#I mean that place probably would go up in flames very quickly

[violentdick]

-source: Detective Comics #68-

Weapon of Choice: Just a little matchplay with a man who, lets be honest deserved worse than this.

[drabblesandimagines]

Elevation

Leon Kennedy x female reader More of my fluffy nonsense

Hunnigan slams the phone down into the cradle at the end of her call and if you hadn’t already been casting auspicious glances up at the scene before you, her actions would’ve made you jump.

“What is it, Leon?” Hunnigan’s tone is blunt.

It would be so easy to look up at the handsome DSO agent then. You’d be perfectly within your right to look up too, your desk opposite sat directly opposite Hunnigan’s so you had ring-side side seats to the commotion. It wouldn’t look odd - he’d be in your eyeline, after all - but you fight the temptation, keeping your eyes fixed on the paper in front of you, fingers tapping idly away over the keyboard as you transpose to the screen.

Exactly what you’ve been doing the past ten minutes that Leon Kennedy has been wandering around the office, dressed in a pair of form-fitting jeans today, his gun holster peeking out from underneath a beloved leather jacket, directing all attention to a certain pair of assets.

Not that you were keeping track of how long he’d been there, of course, you had work to do.

“Huh?” For someone who had apparently been waiting on her call finishing, Leon’s thoughts seems elsewhere.

“I said,” Hunnigan adjusts her tone, “can I help you with something?”

“Does there have to be something? Surely a guy can just come visit his favourite FOS agent.”

“But you haven’t come to visit, you’ve come to loiter.” Hunnigan retorts. “I told you already, if I have anything for you, I will be in contact. Go home.”

There’s an incredulous scoff as he tries to think of a reason to stay, but it quickly transforms into a sigh as he admits defeat. “Fine.”

He begins his retreat towards the exit and you hear the tell-tale beep of his pass against by the door panel, the electronic lock then clunking in release.

“Have a good afternoon, ladies.”

You look up then – and only then - to find him looking directly at you. You give him a polite smile in return. “You too.”

He grins in return, a proper one that makes his eyes crease, before giving you a nod and a wave as he through the door. The smile stays on your lips as you reach for your mug of coffee – now ice cold - and take a sip.

“I think he likes you, you know?” Hunnigan states in her oh-so-nonchalantly way, making you choke on the gulp you’d just taken.

“What? No…! I mean, who?” Your voice is tight in response from having swallowed the liquid the wrong way, internally cursing. Smooth, real smooth.

“Leon.” The agent continues hammering away at her keyboard, kindly ignoring your attempts at being subtle.

“I don’t know where you’ve drawn that conclusion from.” You don’t – you really don’t. You could probably count the amount of conversations the two of you have had with all of your fingers, all just pleasantries.

“I’ve worked with him for years now and he’s never been here as much since your transfer started.”

“Coincidence, I’m sure. He just seems eager for work.”

Hunnigan goes to open her mouth in response when, thankfully, the phone on her desk rings. Saved by the bell.

--

Being afraid of elevators had never really been an issue until you had taken this assignment, being sent to work on the 12th floor. At the very least it’s proving to be a good workout the number of times a day you now trudge up and down the stairwell from your desk to the archives below. The DSO holds a surprising amount of paper copies of intel in the basement – both handwritten and old typewriter documents - secured behind a vault door, rumours of the place being rigged to ignite in flames if an intruder is detected to prevent it all from falling into the wrong hands.

The DSO board had decided that intel should now be stored in the government-secured cloud and on paper and you’d been brought in as an archivist/analyst hybrid, on loan from the CIA. The project you’d been tasked with, single-handedly, was transferring intel that was currently only held in those paper copies to the online system. There was technology that could do but it wasn’t perfect – scrawled handwriting would often prove indecipherable by most machines or it misread words, so everything would need quality checked. It was agreed a human touch was best and your name had come up after the CIA had undertaken a similar audit of their files a few years ago to excellent results. Once everything had been digitized, it had become easier to quickly identify any links between incidents past and present – using surnames, terms, intel – and even stopped a handful of potential ones, so the DSO had been keen to put the practice in place.

It did mean, however, that every day you’d go down to the vault, select a box of paperwork – either the one you’ve got partway through or a whole new one - trudge back up the many flights of stairs, and then start typing from page to screen to produce a digitized document. It was imperative that no-one else see the documents, so they’d set you up in Hunnigan’s office as one of their most trusted agents.

Wanting to look professional whilst in the office but not break your neck on the stairs, you kept a selection of heels in your locker to swap out of for your reliable sneakers. Hunnigan was still working away when you packed up around 7pm, kicking off your heels to switch out, and had been in a lengthy, hushed tone call for the past hour. You nodded your head as you heaved the box of documents up in your arms, and she waved back in acknowledgement.

Beeping your ID card at the door, the lock buzzed and the door opened automatically – a godsend as the box you had today was particularly heavy – everything within held in those awful arch-lever folders.

As you emerged, you heard the puff of the elevator doors beginning to slide shut, not even giving it a moment of thought. You turned to the left to head down the stairs as usual, when a gloved hand slammed between the elevator doors, preventing them from closing with a thud and giving you a start, turning to see a face.

The face of Leon S Kennedy catches you entirely by surprise. He hadn’t even been by the office today to bother Hunnigan, though you know he does have his own desk somewhere in the building, maybe even his own office. He smiles at the sight of you, beckoning you over.

“Hey. Hop on in - I’m going down.”

You hesitate at the invitation. You haven’t been in an elevator for years and he’s just stood there, waiting, holding the door open. You have to say or do something. “You okay?”

Next thing you know, as if you’d been hypnotized, you were walking towards the elevator, then stepping over the threshold into a place you swore you never would enter again.

“Basement?” Leon fingers hover over the button panel in anticipation.

“Yeah. Thanks.”

He presses the buttons for ground and basement simultaneously with two fingers, and the door slides shut with another puff of air.

The elevator and your stomach begin to descend in unison.

This is fine.

“Looks heavy. Can I…?” He gestures to the box, offering to take it.

“Oh, thanks, but it’s okay.” You bump the box up with your knee, trying to strengthen your grip on it. Your palms are sweaty, but you’re not sure if the cause is the elevator or the handsome man besides you.

Leon crosses his arms, leans back against the wall. “They still not given you a lackey to do all the grunt work? I thought that’s what they took on interns for these days.”

���It’s difficult when no-one else is meant to handle it, let alone see it but me.” Leon gives you a quizzical look at that. “It’s protocol, narrows down the potential for leaks. If anything gets out, it’s on my head, so…”

“What about when you take breaks? You don’t…”

You nod, shifting the box in your arms again. Why do they feel like jelly? “Gotta lug it back downstairs to be locked back in the vault.”

“You’re kidding.”

“Mm-mm. It’s fine – good exercise for me, I guess, between sitting at the desk all day, so…”

“Surely they could at least give you a desk closer to the grou-“

The elevator’s smooth descent is transformed into a shudder, followed by a loud metallic screech and a sharp jerk that makes your stomach truly drop before all motion halts. No, no, no, no.

“Huh.” Leon muses, calm as anything. He immediately presses the emergency call button, illuminated in red, but the only sound that emits out of the speakers is static. He presses it again to the same result, and then in rapid succession, as if that’ll coerce it into working.

You tighten your grip on the box, wanting to tell him to stop but, thankfully, he gives up before you can have the strength to find your voice and pulls his cell out from his pocket.

“Damn, no reception.” He looks back over to you then with a sympathetic smile. “Well, this is one way to get overtime outta us, hey?”

There’s no chance to reply before the elevator plunges into darkness and you drop the box immediately, thankfully away from your feet. It can only be a few seconds at the most but it feels like an eternity before the emergency lighting comes on, casting the small metal prison in a pale yellow hue.

Leon’s staring at you, looking concerned. “You okay?”

“Y-yeah.” You reply, not at all convincingly. You bend down to pick up the box to escape that blue-eyed gaze for a moment, heaving it back up in your arms. “Is this… normal for this office?” You hope he can’t hear how tight your voice is.

“Power must be down, seems like the back-up generator kicked in.” The agent shrugs, looking around the elevator as if something of use might be around. “It’ll prioritize the critical systems – so I’d guess lights, vending machines and elevators are not gonna be particularly high up on that list.”

“Wonderful.” You reply, breathily. It’s warm. Should it be warm? “Here, let me just…” Leon reaches over and gently tugs the box from your weak grip, no sign of surprise at the weight of it as he takes it. “We don’t know how long we’ll be in here, so let’s put this down.”

“No, I shou-“

“I promise I’m not going to try and read any of it.”

You watch him as he places it down, he’s sure to bend with his knees rather than his back, and tucks it into the corner under the button panel, out of the way. He stands back up to his full height, looking at you for a response, but all you manage is a shaky nod.

“Are you feeling okay?” “Y-yeah. Fine.” “Mm. Not a great liar.” He tilts his head, scanning you with his eyes once more. “What’s the matter?”   “I…” Another swallow in the hopes of your mouth not feeling so dry. “I don’t like elevators. Always take the stairs.” “Oh.” Not the answer he was expecting it seems. “Wait, why’d you get in, then?” “Well, er…” You hesitate again, how do you answer that? “You… You told me to.”

He can’t help the goofy smile that crosses his face. “Huh, that’s all it takes? Interesting. I’ll have to remember that.”

You’re about to ask him what that’s supposed to mean, the words just on the tip of your tongue when the elevator jerks and they turn into a shriek. It’s over before it even begins, really, but Leon’s reflexes now have you pressed up against the wall, his arms braced above your head to protect it from any sort of impact.

“It’s all right,” he says, softly. “I’m here, I’ve got you.”

Your heart is beating too fast, tears burn at your eyes at the fright. He’s so close, you can smell his cologne – musky, hints of vanilla – but this isn’t where you want to be having this moment.

“How about we sit down, huh?”

“I’m okay.” Your answer is breathy again, your chest feeling tight. Panting like you’d finished climbing up 12 flights of stairs.

“It’ll be more comfortable.”

“Don’t wanna…” You try and take a deep inhale, but it doesn’t seem to reach the bottom of your lungs. “Don’t wanna s-shake it.”

“You won’t.” He drops his arms from against the wall and instead grabs your hand, squeezes it in an attempt to ground you. “Trust me.”

You want to trust him, but the panic is too strong. This was such a bad idea, why did you do this?

“I…”

“We’ll do it together, okay?” He somehow coaxes you to shuffle forward and then slips in behind you, taking hold of your other hand. “Just lean against me and we’ll ease on down.”

Leon presses his chest firmly up against your back and you wonder if he can feel how hard your heart is beating. He wraps his arms around your waist next, meaning you’re hugging yourself in a way before he slides down against the elevator wall, bringing you down with him, onto the carpeted elevator floor. He thought it was a seamless maneuverer, but the way he’d felt your nails dig into his leather gloves from how tight your grip was, he knew you weren’t of the same opinion.

“There we go.” His thighs are spread either side of yours, now that you’re nestled inbetween his legs. “Worried you were gonna pass out – you’d gone really pale. Just sit here and concentrate on your breathing a minute, okay? Feel how I’m doing it.”

You close your eyes and try to concentrate on how he’s breathing, feeling his chest expand as he inhales, loudly and deliberately through his nose, holds the breath, then exhales heavily through his mouth, tickling the back of your neck.

You try and mimic him, get your inhales and exhales in sync and, slowly, the pressure begins to ease in your chest as you feel your breaths get deeper and deeper.

"Feeling a little better?”

His voice reverberates from his chest being pressed up against your back, feels comforting. “Yeah. Thank you.”

“Hey, don’t mention it. My fault you’re in here, after all.” He replies, gently. “I’m gonna move now, okay? Wanna check you’ve got the colour back in your cheeks.”

You nod, and he somehow manages to shuffle back and to the front of you with overly cautious movements – definitely for your benefit, ever the gentleman - withdrawing his legs into a crossed position and giving you a smile as he takes in your appearance. Being so fixed in his gaze makes your cheeks prickle with heat – maybe not the colour he’d hoped to be checking.

“Yeah, you’re looking better. Good.” He nods in affirmation, more to himself than you. “That noise – I think someone was trying to get the power back on, sounds like it only worked for a second before it could get going. The elevator’s not gonna fall.”

“How do you know?”

“I’ve had to disable some of them before – for work, I mean. They’re all equipped with multiple failsafe systems to prevent that exact scenario.”

“Disable them?”

“Just so they stop…” He gestures in a circle as he tries to find the words, “elevating, I guess, so I’m not pursued. Make ‘em take the stairs.”

“Ah, right.” You nod. “Wind them a bit.”

“Exactly. If you don’t mind me asking, you always been afraid of them?”

“No. Got stuck in one in an old apartment block years ago – it didn’t feel particularly modern. There were three of us – me and two drunk guys who kept jumping up and down, convinced that would make it move. The fire department got us out after two hours cos I had one of those… episodes. Haven’t been in one since.”

“Idiots.”

“They just kept laughing the more panicked I got. I felt so stupid.”

“Panic attacks are no joke. That box breathing always helps me if I feel on edge, though.”

“Yeah, that was really good.” You feel a shy smile creep over your face. “If I had to get suck in an elevator with anyone, I’m glad it was you.”

He practically beams. “Now I don’t feel quite so bad. I’ve gotta ask again though, you really got in here just because I said to?” He’s already seen you a panicking mess, so why not just be honest? “Your smile helped too.” “Well, consider me flattered.”

“It’s a nice smile…” You swallow, a little cautious of the next word. “Enticing.”

You swear you see a smidge of colour flush Leon’s cheeks then, but it must be a trick of the artificial lights. “Well, since we’re confessing – yours is too. That’s the real reason I was bothering Hunnigan. Wanted to see if I could win another.”

“You came to see me smile?” You’re definitely blushing now – cheeks prickling with the heat.

“Guilty. I don’t think you’d remember, but a week or so back I was having a real shitty day. Went to go debrief with Hunnigan and she wasn’t there, but you were. When I stormed in, you just gave me the best and most genuine smile I’d seen in days. Meant a lot.” He rubs the back of his neck, sheepishly.

You smile again, can’t help it, and he groans, jokingly. “Ugh, see? Not again – I don’t think my heart can take how sweet it is.”

You don’t know what to say to that but you’re excused when, suddenly, the lights transition overhead with a flicker from the emergency dulled tones to the standard, harsh fluorescent light and the elevator begins its smooth descent once more.

“Finally, huh?” Leon gets up easily to his feet and then offers you a hand.

“Yeah.” You accept it without hesitation, goosebumps prickling up your arm as he wraps his fingers around your hand and he pulls you up with ease. Slyly, his other hand now rests on the small of your back, drawing you in close…

The elevator dings, announcing its arrival on the ground floor and the doors slide open to reveal a maintenance worker, clad in blue overalls, waiting in the lobby. Leon draws back then, but still keeps his hand steady on your back.

“You two all right? Power-cut had rotten timing, I was gonna repair that emergency speaker tonight when most of the office was cleared out.”

“All good, thanks.” Leon bends down, picks up the box again without question and you follow him out of the elevator in pursuit, only to hear a cell begin to ring from his pocket. He balances the box with one arm – you’ve no idea how – and pulls out the device, frowning at the name on screen.

“Sorry, I’ve really gotta take this.” His brows furrow in annoyance. “You be okay with taking that downstairs?”

“Yeah, of course. I really should take it back now anyway, you know, just in case…” You trail off as he eases the box over to you, making sure you’ve got it properly before he lets go. “Thanks… for everything.”

“Pleasure was all mine.” He replies, sincerely, before reluctantly lifting the cell up to his ear.

“Kennedy.”

You leave him to his phone-call and head down the stairs for a thankfully unremarkable trip down to the vaults to replace the box back in its rightful place. It’d be a lie to say when you climbed back up to the lobby that you weren’t disappointed when there’s no trace of him to be found.

--

The next morning, after passing through the security check, you make your way down to the archive vault as usual, pressing your hand against the door panel to gain access. Sadly, you’ve still got a lot of work to do in the box you’d been working on yesterday, so you dutifully log its withdrawal in the computer system, and heave it up once more in your arms before heading out.

You only make it up one flight of stairs when you see him, leaned up against the stairway wall, one arm held against his chest whilst his other hand is holding his cell, squinting at some text. He looks up as you scuff your trainer on one of the steps and he smiles as you reach him, tucking his cell back away.

“Good morning.”

“Morning. What brings you here?” You curse inwardly. “I mean, not that it’s not a pleasant surprise, just…”

He waves it off. “I getcha. Well, I have some pretty good sway here, you know, so I’ve volunteered.”

“Volunteered for what?”

“Volunteered…” He steps forward and wraps his arms around the box, “..to be your stairs lackey.”

“Oh, no – it’s fine, honestly.” You feel flustered at the very idea. Leon’s one of the top, if not the top agent of the DSO. He can’t be doing manual labour for you, he shouldn’t. “You have so many better things to be doing. I can mana…”

“Please?” He tilts his head, gives you that enticing smile again. “I mean, I could just tell you,” – he teases – “but I thought I’d ask this time, so you’re sure.”

The smile makes you feel weak at the knees and you’d already proven yesterday you couldn’t resist its magic. “Okay. But you should definitely take the elevator then.”

“Uh-uh.” He shakes his head, taking the box into his arms. “It’s good cardio, got my weight-resistance. You’re practically doing me a favour by taking the stairs.”

“Is that so?”

“Mm-hm. Though,” he bites his lip in a pause, “I may have ulterior motives.”

“Right, and what would those be?”

“If I were to, say, visit the office around six tonight and carry this thing back down to the vault, maybe you’d go to dinner with me?”

God, you feel absolutely giddy - there’s no way you can hold back your smile. “I think that’s… acceptable.”

“Then we have a deal. Ladies first,” he nods with his head to up the stairwell.

“No, I… I think you should go first. Just so I can keep an eye on you on the way up. I’ve got to make sure you’re not sneaking a peek at the assets, you know?”

He quirks an eyebrow, you know he’s wondering what you’re thinking, but he shrugs it off all the same. “As you wish.”

And as you follow him up 12 flights of stairs, you slightly breathless and him seemingly fine, you can’t help but sneak a look at a different pair of assets before you.

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[dollycxre]

Fem Mortal Reader x Yandere Hestia, but the reader isn't a pushover.

:)

yandere! Hestia x fem! mortal! Reader - ♡ general hcs

warnings -> none....it's hestia...actually, slight clinginess??

paring/s -> yandere! Hestia x mortal! fem! reader (gender of the reader isn't mentioned or relevant tbh)

a/n -> rising from my grave to finish this

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-> meeting her as a mortal means that you're probably gonna meet her in your fireplace

-> the most likely scenario is that you had just faced one of the worst heartbreaks in your life— losing a family member, a regular breakup, whatever

-> Hestia, being who she is, would probably not be able to bear the sight of someone in pain, guiding the fire to warm you up, flames flickering up towards you as if in a comforting manner

-> her presence is a very comforting and homely feeling and when she concentrates on a particular hearth, her power increases tenfold

-> probably resulting in you dozing off in a cozy armchair, fast asleep like your world hadn't just come crashing down around you

-> she watches you sleep so peacefully (but like- in a non creepy way)

-> she keeps on at it for a while, watching you do your daily chores for a while, admiring you from a safe distance and slowly falling for you

-> I don't think Hestia would even bother trying to disguise herself as a regular human to you, she just pops up in your fireplace one day and shyly starts a conversation

-> Depending on your reaction, she'd either cool you down or happily continue your conversation like literally nothing ever happened

-> I'm not gonna go into details but she'd win you over pretty damn quickly and starts dating you as soon as possible

(now for some domestic fluff...cuz it's hestia)

-> I have this headcanon that because Hestia is the goddess of family, she'd know all the best picnic spots

-> like you cannot tell me that she wouldn't know the most gorgeous cliffside overlooking a sea view in the world and take you there as a date

-> she likes baking for you because she adores how your face lights up when she makes you those cookies you love so much

-> she already knows your allergies and taste in food so don't even bother telling her, she's already got the best recipes she has set in mind :)

-> she likes taking you on peaceful walks with her while she's disguised as a human

-> watching all the different people walk by with their dogs, significant others, etc, etc makes her very happy

-> she'll point out to you all the small, gorgeous details your eyes might've missed

->she wants to show you the beauty of the world you live in!

-> definitely takes you to visit her favourite places in greece

->dresses up like a local that the people know well by now and takes you to her favourite parts of her homeland <3

->wants you to try all the native food, 100%

->when it comes to the issue of her being an immortal goddess and you being a regular ol mortal with a short life span (compared to her anyway), she'll try to convince you to let her feed you nectar

->obviously, you say something along the lines of 'fuck no'

->she's devastated when you abandon her at the table in the restaurant she took you to, to run away

->keeps popping up in the hearth whenever you light your fire (only for you to extinguish the flames with water)

->she finally gets you to have a normal, healthy conversation with her when she catches you off guard while you're napping by the fireplace

->would probably end with a compromise (somehow) that she'd make your closest friends and family immortal with you so that you'd all be able to live together

->after that, your relationship is pretty much smooth sailing

->Hestia isn't a very possessive or jealous person and she usually communicates that she's uncomfortable when she is

->cuz, y'know...she's actually sane (unlike the rest of her siblings and nephews and nieces)

->adopts an animal with you, a hundred percent <3

->likes cuddling you in her hearth, because it's so warm and cozy that you always end up falling asleep on her chest

->and she likes that :)

->takes you up to Olympus because she isn't scared of someone else taking you away

->none of the gods would even try because who would want to make Hestia upset? (especially cause it's mostly out of fondness, rather than terror *cough cough* Athena *cough cough*)

->anyway, she's probably one of the best girlfriends in the world <3

->can't and doesn't marry you because of her vow, but gives you a promise ring and lets you give her one if you really wanted to <3

->mostly just overly clingy, staying by your side whenever she can and hearth-hopping to wherever you go— work, out with friends, etc

BONUS!

-> she leaves you with Aphrodite if she's busy, because Aphrodite thinks you're adorable and always spends her time with you helping her doves make you all pretty for Hestia, Cinderella's fairy godmother style :)

[fimmiest]

flashing lights - kazuha x fem!reader

6th!member reader being whipped by kazuha new hair (self insert tbh), fluff drabble!

the first official lesserafim concert, flame rises, was just in a few hours but it didn't stop the room for being chaotic and you for feeling nervous. stylist confirming clothes, the staffs making sure everything was set up, all the tension was affection you even if you didn't want to agree.

in front of you, eunchae was putting a beanie and a wig to hide her new blonde hair color. it was funny to think of how your fans would react when they see the change of hair every member got.

sakura with a two toned blue hair, chaewon going back to the classic dark brown hair, yunjin with a slightly shorter hair, you had the back end of your hair in a dark red color and kazuha.. well, that's the thing you hadn't seen kazuha yet.

you just arrived from the salon minutes ago and apparently kazuha was busy re-checking her clothes so you didn't even knew what color she was going to do. a blue too probably? she would look good too with a two toned brown, mhmm a red? then you two would be matching and—

"Microphones !!" the staff voice fills the room, taking you out of your thoughts to the busy room again.

you sigh, getting up to pick your mic so you could be ready sooner.

since your back was to the door you didn't saw kazuha entering in the room and soon after approaching your side to get her microphone.

kazuha places her hand on your waist, moving you a little bit to the left so she could take her mic

you take a look at her and oh. a blonde streak. kazuha did a blonde streak.

your thoughts started running a mile unintentionally.

pretty pretty pretty be mine? pretty

zuha notice your staring and tilts her head in confusion "uhm? you need help setting up?"

you deny quickly, not even realizing that your mouth acted faster than your own thought

"you're pretty" you say in a heartbeat, it sounded too soft even for your own ears, almost like a confession, "y- i mean, your hair! Is pretty it fits you ..mhm" you feel your face becoming hot and break eye contact, looking anywhere but zuha

before you could escape she gently wraps her arms on your shoulder "yours is pretty too." her hand wander until the nape of your neck, carefully brushing the ends of your hair "very pretty." eyes looking into yours, a soft smile on her lips

shit

"Uhmm.. I-"

"come on lovebirds, we need to rehearsal" sakura appears, nudging you and then taking her microphone. kazuha nods, smiling at you again and before you could say anything she walks away to the door

"what you are so red for, hm?" kkura smirks, looking between you and kazuha

"please don't." you mumble and cover your face with both hands

[otomehoneyybearr]

Kagari Amagase

Be My Lover, Be My Beast

Ch1 | Ch2 | Sweet | Premium | Epilogue| Bonus

Warning: Mention of death

(I never expected this moment to come so soon.)

As I looked out the window of the swaying carriage,

The reflection I saw wasn’t the same person who had been happily munching on dorayaki a few hours ago.

My hair was beautifully arranged with a cherry blossom hairpin, and the petals dangling from it added a touch of delicate and ephemeral look.

When I lowered my gaze, I saw the vibrant kimono I was wearing, with its cream-colored fabric adorned with snowflakes and small flowers, its skirt flaring out like a dress.

(I’m happy to wear this kimono, but how did it come to this? No, more importantly...)

●●●●●● Flashback ●●●●●���

Kagari: "Please be my lover"

●●●●●● Flashback End ●●●●●●

(What did he mean by that...?)

Seeking answers, I looked at Prince Kagari, who was seated across from me.

Kagari: "What’s the matter? You seem restless."

Emma: "Prince Kagari, isn’t there something you need to tell to me?"

Kagari: "You look adorable. The kimono suits you."

Emma: "R-Really? Thank you— Wait, that’s not what I meant."

Kagari: "I know. Don’t worry, I didn’t mean it literally when I asked you to be my lover."

Emma: "So, what did you mean...?"

Kagari: "....."

A sudden silence fell, and Prince Kagari glanced at the sword beside him, letting out a small sigh.

Kagari: "There’s someone I need to convince that I have a lover, no matter what."

Kagari: "That’s why I want you to pretend to be my lover at the place we’re going to."

Kagari: "I considered paying a woman from the entertainment district, but it would be too obvious a lie or mistaken as a casual affair."

Kagari: "So will you help me? My kind-hearted Princess?"

Emma: "Calling me that doesn’t really help your case, you know?"

(I see. So that’s why I was made to change into this outfit... to look like his lover.)

(This is the first time Prince Kagari has asked me for something so seriously.)

(Whoever this person is must be very important to him.)

Prince Kagari has helped me in many situations.

Now that I have a chance to repay that kindness, I had no hesitation.

Emma: "I understand. If I can be of help, I’ll do my best to play the role of your lover."

Kagari: "I knew you’d say that. I appreciate it."

Kagari: "Think about what you want as a reward. I’ll get you whatever you wish for."

(He probably won’t take ‘nothing’ as an answer...)

Emma: "In that case, could you treat me to one more dorayaki from the sweets shop we just visited?"

Emma: "It was so delicious that I’m planning to try all the flavors while I’m in Kogyoku."

Kagari: "You could have asked for something more extravagant, yet you ask for so little."

Kagari: "Dorayaki, I’ll remember that."

Emma: "Thank you."

Emma: "Whoa...!?!"

The carriage jolted sharply, likely from riding over a stone.

The sudden movement lifted me from my seat, and I found myself caught by Prince Kagari in front of me.

Kagari: "Are you alright?"

Emma: "Yes, I’m sorry..."

(Although I’m grateful, this is so embarrassing... It looks like I just jumped into his arms.)

Kagari: "....."

His red hair was so close it brushed against my cheek, making my heart race.

I tried to pull away quickly, but for some reason, he grabbed both my arms, holding me in place.

Kagari: "I know I’m the one who asked, but are you really capable of playing the role of my lover?"

Emma: "I-I can do it… in my head, at least."

Kagari: "Just standing next to me isn’t enough to convince anyone that we’re lovers."

(Ugh… How did he see through me?)

Kagari: "It’s better to get used to it so you don’t give yourself away."

Kagari: "I’m doing this for you, shy little princess, so you won’t be acting so awkward just because we’re close."

Emma: "W-Wait...!"

Prince Kagari effortlessly lifted me up and seated me on his lap.

Who could have predicted the day I’d sit on a man’s lap? My whole body felt like it was about to burst into flames.

Kagari: "Let's stay like this until we reach our destination. You’ll have to get used to me, whether you like it or not."

Kagari: "And then we’ll hold hands, look into each other’s eyes..."

Kagari: "Ah, I almost forgot something important."

He intertwined his fingers with mine and pulled my head close with his other hand.

When I squirmed from the warmth that touched my neck, I heard a slightly dissatisfied voice.

Kagari: "Don’t move, or I won’t be able to put it on."

Emma: "You’re not talking about a hickey, are you?"

Kagari: "What else would I be putting on you? A cut?"

Emma: "That’s even worse!"

Emma: "I said I’d pretend to be your lover, but please don’t leave any marks on me."

(I didn’t expect this much physical contact...)

Kagari: "It’ll fade in a few days, won’t it?"

Emma: "Yes."

Kagari: "The I suppose kissing you here is out of the question too."

Emma: "Of course it is! Absolutely not!"

He lightly touched my lips with his fingers, and I felt my body temperature rise again.

Kagari: "…I don’t get it."

Kagari: "How is it any different from holding hands or touching each other like this?"

He tilted his head in genuine confusion, and I felt a wave of both embarrassment and surprise welled up inside me.

Emma: "While it’s similar in that it’s physical contact, a kiss on the lips is something that particularly expresses affection."

Emma: "It’s an act of confirming each other’s feelings and sharing happiness, and I want to save that for someone special."

Kagari: "Is that so?"

He looked slightly upward as if pondering, but I could tell he wasn’t entirely convinced.

Kagari: "I understand your perspective. I’ll be mindful from now on."

(I managed to express my thoughts clearly, but... was that really enough?)

(To Prince Kagari, a kiss isn’t about pleasure or conveying feelings emotions; it’s just a meaningless act of touching, like everything else we’re doing right now…)

Thinking that made me feel a little sad, as if I was the only one who was overly conscious of it.

Kagari: "Oh, that’s right. I had something to give you."

Emma: "Huh? What is it?"

Prince Kagari reached for a box attached to the carriage, as if he’d just remembered something.

(Oh...!)

What he pulled out was a dagger, and I found myself tensing up unconsciously.

Kagari: "In Kogyoku, not carrying a weapon is something only those with a death wish do."

Kagari: "If you don’t want to die a pointless death, keep this on you at all times."

For someone like me, who grew up in a peaceful place, the thought of carrying a weapon still felt a bit unsettling.

But here, being careless, even for a second, could cost me my life.

(If I don’t want to seem like someone who doesn’t value their life, then I guess…)

Emma: "...Thank you."

I accepted the short dagger with both hands.

It was heavier and more sturdy than I had imagined, and it felt like it weighed on my heart as well.

Kagari: "But if you ever want to die, let know me. I’ll make it painless for you."

(That’s the words of someone who’s seen a lot of death.)

Though I couldn’t read Prince Kagari’s emotions or thoughts from his expression, I could tell that he meant what he said.

Emma: "I... no matter how tough things get, I don’t think I’ll ever choose death myself."

Kagari: "That’s very much like you. Hold on to that thought."

Kagari: "...No matter what happens."

…..

(Wow...)

To my surprise, we had been brought to a casino.

The floor was bustling, and I had to raise my voice a little to even be heard.

Emma: "I didn’t know there were places like this in Kogyoku."

Kagari: "There’s been ongoing factional struggles in Kogyoku, with various countries supporting them."

Kagari: "Because of that, there’s a lot of cultural influence from outside. The casino is one of the results of that."

Emma: "I see..."

(And the person we’re here to see is somewhere in this place... I never would have guessed from the serious expression on his face when he asked me to do this.)

(Now I’m even more curious about who it is.)

Emma: "...."

A large hand wrapped around my waist and pulled me close, and I instinctively tensed up.

Kagari: "You didn’t cry out this time. A gold star for you, Princess."

My heart pounded at his low whisper in my ear, and all I could do was nod.

(If it weren’t for what happened in the carriage, this would’ve been bad.)

I moved my feet to match Prince Kagari’s as he began to walk.

(Come to think of it… it’s my first time wearing a kimono, so it should’ve been difficult to walk, yet I’m able to keep up with him...)

(No, it's more like he’s adjusting his pace to mine.)

I silently thanked him for his kindness and discreetly surveyed the area.

(Why do I feel like everyone’s staring at us?)

Emma: "Prince Kagari, is there something strange about me? Like, am I moving stiffly or have a strange expression...?"

Kagari: "The stares are more because of me than you."

Kagari: "It’s rare for me to come to a casino or to be seen with a woman for that matter."

(But I don’t remember ever being this blatantly stared at in town...)

(It’s like everyone here knows Prince Kagari very well.)

Emma: "Um, Prince Kagari, what kind of person is it that you want to convince you have a lover?"

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[sabbathbloodysabbeth]

The Kings Hostage

i decided to listen to my brain and the people about writing a alternate meeting in season three with Steddie.

Eddie sat impatiently in one of the most uncomfortable chairs he has ever sat in. Afraid that if he stood up someone in the waiting room would quickly steal his seat. But his bladder was screaming at him. (Let's just say, anxiety was not the only thing racing through his body.) That being the reason why he started to decline any beverage offered to him.

Random staff members of the hospital had gone around with a pitcher of water and cups to hand out every other hour or so. Giving many cups to numerous children who were sitting with an older family member who were waiting for any news on someone who had been affected by the mall fire. That was the main story going around about so many people being there. Others on the other hand were there in hopes that some of the unidentified patients were their loved ones. Whom they haven't heard from and knew were going to be in the mall around the time it lit up into flames.

Thankfully Eddie wasn't in the same situation as them. His Uncle, Wayne Munson had been nowhere near the fire. In fact, he had been across town working an overnight shift at one of the numerous factories that lived on the outskirts of Hawkins. That had been a short relief for him before he found out from the front desk that the old man nearly cut his entire fucking finger off with one of the saws like an absolute dumbass.

The second Eddie gets a hold of him he was chewing the man's ear off, who by the way had just promised Eddie that he would stay away from the more dangerous equipment and let one of the younger guys handle it. Or literally anyone who was more qualified for the position.

Leaning forward a bit, placing his elbows on his knees he begins to rub his face feeling very stressed out. Thankfully nowhere close to some in the room currently, who were faintly crying on and off as the reality of the situation hit them. Soft little hiccups being heard through the silence that had settled in once midnight hit. Allowing a few of the younger kids to sleep in silence, and some of the old as well. A silent agreement amongst the whole room.

His stomach was growling, growing more upset as he lets a soft agitated sigh out as he stands up. Feeling his back and legs pop from sitting for so long. If he waits any longer, he was for sure going to piss himself. Sure, it would probably distract everyone from the situation at hand, but it wasn't something he wanted to do.

He moves across the floor, the first person to move within the past couple of hours. He gives a bittersweet smile to one of the front desk ladies when their eyes meet, mouthing a soft bathroom to her before the acknowledgement is quickly ignored again.

Moving through the doors, he heads to the bathroom that was a bit out of the way. The set up was weird but he wasn't going to complain if it means getting out of the waiting room and from the small crowd for a few minutes. Taking a right, he moves opening the door to the bathroom. Glancing at the numerous urinals placed across the wall as he doesn't waste time handling his business. Washing his hands before he begins to throw cold water against his face in hope of two things. Waking up, and to get rid of the sweat that was starting to cause his skin to go sticky.

His hands were currently bundling up a paper towel when the door flies open. Banging against the wall pretty hard as someone throws themselves inside like they were on a mission of some sort.

Eddies eyes open a bit more, this person waking him up more than what cold water could. Not missing the frantic way, the person, obviously a guy quickly shuts the door. Eddies exhausted, so it takes a moment for it to click that the same guy was currently in a blue gown. And if Eddie looked further down his back his ass was very much on full display. Eddie was so close in fact that he could see the slight heart shaped mole that was living on the right guy's ass cheek.

His mouth falls open and shut, about to protest something when the other turns around. Breathing heavily with messy hair and a even more messed up face. Eye lid nearly closed from being so swollen. It takes a longer time for Eddie to process that Steve Harrington was currently standing in front of him then processing the heart shaped mole on his ass.

The guy does not look like he's doing okay, that was at least the third observation he catches. Faintly hearing loud footsteps coming from the hall, as if someone were racing after him. Along with a radio cutting in with an even louder voice.

"Patient from room 420 is on the loose, repeat we have a running patient. Names Steven Amir Harrington -" How fitting, Steve Harringtons middle name literally meant prince. "Is 5'11, brunette with blonde highlights. Approach with caution, patient is showcasing signs of PTSD and unusually high levels of paranoia."

Hearing that, Eddie's eyes grow bigger as he opens his mouth to shout. Before he can though the other is quickly throwing himself forward after locking the door. Hand landing over his mouth, dropping the clothes he had been holding under his arm onto the ground. The light shuffle not causing enough noise to catch the attention of the security guard that literally just walked by. Responding to the call on his walkie, unable to be heard as the man in front of Eddie starts to plead like his life depended on it. And for all Eddie could know it does.

"Please, shh - don't. I just need a minute to get changed and then I'm out of your hair Munson. Please just - just don't say anything. Don't want them to find me." His whisper is low, and each word slurs a bit as Eddie takes a shaky breath from the palm of the others hand. Still not believing that he was being pinned up against the wall by Steve fucking Harrington. Who looks like he lost a bar fight against Andre the fucking giant. But there was something in the other's eyes. A sort of desperation that Eddie can't ignore.

Nodding his head carefully, he decides to do whatever the other wanted. there was no way he was winning a fight against the ex king of Hawkins high.

And holy shit, was the freak currently being held hostage by the ex-king of Hawkins high?

still unsure if I'm going to write more to this, but this is the scene that's been lost in my head a bit. I'm exhausted, but who knows I might add more lmao. If you want to see more just let me know.

[whiskeyghoul]

All tied up || [Spencer Reid X f!reader] Pt.1

First time posting a fic here.

The idea of Spencer remembering all the shibari knots from a book gave me the incredible urge to start writing. This is part one and mostly setting up to part two where all the spicy stuff will happen.

Tags: Shibari, eventual smut, consent, (idk I am bad at tagging)

Part two

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"I actually heard it can be very therapeutic." Spencer Reid stood next to you as you were bent over a case file. The unsub would tie their victims up in intricate red rope, displaying them like a piece of artwork. Suspended in mid air their bodies hung from ceilings. You had made a comment under your breath as you watched the detail in the knots, nothing of interest. Either they'd been strung up post mortem, which seemed unlikely with the way their bodies were contorted. Or while the victim was alive and cooperating. Meaning the victims trusted the unsub.

You knew of shibari, had seen it once when you had stumbled upon it while researching a sexclub where a suspected unsub was picking his victims. It piqued your interest, seeing the knots tied carefully with enough slack to allow fingers to slip past the rope. The shapes accentuating the women's bodies, looks of content on their faces. You had quickly squashed the thought at the time. Not wanting to address your new found interest in the slightest. Hoping that if you didn't think about it it would go away. Unfortunately that hadn't been the case. You'd managed to find pictures of the beautiful rope designs people created and it only fed the flame growing inside you. But when Spencer made that comment as he looked over your shoulder. Something stirred inside. Like he knew what you'd been thinking about.

"I don't think they found this very therapeutic." You retorted, eyes focused on the paper again. If they hadn't been crime scene photos they could have been beautiful. Spencer placed one hand on the desk, the other on the back of your chair as he leaned over. The heat of his body radiating off of him. You kept your eyes on the papers, not daring to look up at your workplace crush. Who, in all his genius, was the most clueless person you'd met. "Right, I don't think they did. Still, it's interesting to see the great care the unsub took to present them this way. It’s like a piece of art, he takes pride in his work." Spencer commented, saying the words you'd just been thinking. "It could have been beautiful if not for the murder." you said a bit solemnly, not thinking about your words, still trying to figure out whether the unsub tied them up post mortem or not. Absentmindedly tracing your fingers over the ropes in one picture.

"Would you ever want to try it?" Spencer suddenly asked. Your head whipped around in surprise, staring at the man who was looking down at you. He was gauging your reaction, which now that you realize it, was way too obvious. He'd probably already caught on to the fact you'd been interested in shibari from the case before. A damn good profiler even if he was clueless about your feelings for him. "W-what? No, of course not." You lied, feeling heat creep up your neck as you averted your eyes from him. “Why would you say that?” You asked in turn, knowing he’d already caught you in your lie. “Just the way you said it could have been beautiful. I’ve read a book on it once…” The way Spencer said it was suggestive, knowing what he meant once he said he read a book on it once. He remembers it all, the knots, the ties. He was offering to help you get it out of your system. The way he trailed off made it non committal, it wasn’t a full offer but it was up in the air. If you wanted to go in on it he wouldn’t judge. “You have? Are you interested?” Your voice was low, barely above a whisper because you were still in the bullpen. Colleagues and teammates are still around to hear if you spoke too loudly. “We have Saturday off.” Spencer spoke, it wasn’t an answer but an invite. “We do.” You agreed, and that was it. “You could come over.” Spencer said, there was something in his voice. It was low and smooth. “I can. At 2?” You added before daring to look up at him again, he nodded his head with a slight smile. There was a flush on his face. “I’ll see you then.” He added, pushing himself off the table and returning to his own desk, your eyes following until he sat down.

Your mind was jumbled with thoughts about what could happen when you get to his place. Mentally you were still trying to grapple with the fact that he had invited you, but standing on the doorstep had been quite the wake up. You rang his doorbell and Spencer buzzed you in. You walked to the elevator, pressing the button and stepping inside to head to the second floor. Stepping out and walking past the other doors until you reached his front door. A deep breath. You raised your hand, a timid knock on the door that was opened just a second too quickly. Like he had been waiting for you. “Hey.” Spencer breathed out the word, a slight smile on his lips as he stared at you. You could feel your cheeks start to heat under his gaze. “Come in.” Spencer said as he stepped out of the way, letting you pass into his apartment. “Thanks.” You said as you observed your surroundings. You’d been in his apartment once before. It was lived in, slightly cluttered and warm. It smelled of books and coffee, some of his vices. His large leather couch was put to the side and the middle of his living room was currently a large open space. He’d prepared this. You swallowed thickly, knowing he’d taken care to get it all ready made you excited, a fluttering feeling settling in your stomach. The small bag you had taken with you was placed down next to the coat rack. Your jacket was slipped off your shoulders by Spencer, the motion making you look over your shoulder at him. He gave you a reassuring smile, warming your heart and soothing your nerves. “Do you want something to drink first?” He asked as he hung your coat away. “No, thank you.” You replied, wanting to get to it rather than stall. It would make you nervous again to wait. Wanting to get started almost immediately. “Alright, then let’s get started?” Spencer asked it, maybe to have clear confirmation that this was what you wanted. He fidgeted slightly, perhaps as nervous as you had been before. You nodded your head, the action seeming to calm Spencer slightly, his hands stopping from fidgeting. Instead grabbing the red rope that was laid out on a side table, pushed to the wall this time.

“How do we start?” You asked, having prepared by wearing a pair of soft shorts and a tank top. Spencer turned back to you, taking two strides before he was right in front of you again. Something in his eyes had changed from before. “Strip.” His tone was different, making a shiver run down your spine.

This was going to be interesting.

[cinnamonest]

hmmmm i can’t help but think about how much worse idol / celeb fans would be in the mmau. like, maybe the government has sponsored the first ever female idol group for the sake of entertainment (because i’m sure the men eventually got tired of every source of entertainment, like music, being produced and sang by men) and like… the danger these girls are facing would probably be insane. attempted kidnappings at every concert, im telling you… or if this is a modern AU, the comments under all these girls’ performances are so crazy that all the comments are probably turned off. there’d probably be some men against it too,, like “why are these girls on stage dancing and showing themselves. who is allowing this. this is vulgar and immodest.”

The girl groups are something of an attempt to keep the population placated — the message is like, look! Girls in skimpy outfits bouncing around on stage! Eye candy! Jerkoff material! You can fill the void with obsessing over them and feel less lonely and irritable! You can be content (and not commit violent acts that upset the social framework to attempt to obtain a girl)!

That is, the hope is that it keeps the average guy in his proverbial place, acceptant that he'll never have one to himself (and distracted from the fact that most girls belong to wealthy elites, yet it would be rather easy for the have-nots to outnumber the haves and, well...)

They’re meant to be gawked at, drooled over, masturbated to, fantasized about… and it’s a huge success! All the groups that spring up rake in tons of money, performances draw in huge crowds. Men tend to form fanbases for the individual girls — that is, most guys will like the groups as a whole, but particularly dedicate themselves to one girl whom they deem their favorite.

The issue is that they’re a little too successful. The producers who thought the idea up were not fully prepared for just how allured some men would be. How attached they’d get to their favorite girl, the sort of delusions they form in their head.

It’s basically a problem in which by attempting to scratch an itch, the developers who produce the groups find out that it’s more like they’re fanning flames. Since most of these guys will never have a girl of their own, they can become especially delusional about feeling like the girl they fixate on is his, that he's her biggest fan and everyone else is just a casual fan, no one else really appreciates her the way he does. And the lack of stimulation elsewhere means that there's very little to distract them from their devotion.

The industry quickly becomes something dangerous. Fans get too close, too touchy. But really, what did they expect? Do they realize how torturous it is for a guy who has literally never, ever touched a girl, seeing one standing so close? Of course he's going to try and stick his hand out to grab. Except then more and more guys get the same idea… soon there's an extra barrier of those red-rope posts between the girls and the crowd. They take extra security measures, each girl has a personal guard who always knows where she is.

Although nonetheless, it's only a matter of time before a girl goes missing anyway, even with all the extreme measures and constant surveillance. Never underestimate the ingenuity of a desperate, horny man...

[honoviadakai]

Rating Hazbin Hotel Characters based on how much I'd trust them to do a coffee run 🏨😈🎶👼

Charlie🎶🏨:

8/10

ah sweet Charlie

Dear sweet Charlotte

She would bend over backwards just to get you a cup of coffee, and that might be the main root of the problem

First of all, If 1 person asks her for coffee, everyone gets something. Everyone.

She's also gonna be a little overbearing

She means well, she really does

But if you only order something like a simple, small black coffee, be prepare to be brought a large black coffee, 2 large Frappes, a breakfast sandwich, a salad and a yogurt bowl

She's sweet but she be doing to much fr

Vaggie 🗡️🦋:

9/10

Vaggie is one of the best people in hell/the hotel you can ask to go on a coffee run for you

She's gonna go in, grab your order and get out asap

Where she loses a point is that she might accidentally get distracted by something she saw in a shop window that reminded her of Charlie

You can't even be that mad tbh cuz like...it is a cute outfit that she got for her XD

Other than the occasional distractions, she gets your order correct most of the time so shes a solid and trustworthy option

Alastor🦌📻:

-10/10

....No

Don't ask him to do any favors for you

Even an innocent coffee run might bite you in the ass later

And that's assuming he even get you what you asked in the first place!

He's either gonna bring you what asked for and be really ominous about there possibly being poison in your drink(9/10 probably poisoned it 💀)

OR

He's not bringing you anything

There is very little in between with him

He's also gonna high key judge you depending on what you order

He honestly might just get you a cup of black coffee instead of what you wanted because "It's the ✨proper✨ thing to have" 🙄

Angel Dust🕷️💕:

5/10

Listen...He means well but you can't trust him to get your order right sometimes

Hell, sometimes he'll bring you a half drunk drink cuz he just couldn't resist taking a sip 🤦🏻

He’s probably gonna forget what you asked for halfway to the café tbh

If he’s not feeling lazy he’ll call/text you and ask you to repeat your order

If he’s feeling lazy….may the odds be ever in your favor

It’s better to go with him tbh

He’ll even making it a day for the two of you

I mean who doesn’t wanna go shopping with this guy?🛍️😎

Husk🐈‍⬛🥃:

10/10

This man may be an alcoholic but he’s got job security for a reason!(Aside from, you know…Alastor 💀)

Memorizing orders is part of a bartender’s job so he’s gonna have your order memorized after you’ve said it once

He might complain but he’s out the door pretty quick for someone who just said he’d rather eat lead than go grab coffee for you XD

He also comes back quickly too

Mans does not mess around

He’s got a task to complete and he’s gonna do it asap so he can get back to the bar damn it! 😤

Efficient old kitty is efficient

Niffty🪡🐞:

2/10

…..I love this woman to death but I feel like trusting her to get you coffee is a death sentence…

If you see her preparing a coffee in the Hotel’s kitchen, go ahead and trust it, it’s probably pretty good

But sending her off to a café….

Best case scenario, she stabbed someone for their order because it was exactly what you asked for

Worse case scenario….the entire coffee goes up in flames because someone upset Nifty….

Please…for everyone’s safety….get it yourself

Sir Pentious🐍🥚:

3/10

He’s a leggless golden retriever and you know it

He’s gonna agree to get you your coffee with 1000% enthusiasm

This is gonna go down 1 of 2 ways…

Option 1: egg boys

Don’t let them go

Lord only knows when they’ll be back

They will deadass come back at 3am with a cheeseburger and 5 packs of ranch

No coffee…

Option 2: Snake boy

This option…is at least more likely to get you some coffee

Here’s the problem….

Pentious is a smart guy…sometimes…

And for some reason, he just can’t seem to remember your order

So by the time he gets to the café’s doors, your order is forgotten

And instead of maybe calling or texting you…he slithers ALLLLLLL the way back to ask you what you wanted….

Please just go with him….let him feel like he’s doing a good job

Please 🙏

[the-magpie-collective]

I don't really think Wyll qualifies as a member of the nobility.

(For clarity, I will be using nobles/nobility, gentry, and patriars interchangeably. The term patriar is Baldur's Gate specific.)

Wyll isn't a patriar. His father is the son of a blacksmith. We don't really get a clear explanation of what it takes to be considered nobility in Baldur's Gate (if you have a source that details this please please share) but we do know what it takes to be considered nobility historically.

First, what is required for one to be considered a noble? Generally speaking nobles are usually landed or titled or both. These are pretty straightforward terms. Landed means that a person owns land. Historically, owning land was not as easy as it is today. It also wasn't very clear cut. Depending on the location owning land could be a super huge deal. Not only did it require lots of money, but it also often required extensive connections. In some places if you weren't the reigning Monarch it was illegal to make any kind claim to land. (chop your head off kinds of illegal).

Is it possible Wyll's father owned land even while Wyll was growing up? I think it's extremely unlikely. While Ulder Ravengard did rise through the ranks of the Fist quickly and was therefore a respected member of the upper brass, he probably wasn't rich enough to buy land within Baldur's Gate and he is described as “lacking sophistication and tact” when it comes to matters of politics. Would he have managed to create the connections necessary to even be allowed to buy land? Doubtful.

The other option is being titled. Simple enough, it means someone possesses a noble title. Most titles are inheritable, but 'Duke' is not an inheritable title in Baldur's Gate. Dukes are elected by the Parliament of Peers.

A quick aside to explain how the government works in Baldur's Gate. Baldur's Gate is controlled by the Council of Four: four elected Dukes whose votes are what allow policy to pass into law. The Grand Duke is able to decide in the case of a tie-breaker being necessary. The Dukes are elected by the Parliament of Peers, those seats are held by patriars. There is one sort of exception. One of the positions of Duke is traditionally held by the head of the Flaming Fist, i.e. the Marshall. The Marshall of the Flaming Fist still has to be elected to Duke, they don't just get that position automatically, but most people don't like to go against tradition. (Though I've seen some sources point at Ulder Ravengard's not being immediately elected Duke? And it was tied to him not being a patriar/well liked? I haven't been able to find which DnD source book this comes from yet grrrr so I can't confirm)

So Wyll's father is likely elected Duke after Abdel Adrian's assassination (see previous post) on Returning Day in 1482 DR. Baldur's Gate takes place in 1492 DR, when Wyll is 24. So yeah, some quick math and Wyll wasn't the son of a Duke until he was around 14. He's banished at the age of 17. A grand total of three years where he has some political standing.

But Wyll was the son of a military man his entire life. A man who was known for being extremely strict. A man who often had to travel for his work. A man who, in spite of his best efforts, was distant from his son. Yeah.

Wyll's not a noble. Wyll is a military brat.

[electronicwitchcollection]

Aizen smut

crikey (never used the word crikey in my life, but hey, maybe it was all part of Aizens plan) Aizen is a difficult man to write for! This is my first, and probably my last Aizen one shot 😂 it took me WEEKS to write this and I still hate it

Aizen

Prompt : "sorry... I didn't mean to call you that"

"don't come until I tell you too"

You had stayed behind after office hours to help your Captain catch up on his paperwork. You had overheard the conversation between Captain Aizen and Lieutenant Hinamori as he sent her home early, clearly struggling with what appeared to be a particularly bad flu. Lieutenant Hinamori's sniffly protests were quickly silenced by Captain Aizens deep and sultry tone, promising that he could manage one late night without her help.

"I can help you Captain". Your voice unexpectedly joined the room, as your own eyes widened in surprise

you hadn't ment to say that out loud 

Captain Aizens eyes fell on you, seemingly searching into your very soul, for what, you couldn't place. Slowly they caressed your body, starting at your legs, travelling slowly up every curve until they stopped to stare into your eyes

"L/N-chan". He had smiled sweetly at you, soft brown eyes enhanced by square glasses freezing you to the spot as a chill ran through you "are you sure you have nothing better to do with your evening?"

You watched captivated as his tongue swept out, barely noticeable, to run across his bottom lip. His smile was small, kind. His eyes however, were intense and focused, watching you intently as you tried to grasp hold of yourself

"I don't mind, sir. I've not got anything planned for tonight"

That was a lie. You had planned to go to the shopping district to find yourself a new book, having finished your last one. Suddenly the prospect of a new book seemed unimportant now that you had the chance to spend some one on one time with the Captain that had captivated your most secret of fantasies.

You could feel your cheeks begin to warm and silently prayed that you weren't glowing a brilliant red. Captain Aizen watched you for a moment more before turning to his Lieutenant, unassuming smile back on his handsome face

"now head home, Hinamori-chan. Get yourself better"  he laid a large hand on her shoulder, squeezing it momentarily as she gazed up at him adoringly, a familiar look that you often catch on your own face when seeing your Captain

That's how you ended up seated at a large, dark wooden desk opposite your Captain in the otherwise empty work barracks. The sun had long since set, it was a cloudy night and without the shine of the moon, Captain Aizen had lit some candles to illuminate the space.

The scratching of quills on paper, the distant wind and the small crackle of the flames were all that could be heard in the office. Your heart beat heavily in your chest as your eyes left the paperwork for the numerous time that evening to catch a glimpse of the Captain bathed in candle light.

One large hand laid flat on his desk as he easily wrote his report. His strong jaw was cast in shadow as his head tilted down. You watched transfixed as his hand left the desk to push his glasses back up his nose to a more comfortable position and your mouth went dry

From the first time you had seen Captain Aizen, guest lecturing at the academy you had been infatuated with him. Tall, powerful frame. His kind, deep chocolate eyes framed by dark rimmed glasses. His dark, devil may care hair, falling softly on his face. There wasn't much you didn't find attractive about him.

When he had began his lecture, a shiver went down your spine at the deep sultry tone. You began to fantasise about him, touching you, whispering dirtily into your ear. The fantasies only grew more intense when you joined his division and got to see him every day

You had wondered how he would be in bed. If he would be sweet and loving, taking care of your every need as he held you close. You had even wondered if he had any other.. more interesting kinks

I wonder if he likes being called daddy?

You almost snorted at the thought, thinking such things in work.

"YN chan?" Captain Aizens voice pulled you from your day dreaming, only to realise you had been staring at him the entire time. He had a small smile playing on his lips as he raised an amused eyebrow. "Do you feel well?"

"yes! Sorry, I got lost in thought" you babbled quickly, embarrassed at being caught staring

"thank goodness. I had worried you had caught what Hinamori is suffering through."  His smile widened as he put down his quill to clasps his hands together on the desk"your cheeks are becoming awfully red" 

You screamed internally. Cursing how easily you became embarrassed and how obvious it showed on your pale skin

"No sir" you said quietly, averting your eyes "just got distracted"

"understandable, it's become quite late." His voice sounded lower, gruffer. "It's nearly midnight" 

Your head snapped up at that. Midnight?! How long have I been staring?! You thought mortified

"thank you for your help, YN chan, but perhaps it's time for you to head home to bed"

"I don't mind finishing" you offered weakly, glancing at the still unfinished paperwork sat between you. Aizen shook his head gently, picking his quill back up

"Im afraid I must insist. I cannot be responsible for keeping you up all night" he said distracted, concentrating on his work once more

I actually wouldn't mind you keeping me up all night. The intrusive thought brought a flush to your face. Standing abruptly, you bowed low to your Captain. "Thank you, daddy"

Your eyes widened significantly as the word tumbled out of your mouth. Staring at the wooden floor below you, you prayed frantically

Please say that didn't happen. Please don't let him have heard me 

The sound of the quill hitting the desk was deafening. As you straightened up you saw Captain Aizen staring at you, a mixture of amusement and shock over his handsome features. There was something else, deep in his eyes that you couldn't make out

"im sorry" you stutter out quickly, barely above a whisper "I didn't mean to call you that" 

Bowing again quickly, you turned on your heel and made your way to the office door as quick as you could without running. You felt humiliated, angrily cursing yourself for not thinking before you spoke

"YN" your Captains gravely voice stopped you as your trembling fingers brushed the brass door handle. You stopped, closing your eyes dreading what would happen next "take a seat"

Unable to refuse the command of a Captain, you turned to walk slowly back to your previous seat, eyes firmly fixed to the floor. Just as your hand began to pull your chair back, he spoke again

"not there" the sound of a chair being dragged against the floor "here"

Your eyes snapped up, wide and confused. He tapped his thigh twice, indicating where he wanted you to sit. "Now, YN" he spoke softly, but the command got you moving. Your legs started to shake as you walked around the desk, breathing heavily through your nose.

Aizen turned in his seat as you approached, watching you intently. You came to a stop in front of him, body trembling with nerves and a little excitement. Aizen swiped his hand above his lap, a welcoming gesture offering the space

"Captain Aizen.. I." You started, painfully awkward. Were you really expected to sit on his lap? Surly this was some kind of joke, the moment you sit down he would surly laugh at you.

"do not make me repeat myself for a third time" he said in a clipped manor, eyes flashing dangerously. You turned immediately, lowering yourself gently to perch on his lap, trying to keep most of your weight supported on your two feet tip toeing on the floor. Staring straight ahead, you waited with held breath as you gripped the cloth on your thighs tightly with both hands

"good girl" Aizen muttered near your ear as he push your hair to fall over one shoulder, his breath ghosted over your ear making you squirm expectantly. Large hands settled on your waist, gripping them firmly and halting your movements

"stay still" Aizen growled lowly into your ear. Your breath hitched as you fought the urge to push your thighs together,desperately wanting some friction. His grip on your hips pulled you further onto his lap as his lips began leaving teasing kisses down your neck. Gasping at the sensation your eyes closed automatically to savour the feeling.

"do you want me to take care of you?" You heard Aizen utter as he pulled the neckline of your top over, kissing the shoulder he created access too. Your lust filled brain wanted nothing more than that

"yes" you breath as you tilted your head to the side to expose more skin

"yes, what?" He asked you, pulling back and denying you his touch

"yes..please?" The whine in your voice evident to your own ears

"try again" Aizens cold voice sounded out demandingly

You turn to look at him over your shoulder, unsure of what he was wanting. His usual warm brown eyes were hardened, staring at you expectantly. Apology about to fall from your lips was silenced as his hand came up to cup your flushed cheek, his thumb ran across your bottom lip

"who are you addressing, YN?"

"yes..Daddy"

"good girl" he praised you, using his thumb to pull down your lower lip and watching it spring back into place. "Stand"

You raise to your feet quickly, heart beating rapidly in your chest. Not daring to turn around, You could feel Aizen stand behind you, hear the sound of his chair being pushed away to the side. You jumped at the feel of a large hand caress over the swell of your clothed ass, a small squeak leaving your lips. The hand traveled to your hip, following the contour down to your thigh. A burning trail left in the wake of the inquisitive palm.

The hand left you and you let out a shaky breath. The shuffling of papers had your head tilting to the side, you watched as the Captain cleared room on his desk before removing his glasses and placing them in the draw. The snap of the wooden draw closing had you jolting back round, staring ahead obediently. You heard Aizens soft footsteps before you saw him, slowly he stalked around you, eyes fixated on your body like a predator ready to pounce on their willing prey.

With the glasses removed, Aizens face seemed more defined. The sharp lines of his jaw and cheekbones more pronounced, flickering candles casting sinister shadows over his face. The usual fall of his hair was slicked back, a rouge strand falling over his intense eyes. You swallowed thickly at the sight

He stood before you, intently studying your form, arms crossed over his chest, Aizen propped a thumb under his chin, finger ghosting over his own lips deep in thought. Your cheeks reddened Under his scrutiny.

"Remove your clothing" removing his glasses seemed to have changed his whole persona, not only does he now look angular and dominating, even his voice had taken on a darker tone. You're unable to tear away your gaze from his powerful eye contact, slowly your limbs move to do as commanded. Your arms felt heavy, uncoordinated as you fumble with your sash.

Fingers felt numb as you tried to loosen the knot. Aizen watched as you struggled, seemingly enjoying the effect he was having on you. Mercifully the knot loosened, allowing you to pull it free and loosening the wrap of your Black Kosode. You peeled it from your rapidly heating body, dropping it to the floor.

Aizens eyes raked over the exposed skin, studying the swell of your breasts sat perkily in your black lacy bra. You could feel as your nipples hardened under his hungry look, brushing against the course netting of your bra. You hooked your fingers into the waist band of your Hakama, shimmying it over your full hips to fall in a pool at your feet. Aizen offered you a large hand to step out from the fabric. Your hand trembled in his own, strong hand. Stepping free, you kicked off your tabi and waraji, Aizen dropped your hand to fall back at your side

You we're thankful you had decided to wear matching underwear this morning as his eyes fixated at the juncture between your thighs. The small Material became damp, sticking uncomfortably to your skin. Your thighs squeezed together in an attempt to ease the need you felt between your legs, earning for friction. Your skin prickled as goosebumps erupted at the slight chill in the room.

Aizen stalked forward, circling you slowly. You felt him stop behind you, his breath ghosted over your hair sending a shiver down your spine. You felt his fingers brush against your bra strap, running his finger along the edge. Your eyes closed as you felt him undo the clasp, felt the relief from your breasts escaping their prison. Slowly he pushed a strap down your arm, stroking the skin as he went before doing the same to the other side. Your bra followed the rest of your attire, left forgotten on the floor.

Stood only in your panties you felt a flush of embarrassment flow through you, every imperfection laid bare for your Captain to whiteness. Seconds stretched out painfully in silence though you couldn't find the strength to turn around. Something landing heavily at your side startled you. You peeked down to see your Captains white coat on the floor with your belongings.

The rest of his uniform quickly followed, excitement filled you when the last item hit the floor. The subject of your infatuation was stood behind you naked. Saliva increased in volume in your mouth, literally salivating at the idea.

"Turn" the single command broke the silence. You obey eagerly, turning to see the gloriously naked form of Sousuke Aizen, leaning on the side of his desk, hips jutted out invitingly. Your eyes dropped down to his arousal, thick and swollen with need. The phallic looked smooth and heavy, it twitched excitedly at your intensive look.

"kneel" your eyes snapped back up to meet his own, a perfectly sculpted eyebrow raised expectantly at your hesitation. "Now, YN"

You hurriedly took a step forward before dropping to your knees. Eye level with his hardened length, musky masculine smell reached your nose. Your tongue darted out to moisten your dry lips.

"open". You willing opened your mouth, forming the perfect O. Aizen inched closer to you, rubbing the bulbous head across your bottom lip teasingly. A drop of precum stained your lips, your tongue darted out to taste the moisture. Subtly salty, it made your mouth water. Aizen pushed into your willing mouth, cock gliding over your tongue. You felt the silky skin with your tongue, tentatively tasting his length.

Aizen sucked in a harsh breath above you, hips bucking his length further into your mouth. Taking it as a sign to continue you pull him further into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks and sucking gently. Aizen smoothed down your hair, pulling it away from your face to hold loosely behind your head in a make shift ponytail. You set the pace, sucking on his cock softly, massaging the length liberally with your tongue. Your head pulled back at a tortuous pace, swirling your wet appendage around the leaking head.

Aizen endured your pace, strong thighs spread in front of you, twitching deliciously during a slow drag of your mouth. Your hands reached out to hold the powerful muscles, raking your nails over his taut skin. Wet slurps mingled with quiet the grunts that managed to escape his control.

The grip on your hair tightened unexpectedly, Aizens feet spread, planting securely on the floor were the only warning you had before Aizen took control. Pushing your head onto his cock as he thrusted forward, Aizen fucked your mouth with the soul purpose of pleasing himself. Breathing heavily through your nose, you try to relax your jaw, giving him free reign to use your mouth.

A quick snap of his hips had you gagging loudly, his erection hitting the back of your throat harshly. Aizen groaned at the noise, eagerly pushing himself further into your throat. Your nails dug into his thighs, clawing at something to hold. "You can take it" his words pulled your eyes upwards, locking into his own. Nearly black with lust he watched you intently as he pushed himself into your mouth to the hilt and holding himself there.

The head of his cock squeezed its way to the back of your throat, making it difficult to breath. Fighting back a threatening gag, you fight the panic of the loss of air, willing yourself to relax. Aizen kept you in place with a firm grip on your hair, the strands tugging painfully at your scalp. The lack of oxygen was becoming to much, your eyes watered at the burn, a tear pulled from your lashes, trailing wetly down your cheek.

Struggling in his grasp, you tried pulling yourself from the intrusive length in your throat. Swallowing thickly around the mass, your throat contrasted in the effort to remove the invading rod. You clawed at Aizens thighs, desperately looking into his cold gaze, begging for release. Just when you thought Aizen wouldn't hear your pleas he pulled back, removing himself from your mouth entirely. You gasped harshly, air rushing back into your burning lungs. Aizen watched as you coughed and spluttered at his feet, hand loosening in your hair to resume petting you gently.

"Beautiful" he murmured, his other hand cupped your cheek, thumb wiping away the tears that had escaped. He allowed you a moment to collect yourself, soothingly stroking your hair. Breathing turning back to normal, you let out a shaky breath.

Aizens hand on your hair trailed down to your neck, caressed over your shoulder and down to your elbow. Guiding you to your feet, legs trembling, fighting to hold you up right. When you trusted your legs to hold your weight, you looked up into your Captains face. A slight up turn of his lips, too cold to be a real smile is what you saw

"You choking on my cock was a magnificent sight". He praised you, leaning down to kiss you chastely, pulling away too soon for your liking. You let Aizen guide you back to the desk, hand securely holding your elbow. He manoeuvred you to the desk where he was previously sitting, standing close behind you. You felt Aizen push your hair to one side, allowing him access to your neck. Firm hands planted themselves on your shoulders, slowly gliding down your arms to your hands, muttering into your neck "hold the edge of the desk, don't let go" as he bent you over, placing your hands on the opposite side with a squeeze.

You felt exposed, bent naked over his large desk, ass in the air. You felt his hands trails back up your arms as he straightened, caressing your back down to the swell of your ass that he squeezed liberally. Breasts were pressed into the smooth wood of the desk, head hung down to press your forehead to the cool surface. Your breath came out in short pants, heating the little space between your mouth and chest.

Aizen hooked his fingers into your panties, dragging them over your ass and down your thighs, letting them pool around your feet. His hands roamed over your ass, admiring the view. Your head snapped back with a guttural moan as Aizen slammed into you unexpectedly. Thick cock stretching you painfully as he filled you completely. He grabbed hold of your sharply hips, fingers digging into the supple flesh hard enough to leave bruises. The slow drag of his length had you feeling every exquisite inch of the velvety flesh as he pulled from you, to snap back in unforgivingly.

The loud slaps of skin on skin broke through the sill calmness of the empty Baracks, echoing sinfully around the room. Your eyes shut in agonising pleasure as he thrust into you lethally, setting a punishing pace. Your lower stomach rippled and contorted, rapidly building up the tension ready to snap into deleterious ecstasy.

Aizen pulled you onto him with every thrust, filling you to the brim. Your knuckles whitened on the desk you clung to desperately, fighting the pull of Aizen pulling you onto his cock. You moaned loudly, pleasure shooting through your abused core. A hand reached out to fist your hair, pulling your head back harshly. Your neck strained against the angle as you keened softly.

"don't cum until I tell you too" Aizens strained voice commanded you, keeping hold of the air of Authority he had been portraying. Your dripping pussy clenched at his words, aching to find release. A whine left your lips, hips slamming into the hard edge of the desk supporting your body. You felt ready to explode, tittering on the edge, an orgasm ready to rip through you.

You clenched your teeth in concentration, striving off your impending release. Aizens hips bounced off your ass with his rapid thrusting, slapping increasing in volume. Pleasure overwhelming, the need to let go was becoming unbearable . Tears pricked in your eyes "Please"  you almost sobbed the word.

"not yet" He told you, releasing your hair to grab one of your legs, pulling it up to rest your knee on the desk before joining his other hand bruising your hip. "Wait until I tell you"

You cried out at his frenzied thrusting, abusing your gspot with practiced accuracy. The new angle had him reaching impossibility deeper. Lewd wet noises penetrated through your desperate haze had you cringing . The sloppy sounds of your sex,evidence of the pleasure you were feeling. Aizens thrusts became erratic, loosing the rhythm in his gear attempt to ascend into bliss. 

"now, YN " he growled behind you, slamming into you with a final blow. Warmth filled you as he released, the thick substance coating your spasming walls, leaking out to drip down onto the polish desk. You screamed silently, mouth hanging open as euphoria washed over you. Endorphins rushed through your body, vision blurring momentarily as your spent pussy milked the last few drops from your captains softening cock. 

Your body went limp, death grip on the desk loosening as you laid boneless, shallowly panting. You groaned as Aizen pulled himself from you entirely, cold empty feeling replacing the full warmth, his ejaculate cooling uncomfortably on your thighs. You heard the movement around you, mind too foggy to place the sounds. 

The wooden roll of a desk draw opening had you blinking away the pull of sleep enticing you. Tenderly you tried to get your arms under you, peeling your sweat soaked skin off the polished wood. Aizen appeared in your vision, redressed in his uniform. He had his glasses back on his nose, hair messily about his face. The hardened look disappeared, replaced with the comforting kindness you had associated with the Captain

He tenderly stroked your hair, pushing the messed up strands over your ear "you did wonderfully, thank you for your assistance this evening, YN chan"  He straightened to his full height, looming over you for a moment before walking to the door, calling softly over his shoulder "get yourself home, YN. "

You watch dumbfounded as he left the office without a backwards glance. The silence in the room was deafening, cool chill became bitingly cold as the feeling of being utterly used swallowed you. You pushed yourself to stand on trembling legs, numbly gathering your clothes and redressing automatically. The difference in the captain was startling. As though two different men inhabited the same body, you struggled to wrap your mind around the contrast between them 

Just who was Sousuke Aizen? 

[laws-hat-headcanons]

Psstt as a Kid fan I gotta ask....how would he confess to his mechanics-obsessed crewmate/potential girlfriend? She loves to build and create all kinds of contraptions, sometimes there is an occasional kaboom, but it's all part of her ideas. Does he even dare to confess first? o:

Hi @metalheaduo

Thanks for the ask, I know I've written something for Kid in the past with a mechanic s/o so this was pretty fun! Hope you like it!

Kid confessing to a Mechanic love interest

. At first Kid thinks his feelings towards her are just professional appreciation - from one talented builder of metal death traps to another. 

. And he would continue to convince himself of that for a long time, even when he knows it’s probably more than that. 

. One of Kid’s favourite things to do is chill out in the workshop together, coming up with ideas that are each more crazy and outlandish than the next.

. He’s amazed at how she doesn’t shy away from a challenge, even when Kid puts forward an idea that is a technical nightmare, she’s drawing up schematics within minutes.

. Kid doesn’t know if it’s love, but it’s the closest thing to it that he’s ever felt.

. He’s not good at expressing himself. Knows that if he tries to tell her that she means something to him he’s going to fuck it up.

. And if she doesn’t feel the same, if she rejects him, he doesn’t want to lose the friendship they have. He doesn’t want to lose the late nights tinkering together or the shop talk over dinner.

. Kid doesn’t want to stop spending time with her.

. So he sits on his feelings for a while, trying to figure out if she likes him as more or if it’s just friendship and and a shared hobby to her.

. Is not very patient though so can’t hold back for very long.

.  Kid goes a little bit insane trying to think of a way to confess without feeling like an idiot - but he’s always been more of an actions guy than a words guy.

. Is set on confessing and is heading to the workshop when there is an almighty explosion on the Punk and his mind just goes blank.

. Is literally bouncing off walls as he sprints full tilt through the ship to get there and make sure she is okay. 

. When he arrives as the workshop there is smoke billowing out of the door and he can see the flickering of flames inside but she’s standing outside, hands on her knees as she inhales deep lungfuls of air.

. “What the fuck happened?” Kid demands, striding over and taking her by the shoulders, standing her straight so he can quickly check her over to make sure she’s okay. 

. “I was - I was just… shit that scared me!” She shudders and Kid scoffs, shaking his head in exasperation as he places a hand on the back of her neck and pulled her against him.

. “Yeah? Well stop doing stupid shit without me.” He orders, feeling warm spread through his body as she wraps her arms around him, burying her face in his chest. He swallows, nervous all of a sudden. “I- I can’t lose you. Got it?”

[frankenjoly]

"Can I borrow a kiss? I promise I'll give it back." + siglai? 👀

“So. Can I borrow a kiss?” Nikolai asked, placing his hands over Sigma’s desk and leaning in so they would be closer. “Promise I’ll give it back.”

And Sigma may be first replying by raising their eyebrows… but there was no fooling anyone anyway, not when he had also started blushing furiously due to both Nikolai’s approach and his words. Plus, what came out from their lips shortly after was by no means a negative.

“I–” A ‘haven’t even kissed many people before’ hung in the air, unsaid. To be fair, Nikolai probably suspected it already, given Sigma’s behavior and background.

“Can I, then?” Nikolai blinked cutely, staring right at him in expectation.

With previous examples about different pleas as evidence, Sigma was already more than aware of how there was no resisting such an expression. Which meant that, when they finally lost whatever was holding him back (not nervousness, nervousness hadn’t left completely) and nodded in affirmation, he was anything but surprised.

Like a moth to a flame, some may say. Though, they liked to think more about two magnets pulling each other closer and closer.

“Nice! Here we go.” One of Nikolai’s hands stayed where it was for balance, while the other quickly moved up to cup Sigma’s cheek very softly. And not so long before that, their lips were pressed together.

The kiss started out as soft as sweet as Nikolai’s first touch had been, getting bolder and more intense as time went on, and Sigma instantly melted into it. Both his hands moved to grip at the lapels of Nikolai’s vest as they led him lead, and stayed there when they both separated a little in search of air.

“Another? I promised I’d give it back, after all.” Nikolai said right then, causing the smile which had started drawing on Sigma’s face to grow wider immediately.

“Yes.”

(Also on ao3.)

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drown me in your love

The last time Tango and Scott were the last "peaceful" colors on the server, it was Scott who died first. Now, the tables have turned and Tango died first. Which meant he was red, and his emotions amplified tenfold… Including his love for Scott. Yet, Tango didn't expect to be able to satisfy his bloodlust and passion in one fell swoop. But this game was known for being unpredictable.

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(inspired by this artwork)

TangoTek fell from a high place.

Now, the first thing Tango should've said when respawning was "damn it Martyn!" Or "I need to get some time back."

Instead it was "Where's Scott? I need him!" in response to opening his communicator and seeing that Scott was the last yellow.

It could've been up to interpretation, but Tango already knew it didn't mean "I need to kill him" or "I need his time."

Tango needed to hold Scott in his arms, to kiss him until he was gasping for air once they pulled away, but quickly going in for more. Maybe it was possible for Tango to bring Scott down to red by suffocating him with his kiss. It'd probably kill Tango as well but that would be quite the way to go, drowning in the kisses of the person you loved.

He needed to gently rub his thumb along Scott's cheeks to feel his scales, and feel the aquatic man shudder at the touch.

Tango didn't realize how far his thoughts were spiraling until he saw patches of grass that were scorched by his fiery tail.

Oh.

Oh dear.

In the words of Scott Smajor himself, "oh Jesus."

Being red meant that all emotions and thoughts were intensified, making it difficult for some players to think straight. Of course, being a red life didn't affect everyone the same way. Some people were completely consumed by their bloodlust (such as Joel and Pearl); other people were able to weaponize their bloodlust, wielding it like it was a sword (this also applies to Joel and Pearl).

Tango and his bloodlust just co-existed. He didn't need a kill to be satisfied, and really only acted when he wanted to. It didn't mean he was immune to the intense emotions that came with being a red life. And of course, because the universe definitely wants to see him make a fool out of himself, that included his love for Scott

The fact that Tango and Scott loved each other wasn't a secret. After all, pretty much half the server walked in on them making out before turning yellow (Scott blamed Grian for that). Jimmy was very happy to hear that his ex-husband and his ex-soulmate were hitting it off and even messaged Tango during the short-lived Yellow Peace and asked "isn't Scott a great kisser?" (Tango almost burnt down a forest while figuring out how to respond while still appearing sane).

Tango inhaled sharply, staring down at his communicator. Scott seemed to be hanging with team T.I.E.S and Martyn, probably since they were on okay terms with each other. But that meant Scott wouldn't be alone, especially if Martyn is trying to protect him.

Tango knew for a fact that he could never beat Martyn in a fight. PVP was not his specialty.

He opened the chat in his communicator to send Scott a text. But where could they meet up? Wherever they met, it couldn't be anywhere around Skynet, should the bad boys feel extra bad and drop more TNT minecarts. The T.I.E.S base was their safest bet; it seems that the other members were busy, so Tango and Scott would be alone together.

The smell of smoke snapped Tango out of his thoughts. His tail dragged along the grass, leaving a scorched trail behind him. He yelped and stomped on the flames, scolding his tail for having a mind of its own. "Calm down, Tango. It's literally just Scott... And he's going to be hunted down by the entire server for his time." Tango chuckled to himself. "Guess I'm not the only one who wants Scott..." He bit down on his lip, a wave of heat creeping up his neck and blooming on his cheeks and ears. "... This man is going to be the death of me."

"Not unless I kill you first, Tango!" A sing-song voice called from behind him, followed by a bang! from a firework.

"Scar- Scar, don't!" Tango shouted, pulling out his bow to fire back. "I had nothing to do with it!"

"You're a part of T.I.E.S, you must die," Scar responded smugly. He looked up to Bdubs and Cleo, who were standing on top of a mountain. "Get him!"

"NOPE!" Tango rushed through the dark forest, with the Clockers' arrows beating down on him like hail. He had just turned red, couldn't he get at least a few minutes of peace? "Nope-nope-nope, WHERE IS MY TEAM?!"

He pulled out a piece of bread to eat it, turning around to make sure Scar wasn't on his tail.

That was simultaneously a bad and good idea.

An arrow hit him right in the chest, causing him to wince and stumble backwards, falling into someone.

Now, who could he possibly fall into?

Definitely not the cyan-haired Scottish fish hybrid currently being hunted down by the rest of the server. Definitely not Scott Smajor, the person that Tango found himself falling head over heels for. Definitely not the person that Tango was raving about not even a few minutes ago.

Fate was such a funny thing.

Tango's breath hitched as he stared down at Scott. His scales were more prominent on his skin, cyan fins replaced his ears, and there was a tail swaying on his side. Thankfully, Tango didn't have Scott laying directly on his tail. Scott smirked a bit, his cheeks a soft shade of pink. "Hey, Tango. Nice to see you dropping in."

"Hey- That's my line!" Tango did his best to ignore the cracks in his voice as he smiled down at Scott. They were so close, it was driving Tango insane. Scott could probably hear his heart thumping against his ribcage.

"Do you need help with anything?" Scott asked, pointing to the arrow in Tango's chest. "I thought I heard you screaming 'no' earlier."

"Ah, yeah. The Clockers are trying to find me, but..." He leaned in a little closer to Scott, tail swaying in the air. "I don't really care that much. 'Cause they led me into you."

Scott raised a brow. "It sounds like you missed me."

"I might've."

"More like you missed my lips, with how much you're staring at them."

"Ah, I... Might have?"

Scott chuckled, the sound music to Tango's ears. "If you really wanted to kiss me..." He brushed his fingers along the nape of Tango's neck, causing him to shiver. "You could've just asked."

"I was hoping we could be alone..." Tango's thumb brushed against Scott's lower lip. "But at the same time, pretty much everyone knows about us. And half the server walked in on us last time—"

"Just shut up and kiss me before the other half of the server walks in on us—"

Tango quickly obeyed, swallowing the rest of Scott's words for himself. This kiss felt much more passionate and heated than the previous ones, thanks to Tango's additional (blood)lust. The blazeborn refused to waver in his advances, his hands all over Scott's face. One moment, they were caressing his cheeks and thumbing his scales, the next they were tangled in the coral and seaweed in his hair.

For a nanosecond, Tango parted his lips in a smile before he began softly nibbling on Scott's lower lip. Scott's breath hitched, as he wrapped his arms around Tango's neck to pull him closer. The taste of Scott's lips was still so delectable, still so addicting. At this point, Tango was going to swallow Scott whole.

However, he felt Scott flinch and shudder underneath him as if he were taking damage. If this were Double Life, Tango would've assumed that Scott's soulmate got into an accident. But it was just them now and there was no explanation, unless Tango was accidentally hurting Scott.

Tango pulled away from a reluctant Scott who whined insistently and tried pulling the blazeborn in for another round. He took one of the fish hybrid's hands, inspecting it for burns or cuts. "Tango..." Scott rasped, still struggling to catch his breath.

"Sorry," Tango murmured. "I thought I was hurting you. It seemed like you were taking damage."

"No- No, you weren't"—Scott took several deep breaths— "you weren't hurting me." His fingers were entangled in Tango's golden hair, chest rising and falling as he recollected himself. Tango watched him, waiting for Scott to recover before diving in for more. The last thing Tango wanted to do was kill him—

Wait.

Was that what he was taking damage to?!

Oh.

Oh.

In all honesty, the thought had crossed Tango's mind in the form of a joke. He did not think dying from asphyxiation via making out was possible but a lot of things didn't make sense in this game.

He snapped out of his thoughts, at the feeling of Scott lightly tugging at his hair. Tango chuckled seductively. "And I thought I was impatient... But you do realize, I could probably kill you and bring you down to red if I keep kissing you, right?"

Scott nodded eagerly, eyes half-lidded but full of desire. "I know. And, well, if I'm going to turn red... I'd rather die at your hands. Or, your lips."

"That's making me wonder, what the death message is going to look like..."

"Only one way to find out," Scott whispered as he pulled the blazeborn down into another kiss. Their lips were permanently locked this time, with the only key being Scott's death. It was a good thing that drowning didn't take too long so they had some time before Scott disappeared.

The fish hybrid whimpered as Tango slipped his tongue into the kiss, starting to shudder underneath. Scott gripped Tango's hair more rougher, as if trying to take him down as well. Tango wasn't affected by the drowning—either because he had a larger lung capacity or Scott had a smaller one (now that he was a fish hybrid). Tango cupped Scott’s scaled face with one hand, and his hip with the other, making comforting circles to lightly massage them. Tango relished in the muffled line that escaped Scott’s lips, though it was slightly strained from the lack of oxygen.

Eventually, Tango face-plummeted into the grass once Scott disappeared. His communicator buzzed a couple times in his pocket and he pulled it out, biting down on his lip. How was he already missing Scott's lips? He stifled a smirk upon reading the chat.

Smajor1995 drowned whilst kissing TangoTek  <Skizzleman> HAHAHA  <Bigbst4tz2> thats one way to go to red lol  <SmallishBeans> way to go tango!  <Inthelittlewood> of course its tango who brings scott to red  <Grian> YESSSSSS  <Grian> I WAS HOPING SOMEONE WOULD DIE LIKE THAT  <Grian> this is legendary  <Ethoslab> thats the best death of the season  <ZombieCleo> me killing etho several times in one session is a close second  <Ethoslab> thanks gem  <Ethoslab> i mean cleo  <SolidarityGaming> when can i be next  <SmallishBeans> tim please you're already low

Yup. That was the best death of the season. If not for the death game setting, Tango would definitely do it a thousand times over. And he had a feeling that Scott wouldn't be upset with it either.

Tango pulled out his clock to find that he had gained 30 minutes and was now yellow again. Which meant the target was slapped on his back again.

Then again, Jimmy did say he wanted to be next. And he was already low, so why not kill two birds (or a blaze and a canary) with one stone?

<TangoTek> jimmy <TangoTek> want an extra 30 minutes?

[rozetheeuwu]

Flowers can bloom any season, day or night.

Edit: Finally posted it on Ao3

Summary: Miles defeats Sirius in Belrose mansion, but hears Laura screaming upstairs. What will he do?

Characters: Miles Moore (OC), Laura Belrose, Saphira Belrose, Sigmund Connal, Sirius (Paul Clark)

Notes:

Miles's pokemon are all pink colored, so the pokemon he has are already pink or the shinies are pink.

His mons nicknames for this section: Siren (Primarina), Blossom (Lilligant), Flowercrown (Comfey), King (Pyroar), Prince (Lopunny), Mouse (Alolan-Raichu)

Not beta read.

Wordcount: 2821

“Energy Ball!” 

Chandelure’s purple flames shone brightly as it fired a ball of energy at Miles’s Primarina.

“Siren!” Miles shouted out in worry, but his Primarina took the hit and shook off the damage. His shiny pink hue was dirtied by the damage he received, but he still stood strong “Pri!”

Miles sighed in relief before commending one final attack “Hyper Voice! Let’s finish this!” Siren let out a deafening sound of waves, his ability turning it into water type.

The attack knocked out the Chandelure in one go, taking out the Meteor Admin’s last Pokemon.

“Blasted…” Sirius muttered under his breath before returning his pokemon “So you still have fight in you.”

Siren stood next to Miles as he glared down at Sirius, however both of their eyes widened when they heard a scream from upstairs. Everyone in the room turned to look at the hallway that led upstairs “Laura?!” Miles shouted, but he got no reply.

“Oh?” Sirius said “After an ocean of ill-tidings, fortune smiles on me after all.” He turned to look at Miles again with a smug smile “It sounds like someone upstairs has been hurt.”

Miles continued to look at the hallway with a nervous and worried expression, Sirius continued "So, will you rush upstairs to help her, and let me do as I please?” a small pause before he continued “Or will you abandon your friend to keep me fast in place.”

A choice, a painfully difficult choice. Miles looked down at the floor.

Something bad happened to Laura and the twins are left defenseless, but he can’t possibly leave Charlotte and Shelly alone. Even if Sirius and the orderlies have been defeated, those two kids would easily be overpowered by three adults.

He clenched his fist, his eyes closed shut, Siren frowning as he held his trainer’s hand. He couldn’t save them all, someone had to be there to help him-

“Y-you!”

“Me.”

Miles' eyes opened and he looked up, Saphira had appeared. 

Suddenly his thoughts got back in order and his body moved, he ran towards the staircase “Siren, stay here and help Saphira if needed!” “Pri!” Siren got into position, He probably should have given Saphira some kind of warning, but he didn’t have the time.

When he reached the top he saw Laura paralyzed on the floor. “Laura!” His voice was filled with worry, he kneeled down and grabbed her gently, he sent out his Comfey “Com?” 

“Flowercrown, help her!” The pokemon nodded and started to use Floral Healing. “M-Miles, he attacked me before I could do anything… The twins… Q-quickly.” Laura muttered, still in pain. Miles nodded and gently put her down before running to the end of the hall.

“Stop!” He shouted. There Sigmund was, his Electivire next to him, ready to enter the last room. He frowned “You… I had hoped they would’ve been able to stall you longer. I almost had them.”

Miles glared at him “Step aside from there, Sigmund. You’re not welcome here.” Sigmund raised an eyebrow “And what authority do you think you have over me?” he asked, his voice calm and cold.

Miles kept his composure as best as possible “You broke into this house and attacked one of the residents living here. You have no authority here.” Sigmund crossed his arms “I have authority over the children you kidnapped and took here.” Miles huffed “You have no proof of them being here.”

Sigmund stepped closer “Charlotte her sisters live here, you’re here. I believe it’s very likely that the children you took are here.” 

"Likely, which means you don’t know for sure.” Miles argued back.

Sigmund stared Miles directly in his eyes without saying another word. Miles doesn’t realize he’s holding his breath.

“...” Sigmund stayed quiet, he then turned to the door to open it up. “Stop!” Yelled Miles, he reached for his pokeballs “Or I’ll use force.” He didn’t want to. He doesn’t like using force, he doesn’t like violence. 

…But these kids had to be protected from Sigmund. The doctor stopped for a second before opening the door, he made eye contact with the twins. Both of their eyes widened.

Miles grabbed his Lilligant’s pokeball and sent her out, the pokemon remembered the doctor from their previous encounter and got into battle position. “Last chance.” he threatened “I’ve defeated you before, I’ll do it again.” Sigmund turned back to look at him, he stared for a moment before smiling and turning back fully to Miles. Miles' confidence dropped as Sigmund approached. “If I recall you faced the orderlies downstairs, and I believe I heard Sirius’s voice not soon after as well.” Miles took one step back as Sigmund took one step forwards. “It’s true that you have defeated me before, but I believe your pokemon are in no condition to fight me.” His gaze lingered towards the end of the hall.

“I knew I couldn’t defeat Laura so I made sure she would be unable to battle me, my team is healthy.” Miles backed up against the wall “So tell me, Miles. How are you able to defeat me in your current state?” He’s right. Although none of Miles’s pokemon fainted against Sirius, King, Mouse and Prince were still very injured. Siren is downstairs, Comfey was treating Laura. Blossom was the only one who did not have to go out to fight before and was at full strength, but she couldn’t possibly take Sigmund’s team up alone.

He couldn’t protect these kids.

…How could he protect his own siblings if he can’t even do that?

Miles looked down defeated, Sigmund huffed “As I thought.” he turned back towards the room “You can’t face me, now if you’ll-” “H-he won’t have to face you alone.” Both of the men turned towards the other end of the hall and saw Laura approaching. Flower Crown held onto her, keeping her steady as it still used Flower Healing, next to Laura was her own Lilligant.

Sigmund let out an annoyed sigh and Miles looked worried “Laura, are you alright?”

Laura smiled at Miles “Y-yeah… I’ll be fine.” her movements were a little slow but she stood next to Sigmund. “I’ll ask you again doctor, please leave my house.”

Miles had regained his confidence, even if his pokemon were weakened he knew Laura would easily be able to back him up. Sigmund looked at the pink-haired duo before taking a step back from the room. “...I can tell when a battle has been lost.” he sounded bitter. He started to walk past them, his Electivire following him “...Lizzy… Lizzy what do I do…?”

Miles and Laura looked at each other with some confusion. 

“Is everyone okay?” Anna walked out of the room, followed by her brother “Anna, I told you to stay hidden until we knew they were gone!”

Sigmund stopped in his tracks as the twins walked out of the room “Electivire, 150 volts on Noel and Anna.”

The twins looked in horror as the Electrivire approached them quickly and shot an electric shock their way. “No!” Miles jumped in front of them and got hit with it, he fell forwards onto the floor.

“Miles!” Laura exclaimed, her eyes widened in fear. Miles’s Comfey and Lilligant tried to rush to help their trainer. “Grab him.” The Electrivire grabbed Miles by his ponytail and dragged him away. Blossom and Flowercrown growled “L-let him go!” Laura demanded, her Lilligant rushed forward as well, Sigmund looked at them and spoke up “Don’t try anything now, you don’t want to accidentally hurt your friend in the process do you?” The Electrive held up the unconscious trainer in front of it. 

Everyone froze, Miles’s pokemon were growling still but they didn’t want to risk their training getting caught in the crossfire. Sigmund stared at Miles “You’re not who I wantedLizzy what do I do with him… You’re right… You’re right.” Sigmund looked back at the three trainers in front of him “I know I can’t take you children back with me right now, but I’ll take this one with us so that next time there will be one less obstacle in the way.”

“Hey you can’t take him!” Anna shouted, Noel just stood next silently to her and held her hand to comfort her.

Sigmund turned around and started to walk away to the nearest window to escape out of.

Downstairs, Sirius’s transceiver went off.

“You… Captured Miles? Very well, it’s better than leaving empty handed.”

Siren let out a panicked cry, Saphira looked confused “Miles?” Sirius glared at her “That’s my cue to leave, I’ll look forward to NOT seeing you again.”

With that Sirius and the orderlies retreated, Saphira waited for them to be gone “Sigmund…” No, not now. She had to check on her siblings “Charlotte, Laura?! "Where are you?!”

Charlotte called out to her “Saphira! We’re in the kitchen, is the coast clear?” Saphira wanted to run over to the kitchen before she heard Laura call out “Saphira!” She turned around and saw Laura tumbling off the hallway, the twins and Miles’s pokemon behind her. She limped over to her sister.

Siren rushed over to his teammates who explained what happened to him. The three pokemon slumped down sadly, unsure what to do.

“Saphira…” Saphira grabbed her younger sister “What happened to you?” She asked, “T-The doctor didn’t even try to fight… He just straight up attacked me, but that’s not- Miles he-” Laura started to tear up, Saphira gently grabbed her face and wiped the tears away. “They took Miles, I know.”

Saphira hugged her younger sister as she started to silently cry. Charlotte and Shelly ran out of the kitchen, Charlotte upon seeing her sister cry walked over and put a hand on Laura’s back in a comforting manner.

“T-The doctor he attempted to shock the- The twins, but Miles jumped in front of them and then he- I-I was supposed to protect the twins, but because I couldn’t Miles- Miles he-”

Saphira held Laura close “It’s okay… It’s okay… I’ll get him back.”

The two pulled away from each other, Laura wiped away her own tears this time “I-I’ll come along.” She said, Charlotte put her hand on Laura’s shoulder “Me too, Miles saved me once so I think it’s time to return the favor.”

“No, you two are staying back. Laura got hurt already and I’m not letting you get hurt as well Charlotte.” Charlotte crossed her arms and huffed “Ugh, fine. Kick their asses for me.”

Saphira smiled at her “Of course, first I have to figure out where they went.” 

“They might not be too far from here.” Laura said “A little while ago a group of similarly dressed men began constructing all that machinery in Tanzan Mountain.” She explained, her older sister nodded, “Good, then I’ll go there, rip their faces off, take back Miles and tear their base down.” Saphira started to walk towards the door “Stay here everyone.” Laura and the kids stayed put, but Miles’s pokemon followed her immediately. 

Laura frowned, she wished she could go to help Miles. The conversation she had with him before he left to Spinel Town played in her head again.

“I wish I was more like my sister. When she was 18 she acted much more like an adult than I do now.” Laura said as she poured Miles some tea before he left. “Really? I think you act quite mature for your age.” He said with a comforting smile “Thanks for the tea!” Laura smiled back “You’re welcome!” She poured her own tea before continuing “...Thank you saying that, by the way… I try my hardest. I just feel like I should be more mature than I am right now.”

Miles let out a soft laugh “Laura turned 18 only recently. You may technically be an adult, but you’re still a teenager.” Laura looked at him, appreciation written all over her face. As they drank their tea Laura remembered the first time they met in Obsidia park “Miles,I believe when we first met you mentioned that you are the guardians of your own siblings. May I ask you about them?” Miles looked surprised for a second before nodding “Sure, go ahead.”

“...How involved are you in their lives?” she asked, “With my two youngest siblings I’m very close. One is a toddler and the other… Well he doesn’t have any friends so I’m the only one he’s got. I was hoping moving somewhere else would help him make some more friends. Then there’s… Rose.” Miles smiled sadly as he looked at his tea 

Laura leaned closer, curious after the sudden shift in tone “Are you two… Not close?” Miles sighed “We used to be close, but… Well she’s a teenager and I guess they always are looking to be independent but recently she’s been pushing me away a lot.” His sad smile turned into a frown. “At first I thought I was just being overprotective and gave her some more space until one day she yelled that I shouldn’t have to be the one to look after her, that it’s not fair to me or her or our two brothers.” Miles continued “Our parents were all messes, different moms and dads, some of them are alive but can’t or won’t take care of us… So I chose too be the parent in my sibling their lives..”

Laura looked at him before looking down at the reflection in her drink “I see…” She took another sip from her tea. “I think I understand how your sister feels.”

Miles looked at her “Yeah?”  Laura nodded “Saphira has always looked out for us in the orphanage, but it was at the extent of her own well being. Sure she wasn’t allowed to take us with her, but she’s made multiple attempts. I want to look after her the same way she has looked after Charlotte and I…” She clutched her cup a bit tighter. “Everytime I ask if she needs help or wants to talk about anything that bothers her she tells me not to worry about her and to just let her take care of me.”

Laura let out a defeated sigh “Even though I’m an adult now she still tries to act like my mother. I don’t want her to be my mother, I want her to be my sister.” tears welled up in her eyes “I try my best… I do the cooking, cleaning, groceries so she doesn’t have to, but… I just wish I could be there for her.”

Miles stared at her silently before extending his hand to her “Hey, Laura.” She looked down at his hand and then at him. She put her hand in his, he put his other hand over hers and held it tightly 

“Laura, you being here with her right now is already helping her so much. The fact that one of her sisters is now safe and with her again must have already lifted so much worry and stress from her shoulders.”

Laura slowly smiled again “Thank you, Miles.”

“...” Laura’s frown turned into a determined look “Saphira, wait! I’m coming with you!” Her older sister was halfway through the door but stopped and turned around. “I already told you, no. You were hurt once, I’m not gonna let it happen again.” Laura ran up to her “And I’m telling you that this is what I want!” 

Saphira frowned “Laura please.” Laura still looked determined “Miles is the first friend I made since leaving the orphanage. Although I haven’t known him for long, he means a lot to me and I want to help him!” 

Saphira put her hand on her younger sister’s shoulder “Look, I get that. He’s your friend and he saved Charlotte, so I want to help him out, but I don’t want to see you hurt anymore.” Laura put her own hadn over her sister’s “I don’t want to see you hurt either.”

Saphira sighed “You don’t have to worry about me.” Laura removed her sister’s hand “Yet I do. Saphira, I’m an adult now. I can make my own decisions, and I’m choosing to come help you out and save my friend.” Saphira looked her sister in the eyes, the determination she hadn't seen from her sister before, yet the loving and caring nature of Laura was written all over her little sister’s face. Saphira smiled as she felt a sense of pride.

“Very well.” The older sister said “But if things get too dangerous you’re leaving, got it?” Laura smiled at her “Deal!” Laura turned to her younger sister and the other kids “We’ll be back soon!”

As they closed the door behind them Miles’s Comfey wrapped itself around Laura’s neck and his Lilligant grabbed her hand, Siren stood next to Saphira. She giggled “Alright you three, we’re gonna save Miles!”

Saphira grabbed her other hand and they went off to save Miles.

[wilcze-kudly]

Hi!(Sorry if I ask too many questions, I just have a ton of ideas and no one to discuss them with)

What if Bolin became a villain in Korra season 4?

He has a desire, motives and a personal reason:To help the Earth KingdomHe would start off well, but gradually he would be swallowed by paranoia, a constant desire to control everything (So that everyone would be well) and to keep people safe.

Because of what the Queen did to his family, he does not give power to Prince Wu and therefore creates the "Earth Empire"

And also the scene "Azula in the mirror" could fit into the villain Bolin.

In the mirror he sees his father (Metaphor of Bolin's innocence and kindness) and Bolin saying "Even you will think I'm a monster"

After Su and the twins tried to kill him.

And when San says "No, you're my son Bolin, a little boy"And Bolin in anger, throws an object (associated with fire, personifying the fact that because of the robber firebender, he lost his childhood and parents)

After all, for him to be a "little boy" means to be weak and naive (from season 1 to season 3)

Bonus:

The scene of Azula's nervous breakdown at the end of the series, when she literally has blue flames coming out of her mouth.

Although Bolin did not experience what Azula experienced.

Due to accumulated stress, paranoia and fear, he literally begins to vomit lava from his mouth (Fire + earth: Fire as hatred and anger, earth as stubbornness)

Oh hun you have no idea how in love I am with the concept of Bolin going villain mode. Of course, I think all of the Krew members would make interesting villains, but Bolin especially. Like Mako and Asami have got very good reason to go dark and also would be very interesting and fun villains.

But Bolin is just so... compelling. First off, he's got the tragic backstory, and he's been manipulated and used multiple times and abused at least once, he's probably struggling to find his place in life... all of which are excellent reasons for him to fall off the deep end.

Him playing a more villainous role would be very interesting too because it would be such a heel turn from his sweet bubbly self. I think he'd maintain those traits, but seeing them from the perspective of an opponent would be eerie. Especially that a lot of Bolin's previously comedic quirks, like his expressiveness and his desperation to comnect with people could easily be tweaked into genuinely tragic and disturbing. Just a few tweaks in animation, music and atmosphere could change the scenes of him being awkward and clingy from comedic moments into something much more.

Oh and combatwise he's also fucking terryfying.

Like bendingwise, Bolin is a fucking beast? He's extrenely agile and fast but he still packs a punch, which is especiallg impressive since he's probably mostly self taught. He picks up lavabending incredibly quickly, and it makes him one of the scariest benders in the franchise in my opinion because lavabending is absolutely terrifying. Like it's so op that Bolin was actively nerfed in the comics and made to only use the fucking lava disk.

I imagine the AU you're proposing would have Bolin going along a similar path he did in canon. But where in canon we had Kuvira essentially gaslighting him the whole time (fitting into the pattern set by Shady Shin, Eska, Varrick and Kai of Bolin getting manipulated and used by others for his good intentions), in this AU we would see Bolin gaslighting himself. Which he probably is capable of because I think he does a lot of in order to convince himself that things are fine, that he isn't upset with someone who wronged him, etc. And he does already gaslight himself into believing the Earth Empire is correct in canon.

I actually think Bolin would make a decent dictator?

He's rather charismatic and he knows how to influence massess. I also think he can be decently manipultive at times? I don't think he does it conciously, I'd say it could be a response trained by being in the streets. He learnt that acting a certain way, and saying the right words make people nice and more likely to help him survive or not hurt him and its a survival strategy that followed him out of the streets.

It would also honestly be fun to see him come into his own and genuinely put his foot down. Bolin can be a bit... spineless at times, his stubborn side coming out more with people he's comfortable with.

So seeing him actively giving orders, arguing with political opponents, standing up against Korra and presumably his previous friends and Mako would be a huge evolution for his character. Whether that be evolving for better or for worse, we'll see.

[Everytime I watch Bolin slap Varrick it's free seratonin]

If Bolin had a villain arc, you could actually make some nice parallels between him and Azula, just as you said.

They're both very charismatic people who can manage a crowd, but struggle and become awkward in more intimate settings.

They're both prodigal benders who have mastered an incredibly lethal form of their bending. And yet despite these achievements, they still struggle to find their place in the world, nothing seems to fit. [Because the writers do not love them]

The concept of Bolin having hallucinations of San is interesting, though it would mean that his mental health had deteriorated severely, which is sad.

Though since Bolin looks so much like San it wouldn't be a big stretch for him to look into the mirror and see his late father.

I don't know exactly how Bolin would be able to vomit lava, unless he somehow ingested dirt...? But it is a cool visual and I can see his breakdown incorporating the earth around him cracking into lava.

I think Bolin struggling with his innocence and being perceived as childish is a very good theme, and I am sad that it wasn't explored more. And having Bolin come to resent it and go villain mode is certainly a way to do it . It's a theme I wanna get into more in my own fics lol.

Also the impilcations this AU would have for weilin are... problematic but also wonderful. I feel like Wei would just be trying to murder him all the time tho. Mm kinky lol.