't have the energy for that, CT. I don't - I think something's really wrong. I don't feel good."
Yes, I know that. I can feel your stomach rebelling, too, you know.
"Shut up, shut up," Charlie whimpered, clutching his belly with one hand and propping the other on the edge of the bath. He hoisted himself up, black and multicoloured spots flitting across his vision as he moved. his legs tingled, although he hadn't really sat on them for long enough for them to go numb... They were just so... unbearably unsteady...
Some of the spots, he thought, congealed to look like bacteria under a microscope, before slithering together into the outline of a humanesque figure, so transparent that if you blinked, you might have thought it was just a smudge on the surface of your eye and dismissed it.
But as Charlie felt a hint of pressure by his waist, and found himself guided gently into an upright position, he knew it wasn't just a smudge.
"Thank you," Charlie groaned, stumbling towards the sink for some water.
Don't make a habit of it.
A bitter laugh escaped Charlie's raw throat. He ran the water and ducked his head under the flow, praying it wasn't going to make a sudden reappearance once it hit his stomach. He could practically feel it bob under his hand, jolting in surprise at the sudden surge of new contents.
"Ugh," Charlie coughed, covering up his mouth as a tight, wet belch squeezed up his chest. "I really don't... I don't think I'm okay?"
Should I call Shayne for you?
"No, stay off my phone." Charlie felt his jaw shudder open at the arrival of another horrible belch. "I just need to sit down somewhere."
Somewhere that's not the floor?
Viscous fluid flooded Charlie's mouth as his stomach lurched, and a deep belch exploded from his throat. He scrambled back towards the toilet seat, not caring that his knees dragged through the mess that had been left there when he hadn't been quite quick enough last time.
Hot sick splashed into the toilet.
I see. The floor will have to do for now, then, huh?
Human Charlie couldn't respond beyond letting out a whimper, before he was choking on another gag.
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lavishedinjimin · 4 years
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bts reaction -> their girlfriends acting bratty
> all of the gifs I use in every reaction posts aren’t mine! just wanting to clear that out of the way. <
UNEDITED
Namjoon: 
"Baby, shhh, quiet, quiet," Namjoon giggles, pressing his index finger against his lips to signal you to keep quiet across the room. He sits on the couch with his legs crossed, on a phone-call meeting with his members while he gawks at you with a stern glare. 
You were wearing a short skirt, obviously teasing him all because of your playful mood. "Joon..." you teasingly moan, slowly bending over until the hem of your skirt hikes up your skin. Namjoon clenches his jaw, leaning back on the couch as he unconsciously manspreads. He lifts his arm up on the cushions behind him, observing your actions like a predator. 
You like how he reacted so you lift your skirt up with your hand, showing him your panties. Giggling when he bites his lip, you wiggle your ass in front of him without any second thoughts. 
But as soon as he puts the phone down, you let out a shriek when he unexpectedly grabs you by the waist and forcing you down to sit on his lap. Namjoon chuckles menacingly, wrapping a hand around your throat as he presses your back against his chest. "Someone wants attention," he whispers in your ear with a smirk, "If you want my attention so bad, baby, you could've just asked. Not make me stutter my fucking words when I'm on a call." 
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Seokjin: 
Seokjin was exhausted from working all day, but yet he still finds the time to cook you dinner as a surprise. You didn't hear him enter your apartment as he just started to prepare the ingredients. Yawning here and there, he fights back the urge to just lay down on the couch and sleep until the morning, just to treat his baby girl. 
"Babe!" your voice startles him for a moment, but it warms his heart finally seeing you. Embracing him in a backhug, your eyes expand as you take an inhale of the delicious food he's cooking. 
"Why didn't you tell me you're gonna cook, babe?" you pout, "Let me help you at least!" You take the pan away from him, ignoring his "no's". 
“No thank you, Y/n. Be a good girl and just wait for me, okay?" He gives you a kind smile, although you furrow your eyebrows at him. 
"Noooooo! You're tired, Seokjin. Just rest for a couple of hours. I can skip dinner!" 
"Y/n," he sighs deeply, "baby just sit on the couch and wait, okay? Let me do this." 
"No, Seokjin! You're tired and I—" 
"Listen to me," he warns with a stern voice, eyes burning holes into yours. You gulp in pure nervousness. "I love you baby, but just let me take care of you. I don't want you worrying over me." You pout at him, "But..." He leans closer and presses a tender kiss on your pouting lips, chuckling at you, "I said what I said, Y/n. There's nothing to worry about." 
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 Yoongi: 
 The doorbell caused Yoongi to panic, immediately thinking that someone might've broken into his studio – but it was only you. "How did you..." Yoongi sighs when you giddily roll his chair away from the desk, keeping him away from doing work as you sit on his lap. 
"How did you get inside here, huh?" 
 "You told me your password, silly!" you giggle, booping his nose. Yoongi grunts and scoots back towards the desk, trying to push you away. 
"Y/n, didn't I told you to wait until I finish? You shouldn't be here." 
"No!" you puff, crossing your arms together in front of your chest. "I wanna stay here with you!" Your boyfriend quirks a brow, running his tongue against his lower lip. This action made you fight back a bratty laugh. 
"Oh yeah?" he teases. "Mhm. I do what I want, Yoongi— oopmh!" Suddenly with force, Yoongi pushes your body down to lay you across his lap, stomach pressed against his thighs while he had easy access to your ass. He doesn't hesitate to spank you roughly through the fabric of your clothes, making you whine. "Have you forgotten your place, babe? Hm? " he spanks you again, harder. You close your eyes as you dwell in the feeling. "You wanna do what you want, huh, baby? That's what you want?" He asks, and you nod your head up and down, "Then you’re gonna stay here, right over my lap and wait until I finish." 
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Hoseok:
"Baby, c'mon now," he warns, eyes glaring at you intensely. "I've told you many times before that you can't come with me to practice."
"Why noooooot!" you dragged the vowel out, pouting your lips on purpose just to make your point across. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pulled him closer to you as a playful smile paints across your face.
Hoseok fights the urges to just pin you against the wall and make you aware of what’s about to come when you push him further like that. “We have seven hours of practice baby. You’ll just be bored.”
"I won’t! I promiseeeee! Please please please? Pretty pleaaaaase?"
"No, baby." He states simply.
"Ugh, whatever," you scoff as you start walking away from him. However, this didn't sit well with him. Hoseok chuckles and grabs your arm, spinning you until your bodies were touching each other's. "Stop acting like a brat," he speaks lowly, "you don't want me to punish you."
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Jimin: 
Jimin's a brat tamer — for all that we know. He likes discipline and absolutely despises when you don't obey his rules. Even though you had learned not to rebel, you can't help but push his buttons now and then. 
"Jimin!" you yell, speed-walking to the living room where he stands. "Let's go?" 
Jimin furrows his eyebrows as he studies your body, eyeing you from top to bottom. He suddenly scoffs, "You aren't going out dressed like that." 
Pouting, you reply, "Why? What's wrong with this?" you scan your outfit that is clearly not appropriate for the cold weather outside. You knew that he was going to say something about it, everything was entirely your plan — but you decide to act dumb. 
 "Babe," he sighs, stroking his hair back, "Go and put on a jacket or something. We're not going anywhere until you cover up." His gaze on you was sharp, those sultry eyes unwavering. 
You cross tour arms together, "Just say that you don't like it when I show skin, Jimin." 
Oops. Too much? 
You saw his demeanor instantly changes, as he firmly grabs your waist and pulls you to his chest. "No. That's not what I said. I just don't want you to catch a cold. Are you kidding me?”
Although you try to show him that you're pissed off by rolling your eyes, you were enjoying it deep down. You placed your hands on his chest and tried to push him away, "I'll wear whatever I want to." 
"It's not about that. Are you fucking foreal?" Jimin runs his warm hands down your exposed arms, clicking his tongue as he shakes his head side to side. "Baby, you need to know that I'm saying this because I care for you. You know I always let you wear whatever you want. But it's fucking freezing outside and I don't want my baby to get sick." 
"No." 
Hah. There we go. 
"No?" he quirks a brow, smirking. "Ahh, baby. I think you're being excessive, huh?" He holds the back of your neck with one hand, the other pressing against your lower back. "Do I have to teach you another fucking lesson?" 
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Taehyung: 
Taehyung didn’t mind that you sometimes act a little bratty — he even calls it playful. He believes that there’s nothing wrong with acting a little goofy between two partners. 
But there’s a line. There’s a complete difference with acting playful and plain misbehavior. 
And you crossed that line. 
“Y/n, don’t talk to me like that. Just let me explain.” He sighs, the tiredness in his voice was evident. He was tired of you constantly shouting and yelling, just because you had suspected him that he’s talking to another girl when in fact was his cousin. You just wouldn’t listen and let him explain.
“No! Just get out of my house and fuckin’... I don’t know, fuck that bitch.” You spat the words without thinking, standing up from the couch as you try to make your way to your bedroom. 
But your heart almost stops when you felt a hand wrapping around your throat, Taehyung’s front pressing up against your back as his lips ghosts on the skin of your neck. “Don’t you walk away like this. Let me fucking explain for once and keep your mouth shut,” he growls deeply, causing chilling shivers to run throughout your body.  
Taehyung spins you around and his chest clenches to see your big doe eyes gawking up at him. “She’s my cousin, for god’s sake, Y/n! Why won’t you let me explain?” A wave of guilt starts to weigh your body while you tilt your head down. You were about to open your mouth but he was faster than you. “Want me to prove it to you? I can make you read our conversation if you don’t trust me enough.” Taehyung scoffs, rolling his eyes, “I guess you don’t really trust me, do you?” 
“No! That’s...” your voice appears softer, completely out of words to say, “I’m sorry, Tae—”
“You better be.” He snaps, suddenly grabbing your wrist before leading you to the bedroom with long strides of his feet. “After I’m done punishing you and teaching you another fucking lesson, I hope you’re truly sorry.” 
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Jungkook: 
“Hmm, don’t start that attitude with me, baby.” Jungkook smirks, pointing his finger at you.
“Jungkook, please! I’m gonna pay you back, I swear!” You pout as you stare at the screen in front of you, as if having a staring contest with the pair of Chanel heels that you wanted to purchase.
Jungkook chuckles and scoots closer to you, swinging his right arm around your shoulder, “Oh, darling, money’s not the issue here, you aren’t paying anyone back,” He rasps, making you look up at him with expecting, excited eyes. “But I’ve already bought several items for you today, wouldn’t you think that it’s enough?” 
Jungkook kisses your cheek, firmly holding your jaw in place as the pout doesn’t wipe off of your face. “Do you want more?” He asks. 
Without thinking, you reply instantly, “Yes.” 
“Oh, I think I’ve spoiled my girlfriend too much,” he sighs while shaking his head side to side. He stretches his arms up in the air, groaning. “That’s enough online shopping for today, baby.” 
“No!” you whirl your head to his direction, eyebrows furrowing. “For this pair I’ll pay you back with my own money, okay? Please? Jungkook pleeeaaase?” Your hands hold onto his forearms, shaking his arm to further persuade him to buy you this one pair of heels. “It’s on sale!” 
In a quick motion, you squeak when he forces you down on the couch, back hitting the cushion as he quickly hovers above you. You gulp, watching his pupils dilate. 
“Enough is enough, baby. Do you want me to call you my spoiled brat, huh?” He was fast to pin your wrists up above your head, trapping your legs under his own so that you can’t escape. 
Jungkook leans down slowly, watching the way his tongue prods out to lick his lips. “If you wanna act like a spoiled little brat, then you should be treated like one, right?” 
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