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unmaskthewriter · 1 year

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Sacrifice {Kratos x F!Reader}

Summary: The Gods give and the Gods take away, and Kratos is all too familiar with the latter.

A/N: This has been sitting in my Google Docs for quite some time, and I’ve finally decided to release it to the world.

I do not give permission for any of my work to be copied, published and/or translated on any platform including Tumblr.

Warnings: depictions of violence, suggestions of character death

W/C: 1511

GIF NOT MINE, CREDIT BELONGS TO @BOLTFINGER ON TWITTER

In which Kratos wages a war he will never win.

“I came to these lands to escape my past, to start a new life. I can hide no longer. I do not want this war,” He begins as everyone begins to gather around inside the temple, “we have suffered enough.” He turns away for a small moment. You stand alongside the shield maidens, former Valkyries. While you never fought a Valkyrie before, Atreus told you enough of his adventures of doing so with his father.

You’ve known Kratos for some time, having encountered him in Vanaheim after rescuing Freyr. You were Birgir’s younger sister, and had proven yourself useful as a guide to the former God of War and the young Atreus in Freya’s stead. As a reformed traveler, you knew how to hold your own in a fight and proved yourself to the Spartan, not that you tried to. He was quite distrustful of you in the beginning considering your past and his experience with Travelers. You couldn’t blame him.

You sit across from Kratos, and beside Atreus in the rowboat as you travel through the many channels of Vamaheim. Mimir’s head rested on your lap. You felt the gaze of the god across from you.

“Do not let this sword misguide your judgment,” You tell him with a small smirk as he eyes you. “It is a path I no longer walk.”

“What made you decide to become a Traveler in the first place?” Atreus asked, looking over to you.

“Oh laddie, I’ve already told you this story-“ Mimir interjects to which you chuckle.

“It’s fine, Mimir. I enjoy the curiosity. Growing up, Birgir and I could only make ends meet through hunting or other odd ends such as ridding villages of raiders and such. So when we heard that someone was promising endless riches and Valhalla, well… anything sounded better than how we were living, lad,” You explain to Atreus, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder, “The most important thing is realizing that sacrificing who we were was not worth any riches the Allfather could have promised us. So we left the ways of the Travelers and started defending the realms again from those who meant harm.”

“Prophecy did not lead us here, nor will it win this battle. Wars are won by those that are willing to sacrifice everything. If that is the cost of vengeance, so be it.” Kratos continues as Freya steps forward.

“Odin has taken so much from us already. The realms have suffered enough,” She paces back and forth as she speaks, “no matter the cost. This ends today.” She takes her place beside Kratos.

“If going out in a blaze of glory means Odin burns too, then that’s where I’ll be… with a big, fat smile on my face.” Freyr steps forward with a mischievous glint in his eye. ‘Surely he’s imagining all the ways he will get his hands on Odin,’ You think.

“For Brok.” Atreus vows as he steps forward toward his father. Kratos pulls the Gjallarhorn from the back of his belt and walks toward us, raising the horn to his lips. We watch in awe as the realm towers open in sync with each other as the horn’s tune blows through the temple. A purple mist exhibited from the horn before disintegrating into thin air.

Behind you, the door to Asgard opens and Kratos pauses, looking at you, then everyone else. You both share a look between each other for a fleeting moment. That is all your feelings towards the God of War ever amounted to — quick glances and unspoken thoughts.

“Ready yourselves.” He warns before leading us through the realm tower doors into Asgard. As we enter, explosions are heard and seen overhead. Elves are flying towards the impenetrable walls of Asgard. Off in the distance, war machines fire up and aim their fire towards the Realm Towers.

“The Muspelheim Tower has fallen.”

“And if Odin goes after Niflheim next…”

“They’re trying to shut out Ragnarok!” Freyr exclaimed in a frustrated tone.

“We gotta stop those War Machines!”

Freyr leads the Shield Maidens to aid the Elves on their assault. Meanwhile, Kratos leads Atreus, Hildisvini and yourself to the War Machines. You tear through enemies, getting caught up in the lust and chaos of battle. Upon arriving at the war machines, Sindri sets up the equipment and destroys one of them. People wail and cry out for help in response.

“W-wait… look!” You call out, placing a gentle hand to Kratos’ back and pointing to the distance as Ragnarok emerges.

“You see the size of that thing? I think we’re gonna win.” Freyr speaks confidently with Ingrid in hand as he emerges from the fight. Suddenly, the rock behind him collapses and he swiftly turns, using his magic to deflect and toss the boulder aside.

“I mean.. if they don’t kill us first.” Freyr huffs. Freya takes a step towards Kratos.

“Why have you stopped? Ragnarok is here. We finally have Odin right where we-“ Without waiting another moment, you step between her and Kratos.

“We will not risk the lives of innocent people, the people who used to call you Queen, for vengeance. We will seek out Odin.” You insist, looking up to Kratos who seems mildly surprised at the initiative.

“That’s suicide.”

“Perhaps but it is a death worth dying for if it means justice for the nine realms.” You explain, searching Freya’s face for an answer or emotion.

“If Odin gets away.. so help me.” She warns, glancing at Kratos who only nods.

“I know.” Kratos begins instructing the elves, led by Hildisvini, to lead the Midgardians to safety.

“Freya and I will do what we can to slow Ragnarok.” With that said, Freyr flies off towards Ragnarok with Freya close behind.

Just when you thought you would move forward with your goal, Ragnarok slams his hand down upon the earths, causing a tower of rocks to come tumbling down above you all. Immediately, you and Kratos move into action to prevent the boulder from crushing anyone.

“Go, Atreus! Protect Sindri! I’ll meet you at the Flaw.” Kratos demands. Atreus reluctantly abides by his fathers command. With the help of Kratos, you are able to push the large rock aside. Before you’re able to catch your breath, the two of you are surrounded by Einherjar. You unsheathe your sword.

“Go find Atreus, I’ll hold them off.”

“I will not leave you alone.” He insists, tightly gripping his axe.

“This fight is only meant to delay, now go!” You push him out of the way as an Einherjar moves to strike. You parry their move and strike back. The fighting feels endless and you are near collapse by the time you are surrounded by lifeless bodies. Weakly, you sheathe your sword and scale further ahead in search of Kratos and Atreus.

Kratos found Atreus and Sindri at the Flaw with a girl with untamed, red hair that resembled fire. The Asgard Tower had just begun to crumble from Atreus and Sindri’s assault.

“Where’s Y/N?” Atreus asked, looking to his father desperately seeking an answer.

“She’ll be alright. Who is the girl?” Kratos demands an answer as the group pushes further into the fight.

“Hi! Thrud Thorsdottir.”

As the group carried on in their search and fight for Odin, to put an end to his tyranny once and for all, you continued your push past what seemed like endless waves of enemies through a haze of smoke. Just when you thought you would find a moment’s rest, you hear a voice behind you.

“Just when I thought the Travellers were a dying breed. It must be my lucky day.” You turn around slowly to see a Valkyrie pacing before you. She is donned in golden armor, an enemy you’ve certainly never faced before.

“Incredibly strong and unforgiving… unpredictable at times…” You hear Atreus’ voice in the back of your mind. Weakly, you unsheathe your sword and begun muttering a Traveler’s prayer.

“Let’s end this.” The Valkyrie demands before levitating into the air and beginning her assault. You deflected her attacks and parried when possible. Atreus was right when describing how difficult and unpredictable they could be. There were only mere moments you could catch your opponent off balance. Most of your armor was gone at this point, you had nothing left to defend yourself. You looked to the Valkyrie as you felt exhaustion slowly working you.

You couldn’t give up here. What would they tell Birgir? He probably didn’t even know you were here.

With one last wind of strength, you pushed a final assault on the Valkryrie, landing blow after blow. You swiftly knock her off of her feet, and tear her wings from her body. Bruised, injured and bloody, you begin to walk away, leaning down to grab your sword from the ground. You feel your body slowly crumble without much resistance as you collapse, allowing the darkness to consume you.

Wars are won by those that are willing to sacrifice everything.

#god of war #kratos x reader #god of war ragnarok #atreus #god of war fanfiction #angst #kratos #kratos god of war #gow ragnarok #gow kratos

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bozawarriorsposting · 3 days

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The Damned Four Warriors AU

You know all those cats that everyone in the fandom always asks how they got into Starclan, what if Starclan themselves started asking that same question?

This AU follows four cat's that were let into Starclan originally now being put into 'probation' after they don't improve as people in the slightest. Four spirits get sent back to the mortal realm and do Starclan's (Clear Sky's) will or get booted to the Dark Forest. I am not entirely sure what that 'Will' is mind you, but things from fighting back Dark Forest spirits (which are a bit more "dark nightmare creatures" in this AU) and orchestrating some of Starclan's less ethical mortal meddling. Essentially, every time Starclan begins to screw cats over and random events happen that allow for prophecies to succeed, these four are the ones sent to do it. Suicide Squad but with Ghost Cats if you will.

Now, you might say that throwing a bunch of already angered and restless spirits who all died violently into situations which will only further anger and hurt them isn’t a good way to make them better, and you would be right.

The line up:

Mudclaw: His coup attempt enraged Starclan and there was a lot of debate, but his life of being basically a model Warrior: traditionalist, brave, ready to fight, and reverence for Starclan got him enough good boy points for them to let him in. Also his 'lawyers' (spirits on his side) basically just blamed Hawkfrost for everything. However, he was not content with this, and as Mudclaw increasingly began to stew in rage and bitterness over his smiting and Starclan's intervention in Windclan, they started getting nervous. Starclan spirit's do have some power over the real world, not a lot, but enough to where one rogue Starclan spirit could cause a lot of problems. So they kicked Mudclaw into this group to keep him under control and generally just give him something to do.

Ashfur: Was let in for generally the same reasons as Mudclaw, but slightly less so. He wasn't that exceptional of a warrior, but Starclan was currently still panicking over the existence of The Three. Ashfur was convincing enough and the Higher spirits didn’t really want to deal with anything regarding any of the three for now (also they don’t particularly like Squirrelflight) so they generally just gave him the benefit of the doubt. As his obsession continued in Starclan however, the powers that be basically saw the plot of TBC coming. Ashfur is here so they can keep an eye on him and keep him away from anything important.

Needletail: Out of the four, she is the one that Starclan came closest to just chucking into the dark forest. The whole “Kin” incident angered them greatly, as Clancats betrayed their own at the whims of rogues. Her heroic sacrifice won them over enough to let her in, but Needletails general aversion to authority and caustic side remained. Basically, when they got this idea, she was already on the short list of cats they wanted gone.

Appledusk: After Mapleshade went on a rampage (which was partially their fault) they wanted someone to blame alongside Mapleshade, so they settled on Frecklewish. However, as Maple then became a major river demon that drowned apprentices and inflicted generational curses, fingers started pointing again. With everyone else involved being either a leader or a medicine cat (both of which would implicitly lay blame on Starclan) Appledusk was the next one up to get thrown under a bus.

The four are thus no longer Starclan cats, they have been cut off from the stars and their connections to the ancestral plain (I will go more into that later). They can freely roam the earth and each have certain powers that let them influence the mortal world. Also, due to them not being associated with Starclan, at least officially, they can be made easy scapegoats if things go wrong and either the mortals or other Starclan cats start having questions.

This is all overseen by Clear Sky, (if this is a suicide squad anaology, he is the “Amanda Waller”) who was ‘chosen’ (decided) to guide them and punish them if necessary. He is essentially a lesser god and the one that gives them their orders. The question of what is Starclan’s will and what is HIS will is one that tends to pop up.

Feel free to ask questions and also suggestions, this is very barebones so I would be happy to develop it. The cast is not set in stone, or the lore, or the story, or much of anything.

#warrior cats #wc #warrior cats au #appledusk #needletail #mudclaw #ashfur #starclan #au lore

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riseofamoonycake · 10 months

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Could I ask for a Chen Gong with female y/n? I know a few people who adore him so thought I'd request this for them!

ANYWAYS! HAVE A GREAT DAY/NIGHT AND KEEP UP THE GREAT WORK!

And here we are, some love for this adorable puppy! *^*

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🌳Pairing: Chen Gong x Female!reader

🌳Warnings: mention of sex, blood, death, kidnapping, imprisonment

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Among these high mountains the night is always too long for the human soul, and it should never be spent alone; someone must always stay awake to watch, observe and witness what is happening, so as not to forget. It is a law from which no one can escape and which can only be learned, and it certainly does not fail to make itself felt among the black cliffs and infertile valleys, above the dark, thick and skeletal woods, and together with the roar of enormous waterfalls with water so white it looks like funeral veils.

The inhabitants of these places are not many, because it takes great courage, sacrifice or desperation to live in a land that has so little to offer, ruthless and hungry for death; but although this people is considered ignorant and inexperienced of the world, Chen Gong knows that instead there is to trust those who live in the small villages scattered in the wild, mysterious and mostly unknown area of China, where the sun is never hot and the fog always ready to rise behind and in front of the footsteps of travelers: more than once he needed a hand to understand the road to take and complete the mission that had been entrusted to him or to find it and return to encampment, and, knowing full well the difficulty of dealing with such a place, the local people never denied it to him. In the end, by dint of passing through those places, the boy learned to know well each of those pale and haggard faces, but always ready to welcome a smile, and they to remember his: the young man that makes noise, someone calls him in a sort of affectionate greeting as soon as they hear him arriving on the narrow and impervious roads that border the mountains, opening the door of their house to look out and observe his figure becoming more and more clear

against the dark reliefs. Each time, he is surprised to find someone waiting for him, even though the number of inhabitants has often dwindled; and they are just as shocked to see him there again, in a land to which he does not belong and which can only look at him with hostility.

«It’s difficult for us to leave these places, by now they know us and hold us close: do you know how many people have tried to escape from here and, for some reason, died, disappeared or had to go back? Terrible stories fall from their lips, and even if they seem unbelievable everyone here knows they are true. But you weren’t born here, nothing binds you to the suffering that lives alongside us, so you must forget the road that leads here. Did you understand? Look for another or change your plans, but stay as far away from this land as possible before it notices you. Believe me, your fate depends on it…»

Exactly these or slightly different, the words that Chen Gong hears are always the same: all those who host him for the night, for a meal or even just for a short chat, have a frightened look as they stare at his face, and the boy understands that they are looking behind him, to see if and which shadows are following him and to stare at the brief day that disappears, inexorably swallowed up by the darkness that descends on the roofs like the net of an invisible, invincible fisherman. Whether you call it suggestion or something else, the strategist never fails to perceive these speeches on the skin; and every time he watches the moon suddenly disappear into the void black or listens to the wind roll down the mountains and bring whispers and words he cannot understand, in his heart he would like to obey those who do their utmost to save him from those places, but he knows well that, for now, avoiding that road is impossible because it is the fastest communication route for more than one strategic point, and that speed is often more important than anything, almost as much as intelligence or intuition.

Even if, sometimes, he fails in all of them.

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«No, not the wind yet! But what is happening?»

Chen Gong covers his face with one arm and with the other hand holds his belly, from which large drops of blood continue to ooze, while he seeks shelter and support against a group of high rocks that break up the monotony of the bare expanse of grass that he is going through more and more slowly as the bleeding becomes important. A few hours have passed since sunrise, and nothing has gone as it should have: the sudden attack on the expedition group of which he is ― or perhaps he should say of which he was ― part, the destruction of the camp and of all their supplies, the desperate battle and the intense chase for miles that turned into a real hunt… not to mention the spear that almost managed to hit him but in return opened a gash in his belly, and the fact that he lost both sword and horse and was divided from his companions.

And that by dint of running away, trying to avoid blows and looking behind to make sure he is no longer being chased, he doesn’t know where he is and where he is heading towards.

In addition to this, suddenly a violent and icy wind has begun to blow with such force that it prevents him from proceeding safely and forces him to stop at every small shelter that his dull eyes can see. This, the wound and the armor soaked in sweat and blood sap his energy with slow but constant energy, not to mention the tension he feels at every cry and call that he hears behind him, distant but always present: sooner or later the pursuers will reach him, and he will not have the strength to oppose them ― indeed, they will probably find him already dead, given how much blood he is losing.

Dragging himself into the small crevice that opens between the rocks and crouching under and against them, thus hoping to disappear from the enemy gaze, the strategist presses both hands on his belly, throws his head back and tries in every way to calm the breath, abandoning himself to the throbbing and terrible pain that consumes his whole body. From what he remembers and if he is not mistaken, the mountains, the peaks so dangerous yet so familiar, are too far away, he will never be able to reach them in time; and furthermore the eyes see less and less of the reality that surrounds them and, when they fixate on the rocks above them, they see moving, changeable and smoky drawings, as if above his head there were spiral clouds or galaxies of moving points that stare at him curiously. «I have to go back to the camp and warn everyone…», he murmurs in a weak voice, more to gain strength than anything else, knowing full well that he doesn’t have enough energy to really do it and that he is completely lost, «my lord… he must know…»

The unbridled rush of thoughts and the breath with it stop only for a moment, as soon as the young man hears rapid footsteps and instinctively curls up more on himself. They stop right next to his hiding place but, Chen realizes it in an extreme instant of lucidity, they come from the opposite side, so they aren’t chasing him. Whoever they are, maybe he is safe with them.

With this idea in mind, the strategist tries to move his head, at least to be able to see something and try to evaluate the situation, but something blocks him where he is: a sudden shiver of fear runs down his nape and he holds back breathing completely, dilating his eyes and witnessing the fall of a strange silence, as if he were under the sea or in the middle of the fog; the next instant, an agonizing, sustained cry explodes in his ears… but it doesn’t come from him at all. Immobilized by terror, Chen can only hear the noise of other people approaching the place, swords being drawn and clashed with inhuman violence as screams of all sorts follow in rapid succession, and finally the piercing roar of a beast that has nothing natural that makes even the rocks vibrate, only to be quickly followed by profound silence again. They are all dead, is the only thought Chen can formulate as he stares at the gray stone and the patterns that continue to swirl over it like black stars, the mad pounding of his heart the only audible noise, who was chasing me… was killed. I’m the only one left, and I’m alone. It’s over.

And he can’t even scream when, after a moment, a hand slimy with blood, entrails and other fluids penetrates his hiding place and grabs him by the wrist, dragging him away.

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«Open your eyes calmly, don’t be in a hurry. You’re not fully awake yet, you need to give your body time to adjust.»

It has been a week since you saved Chen Gong from a macabre fate, and another is appearing from the peaks surrounding the valley; yet, however few days are, you are now accustomed to the presence of the young man. You don’t mind having given him your own bed to allow him to regain his strength, sleeping is a distant dream for your mind and body; and taking care of him every moment doesn’t give you problems either, you don’t lack time to do it. If the young man wanted it, you would plunder the entire wood that surrounds the house and give him all the fruits that bend the branches of the trees, such is their number, and you would not make a single opposition: everything, just to know him in strength. You have seen so many useless deaths that now even one more day of life makes you happy, and you won’t change your mind now.

«Can you stay awake, boy?» I beg you, stay awake.

You haven’t left Chen alone for a moment for seven days. His healing is slower than you expected, but it is constant; and on the other hand, given the terrible condition he was in when you found him ― the wound in the belly was not deep, but the blade that had caused it was poisoned; not to mention how much blood he had lost and the fever that consumed him ― it is already a miracle that he managed to survive. Therefore, you shouldn’t worry and let the cures have their effect, even if the young is not yet strong enough to stay awake for a few moments, time to eat and drink something that you promptly offer him, and then fall asleep without a moan, in an unconsciousness too similar to death.

Stay awake, please. Please…

Like every time after checking the wound, cleaning and dressing it and changing the bandages, you look at his face closely and stroke his forehead with all the delicacy you possess. The boy’s cheeks are as soft as his raven hair, scattered around his head like a crown and abandoned on the pillow, and his delicate beauty emerges from everywhere: how such a person can be part of an army is a mystery to you, given how much his figure seems to possess the clarity and purity of porcelain and, having removed the armor and wrapped him in clothes of a very different make and shape, it almost seems to you that you are dealing with an otherworldly creature ― and you know them very well. Incredible, practically shameful, how it is always the most terrible and meanest action that men and gods can perform to attract the noblest souls, to seduce and blind them with the promise of honors that are not such. And the same story repeats itself over and over, endlessly, without anyone being able to stop it or simply wanting to.

Even if you don’t really feel this feeling, every now and then the doubt arises that you don’t want to save those you find on your way, but that only hate drives you: for everything they are, for what they do, and for how they keep calling you, over and over, condemning you to always answer.

«General…» As if to reply to your thoughts, Chen fidgets in his sleep, shaking his head and moaning like a newborn puppy; then he opens his eyes wide and leaps to sit on the bed, clutches the covers until he slips his nails inside and he can barely hold back a cry, terror filling his eyes and copious sweat dripping from his forehead, down his face and chest, to soak the candid robe you put on him. «My lord… Lu Bu…»

«Hmmm… no, I don’t think even if I try hard I could be him. Calm down, boy, you’re safe here with me.»

At these words, the strategist moves his gaze from the wall in front of him and slowly turns it towards you. The pallor that has taken all the color from his face makes his thin lips vermillion and the large dark eyes brighter, which now observe attentively and study you in depth; careful not to be chained by them, you come closer to him and extend a hand. He withdraws only for an instant, then remains still and lets you touch his forehead and lower his lids just a little, and bare his teeth.

«Very good! There is no more trace of poison in your blood, you are clean. Even the fever seems to have gone away», you begin in a cheerful tone and smile, rejoicing within you. Maybe this is the right time that… «How are you feeling, is something hurting? Are you hungry?»

«You are not one of them. You are not an inhabitant of these valleys… you are not human.»

You open your mouth in surprise and drop your hands. You look at each other in silence, and everything in the house freezes together with you: the sun that manages to penetrate the windows, the specks of dust that shine in the light, the air that circulates through the rooms, everything stops while you face each other with the look, and you don’t answer. Chen’s gaze becomes burning, his face suddenly colors and his tone is harsh when, finally, he speaks again and points a finger at you: «I’ve learned to know everything about these places, from their noises to how the night behind the mountains, and you have the same smell as the woods and those who live in the valleys. But you are not like them, or like me… you are something else. And I remember you, you are part of my last memories: you came to get me from my hiding place among those rocks, you killed all the soldiers who were pursuing me… you roared, and kidnapped me.»

«I rescued you, not kidnapped you. You were alone and about to die, you had more poison than blood in your body, and I prevented it. I have been taking care of you for a week and your wound is on the mend.»

«And you’re holding me prisoner.»

You keep silent again, and only then do you realize how many words you let slip and what he understood just by looking at you. You do everything to hide the agitation that shakes you, and try one last way not to completely lose your composure. «And why shouldn’t I be an inhabitant of this area, or how am I different from you?»

The young man blushes a little, but doesn’t look away. He has a lot of courage to face you in such a way, because it is desperation that moves him and he has no control over his words at all. «Because you are beautiful, too perfect to be human… especially if you live in these so sick and dark areas. You can’t hide your nature.»

You smile and blush slightly in your turn, welcoming that sort of compliment and storing it in your heart, and then you lean towards him, who takes refuge against the mattress. «Well, at this point it is undeniable: I have been discovered…», you whisper, «your mountain friends have taught you well to recognize those who do not belong to your species.»

The strategist remains silent, then tightens the blankets again and bows his head, so that thin shadows invade his face. «Why did you heal me, Goddess or Spirit? ... Do you want to eat me?»

You burst out laughing immediately, then shake your head. What is this guy thinking? «I am a Spirit. And… and do you think I would have saved you to eat you? I might as well have done it where I found you!»

«Not filled with poison and thin as I am! You want to take care of me to fatten me up, don’t deny it.»

You narrow your eyes, then take a step away from the bed. «I don’t deny that I’m feeling like doing it, you ungrateful and disrespectful, and yet that wasn’t my original idea. But if you care so much…»

Chen Gong bites his lip, turning his head away from you, so you see him shaking like a leaf in the wind. «The army… the general… did you hurt them?»

«No», is the sincere and direct answer you give him, «I didn’t take any interest in your friends or in your general; I came because I heard you. For all I know, they may already be far away, forgetting their mate.»

«Never», the tactician hisses, «my lord would never do that. He would come looking for me, he would never leave me behind!»

«Then think what you will, boy; we’ll see who’s right.»

Chen turns completely around, his back to you, and lies down on the bed, wrapping himself in the blankets and curling up on himself. He can’t escape in these conditions, he knows it well; but that doesn’t mean it has to have anything to do with you. «Yes… we’ll see», is the last thing he murmurs before closing himself in such a tight silence that not even the most ruthless torture would be able to win him, leaving you out of his world.

Without adding anything else or knowing how to continue, you withdraw from the room, leaving the young man alone with his thoughts; and all the rest of the day and into the night you try to avoid listening to the muffled sound of his sobs and crying, standing in the doorway and staring at a thin crescent moon rolling across the sky, feeling the bitterness and the guilt dancing madly inside you.

The next day and despite the events of the previous hours, Chen Gong is none the less willing to face you; but he mostly does it in silence, staring at you every time you enter or leave the room, voraciously and angrily eating everything you bring him and following you everywhere with his eyes, remaining however perfectly still when you check the wound and dress it, and meekly obeying even when you get him up to take him to the bathroom and here you wash him from top to bottom, with delicacy and care. Sometimes, his eyes leave your face to rest on the window closest to him, and a heavy shadow of anxiety and melancholy descends within them; you don’t comment, ignoring the prod that pinches your throat as you notice the scene.

The third day goes by in exactly the same way, so much so that at one point you wonder if the boy has ripped out his tongue so as not to speak; at dawn on the fourth, instead, he shows up on the doorstep and looks out at you and the trees that surround your body intent on picking medicinal herbs and fruits of all kinds.

«Oh, we’re already strong enough to stand on our own…», you comment with a slight smile, looking at him out of the corner of your eye; but Chen has shifted his gaze towards the maze of tall trunks that opens up all around you, and his face is darkening and he doesn’t know where to rest.

«If you’re looking for an escape route, know that it doesn’t exist; you can’t leave here if I don’t want to. And even if you were to kill me, this wood would not disappear: it has been here for millennia, it now lives independently of me, and it would take you months to find your way», you murmur as you approach, catching the thoughts behind his frown; and you followed him inside the house, where he hastily retired, to find him in the kitchen, near the largest window in the building and the one through which the sun enters all day long. His face is still frowning and his hands are shaking slightly as he intertwines his arms on his chest, then he looks at you and at the basket full of fragrant fruit you just placed on the table, inviting him to sit down. «They say that three conditions are required for the malevolent Spirits to completely get hold of you, and all of them must be present: you must have eaten their food, accepted a gift from their hands, and had sexual intercourse with them», he begins to say, without moving a step, «and you’ve been feeding me for more than a week. But what about the other two? What did you do to me while I was unconscious?»

«You assume that I’m a malevolent Spirit…», you interrupt him for a moment, choosing the largest apple and handing it to him, «but I wouldn’t be so sure if I were you. Sit down and eat calmly, I promise you I won’t hurt you ― I didn’t even want to do it before; and, for now, think about recovering as much strength as possible.»

In response, Chen grips his apple so tightly that it bends and cracks in multiple places. The wave of his tension reaches you like a gust of hot wind, and you face it with all the calmness you possess. «Sit down and don’t waste your food, it’s sacred. Didn’t they teach you that in the valleys?»

«If it’s your gift, I don’t want it.»

«It’s not a gift, it’s something you need to live on. How would you try to get out of here if you’re starving?»

Albeit reluctantly and after a long moment, Chen sits down at the table, right in front of you, and starts eating without taking his eyes off you. «Why did you come to me that day and save me? What do you want from me? Did you do something to tie me to you?»

Sighing just under the string of questions the boy is addressing you, you close your eyes and clasp your hands against your lap. «I think by now you know well what I want from you, all your friends will have told you what the Spirits do: not their motivations, but what they do…»

«Spirits kidnap people and keep them until they die; and although there are those who live in peace with them, even loving them and starting a family, many want nothing more than to return to their home.» You both meditate for a moment on these words, then Chen does not miss the opportunity to torment you again: «And if I know this, I miss the why instead… why? Why did you come to me?»

«You were going to die, alone. What was I supposed to do, watch you agonize and leave you like an outcast animal? They were about to mercilessly slaughter you. They hunted you for hours in the woods and the expanse… they killed everyone, only you were missing. And it doesn’t seem to me that they haven’t ravaged your body at all.»

«To die alone…» The young man pauses for a second and listens to the echo of your voice flaking against the walls of the room, then shakes his head as his tone lowers. «Why do you keep repeating that? What bothers you so much about this fact?»

«All. Everything about death and loneliness disturbs me», is your dry and bitter reply, to which you add nothing. Now it is you who is feeling tense, and you suddenly have the urge to walk out of there and leave the house for a while, if only to not see and feel his anger.

«I wasn’t alone! The army and my lord…»

«Oh sure, they were there… well, and where were they? They were with you only in your mind. They didn’t save you, and even if they had found you, they wouldn’t have made it in time.»

The table seems to be made of fire, so hot is it under your palms or against your arms; but it can’t compete with the looks you throw at each other, so full of words that mustn’t come out and that you hold back with every energy. The heart of both beats fast, it is sure of what it wants and is not willing to give in.

«I want to go back», Chen murmurs, «rejoin the others and the general, and go back to battle. I cannot stay here… and you don’t have the right to decide about my fate.»

«So you want to go back to the war, still not fully recovered and after they nearly killed you?» Your voice is shrill now, you are about to reach your limit and you know it; it is best for you to walk away, if you don’t want to lose control. «Humans and gods too, all of you have so much fun fighting and bringing nothing but evil upon each other, yet you keep us at arm’s length… who is the worst here? It seems to me that we both have faults to ponder.» The strategist does not reply immediately, and you take the opportunity to finish: «And to answer all your questions: no, what you are wearing and I have given you is not a gift, and I did not take advantage of your body while you were sleeping. I am not the monster you and the others describe, I never was; and if I am… well, I would say that I have someone in front of me to compete with.»

You don’t listen to anything nor does Chen Gong says a thing when you turn your back on him and leave, leaving the house and taking part of the light that had filled it with you, disappearing where the trees become thick and impenetrable: It is the only place where you know you can be welcomed without judgment or pain.

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Fourteen days.

Chen Gong looks down at his bare belly, stroking what is left of the wound, and sighs. The slight scar feels warm under her fingers, seems to respond to touch and vibrate; jolts of light pain radiate around and make him wince slightly, giving him an inexplicable but profound sadness and prompting him to look in front of him, out the window, at you who haven’t met his gaze for days.

I am sorry.

After the second quarrel you had, a sort of disturbance took hold of him as he thought back to the words you said to him and how sincere you were; especially since you have returned from the woods and taken care of him again, tending to his wound as you always have before, yet never looking at him or saying anything. Each time, the young man watches you come, medicate, feed and clean without a word, then disappear again for hours; and the days are slow, the nights long if you are alone, now he is aware of it ― even if he is with you. He doesn’t ask you for anything, he has also stopped looking for a fight at all costs; sometimes, he almost feels like he might just leave the house behind and walk away, and that you won’t do anything to stop him. And a part of him, he would never have said it before but now it is like this, is bitter about it. You are not exactly as the stories tell…

But loyalty calls to me.

What observes him and never lets go of his gaze is the armor: you took the trouble to clean it too from all the blood that covered it and arrange it as best you could, to then leave it to him. Now, hanging in the room that has become his, it stares at him in the sun and moonlight like a mirror, and it does nothing but call him back to war and to his duty. Duty, promise, loyalty: that is what his life is based on, his reality… and that is why, beyond what he is discovering while staying by your side, Chen still can’t stay. However…

Your power, your sadness and the desires you have are strong, they collide violently with the life he has always had; and truth be told, you don’t deserve to live with someone whose mind is elsewhere, and not with you. But perhaps something can be done…

«Spirit?»

You turn slightly in the direction of the threshold, where he has now arrived, making him understand that you have heard him; but you don’t come close, you let him do it. You avoid looking at him for a long time: every day that passes he regains light and becomes more and more beautiful, and takes one step further and further away from you. This time, however, not even your nature intervenes to hold it back, your grip is loosening and you don’t have the strength to stop it: you can do nothing towards those who have decided to escape your paradise. What is this, tiredness? Disillusionment? Annihilation?

«If you want to argue again, I can’t―», you start saying as soon as it is close enough; but he raises his hands towards you and, without touching you, signals for you to wait. In his attitude there is a great nostalgia, and this partly covers his determination; you are only hurting him by keeping him there with you. «I… I just want to talk, I promise you. Please listen to me.»

After a moment you nod, then stop tending the woods to sit on the leaf-covered ground, urging him to do the same. The wind whispers in your hair and you close your eyes, breathing hard with it; Chen does too, looking up at the trees and their rustling foliage, some of which look so much like human hair, while many of the trunks resemble gnarled, aged bodies, wrapped in that serenity that only comes with the years. They must have had a good life with you once. There are those who live in peace with the Spirits, loving them, forming a family with them. «In recent days I have had the opportunity to think, and I have achieved many things. The disappeared among the men of the valleys, the ones who came back completely changed… you met all of them, didn’t you? They stay with you ― the ones who wanted it, and you loved them with all their hearts… but there were also those who wanted to go back, and they told terrible stories of forces that kill and turn men into trees for their amusement. But it has never been like this: you told me you hate death, and loneliness. I don’t know how the other Spirits act, but you don’t want the harm of whoever you kidnap; you take humans away from their life and to give them a better one, to save them, it is your intent because you are kind. Finally, I understood it too.»

«I hate loneliness more than death», you whisper, embracing yourself, «I can’t watch it moving and devouring all that it encounters without trembling. I don’t want it to happen… but whatever I do seems to fail, to not go the right way. So, I am alone… always.»

«You know, to kidnap people is not exactly the right thing to do to fight it.»

«To save people, like you said: I give the lost ones a better existence, until they hour comes and they transform themselves into flowers and trees. You guessed it right.» You sigh, then turn your eyes on the boy and look into his, descending into his soul. «What do you want to ask me? I don’t think you came here just to tell me this… what do you really want before you leave?»

Chen Gong looks down, then clasps his hands in his lap. «I wanted to ask for your forgiveness», he begins in a subdued and sincere tone, «if I’m here it’s only thanks to you: you saved me from my enemies, you protected and healed me, and if I breathe now it’s thanks to you. When I faced you I was deeply selfish, thinking only of my desires… and in part I still am, because I keep wanting to go back, even if since I’ve really known you your company doesn’t make me uncomfortable anymore: as I said first, you are kind and care about others. Loyalty, affection for my lord drives me away from here, but…»

«I know what you are thinking, puppy, and you can’t want it both ways: either you choose to stay, or to walk away and go back to your life. A third way is not possible.»

«Oh, in reality it exists, you’re just not thinking about it.»

You widen your eyes and then frown, surprised and confused; instead Chen Gong laughs, then slowly stretches out, barely supporting himself on his elbows. «You know… I once met a man who had been kidnapped by a Spirit like you; he told me a few things about you, including the three conditions for binding men. But the most important thing he revealed to me is that he would have wanted to stay by the side of the Spirit, if he hadn’t already had a family waiting for him… and that, after some time, he had discovered the way to be tied to one of them and still remain free.» You tremble, and he continues: «In addition to the three basic conditions, a deep exchange and a communion of intentions are needed: something that binds man and the Spirit, a sort of pact where both parties get what they want, which whether or not there is a common desire; in this case, you would like me to stay here with you, safe, while I would like to rejoin the army, and yet not be completely separated from you.»

«That pact is similar to what you call marriage», you murmur, «and it is complex: if either party breaks its promises, the punishment is terrible. For example, if you swore to visit me every month and for whatever reason you missed, you would be cursed, and…» Your voice suddenly fails, and you shake your head. «You really can’t have proposed it…»

«If you think about it, it’s not something very different from agreements between humans», replies Chen Gong. A new light, full of energy and conviction, shines in his eyes: like a good strategist, his mind has found the way to victory, even if this requires being decided together with you. «Each of us would be satisfied and there would be no need to suffer: you would no longer be alone and I would not betray my oaths and feelings, and besides… besides, I would have the opportunity to make up for the respect I denied you. And I would not part with you, nor you with me.»

You keep silent, your lips trembling and a lump in your throat; even before you know it, your eyes start watering profusely, and you find yourself crying. «I hope you realize what you’ll be getting into, if you really want to do it», you manage to whisper before your voice breaks, «because… because a pact with a Spirit isn’t for everyone…» You close your eyes when the young man sits up and stretches towards you, and stay motionless for a moment while he takes your face in his hands and strokes your cheeks, then your fingers close around his and keep them still where they are.

«Of course I know what I’m getting into, and what would happen if I don’t fulfill what I promised: but I never break my word. Don’t worry, my loyalty is sure.»

«If it is the same you feel for your lord… then I can believe you», you reply, taking your hands away from his to wrap his body in your arms and pull him closer to you, to then sink your face into his chest. «The whole forest, the house and myself, all this is yours, if you promise and prove that you will not forget me and that you will come back to see me as soon as you can. Even just one night, an hour, would be enough for me…»

«And I am yours, if you promise and prove that you will allow me to return to my lord, and that you will not forget me and wait for me. In these dark places, you will be the light that will protect and guide me home.»

Letting out a sob, you pull away to look at him and sink into his eyes and allow him to do the same; then you return the light kiss he gives you on the lips with a deeper one, squeezing him more strongly against your chest and, with a slight push, roll him under you and cage him between your legs as soon as you get on his lap. Now it is you who laughs at his surprise and at the blush that violently flushes his face in seeing you tower over him and then bend down almost to cover him, your hands caressing his neck and the chest that the dress leaves uncovered. «So… one condition has been fulfilled, two more are missing and we have to formalize the oath with a small blood spill», you whisper in his ear while you lightly bite his earlobe, «although I think you have already spilled it enough.»

«Yes… but it is not right.»

You sit back up to stare at the slightly frowning expression Chen is watching you with, then bow your head to the side in silent questioning.

The boy snorts a little, then his hands grab the skirt of your dress. «Before proceeding to the second condition and that you do what you want with me… you have seen plenty of my naked body, while I have not had the same honor. So, can I have a good look at you without clothes… and worship you?»

The smile that rises on your lips is very sweet and barely breaks when you let out a laugh, only to come back again. «My, my… you are a bold one for sure, am I wrong?»

«And you like me the way I am!»

«Yes… I like you the way you are.» You switch positions, so that he is above you, and you let him have all the reins. «My body is yours, you know», you murmur to him as you tilt your head back and close your eyes, listening to the trees rustling and humming around you and breathing with them, «you don’t have to ask permission to love me.»

#record of ragnarok #shuumatsu no valkyrie #ror #snv #ror chen gong #record of ragnarok chen gong #shuumatsu no valkyrie chen gong #snv chen gong

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natsuki208 · 3 months

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Attack on Titan Season 1 Recap (1-13)

This is for my friend @teenwithautism for she has been very busy and hasn’t seen the rest of S1 yet. So I have this up as a quick recap for her so she won’t forget.

For a hundred years, what was left of humanity were secured behind three walls, until the Colossal Titan broke a hole in Shiganshina and allowed the titans in. Eren had to watch his mother get eaten by one and vowed to kill every last Titan there is.

Eren, Mikasa and Armin later joined the training corps to learn how to become soldiers, that’s where they met new friends/comrades:

Jean, Marco, Connie, Sasha, Christa, Ymir, Reiner, Annie and Bertholdt.

All of them trained for three years until they were ready to graduate and choose their rightful regiment to join, until the Colossal Titan strikes again, this time in the Trost District. Eren, Armin and a few others attempted to kill the invading titans, only for most of them to get eaten - including Eren who saved Armin from death.

Mikasa meanwhile saved townspeople from an abnormal, had her flashback on how she met Eren, and overheard the news on Eren’s death. She was understandably depressed but continued to fight, until she discovered a titan fighting back against other titans. Her, Armin and Connie made it back towards the armoury.

The other cadets made it to the armoury as well, and took out the invading titans thanks to Armin’s great strategy. Marco then gives Jean a speech on how great of a future leader he can be despair what Jean says about himself (my boys!), then they all notice the strange titan fighting back.

After the titans were killed by it, the titan dropped only to reveal that Eren was inside it all along. Mikasa and Armin were both relieved and confused, alongside everyone else. Was it really Eren that did all of it?

Meanwhile, outside the walls, veteran scouts were busy killing titans. One of them being (the fan fav) Levi, he and his squad alongside Hange did their best to slaughter most of the hoard but ended up losing a comrade in the process.

Back at Trost, Eren woke up and was confuse why the Garrison were surrounding them. Armin and Mikasa tried to defend him but the captain Kitz demanded for Eren to be eliminated immediately, for he is a titan and he and his friends can’t be trusted.

Armin finally stood up and shouted out how Eren’s titan powers could help them retake back Trost, many of the Garrison were convinced but Kitz was too overwhelmed with fear that he still gave orders to kill them. That’s when Commander Pixis showed up.

Later, commander Pixis got everyone’s attention and shared the news of Eren’s titan powers and Armin’s plan: Eren’s titan will use the giant boulder in the city and carry it all the way to the hole in the wall and block it. Everyone was giving the order to protect Eren while he proceeds, Mikasa was assigned to the main squad to backup Eren if anything goes wrong… which of course it did.

For out of nowhere, Eren in titan form attempted to punch Mikasa. Is she okay? Of course she is, but she received a permanent scar on her cheek. While she attempted to snap Eren out of it, she punched himself which knocked himself out. The Garrison noticed this and calls the plan a failure.

Armin wouldn’t give up on his friend though. He penetrated Eren’s titan body with his blade as to get Eren to wake up - Eren himself was trapped inside his own world.

Meanwhile, everyone else of the cadets were having trouble to kill the remaining titans in the city, Jean especially. But once Eren finally snapped out of it, thanks to Armin, he lifted the giant boulder and slowly made his way towards the hole. Everyone did their best to project Eren from the titans - sadly some had lost their lives in the process. The sacrifices weren’t in vain though as Eren successfully plugged the hole in Trost, the mission was a success.

Two days later, the city was still being cleaned up from dead corpses and blood…. one of these said corpses Jean found was none other than Marco (NOOO! 😭) he had no idea how Marco ended up dead, nobody did.

Eren suddenly woke up and found himself in a jail cell, watched by Commander Erwin and Captain Levi. Erwin informed him that he’ll be taken into trial about his Titan powers but he’ll be standing for him, as he believes he can be useful for humanity’s survival. Eren had no choice but to go along with it.

Will everything turn out for the best for Eren?

#attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #aot #snk #season 1 #anime recap #recap #for my friend #sorry that you’ve been so busy :(#so I hope this helps

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elegantkittycat · 1 year

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i'm watching never let me go and i actually like it and i just checked it on mdl and no one likes it in the comments? and i wonder

i mean, nevermind, to each their own but like, i saw some ppl bringing up palm, and i dunno, guess him not being all teary-eyed over his mother's death and such and i'm like. that's trauma for you. it has like, a million faces. and what, he's known that woman for a month or so? i'm not saying that to sound heartless, but it's a complicated relationship. she's never been there for him, and this time is not by choice either. of course she grew to like him, love him even, but that's a product of circumstance rather than intent, too. she would've been perfectly fine living all of her life without his son. and said son knows that. how painful that must be? it's complicated and i think it was carefully written and well-executed. Palm practically mourns a barely stranger. from his heart and from duty at the same time. a concept and a friend more, than a mother.

anyway,

the day my dad died, and after i was told through the phone i wrote a badass assignment in constitutional law. the best i ever did. i loved him dearly, don't misunderstand. his death destroyed my life and ruined practically everything in it. but you know, even after one year of it happening i don't think i had a grasp on reality much. i may even have joked some. trauma is weird as hell and Palm's reactions, his clinical attitude, his fits of depression and rage and then denial and his clinging to Nueng above anything else all rings relatable to me from my own traumas. but maybe i'm just a shitty human, who knows.

[and really this is just a side-note but Palm seems to be a guy who makes peace with bad facts of life and hardships thrown at him in a minute. he seems to accept the inevitability of suffering, of death, of lows and highs pretty easily and without much fanfare. i got a vibe from his character that he's like a deep, peaceful lake amidst the mountains. just there, calmly existing with everything. sure, when things ripple him badly he's ready to drown the offenders but it's not very personal. except in the case of Nueng.]

another one people seem to go on about, that Palm is a shitty bodyguard. i mean, yeah, really?? the whole point of the series is that he isn't a fucking bodyguard, he's just a boy who was dragged into this and fell in love, unfortunately. XD or is it just me who thinks that? i mean they point it out multiple times but idk. his dad was quite effective i think, for those what, seventeen years he protected Pipop but Palm is just a fisherboy. it is repeated like mantra throughout the show. in school they gossip about him being the son of the bodyguard forced to be around Nueng. which he technically is. Mrs. Tanya is using them both. Uncle Non's subservience and his willing sacrifices and his offering of a son Nueng's age. it's not a malicious abuse of power - it's subtle and seems justified and we're all so brainwashed alongside Uncle Non that we collectively forgot that that's a bad thing – wealthy people using us to their pleasure and convenience.... this show makes very strong points, (it seems way too subtly) imo.... and there's this strong implication in the first ep too, that Palm mostly grew up alone. he learned hard shit but his father was busy being an actual bodyguard in Bangkok, and he couldn't exactly teach his son that at the same time in some faraway village he grew up in... he must've been an absent father. of course Palm's terrible, it's a wonder he grew up to be this respectful and decent at all XD

also i'm not saying that Phuwin's and Pond's acting is the best I've seen but I don't know, tastes really do seem to differ cause i'm so uncomfortable with Chimon's acting (or presence, it's unclear at this point) omg. everyone has the hots for him and i'm just sitting here deeply uncomfortable. that's just a personal thing i guess but when i looked at his character first in this series (i never watched anything with him in it before) i thought he was fishy. and i just can't seem to shake that off. at first i thought it was the character but as it turned out he's a good guy. XD he gives me the creeps tho. idk, sorry man, i'm sure you're nice. maybe too nice. i can't believe a word he says. i'm so sorry.

oh but Perth is flawless. his is an outstanding performance and i'd love to see more of that but man if they really gonna have a series with Chimon i have to man up...

oh, and the Chopper's dad issue is a funny one too XD like, "the villain is so simple and his motivation is just money and he only talks and could've killed his sister-in-law a thousand times" etc...... i thought that was the whole point? like i seem to misunderstand everything here, but i truly genuinely thought that the villain being simple, kinda dumb and well, villain-y in a bad sorta way is intentionally disillusioned? that's why we know it's him from the get-go?! this is not supposed to be a mystery genius, this is to make us feel terrible and uncomfortable and uneasy, because that's the healthy real-life reaction to fucking criminals!? who murder their own family, no less. (i can't believe i'm saying this, being the biggest dark lord apologist in history but come on, this is not that type of fiction T_T ) he's like that because criminals are that simple sometimes?? they are big mouthed bullies sometimes? there is a reason he wasn't high up in the hierarchy and his brother looked down on him and never allowed him to manage big things?? because he's unstable, he's all talk, he's hateful, pitiful and a little dumb?? and that's a villain for you? also you wouldn't believe the LENGTHS simple people are willing to go for money... money is never an unworthy motivation, it's one of the single most important ones for criminals, business owners, bankers, bakers, kids, adults, actors and actresses', doctors, writers, your fave youtubers, moms, dads, uncles, mob bosess... you get the picture. duh.

(for me Uncle Kit's character was actually nice after the endless romanticization of criminals ~ i'm not looking at you kinn/porsche, i love you {kinda} but I'M SIDE-EYEING YOU. WTF WAS THAT AND WHY??!? SO FUCKING SICK AND TWISTED AND SORRY GIRLS but criminals are not all sweaty-sexy misunderstood and miseducated and mentally whacky and forced by their daddies but still somehow genius Vegas'?????? whatever the plural of this name is, i'm making grammar up as i go, sorry, rant over, i love you Vegas BUT WTF ~ )

all in all, i'm vibing to something entirely different than the rest. as per usual, i guess.

i especially loved Palm's mother and the difficult to swallow life lessons packed up in there. motherhood, self-love, selfishness, children, responsibilities, desires, duty, suffocation in a loving relationship, personal freedom... that was a good one. never seen that before in a thai bl either. you either have the devoted parent or the angry not so agreeable but ultimately i-love-you-and-i'm-here-for-you parent. but an absent parent by choice....... i felt like she was brilliant.

and i love Nueng's mother too. the very little we've seen of her is amazing. strong, no-nonsense but with a heart. devoted to her family, ready to kill for them but ultimately she's the one who gets almost killed. she seems the complete opposite of Palm's mother but not at the same time and i'm here for it, okay? i'm in love with that.

also i gotta admit that i haven't watched ep.11 yet but i just cracked up a little and this rant felt good to let out. sorry not sorry

and i would like to emphasize it: this post does not have an agenda to convince you to love a series that you don't enjoy or anything. we are all allowed to feel differently about everything under the sun (and above it and beyond). this is just my singular experience with a piece of media, wich provoked strong feelings and made me think about many aspects of humanity.

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The Breakers of Chaos

Once upon a time in the ancient times when demons roamed the land and the heavens stood still uncaring for the humans above.

A mischievous trickster god known as Sun Wukong, the Monkey King, who was previously trapped by the gods under a mountain to never hurt himself or everyone else again.

That was until the seven divine scrolls found their way to the demon-infested earth and a young monk by the name of Tripitaka was sent by the gods to awaken the Monkey King and find the seven divine scrolls and drive away the demons of the land.

After the Monkey King was relieved from his captivity, he traveled alongside Tripitaka, a pig monk man named Pigsy, a womanizer pilgrim named Sandy and the third prince of the Dragon Emperor, Yu Long, and eventually defeated a lots of demons on their travels and saved a lot of lives until…

They finally reached the location where the seven divine scrolls were located but just when they were about to hand them over to the heavens, Sun Wukong once more tried to take the power of the gods to himself.

Tripitaka needed to sacrifice his human body in order to summon all of the heavens upon the corrupted Monkey King, the hands of the cosmos once more deciding to trap him under a mountain…forever.

Until being sealed away once again, Sun Wukong sweared that if he ever was to escape his imprisonment…

That the heavens and all of humanity will pay and cursed that in exactly 14 centuries from then, he will escape and that no one would be ready for his fury.

And exactly at that time…

In the year 2020 AD, the Monkey King was to escape his captivity and bring chaos to the world.

The year was 2020.

Twenty years ago an event that came to be known as the Cataclysm occurred. That day…gates suddenly started appearing around the globe, eventually all opening on May 13rd 2020 and letting out monsters from the Underworld known as Breakers to do havoc on the world.

Eventually a mysterious person descended from the heavens, wielding a giant silver pole, riding a cloud, holding and wearing a golden headband…and appeared above the Zhongnanhai building in Beijing, China and in one swift move of his pole...he brought the entire building to its knees before announcing the following to the world:

“My name is Sun Wukong, the Monkey King. You may know me from your myths and legends! I have come to tell you that the Jade Emperor and the rest of the gods have fallen at our hands! They thought they could seal me away under that mountain forever?! Well now I have brought my army of Breakers and the Ox King to have some fun. All we want is some good fun. And that fun won’t end until every one of the gods and you puny humans have fallen.”

Then as soon as the mysterious floating monkey calling himself Sun Wukong said that, he vanished and reappeared in the outer cosmos of the planet before using his fiery eyes to launch a beam of flames onto the planet, resulting in some provinces, cities and even some countries being destroyed and eventually…

50% of the world’s population was killed then the Monkey King and his army of Breakers apparently vanishing once again for good. Or so humanity believed until…

4 years later, in 2024, at the Guānhóu Conglomerate’s HQ…

A mysterious man in a flamboyant red office suit and sunglasses with a wild flowing dark brown hair and monkey-like ears could be seen sitting in front of the wonderful view of his 50 floor building, this was Mr. S.W., leader of the Guānhóu Conglomerate.

As he was looking down to the view of the ground below the 50th floor, the sound of a door opening was heard, causing Mr. S.W. to look behind him and noticed a woman with green hair put in a ponytail and blue eyes wearing an office suit entering his office, this was the lead secretary of the Guānhóu Conglomerate, The Great Third Dragon Prince Yu Long.

“Mr. S.W., the plan is ready to commence. The entire North Atlantic Treaty Organization is having an organized meeting. Most of the leaders of countries from Europe and the Americas are present right now.” Stated Yu Long as she bowed in front of her boss, causing S.W. to smirk in return.

“Just perfect. Are the breakers, Iron Fan Lady, Red Child and Bull Demon King in position near the White House and the moon? I want them to know we’re serious, ya know?!” Mr. S.W. exclaimed with a grin as he looked over to Yu Long with glowing yellow eyes being seen from above the shades he was wearing.

“Yes, sir, everyone is in their exact position, shall I get you your Ruyi Jingu Bang, Golden Headband, Kinto-Un and Gourd, sir?”

“Yes, do so. And if you still are on the job, Ms. Yu Long, also prepare yourself for the worst case scenario, got it?”

“Yes, sir, yes!” Yu Long yelled before bowing and turning her back before opening the door and leaving before S.W. suddenly jumped through the window of the 50th floor and seemed like he was about to die when suddenly the floating cloud known as the Kinto-Un emerged from thin air beneath him and in one swift move the Kinto-Un took off flying with S.W. on it.

Eventually the cloud stopped right above the White House located in Washington D.C. and Mr. S.W. entered the building as if he owned it, took quick care of the guards and FBI agents guarding the place before entering straight to the Oval Office where the biggest leaders of the world were gathered to discuss matters of national peace.

The US president got up from here he was standing with a shocked look on his face and glared towards the newly arrived S.W. and Yun Long, taking a few moments to realize what was going on properly before saying:

“W-who are you?! Who sent you? Russia? China? North Korea? How did you even get in here?!”

“I’m technically Chinese, that's true, but not the Chinese government sent me. I’m here on my own volition. As for how I got here…your boys were really weak, you know?!” S.W. laughed as he pointed to the halls behind him showing the fact that all and every member of the security team present was killed in a brutal fashion.

“W-what do you want then?! S-surely there must be a peaceful way to settle this, no need for violence!” Stammered the US president in a terrified voice before Mr. S.W. started laughing maniacally.

“Simple…what I want is a massacre. Total warfare! Carnage even! I want an entertaining fight, that’s all I want. Just tell everyone in that world that unless we get that…there will be consequences. Send all the armies, all the warriors, all the fighters you have to fight me and my organization!” Shrieked S.W. maniacally as his eyes suddenly turned to red as he was laughing louder and louder until it echoed across the entire building.

“A-and if we don’t do as you say? What will happen then?” Asked one of the other presidents foolishly before his neck suddenly snapped.

Every other one of the world leaders present froze in fear as the red orbs of the Monkey King glared at them in a demonic scarlet haze.

“I didn’t finish talking. And I don’t like interruptions.” Growled S.W. before returning to his manic energetic state from earlier. “Before I start to show you the consequences…I have one question: Whose country was the president I just snapped the neck of?”

“H-he…was the president of Albania I believe…w-why…?” The president of Germany muttered out causing the grin on S.W.’s face to widen and his face to contort into that of a monkey as he grabbed his sunglasses before breaking them in his hands.

“I see, then time for a little demonstration of what will happen in case you refuse to meet our demands, Mr. President!”

The monstrous being turned his head towards one of the windows of the White House with view towards the moon and in after opening his mouth wide enough to reveal his beast-like fangs…a beam of red light escaped it and broke directly through the window, shattering it before the beam went higher and higher at crazy speeds until the light beam eventually reaching the moon, destroying half of it in the process, shocking everyone in the Oval Office.

S.W. then flicked his fingers, causing the light beam to suddenly change trajectory and returning back towards the same person that created it.

It seemed as if the beam was about to hit the now monkey-faced leader of the Guānhóu Conglomerate until it came to a sudden halt as the leader suddenly exclaimed: “Ruyi Jingu Bang come to me now!” causing a giant silver pole to fall down from the heavens and land perfectly in his hands.

S.W. smirked before grabbing the giant pole known as the Ruyi Jingu Bang and giving it a powerful shake until he eventually hit the light beam backwards, causing it to vanish into the night sky, greatly both terrifying and confusing the present world leaders.

“W-where did that beam g-go to…?” asked the US president, not sounding too sure of whether he wanted to know the answer to that or not.

S.W. turned back to face the president before a sinister look of amusement appeared on his face before replying: “You said that guy I killed was the president of Albania, right? Well… that beam I launched with my trusty pole…destroyed that entire country.”

The president's eyes widened in horror to the monkey creature as soon enough the official white house telephone rang over from the office desk of the US president.

“Well, aren’t you going to answer? Maybe it’s important.” Suggested the fiery monkey man as the president rushed to the office desk, grabbed the phone with shaky hands and answered it with a shaky voice.

“Y-yes? W-what is the matter for calling me at this hour, lieutenant?”

“S-sir! I-it’s about Albania…i-it got hit by what appears to be a nuclear missile! E-everything is gone! All the cities and the people…i-it’s as if they all vanished, sir!” Exclaimed the lieutenant of one of the US military branches, shooking the president to the core as he dropped the phone from his hands

“Y-you crazy bastard…! You…actually destroyed…Albania…” Shouted the president in almost a barely audible whisper as that reaction only caused Mr. S.W. to giggle maniacally once more.

“Hahahahah! You’re damn right I did! And that’s not everything I did! Right now I sent my personal army to pay a little visit to your guys! “ S.W. laughed with a deranged look in his eyes as the president looked down at the phone he dropped and quickly grabbed it once again to learn what horrors the monkey did.

The president's eyes lost all the hope they had left in them as what greeted him once he grabbed the phone were the screams of soldiers.

"Lieutenant! Lieutenant, do you hear me?! What happened?!" The president exclaimed into the receiver, wanting to know exactly what was going on in his country's military.

"T-they…d…demons…monsters…! W…we don't know what they are or how many of them but they are killing my men and…and…!" But as he was about to continue his conversation, the sound of some kind of creature roaring followed soon by the sound of screaming before finally every connection that the receiver had in between the president and the lieutenant came to a halt.

"Now…will you and the other global leaders agree to my terms? Give me one bit of a good and fun fight…and maybe I won't exterminate all of your kind." S.W. growled as he looked back at the president with a glare of scarlet fury.

"W…we'll agree to your terms but…w…what are you?! A demon, a grim reaper or a god…wh…what are you, monster?!?" The US president shouted in a trembling voice just as Mr. S.W. was preparing his leave alongside his secretary Yu Long.

"Hah! Don't compare me with any one of those so-called monsters, grim reapers, demons or gods…I am neither. I am the trickster…the king of all monkeys! Ever heard of me?" S.W. exclaimed proudly with a puffed chest.

"T-the king of all monkeys…t…the trickster…w…what did you say your name was again?!" The US president demanded as he punched the desk with gritted teeth, causing the primate to look towards him, S.W. 's red orbs seeming to look straight onto the president's soul.

"First off…I am the only one allowed to make demands! Know your place, insect!" S.W. shouted in a shrill voice before using his leg to kick and eventually break both the office table and the president's hand in one swift move.

The pained screams of the US president could be heard echoing throughout what was left of the White House as the leader of the conglomerate shrugged his shoulders as he continued to walk towards the exit of the building.

Eventually S.W. stopped walking and turned towards the president with a cruel twisted expression on his face and stated through fits of laughter:

"I am Mr. S.W., leader of the Guānhóu Conglomerate. Though you might as well call me Sun Wukong, the Monkey King. The same one that killed 50% of the mortal world's population."

"Y-you mean…m…my family died on the day of the Cataclysm…y…you're the monster that took away my baby girl and beloved wife…" The president yelled while holding his broken arm in pain as he desperately tried to hold off tears, which just made the trickster known as Monkey King a whole lot more amused in his twisted kind of humor.

"I…I won't give up until you're eliminated now that I know you're the real deal . If a good fight is what you want…I'll give you just that. The moment you walk out that door, Monkey King…you'll become the national enemy no. 1 all over the world." The US president threatened as he pointed towards the Monkey King who was already ready to open the door and leave.

"Heh. Sure I will! No matter what you'll do, I'm sure I'll win in the end and get the revenge I wanted to get for so long. No one can possibly best me in combat!" Mr. S.W., now revealed to have actually been Sun Wukong all along, laughed as he opened the door and started walking away from the White House with Yu Long following close behind him.

Sun Wukong stopped for a moment and noticed the fact that not even a few seconds after he left that the presidents already started calling in all the military and secret organizations on him and that s group of men wearing black were approaching him and Yu Long.

"Yu Long, take care of the trash for me, will ya! I'll ride Kinto-Un and have some fun in the meantime." Stated the Monkey King with a mischievous streak in his tone as his secretary nodded.

"Sir, yes sir! Do I have the permission to use my true form this time around?" Yu Long bowed as one of her eyes glowed red for a moment as she said that.

"Sure, go ahead. Unleash your true form…Dragon of the West." Sun Wukong grinned before calling the flying cloud Kinto-Un to him with a hand gesture and flew away with it as a blind light could be seen from below followed by what seemed to be a dragon and a large explosion.

A few moments passed before the Monkey King silently arrived onto the night sky of New York City, stopping near the Statue of Liberty before grinning, summoning Ruyi Jingu Bang and dropping it out of his hands, leaving it fall towards the city below until eventually it obliterated half of the city, with a reverb following close behind it, causing blackouts and fallouts in most nearby locations to the attack.

Eventually months passed after that incident, the US and every other country covered the event up with either nuclear warfare or accidental missile releases, only government officials and a few others knowing the truth or about the Monkey King.

Secretly a complete war between the army of Breakers led by Sun Wukong and the entire humanity began that day and most didn't even know about it.

Back in China, in the main headquarters building of the Guānhóu Conglomerate, the leader Sun Wukong could be seen sitting cross-legged in his chair, holding a glass of wine while looking over some documents plastered over his desk as Yu Long entered the office with a bunch of photos of various people in her hands.

"Is that the list of potential people that could prove a challenge or danger to my fun that I asked the Ox King and his family to provide me with?" Demanded the leader of the conglomerate before yanking the photos from the dragon prince's grasp and looking over them.

"Yes. All of these people are very powerful humans, some even being reincarnations of gods or having innate godly chi in them." Explained the secretary Yu Long to her boss before noticing that Sun Wukong was stuck looking at a mysterious boy with blue hair and purple eyes.

"Who's this, Miss dragon prince?" Asked S.W. of his secretary in a demanding manner.

"Ah, I see you're looking at Baihu Aang from the Guizhou province from Southern China. I heard from the Ox King that his chi feels oddly similar to yours and some people from the province seem to believe he may be the next Monkey King after you." Explained the dragon princess before being shocked by Sun Wukong who suddenly grasped the wine glass he was holding with insane strength until it shattered into pieces, the wine falling onto the desk and splashed the photos and documents on the table with it.

"Miss Yu Long, clean this mess." Growled the Monkey King as he got up from his chair and looked out the window to see the view below as the dragon prince frantically tried to clean the mess he made.

"I don't care about Monkey King or god wannabes but for some reason this Baihu Aang kid got me interested. So did some other ones of the people you showed me…" Said Sun Wukong with a slight grimace on his face before an idea crossed his mind. "Oi, Yu Long! I got an idea. Tell the breaker army and the Ox King and his family to make preparations!"

"Preparations for…what, sir?"

"Preparations for a tournament event of sorts! One that involves every powerful human and wannabe god from around the globe! That way we will settle on who really is the strongest! Me or some random human that is able to win that tournament! Hahahah!" The Monkey King laughed, sounding as if he hadn't been amused or excited by anything in millenia.

"But…isn't that a bit too brash about this? Shouldn't we just wait for something to-" Started Yu Long but before she could finish her sentence, he threw his golden headband in her direction, slashing Yu Long's cheek like a blade…drawing blood.

"I'm the leader. I take the shots. You are just some secretary. So stop telling me about your "ifs" and "buts" and do whatever I say! No questions asked!! So…Tell. The. Ox. King's. Family. NOW!"

"I…I apologize sir, o-of course." Shaked Yu Long before asking the Monkey King a question: "But how shall this tournament be called, my lord?"

"Hmm…the tournament shall be called the Breakers of Chaos. Now go forth and proceed with the plan." Sun Wukong smirked as his secretary left.

New York City, USA

The scene changes to showing a young man with red hair and amber eyes wearing ragged clothes standing with a shocked expression on his face as he was looking down at some fallen debris where the bloodied body of a girl was laying in a pool of scarlet as tears fell down the young man's face.

Eventually he looked down at an invitation card he didn't notice before. His eyes widened when he noticed that it was signed by the rumored Breakers of Chaos tournament he heard before…

The one said to allow the winner to get whatever they wanted…even reviving the death.

This was it…this was his chance to bring his beloved childhood friend back to life.

He will join the tournament as a fighter and…

…win.

Targu Jiu, Romania

The scene showed a young woman with shoulder length light brown hair and blue eyes that was looking on her phone at information on the fighting tournament announced by the enigmatic chinese mogul known as Mr. S.W., not that she was all that interested into fighting but her family was in desperate need of money so she had no other option.

She felt someone putting their hand on her shoulder, causing her to look behind her to see an enigmatic masked man with an invitation card in his hand.

"Are you…Ms. Ana Vulturu? I was sent by Mr. S.W. to tell you that you've been chosen to be allowed into the Breakers of Chaos tournament. Will you accept?" The masked man asked as the girl now known as Ana Vulturu hesitated for a few moments before grabbing the invitation card, sealing her fate as one of the fighters from around the world joining the tournament.

The Guizhou Province, China

A young man in his 20s with spiky blue hair and deep purple eyes could be seen walking around the rice fields, helping the other citizens of his village however he could.

However, while he was walking and working the rice fields, he heard a voice he didn't recognize calling out to him:

"Hello, are you Mr. Baihu Aang?"

The sudden voice calling to him caused the blue-haired boy known now as Baihu Aang to turn around, seeing none other than the secretary of the enigmatic Mr. S.W. that was organizing that fighting tournament he heard so much about, Yu Long.

"Yeah? That's me. Are you here to ask me to join that tournament in Beijing?" Asked Aang, surprising the secretary a little, not expecting him to even know about the tournament, let alone who she was or where the tournament was taking place.

"You sure are very perceptive. Yes, that's why I am here. Will you join the Breakers of Chaos tournament or not?" The green haired woman questioned the boy.

"Depends, what's in it for me?" Baihu Aang questions, confusing the dragon prince secretary greatly.

"What's in it for you? Well, if you win you could get whatever your heart desires and be recognized as the strongest person on Earth. Is that enough for you?" Asked Yu Long, her blue eyes glaring towards the blue haired male.

"Hmm…that all sounds great and all but…I have one question: Will it be fun?" Asked the young man with a smirk.

"Huh?"

"The tournament. Will it be fun? Will it have the strongest people to fight? F.U.N.! Will it be fun?" Baihu Aang repeated himself.

"Oh yes, I guess it could be fun for someone like you." Replied Yu Long.

"Hahahah! Alright then! I'll join the tournament. I'll fight plenty of strong people! Yay!" Aang said happily with a child-like wonder to his voice as he grabbed the invitation before turning around and starting walking back from where he came from.

"This guy really reminds me of my boss when he was younger…" Thought Yu Long to herself as she looked at Baihu Aang walking away with a satisfied look on his face. "Wait! What shall we call you during the tournament? Do you have any title you'd like to use?" Called the secretary out to the blue haired boy.

"Oh, yeah! My title will be…the New Monkey King!"

The Guānhóu Conglomerate’s HQ, Beijing, China

The Monkey King himself, Sun Wukong, disguising himself as Mr. S.W., could be seen sitting on a podium with all lights on him in a room full of the world's best fighters.

"Hello, everybody and thanks for coming to this grand opening of the Breakers of Chaos fighting tournament organized by the Guānhóu Conglomerate and me, Mr. S.W.!" Stated the Monkey King, causing all of the room to erupt into loud cheers and roars until it eventually died down as he continued his speech.

"There are no rules in this tournament. Other than killing and mortally wounding your adversaries…everything goes! Whoever manages to win this tournament will be granted whatever their heart desires by the heavens themselves!" Explained S.W. with a grin on his face as everyone in the room started cheering out his name.

"So…without any further ado. Let's get into the preliminaries! Let this tournament settle once and for all who is this generation's best fighter…"

"...BEGIN!"

THE BREAKERS OF CHAOS

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tyrannuspitch · 7 months

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Song rec anon again. Yay! Glad you liked my recs.

Some other songs I can think of at the top of my head are:

Destroyer-The Birthday Massacre (I like it due to the name being like the destroyer enchanted armor from T1, and it has the feeling of going apeshit after discovering lies). I feel like it could fit either Loki or Hela when she's revealing Asgard's bloody history. I think it suits Loki more because he's the one that causes Asgard to burn down.

Let's Go to War-Nothing More (T:TDW and could work for Loki and Frigga and Thor)

RISE-YMIR A cool song about fighting and remembering the fallen (After Ragnarok)

The City Sleeps in Flames-Scary Kids Scaring Kids (About a falling empire and a world lost. And there's talk about last words and last breath and sacrifice. I'd put it at the beginning of Infinity War).

oooh thank you :D

i really like destroyer musically!! and yeah it could apply in a few different places... personally i don't think we ever get to see a loki who actually *hates* asgard itself, even if he does end up destroying it in the end... but god i wish we did. the potential!! esp the potential for unwitting odin parallels, given that odin was ready to let asgard burn alongside him for the sake of his pride in TDW... shaking my fist at the sky. we were robbed!

i also feel like rise is also very thor, specifically, in like a horrifying way? it's got a lot of the sinister/questionable aspects of the asgardian warrior mentality - order vs chaos, "monsters", glorifying sacrifice and fighting to your last breath - and also... the way thor has been raised from the dead before and now just KEEPS surviving while everyone and everything else he cares about is lost. trapped in a war that never ends...

#space viking tag

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storytimewithnova · 7 months

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THE TALE AND LEGACY OF SHOYO'S ANGELS 👼

Once upon a time, in a bustling city filled with mystery and intrigue, there lived a young man named Shoyo. With his innocent smile and kind-hearted nature, Shoyo had captured the hearts of all those who knew him. He was known throughout the city as the epitome of innocence, the golden boy who could do no wrong.

Little did anyone know, there were only a handful of people who truly understood the complexity of Shoyo's life. His siblings, Atsumu, Osamu, and Tori, were well aware of their brother's true nature. With mischievous grins and cunning minds, they were the only ones who saw behind Shoyo's angelic facade.

But Shoyo's siblings were not the only ones who knew the truth. Naoyasu and Akira, his loyal boyfriends, had discovered the depths of Shoyo's mysterious nature. They had seen the fire that burned within his soul, a fierce determination that Shoyo kept hidden from the world.

Unbeknownst to everyone else, Shoyo had a secret team of skilled companions who were always by his side. These three women, Yachi, Kiyoko, and Astra, were not just Shoyo's friends; they were his angels. With their expertise in different fields, they supported Shoyo in his endeavors, each possessing unique talents.

Yachi was the youngest of the group, an expert in technology and surveillance. With her nimble fingers and brilliant mind, she had the ability to gather information from the darkest corners of the city. Kiyoko, the oldest and most experienced, was a master of disguise and manipulation. Her sharp wit and precise planning always ensured a successful mission.

Astra, the love interest of Kiyoko, was the epitome of grace and elegance. An expert in combat and strategy, Astra's quick reflexes and eagle-eye vision made her an unstoppable force of nature. Together, they formed the perfect team, their bond forged by trust, love, and unwavering loyalty.

One fateful day, a powerful and dangerous criminal organization appeared in the city, threatening the lives of its inhabitants. They sought to harm Shoyo, thinking him to be an innocent prey. But little did they know, Shoyo's angels were always one step ahead, protecting him from the shadows.

As the city delved deeper into chaos, rumors and suspicions arose. People began to question the true nature of Shoyo, believing that he was not as innocent as he appeared. But even in the face of doubt, Shoyo's true allies remained steadfast. Atsumu, Osamu, and Tori knew that their brother's heart was pure, and Naoyasu and Akira believed in his strength.

With their combined efforts, Shoyo and his angels worked tirelessly to dismantle the criminal organization. Each member of the team utilized their unique skills, playing the roles of angels while battling the demons that plagued the city. They faced danger and adversity head-on, never wavering in their determination to protect the innocent.

In the end, Shoyo's true nature was revealed to the world. The people saw the strength within him and the sacrifices he made to keep their city safe. And as for his angels, Yachi, Kiyoko, and Astra, they were celebrated as the unsung heroes who fought alongside their guardian.

From that day forward, Shoyo was no longer seen as an innocent boy; he was a symbol of courage and resilience. And as for his angels, they continued to watch over him, ready to face any challenge that may come their way. Together, they embodied the spirit of Charlie's Angels, a force to be reckoned with.

And so, the story of Shoyo and his angels became a legend, inspiring others to never judge a book by its cover. In a world filled with hidden truths, they taught everyone that even the most innocent souls can possess unimaginable strength.

In the aftermath of their previous triumph, Shoyo gathered his angels together for a new and thrilling mission. With an air of mystery surrounding his words, he proclaimed, "Angels, I have a mission for you. If you choose to accept it, we shall once again leave our mark on this city."

Yachi, Kiyoko, and Astra exchanged excited glances, their hearts racing with anticipation. They were always ready for the next challenge, eager to prove their worth to Shoyo and protect the innocent.

"In the heart of this city lies a hidden treasure," Shoyo continued, his eyes gleaming with determination. "A precious artifact, rumored to hold unimaginable power. It has been stolen from its rightful place, and we must retrieve it before it falls into the wrong hands."

With each word, the angels felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through their veins. They knew that the task at hand would require their utmost skills, but they were more than prepared to face any obstacle. Shoyo had chosen them for a reason, and they would not disappoint.

Their mission took them through a labyrinth of clues and dangerous encounters. They delved into the darkest corners of the criminal underworld, infiltrating high-security facilities and outsmarting cunning adversaries. But through it all, their unwavering determination and teamwork kept them one step ahead.

Yachi's technological prowess proved invaluable as she hacked into security systems and retrieved vital information, guiding the team through the treacherous path they needed to follow. Kiyoko's mastery of disguise allowed them to slip by unnoticed, blending seamlessly into their surroundings. Astra's combat expertise, honed through years of training, protected them from the outnumbered foes who dared to stand in their way.

As the mission progressed, the angels uncovered a web of deception and betrayal. They discovered that Shoyo's own innocence had attracted dark forces seeking to exploit his hidden potential. It became evident that they were not just retrieving a stolen artifact; they were fighting to protect Shoyo himself.

Their determination grew even stronger, fueled by their love for their guardian and the bond they shared. Yachi's admiration for Shoyo's kindness, Kiyoko's respect for his unwavering spirit, and Astra's fierce devotion all merged into an unbreakable resolve. They would not allow anyone to harm him.

In a climactic showdown, the angels faced the mastermind behind the artifact's theft. With each of their unique skills coming into play, they engaged in a breathtaking battle, fighting to secure the artifact and save Shoyo from danger. The clash of wills and abilities shook the very foundations of their world, but in the end, good triumphed over evil.

As they stood victorious, Shoyo's angels realized that their mission was more than just protecting the innocent and retrieving stolen treasures. They had become a family, united by their purpose and love for one another. Each had found their place in the intricate tapestry of their shared destiny.

With the artifact safely returned and the city once again bathed in tranquility, the angels returned to their everyday lives. But the experience had changed them forever. They continued to be Shoyo's guardians, his guiding light in times of darkness. And as the years passed, their legend grew, inspiring others to believe in the power of love, loyalty, and the strength found within those often deemed innocent.

For Shoyo and his angels, their journey had only just begun. As new challenges emerged and secrets untangled, they would face each one head-on, knowing that their bond of trust and their shared purpose would always lead them forward.

And so, they became the guardians of truth, the protectors of innocence, and the embodiment of the unwavering strength found within the hearts of those society often underestimates. Together, they were Shoyo's angels, a force that would forever leave a mark on their city, ensuring that light would always triumph over darkness.

one day is wasn’t shoyo that popped up to give the girls a mission it was his boyfriends Akira said Angels we have a mission for you if you chose to accept it the girls looked at each other and said what is it Naoyasu continued well if you chose to accept this mission we want you help angels to propose to Shoyo are you up for the challege the girls getting all giddy over a cute and wholesome mission jumped at the chance and said yes Akira said See you angels in a few minutes we are on our way to the office now Naoyasu signed off with Bye our angels they all said bye

The girls eagerly awaited the arrival of their beloved partners, Akira and Naoyasu. Excitement buzzed in the air as they wondered what grand plan the two had in store for them. In no time, the office doors swung open, and the charming couple strolled in wearing mischievous smiles.

Akira, holding a beautifully wrapped box, said, "Alright, Angels, here's the mission. We need your expertise, creativity, and a touch of romance. We want to propose to Shoyo in a way that he'll never forget."

Yachi's eyes widened, a broad smile spreading across her face. Kiyoko's stoic expression softened, and Astra's eyes sparkled with excitement. The prospect of planning a heartfelt proposal for their beloved leader was an honor they gladly accepted. They were determined to make it a moment to treasure, just as Shoyo deserved.

With the team gathered, they brainstormed ideas, pouring their hearts into creating an unforgettable experience. Yachi suggested a surprise engagement party, with all of their friends and loved ones in attendance. She envisioned a picturesque venue with twinkling lights, music, and vibrant decorations. Kiyoko suggested slipping the ring into an intricately designed dessert, waiting for Shoyo to uncover it as he indulged in a romantic dinner. Astra, renowned for her adventurous spirit, suggested a skydiving proposal, where they'd write their love in the sky.

Together, they crafted a well-thought-out strategy that embraced Shoyo's vibrant personality and their unique bond. They finalized their plan, confident it would capture Shoyo's heart.

Days turned into weeks as they meticulously executed their proposal scheme. The team worked tirelessly, ensuring every detail was perfect. Yachi managed the guest list, coordinating with friends and family. Kiyoko strategized the logistics, making sure everything would run seamlessly. Astra organized surprise elements, from secret messages to fireworks, that would leave Shoyo in awe.

Finally, the day of the proposal arrived. Shoyo entered the breathtaking venue, a curious smile adorning his face. Little did he know, his life was about to change forever.

As he walked through the beautifully decorated space, Shoyo noticed familiar faces among the crowd. His heart raced as he gazed at the happy tears in his siblings' eyes, the beaming smiles of his friends, and the overwhelming love that enveloped the room.

Akira and Naoyasu stepped forward, their eyes sparkling with adoration. They expressed their love for Shoyo, recounting the countless moments they cherished with him. Their heartfelt words echoed through the room, leaving everyone in awe.

Just as the night reached its crescendo, Yachi, Kiyoko, and Astra approached Shoyo. They presented him with the ring, a symbol of their unwavering love and support. Each of them expressed their gratitude for the guidance and inspiration Shoyo had brought into their lives. Tears filled Shoyo's eyes as he realized the depth of their devotion.

With trembling hands, Shoyo accepted the ring, slipping it onto his finger. Overwhelmed with joy and emotion, he took a moment to capture the beauty of the scene before him—the loving faces that surrounded him, the twinkling lights, and the music that filled the air.

As the angels gathered around him, Shoyo laughed, tears of happiness streaming down his face. In that moment of pure bliss, he realized that beyond the dangerous missions and exhilarating adventures, it was their unwavering love and friendship that truly defined their bond.

With the proposal complete, their status as Shoyo's angels remained unchanged. They would continue to protect, support, and love him, embarking on new missions together. Their journey as individuals and as a family had evolved, bound by the unbreakable ties of love and shared experiences.

Shoyo's smile never faded as he looked at Akira, Naoyasu, Yachi, Kiyoko, and Astra. In that single moment, he knew he was the luckiest person in the world, surrounded by a group of extraordinary individuals who had become his family and forever angels.

As the night carried on, the celebrations continued. The room filled with laughter, heartfelt conversations, and the joyous sounds of celebration. Shoyo's siblings, Atsumu, Osamu, and Tori, approached him one by one, sharing their well-wishes and expressing their overwhelming pride in their little brother.

Atsumu, always the jokester, nudged Shoyo playfully and said, "Who knew our little Shoyo would grow up to be the luckiest person in the world, huh? We're proud of you, bro."

Osamu, with his trademark smirk, chimed in, "Yeah, who would've thought you'd find not just one, but two amazing partners! Makes me wonder if there's any chance I'll find my soulmates too."

Tori, the most sentimental of the siblings, wrapped Shoyo in a tight embrace, whispering, "You deserve all the love and happiness, Shoyo. Never forget how loved you are, not just by Naoyasu and Akira, but by us too."

Shoyo's heart swelled with gratitude. He couldn't imagine a more perfect moment—being surrounded by the love of his siblings, his angels, and his partners. It was a testament to the strength of their bonds and the power of love.

As the night drew to a close, Shoyo found himself in a quiet corner of the venue with Naoyasu and Akira. They held hands, relishing the intimate moment away from the bustling celebrations. Shoyo's voice was filled with genuine happiness as he spoke softly, "Thank you both, for everything. I can't put into words how grateful I am to have you by my side."

Naoyasu smiled, his eyes sparkling with tenderness. "We love you, Shoyo. You've brought so much light into our lives, and we wanted to show you just how much you mean to us."

Akira interjected, his voice filled with sincerity, "You've helped us grow as individuals and as partners. We are honored to be a part of your life, to be your angels. Let's continue to create beautiful memories together."

Shoyo's heart fluttered with warmth as he leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss against their lips. The trio held each other, finding solace in the love they shared. In that moment, they felt invincible, ready to face any challenge that lay ahead.

And so, their journey continued. With the mission of love accomplished, Shoyo's angels embarked on new adventures, protecting and supporting one another every step of the way. Together, they navigated the trials of life, celebrating the victories and finding strength in their unbreakable bonds.

As time passed, their love only grew stronger, and the world could see the incredible power that lay within their unity. Shoyo, surrounded by his siblings, his angels, and his partners, knew that no matter what challenges they faced, they would always have the love and support they needed.

With their love as their guiding light, they stood as a formidable force, spreading joy, love, and compassion wherever they went. They were more than just a team, more than just angels. They were a family, forever connected by the threads of love and friendship.

And so, their story continued, filled with adventure, laughter, and, above all, love. Shoyo's angels would leave an indelible mark on the world, a testament to the power of love and the strength found within their united hearts.

one challenge they may not of been ready for but willing to undertake that challege is parenthood as a Surrogate Mother came up to them an offered to have their child

The three partners exchanged surprised yet curious glances, contemplating the unexpected proposition. Parenthood was something they had always wondered about, but the idea had seemed distant, perhaps even daunting. However, the warmth in their hearts told them that this could be another beautiful adventure to embark on together.

Shoyo, with his gentle nature, spoke up first, "That's a significant decision to make. Are you sure you want to give us this incredible gift?"

The surrogate mother smiled compassionately. "I've read about your incredible bond and your capacity for love. It would be an honor for me to help you create a family."

Naoyasu and Akira embraced each other, exchanging whispered words and silent affirmation. Their hearts filled with a resounding love, they turned to Shoyo and nodded in unison. "We're ready, Shoyo. We're ready to become parents."

Tears shimmered in Shoyo's eyes as he realized that this was the next chapter of their journey. With a trembling voice, he expressed his gratitude, "Thank you for entrusting us with the gift of a child. We promise to give them all the love, care, and joy our hearts can hold."

From that moment on, their lives unfolded with boundless anticipation. The angelic trio, who had once fought battles together, now embraced the prospect of nurturing new life. They embarked on a tender and joy-filled journey, supporting their surrogate mother every step of the way.

As the months passed, they immersed themselves in preparations, creating a nurturing environment for their future child. They painted the nursery with vibrant colors and filled it with toys and books, eagerly awaiting the day their family would be complete.

Finally, the day arrived when their child took their first breath. As the tiny bundle was placed in their arms, the trio looked at their baby with awe and overwhelming love. The room filled with tears of joy and contentment as they realized their family was now complete.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months as they embraced the joys and challenges of parenthood. The angelic trio navigated sleepless nights with laughter and turned diaper-changing into a playful routine. They sang lullabies, read bedtime stories, and celebrated every milestone as their child blossomed under their love.

Their journey as parents brought forth a new depth of love within them. They showered their child with the same unconditional love that had brought them together. They nurtured a safe and supportive environment where their child could explore, learn, and grow.

As their child grew older, they instilled values of kindness, empathy, and acceptance, teaching through their words and actions the beauty and strength of diversity. They encouraged curiosity, nurtured passions, and celebrated individuality.

And so, their family thrived, the love within their hearts spilled over into every aspect of their lives. They faced challenges with resilience, guided by the deep connection they shared. As their child grew, they realized that parenthood wasn't just about guiding and protecting; it was about learning and growing alongside their little one.

Together, they created a haven of love and happiness, not just within the walls of their home, but in the hearts of everyone they touched. Their story of strength, love, and unity continued to inspire others, reminding them that family was built on love, not necessarily blood.

And as their child grew, they knew that their family's story would live on, written in the hearts of their children and generations to come. Their journey was far from over, and they embraced every twist and turn with open hearts, knowing that their love would guide them through whatever challenges lay ahead.

they found their little girl whose name was Angel was close to Shoyo’s angel Yachi Kiyoko and Astra and shoyo was happy for her new found love for her aunties knowing they will teach her good valuable life lessons the only one he should worry about is his brother Atsumu his other bother and big sister were fine just Atsumu was questionable where angel was concerned what he would teach her how to pull pranks or rude words

Shoyo knew that his brother Atsumu had a mischievous side, but he also believed in his capacity for growth and change. He decided to have a heartfelt conversation with Atsumu, expressing his concerns about the kind of influence he might have on Angel.

One afternoon, as Angel played happily with Yachi Kiyoko and Astra, Shoyo approached Atsumu with a calm and understanding demeanor. "Atsumu, I know you love Angel just as much as I do. But I also worry about the lessons she might learn from you. Can we talk about it?"

Atsumu, somewhat apprehensive, nodded and joined Shoyo in a quiet corner of the room. "I understand your concerns, Shoyo. I can be a bit mischievous at times. But I promise you, I'll do my best to be a positive influence on Angel."

Shoyo smiled, grateful for Atsumu's willingness to understand. "Thank you, Atsumu. I believe in your ability to make good choices. Perhaps we can work together to teach her valuable life lessons without sacrificing the fun and playful side of her childhood."

Atsumu nodded eagerly, demonstrating his dedication to growth. "Absolutely, Shoyo. Let's find a balance between having fun and teaching her the right values. I'll learn from you, Astra, and Yachi Kiyoko, and we can all guide her together."

In the days that followed, Shoyo, Astra, Yachi Kiyoko, and Atsumu collaborated to create a nurturing environment for Angel. They engaged in open discussions about values and modeled kindness and respect through their actions. Atsumu, with his mischievous spirit, utilized his creativity to teach Angel the importance of imaginative play and thinking outside the box, while also emphasizing the need for responsibility and empathy.

Together, they found the perfect balance. Atsumu and Shoyo became a team, with Atsumu demonstrating his ability to be a positive influence on Angel's life. He grew more aware of the impact his words and actions could have and made an earnest effort to show her the importance of compassion and understanding.

Over time, Atsumu's mischievousness transformed into a lighthearted playfulness that instilled laughter and joy within their family. Angel adored her uncle Atsumu, appreciating his ability to bring fun and excitement into their lives while also teaching her important life lessons.

As Angel grew older, she flourished under the guidance of her devoted family. She embraced kindness, empathy, and acceptance, just as her parents and aunties had taught her. Shoyo watched with pride as their little girl blossomed into a confident, compassionate, and independent young woman.

With their united efforts, Shoyo and his loved ones built a strong and loving foundation for Angel's future. They created a support network that would guide her through life's challenges, always reminding her of the power of love and the importance of staying true to oneself.

And so, Shoyo witnessed the transformation of his family, knowing that they had turned their worries into opportunities for growth and understanding. The love they shared not only touched their own lives but also radiated outwards, inspiring those around them to embrace kindness, empathy, and the joy of living in harmony with one another.

Shoyo's angels were called on one last mission this time Shoyo's daughter angel joined them shoyo popped up saying his iconic line this time with a twist Angels and my little Angel i have one last mission if you choose to accept it

Shoyo's voice echoed through the room as his daughter, Angel, gazed at him with excitement. Astra, Yach and Kiyoko, turned their attention towards Shoyo, intrigued by his words.

"Angels and my little Angel, I have one last mission for us if you choose to accept it," Shoyo declared, a mischievous glimmer in his eyes. "There is a small village on the outskirts, facing a dire situation. They need our help to bring back laughter, joy, and hope to their lives."

Excitement filled the air as Angel eagerly interjected, "Daddy, I want to help! Can I be an official member of the team this time?"

Shoyo smiled warmly at his daughter's enthusiasm. "Absolutely, my little Angel. Your spirit and kindness make you a perfect addition to our team. Together, we will spread positivity and make a difference."

The group gathered their equipment, ensuring they were well-prepared for their mission. As they arrived at the village, they were greeted by somber faces and a heavy atmosphere. The villagers had lost their joy, their laughter silenced by the hardships they had endured.

Astra, Yachi Kiyoko,and Shoyo began devising a plan to restore hope and happiness. Angel jumped in with her own ideas, her youthful creativity shining through. Together, they formed a comprehensive strategy that involved organizing activities, performances, and community engagement.

Throughout the following days, the team immersed themselves in the village's daily life, bringing smiles and laughter wherever they went. They organized games, shared stories, and even performed heartfelt plays that touched the hearts of the villagers.

Angel became the beacon of joy, charming the villagers with her infectious laughter and genuine kindness. She embraced her role as Shoyo's little Angel, inspiring everyone with her optimism and unwavering belief in the power of love.

As the mission progressed, the village started to regain its spirit. Laughter filled the streets once again, and the sense of hope was rekindled. The impact that Shoyo, Astra, Yachi Kiyoko,and Angel had made was transformative, not only for the villagers but also for themselves.

As the sun began to set on their final day in the village, Shoyo gathered his team and villagers together for a heartfelt farewell. "Our mission here may be complete, but the love and joy that we've shared will live on in each and every one of you. You are not alone; you have a support system that will always be there for you."

With tears of gratitude and renewed strength, the villagers expressed their deepest appreciation. They thanked the team, especially Angel, for reminding them of the power of unity and the ability to overcome even the darkest of times.

As they bid farewell to the village, Shoyo, Astra, Yachi Kiyoko, and Angel left with fulfilled hearts, knowing that they had helped reshape a community and brought back the light that had been dimmed.

And so, they continued on their journey, ready to face new challenges, spread love and kindness wherever they went, and create a world where laughter and hope were never far away.

With their successful mission in the village complete, Shoyo, Astra, Yachi Kiyoko,and Angel returned home, carrying the memories and lessons they had gained along the way. Their bond had grown stronger throughout the journey, and they cherished the moments of laughter, adventure, and growth together.

As time passed, Angel, now a little older, continued to embrace her role as Shoyo's little Angel. She carried the spirit of compassion and kindness wherever she went, making a positive impact in the lives of those she encountered.

Shoyo watched with pride as his daughter blossomed into a compassionate and strong-willed individual, guided by the values instilled in her during their missions. He knew that she would continue to touch hearts and inspire others just as she had done in the village.

As for the rest of the team, they remained by Shoyo's side, continuing to support each other through life's challenges and triumphs. They formed an unbreakable bond, a family of choice that remained a constant source of strength and love for one another.

Together, they faced new adventures, both big and small, cherishing every moment and utilizing their unique talents to make a positive impact in the world. Their journey was far from over, and they knew that the challenges ahead would be met with bravery and unwavering determination.

And so, as they walked hand in hand, ready for whatever came next, they knew that their mission would continue, spreading joy, love, and hope to all who crossed their path. With hearts filled with love and a steadfast belief in the power of unity, Shoyo, Angel, and their team walked into the future, forever bonded and ready to undertake any challenge that came their way.

#haikyuu #Charlie's angel tv show #orginal story #loosely based

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Apeirophobia 0.25

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Children laugh at the railing of the ship. The fog is closing in and the end is nigh. These children are to be thrown off the planks soon. Precisely because they are not children, but immortals in a child's body.

: Can you tell me about a certain something?

: It is not our job to answer the questions of the curious. You'll have more luck with whoever called us here.

: Just, you're just children. You have a bright future ahead of you. You shouldn't…

: The believer doesn't believe.

: The believer doesn't believe, doesn't he?

The children grab ahold of the man's sleeves and gently lead him to the deck. The fog continues to grow. The time of sacrifice is near.

The children try to push the man overboard but the man resists them. He looks at them, having the suspicion that these children must not be what they seem to be but he let it go, giving them the benefit of the doubt.

So the children try again. They push the man harder, and this time the man fights back. In doing so, he accidentally throws one of the children to the sea.

: Why did you do that?!

That ought to teach them a lesson. He then picks up the other child and throws them off. The children can swim, fortunately, and successfully clings on a side of the ship. The man spits on them and walks back down.

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In that part of the ship I saw someone staring at nowhere. The sky was none of my concern—fog problem. I wasn't sure if this person was a he or a she and I didn't really want to approach a stranger so I just stared at them. This person has the beautiful long hair tied on top and by the sides like that gorgeous character from a Chinese anime.

Later they came to the eating area, and came to me saying they just found out I was the pilot of the ship. They're a he. He, yes… He has a very beautiful face. He's enchanting.

He asks me about the destination of the ship. For one, that is kind of suspicious, and suspicious shit like that doesn't bode well with me. But he's beautiful. The ship is going to cross the threshold. It's not going "anywhere", per se, since we don't have a set destination. He's confused. Of course, he is, that beautiful bastard. He probably doesn't know anything about the children. The not-children children.

Later that evening he visited the helm without permission. But then I started hearing his voice in my head. He started speaking without opening his mouth. I think he can also see without his eyes. I should've considered the possibility that he could be a fanatic. This guy started ordering me through my brain that I should go to the deck and look beyond the fog. I'd obey him anytime, with those looks. So I did, taking my binoculars with me, pretending to be brainwashed, as he followed me to the fog. When I got up there, I saw that I wasn't the only one there. Everyone else from the ship's crew was there too, and alongside each and every one of them was this beautiful man's duplicate. This guy must be a fanatic. Holy shit they're really hardcore when it comes to this stuff.

So apparently this beautiful man was the priest presiding over the whole sacrifice thing. Cool.

I was kind of hoping that a big tentacle eldritch horror would come out of the water. I didn't expect that the priest guy's face just explode into flaming bones and start skinning those children not-children one by one. The children lay silent. They don't say anything. It's creepy…in a good way. When all of them are the same red bleeding sacrificial goats, the others ready for the plank. We lead those bleeding beings towards the plank to jump without touching them. There are two planks, one for each of them. Just when they're about to jump, a mask appears at the sea, and when the mask opened its mouth, it sucked the sea. The children jumped to it, their blood changing its hue. The priest, alongside the followers of the cult, looks at them, and then says the incantations, which, based on my experience, means "Oh the dreary darkness nightmare solidarity hivemind, we offer to you this tribute for you to keep not hurting us and granting our wishes."

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: I didn't expect that there would be this kind of place on the ship.

: Haven't seen one before?

: Not on a ship.

: What do you think of today's presentation?

: I hope the mask is satisfied with our tributes. Immortals are rare, and those that do not desire to die already are even rarer.

: The hunters did a good job capturing them before the law.

: The law will hear about this soon enough if we're not careful.

: I know they would. Would you like a drink?

: Do you have some green tea?

: Yes. Wait here.

. . .

: Here. Green tea.

: Thanks.

: What do you think about that priest? It was uncanny of people like him to just brainwash the crew into going into the deck. We could've just made an announcement.

: They do what they want to do. Let them. They follow the will of the cards.

: You should clean your ship after this voyage.

: Oh, you didn't know? This is the Apeirophobia's first voyage.

: Oh dear. Wasn't this ship the Hermetisia?

: The Hermetisia is disfigured. Soon it will be fed to the mask as well.

: I feel quite bad about the Hermetisia. I would like to ride it once again, one more time before it goes away.

: We can go there before it's scrapped. I'll take you.

: Your pilots won't be happy with this.

: I doubt they'll hate it. We need a set destination. We could always land in the Hermetisia; carouse the museum before it closes.

. . .

: How about payments? The cult must pay you for this.

: Oh no worries. They paid us upfront.

: Strange. You chose this job for a ship's first voyage?

: Nothing strange about it. Technically, there's nothing magical about it.

: It doesn't feel You. Did someone else choose this for you?

: No. It's all me. What do you mean it doesn't feel "me"?

: It stinks too much of "I won't get paid much". What happened to the guy who I thought loved money more than anything in the world?

: Indeed, well, I wonder what happened to him?

: …did you get recruited?

: Go to Hermetesia. You'll figure it out.

: Holy shit, not you too…

: By the way, that green tea is worth 10 copper coins.

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NEEDY ━ G.R

in which you become needy to please your boyfriend after his outstanding qualifying, yet kept being pushed aside and interrupted by others.

warnings; bratty reader, nudes, choking, overstimulation, spanking, unprotected sex, hair pulling. dom x sub sorta thing? kinda? small daddy kink, it’s mentioned like twice lol. unedited for now oops

your boyfriends success these past few races had you beyond proud and excited. from the spa podium, mercedes announcement and now qualifying p3; you were in awe of your boyfriend like the rest of the world.

and while watching him get the attention and praise he deserves, having to share your boyfriend with everyone else could be challenging at times. when all you wanted was to have a few moments alone to tell him how proud you were, more often than not you are stuck behind engineers, journalists or fans.

george shared this frustration too, definitely noticing how this year it was becoming more difficult to immediately seek out your embrace after a good race or session; but then again certain things you just have to sacrifice. you’d always be his priority.

and you knew it too. but that didn’t mean you never had your moments.

george was always so well spoken, respectful. he had time for everyone; wouldn’t walk past someone without saying hello, always giving his opinion and never cutting anything short even if he’s in a rush. and you loved that about him.

but in certain situations you wished he’d be a little bit more selfish.

this morning practice was cancelled, due to the rain; meaning george had spare time. which was rare. you had taken the opportunity to chill in his motor home, and it didn’t take much for things to escalate.

however after he had rid you of half of your clothes, a knock on the door interrupted you both. his pr manager letting him know he was needed for an interview for sky sports. resulting in both of you being left unsatisfied and all hot and bothered.

your mind had been elsewhere since; standing in the williams garage which his jacket around your shoulders as qualifying got under way, watching on the screen. from what you could see of your boyfriend your mind continued to go further in the gutter.

already thinking of what tonight could bring for the pair of you, and when he ended up qualifying in p3 your excitement only grew. eager to congratulate him. in more ways than one.

however from the moment he got out of the car to when he was doing his first interview in the press area, you had managed to speak to him for maybe 3 seconds. a quick hug, telling him you were so proud of him before he was being dragged off again.

and you could handle that. obviously, he was here for work. so when he finally had done the standard, compulsory interviews and found you outside the william’s motor homes he was quick to bring you into a hug.

“pretty good hey?” he grinned, pulling away slightly to look down at you; beaming as a cocky smile got settled onto his face, your hands moving to cup his cheeks as you pressed a short kiss to his lips.

“so good baby,” you laughed back, your hands quite quickly moving to rest on his chest; his driver suit hanging on his hips. his large hands holding onto the small of your back. “already thinking of ways to show you how proud i am,” you hummed; looking up at him your eyes said enough.

he knew you too well, the slight suggestive tone in your words and the way you were running your hands over his chest. he also hadn’t forgotten about the heated moments before qualifying. and it was quite obvious neither have you. “are you now?” his tone matched yours as his eyebrows raised.

you were ready to reply, to happily detail all of the thoughts that have been running through your mind. majority of them involving you on your knees. but a voice interrupted you. “george,” a familiar face called out, approaching the pair of you.

he was the ceo of some sponsor, you couldn’t remember exactly. he had another man alongside him as they appeared beside you two, meaning you hesitantly pulled away from your boyfriend, staying close to his side however as george’s face happily lit up at the two guys in front of him. while your were fighting back a glare.

“this is mark, close mate of mine,” the man introduced, watching as your boyfriend shook both of their hands. and what easily could’ve been a quick hello and nice to meet you turned into a 20 minute conversation about all things william’s and racing. then onto their own companies.

while george was engaged in the conversation, it was quite clear you were growing impatient. nudging his side lightly, tugging on his hand, running your hand over the side of his body. even whispering in his ear while the two men were having a laugh.

and despite all your efforts your boyfriend hadn’t even shown a glimpse of reciprocating your need, or acknowledging it. which only had you further annoyed, because he quite clearly knew you were wanting him. right now. and it was almost as if he was purposefully ignoring you.

you almost let out a sigh of relief when the two of them finally walked off, and didn’t hesitate letting out an exaggerated huff when they were out of ear shot. “who were they?” you asked, not curiously; but in a passive aggressive way. you didn’t care who they were in all honesty.

“important people.” george chuckled with a small eye roll, and you noticed the faint smirk on his lips as he looked down at you. “they pay my wages,” he added with a small laugh; still not impressing you as your hand found his again.

“well making pointless conversation about his winery is not in your contract,” you shrugged innocently, your annoyance poorly disguised as you rocked back and forth on your feet. allowing your eyes to glance over his tall frame. the way his driver suit clung to his body, hanged off his hips. you could jump his bones right now.

“it’s called respect.” george smirked, his hand moving to brush some of your hair out of your face and tucking it behind your ear. “got my briefing then i’ll be all yours,” he told you; having read your mind yet you still let out a disappointed sigh.

“you’ve got like half an hour to spare though,” you reminded him; raising your eyebrows, your hands moving to rest on his chest once again, running down his toned abdomen which was covered by his suit as you bit down on the inside of your cheek.

his facial expression faltered for a few moments, well aware of what you were hinting at. he was on board with the idea, especially after being interrupted before qualifying. but he felt almost guilty if he was locked away with you instead of talking to the team and those here to support him.

“sky sports are wondering if you’re up to chat?” george’s pr manager appeared out of nowhere, and you were ready to pull your hair out as you were forced to step away from your boyfriend. again.

you had no shame in pouting up at him however, pleading with your eyes to say no. and for a second george was considering it. you’re desperation for him definitely having his heart racing, not that he was showing it. “yeah, will be right there.” george smiled before looking back to you.

unfortunately seeing you so worked up and desperate for him was amusing, and also enjoyable. and he had much more self control than you. hence his ability to push the thought of your naked body under him aside.

your frown grew, pouting like a little kid who’s favourite toy had just been taken away when his pr manager headed off. “stop pouting.” george grumbled, fingers grabbing your chin lightly, sending you a warning glare; which in all honesty only had you squeezing your thighs together. “i’ll be back.” he then smiled as if nothing was wrong, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before letting you go and following the foot steps of the guy who had not interrupted you once. but twice today.

what was only a 5 minute interview, felt like 5 hours. standing with his pr manager behind the cameras a few metres back, waiting not so patiently.

while normally seeing him talking about things he loved brought a smile to your face, right now you were no where near smiling. every time he caught your eye you had a small pout on your lips; your foot tapping against the ground impatiently.

he looked as good as always; sitting in the stools they provide; his legs happily spread which was not helping with the want to be on your knees between them and dragging those sounds out of him that have your own arousal flowing.

you looked preoccupied and somewhat flustered, while george as always was incredibly put together and professional. which made it all that more frustrating.

“that all?” george smiled towards his pr manager as he approached the both of you after the interview, ignoring your pleading eyes purposefully.

“yep. well done mate, see you tomorrow,”

he finally left, and you would’ve been relieved if it wasn’t for the pre-existing knowledge that george didn’t have to go off to his driver debriefing in about 10 minutes. something you would not be able to convince him to miss.

“can we go yet?” you asked the pointless question, already knowing the answer as his hand slipped into yours, the pair of you heading towards the william’s building; a breathless chuckle leaving his lips.

“you’re needy today,” he pointed out with a small smirk; as if it wasn’t obvious. you had no idea why he was pretending to not notice if he was just going to point it now but you only hummed in response.

“yes. because i haven’t been able to properly congratulate you yet,” you huffed when you both came to a stop inside the william’s area, turning to face him. “nor finish off what we started earlier,” you added in remembrance, your pleading eyes returning as you looked up at him.

his hands had moved to rest on your waist, the tight grip tricking you for a split second that maybe you could get him to leave early.

other drivers did it all the time, but never george. he was a team player. and you adored him for it. but once again, sometimes being selfish didn’t hurt anyone.

“it’s gonna be a quick one then we can go, promise.” the british driver assured you; his fingers pushing some of your hair out of your face as he looked at you expectantly; his thumb brushing over your bottom lip and his blue eyes pouring down into yours making it impossible to even try pretend to be mad.

“fine.” you conceded. and once again he was leaving you with a quick kiss and off he went. too often was that happening today, doing a walk of defeat to his drivers room to chill until he was finished.

closing the door behind you before getting seated on the sofa you aimlessly scrolled through your phone while waiting for him. and what felt like half an hour turned out to only be five minutes.

and the pure boredom had an incredible idea come into mind. pursing your lips to hold back a small smile as you entered your messages with george, typing out a not too risky text.

‘i want u to fuck me now :(’

it was innocent, compared to the usual sexting that occurs between the pair of you. however the image attached was a slightly different story.

it was a photo where you happened to be wearing no clothes. one you had taken maybe a month ago with the intention of sending to him; however a facetime call from the williams driver had come through before you could.

with the amount of travel he does and the occasional long distance, it meant nudes and sexting was nothing out of the ordinary; especially on your end. over the years you had both become experimental in keeping your sex life exciting and active despite the periods of time apart.

the fact someone could easily look over his shoulder and see the image was definitely weighing on your mind, it always did. but at the moment you didn’t care. he may not even check his phone.

but quite quickly the small delivered turned into read, and the fact he didn’t respond didn’t worry you either. hopefully it had only hurried him up, a small smirk plastering on your lips.

‘rude. don’t make me use my own fingers’

you added once it was clear he wasn’t going to say anything. and almost immediately the read appeared once again.

and still no response. he was too damn stubborn. you soon switched your phone off, deciding to wait somewhat patiently now.

you don’t know how long it had been when george finally came through the door, but it wasn’t as short as he had promised. however it wasn’t as long as they can be, sometimes your waiting for almost two hours while he was in those de-briefings.

“finally.” you huffed, looking up from your seat on the sofa, quickly noticing how his eyes didn’t even meet yours. and his lips remained shut, moving around the room to pack his things up, getting changed quickly and organise everything he needed. “hello?”

still no response, and you quickly caught onto what he was doing. the complete opposite of what you wanted.

“come on,” he muttered when he was sorted and organised; looking at you for a brief moment. he didn’t look mad. rarely did your boyfriend look mad, but the silence spoke for itself and gave enough away.

“the silent treatment? really?” you commented as you stood up to follow him; however he still gave no response as the two of you now headed out to the paddock and towards the car park.

walking alongside him it wasn’t obvious there was tension, george still smiling to everyone he recognised; exchanging nods and small ‘congrats’ and ‘see you tomorrow’s.’

“george!” a voice called out, footsteps behind being heard.

and this time, an audible groan left your lips as you fought the urge to throw your head back in annoyance. if this was the attention he gets after a good qualifying, you can’t imagine what winning a race will be like.

“mate good work out there today!” a mercedes engineer, one you recognised as someone who had worked with george in the past, smiled as he gave your boyfriend a pat on the shoulder.

and like always, george was up for a lengthy conversation. the sun was starting to set and you didn’t even pretend to be interested in the conversation this time.

standing there like a moody teenager, aimlessly looking at anything that caught your interest. and when there was a break in conversation, you didn’t hesitate to cut in. something you never do. but this couldn’t go on any longer.

“we should get going.” you interrupted, a sickly fake smile planted on your lips as you looked to the mercedes lad. you ignored how george parted his lips, ready to disagree simply to spite what you were trying to do.

“yes, me too. getting late. see you both tomorrow, good luck.” he grinned; before heading off back to the garages. and finally, you were on your way to the car again.

your eyes drifted up to the tall frame beside you a few times, it being clear his calm exterior was starting to crack from your antics, his jaw clenched and his eyes refusing to meet yours.

“you’re walking outta here as if you qualified p20,” you couldn’t help but comment as you nudged his side slightly. after the long day of being deprived of your boyfriend the last thing you wanted was the silent treatment. it’s not your fault he was irresistible and looked so good.

“you keep acting like a brat, i’ll bend you over the hood of my car and make sure you can’t walk at all.” he finally snapped when as you reached his mercedes, looking down at you with raised eyebrows.

however you could only smile. “i’d be fine with that,” you hummed innocently with a shrug, almost challenging him as you looked up at him. watching as he struggled to keep his cool, not missing the roll of his eyes as his hand found the car door.

“get in the fucking car,” he grumbled; even in this situation still being a gentleman and opening your door for you. however his tone made you fully aware you had pushed him far enough; you should be getting what you want now.

so you quickly slid into the car seat, putting your seatbelt on as he pushed your door shut and headed to the drivers side.

in no time the pair of you were driving out of the track and on the way back to the hotel; and once again, he was ignoring you and any efforts to talk to him or touch him.

the hard on his pants showed he was still being a stubborn prick and ignoring his thoughts, but that still didn’t mean anything to you. desperate for his attention, which was the reason he wasn’t giving it to you.

resulting in a car ride full of a few whines on your behalf, and george simply turning the radio up until you gave up; huffing and looking out the window till you finally reached the hotel.

for once you got lucky, in the lobby and elevator and on the floor of the shared room, no one you knew was in sight; and you could actually walk more than a few metres without being stopped.

you were ready to start complaining again the moment you walked into the large hotel room, about the fact he hadn’t even touched you yet. make up some lie about how you’d be better off at home pleasing yourself. anything to get him worked up.

but it became quite clear you had done enough when his hand wrapped around your throat and pressed you up against the wall behind you unexpectedly, a small gasp which turned into a moan leaving your lips; your lips parting due to the tight grip.

“you have fun today?” he asked with a raised brow, and if it wasn’t for the squeezing on the side of your neck you probably would have smirked knowing despite his efforts to hide it, he too was worked up from the rising sexual tension all day.

“considering you haven’t fucked me yet,” you started to breathe out, managing to complete your words despite the obstructed air way. “no.” you answered honestly, having no choice but to keep eye contact.

“didn’t realise it was all about you,” he pointed out in a hum, his already sharp jawline clenching every few moments as he spoke. it looked as if he was thinking, because he was. he had no clue what to do with you. his temptation to simply give you nothing because of how bratty you’d been not possible due to his own sexual needs.

but he was going to teach you a lesson that was for sure.

“one of my best days on the track ever, and you gotta ruin it cause you’re a needy slut who can only think about my cock in your mouth hm?” he questioned as his fingers dug deeper into your skin, causing a small whimper to leave your lips. and while you wanted to deny the truth, you were now struggling to speak.

“the other teams engineers got more of you than i did today,” you couldn’t help but pout, being able to speak when his hand loosened around your neck lightly, the petty and exaggerated comment being one from piled up frustration throughout the day. and he couldn’t help but chuckle.

amusement sparkled in his eyes at the sight of your pointless jealousy, shaking his head as his free hand moved to brush his thumb over your lip lightly. “my engineers almost saw what is mine.” he retorted, and didn’t give you a chance to argue as his fingers slipped past your lips.

the blush on your cheeks from his words was ignored by the both of you; he didn’t have to say anything for you to suck on his fingers; your tongue instantly swirling around them while imagining it was his dick, eyes looking up at him for some sort of approval.

but you would have to work harder for that. “think it’s cute trying to distract me from my work?” he muttered in disappointment, watching you intently as he refrained from groaning at the sight. his imagination almost getting the best of him for a moment. “shouldn’t even fucking touch you after that stunt.” he huffed.

yet regardless his fingers left your mouth, moving to the waist band of your skirt you were wearing. effortlessly tugging it down and out the way as his fingers slipped under the waistband of your panties, your own saliva not being able to hide the wetness between your legs.

and the brief contact had a small moan leaving your lips. “please,” you mumbled; pursing your lips in regret as you watched him, taking a deep breath from the feeling of his fingers hovering over your clit.

he let out a fake hum in thought, his hand still wrapped around your neck; which would definitely leave marks, not that you minded nor cared. you were about to plead him again, your things squeezing together in an attempt to relieve some of the arousal flowing through your body.

however he noticed this, using his knee to seperate your legs before his fingers were pressed down on your clit, immediately rubbing circles which had your eyes fluttering shut, soft moans falling from your lips.

your hand moved to grip onto his arm, while his hand finally left your neck; trailing up to tangle in your head and tug your head to the side, his lips immediately coming into contact with the sensitive skin of your neck.

soft kisses being left on the already forming marks from his fingers, however it didn’t last long as he was soon sucking and kissing at the skin eagerly to leave hickeys, while his fingers continued to play with your clit. unexpectedly sliding two fingers inside of you, a gasp being heard from you as your back arched towards him.

“so responsive for me,” he praised as he nibbled at the skin on your neck lightly, causing a whimper as his fingers thrusted in and out of you with ease; using his own body to push your bucking hips back and against the wall.

“fuck, more please,” you moaned out; still desperate for more of him as his fingers moved in and out of you; his thumb now circling your clit teasingly as you attempted to move your hips for more pleasure.

however he wasn’t letting you have any room to move, and his hand tugged on the strands of hair within his grip harshly in a quick reply to your words. “your not in the position to make any demands princess.” he warned you; his movements staying the same.

you only moaned in response, knowing better than to argue and instead enjoy what you were getting right now. because despite the fact he was pleasing you currently, you knew how he could be. and wouldn’t be surprised if he lost all contact with you soon just to get back at you.

however you were wrong considering he then slipped a third finger inside of you, and curled them to graze the spot that had your eyes rolling to the back of your head; your knees feeling weak as he applied more pressure to your clit as well. “george, oh my god,” you moaned.

this only encouraged him further and he still showed no signs of slowing down; his hand pulling at your hair again as if to remind you that you need to stay standing up, your buckling knees managing to hold your weight despite your thighs beginning to shake.

after waiting for this for so long it was no wonder you were getting worked up so quickly. “think you look best like this. shaking over just my fingers hm, this what you wanted?” he questioned you; pulling his head away from your neck after assaulting your skin with kisses.

you gave a weak nod as his fingers continued to please you, but it was clear he wanted an answer as his hands tugged your hair once again. “y-yes, yes daddy,” you quickly spoke after the sharp pain in your head which only dragged another moan out of you.

your eyes screwed shut as you began to clench around his fingers, and in all honesty you were waiting for the moment for him to pull away. to deny you of an orgasm for being a brat all day. however, he didn’t. the knot in your stomach becoming more obvious as your moans got louder.

“go on. cum for me,” he breathed out; watching as you shook beneath him, curling his fingers rhythmically. it was all you needed to hear as you came undone, cumming all over his fingers with a loud moan. your legs shaking, his grip on your hair almost being what was keeping you upright.

your finger nails dug into his bicep, which had his tongue grazing his bottom lip. enjoying the feeling of you gripping onto him as you reached your orgasm, the sounds and moans you were making alongside the way your body squirmed on his fingers making him want to fuck your right now.

but he had other ideas. his fingers not slowing down, maybe even speeding up; especially his thumb on your clit which had your breathing increase quickly.

“o-oh,” you moaned out when you realised what he was doing, your eyes opening to look up at him, almost in question however he didn’t say anything. instead pulling your head towards his by your hair to press his lips to yours in an open mouthed kiss.

he needed something. and you happily kissed him back, still gripping onto him as he continued the assault on your cunt. however it wasn’t long until you were struggling to kiss back, moaning against his lips as you held onto him for support.

“need-need a break,” you moaned out in a stutter after pulling away from his lips, head falling back and hitting the wall; not that you noticed, body overwhelmed with the pleasure that hadn’t stopped; your thighs pointlessly squeezing around his knee which was wedged between them.

you couldn’t make out the chuckle that left his lips, but you could feel his fingers curl again to hit your g-spot, almost squealing at the insane pleasure, loud moans filling the hotel room. probably the whole hotel floor.

“you wanted this so shut up and take it.” he grunted in response, tilting your head forward to look at him again, his aggressive tone one that didn’t come out too often, but god did it only add to everything you were feeling right now.

you couldn’t respond, not being able to form coherent sentences anymore as you pathetically nodded; eyes watering as his thumb toyed with your clit continuously and his fingers moved in and out of you consistently. your arousal and cum coating his fingers as your second orgasm fast approached.

without any warning you came again, his hand having to leave your hair and hold your hip down as your body attempted to push against him for more friction in response to its second orgasm. he was in heaven from the sight, something he’d never get sick of.

the way you could become a whimpering mess from just his fingers so quickly was something he was obviously proud of, and used to his advantage at all times.

and while usually now he’d become gentle again and give you time to recover from your consecutive orgasms, his fingers had left your cunt and we’re pushing against your lips in no time.

your eyelids lazily fluttering open, not showing any hesitance as you took his digits in your mouth; happily sucking your own juices off his long fingers while making sure your eyes stayed up and on him. if it wasn’t for his grip on your hip and his body pushed against yours, your knees probably would’ve gave out on you.

not that he cared right now, too focused on how your tongue moved around his fingers as the hard on his pants became too hard to ignore. “gonna fuck you now doll,” he told you; raising his eyebrow just to make sure you were good to continue. while he knew you could probably take it he still wanted to make sure.

and you quickly nodded, his fingers leaving your lips as you flashed him a small, lazy, reassuring smile; heavy breaths leaving your lips. while you could do with a few minuets to calm down, you were not going to protest to him fucking you. not when you had impatiently waited for this all day.

he was quick to grip your waist and spin you around, your hands quickly finding the wall in front of you to grip onto to ensure some balance.

you waited silently, for once, as you heard him play with the buckle of his belt and undressed what was necessary, taking the moments to try catch your breath as you resisted the urge to look back at him. you were in enough trouble as it is.

a sudden sharp pain on your right ass cheek snapped you out of your thoughts however, your body jolting forward as a small whimper left your lips. and you didn’t need to look at him to know he was smirking.

his hand came down on the same spot again, before squeezing the skin tightly and rubbing his hand over it; then moving to tug your skirt further down your legs and out of the way.

your breaths became shaky as you waited in anticipation, yet nothing happened; which had you letting out a whine as you shook your hips slightly, in need of some contact.

“two orgasms and still desperate for more?” you heard him scoff from behind you, his hands finally finding your hips as you let out a small breath; resisting the urge to push back against him. “such a whore for me,” he hummed out, before suddenly sliding into you.

the pair of you both moaned from the sudden feeling, bottoming out inside of you immediately had your jaw dropping from the feeling. “isn’t that right?” he muttered in your ear as his hand found your hair once again, pulling your head back towards him.

he was stilled inside you, so you rushed your response. “ye-yes daddy, only for you.” you whimpered out, and the name alongside the confirmation had him groaning as he began to harshly thrust in and out of you.

the pair of you were filling the hotel room with loud moans, grunts, groans and whimpers; your hands desperately planted on the wall as he pounded in and out of you. his grip moving to your neck to hold you against his chest, his other hand resting on your hip to guide his thrusts.

he was pulling your body back against him to meet his movements, hitting spots inside of you which had you seeing stars as you moaned his name, his lips now lazily pressing kisses on the bruised and marked skin of your neck.

“feel so good around me baby,” he muttered out, still not able to stop himself from praising you with how good you took him; his cock twitching slightly inside of you as you clenched around him. only being able to whimper in response to his words.

his cock began hitting your g-spot repetitively when his hand left your hip to move to your thigh and lift your right leg up lightly, hitting new angles which had you almost falling forward.

“i’m close, fuck george,” you warned him; not even ashamed you were going to cum so quickly, as you were overly sensitive and this pounding was enough to have you reaching that state all over again.

“cum on my cock doll, go on,” your boyfriend moaned in your ear; still holding you up as his hips snapped against yours at a consistent speed. you clenched around him again, which had a louder groan leaving his lips.

that was all you needed to cum again, tears falling from your eyes this time, your body feeling as if it was no longer in your control; completely at his mercy as you came again.

the way you came on his dick and clenched around him, alongside george’s pleasure being pushed aside the past hours, meant he too came not too long after you. releasing inside of you without any worries, your name rolling of his tongue as his own head fell back.

your body was almost limp in his arms, the driver easily having the strength to keep you up as you both came down from your highs.

“you better get on your knees love, cause i’m no where near done with you.”

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a/n: part 9 of me not knowing if i like or hate the smut i just wrote 🕺🏻🕺🏻🕺🏻 anyways george needed more appreciation on here and i would happily get on my knees for that man mY god

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