#well would you look at that she finally managed to (barely) follow a (very basic) color scheme
TO YOU , WORLDS AWAY : PART TWO : CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
pairing: jake sully x fem!reader
summary: they're mates....they've always had been
word count: 4.9k
author's note: kind of nervous and kind of excited for this chapter ahaha. finally a proper jake and tinkers reunion. hope y'all enjoy <3
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Mo’at had led you to her tent to examine you hours after your transference. The night was still quite young but it was close to dawn. But Mo’at was insistent you’d come to her tent right after. She said as the spiritual leader and basically the head of all the healers, it was her job to make sure that everything in your body and mind was sound.
But you really didn’t care much for the needles.
“Ow.” You winced.
“Ssh and hold still.” Mo’at tapped your other arm, telling you to raise it up for her. You tried not to cringe or flinch when she added more needles to your arm. What made it worse was that it was hot too so you really had to refrain from fighting off her grip. “If you cannot deal with small pins, then how are you to be a warrior?”
You frowned, ”I think I would manage fine without the needles actually—ouch!”
“I told you not to move and you moved!” Mo’at scolded as she finished with the needles.
“Barely!” You hissed, glaring at the pins in your arm. “When are we going to be done?”
Mo’at stood and walked toward the small bonfire in the center of the tent. She grabbed a small wooden bowl and stirred whatever contents inside around as she spoke, “You do not rush this. Let me work and you hold still, tsmuke.”
Before either of you could say anything else, Neytiri entered with who you assumed to be Kiri following close behind her.
Yet your eyes couldn’t stay on her for long when you saw Jake standing right outside of the tent already looking at you. He didn’t move to come inside, instead there was this look on his face. Anxiety, shock, disbelief? You really didn’t know. Whatever it was, it made him turn and walk away.
Neytiri saw this and sighed as she approached you, “He is very hard on himself.” She said as she squatted down next to you. “When it comes to you and when he thought you had died, he hadn’t forgiven himself since.”
You frowned, dropping your gaze to your hands. The last thing you had wanted was for him to blame himself. “He does not deserve the pain I’ve caused him…” If anything you completely understood if he never wanted to be near you ever again.
“Do not do that.” Neytiri frowned at you, pulling you out of your self-deprecation. “Jake loves you. And you love him. Do not make this more complicated than it needs to be.” She placed a hand on your shoulder, squeezing it comfortingly, “Just give him some time. And he will come to you.”
For a moment you considered her words. Perhaps she was right. Hell, if you were in Jake’s shoes and the person you thought was dead for years had suddenly come back, you’d definitely need a moment to process it all. That was fair.
So instead of dwelling on it for longer than you should’ve, you instead turned to Neytiri, “Why are you pushing for us to be together?”
Neytiri looked at you in confusion, “Why wouldn’t I? You and Jake are mates.”
“I thought you and Jake now were…?”
“Yes, we are mates as well.”
You blinked at her, your brain crashing, “I’m confused.”
Mo’at made a sound similar to a snort from her spot at the fire, “For someone who claims to know The People, you get confused a lot, tsmuke.” You frowned in annoyance as Mo’at came back to your side with the wooden bowl still in her hands. “We are not bound to only one mate. It has always been that way. Years before, Eytukan had a second mate, Sylwanin’s mother. But unfortunately she died in childbirth.”
Wait, you knew this. Not in specific detail but Tsu’tey told you about how they had multiple mates among the Na’vi, how they weren’t monogamous like humans usually were. You had forgotten this but that definitely made a lot more sense as to why Neytiri was trying to encourage you and Jake’s relationship to meld back together. Why she had been so adamant to save you.
As if reading your mind, Neytiri nodded, “Jake accepted that you were gone despite us never finding you…I suppose he never thought you’d ever come back.”
“But you did.” You said in a matter of fact tone. “For some reason you never gave up on me…even when I had given up on myself.”
“Mmm.” Mo’at hummed in agreement as she placed the cool liquid from the bowl on your skin.
Neytiri shrugged, “The both of you are hard headed, somebody has to have some sense out of the three of us.”
You rolled your eyes but smiled despite Mo’at still picking at the needles in your arms, “Thank you, Neytiri.”
She gave you a small smile in return and nodded. The slight movement behind Neytiri finally caught your eye. And when you looked you had realized—and nearly forgotten—that Kiri was in the tent with the three of you. Neytiri moved to the side so that you could see Kiri better who had been staring at you both curious and hesitant.
“Kiri. This is ma tsmuke. Ma’Grace knew her as well.”
Kiri looked up at Neytiri, stunned, “Ma sa’nok?” Neytiri nodded with a patient smile. Kiri then looked at you, now more curious. “You knew my mother?”
You nodded, a smile growing on your face. “Yes, I did. She was, in a way, like a mother to me too. She was always looking out for me even when I was being a stubborn idiot about it. Sometimes I was looking out for her too and believe me I can’t tell you how many times I’ve saved her as—I mean her tail.” Both Neytiri and Mo’at sent you looks before Kiri scooted closer to you.
“Tell me!” She grinned up at you. “Tell me more!”
You glanced toward Neytiri who motioned for you to continue. “Well, um, there was this one time where she got lost in the forest…”
And from there you had spent that time telling Kiri stories of your time with Grace. You had never thought you’d be able to relive these memories without feeling grief over it but Kiri’s large smile and youthful laugh at some of the most ridiculous parts in your tales was what made it easier. And you were glad for it.
Kiri didn’t know her mother before she died. But you were happy to share every single detail about her as best as you could, just so that she could feel as close to Grace as you did. Just so she could think of her as if they had already met. It was the one thing you were happy to do for Grace, the least you could do really.
Sometimes you often thought that you had failed her. But after seeing her face to face for the first time in what felt like forever, those doubts slowly dwindled away from you. Because in the end, Grace was right.
You had time. You still had time.
And this time you would not let it slip through your fingers so easily.
Neytiri woke you up when the night had been replaced with gray clouds and rain. She led you out into the forest while Kiri stayed behind in Mo’at’s tent, sleeping. You had never seen rain much in Pandora and it was mostly rare considering the hot climate of the forest. But when it did, like now, it was still somehow so beautiful. Back on Earth whenever it rained it was always so dreadful and depressing, it made you wish that sometimes the Earth was as beautiful as Pandora.
It once was. Many, many years ago. The humans just never appreciated it. Which is why it was dying. The last thing you ever wanted was for them to come here and do the same to Pandora. Which was why it was strange just walking in the forest, no longer an avatar or dreamwalker, but one with your new body, and be at peace with it. Not having to worry about the RDA roaming about or having to hide away from Quaritch.
This was nice. This is what you had always wanted.
For a second, a curious thought appeared in your mind.
“Where will my former body go?” You asked Neytiri as you both ducked under a few leaf branches.
“We will give it a traditional burial, the Omatikaya way.” Neytiri then suddenly pointed up at a tree she stopped next to. “We climb.”
You had never climbed a tree before. Especially not in this body. But you did your best, trying to keep up with Neytiri. And yes, you looked quite pathetic climbing next to Neytiri who did it with very little effort. She was practically on the branch she wanted to stop at by the time you made it.
She tsked, “You are like Jake, you are practically a baby.”
“Yeah well, I didn’t exactly have much time to learn how to climb a tree.” You frowned, mirroring her position on the large branch the two of you now squatted on. Neytiri rolled her eyes as you spoke again, “So why are we out here?”
Neytiri closed her eyes and breathed out a long sigh through her nose, “I can not teach you to be one of the People like I did with Ma’Jake. But I can show you how to listen.” You furrowed your brows but copied her and closed your eyes as well. “Listen to the forest. See the forest. Then you will understand what it means to be of The People.”
You listened, you really did. To the rain drops. To the sounds of different creatures in the distance and nearby. To the leaves as they swayed in the gentle wind. Breathed in the air—and it felt terribly different compared to wearing a mask. It all felt so nice. So peaceful.
There wasn’t a moment where you never not admired the nature of Pandora. You appreciated all of it, and wanted to study all of it years back. But you just never had the time to truly just take it in, let it breathe you in, and draw you into its arms. Perhaps it was easier for you because in a way you already understood and respected what was around you. And so you were a lot more open-minded, willing to accept it.
Suddenly, a bunch of water dropped down onto your head, startling you out of your trance. Your eyes snapped open, looking around to find where exactly that water had come from. Only to find that Neytiri had moved the leaf that had been covering your head from the rain. She was grinning at your reaction.
“Neytiri!” You scowled despite the laugh that wanted to leave your lips.
Neytiri smiled, “Should’ve been paying attention, tsmuke!”
“You told me to feel the forest! I was feelin’ it!” You say in English, realizing slightly that you had been speaking in Na’vi the entire time until now. You’d done it so much it just became natural to you like how English was before.
“Then go. Continue feelin’ it.” Neytiri gestured toward the forest as she stood and reverted back to Na’vi. “I must head back before my children wake. You know the way back?” You nod, despite being unsure. Neytiri saw right through it and sighed before pointing west, “Follow the torukspxam until you find a stream. Go across the stream and you will find home.”
Home. Home. You were going to have to get used to that.
Eventually, you got to your feet as well but leaned against the tree. Neytiri watched you for a moment before she nodded to you, “I see you, tsmuke.”
A smile tugged at your lips, “I see you, tsmuke.”
After watching Neytiri jump down, effortlessly, from the tree and toward the ground, disappearing in seconds.
You continued venturing the forest but didn’t wander too far. Instead, you eventually came down from the trees and landed on the soft grass. The rain now poured down on your head and hair, completely uncovered. And you just stood there, letting the rain fall onto your face with a content smile on your face.
For a moment you allowed yourself this peace. This moment alone. You were grateful to Neytiri, Mo’at, and even Spider and Kiri for keeping you company for all these days, especially in your weakest moments. But now. This is when you wanted to be alone. To absorb everything that’s happened. To absorb that you had been gone for five years, that you were alive and the transference had worked, that Jake was also now living quite happily among the Na’vi, that you had won the war and missed the celebration.
All of this should have been overwhelming. All of it should’ve at least bothered you. And some of it did, truthfully.
But really, you were just glad it was all over. Constantly fighting, surviving, and seeking some form of revenge that would satisfy you. You were glad that all of it was done.
And now you could start a new life. Hell, maybe even start over if you could.
The Na’vi did say that every person is born twice. This, you realized, was your second chance at life.
It was now your time to live.
You were lost.
It was sometime in the afternoon that you realized you had gotten lost during your attempt at getting back. You did exactly as Neytiri had told you and followed the torukspxam, those large mushroom looking plants that were taller and bigger than you in every way. But now you were starting to think you had followed the wrong one’s home. But at least they made for good covering whenever you got too wet from the rain.
God, this was embarrassing. The last thing you wanted was to be an inconvenience just because you couldn’t navigate a damn forest.
There was a rustle coming further from your right. You stopped listening for any more movement. It was a bit difficult to hear anything else but the rain pelting your ears but you listened the best you could.
After a few seconds, there was another rustle, this time it had gotten closer. That was when you darted away from it. You really didn’t want to stay and figure out what it was, that wasn’t the survival instincts you had instilled in you and you’d be damned if you got attacked by some creature just because you wanted to wait and see what it was. Could be dangerous, could be peaceful, you didn’t care to take the risk.
When you ducked behind a thick tree, in the corner of your eye you saw a black skinned creature darting around the corner you had just come from. You pressed your back against the tree and waited for any more sounds. There was more rustling and a growl. Fortunately, it didn’t sound like it was too close to you, so you risked a glance from behind the tree.
It took everything in you not to let out a string of curses.
The creature, as it turned out, was a Thanator. It was one of those creatures you knew enough about not to ever cross. And yet here you were. Really, you had never seen one in person nor did you wish to but it was a lot scarier looking than how Grace described it when she saw one.
It was roaming and sniffing about. It wasn’t going anywhere which meant that it knew you were near.
Thinking quickly, your eyes searched the ground around you until it landed on a large rock. You grabbed it and clutched it to your chest. The Thanator hadn’t noticed fortunately for you but it was roaming a little too close to your hiding spot. So when you peeked around the tree again to find the Thanator facing away from you, that was when you threw the rock in the opposite direction of where you were.
You ducked behind the tree, hearing the rock’s impact against a nearby tree. It was loud enough to echo just a bit and capture the Thanator’s attention toward it. You watched it and a few seconds later it darted off in the direction of the rock.
With that, the Thanator had disappeared but you didn’t come out right away. You waited a few seconds more until you were sure you couldn’t hear it coming back.
Something suddenly clutched your upper arm.
At first you had thought another Thanator or a more dangerous creature had snuck up on you as you whirled around.
Only there was no creature.
“Hey, hey, hey,” Jake’s voice registered in your ears before you realized he had been the one to grab your arm. “It’s just me, okay? It’s just me.” He held his other hand up cautiously and you stared at him in confusion until you realized your other hand had been raised up to strike whoever it was that had grabbed you. But now seeing that it was just Jake, you lowered your arm and slid down to the ground. Jake knelt down beside you, “Hey, are you hurt? Are you okay? Doc?”
You waved him off, your other hand absentmindedly latching onto the wrist that still held onto your arm. “Oh my god, Jake, don't scare me like that!” You smacked his chest, startling him. “What are you even doing sneaking up on me like that?! I thought another Thanator caught me!”
“Another?” Jake’s brows furrowed. His eyes traveled your body, “It didn’t get you—”
“No, it didn’t.” You sighed, slumping your shoulders against the tree bark.
Jake seemed to have been calming down as well as he let you go and stood back up. You frowned at the loss of touch but followed, pushing yourself up on your feet, “What are you even doing out here alone? I thought you were getting checked out by Mo’at.”
“Yes, hours ago.” You nodded moving away from him and toward a nearby torukspxam and stood under it as it was still raining. “Neytiri and I were out here earlier together.”
“Why didn’t you come back with her?” Jake questioned, frowning, his face unreadable.
You dropped your gaze away from his and pressed your back against the thick stem. You felt embarrassed, you felt like hiding away from him and his masked gaze. “I came here to think. I needed some time too.”
There was shuffling before in the corner of your eye, you saw Jake stood under the torukspxam with you. The two of you were quiet for a few seconds. Your gaze fell onto a pink leaf, dripping with water. Gently, you allowed your fingers to graze it.
Then Jake finally spoke.
“It’s too dangerous for you to be out here alone, especially when you’re not properly trained.” You could feel his eyes on you. Burning your skin. “You could’ve been killed.”
“Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve endangered myself.” You smirked a bit.
“Y/N.” Jake scowled at you. “You can’t keep putting yourself in danger like this. And if you keep being reckless, then someone will get hurt because of it.”
This wasn’t Jake speaking to right now. This was the leader of the Omatikaya. The Olo’eyktan. Speaking to you as if you were one of his followers. And pretty much pissed you off.
You glared at him now, “Then why did you come? Since I’m so dangerous, why are you here?”
“That’s not what I—”
“Is that why you came all the way out here?” You questioned, pushing away from the stem and stepping back into the rain. “Just to lecture me, make sure I don’t get anyone else killed? Is that all?”
Jake didn’t say anything. Just stared at you, or past you, you really couldn’t tell. His eyes were too glazed over, his face was too guarded.
Fine, you had never been good at reading Jake. Or rather, he wasn’t that great at expressing himself emotionally. But right now it was particularly frustrating.
Your shoulders lumped and your hardened face loosened. It was then you realized something you were afraid of. That all of this. Was caused only by your actions.
“Look, maybe you’re right.” Was what came out of your mouth first. At the sound of your words, Jake now stared at you in both confusion and hesitance. “What I did….what happened those five years ago…that wasn’t fair. Grace told me not to do it and maybe…maybe I should’ve listened to her.”
“Y/N—”
“And even though I’m not sorry for what I did to Hell’s Gate, I am sorry for leaving.” You frowned, dropping your gaze. “I didn’t want to die. I didn’t want to leave you. I tried, I tried so hard to come back from it. To come back to you and the others….but I didn’t…”
The rain filled the silence between you, wrapping you in its cold embrace as you speak, voice now shaky. Jake had yet to say anything nor did you hear him move. But you kept going, you forced yourself to keep going even though these words hurt your heart. Hurt every part of your soul.
You closed your eyes to keep the tears at bay. “Just…Just say you hate me. Say it and maybe this loss will be easier. Maybe it won’t be like stones on my heart anymore.”
It wasn’t until you felt both his hands on your face did you realize how close he had gotten to you without you realizing it. The physical contact had taken you off guard, so much so that you just stared at him as he brought your head closer to his until both your foreheads had connected. And the both of you stayed like this, one of his hands lowering to the side of your neck, squeezing it gently. Out of habit, your hand came to meet his wrist.
And for a moment, you had forgotten the rain.
“Loss will never be easy.” Jake whispered to you, pressing a gentle kiss against your forehead. “No matter what I did, numbing myself, burying it all down, forgetting…I could never forget the woman I loved. That I love so much it fucking burns me.” He pressed a long kiss against your cheek and you melted into his warm touch. He muttered his next words against your skin, his voice trembling, droplets of warm water dripping down your neck. “I thought I lost you…”
Your foreheads met once more. This time you moved your own hands to his face to wipe away the tears. And you were so relieved when he leaned into your touch as much as you did with him. You were so relieved to be able to feel him instead of imagining it, instead of yearning for it. He was here. Holding onto you so tight as if you were to disappear.
“And I’ll be damned if I do again.” His hands moved down to your arms, pulling you closer until both your chests were pressed against each other. “Don’t ask me to hate you. Don’t ask me to let you go. It’ll only make me hold on, it’ll only make me love you more. And I’m sorry, Doc, but I won’t let you go this time.”
He pulled you closer until his mouth was on yours. His lips against yours were as soft as you remembered. As gentle but possessive just as his hold on you was. You remembered the last time you had been held by him like this, how all you felt then was dread and worry of what the inevitable held. But now, all you could do was just sink deeper into this, embrace it, embrace him.
Finally.
When you broke apart, it was your words that came out first, “I see you.” Jake’s eyes lit up at your words and you smiled, “I never got a chance to say it before.”
With a teary smile, he stole another kiss from you.
“I see you, Y/N.”
Jake’s hands slid into yours as he tugged you forward, “We should head back now. They’re probably wondering where we are.”
You nodded as you allowed him to pull you along, “Right, the great Toruk Makto and now the Olo’eyktan. What can’t you do, Jake Sully?”
“Get you to be my mate any faster.” Jake sent you a small smile, his hand moving to the small of your back as he moved a leaf out of your way.
Warmth filled your cheeks despite the cold weather. “Patience. That seems to be it.”
Jake’s hand squeezed yours as he continued pulling you along, “I have waited five years for you. Patience is long overdue.”
A foreign sound left your lips and it strangely sounded similar to a laugh. “Well, not all of us can be perfect.”
“Tsmuke!” Mo’at scowled once she spotted you and Jake walking out of the forest. Did I say you were done here? Where have you wandered off to?!”
“I’m sorry—” You tried but Mo’at ignored you and tugged you back into her tent with Jake trailing behind.
Inside, Neytiri was already there with Kiri and two other kids who were playing with each other. You sent her a look as Mo’at made you sit on the floor, “You could have given better directions, you know.”
She raised a brow, “My instructions were quite simple actually…” As Mo’at began washing on the liquid that had dried on your arm, you watched as Neytiri’s eyes settled on something behind you. You briefly glanced over your shoulder to find Jake slipping into the tent. He looked at you with a certain softness that made your heart flutter. His eyes twinkled when he saw Neytiri and the children.
You felt it without him even saying anything. Everything felt complete, felt familiar…
And felt like home.
A shy smile tugged at your lips and Neytiri smirked before saying, “Like I said. My instructions weren’t too difficult.”
You stared at her suspiciously, briefly wondering if she had meant to leave you out in the forest on purpose and that Jake finding you wasn’t as much of a coincidence as you had thought.
“Dad!”
One of the boys grinned and rushed over toward him. Jake knelt down toward the boy who you realize right then was one of his sons. The other one was sitting next to Neytiri and staring at you curiously just as Kiri had in the beginning.
Neytiri noticed and gently caressed the boy’s cheek, “Neteyam, this is Y/N. She is meant to be a part of our family now.” She glanced toward you, “If she chooses to accept us.”
The boy, Neteyam, looked back at you and smiled. It was amazing how much he looked like Neytiri when he did. “Hello, Y/N.”
Mo’at pinched your arm, “No moving.”
You winced but obeyed and then turned back to the boy, “It’s nice to meet you, Neteyam.” In the corner of your eye, Jake was now playing with the other boy, lifting him up and down as the boy continued to giggle loudly. Inside the tent was very peaceful and quiet. Not quite to the point of discomfort. It was the type of quiet you wouldn’t mind staying in for a long period of time, especially with the people that you cared for. Who loved sitting in silence also.
Kiri came up to you to show her doll to you as Mo’at went back to retrieve more of the liquid from the fire. She went on and on, talking about her doll in her cute childlike babble. You began showing her how to play with the doll, similar to the way you had done so back when you were a child. And then eventually Neteyam found his way over to the two of you, sitting quietly while watching as you and Kiri played with the doll.
Eventually, Kiri and Neteyam got distracted and went over to Neytiri and Mo’at, watching the latter do her work as Tsahik. The other boy soon followed them.
On your left, Jake settled down next to you, his shoulder brushing against yours. You watched the three children with a smile. One of them looked like Jake, another looking like Neytiri, and then one who looked almost identical to Grace. It made your heart heavy that you had missed her birth or the first five years of her life. But you hoped now, after Grace’s request, you’d be given the chance to actually be there for her.
Just the same as Grace had done for you.
When you looked at Jake, there were tears in his eyes. But it wasn’t sad. It wasn’t grief. Instead he smiled and it reached his glassy eyes.
And the whole time he was just simply looking at you.
“Happy?” You whispered, smiling gently as you wiped away his tears.
He chuckled, pressing a gentle kiss to the hand that held the side of his face, “I’m just glad you’re here. And that it’s not a dream I’m dreading to wake up from.”
Your smile grew as you rested your head on his shoulder. For a while you stayed like that. You met Neytiri’s eyes from the other side of the tent where she stood with Mo’at and the children. She smiled at the two of you and you smiled back.
Quietly, you say, “I missed you too, Puppet.”
His shoulder shook as he chuckled, pressing a kiss in your hair.
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Part 3/3 - previous
Patri x reader, Claudia x reader
Ending II: I do like you!
You tried to catch up to Patri when she was leaving.
"Can we talk?" - You said following her out to the parking lot.
"About what?" - She answered with an attitude.
"Seriously?! You got the two of you suspended from next game!"
"Oh of course this was my doing!"
"Grow up! It was, your fault! You should be punishing me. Not Claudia. She's been nothing but a good friend, always."
"Yeah, you two look real good friends."
"Stop that. It was just a kiss! You and I did a lot more than that, and we were still just friends. I don't think a kiss has anything on fucking your best friend for months."
"You were with me. Why did you kiss her?"
"Excuse me? You were with someone else! You barely noticed my presence."
"Why are we even discussing this? We aren't a thing! You have no right to be jealous!"
"Your right! I read the situation wrong and that was on me. But you, you only cared about the attention I was giving out, once my attention had went to someone else. And that's on you."
"Don't say that. It's unfair."
"Is it? Admit to yourself, that was what you were after. No offense, but that's who you are! And you know that. I've watched you do this to too many girls.
I was stupid! I mixed my emotions with my pleasures."
"Maybe this should have stayed in Ibiza."
"Finally something we agree on.
I didn't mean to hurt you-"
"Yes you did." - she said interrupting you.
"Fine. That night I did, only because I was hurting.
But this, was never meant to destroy our friendship.
And now look at us! You basically attacked Clau today."
"I'll apologize tomorrow."
"Thank you."
"Can I go now?"
You only nodded your head. And watched her pull out of the parking lot and leave.
To say you were frustrated was an understatement. How did you get so deep into this? How'd let yourself fall in to her so freely?
You were so blinded by the feeling of having her, that you forgot love is a two sided thing.
And here you sat on your couch. Crying your eyes out. You had managed to lose your love and your friend all at once.
And thinking about it, even if you could turn back in time, you wouldn't change a thing.
Despite what you two had said earlier, you didn't regret it.
And what you didn't know, was that she didn't either.
Well you didn't, until she showed up at your door that night.
"Patri what are you doing here?"
"I did it all wrong!" - She was crying. You could probably count in one hand the number of times you had seen her cry.
"Come on, don't just stand there." - As you pulled her into the apartment. - "Chamomile or English Breakfast?" - You asked heading straight to the kitchen to prepare her a cup of tea.
"Chamomile is fine."
And for the next ten minutes she watched you silently, preparing her the drink. It gave her time to calm down.
"Here."- You handled her the mug she would always choose to use when she was over. The fact that you took that into consideration, even in a situation like this, made her heart ache.
"Thanks.
You were right earlier. I did to you, what I had done to all the others. But this time, I did it for a different reason.
It's very hard for me to let myself trust others. I sleep around because that seems way better and more comfortable than going through another heartbreak.
But with you everything was different.
I'd trust you with my life. You're kind and intelligent and you're always there when others need somewhere to hide or someone to hold, when things get hard.
I didn't have to decide to fall in love with you or not. It just happened.
And I couldn't take the fact that for the first time I actually let myself feel something, it was with someone who was just looking for something casual.
I tried to free myself from my feelings by getting with someone else. I didn't think I could take your rejection."
"What ever made you feel like I would reject you?! I'm in love with you! And I thought you felt the same. Only to find you were with someone else."
"I should have told you how I felt instead of running from my feelings. And I apologize for hurting you. I regret it so much.
Would you ever let me make up to you?" - You saw it in her eyes. They'd always try to read you, when she was anxious for an answer.
"Yes.
But no more lying. No more hurting each other. And most importantly no more hurting Piña."
"So can I finally ask you out?"
Liked this one better than the Claudia end. I promise a cute Clau story, to make up for it.
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The Book of Leshy - 1 [Leshy 3]
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It wasn’t too long of a wait before Father Edvard brought in the people he had referred to. A looming yellow skunk followed behind him, their loping pace indicative of their aged and weary body, while a few feet behind trailed a purple skunk, looking as if she had to force herself to take each step.
“Leshy, I would like you to meet Tyler and Aster.” Father Edvard explained, gesturing to each of the new arrivals in turn.
I examined them carefully, noting the scars covering Tyler’s face, and the one that crossed over Aster’s eye. Tyler also looked me over, eyes narrowing slightly before they folded their arms, not very interested.
“V-Vessel Leshy?” Aster piped up, a mix of awe and apprehension on her face. “Th-The one chosen by Lady Zuriel, the b-br-brother to the heretic--”
Tyler raised a hand, putting it in front of Aster’s face and making her fall silent. She flinched back, realizing her error, and closed her mouth, looking to Tyler to take the lead.
“A pleasure to meet the both of you.” I managed, making sure not to forget my manners.
“So you want me to spend my time teaching this kid how to fight.” Tyler grumbled, looking to Father Edvard, who nodded.
“He is of the age where some basic defense would do him some good, and you’re the best one I can think of for the task.” Father Edvard replied.
“Father,” Tyler snorted, pinching their brow. “He is a worm.”
“U-Uh, actually, a ca-caterpill--”
“He has no bones.” Tyler interrupted, snapping a sharp look at Aster. “His anatomy does not exactly scream ‘agile,’ you know.”
“Perhaps for typical combat, but are we truly followers of Chaos if we do not adapt?” Father Edvard raised an eyebrow.
Tyler let out a sigh, closing their eyes for a moment.
“I am willing to try.” I forced myself to say, puffing my chest out a bit. I didn’t want to seem weak, or scared, in front of Tyler. I wanted to show to them I was capable.
It was a good few moments before Tyler finally heaved another sigh, setting their hands on their hips.
“I’ll see what I can do, but I make no promises that you’ll be a warrior by the time all’s said and done.”
“Brilliant,” Father Edvard said, clapping his hands with a small smile. “I entrust you with Leshy’s potential, Tyler.”
“Don’t blame me if things don’t turn out how you want.” They replied. “Now, is that all?”
“For now.” Father Edvard nodded. “Thank you, Tyler.”
“In that case, come with me, squirt.” Tyler suddenly turned and began to head to the entrance. Aster followed close behind, only glancing back to make sure I was following--which I did with haste, barely managing a wave farewell to Father Edvard.
“The sooner we start your training, the better.” Tyler announced when we stepped outside into the clearing. “The question is… What kind of combat would you best suited for…”
That was…. Certainly quite the question. I couldn’t exactly punch or kick like most others, given my limbs were quite short.
“Are you ever going to metamorphize?” Aster asked, a finger to her chin. “There’s definitely options if you were to become a butterfly…”
“I… I’m not sure.” I admitted. “Lee is an adult, but she’s still a caterpillar herself, and I never knew my parents, so…”
“No sense dwelling on it, then.” Tyler scoffed. “As for what can be done right now, I think equipping you for range is probably the best bet. You don’t have to worry too much about your mobility, for one.”
“So, like bows and arrows and stuff?”
“If that’s what you want to try. But there’s a few different classes of range to experiment with, like with staves or lances…”
“Those can be pretty heavy, though…”
Tyler sighed, folding their arms. “Well, we could always try to--”
It was then we all froze, hearing an eruption of shouts. We turned in the direction of the noise, and I felt my heart sink into my stomach.
“DON’T LET HER GET AWAY THIS TIME!”
“DEATH TO THE HERETIC!”
It was Lee. For some reason, she was back--Why?? Why would she make herself known, when she knew what had happened last time?
A group of people had surrounded her, screaming insults at her as she desperately looked for an escape. I had never seen her so scared before, not even when Zuriel had attacked her…
A squirrel lunged at her, pinning her to the ground. She squirmed, but was helpless against the others who swarmed in closer to kick, punch, and claw at her. I could hear my blood rushing in my ears and my fear spiked, knowing full well the crowd had no intent on being merciful.
“H-Help me stop them!!” I choked out to Aster and Tyler before rushing to the crowd, pushing my way through the tangle of legs in order to reach Lee. I could feel a few blows on my back, but I didn’t care, I just focused on protecting my sister.
A few people faltered when they saw me, unsure what to do in my presence.
“AS ZURIEL’S VESSEL, I COMMAND YOU STAND DOWN!” I hollered at the top of my lungs, just before receiving a hesitant punch from somebody. At my command, they backed off, as did the rest of the crowd, confused.
“Leshy?” Lee managed, looking up from her hunched position. “What are you--”
“I should be asking you that!” I hissed under my breath. “Why did you come back so soon??”
“Well, I--”
“Why are you protecting the heretic, Leshy?” Somebody in the crowd asked, followed by a murmur of agreements. “She seeks to stifle Lady Zuriel’s Chaos!”
I turned back to the crowd, trying my best to still my shaking body. I could see over the shoulders of a few participants that Tyler and Aster had done nothing to help, merely staring at the scenario with disinterest. So much for their assistance!
“I…” I managed, keeping my voice as level as I could. “I am working on reforming her. Teaching her the true wonders of Chaos.”
“You’re what?” Lee hissed.
“Go with it! Unless you want to die!” I returned, before raising my voice to the crowd again. “So please… Keep your distance, and leave it to me…”
Silence echoed after I closed my mouth, everyone else looking carefully between me and Lee. I was certain some of them didn’t buy it--But it’s not like they were in any position to go against me, being Zuriel’s right hand.
Then, finally, the group began to disperse, most heading in the direction of the temple to pray. The rest hovered for a moment, still looking at me with unsure expressions. They only went to tend to their own business when Tyler and Aster approached, surprised looks of recognition crossing a few of their faces.
“You’re lucky they didn’t call your bluff.” Tyler scoffed.
“Yeah, well, you weren’t exactly very helpful.” I spat back, turning to help Lee stand up.
“Wanted to see if you actually had a spine in there, that’s all.”
“Tyler. Aster.” Lee said curtly. “Long time no see.”
I raised an eyebrow, surprised that Lee actually knew the pair, but none of them elaborated. Perhaps it was best to not get into that at the moment, anyway.
Instead, I repeated my earlier question, “Why are you back so soon, Lee? You said you were going to be a few hours.”
“I was…” She started, giving a wary glance to the other two, before lowering her voice to a frustrated mumble. “I was looking for Haro.”
Tyler’s mouth twitched, like they wanted to say something, but they remained still. Even Aster, who kept quiet to begin with, started fidgeting with her fingers upon hearing the name.
“After they left last night, I just couldn’t get over all the stuff they said, so I wanted to find them, or at least Decarabia. No such luck, of course. Seems they only show up if they want to be found.”
“Well, if you’re done looking, you’re just in time to see Leshy start some of his training.” Tyler finally managed through a tight jaw. “We were actually discussing what weapons might be best for him, before we overheard the commotion.”
“Weapons?” Lee’s antennae sprang up straight, showing the true level of her shock. “Leshy’s--Why would he--He’s too YOUNG to--Why??”
“I want to.” I interrupted her stammering, trying to sound assertive. “I don’t want to be helpless, Lee! You’ve had to protect me for so long, and you can’t keep it up forever! I need to learn some independence! I.. I need to be brave.”
“This isn’t because of what Lady Zuriel said you to, is it?” Lee pressed, voice softening. “Because you don’t need to be brave, Leshy--I mean, you don’t need to put yourself in danger to prove you’re brave.”
“Lee, face it!” I snapped. “You literally just got attacked, and what if I’m not there next time? I don’t want people to look at you and go, ‘oh, there’s the heretic, we should kill her,’ I want people to know you’re my sister, and that they should think twice before hurting you again! I can’t do that if I’m still a weak little bug!”
Lee just stared at me, still worn down from the attack, and not really having much energy to argue with me. I could see a tired pain in her eyes, a thousand retorts being drummed up and waiting to jump from her mouth, but… After another glance to Tyler, she just sighed.
“I guess it has to be sooner rather than later, at this rate.” She said quietly. “Because frankly, even if you do become strong, it’s not like I’ll be around to help you for very long.”
I blinked, and almost asked her what she meant by that, but Tyler suddenly clapped my back, making me stumble forward a bit.
“Well, with all that out of the way, how’s about we get to what we were planning to do in the first place?” They said, forcing a smile.
With not much else to say in protest, I gave a nod, glancing back to Lee, who was now waiting for Tyler to lead the way.
“C’mon, then.” Tyler prompted, beginning to walk once more. “I know a spot where we can try out some different things and figure out what’s best for you.”
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Aaaalright, Aslante Legacy, final game (until the new one comes out) of the serie, thoughts and theories ! Once again, spoilers for the entirety of the two trilogies and the movie. Probably some swearing too, here and there.
-Gotta love how every game starts with the Professor receiving some letter and immediately deciding without further thoughts or plan or questions : OK let's go, screw my job, screw Luke's parents (screw Flora), we're going on a new possibly deadly dangerous adventure !
-... Sycamore is actually Descole, isn't he ? I mean... Look at the hair.
-Excuse me, a million years old ?!
- Luke, meet your new big sister, she can make magic with her brain.
- OK but how are they going to explain this *opens door with incantation* thing.
-Oh wait it's easy : Vocal password. Aslante civilisation wasn't more advanced than us, they were just super overdramatic about it. Mystery solved.
- And Aurora can make a ship crash because she has a super magnet transplanted in her head.
-Kidding. This is a Layton game. Maybe the girl isn't even real and is an induced hallucination given by an old toxic gas freed from the ice and Targent is just a cellphones company harassing us to sell things.
-This or there was a big misunderstanding about a ridiculously ambitious escape game that went really wrong.
-Last option is that Aslantes indeed used to be technologically advanced and Aurora is indeed 1 million years old, but there has to be something else because I need the final dramatic reveal where Layton points.
-random person ; Oh so you're a little family on vacation! What a beautiful couple you make with beautiful children !
Luke : Actually, we're not related.
Layton : I don't have kids.
Emmy : And I'm single.
Aurora : What's a family again ?
-That scene were Grosky almost got killed by a bunch of mafia guys was brutal.
-Corruption, violence, attempted murder, terrorism, intimidation, mafia-like organisation, kidnapping, art theft, spying... And then there's Descole. I just love how you have so many "action-movie" kind of threats, and then you have that one middle-aged theater kid in a carnival suit.
-Well, now I can add human sacrifices.
-Mushroom people
-Egg people
-What's next, cactus people ?
-Oh no, the actual Far West.
-BIG DOGGO
-is that were the "Layton and the very large dog" thing comes from or...?
-Forgot to write things, but basically people poisened themselves with drugs AGAIN but with the help of a kid, a bird and a library they're okay. So now we have a bunch of eggs but I'll make a tour to do all the puzzles I might have missed. Sorry guys, archeology can wait, I've got some puzzles to do.
-Aurora is still politely waiting for me to talk to her in order to move the plot. The answer is still no.
-Since Sycamore is Descole (I dunno, the hair. Only Descole would have that kind of haircut.), I'm starting to wonder if maybe... Emmy works for him ? Because.. I dunno, some PNJ just told Sycamore how he seemed to care a lot about Emmy, and Sycamore never striked me as the kind of person to look (or even be) caring so yeah I just... Am I reading too much into that ? Emmy does know martial arts and kinda came out of nowhere. But also... She's Emmy. Or maybe it's just a way to say "Sycamore may be Descole, who did tried to kill the protagonists on several occasions, but hey, he can be a nice guy too when he's not maniacally laughing out of madness !". Or just a dumb pnj saying nonsense.
-A fake egg huh. Who did it. It HAS to be someone travelling with us. Sycamore could be an obvious suspect but...Targent has the egg and Descole hate them. Hm.
-Yes, bring the kids to the evil mafia's lair surrounded by people with guns. Then don't let Flora take the train for her safety.
-Ah well one dude got shoot off screen apparently. Probably bleeding as hell. Wonderful sight for Luke's nightmares, a guy covered in blood, barely managing to escape from the people still running after him to end his life. Let's follow him.
-Yes quit your mafia job, take some vaccations, get married or whatever, wish you luck guys. We really hope that you're genuine otherwise that guy we left behind will be very dead huh.
-Sycamore looks way too familiar with Targent's methods. So that what happened to your wife and daughter, huh ? But Kornev seems disinterested in him now, despite his Aslante knowledge. Is the "Legacy" just a method to bring people to life ? That would explain why Descole is so eager to find it. Also can't wait to see Layton's reaction to the reveal of him being Descole. I mean, yes it's just a theory but.... Common it's just so obvious.
-I'm sorry but this girl attempted suicide, we should listen to her and IMMEDIATELY stop this whole thing like she said. I don't know what the azran legacy do but it seems like it's a bad idea to find out, after all.
-Eh, told ya. He had to reveal himself with his signature laugh, didn't he. Also... Yes ! Swordfight! (I feel like Layton will never respect him enough to fight him with an actual sword. This feels like a "You're the loser yet I'm the one with a broken pipe, you pathetic fake swordsman." vibe.
-Can we talk about how heartbroken Aurora must be right now ?
Aurora : You're my friend ? You mean it ?
Desmound: Of course !
Also Desmound : I'm stealing this from y'a, I used you all as a bunch of tools mouwhaha bye !
Aurora : =(
-PROFESSOR YOU CAN'T BRING FOUR PEOPLE TO FLY ON ONE SINGLE DEAD DINOSAUR was what I thought during the cutscene. Until I saw it was just Layton to catch up Descole. It's just... Layton has a HISTORY with hand-made flying devices.
-Also Kornev didn't seem to care that much about losing so they'll just follow them on the finale temple with a bunch of guns I guess. I got spoiled that Luke is going to die and I'm starting to worry a little. Hence why I think they're going to unlock the power of bringing people back to life. But I also guess such power comes with disastrous consequences. Though by the look of Aurora behaviour, it seems like the whole world is doomed.
-Oh hey Descole. Need a hand opening that door ?
-And here they are with the guns.
-Hehe, gun proof ceiling.
-EMMY. YOU. HOW COULD YOU. LUKE HE TRUSTED YOU. THE FUCK. EMMY WHY. AND FOR THIS BASTARD ?! YOU KNOW HE'S A BASTARD RIGHT ? YOU THREATENED LUKE. YOUR LITTLE PAL. WITH A FREAKIN STALACTITE TO HIS NECK. THAT'S A KILLING MOVE EMMY. WOULD YOU HAVE THE GUTS FOR IT. WOULD YOU.
-OK I'm fine, it's ok, alright, good, let's keep going. It's not like I wasn't used to betrayals in video games. But still. What the heck.
-Heeeey, Descole, pal. Guess we're a team now, if you're not in the mood of trying to kill me today ! And you know I would destroy the entire world and then myself if anything had to happen to Luke, riiiight?
-The guy asked for a team up himself, I don't even get to laugh at him.
-Oh thank stars Luke is okay. But for how long.
-I'm sorry Emmy, but you still lied and spied on us. Also threatened Luke. It sucks because you're awesome but still a traitor. I suppose that explains why she won't be around for the next games.
-Luke and Descole being salty at eachother is SO fun to watch.
-what the heck.
-Descole took a bullet for Luke. First of all : Can you PLEASE stop giving this kid near-death experiences, I heard he's supposed to die at some point and it makes these situations even more intense. Even if I know he'll come back thanks to the other games but still. Also... What the actual heck ?
-.... Brothers ?!
-.... Father ?!!
-Wat
-Well, that was... a lot. Guess I'll let you die there, I have to save the world so uh, not the greatest time for a family reunion.
-Everything has gotten 1000 times more awkward between these two. I mean imagine if Descole make it alive:
Des : uh...Little brother.
Layton: Let's not.
Des : Yeah, sounded wrong when I said it too.
-You....You're telling me that all the grunts died on the way here ? Well good thing we haven't met with any of the corpses I guess.
- See Emmy ? This guy would rather see you die on a puzzle than try it himself. I hate him so much. Now I get why Emmy seemed so taken aback after her first meeting with the Professor. That's why she was surprised to be shown some consideration, after years spent with this guy.
-He just... ran the sword through her heart with NO second thought.
-Wait, EVERYONE dies ?!
-And in a very painful and disturbing way ?!!
-They were on the ground. They were dead dead.
-End of the world : Successfully avoided! At the price of ☆trauma☆
-Luke watching his adopted sister disintegrate. Ouch.
-Descole being like : SEE YA ASSHOLES. If he stayed he was sooooo going to jail.
-Fffffffriend ? With him ? Hershel.... I get that it's your biological father, but he also proved himself to be some crazy heartless jerk. On the behalf of "good intentions", but the end doesn't justify the ways. Loved how he made it clear that his parents are his ACTUAL parents and nothing, not even a biological father will ever changr that though. And that HE IS Hershel Layton.
- So let me get this straight. Layton lost his family at 6 because of the mafia of science(was this close to my random "seven curse" theory.). Then lost his best friend at 17 and grieved him for 18 years while blaming himself before he got back from the dead. Then lost his fiancee at 27 and almost got killed by trying to discover the circumstances of her death. Then lost a kid he had to take care of when he was 35 right after being revived by said kid. And witnessed the death of his fiancee AGAIN at 37. And all this with no therapy. I think I get why he has such a harsh time expressing his emotions.
-At least Emmy got to live a REAL independent life. I think she couldn't stay after all that since the trust has been broken, but she still get to have the opportunity to grow on her own to choose who SHE wants to be, not some fake uncle. Wonder if we'll have some news from her in the next game, since now they can acknowledge both of the trilogies.
-Luke and Layton after getting home:
Layton : Not a word to your parents about the whole... dying and stuff ?
Luke : Nope. Definitely not.
-I wonder if one of the reasons Hershel is more protective of Flora is because he's projecting Aurora on her. I mean it's hinted that she got reincarnated, but to him she's still very dead.
-I hope we'll have at least some cameos or references to all those characters in the new game. And a hint that they all went to therapy because heck do they need it. Do something of these coins, professor.
-Wait a second, something's wrong.
LAYTON HASN'T DONE THE DRAMATIC FINGER REVEAL THING
- Probably because he was as confused by everything for this one.
-Besides it's hard to be more overdramatic than Descole. Desmound? Descole?
-Des.
-Wait wait wait... It's implied that Desmound's wife and daughter got killed by Targent, right ? Did it happened under the command of his joke of a father? Did that happened or did I forgot something ?! Like what.
- Hershel please don't call this shithead a friend. He's not. Why am I more angry at Bronev than you are.
-Silly idea of Layton and Descole attempting a talk like normal brothers :
Des : So remember that time we died ?
Layton: Oh yes. Yes. And, uh, saved the world.
Des : And that one kid really died.
Layton : I can still kill you in a swordfight you know, that's gentleman's approved.
Des : *sips tea*
And this was the final one. I would have done Mysterious Village and Pandora's Box too but I already played those before I began to write my thoughts while playing so there would be no point now that I know the plots. Anyway, I absolutely loved these games and can't wait to play the new one on Switch, after going through both trilogies, I'm ready for the new wave of angst !
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One Step Forward and Then a Misstep
Danny told his parents who he was, what he was, and they accepted him. It's all he could have ever wanted, so why are they still pointing their guns at him? And why are they gesturing so weirdly towards Sam and Tucker?
Wait… He did tell them that his friends already know about his secret, right?
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Danny had thought they had moved beyond this, but despite last week's talk and revelation—and the subsequent freak out and family therapy hosted by Jazz that had followed—he still found himself on the wrong end of his parents' weapons. Admittedly, they were pointed nowhere near him, but still. They were raised and he was clearly the target.
"Stop!" Jack screamed, nowhere near at his regular volume, and then he hesitated and cast Maddie an unsure look before he continued, "You–you fiend!"
And Danny did stop, frozen with a mixture of confusion and old instinctual fear from where he was hovering next to Tucker and Sam. His friends had tensed up as well, clearly just as confused as he was about what was going on.
"Fiend? Really?" Sam asked with raised eyebrows and what almost sounded like a laugh in her voice.
"Danny?" Tucker hissed out of the corner of his mouth with a weary look at Maddie and Jack's weapons.
Sam pursed her lips and sent his parents a calculating look as she asked, "Didn't you..?"
"That's right! Ghost!" Maddie stepped up next to her husband as she raised her own gun, aimed at the wall a good distance away from where Danny was hovering.
Danny gave a startled laugh, unsure what was going on. "What? What are you guys doing?"
A small kernel of dread took up residence in his stomach. Afraid that he had somehow not managed to get through to them after all. That all their acceptance had been fake. That they were back to square one, only this time he had nowhere to hide.
But they hadn't been anything but understanding since the reveal, and they weren't usually ones for being sneaky and for deception. If they hadn't accepted him, Danny was fairly certain that he would have known by now. So, something else must be going on.
Maddie sent Tucker and Sam a very pointed look, and topped it off with a very unsubtle nod t before loudly saying, "Silence!" Before promptly flinching and whispering, in a voice that could still be heard where the three of them stood, "Sorry, honey."
"Y–yeah!" Jack stepped in; one finger pointed right at Danny's confused face. "Don't talk to us like we know each other! We have no idea who you are! Or who you—who you were! Or–or anything!"
Sam leaned over towards Tucker and Danny and whispered, "This is bizarre."
Danny was inclined to agree. He frowned as he tilted his head at his parents. "So… Do I have to run away, or what's the deal here?"
"Yeah, Mr. and Mrs. Fenton, what's going on?" Tucker asked, before leaning in and asking in a much lower tone of voice, "Is someone watching us?"
Instead of answering, Maddie grabbed Tucker's arm and pulled him behind her. "Watch out! I'll–I'll protect you from the very dangerous ghost. Now get out of here, Phantom!"
Jack motioned for Sam to join him but she just crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow. "You should watch out for the–the–the ghost! Yeah, the ghost, especially this ghost, is dangerous. Which we know even though we don't know him. It! We don't know it. Of course, cause why should we? Were ghost hunters."
"That's enough, dear!" Maddie hissed at him and Jack finally stopped his rambling with another look cast in Tucker and Sam's direction.
Wait.
Were they—were they trying to protect his secret? From his best friends?
But hadn't he told them…?
Danny slapped a hand over his face. He hadn't. He had told them about being a ghost, sure, but he couldn't remember mentioning the involvement of his best friends. To his defense, he had been very focused on getting the bare basics down before he got shot, so he might have left some parts out.
He dragged the hand down his face with a groan. "Please stop. This is painful to watch."
Maddie shook her head, eyes earnest. "But honey! We can't just–"
Danny cut her off with a smile. "It's okay. I get it now. I messed up." He gestured to Sam and Tucker, "They know. They have known from the beginning."
He punctuated the statement by flying down to stand next to Sam and Tucker, placing a hand on both of their shoulders to demonstrate just how much they knew.
"Oh…" Maddie trailed off as her arm lowered and the gun in her hand was redirected to pointing at the ground instead.
Jack gave a booming laugh that was loud enough to startle all them. "We just didn't want to give away your secret!"
"And that's very nice of you!" Danny hurried to assure them. And it really was. "It's just—"
"You didn't tell them about us?!" Tucker asked with incredulity and offense clear in his voice.
Danny slapped a hand over his friend's mouth and kept on talking, "But you guys have got to work on your acting if you're gonna do this again."
"Yeah," Sam nodded, "You guys really can't lie to save your life."
Maddie looked scandalized as she scoffed and said, "Of course we can!"
Danny laughed, feeling the last of the tension leave him. "You really can't. Just—maybe we should try to avoid each other when we're out in public?"
Maddie and Jack exchanged another glance and Jack looked almost guilty as he amended, "...Maybe that's for the best."
Sam hit Danny on the shoulder as she turned to continue the walk that had been so suddenly interrupted by his parents' arrival. "Well, come on then fiend. Let's go attack that homework."
"That is not becoming a new nickname!" Danny complained as he followed her.
Tucker snorted as he joined them. "Silence, ghost!"
"Stop it!"
"See you later, honey!" Maddie called after them. "Dinner's at six!"
"Mom! I'm in costume!" Danny whisper-shouted, thankful that the street was empty and that no one was out to see or hear this.
"Oh, right!" She covered her mouth with a hand and whispered, "Sorry." She didn't look sorry.
"Good luck!" Jack screamed.
Danny shook his head with a groan as Sam and Tucker snickered at his side.
Parents.
Maybe telling them had been a mistake after all.
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No one killed the King.
It’s been three days, seven hours, nine minutes and exactly sixty nine seconds since Vea Amaris broke into our ballroom, collapsed on the floor and cried. In the past three days, seven hours, nine minutes, and exactly sixty nine, well seventy seconds since then, a lot has happened. My mother has decided to acknowledge herself as the queen until I breach eighteen. After that, I will be the ruler, and she an advisor.
Vea Amaris is now well enough to sit up straight, well partially. Their ministers have already received a letter, explaining where their acting ruler is, as their father’s whereabouts are unknown. Eren left early yesterday morning, determined to find King Amom.
There’s so much to do. Father’s funeral has already been held. We had no body to bury so we buried his falchion, even though he never used it. He stuck to his daggers until the very end, but they were lost at sea along with his beloved bow and arrow, if only we had them.
Grief weighs down every move in the castle, Zuri can no longer be seen sketching the horizon or taking one of her long walks on the beach, she’s shut herself in her wing and has allowed no one to see her. She’s even stopped taking her meals with mother and I!
I wish I could fault her, blame her, but it would be hypocritical of me. If I could, I would hide away in my room as well, but I have duties. I am expected to rule while my mother recovers from the shock, she is still queen but I am still the heir. I still have to lead my people, I still have to look after Vea, soothe our agitated allies before they turn on us, defend my kingdom and most importantly, find my father’s killer.
There aren’t any leads to follow, I haven’t been allowed near Vea, therefore I cannot question them about his death. There’s no ship to inspect, no bodies, no witnesses, nothing. Nothing. NOTHING.
Nothing’s such a horrible word, there’s no point to it. It’s the only lie we accept. Every question in the world could be answered with those seven letters, but it’s never nothing, is it? There’s always something, or someone.
This is basically a long winded way of saying, I’m sneaking into Vea’s hospital room to ask them questions about my father’s brutal murder. Yay! This will definitely not backfire, Amaris is… reasonable, for the lack of a better word.
My shoes are off, and all that could give away my identity is hidden away in my room, where I’ve arranged a few cushions to pretend that I’m asleep in my room. The borrowed (read: stolen) servant’s gown is slightly uncomfortable but nondescript enough that no one will pay attention to me.
Now. I have a royal to harass.
-X-
I quietly make my way around the clinic, careful to stay on my guard, while Ababyomi may be out for now, she’s sure to return soon, and she knows every single nurse that works for her. The second she’s back, I’m screwed. The other nurses mill about restlessly, currently the only patient in the castle is Vea. That makes my work a lot harder.
I manage to disappear behind the curtain that separates my mark from me and my questions. Vea looks less pitiful today, the swelling around their eyes has gone down, making them look less racoonish. The blood that clung to their armour and skin that night, has been painstakingly cleaned, the only trace of their injuries are the stitches that line most of their body.
They cock their head to the side, and sit up. Their smile is tired and their hands barely obey them when they lift it in a silent gesture. “You’re welcome here.” It’s small and silent, a mutual understanding. We’ve both lost our fathers and for tonight, there is to be no mention of the war, only a grim compromise.
I’ll tell you what you want to know, and you’ll tell me what I want to know. No ifs, no buts.
“Good evening, Vea.” I drag a chair next to their bed, allowing my body to finally rest. For the past three days, I’ve done nothing but run around, and deal with agitated allies. A few moments of rest and relaxation was much needed.
“Daraja. I am truly sorry about your father, I wish I could have done more , helped him, somehow.”
“You still can, help me find who killed him, Vea. Please.” I want to scream and cry but diplomacy helped us before, perhaps it can again.
“I’ll help however I can…. For a price.”
“A price?”
“Nothing is ever free Princess.” They smile at me softly, their gaze carries no heat, a simple aura of cool intellect hidden by a weak exterior.
“I’m aware, name your price.”
“A walk around the palace?” Well. That was…surprising.
“Uh. Sure.” What could possibly go wrong?
-X-
After a nerve wracking escape from the clinic, we wander around in the gardens, there is not a single soul in sight. Only Vea and I.
For a few moments neither of us speak, the only sound passing between us is that of their cane sounding against the cobblestones.
“So.” A brave attempt at breaking the tension, a failed one but brave nonetheless.
“Right.”
“I don’t know how to start.”
A beat.
“I’ll tell you exactly what happened and then you can decide what you want to do with me.” Vea offers, their gaze turned away from me. They don’t wait for an answer.
“We set sail almost immediately after the treaty was signed. He didn’t want to wait until dinner, he didn’t want to wait a second longer. All he could talk about were his girls, he talked about Zuri and The queen but mostly, he talked about you and how proud he was of you. He really loved you Daraja.” The weather is exceptionally warm, even my eyes are perspiring.
“ I wish both of us could have made it home Daraja, I really do, but when those monsters took me…”
“Monsters? Took you? Wha-” WHAT MONSTERS? LITERAL? FIGURATIVE? ELABORATE.
“They didn’t tell you, did they?” Of couuuurse they did, I’m just pretending not to know. Read the garden Amaris.
“I’m sorry, um I forgot that Aiga wasn’t aware of the skelons.” Skelons? What?
“Skelons?”
“It’s a long story…”
“I’ve got time.”
A/N: Has this been beta read? Absolutely not no. Has this been posted after a billion years? Absolutely yes.
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I'm not very familiar with requesting but Sunny x reader where Sunny meets reader from the city after he moves, maybe from school or whatnot (you can decide the backstory) And the two become friends and then a bit more?? Reader is very cheerful and warm, but kinda reserved and a bit shy with affection, but does enjoy giving affection!
(OMORI) SUNNY meeting Y/N Post-Game
Small featuring KEL, AUBREY, BASIL, HERO, and MARI!
Type: Pure Fluff
Warning: Self doubt, mentions of omori spoilers
Proofread: no.. <:3
Note: This is so cute, I need a little bit of sunny being happy !! <:)
So, after finally moving out from FARAWAY TOWN with his MOM, SUNNY was pretty curious on how his new home would be.
So when he arrived, he was staring with a wide eye, the other being covered by an eye patch.
While him and his MOM were moving in their new house, you happen to be their neighbor, funny right?
SUNNY just stares at your yard, wondering if he should go over and say hello!
But he decided to just get settled in and ready for school tomorrow before trying to socialize.
So when it is time for school, he’ll need some help getting to his classes, and you happen to be near him
You noticed how confused he was, even if his face barely showed it.
You recognized him as your neighbor, so you walked over to him with a smile and asked if he needed some help.
"Hello, I noticed you seemed a bit confused! Since you’re new, do you need help with anything?"
SUNNY stared at you with a stoic expression before nodding and giving you his schedule without even saying a word.
You were taken aback but brushed it off to look at his schedule.
"..Okay! Let’s see.. I know where these classes are! You’re in.. 2 of my classes so that’s even better! Let me walk you around before classes start."
SUNNY once again nodded before following you around like an NPC.
After you showed him the last class, that’s when a conversation started.
"So here is your last class, hope I was helpful."
"…Yes, you were. Thank you."
Oh wow, he actually talked to you!
His voice was so quiet yet gentle.
"If you need anything, just come to me anytime, alright? I know you’re my next door neighbor so don’t be afraid."
"Okay, thank you…"
"Oh uh— my names (Y/N), and you..?"
"…SUNNY, thanks again, (Y/N)."
And that’s how you two hit it off! During those 2 classes he had with you, you hoped he sat next to you or at least near.
You were basically SUNNY’s only friend in this place for about.. 2 weeks.
He would slowly open up, as you would do the same as well!
He would quietly talk about his friends from his old town, and you would talk about things with him that you’re comfortable with
If you didn’t want to say anything cause you’re not ready, then SUNNY doesn’t mind one bit. He’s very patient no matter what.
..Just don’t ask why he has an eye patch, if you ask, just understand why he won’t answer and look uncomfortable.
He would NOT mention anything that’s happened in the game (DREAMWORLD, the incident, BASIL fight, SOMETHING, ETC) only mentioning that he had an older sister, that’s it.
SUNNY admires your reserve, yet cheerful personality and how you won’t try to pry in his personal business.
SUNNY’s MOM ADORES you! She finds you a sweet person and feels happy that SUNNY had managed to find someone like you in this new town.
After a few months, SUNNY starting feeling some romantic feelings for you, hooray!
He just admires you, for just being you!!!
SUNNY would act like a little kid and become your secret admirer.
If you love receiving love notes then SUNNY would write them 10x as much.
"..Oh! I got another love note, how sweet! I wonder who it is, don’t you SUNNY?"
SUNNY simply nodded.. even though he’s responsible for them.
But if you don’t enjoy the love notes, then SUNNY would immediately stop.
"..Oh, another love note.. I don’t wanna be rude but, these make me uncomfortable, right SUNNY?"
SUNNY simply nodded.. but he feels really bad now, even if his stoic face doesn’t show it.
When SUNNY finally confesses (with advice from his old friends every time he visits them), it’ll be a year of your friendship.
He hopes any romantic sign you were giving to him was true.
SUNNY is legit the type of person to just confessed then walk away immediately, without giving the person time to do anything.
"…I like you a lot."
"Huh?? W-Wait SUNNY—"
Too late, he’s gone in a flash.
You have to find him and tell him you reciprocate his feelings.
"About earlier.. SUNNY, I like you a lot too!"
SUNNY stares at you with a widened eye, his face flushed before nudging his hand to yours, as if he was trying to hold you hand. He slightly smiles at your words, happy his friendship wasn’t ruined.
In my personal opinion, I think SUNNY’s love language is QUALITY TIME (receiving/giving), WORDS of AFFIRMATION (receiving), and secretly PHYSICAL AFFECTION (receiving/secretly giving).
At first, he’s SO AWKWARD about physical affection and words of affirmation because..
It’s SUNNY, he’s so shy and awkward but we still love him
But to be fair you’re so shy when it comes to physical affection.
You felt a gentle nudge on your hand, your eyes/eyebrows perking up before turning to see what’s caused the nudge.
It was SUNNY’s very own hand.
He looks away with a red face yet a blank expression.
You face turns slightly red on what he’s trying to do,
He just wants to hold your hand bro,,,,
You smile before holding his hand with yours, an action that causes him to look at your hands intertwined before looking at you with the same blank expression, this time his eyes were widened.
"You can just ask if you want to hold hands, SUNNY. You don’t have to force yourself."
"..I wanted to."
You have basically won at life, you have a shy and quiet boyfriend who REALLY cares about you and your interests and will literally listen to you talk about the same thing for hours.
But sometimes, he doubts himself and definitely thinks you can do better than him.
Just—
Justvremind that you love him and will never replace him
PLEASE
Even if he doesn’t show signs of self doubting, he just needs reassurance
During the relationship, he might try to be a little bolder by giving you surprise back hugs.
Which would in fact, shock you a lot and be a bit flustered, which SUNNY finds kinda cute.
Oh my god, if you guys ever kiss, SUNNY will DIE.
Lips or not, he will overheat, STILL having that goddamn stoic expression.
Poor guy cannot handle it
He just, he just loves you ok
Whenever he visits FARAWAY TOWN, he talks about you to his friends 24/7/365
Like they’re kinda shocked that he has talked so much, especially someone they haven’t met!
If, by any chance, they visit SUNNY instead
SUNNY will ask beforehand if he can introduce you to his friends
And you don’t mind! Once he does, they already love you!
KEL likes your cheerful personality, and teaches you a bit about basketball!
AUBREY thinks your cool, your type of fashion is cool, she just thinks you’re cool. She congratulates you that you’re dating a mentally ill kid SUNNY!
BASIL would sneak some photos of you two like he use to do! SUNNY warns you beforehand don’t worry. BASIL wishes you good luck on your relationship.
If by any chance, HERO can visit as well, he gives you a pat on the back and asks to take care of SUNNY, since he’s been through a lot.
If you ever visit FARAWAY TOWN with SUNNY, be sure to visit his sisters grave.
He’ll appreciate it a lot. <:)
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MAX VERSTAPPEN FANFIC
Oceans eyes (part 1)
(Gift is not mine. Credit to owner)
So this is my new fanfic about max that I’ve been working quite along now. I hope you like it. I’ve been inspired by the song “Ocean eyes” by billie eilish.
Summary: reader and Charles Leclerc have been best friends since forever, and one day she met Max through Charles and that’s where their love story begin. The reader is a kids doctor and she’s not into the f1 world. With both their busy schedule they will have to learn how to go beyond their own challenges if they wanna stay together.
Characters: Reader x Max Verstappen
Ocean eyes (part 1)
My name is x and I was born and raised here Monaco, my father is the owner and CEO of the BNP Paribas Bank, which is a French bank that operated all over the world and my mom is a doctor at the “Center hospitalier Princesse Grace”. My father always tried to push me into the finances world but my heart had already made its choice.
Since I was a little girl I always loved to help my mother with people, but mostly kids in need. That’s why I became a pedriatrician. On my free time from school and then college, a couple years ago, I helped in an institution that helped kids with different illnesses. Our main job was to help with reabilitacion, but also provide them with shelter, health and education so they can follow theirs dreams. At this point I worked in same hospital as my mom, but I also work in the institution where I’ve been helping my whole life basically. And of course I love it more than anything.
It was the start of august and Monaco was full of people who came from all over the world. The beautiful marine was filled up with the most beautiful yatchs, from small to big. It was a superficial environment of course, the streets were full of people wearing the latest designer clothes, everyone looked their best when walking the streets of Monaco.
It was a lovely Saturday and I finally managed to get a free weekend, which didn’t happen in a long time, so i decided to meet with my lovely friend Charles Leclerc for a coffee in the beautiful “Cafe de Paris”. We were friends since pre-school, we always share everything with one-another till we’re like 15 years old, and then of course life moved its way and I went to college to pursue my dream and so did Charles, but we never lose contact with eachother. We just don’t spend the time together like we used too. I arrived at the cafe and there he was. “Omg (Xreader), you look absolutely incredible, i miss you so much” he said with the most radiant smile opening his arms to hug me. “I miss you to Charles, it’s been forever”
We asked for our coffee and we talked for hours. “How can you not know anything about formula one, when your best friend is literally fighting for the championship?? You’re unbelievable Xxx” he said to me, he had a point. “ you never explain anything to me, and I don’t have the time to watch you know..” I answer honestly “and if you were a nice friend you would already teach me, how can the only thing I know is how fast the tyres are changed.. what a shame” I mocked him a little. We laughed at my ignorance..
“So how is Charlotte doing, I barely see her nowadays..” I ask him and immediately his dark blue eyes shine. “She’s doing fine actually, she’s been studying arquitecture and she’s developing her brand witchs consists in customising shoes and other stuff” he told me very proud “and she’s been incredibly to me very supportive as well I love her very much” he continued talking about her and just by listening I knew my friend was completely in love with her. “I’m so happy for you Charles, you deserve everything and more, you’ve always been the best to everyone, now it’s your time to be happy” I said to him truly
“Yeah I know, you’re the best, but you don’t run away from the question, when do I get to meet your boyfriend??” I laughed kinda too loud at his question “well I would present you if I had one, which I don’t..” I gave him a small smile “how can you not have a boyfriend? At least someone you’re interested in?”, “no not even that, I work with old people, old, ugly doctors and as I spend my life there it gets though to find someone” I laughed of my own misery. It’s not like I was looking for someone, because I wasn’t at all, but I know how Charles was.. “we have to changed that miss (Xreader), you are so beautiful, best student in class all years, a heart of gold, I have to find you a boyfriend” oh now, I thought to myself “ I appreciate Charles, but I’m fine, I’m really focused on my career right now. When I looked to Charles he was waving at someone that I didn’t see right away only when he approached to our table.
He was tall, blond hair that was pulled back in a nice way, and a very beautiful ocean eyes. “Mate how are you!?” Charles said while handshaking him. “Well I’m fine now that I’m leading the championship plus on vacation, I’m Perfect” he said laughing “well enjoy it while it last, you know it ain’t for long” Charles respond in a joking but kinda provocative way. I assumed that this was his opponent for the tittle. “So Max this is my best friend (xreader), and (reader) this is Max Verstappen, mostly know by Super Max ” he said joking I guess.
“Hello Max, nice to meet you” i got up and handshaked him, I gave him a small smile and I think it was the first time he looked at me since he arrived. “Nice to Meet you (Xreader)”
He’s blue eyes met my green ones and we kinda got stuck in that moment it was like no one was there. After a couple of seconds later our hand were still interlaced, and eyes stuck on one another. I came back to reality and hoped Charles didn’t noticed my moment with his friend or whatever they were.
“Mate sit with us have a drink” please say no! I thought to myself “sure, why not”, of course now I had to look at him after our strange moment a couple minutes ago. “Só Charles are you staying in Monaco on vacation?!” Max asked Charles “No, I’m going to Mexico with Charlotte and some friends and you!?”
“Well for now I’m staying in Monaco, enjoying the boat and the jetsky.. kinda of tired of travelling actually, but maybe I will change my mind and go somewhere else, if something changes” he looked straight at me, with his blue eyes shining so bright. They were very beautiful. He was very handsome, dressed in a blue linen shirt that matched his eyes, beige shorts and white sneakers, simple but beautiful. He changed the subject to me “So (Xreader) do you live here in Monaco” he ask me interested “Yes, my life is here, thats where I met the monecat Charles.” I joked a little. “What about you?!” I continued. “I’m a fórmula 1 driver, I’m from the Netherlands and I moved to Monaco a couple years ago, because everyone around this circle of pilots live here so it’s nice. It’s a lovely place to lived. What do you do for living?” he ask me with interest in his voice. “I’m a pediatrician” I said proud of myself and my dear friend Charles couldn’t contain himself and said “she graduated with high score at college, and honers from Monaco government.” He said proud of me, and I smile at my friend.
I felt max’s eyes on me, a very intense look and then he said “that’s very impressive, your parents must be very proud.”
Charles interrupted our conversation to telll that he need to go, Charlotte called him for an “emergency” I laughed and told him it was okay.
“We can meet another day and you can see Charlotte” he said to me. “Yes I would love that”
We hugged again and said our goodbyes. And that’s when I realised Max was still in front of me. I spoke first “Do you wanna get going?”
“Actually, do you wanna go for a walk or something” I look at him and didn’t know exactly what to say I felt a heat coming on my body. It’s been too much time since a man asked me for anything that a simple “go for a walk” was a reason for me to get a little shy. And he noticed it. “Cmon it will be fun I promise” he added. “Fine, I’m coming”.
Well that was the first part. If you like I will post the next part tomorrow.
Bye bye
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okay with THAT dissertation done, the rest of the shit I've done so far, which is finishing up a lot of SLinks! I have now completed Temperance, Sun, Moon, and Death. Let's go over them.
GET READY FOR SOME CARTOMANCY TAAAAAALK
who me? what? don't know WHAT you could be implying Kawakami hahaha anyway how about this weather, btw i'm super happy for you. wow what a crazy random happenstance! you deserve it, i love you.
I KNEW IT, SHE KNOWS
When asked how she figured out, she points out that the thing with Takase's guardians worked out way too well for her and Reverie was the only person she told. Which... yeah, that makes it p5retty fucking obvious huh.
lmao as if Reverie going "I need their names," in the previous scene wasn't a massive flag. I am not playing this subtle but also Kawakami is smart and I adore her.
Her SLink is complete!!!! So far, she's the best one in the game, to my utter astonishment. I'm glad I muscled through the awful start because this SLink has everything: mocking the player's teacher-maid fetish, an incredibly mouthy cool millennial lady, a genuinely tragic backstory without being soap opera-y, sympathetic portray of sex workers. IT'S GOT IT ALL.
Kawakami was kind of a very Standard portrayal of Temperance. It's not a super interesting card, it's just about having the emotional strength to find the path forward and to find balance in yourself spiritually and materially. It's often portrayed as an angel passing water between two cups-- cups are the suit of emotional intelligence. And they're my favorite suit, personally.
Kawakami starts the arc solidly in a reversed Temperance, she can't balance anything, the goblets are overturned, and all of her emotional strength is just pouring out onto the floor because she is so overworked, there is no well for her to draw from. Through the arc, she actually shares her troubles with Reverie, which in of itself is a show of emotional strength, and with his help manages to rebalance herself. Finally, she can take her eyes off the cups and look ahead to her future.
TEN OUT OF TEN, SO FAR SHE'S MY FAVORITE CONFIDANT.
I haven't been recapping it because it's.... genuinely not a link that's easy to summarize bc its a lot of politics and small moments, but I finished the Sun too!
OH SO THAT'S THE JOKE OF EVERY LINK HUH, EVERYONE KNOWS WHO REVERIE REALLY IS that's pretty cute actually, I like it.
Yoshida was this failed politician who got disgraced twenty years ago in a finance scandal, now returned to try and take office again. His whole arc is about his new ideals of empowering the youth and taking care of the elderly, and with the rise of the Thieves, he acknowledges them as a symptom of a broken system that needs massive reform.
You follow him through some intra-party political issues and his recurring thing is that he sticks to running instead of being someone else's right hand man, even when doing so would clear his name from the finance scandal that ruined him.
I'm NOT gonna lie, his final speech is good. He speaks about Reverie, "a certain young man" he met who is aspiring to change the whole, and though Yoshida cannot follow the same path as this young man, he hopes they will meet again at the top of the mountain they are both climbing together, separate.
It's really good honestly. And for the curious, Yoshida is a very interesting Sun to me. The Sun comes at the end of the Star-Moon-Sun sequence and those three cards are basically their own mini-journey. The Star is the herald that the story isn't over and you must continue. The Moon is the darkness that follows, full of illusions and distractions and madness you have to navigate. And the Sun is the light that comes after, is exuberant and joyful, and more than anything it is certain in itself. In the light of the Sun, all is revealed and laid bare. (Which is why it leads into Judgement soon after.)
Yoshida works for the Sun really well because the twenty years of scandal and shame have already happened to him, and he has made it out to the other side. Now, his ideals and purpose are illuminated under the Sun and he never strays from his path.
It's good! Eight out of ten on him!
DEATH! Goth Doctor!
lmao she figured it out too. I guess that's just the joke of every max rank, huh?
Anyway, I loved Tae for The Unnamed Arcana. She's great. I love that she's actually a goth, actually has a very morbid sense of humor, actually talks about death a lot. They really leaned into the whole vibe and I appreciate that.
Also her look is impeccable obviously.
Tae's whole thing is that she's undergoing the process of Death, the transformation the card deals with. With the lost of her prestigious position at the research hospital, she is stuck working in a small back-alley clinic.
She definitely goes through a period of real mourning for her past self, resisting the forward motion of her life. But slowly she begins caring for the locals around her and builds a new patient base. Really, the drama with her past patient and the miracle cure for her is an afterthought; the Death aspect is definitely rooted in Tae herself. And by the end of the link, she is still dour and morbid, but there is life to her voice again.
She's great. Seven out of ten.
So Mishima.
SIGHS. Okay. I hate Mishima as a character and I think he represents everything that is bad about the Phantom Thieves and it's his actions (which were completely unasked for and unprompted) that leads the plot to the clusterfuck we're about to enter with Okamura's imminent death. Fuck the phansite and fuck this phuckboy.
BESIDES THAT
yeah he's a half-decent Moon? It's complicated, actually.
So his set up as the Moon is pitch-perfect. The Moon card is a place a person comes to after great upheaval in their life. It's a dark, quiet place for contemplation and reflection. Best case scenario is that it's a stepping stone in your journey towards the new dawn and the Sun.
But there are strange images in the reflection and the reflected light of the Sun in the Moon can lead a person astray and into madness.
Again: the Moon is an environment of possible madness. The Hanged Man is a risk taken that might led to madness. The Hanged Man goes into the deal eyes open, knowing the stakes. The Moon doesn't know the danger around them and has to keep from lingering.
So as the Moon, Mishima goes from being Kamoshida's punching bag into this dark, quiet place where he doesn't know what to do with himself, only that he needs a purpose. He settles on the Phansite.
Now, I think the game is arguing that running the Phansite gives Mishima direction and purpose, letting him move forward in his path.
I think that's undercut by how much the game itself points out Mishima's actions led to various fuck ups. Remember when Reverie had to be the one to tell him to give back the fucking money he'd collected from "donations"? Honestly, most of the conversations in this SLink are just trying to drag Mishima away from his worse impulses.
Which... also kinda works! I say the game's intended portrayal of the Moon is dumb, but my own is just as valid. I don't think Mishima has moved on and grown at all. I think he's been dazzled by the false, reflected light of the Moon (metaphorically, the allure of his nebulous fame re: the Phansite and his repeated misunderstanding of how to use it without being a malicious prick) and instead of continuing on his journey, he is staring slack-jawed into the illusion.
Sooooooooooo.... Nine out of ten, honestly!
But also I hate Mishima.
ONWARDS, INTO IMMINENT DISASTER!
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Hi! Could I please have a twisted wonderland matchup?
My Name is Rachel, Im 18, and my pronouns are she/her. My zodiac sign is Taurus and Im a Gemini rising. I have brown hair that comes a few inches below my shoulders, brown eyes and freckles.
I’m a really optimistic person, and I try to help others as much as I can! I’m good at giving advice, and making people feel better. I’m also very charismatic and very outgoing! I love trying out new activities, But, I can get impatient easily and I tend to be stubborn. I’m very affectionate and I tend to make sure that everyone around me is feeling alright before making sure that I am. Basically, I’m like the mom friend.
I really enjoy fashion design. I love sewing and coming up with a new ideas of something I can make! I’m also really passionate about music. I’ve played piano since second grade, and it really helps me to express myself! Some of my other hobbies include baking, crocheting and shopping. My personal style is a kind of mix between softie and angelcore. I love clothes that are pink, ruffly or have some sort of lace on them. Some things I like include, pretty perfume bottles, flowers, and jewelry I have a huge sweet tooth, so I also really like desserts! I absolutely hate bugs.
Thank you so much!! <33
Girl you’re making this matchup very hard, you have so many boys who’d be such a good match for you! Hopefully you’ll enjoy who I pick for you~
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I match you with…
Vil Schoenheit!
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Honestly, this was a close draw! You would have fit very well with some of the boys I was thinking about, but Vil takes the whole cake and the sides! He may be seen as cruel and snide, but he’s hiding a whole other person waiting to meet you! I think his five million followers will either be raging with jealousy or cheering for your happily ever after, but I think you’d be basking in his presence because of how devoted to one another you guys are.
Have you ever been sucker punched a couple of directions before finally getting steadied on your feet for a few seconds, only to get sucker punched harder than the last couple of times? Yeah, that’s what happened to Vil every time he thought he knew you. No amount of research could have ever prepared him for you, his eventual significant other. Not that he knew that before he realized he fell for you and when he did? Oh boy, the poor soul fell oh so very hard. When he first saw you at the Opening Ceremony with that weasel thing, he just assumed you were a meek and timid person (I headcanon you were wearing the ceremonial robes over your initial set of clothing). Nope! You’re literally throwing a massive party (the remake of a very merry unbirthday) at the Heartstabyul dorms after Riddle’s Overblot and then an outside afterparty for all the dorms to join to play games and whatnot on the grass in front and around your dorm as he saw on numerous posts on Magicam that night. He definitely choked on his tea when he heard that you managed to come tied between Jamil and Trey in a baking competition of all things competition worthy. Thought you might dress pathetically since you came into this college with literally nothing? Nope! You’re wearing this dress on a day off from school and walking towards the Octavinelle dorms to spend time with Azul and the Tweels, only to barely see in your peripheral view that Vil nearly walked into a column with his face smashed with surprise and shock. He was saved by Rook walking right next to him and pulling him away from walking into the column with a slight exasperated and exhausted look. That was the cue for Rook and Epel to start playing matchmaker and force their Housewarden to realize his affections for you!
At first, both of you were baffled at each other’s existence, even after Vil’s Overblot, it was still slightly uncomfortable to be true to one another. This is where Epel steps up as matchmaker #1: Organize an event where they must meet and compete! Vil was unamused and often tried to get out of such “trivial and childish matters”, but here’s where Rook played matchmaker #2: Force Vil to participate and orchestrate scenarios where Vil interacts with you! This often turned out to be Rook threatening to start hunting down Vil for game instead of the Savannaclaw students and Vil giving into it because he doesn’t want to become the next target of Rook’s games. Eventually, we get to where we really want to be: A relationship with Vil!
Now, Vil loves your expertise in fashion. He often begs you to make it a reality with him being your model so give you the confidence he thinks you should have! You’re telling him this shirt can’t go anywhere? Darling, everyone will want this after he posts it on Magicam! He can even arrange it where the quality wouldn’t be diminished thanks to his connections in the fashion industry. But he respects your decision if you chose not to make your fashion mainstream, he knows how difficult it can be when you don’t want to fail your crowd but everything just feels so overwhelming and basically impossible
He feels so guilty when he can’t have any of your sweets at first when you first started making them for him. He’s so worried about watching his weight and figure that those sweets can’t account for his daily intake. That’s when you start researching desserts Rook has mentioned to you in passing that he could have during dieting. You literally bring Vil to tears when you present these to him. He never thought you’d go out of your way so he could still have your sweets even with a twist added to them that still follow his diet plan but solely your creation just for him. You really are an angel
Now speaking about Magicam, he really does like a fresh colors you throw in his face. The aesthetic bedroom you’ve always wanted to design and have? He’s playing the part of rich boyfriend because not only will it make you happy, but it could be a project he’d allow himself to spend time on to spend time with you. Worried about how much you’ll have to reimburse him for this? Don’t even think about that, most he’ll let you do for reimbursement is to make more of your sweets specifically designed for Vil to eat with you. Right now? He wants to put in the effort of turning the dorm into your dream bedroom with you, his beloved
Is the one thing you hate are insects? He doesn’t blame you, they carry so many diseases and make beautiful places sad in some cases and diminishing quality or they’re useful in potions. He’s invented a potion that you just have to let sit out in said room for the scent to drive any insects away. Don’t worry, he’s tested and has made a version the most potent and effective against the creepy crawlers that doesn’t give anyone else health side effects and smells quite nice. But it does need to be renewed every month for the potion to continue working and cannot, under any circumstances, be spilled from its glass container or allowed to be put on or inside of a student or idiot (Grim). It has acidic like qualities and can even cause chemical burns internally and externally depending on what the liquid has managed to touch. He’s still working on a perfect antidote, mostly because the one he has now causes diarrhea if taken orally for the next twenty-four hours or causes skin peeling around the inflicted area instead. It’s the only price to pay for when striving for a bug free zone
Is absolutely enthralled by your piano playing skills. He loves listening to your melodies, even helps him figure out what kind of mood you’re in. Even plays with you too as he has to be good in some department of instruments. Except he doesn’t ever share his videos of you playing together online, only you ever do. He treasures these moments more than he ever thought he would when he first decided he wasn’t the one to post those videos. It’s a very personal experience to him, he loves it in all sincerity and just totally mundane aspects of the relationship that he falls for you again and again, never getting tired of the feeling coming to surround him again as he’s enamored by your beauty
In the end, it’s like a Beauty and the Beast were embodied in you two around campus. The beauty showing the beast everything in a new dappled colored light, reigning the flames of passion and joy. Vil is very grateful that his Vice Housewarden and that rebelling first year forced him to admit to his feelings for you, he would’ve been miserable without you being the ray of sunshine he didn’t know he was even looking for
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And the follow ups are:
Trey Clover
And
Malleus Draconia
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And that’s folks!
~Fox
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Greetings my most honorable mutual, how are you doing? Doing well, I hope? Or as well as the circumcisions allow for…
I've got a banger of a little story to share. So, I'm in school, yeah? Vocational school to get my certification to study (it’s just the way shit works here in my country), and obviously I have maths, as you do. Today, as the teacher entered the classroom, the air immediately changed.
Now, here I‘d like to say a quick word about my maths teacher. She's highly qualified - a doctor, no less! - and quite good at teaching, but not quite as elegant in matters of social interactions. Nothing too serious, but you could look at her and suspect that she‘s somewhere on the undiagnosed neurodivergent spectrum, the way your strange but well-meaning uncle that only cares about his garden and tractors and always speaks a bit strangely would be.
Now, back to the catastrophe at hand. As she entered, all went quiet. Our latest test, we suspected, didn’t go too well.
However, we underestimated how badly it’d went.
She pulls out her notebook, plugs in her hard drive and fucking. puts on a gospel song. The lyrics were of a man praying to god for a miracle. Something along the lines of "a new negative record", I didn’t quite follow.
But that told us it was bad. Very bad.
We have a point system here, with 15 grade points being the highest, equal to a 1+, for 97-100% points achieved in a single test, all the way down to 0%, being 0 grade points. You still pass when you have at least 5 grade points for your course final. All you basically need to know is that less points = shit.
She told us, in this particularly quiet, disappointed voice only teachers or mothers can muster, that we'd beaten the record for worst grade point average since the class of 2002. Theirs was 3.4 points, ours was 2.2.
I cannot stress enough how godawful and unusual of a test result this was. There were FIVE PEOPLE ALONE WHO HAD 0 POINTS.
We were all speechless. The best in the class managed 7 grade points, two more just barely reached the necessary 5 grade points to pass.
Anyway. That's how I fluked a test I was sure to have been the only one to fluke because I was at the time still under the influence of anaesthesia.
the drama, the suspense and the buildup in this story was killing me.
the teacher really took her time and let that feeling of cold dreadfulness take completely over you all and i respect her for that.
at this point i'm so completely immune to bad marks or bad grade and so are our teachers, that no one bats an eye as long as you pass.
(we had tests that would be of 70 marks. getting above 24 meant you passed the subject. in chemistry i think, the highest marks were 45, i got like 35, and 70% of the class failed. majority of the class had gotten below 10. no one. cared. literally no one cared about it.)
i know im going off topic but another thing that i find very concerning is why is a doctor teaching math. its common here that if you have decided to be a doctor or to go in biology related fields (except biotech), you give up on maths in 11th grade (age 16/17) and never touch it again lol. my friends who took bio as their major call 2 raised to the power 6 a complex calculation.
i have eternal respect for this teacher.
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help i fear I have a size kink and a tickling kink...and i fear harry satisfies both of those very well 🤕 I fear he would like to let you think you can get away but he would grab you and have you pinned again before you get too far 🤕 he would be smiling so big at how you're squirming under him and he would trace his finger down your neck to see the goosebumps raise up 🤕 even though you both know you like this you would be shaking your head trying to wiggle away but he would just say "you can squirm all you want but you're not going anywhere until I'm done with you 😁" and he would tickle your tummy just enough to get you giggling 🤕 you're trying to push him away bc you're out of breath already and as his fingers search for more sensitive you say "this isn't even a fair fight how am i supposed to- stop!" and he pauses for a second then says "you know what? you're right, it's not fair since I grabbed you when you weren't expecting it... how about this? I'll let you go and I'll give you a good headstart, then when i catch you it'll be completely fair😌" and you're trying to ignore your second heartbeat from how confident he is saying "when i catch you" 🤕but you nod so he lets go of you and helps you up saying "go for it babe😁" and you take off before he can change his mind 🤕 he doesn't count or anything so you have no idea how long he'll give you before he's coming after you but honestly that makes it more exciting 🤕 all too soon he calls "I'm coming to fiiiiind youuuu" and you can almost hear the teasing smile in his voice 🤕 you're trying so hard to hide yourself among the clothes in his closet but it's barely even 2 minutes before he yanks open the door and says "there she is 😁" but before he can grab you you manage to get past him and out into the hallway 😌 he's chasing you right away saying "get back here!" and you're both giggling so much you can barely breathe 😔
you're basically running in circles through the house and he's definitely letting you win because you know if he tried he could grab you in a second but he's letting you think you have the upper hand 😌 then when he's over chasing you he speeds up just a tiny bit and grabs you 😌 he holds you against his chest and says "noooooow it's a fair fight, isn't it?" and he's dragging you to the bedroom 😌you're fighting him a little too hard and dragging your feet so he just picks you up and carries you that way 😌 he really makes a show of being big enough to pick you up with no problem 🤕 when he throws you down on the bed you're scrambling to get up but he just clicks his tongue and says "be a good girl for me, I won square and fair so this is what happens😌" and he's so cocky 🤕 you decide to do what he said and then he brings over one of his neckties and you know what's about to happen 🤕 he's so gentle when he's tying your hands to the headboard and he gives you a little kiss on each wrist when he's done 🤕 then he's looking at you all tied up and spread out under him and he says "I'm gonna have fun with you 😌" and you're already like 🤕he would for sure tease you sooo much, hovering his fingers in the air over spots he knows are sensitive so you're squirming before he even touches you 🤕 or he would run one finger over your skin because he knows it makes you shiver 🤕 he definitely likes to lick you to switch up the sensations and drive you crazy 🤕 finally he decides he's teased enough so he drops his fingers and just goes to town 🤕 you're already so worked up and everything is so sensitive you're going crazy just from the lightest touches 🤕 you're bucking your hips to get him off of you and trying to arch away from his fingers but he just laughs with you and follows you 🤕 he would say stuff like "I know you like this, look how much you're smiling!" bc he's mean 🤕 he's so big he can reach anywhere on your body without even stretching and he has no problem keeping you still even with how much you're squirming 🤕 he would use one hand on either side of your body so no matter which way you move it's just closer to his hands 🤕 he would give you little breathers but he would still be touching you, kissing at your neck or using a few fingers to give you the lightest touches before he goes back in 🤕 soon enough you have tears streaming down your face from how much you're feeling everything and he decides it's enough so he slows to a stop and moves off you so you can take some deep breaths 🤕 he lays next to you and takes your chin between his fingers to turn your head, then he murmurs "that's my girl, you did so good for me baby" and he reaches up to untie your hands 🤕 he gives you as long as you need to catch your breath and start feeling normal again, so he lays next to you and keeps telling you how much he loves you 🤕 soon you turn over to lay on top of him and he puts his arms around you because the deep, even pressure feels so good against your oversensitive nerves 🤕 but laying on his chest with your heart still racing you know you've never been happier or more content 🤕
…. There are no words oh my god bestie you have done it again
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daddy issues
so basically im working on a tgm thing (tdts followers I WILL DROP TWO CHAPTERS SOON PROMISE) and i had this whole scene written in like 40 minutes and well. leave my drafts. if this does well then guess I have to post the rest of it lmao
The hospital looks big and imposing and despite the fact that it is literally just a fucking building, he has never felt so terrified. He adjusts his hands in his pockets. He smooths his hair one more time and steadies himself.
He walks into the front desk, says what he needs to say and the attendant gives him a room number. He doesn’t let himself register anything. If he can make this memory as bland and detail-less as anything, he won’t revisit in high definition. He walks down the hall and keeps his mind blank, not letting himself wonder about anything or anyone. Not about his mother, rest her soul, not about how his siblings are getting on. No.
He spots a blonde leaning against a vending machine, with a rosary in her hands. She’s in jeans, her hair is so much longer, and her face is uncharacteristically worried, but Jake would know his sister anywhere.
“Jenna!” He calls. She turns and her face breaks out into a grin as she runs to her brother. He has muscles now, so he picks her up easily. She buries her head in his neck, and she smells like grass and apples. She smells like home.
“Missed you.” She says, muffled into his shirt.
“Missed you too.” He knows he sounds choked up, but this was the first place he headed to after he finally touched down and it’s always nice to see someone who misses you rather than an empty apartment. He squeezes her a little and lets her go. The jewel on her finger feels large and blinding, and he acts accordingly, and she swats him.
“How’s wedding planning?” He asks as she walks him to the room. She glows as she talks about the dresses she’s trying on, and how she wants it in the family barn, but it requires so much renovation and she is tired, but she is very happy. It sucks to see how much he’s missed, but if it’s evidence of anything, it’s how anyone can manage when he’s gone.
“Jakey,” She says and they’re at the door. “If,” she tilts her head at the door. “Things happen, can you and Jenson walk me down the aisle? It would mean the world.” She looks up at him, pleading. And how could he ever deny his sister anything?
“Of course.” She beams, like the sun. His heart hurts a little, because why can’t he try harder to be there for his family? He’s missed her.
She opens the door, and Jenson stands up. His father stirs.
Jenson and Jenna may be the twins in this house, but Jake and Jenna were always the wonder duo. Jenna may be two years older than Jake, but they did ever
ything together. Jenson was already his father’s right hand from age twelve, so Jake and Jenna were their mother’s little helpers. It was never a perfect home, but it was theirs.
And then they grew up, and then their mother died and time moved on.
Nothing much has changed really. Jenson stands at his father’s side. “Jake!” He sounds surprised.
His father leans forward. The military man has been devastated by his disease, his big figure whittled to skin on bone. His hair is barely there, and wrinkles cover his face. His moustache, stark white, is probably the healthiest thing he has. “Is that Jacob?”
Jake stiffens. “Hi, Dad.”
Jake was the junior of his dad, the spitting image. He was supposed to be exactly like him. But then he dropped out of the military, moved far away from the farm and became a superhero. He was never the favourite, that was clear, but that really didn’t help. He keeps his hands in his pockets, back straight.
For a few seconds, the only sound in the room is the air-conditioning. Naively, Jake believes that his dad would be nice and normal, and maybe being this close to dying has finally made him realise that he needs to be nicer to his kid.
“You son of a bitch.” Okay, then.
“You think I want to see the son who abandoned his post, his family to fuck his way through LA?” Jenna places a hand on Jake’s arm. “You’re a fuck-up to this family, to me, to your mother. How could you show your face here?”
And that hits.
“Mom would never be. Because, unlike you, she knew how to be a parent.”
“Jake!” That’s Jenson.
“At least she never abandoned us, she would have never fucking hit us-” And he speaks for tiny little Jake, who could never match up to his dad’s expectations. Who cried for hours once he realised his father would never like him if he wasn’t perfect. Who still got shit when he finally was.
“If I could get up right now, I would teach you some fucking respect.” And the tone is too familiar, the hatred, the disappointment. It makes Jake take a couple of steps back, like he is preparing for a strike. “I wish you were never fucking born. Get out of my fucking sight, you should never have the balls to come here after leaving the troops. I never want to fucking see you again.”
Sickly, he hopes that’s true.
He turns around and leaves.
He does not cry. He won’t do that, his father deserves less.
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Where have I been?
Good question right? Well, last life post I talked about how I had gotten very busy then sick. Well...the truth, to put it bluntly, is that I was basically sick for 3 months straight.
The tl;dr on this is that ultimately, I had to leave Japan for health reasons, and come back to America in hopes I would get better. I have now returned, and within a week I am feeling almost completely better, so I'm gonna be getting back to streaming while I work on finding a new job. But for those who want more details, feel free to go through the read more.
That problem with my lungs didn't go away. They ran multiple tests on me, and found no allergies, or any other kind of sign of what was causing the inflammation in my lungs. It got a little better for a while, then gradually got worse again. For a few weeks, I was able to ride my bike to get places here and there. But, not long after I made that last update, my bike actually ended up getting stolen, and I never got it back, or any compensation for it, despite the place I left it having security cameras for this exact reason.
Not that it mattered much. The following week, I found myself barely able to climb stairs. I had an upcoming trip to Tokyo, for which I'd already paid, so I decided to go. Surprisingly, on the trip, I found my lungs feeling way better, and my legs and feet ached from all the walking and running I did, though I did still have some lung issues. By the last of the 4 days in Tokyo, I was tired, but my lungs felt pretty good. Then I came back to my city I lived in, and before even getting to my apartment, I was feeling worse.
On another trip to the doctor, I talked about this and basically got told "Well we can either do some intensive testing which could take months, or you could move away." At this point, with a doctor recommendation, and my chest almost always exhausted from just the effort of breathing, I looked into returning to America.
So that should give me more free time, right? Not really, sadly. I was still working for another two weeks while starting my preparations to leave. Despite repeated requests for help, neither my school nor any sort of management really helped me out, so it was mostly me and whatever help I could get from friends, none of whom had familiarity with the departure process.
During this time, my wife came to visit, and was a huge help, but after seeing me in person, was increasingly worried for my health. She was having to slow down her walking speed to that I could keep up without running out of breath, whereas normally it's very much the opposite for us. We had a good time while she was around, and she really helped lighten my load in moving back. She returned about a week and a half before I was scheduled to, and it was only after that that I started getting help from much of anyone locally. My last 3 days there really ran me ragged, especially since I had sold my car and had to get places by walking and busses.
So, I finally came home, with a desperate hope I would feel better, and as said, within a week, I'm able to exercise again! I can run, I can play beat saber, and work up a sweat without running out of breath too bad. So, the bad news is "so much for my job and life in Japan" but the good news is I am healthy again!
That said, from months of not playing Beat Saber, my stamina and capability have taken a hit, so I'll probably be streaming a lot of that for a while, so look forward to the Beat Saber Recovery Arc! Anyways, that's all from me for now, I'll hopefully see ya'all soon!
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𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭-𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐞 || helmut zemo, bucky barnes and sam wilson x reader
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : your sugar daddy boyfriend is finally out of prison and he brought a few friends to show you off to.
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : just over 4k
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : smut (foursome/group sex, oral m receiving, spitroast; sliiiight dubcon???), established zemo x reader, sugar daddy relationship, ‘sir’ kink, ‘daddy’ kink, pussy spanking, one regular spank, orgasm control, overstimulation, creampie, a bit of cockwarming, exhibitionism, possessiveness (kinda? but also not at all lmao it’s hard to explain), a bit of degradation but plenty of praise as well, subtle cuckolding but without the usual power dynamics there, shitty reconstructed “sokovian” (I wrote it in the latin alphabet but the cyrillic and translations are at the end), unexpected and unnecessary fluff, very subtle angst (basically all in a flashback anyways)
You were needlessly anxious as you waited for him to arrive. It had been your own idea to wait in the jet, and yet you spent every other second glancing out the tiny window, desperate for a glance of the man you missed so dearly.
If someone had told you all those years ago, when this arrangement first began, how easily he would have you wrapped around his finger… you couldn’t have believed them. It’s just about the money, you would’ve told them, but you would’ve been impossibly wrong.
For a lot of women in this sort of situation, it really was just about the money; likewise, for a lot of men in his situation, it was just about the sex. But the two of you had something entirely unique, nearly indescribable in fact, that very few could ever understand. In the beginning it became clear to you that he was more in need of a companion than a lover or girlfriend, specifically. He was still grieving his wife, still devoted to her completely, but lonely right to his core… angry, even, at the prospect of a life without his family. You were a shoulder to cry on, first and foremost.
You thought maybe he enjoyed spending money on you because it was his way to protect you, in a way he felt he had failed to protect his family before.
And it was you that fell for him first, for his passion and his kindness before his riches or looks. Just when you feared that he’d only ever see you as a status symbol or dress-up doll, he returned your affections in spite of his guilt at first and the two of you were inseparable ever since.
Except, of course, when you were separated, and he was imprisoned, and you were left on your own again. Not that spending his money wasn’t fun or anything, but his loneliness was more sympathetic with each night you spent in that massive bed by yourself, wanting just to feel the warmth of him beside you again.
So, it should be understandable why you were so on edge in anticipation of his arrival. Your painted fingernails toyed with the hem of the dress you remembered he liked on you most— the silk one that barely covered your legs and was only held up by absurdly thin straps crossing at your back.
The night he bought it for you was clear in your mind like it was only yesterday; his voice in your ear telling you how he couldn’t resist taking such a thoughtful, intelligent woman like yourself and dressing you up like a mindless drolja… or ‘slut’ as it might be said in English. Just remembering the way he said things like that sent a shiver down your spine as strong as really hearing it, your thighs clenching together on top of the plush leather seat.
Just as you thought you might go crazy waiting for him, you saw the car pull up— your Helmut at the wheel and his two associates in tow— and your heart soared.
Longer than all the years apart combined was the minute you spent waiting to descend the jet’s staircase, hoping to meet him on the taxiway at the exact right moment. You made sure the jewelry around your wrists and neck was laying just right before finally making your appearance.
The way he looked up at you as you started to walk down towards him… it wasn’t so different from the way he’d looked at you through the glass for the past few years, really, but it felt different. He certainly looked different to you, without the prisoner’s uniform and looking rather imposing with that massive coat instead.
You were careful to still walk slowly, since you were wearing stilettos and all, even when you wanted more than anything to run to him and jump into his arms. Instead, you came face to face with him, loving that confident smirk which never seemed to leave his expression, and slipped your arms around his fur-adorned neck.
“Dobrodošla nazad, ljubavi,” you hummed, pressing your lips to his and almost letting out a squeal of surprise when he immediately slipped his tongue into your mouth, kissing you aggressively as his gloved hands gripped you at the waist.
He was rarely so bold, but then again he had been alone in prison for so long with only your words to try to satisfy him. As much as you cherished being in his arms again, you also got the impression that this wasn’t just about making up for lost time— if that were true, he would’ve skipped the kiss entirely and taken you in the back of his car the moment he saw you. No, this was a show of dominance, and not only for your benefit; that was clear when one of the men with him cleared his throat loudly and Helmut still didn’t stop.
But that was very much like him: he was never finished with you until he was satisfied, and not a moment sooner. His power over you was so effortless because you didn’t mind at all being his plaything… so much so that it was you leaning in for more when he pulled back, making him laugh softly.
“Did you miss me, lutka?” he purred, and you nodded as you bit your lip slightly.
“Always, Helmut,” you nodded, finally taking a moment to look away from him and at the visibly uncomfortable men at his side. “I heard you freed him,” you said to the man you knew to be James Barnes, “thank you.”
“I’m still not over that,” the other— Sam, as you’d heard— added with a scoff.
“Come on, darling, let’s board the jet and we can talk there,” Helmut suggested, and you nodded as you turned to let them follow.
Of course, you couldn’t be totally sure, but you were pretty confident you could feel three pairs of eyes on your ass as you climbed the stairs. Honestly, with how short the dress was, there was a risk of your thong being exposed as well, exactly the sort of almost-subtle teasing your Baron loved the most.
Once inside, Helmut showed James and Sam to their seats, and took his own as he instantly pulled you into his lap. You caught the other two men glancing to the empty fourth seat, knowing there was plenty of room for you two to stay apart, but could they really blame you after how long you’d been alone?
Throughout the takeoff, one of his strong hands rested comfortably on your crossed legs as the other held his glass of champagne, and Sam’s gaze was attached to the way his thumb gently stroked your thigh while James seemed to be doing his best to look literally anywhere else.
“I noticed you haven’t introduced us to your… friend…” Sam trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Oh, yes,” Helmut chuckled as if he actually forgot, “this is the woman who has been managing my estate in my unfortunate absence.”
“You’re trying to tell us this is your accountant?” James grumbled.
“She’s also my lover,” Helmut relented.
“Obviously,” Sam replied, unamused.
“She’s beautiful, no?” Helmut prompted as he ran his fingertips higher up your thigh, only glancing at the other men as he focused mainly on nuzzling against your neck.
“Yeah, the finest money can buy,” Sam quipped, earning a cold glare from you and your man.
“Are you with me for my money, draga?” Helmut asked you quietly as he planted a gentle kiss to the spot right where your neck met your shoulder. You smiled and shook your head, staring right at Sam’s nervous expression.
“No, sir,” you answered aloud, and the title clearly made both of the other men uncomfortable… if, perhaps, in different ways.
“Uncross your legs,” he demanded, though his tone was still soft, and you obeyed right away as he started to lightly move his touch between your thighs.
James began adjusting in his seat and never really stopped, tugging at his jeans in an obvious attempt to conceal the growing bulge between his legs, but you only laughed at his clear embarrassment.
“See how respectful she is?” he cooed his praise, addressing the other men but keeping his eyes on you. “I know exactly the words to make her obey to my every whim… James, you and her share that quality.”
The man sneered as you suppressed a giggle, squirming in Helmut’s lap impatiently.
“She’s loyal, too, unendingly dedicated,” he continued. “You know she visited me weekly in Munich, at the very least? Always by my side… like any good pet.”
A whimper escaped your throat at that term, your gut burning with need as he balanced praise and degradation effortlessly. You didn’t find it truly demeaning only because you loved being his plaything so much, and because you knew mutual respect was at the core of your relationship with him. But, still, it was nice to feel small when he was there to keep you safe.
James watched with a small snarl and Helmut slipped his hand into your panties, and Sam licked his lips but shifted his stare to your face instead, just as your eyes started to roll back and your head fell weakly on Helmut’s shoulder.
“And such a precious little pussy as well,” he added darkly, giving you a spank between your legs to make you choke on a squeal. “Sweet, delicate… much like a Turkish delight, but even more addictive.”
“Please, sir,” you whispered under your breath.
“You want more, don’t you? Tako očajno…” he chuckled. You nodded, already starting to soak through the lace and rock your hips. “You want to be fucked, yes?”
“Yes,” you moaned.
“Be polite and take care of our guests first, draga,” he encouraged, kissing your neck one more time before releasing you from his embrace.
Although you were most interested in being with the man you loved, you were happy to obey whatever he wished— and, frankly, sinking to your knees on the jet’s carpeted floor to crawl towards James wasn’t exactly lacking in its own appeal.
James’ eyes narrowed as Sam’s widened, and you sat up between the spread, denim-clad thighs as you blinked up at him and licked your lips.
He tensed up slightly as your hands delicately slid up his legs, his Adam's apple bobbing with a dry swallow when you grabbed his belt buckle and began to open it.
“You… you don’t have to…” he mumbled, apparently too distracted to finish his sentence.
“Yes I do,” you denied. “Because he told me to.”
Sam winced and looked away as you unzipped James’ fly and pulled his jeans and boxers down to expose his cock, already hard and leaking a bit from the tip. You smiled proudly, but chose not to tease him for his eagerness and instead just get right to work; you gripped him at the base and gave a few kitten licks over his shaft, savoring the taste of his precum and looking up at his expression that was equal parts shocked and sultry.
You only spent a moment suckling on the head before skipping right ahead and deepthroating him all the way to base.
“Oh, fuck,” James choked, reaching up grab the seat behind his head as his back arched, making you want to smile though you thankfully kept it down.
“Well-trained, isn’t she?” Helmut interjected proudly.
“Y-yeah,” he answered, his other hand grabbing your shoulder tightly as you began to bob your head.
Occasionally, in your peripheral, you caught Sam looking, and it made you wiggle your hips with the desire to rub your throbbing clit against the floor.
You got a chance to breathe whenever you pulled back to suck the head and stroke the rest with your hand, and in a few minutes you had already found all the little spots that made him moan the loudest, or made his legs quiver a bit by your sides.
“Stop,” Helmut instructed, and you were already starting to pull off when James hissed and grabbed your head to hold you down.
“N-no, please,” he blurted out.
“She’ll come back to you but Sam is looking rather lonely in the corner over there,” Helmut explained, and James hesitated but let you go. You wiped your lips and started to move towards Sam, but he shook his head.
“I don’t roll like that, man,” Sam explained, “I don’t want her doing it just because you said so.”
“Darling, won’t you tell us how badly you want to service your new friends?” Helmut challenged, and you swallowed nervously because you were a bit embarrassed to say too much and potentially anger him. But the sparkle in his eyes didn’t seem like he was leading you into a trap… even if the other two men were confident that was what it meant. “You find them attractive, don’t you?”
“Um, yes, sir,” you answered hesitantly, “I… saw them, and I wanted to know what their cocks looked like. And tasted like.”
Helmut smiled and leaned forward, giving you a spank of approval through your dress (which was riding up to show most of your butt anyways).
You looked at Sam expectantly. “May I please suck your cock, Mr. Wilson?”
His eyes darkened and you knew you were on the right track. “What happened to ‘sir’?” he asked coyly.
“I only call Helmut ‘sir,’” you explained, “but I could call you something else.”
His finger curled to encourage you to come closer and you crawled up to sit between his legs.
“Call me ‘daddy,’” he finally instructed, opening his belt and pants for you.
“Yes, daddy,” you nodded, keeping your mouth slack for him to push his cock into. You hummed as the head slid over your tongue, looking up at him as he bit his lip and thrust back into your throat.
“Shit, that’s good,” he whispered, guiding your head at the speed he wanted. “Who taught you how to suck cock so good, baby?”
Helmut raised his hand and James snorted.
Sam was a bit longer but he was still no challenge to swallow all the way down, and you heard him breathing through his teeth but let your eyes fall shut to focus on your work.
“Is this… how you treat all your guests?” Sam asked tensely between heavy breaths.
“Only those who are at the right place at the right time,” Helmut answered cryptically, but you happened to know this sort of occasion was incredibly rare. Although it might seem counterintuitive to some, this was his way to re-stake his claim over you, and after so much time apart apparently he felt he had a lot to prove. “Keep going, but don’t let him come,” another instruction echoed from behind you.
You pulled back to stroke Sam’s length while you croaked: “yes, sir.”
Helmut had you go back and forth for a while, keeping both men on edge and occasionally allowing you to stroke one while you sucked the other, your own need growing so quickly as you dreamed to have something inside you, anything really.
Obviously, he knew exactly how much having a cock down your throat made you wet and desperate. And he knew that such a taboo act of, in a certain sense, breaking fidelity with a man as he not only watched but commanded you to do it would get you right on the edge in no time.
He had gotten in your head so quickly after meeting you, memorized everything that made you tick, and not once had he forgotten.
“I-I’m close,” James warned as you sucked his head, making you slide the tip of your tongue over his slit before you took a break to suck his swollen balls into your mouth. “Fuck, can I come?”
“Not yet,” Helmut instructed sternly.
You felt him tug you back and into his lap suddenly, and he quickly yanked your dress down to expose your breasts to the men in front of you.
“Her tits are hard, no?” Helmut prompted them, and you watched them both nod as a warm hand reached around from behind you to tweak your hardened nipples. “Yes, she really loves to get on her knees and choke on cock. I’d let her do the same to me but I have greater plans for her…”
As if it weren’t obvious what those plans were, he pulled your skirt up to your waist as well, spreading your legs and pulling your flimsy panties aside.
“Is she wet?” he asked the men and they nodded again.
“Drenched,” Sam chimed in.
Helmut gave another spank to your clit as you shuddered, then rubbing slowly as if to soothe the sting. “I’ll teach you what happens when you get wet for another man, little girl,” Helmut growled against your ear, “not to mention two. And they’re Americans, do you have no shame?”
“I’m sorry, sir,” you whispered.
“No, you have nothing to be sorry for,” he corrected. “I love seeing you act like a whore all for me.”
You hadn’t even realized he’d taken his cock out of his trousers until you felt the thick tip of him prodding at your entrance. It was already a lot just by itself, but then you had these strangers staring at you and for some reason it only turned you on more.
That ‘some’ reason of course being that you loved your Baron taking ownership over you for anyone to see. Clearly, prison had given him much more creative ideas than just fucking on a balcony or against the glass of a window.
“Are you ready for me?” he asked in a hushed voice against your skin which seemed to be burning hot all of a sudden.
“Yes, sir,” you whispered.
It took a lot not to cry out as he pulled you down and filled you in one deep stroke, your nails digging into the leather of the chair’s armrests at either side. But more than the sting of pain it felt so perfect, so fundamentally right, and just after your gasp of shock was a sigh of relief.
He sighed along with you and let his forehead fall between your shoulder blades, clearly a bit overwhelmed at being inside you again for the first time in so long. “Draga...” he breathed, “not that I ever doubted… but you must have been faithful to me; you’re so tight, I know no one has touched you since I left.”
“Only you, sir, nobody but you,” you agreed breathlessly, eyes falling shut.
He kissed your back as he started to move your body on top of his, the hands at your waist tightening and tugging on the remaining fabric of your dress. “Tako dobro,” he hissed, “you feel so good, darling, you can’t imagine how long I spent dreaming of being inside you again.”
A tear rolled down your cheek, and it would be impossible to say for sure what caused it— a little bit of everything, really.
Opening your eyes and noticing the way they were staring at you, you leaned forward and took each of the other men’s hard cocks in your hands, stroking in time with the way you bounced your hips on top of Helmut’s.
The both of them had been on the edge for a bit too long, Sam already biting his lip as James thrust himself up into your palm.
“Fuck, please,” James moaned, “I need to come in your mouth.”
“Come closer then,” you breathed, watching him stand up and bring his cock right to your lips which you eagerly gagged on, any pretense long gone as you sloppily sucked and stroked while Helmut thrust up to slam into you.
“Ohh, fuck, that’s it— gonna come,” he grunted as he reached up to press his hand against the ceiling of the jet, and it all must have hit him rather unexpectedly since the moment his musky taste began to coat your tongue, you heard a clanging sound and realized he had pushed up so hard that he bent the steel interior, his other hand tightening into a fist in your hair.
You moaned happily as you swallowed every drop, still sucking even as James’ moans became loud and higher in pitch.
“Fuck, don’t stop, oh god,” he whined, cock throbbing even after he stopped filling your throat with come. You reached between his legs and squeezed his balls a bit and you could tell his knees nearly buckled, causing him to finally pull back and tilt your chin up to stare down at you. “You’re somethin’ else,” he panted, taking a moment to catch his breath before falling back and slumping into his chair.
You looked over at Sam and saw his hand was still lazily guiding yours to stroke over his cock although come already painted his abs and dripped down from his swollen head over your fingers. “Can I clean up your mess, please, daddy?” you asked, voice a bit hoarse though you couldn’t be sure if that was from the deepthroating or just how hard Helmut was fucking you now.
Pulling your hand back, Sam’s eyes followed as you lapped the thick, hot come from your hand, moaning openly at the taste. You sucked your fingers down into your throat, not leaving a drop behind.
He leaned back in his chair and began to catch his breath, both of them now staring at you with that exhausted, glazed-over expression. They looked satisfied, and you considered it your reward for a job well done.
"A belly full of come and a pussy full of my cock, you must be feeling ecstatic," Helmut presumed.
"Yes, sir," you agreed quickly.
All at once he began to fuck you faster, harder, deeper which you hadn't even realized was an option. He growled a string of the filthiest curses in your ear, in Sokovian so the other men wouldn’t understand, with one hand wrapped around your neck as the other pinched your clit almost too roughly. Even in your native language you could barely understand it: how could you when he was so deep inside you?
“Will you come, draga?” he finally asked, voice rough with his own desperation.
“Not until you let me, sir,” you moaned, and he chuckled a bit.
“Good girl.”
But wow, the way he rubbed your clit was impossible to ignore, like he was trying to make your promise impossible to keep. You tightened your jaw, moaning through your teeth now as you fought to keep your orgasm at bay.
“Please sir, I need to come, please— so close, I’m so close,” you mewled.
“I won’t be much longer, either,” he warned. "Too long without you has taken its toll, I need to finish."
“Inside me, sir, please,” you begged, “come inside me.”
You felt him nod against the back of your neck. “Come for me,” he instructed simply, and as obedient as ever, you felt your walls pulsing as pleasure overtook you. Not even meaning to, you threw your head back, and he had to hold you tightly to keep you from shaking too violently as the waves of sensation washed over you.
The heat of him spilling inside you warmed you from the inside out, making you smile happily through the fog of your high and intentionally tighten your walls around him. He hissed and throbbed within you, his fingers digging into your hips now as he held you down against him.
He gave a few more lazy thrusts until finally slowing to a stop, both of you catching your breath eventually.
"My... accountant will be keeping my cock warm for the remainder of the flight," Helmut informed the other men, "I hope you don't mind?
"No, no, go ahead," James approved as his head fell back against his chair.
It was still quite a ways to your final destination so it wasn't much of a surprise that you ended up falling asleep in the Baron's arms, something you used to do every night that had been only a dream for years. Perhaps this afternoon wasn't the reunion you expected, but it was somehow even more perfect than you could've ever wished for.
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dobrodošla nazad, ljubavi = добродошла назад, љубави = “welcome home, love”
lutka = лутка = “doll”
draga = драга = “dear/beloved”
tako očajno = тако очајно = "so desperate"
tako dobro = тако добро = "so good"
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