#//can't believe this... i'm a buffoon... a fool

[pookie-draws]

NEVER POSTED EPHYRA REF. criminal of me

[astrid-nomically-steddie]

Part 2 of My Steddie mean girls au

Part 1

Steve feels like an asshole.

He really didn't mean to do this. What was the point really? To be popular? How stupid is he. He ruined his only chance at real friends. And for what? To mess with Carol? Yeah sure she's a bitch but why does that matter? And Tommy? Yeah he doesn't even really want him. Steve just wanted to get back at Carol.

God he's pathetic.

And Eddie. Jesus fucking christ. Eddie. He's been so nice and sweet to Steve and he just basically threw it all away. He took a bit fat dump on their friendship and a chance at something more for nothing. And Robin, she was so kind to him too. He shakes his head. He needs to fix this now.

Steve gets up, wipes his face and takes the canvas with him. He doesn't even glance at the painting knowing if he did he would stare at it for hours. As soon as Steve is 10 feet from his house he can feel the music pumping through his feet. Shit. The party, he thinks. He sighs as he walks closer to the door.

When he walks in the music screams in his ears. God I'm going to get a massive headache after this. One of the basketball players comes up to him, Steve thinks his name is Jake? Jason?, something with a J.

"Hey Steve. Had a good time with Hagan, huh." He said sluggishly.

"Umm, yeah I guess." Steve replied wanting to get away from him.

"You guess? Tommy told me you loved it."Jason? said.

"Loved what?" He was so confused they only ever kisse-.

Oh. My. God. Did Tommy tell people they fucked?

"Ummm, you guys did fuck. Right?" The guy - Jake? No Jason definitely Jason - said.

"No?! What are you talking about? We barley even made out!" Steve replied slightly frantic and a little angry at Tommy for lying.

"OK, jeez. Just asking! That's just what I heard. Don't shoot the messenger and all that shit." Jason mumbled as he began to walk away.

Steve stood there in shock and anger. He couldn't believe this. He needs to think but he can't because of this stupid fucking party. That's it he can't take it anymore. Steve power walks to where he knows the radio is and full on unplugs it. He gets on top of his fireplace and screams at the, now confused, party-goers.

"That's it! Party's over, guys! Go home!" He yells over all the protests. He sees Tommy and his friends stare at him with annoyed looks. Steve watches as Tommy tells his friends something and goes to walk towards where Steve is. "Dude, what the fuck?!" He says.

"What?" Steve replies slightly confused but with left-over irritation spilling from his voice. "What do you mean, what? You stopped the music and told everyone to go home!" Tommy argued but Steve thought it was pointless because he was, So. Fucking. Done. "And?! It's my house and my party. I can do what I want." Steve huffed, "Now, get the fuck out of my house, Tommy!" He practically yells at him.

Tommy just stands there in shock not knowing what to do. "Well?! What are you waiting for? Leave!" Steve yells this time. Not just at Tommy, but instead at everyone who stayed standing there like complete idiots. They all scramble to get their stuff and rush out the door. Tommy shakes his head and starts to walk away. Before he leaves he tells Steve, "You are not as cool as I thought you were." Then he walks away with all his friends. They keep looking back at him and giving him looks.

Steve feels like a total fool. Who was he to think that Tommy was an actual good person? God he's a complete buffoon. As time went on and the last people trickled out he began to clean. After around 5 minutes later he felt a tap on his shoulder. He quickly turned around.

The face he saw was definitely not one he'd thought it would be.

[ika-tko]

maaaaan i feel really bad for the people following me on twitter because of that cherche drawing thinking i'm gonna draw more fe stuff. fools, buffoons. can't believe they'd look at my older work and make that sort of assumption

[ranpo-chan]

𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤

(By: Ranpo-chan)

𝙳𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔, 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚛𝚢,

𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎.

𝙳𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚛𝚞𝚗, 𝚑𝚞𝚗.

𝙳𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚎...

𝙱𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎.

𝚂𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚞𝚙 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍,

𝙸𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜 𝙸 𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞,

𝙼𝚢 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚍,

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢'𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢, 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍...

𝚁𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝙸'𝚖 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜,

𝚂𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞,

𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚝,

𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞,

𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞,

𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜,

𝙿𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚔 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞?

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚝,

𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞.

𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞...

Chapter 0: Sumimasen usually, but in good Doujinshi, Netorare.

{Nene}

"I-"

Looks like I'm on time... The best timing is the at the climax, always.

With a bang, the door bursts open, the wood splintering from my scorching (literally) red sole. The bride, her vows unfinished, stares at me with satisfaction, and maybe even the rare sight of hope. The wedding guests on the other hand stare at me, in confusion, and with blabbering mouths. Oh well. Talk about strutting in with a bang.

"So..."

With ignorant cuckoos still yapping amongst themselves, I prepare myself for my little 'girlboss speech'. The fiery burgundy eyes of the bride give me inspiration, and maybe just a little too much of it. But, I'll make this short... However, emotionally scarring. Just as Val wants me to do.

"...What a shame she didn't finish those vows, Lord Jester." I snicker, bowing my head, concealing my eyes, yet a smug aura emitting from merely my grin. Well, I believe that is what I am doing.

"If she did, I didn't have to..."

With swift movements, I pull out the accursed engagement contract...

"...do this."

...And without effort, I set it on fire, the molding mystical blood bond sizzling as it reduces to embers.

All eyes are on me, mingling with cries of awe, cheers of triumph, and gasps of surprise. I would have kept humble yet I do not hold back a smirk. Who would not be impressed when the engagement contract is supposed to be indestructible? The impossible made possible, by me, a hotshot; truly something worth dedicating your attention to.

"You little-" The groom growls, though he gets cut off by me before he can call me whatever Snezhnayan or Khaenri'ahn slur is for a wedding crasher. If there is one.

"Netorare."

"I beg your pardon?"

"Netorare!"

"Quit the gibberish-"

"Let's play a game, shall we?"

I twirl around, explicitly showcasing that I wish everyone to participate in my little act of making a fool out of the Jester himself... And also to show off my bold attire. Can't say no to a few blushing faces at the sight of my perfect figure-

"Tell me, what does the Inazuman term, Netorare mean?"

I twirl once more, hunting for a courageous enough of a fellow to win the million mora question...

"Hah? Hah?!"

How unfortunate. The entirety of Snezhnayan high society either have the brains of an infant, or they're ALL cowards. Or perhaps the cold of Pierro's stare upon me is causing them to shiver in their seat. I have to give it to him for having such an impactful death stare whilst looking oh so composed and nonchalant. I sigh, crossing my arms, looking positively devastated, before smirking in a blink of an eye like I just didn't seem as if someone denied me the right to even live.

"...Buffoons. It means cuckold!"

I groan, before digging through my non-existent pockets... And even if non-existent, a whirlwind of photos fly into the air... Photos of Val and a certain teal-haired shark boy... Making out.

And, even before a second could tick away from the clock, said shark boy jolts upward, rushes towards Val, and of course, gives her a salivating tongue-to-tongue kiss. Wow. Just like a telenovela.

And like your average wedding crashing, the two lovebirds run off, looking the happiest I've ever seen them; Val, finally smiling for the first time ever since she commissioned me to escape this dreaded marriage. And Rika looking genuinely euphoric unlike the deadpan mad scientist I fell for.

Oh. That's right. I did like him... Oh well. Whatever makes him happy... He's too unhinged like his father anyways. Besides... There's always the ladies~

Ah, the urge to now proceed to physical humiliation has never burned so brightly in my heart.

Before I can even enact my urge to step on Pierro, out of spite of course, he grasps my neck and lifts me off the floor, his gloved hands cold.

"Freezing my neck until I die from frostbite? How boooring! Truly a cuckold-"

I rolls my eyes, a twinkly giggle escaping my red lips... Earning myself a suffocating frost choker layering upon my ruby one.

"Say cuckold ONE more time-"

"...Cuck~"

Barely noticing his hands about to snap my head off like a branch last minute... I grab Pierro's neck, scorching his crusty, probably already rotting flesh, leaving his collar burnt, and neck permanently etched with my hands' outline. Oof. Didn't mean to cause 2nd-degree burns. He deserves it though-

*ᑭᒪOᑭ!* On the floor like a discarded rag, I make a run for it, laughing like a maniac as I mix yet stand out of the crowd of guests, hurling themselves like a wave out of the church. And like a flame of a raging forest fire, Pierro's hand misses my trailing, scarlet skirt, and I run for my dear, beautiful, body from even losing a hair-... Oh. And for my dear life as well. Oh shucks, my lord~... How cute~ Chasing after little old me?... And I'm not EVEN. The one. Who got. Away.

(Author's Note: ...Yes I just wrote a Pierro x OC fanfic... I'll give info on the ocs used soon!!! Credits to @yourlocalbalconysimp for Val and Rika... He's why Nene even exists in the first place lol. I'll try to update this every week btw-)

(PS: Chapter title inspiration from NTR cover made by Miori Celeste ☺︎)

[a-pepper-honey]

1, 5, 14, 26 for the book ask game!

What are you reading right now?

Fiction read: Golden Fool by Robin Hobb (book 2 in the Tawny Man trilogy :D)

History read: La guerre de Sécession by Vincent Bernard (a French historian's pov on the American civil war)

5) What is your favourite book outside of your normal genre?

Alright, so considering my normal genre is fantasy and historical, I'm going to say The secret history by Donna Tartt or House of leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski (I can't say I'm extremely original with those, ha). I've only recently started to read a wider variety of genres, so I can't name a lot of books that I really enjoyed. I guess The secret history is dark academia (is that a genre?)/thriller?? and House of leaves is... sort of horror? thriller too??? Man I'm so bad at this

14) Describe the feeling of finishing a good book.

It's like finishing anything, really: both delightful and heartbreaking, because you know you're going to leave it behind for good. I guess when I really love a book I feel a sort of immediate nostalgia? As in, I wish I could go back to the moment when I first opened it :')

26) Give a recommendation!

I will never not recommend The Lies of Locke Lamora by Scott Lynch (book 1 of the Gentlemen Bastards sequence). The main cast, starting with resident theatre kid Locke Lamora, is a bunch of buffoons who are also the smartest people in their city, except when their enemies outwit them, which is often. The plot is absolutely WILD and completely character-driven, the prose is beautiful, 80% of the dialogue is actually well-written banter, and the worldbuilding. THE WORLDBUILDING. Renaissance-era Venice inspiration! Mages! Thirteen gods, including one nobody believes in, but he's vibing all the same! Sword fights on boats! Poison! Heists! Pirates! A codependent duo of main characters who you can read either as platonic best friends or with homoerotic undertones! What more could you want!

HOWEVER, I am legally required to tell you that the author is GRRM-ing his way into those books and we've been waiting 10 years for the fourth one. I promise you it is worth it. But I understand how it might be triggering for some people ahjdks

[normal-looking-male]

That one post about the rabbit that led the wolves to other rabbits so that they were eaten? The one where the wolves end up eating the rabbit too in the end? Beautiful. Such a clear depiction of how a member of an opressed group puts themself on a pedestal of "the good ones", giving up other oppressed people, thinking they themself will be spared for essentially ratting out the others to their oppressors. Only to be eaten themself in the end. "The jaguars won't eat my face!" and all.

The one comment that read something like "Awww, I was hoping the rabbit would be accepted as a wolf! :-(", as if this one of Tumblr's quirky poetry stories, and not a direct metaphor for what is happening right now? Ehhhh.

I can't believe I'm the "you missed the point so bad you fool you moron you buffoon" guy now, but. Guh. Please. This is something I see so often, when people talk about serious things through their art, and people just loop back around to fiction. Like people talking about blorbos on posts about ableism, or something. Their heads are so far up in the clouds, it's kinda disturbing. And this is coming from a guy whose head is permanently in those clouds!!

But the thing is - I at least think before I talk, especially when the subject matter is so real and heavy.

[vulpixelates]

cannot believe that i'm allergic to coffee. like. i can believe it but ican't believe how stupid i am for not figuring it out sooner

i was getting sick every week - like, to the point where it was actively ruining my fucking life. i thought it was just anxiety about social situations. i drank coffee beverages as a "treat" bc i knew i was going to be having trouble anyway so i would just. drink more coffee. and then i would get sick. and think it was unrelated.

a fool. a goddamned fool. dumdum. a buffoon. can't believe this.

[demoreelrewound]

On the ~Antagonist(s)~!

Episode 1:

Right at the end - a letter

Dear Donnie Dupré

We represent Swede filmmakers everywhere [...] we saw Be Kind Rewind first [...] we will make you pay [...]

P.S. If our demands are not met, a disaster beyond your imagination will occur!

Episode 2:

Messages on the answering machine.

Mr Dupré, my name is Tom Collins, I represent SWAG.

In case you are wondering, SWAG is the Swede Actors' Guild.

Needless to say, we are pretty awesome! ^_^

But you my friend, are not!

I'm going to assume you received our little letter, and I'm going to assume you've ignored it - well you can't ignore me.

...

I'm assuming you deleted my other message, here's the continuation: YOU CANNOT IGNORE ME!

...

You may have fooled those two buffoons you call actors, but we know better.

Mark my words, there will be no happy ending for you so long as your movie remakes continue - this will be your final warning!

...

Hey baby, just letting you know I got the milk and -- crap, did I just f*cking redial?

Ahem, ahem, just ignore that -- THIS WILL BE YOUR FINAL WARNING!

Episode 3:

No mention.

Episode 4:

First silhouette appearance.

"I have a secret report from within the Guild. Four people have come to our attention regarding a plot that can jeopardise the Swede Actors' Guild. Donnie Dupré and his team have refused our orders to halt their production company, Demo Reel.

While they are still small and unaware of their talent, our analysis indicates there is a danger.

I recommend sending several Guild agents to their location, to stop them, by any means necessary.

The cheap must flow.

Phone call to Tacoma:

Mr Narrows?

Do you like remaking movies?

Are you at home?

And Miss Stone, where is she?

That's all I needed to know...

A car following Tacoma - two masked figures who jump him and pelt him with Swedish pancakes.

Phone call to Rebecca:

Go to the window.

Do you like remaking movies?

Well not for long~! Ooh, is that your spine starting to shiver?

Shit! Just a second. Yo, hey! I got a handicap sticker!

*points gun at Donnie, unclicks safety*

Episode 5:

Silhouette scene

Tom: Donnie Dupré will no longer be a nuisance to us. After my associates picked him up at gunpoint from the airport, they dropped him off in the middle of the woods, where nobody can find him. Let's just say that the troubling nature of Demo Reel, and Donnie Dupré, will no longer be on our radars. *evil laugh*

♤: dude, what's wrong with you?!

Tom: what?

♡: you kidnapped a man at gunpoint and left him to die? That's fucking messed up!

Tom: he, he was threatening our operation :-(

♤: guy, we're Swede filmmakers, we remake films badly, we're not the goddamn mafia!

♡: what are you, a psycho?

Tom: but -- but --

♤: dude, I don't even wanna look at you - the less I'm associated with this, the better

♡: yeah, I'm off to be an Internet reviewer - they're mentally stable

Tom: wait! Wait! Where are you going?! *beat* Does this mean you won't be at the Christmas party?! ;_;

Someone moving in a dark doorway unnoticed by Tacoma who walks past. (After he accidentally insults Rebecca)

Episode 6:

In-person appearance of Tom Collins five minutes before the ending.

I'll be taking that!

I am *fumbles with taking his mask off* Tom Collins, grand leader-master of SWAG! And I believe this is mine!

*draws gun*

*unclicks safety*

"This is your last chance: give up Demo Reel, or face the consequences!"

"Really? Why don't you ask your friend Donnie how crazy I am?"

"Oh he's fine... maybe. -- actually, really don't know where he is -- do you?!"

"You're right, I can't kill anybody -- but there's something I can kill!"

*points gun at SD card in his hand while Quinn just stands there like a lemon*

"Then give up DEMO REEL!"

"You leave me no choice..."

*shoots SD card*

*laughs evilly*

*shuts right up when Fabrizio interrupts*

"What the hell do these people do here..? *shakes thought away* Anyway -- wait. Wasn't there another person?"

*whimpers and cries in pain as Reba whales on him*

"No! Get off, get off!"

"BACK! Get back you girly little bitch!" *gun at Tacoma* "You too!" *gun at Rebecca*

*gun at camer-- I mean Quinn* "You three!"

"Get back! You may have won this round, but the battle is far from over you hear me? The battle's---"

*jumps back once he notices Donnie*

*gets punched, groans on the floor*

*gets up and tries to run away, whimpers, gets pushed back by an emerging Karl*

"Oh god!" (I think? Maybe?)

*whimpers and groans as Karl kicks his ass, and as he is able to get up and Karl takes his gun, and as he gives him one last kick*

[stonpoet-thestoneddisciple]

STON POET - MAKING DUE

Just keep it true , do what you do

Stand tall won't lose , God didn't make no fool , like Pharaoh we rule

The evil gone soon , They blinded some buffoons , no unwinding making due

These niggas be bitches these days , sell they soul fa the fame , take they own blood , such a quick buzz , really haven't gain

The pain don't outweigh the strength nigga smoking propane

And even though them times was hard ,I made them seem ok

I ain't gone be no slave , ta this crooked industry

I rather go through things , get my weight up mane , can't killl family , rather just wait , keep dreaming ain't never too late

Was down bad , now having my way

If it ain't bout loyalty & love , then don't come near me

Always been crown , God always held it down

They some goofies clowns

The narrow road is miles , only thing I'm selling out is crowds

They don't gotta believe nigga you still do yo thang

No respect for a snitch , can't be with the team , you disrespect the shottas gone be gunning fa me , and when I leave this flesh , I'm gone be a higher being

It's a journey not a race , so I'm at my own pace

We in the end of days , Merica bout ta crash & fade

Only real souls get saved

No more mental slavery

Reptiles we gone haze em

I'm going out Amazing

I'm going out a g

I'm Wavy , like Max B

I'm hotter than the sun , I'm gone stay on the run

And (Yeah I keep a pole , the evil get expose, hits by the boatload , I got a old soul*2)

These niggas be bitches these days , sell they soul fa the fame , take they own blood , such a quick buzz , really haven't gain

The pain don't outweigh the strength nigga smoking propane

And even though them times was hard ,I made them seem ok

[seascaled]

y’all ever think about how william turner          now captain of the flying dutchman for a decade  ,  personal witnesses to the supernatural in the form of cursed aztec gold  ,  davy jones  ,  the locker  &&  the sea-goddess calypso            when told of a quest to find poseidon's trident just looked his son dead in the eye  &&  was like  ‘ idiot  that’s  not REAL ’ .

[obislittleone]

House Of Memories (5/?)

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Padawan!reader

Warnings: angst, more nightmares, comfort and slight fluff if you squint

Summary: Your powers can only hold back the bad dreams for so long, and Obi-Wan finds out why they seem to be plaguing your mind.

A/n: Man, y'all really seem to be enjoying this... there will be romantic relations later on I promise but for now, it's gonna be a slow burn till I feel like it... also the age gap rn ain't rlly appropriate lol

Words: 3.1k (back to my better self tbh)

Anakin and Obi-Wan had just returned from the planet of Bracca, coming through the doors of the apartment at an ungodly hour of the night. It was Anakin's first off world mission with the order where he actually got to do something, and from the sounds of loud ruckus they were making, you'd say it went well.

You hadn't been able to sleep very well that night anyways, so you couldn't blame them fully, but it would be easier in the morning to shove off the fact that you were grumpy and restless because of them. You got up out of bed, stepping out the doors to see Anakin doubled over, laughing his poor head off while Obi-Wan smirked from the corner.

"Anakin, look what you've done," Obi-Wan gestured to you in a joking way before walking up a pretending to scold him. "You've woken up the only person who can actually get us in trouble."

Anakin stood up straight, getting out a few more giggles before approaching you with open arms. You stopped him before he could embrace you, seeing as how he looked absolutely high off of something. You knew Obi-Wan would never allow him to indulge in any sort of spice or substance, which meant this buffoon of a padawan was literally so exhausted, he began to lose it, in stitches yet again over your single motion.

"What did you do to him this time?" You asked Obi-Wan, pulling back your braid and letting it lay behind your shoulder.

"Believe it or not, our chosen one has decided to make a complete fool of himself, simply because I stepped out onto the wrong floor as we came up in the elevator."

Obi-Wan couldn't hide his subtle amusement, in all seriousness, it was funny how much Anakin was laughing now, even still after they had finally gotten into the apartment. How he was utterly tired and still had the energy to be this annoying, Obi-Wan would never know. He just hoped that perhaps he would settle down soon so you all could sleep.

"Anakin, at some point tonight, you will have to get over yourself. It probably wasn't even that funny," you complained, growing slightly annoyed with his antics. Your sixteen-year-old mood swings were far and few between, but when you were being kept up longer than you wished to be, because of your friend's stupidity, it was more than enough to make anyone moody.

"You weren't there," he had to break up his words, for now he was so delusional with laughter that he couldn't even finish a sentence. "He was so confused-"

"Yes, Anakin. Because like you, I'm tired."

Obi-Wan wanted more than anything to leave the room, to go to his own and forget about Anakin for the night... but he couldn't do that to you. Mostly because he'd never hear the end of it.

He tugged the boy from the ground, pushing him towards his room, with a soft glare. Even if you shut his door for the night, you wouldn't be able to sleep until he was quiet. Obi-Wan gave you a look that said 'go ahead, you have my permission,' before you walked up and raised your hand to Anakin's head. You used only a small bit of power, and he was out like a light, falling to the ground of his room.

"Now I feel bad, we can't just leave him like this," you pointed to all his limbs, half inside his room and sprawled out wildly.

"I'm too tired to carry him. My days of lifting him at all are probably over."

You did notice Anakin was quite taller now. Bigger than Obi-Wan, as far as you could tell.

"I'll grab his arms," you sighed, walking over and beginning to drag the top half of him into the room, your master following along with his legs.

Once you made it to the bed, you both looked at each other, the looks spoke for themselves, saying 'kriff, no'. Instead, you grabbed a pillow for his head, and a blanket, tossing it to Obi-Wan. You placed the pillow beneath him, while Obi-Wan spread the thin material over the length of his legs and body.

You ran your fingers over the boy's hair, quietly and efficiently making sure that the nightmares were still taken care of. You only sensed the glow of protection that was your signature, keeping guard over his dreams.

"You're good to help him the way you do," Obi-Wan smiled with pride at you. He was proud to call you his padawan, because he knew everything that you had accomplished over the years, under his training and mentorship. He only hoped that one day he'd be able to say he had a small part in how you had grown into the heroic, compassionate Jedi you were.

"He deserves to rest at night, the same as all of us."

Obi-Wan nodded his head to the door, signaling it was time for you to retire as well. You had tried earlier in the night, and been awoken by a small nightmare, but having them both return safely helped ease your mind. You should have no trouble in finding sleep, now.

Once in bed, you thought about your master. All the wisdom he'd been pouring into you lately was surely not by coincidence. You weren't as young as you used to be, on the verge of seventeen, in fact. You knew that whenever your master was giving you lessons on things that need be learned, usually it was followed by a test, or trial of sorts; one that could be used to learn the lesson in its full extent.

You fell asleep on those thoughts, feeling as though you were now too tired to wonder what trial might be coming your way. You felt at peace, floating in a dark abyss, until suddenly you were pulled from your bed. It was still dark, and you couldn't see anything, but the hands that grabbed at you were not familiar. You branched out with the force, trying to gain any knowledge of who was taking you. You screamed out for help, unable to control your powers enough to face them down. Were you weakened? It didn't make any sense. You were quite powerful and could usually take down an enemy, despite them having a size advantage. This time it was harder to focus on one thing at a time, because the darkness soon faded. You were brought into an execution room, with torture devices lining the walls and floors. There were creatures you'd never seen before, chanting the words of death in several languages. You weren't sure how you even recognized some of the words, but you did. Your blood boiled thick when the face of your captor was revealed. It was not human, nor droid, but a robotic mix of the two, with limbs twice as long as yours, standing as tall as a mudhorn but with all the lankiness of a skeleton. You'd heard stories about General Grievous, the tormentor amongst captured Jedi. The one who collected lightsabers from those he'd struck down. You weren't afraid of him, yet. You couldn't even say why, you just looked at him with a glare, hoping that you could be the one to destroy him.

He brought you to the center of the room, shoving you away from him, and staring you down.

"You are no Jedi. You," he used his sharp metal finger to point at you with a crooked tilt of his mechanical head, "are a pretender."

"And you are a coward, hiding behind an army of droids because you know you can't win on your own accord."

Your mind was clear, as you took your saber from your hip, igniting it to show its green glow against the otherwise dark room.

Grievous laughed maniacally, and so did the creatures in the room with him. Your lightsaber was pulled from your hands, and you were unable to stop it. Why were you so weak? Why couldn't you remember your training?

"Your master has failed you."

That was the last straw, for all the things you could take, slander against your master was not one of them. You would defend his honor with your life. Selfishly, if you had to.

"And you are about to fail him."

You froze in place. Unable to move a single muscle or even blink an eye. You were held in place and made to look at the new scene in front of you. Obi-Wan was restrained against a wall, already beaten and bloody. Your heart sank, and you tried to reach for him, but you were still frozen to your spot. The creatures that surrounded you continued to assault him, left and right poking and prodding different devices that had him crying out in pain. He couldn't even hold himself up, the only thing giving him any structure being his restraints.

"Stop this!" you somehow yelled out, gaining the attention of Grievous, while his monsters continued to have their way with Obi-Wan. "If it is life you want, you will take mine before I let you take his."

Another laugh of horrific proportions sounded in your ears, his tone of voice was so irritating, and made your skin crawl.

"You have failed."

Grievous turned back to your master, barely alive as he was, and ignited your lightsaber, before running him through with it. You watched his body go completely limp in the restraints, pulling on the wall as he hung there with nothing left. His blood ran over the floors, seeping under your feet, and you cried out, screaming into the void that soon surrounded you. You were left alone soon enough, breaking free from the trance that held you in place. You sank to your knees beside Obi-Wan, using the force to break the restraints. He fell into your arms, his body broken, and lifeless. You held him close to you, hoping and praying that he wasn't dead, that this wasn't real. You wanted nothing more than for him to hold you instead, to tell you that you hadn't failed him, and that you never would. Your tears were everywhere, mixed in with the shedding of his blood on your hands.

You couldn't bear it. You screamed out his name to the cosmic force around you, not able to feel his presence the way you always had before.

All of a sudden, you could hear his voice, and it was calling you by name.

"Master?" You begged, but it was not coming from the body you held.

"Wake up, little one."

You sat up in your bed, tears streaming down your face. Your breathing was rapid, and horribly uneven, and your face was a mess of redness and heat.

Obi-Wan was sat right next to you, his hands on your arms, trying to get you to come to for the past few minutes. It was instantly very cold all around you, like a bucket of ice water had been dumped on your head. As soon as you saw his eyes, wide and full of worry over you, you were a mess. You fell into his arms, clinging to his tunic, which he'd still not taken off for the evening. You cried into his chest, leaving stains that you hoped wouldn't stay there. You couldn't explain the relief, but also the torment it put you through, to hold onto him like this.

He rubbed his hands through your hair, placing his chin above your head as to secure you fully in his embrace. He'd never seen you so upset before. Never seen you in such distress over anything you've ever done. He knew that you'd had some nightmares in the past, but didn't think they had gotten so bad that you would collapse into his arms upon waking from them.

He'd heard you calling his name earlier... no, calling was a bit of an understatement. You were practically screaming for him in the dead of night, and it scared the living kriff out of him. To hear your anguish and see you curled into yourself when he came in the room broke his heart. Now you were awake, and his only job was to make you feel safe. You didn't care if you were safe or not, because the reason for your meltdown was not in your own interest, but his. He was here, he was alive, and you were holding onto him.

"It's alright, little one," he tried to console you, but the tears were still overpowering anything else you might have had to say just yet. It had been a while since you cried, perhaps it was good for you to let it all out now.

He climbed further into the bed, knowing he'd be here for a while if he were to ever help bring you to a point of peace. He rested against the headboard, not letting go of you as you continued to sob into his shirt.

You pulled away from him at one point, just looking up into his eyes, watching as they looked back down at you in concern. He really cared about you, didn't he?

"I'm sorry I kept you up," you apologized, sniffling the best you could so you could speak through the tears.

"You have no reason to be sorry."

He wiped your tears away, using his thumb to remove any stuck strands of hair from your face that were left in the wetness.

"I just know how tired you get, and I'm sorry I made you think something was wrong," you replied, beginning to cry a little more before he shushed you gently, holding one side of your face to make you focus on him.

"Don't worry about me. I can only rest once I know you're alright, anyway."

You nodded to him, tucking your head back into his chest, allowing his arms to encircle you once more. It was nice there. He was so strong, and made you feel like nothing could ever be wrong as long as you were tucked away in his embrace. His steady heartbeat was a testament to the fact that he was alive and well, and soon your nightmare faded to the blanks of your mind... for all of five seconds.

"Could you tell me what it was about?" He asked gently, wanting to see if there were any other ways he could help to sooth your mind.

You were hesitant at first, knowing if you shared it with him, it might seem more real to you, but with another thought, you decided he might be able to decipher your horrible dreams and maybe give you some wisdom to make them go away.

"You were being held in front of me, and they were hurting you," you had to pause and swallow your emotions down for a moment. You had stopped bawling your eyes out, and wanted to prevent yourself from it happening again.

"Who's 'they?'"

You sighed, not sure if you should tell him that part or not. It was a dream, not a vision. You may have even misidentified the villain of your dream anyway.

"I don't really know, but they had you and they told me I failed you. Then it was like I couldn't move... I couldn't help you."

Obi-Wan wasn't quite sure of how to respond yet, but you weren't done, and the last part of your words hit home for him.

"They killed you in front of me," you whispered, sending chills down his spine. "I was holding you, but you were gone."

He pulled you back at arms length, looking you in the eye and making sure you heard every word he was about to say.

"You have not failed me, and you never will. I know these dreams can be frightening, but you are stronger than they are. Do you understand?"

You nodded, looking over his face and seeing the sincerity of his words in his every expression. You noticed something you hadn't noticed before, little flecks of gold towards the center of his eyes. Pretty, and calming.

"Thank you, master."

He smiled, beginning to shift next to you, though you were still partially in his arms. You furrowed your brow as you looked up at him in confusion, before he gave a simple answer.

"You should try and get some more sleep, if you can. You have a big day tomorrow," he waited for you to respond, because he knew you would.

"Could you stay a little longer? It just makes me feel better when I know you're here," you explained, but he easily understood. He's of course had dreams that weren't easy to deal with and having the person beside you can help ease your mind into forgetting the dream ever occurred. He nodded, scooting back in next to you, this time sitting up while you laid beside him, holding onto his arm for dear life as you nestled back into an actual sleeping position.

He began humming a song that you had almost forgotten about. The one you'd both made up together in your early years as a youngling. You smiled, eyes closing as you hummed along with him until you were able to sleep peacefully. He knew you were out when he heard the soft snores, but he couldn't bring himself to leave your side, in fears that you may wake up or even have another bad dream.

He wondered if the severity of your dreams may have been caused by your decision to take them from Anakin. It made sense and was the only possible explanation for the suddenness of it all. You were a fairly happy child growing up, and hadn't ever been a bother at night to the other Masters who took care of you in your youngling stages.

He would ask you about it, but knew that no matter what he said, you wouldn't stop helping Anakin. You were too compassionate for your own good sometimes, and he worried what that might do to you in future times. You could also be naive, which didn't go well with an open heart.

He let his fingers untangle your hair while you slept, hoping that it would make putting it up in the morning easier for you. You did, in fact, have a big day tomorrow. A meeting with the council to discuss your progress with Obi-Wan's training. If it went well, you would also be allowed to accompany your master and fellow padawan on missions off world to different systems. He hoped you'd not be so tired that any type of failure came upon you. That is what you were fearing. That you would fail him. He knew it wasn't possible, because you always found ways to make him proud of you, but he worried that you still felt that way.

He fell asleep deep in his thoughts, his head against your headboard, and his arm wrapped in your tight embrace.

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im having my heart, soul and gut wrenched thinking about all the things that might pass between them when they reunite

“i ruin things. i ruin things and i didnt want to ruin you.”

the first time them being in the same room/space/ship but with the crew present and the tension is so palpable you could cut it with an old rusty dagger

the first time they are in the same space ALONE and we get anger and sadness and regret but above all TALKING and SOUL-BEARING and UGH

SUDDEN PASSIONATE KISSES IN THE MIDST OF ANGRY ANGSTY ARGUMENT/FIGHT/ACTUAL PHYSICAL SWORDFIGHT

"why didn't you come? why weren't you there? It was always gonna be that way, wasn't it"

Ed thinking Stede didn't show up bc in the end he did see him for who, what he truly was & Stede unable to express in words the shocking, all-encompassing VASTNESS of his feelings and how feeling them TERRIFIED and confused him and how he's sorry, so sorry, that he did not realize sooner

a little glimpse of old Ed, a shimmer of hope in the TERRIBLE FOG OF HIS DARKNESS, but then his guard is up again, Stede can't reach him quite yet

"I'm a monster" - "I will love you no matter who you are, Ed, please- believe me, you have to- Ed, Blackbeard, I don't care!"

that moment--after it all, after the pain (and maybe even the angry kissing)-- that moment when they can be soft with each other again, that first kiss that takes them back to their very first kiss except now Stede has neither a shadow of a doubt nor any hesitation at all, and it's so tender and gentle and

"if this is ruin, let my empire crumble to dust, let it fucking perish"

sexy sexual tension stabbing??? KILL ME NOW, literally

the Looks™ of the crew just rolling their eyes and going "pls get ur shit together" as they (the two absolute fools, idiots, buffoons) stand there with little rain clouds over their heads, brooding

"if you ever fucking leave me again, I will haunt you to the ends of the earth" (affectionate) - "please do"

hands, holding

Stede risking his life, maybe even dramatically (comedy genre) jumping in front of Ed to catch a bullet and redeem himself and then lying injured (drama genre) and making Ed forget his Kraken-Angst-Self and cupping his face (romance genre)

"i love you, and I love you even if you hate me, which I understand, i do, but I love you and I just needed you to hear it" (and one word of you will silence me forever, however, if hgghh)

all of his walls CRUMBLING to DUST and SINKING to the DEPTHS OF THE OCEAN

lots of crying

them "revealing" to the crew that they are together and the crew doing The Very Unimpressed Slow Clap, sideeying each other

co-captaining into the sunset, god, just,

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[Image Description: Four screenshots from Fate/Grand Order showing in order, (1) the Bond Level Up screen for Assassin Ryougi Shiki, where her Bond Level has gone up from 9 to 10; (2) the “Craft Essence Extracted” screen that shows Shiki’s Max Bond Craft Essence of “Red Leather Jacket”; (3) a screenshot of Shiki’s Servant card, with emphasis on all 10 of her bond diamonds in the level screen being filled and about to be enhanced to Bond 11; and (4) a “Bond Level Limit Released” screen that shows Shiki’s Bond Level limit being broken to reach Level 11. End Description.]

It's been a little over two, almost three years, I believe, since Shiki came to my Chaldea. She saved me a lot back when I was struggling with Part 1, even before she even came around in fact through my borrowing her through @withanina/Aqui, and now, with her Grailed to Level 100, she's still helping so much.

Thankie, Shiki-san. Thankie for sticking with me for all this time. Even when you're far away from home too.

And well, I have to write something for you, right? Songs included and all. :)

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Ryougi Shiki knew — from the first moment they met, even — that Vy Duong was far too kind. Honest. Open and a bit too sparkly. To a fault too, considering the number of times she found herself in danger and floundering in the beginning of her journey thanks to the enemy just aiming for the right spot to push.

Even with the Lostbelts cursing the world, creating so many more death lines across the Earth's bleached surface from what Shiki could see, that part of Vy hadn't changed.

Heck, even when wearing a bit more black in her Mystic Codes and the tiniest indication of crow's feet starting to line the corners of her eyes, those brown irises behind round glasses were so bright compared to the rainbow flame in her hands.

Typical Vy.

Just like a certain other glasses-wearing buffoon...

Shiki withheld a sigh and crossed her arms instead. "Master."

Vy tilted her head at Shiki, a tiny "Mm?" serving as her answer.

"How much work did you put into this?"

As expected, pink started to climb up Vy's cheeks as her smile turned upside-down into a pout. "I'm not a salesperson who's going to scam you, Shiki-san."

Shiki rolled her eyes. "That didn't answer the question, Vy." Despite the instinctual fondness starting to leak into her voice, she tempered it as she went on with a harder, "How much?"

Thankfully, Vy got the hint if her wilting was any indication. "Muu." Under her breath, Vy then went on with a quiet, "I think it was 5-6 Saint Quartz's worth of energy."

"Fool," Shiki muttered back, but she let the heat go once she slipped her red jacket off. "What happened to taking care of yourself so that the people back home for you don't worry, huh?"

Vy didn't get a chance to answer before Shiki was draping her with the red, letting the leather jacket rest on top of her hair and cover her shoulders, contrasting Shiki's kimono sleeves dangling freely past her arms.

"Shiki...san?"

If not for the bright red of the jacket and the jet black shade of her Mystic Code, Vy could've resembled a bride waiting for her wedding ceremony with Shiki's furry jacket collar serving as the start of the 'veil.' All she needed was the dress and—

"You're too nice," was all Shiki could say, reaching over with one arm to pull Vy close. The Chaldean Master squeaked like a mouse with the movement, her nose awkwardly bumping the side of Shiki's neck along the way, but Shiki still kept her hand on Vy's back once she was close enough, memorizing the feel of her spine through her clothes. "What is it with you and treating others around you better than yourself?"

There's some people who just can't be saved, but you—

You keep trying. With Asagami, with Kama, with everyone you meet. Just like—

Death lines covered Vy just as much as any other living being, but Shiki didn't want to see Vy with just those.

Vy was more than death lines.

Vy was—

The Bond Chalice was wedged somewhat weirdly between them as Vy tightened her grip on the thing, poking both of their chests in odd places too, the rainbow flame flickering as she attempted to lean back and look up into Shiki's eyes. "It's... how I am," she eventually confessed, choosing to rest her forehead into the crook between Shiki's collar and neck once it became clear to her Shiki wasn't moving. "And you helped me out a lot, Shiki-san, both back in the original Chaldea and where we are now. I wanted to do something for you in return." A tiny, humble giggle brushed Shiki's skin. "Just to pay you back."

Yeah, I knew you'd make fun of me like that any time now, that other glasses-wearing guy added from the back of Shiki's mind, from a memory from years ago. I think the only thing to do is to go see her and talk.

"You didn't have to go so far for this—" Shiki felt her other arm creak when moving it upwards, cursing herself for the lack of personal experience outside of slicing and killing for a moment. She still forced it to go up and rest against the top of Vy's head through her jacket, keeping her close enough to hear the younger girl's breathing. To take in Vy's warmth and remind herself that she was alive. "I'm not greedy, Master."

"Muu." Vy still ducked her head to press her face into Shiki's shoulder through her kimono, nonverbally voicing her dissent with Shiki's opinion. "Wanted to. And what's the jacket for?"

Shiki rolled her eyes again, choosing to smooth her hand down her jacket in the best headpat she could offer. "For whenever that replica cape of yours needs to go in the wash," she answered, shaking her head. "I know you love the forests, Vy, but even that cynical hunter of yours wouldn't want you rolling around in dirt forever. And if you're going to give me gifts," Shiki patted Vy's head again once the girl squirmed at the jabs just left in the air, "you could just steal some strawberries from that porkball of a man you call the new Director."

"Muu �� strawberries?" Vy's voice went up a few octaves from confusion. Hah. "For what?"

Why couldn't Kokutou have met you?

"You gave the ice queen sea salt ice cream," Shiki answered, leaning back to press her forehead to Vy's. Those brown eyes were still sparkling, even past all the fatigue, and Shiki grinned. "Can't I ask for homemade strawberry ice cream? The new Director keeps hogging it."

It didn't even take long for Vy to smile back. "Can I take that as a sign to hug you then?"

"...Alright." Shiki made a show of nonchalance. "You deserve one."

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❝Hi! I was just looking though you posts and wanted to ask if your request are open. If you had time and mood (obviously you can ignore if you don't) could you write something for yandere Hermes x male assassin reader with a little nsfw (only if you are comfortable). Sorry for bad english❞ — ask by @elistheglitchme

pairing: yan!hermes x assassin!reader

tw: mentions of graphic behaviour, stalking, manipulation, mentions of murder, and yandere tendencies.

note: I placed my headcannons and a bit of a "prompt" because, I just think I'd be able to tell the story of how they met better this way. I hope you like it despite it being so short ≧◉ᴥ◉≦

!!Read at your own discretion~!!

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Hm, so far, the only reason why Hermes would be intersted in an assassin, would be due to the reason that he almost killed Hermes's favourite blessed soul or someone he's looking after. Of course, thus bringing us to the first meeting.

Your first meeting with the greek god isn't romantic... at all.

You, covered in grime and blood, whilst struggling like a captured hare trying so hard to escape, and Hermes standing before you, nose flared out, angry out of his mind at the thought of some meddling mortal, you, just tried to kill his most prized possesion, a.k.a. the wheezing buffoon begging and holding onto your ankles for dear life.

You are tired, honestly annoyed at the god in front of you, cursing incoherently, and undeniably uncomfortable. (Mostly due to the intense glare Hermes sending is your way, the other reason is due to the quickly drying blood.) You just want to get this over with, but you can't even move due to the jerkwad of a blondie restraining your movements with invisible chains or something alike.

Grunting, you heaved out a sigh before looking up to the blondie. "Look princess, whatever your name is, you better release me right now before I try to kill you next."

The man struggling to keep himself alive looked up at you with wide eyes, as if he wanted to scream at you a; "You fool!"

But of course, you ignored the bald-headed bastard who is unfortunate enough to be targeted by your employer, a powerful figure in the inner circles of the Emperor, you assume, and scoffed once the blonde god rose an eyebrow, amusement flashing by so quick, you doubted you even saw it.

"I see that the younger generations are the getting bolder and bolder the more we approach modern era," he crossed his arms as he walked towards a chair, dragged it towards the spot he was originally standing, and sat on it. "You wish to kill me, without knowing who I am, or what I am capable of doing... I'm quite conflicted."

"Look here, blondie. I'm not here to chitchat. Let me get my job done, and I'll be on my merry way back to get my payment."

Hermes tilts his head, feigning worry, as a smile contradicting his eyes began to draw out on his lips. "Ah, but I don't really care of you nor your plans, of course, your mission to kill Aeneas being the only exception."

You huff, not really wanting to seem like you care, but this troubling blondie is causing you trouble, so why not just go along with it and gather information? "Huh. You're so persistent with meddling, what is he? Your father or something? I thought Aeneas was supposed to be, infertile, or something?"

Hermes stared at you as if you were an idiot before laughing out loud. "I can't believe you actually don't know who I am. Here I was, thinking you were just overly confident and a fool!"

"Hey man, lay it off with the insults alright? Anyways, if you're no relative of him, then who in the world are you?"

Hermes's grin widened, the golden speck in his dandelion-like orbs twinkling splendidly as he stared at you. "Let's just say, from here on out, I'll be watching you."

With that, he turned into smoke, making you and your victim wheeze and cough. You muttering, "Son of a bitch..."

Yeah... not really the most romantic first meeting.

Though, after he left, the restraints loosened around you and you stared down at Aeneas, before sighing, your eyes now filled with pity for the wheezing man then kneeling. "Hey old man, pay me higher than your enemy and I'll protect you from harm."

It was the start of your new other job, a bodyguard.

This was a development Hermes didn't expect at all, and unfortunately for you, this decision unknowingly ignited a fire that would end up being your downfall.

His curiosity is mostly directed towards why and how you came to the decision of being an assassin. Was it simple bloodthirst? Perhaps, you have something as dramatic as a soap opera as your reason?

Imagine his disappointment when he overheard you and Aeneas talking, and find out you were only doing it for the money.

Pity and curiosity blending into one, and you got interest! From there, stalking starts, then befriending, then manipulation. Hermes won't stop until he's got you wrapped around his finger, delusional and begging to be his.

He wouldn't even allow the other gods to see you, especially that man-child he calls his father, Zeus. Afterall, he doesn't deserve to see such beauty like you, no?

His twisted, delusional mind invites in paranoia, which is so bad for you. He thinks you'll leave him and whatnot, betray him at worst. And your reaction here will have huge consenquences.

If you decided to stay with him, and realise the emotional trauma behind those sharp, enchanting brown eyes, then he'd settle down, but of course his paranoia of someone taking you away won't ever disappear and will only worsen once you finish reassuring him.

Rest assured, you'll be living a wonderful life in luxury and peace. Hermes might even bestow you the honourable position of being his husband!

But, if you choose to worsen his paranoia by attempting to leave while he's at his vulnerable state, quickly turn around and hide. But, the inevitable is the inevitable and you'll be found anyways.

If you choose to beg for his forgiveness and mercy, sorry to break it to you sweetheart, but that wouldn't work.

Breaking a god's trust has worser consenquences, and honestly, you're better off staying silent and take the humiliating acts he'd do to you silently.

Trying to draw a line by acting indifferent would also do you no good as it would worsen his paranoia of you hating him so much that you'll attempt an escape mission once again.

BUT! Hermes as a lover isn't that bad! The love and attention and the money you'd have special permission to touch—! You could ask for more and Hermes wouldn't hesitate to give it to you on a golden platter.

For strong characters, especially like the assassin reader, he would willingly become your lapdog, well, as long as it's done in private.

I headcannon him as a secret sub who'd do anyting for his lover as long as they're just as devoted as he is to them.

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[marcholasmoth]

OSRR: 3019

i voted today! and went grocery shopping with my mom. and kind of did nothing while my hand hurt.

i'm a fool and a buffoon and just generally useless rn. but i can type with my left hand on my phone, which may be helpful at some point but i have yet to realize that moment.

but i also got a few schedule items planned out for the rest of the week, like my PT and working with nancy and the kids and going to the con this weekend. i can't believe tomorrow is wednesday.

i miss joel. i want cuddles. i wish for my joel. :c

i'm glad i'm getting a break, but really? at what cost???

i have to talk to my professors about what i can do instead of writing. this fucking sucks.

[mimisempai]

I can read you like an open book

Summary:

5 times where Loki refuses to see that he has been found out by Mobius and once where he accepts it

Lokius has so much potential. How not to be tempted?

🌈 Happy Pride month ! 🌈

To celebrate, 1 day, 1 story.

Be ready for smiles, laugh, fluff, tooth rotthing fluff, positive vibes and a lot of love!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32034121

1798 words - Rating G

1.

"I'm Agent Mobius, by the way."

I don't care about your name. I'm Loki, God of Mischief, you moron!

The man with the ridiculous mustache looked suspiciously innocent.

Loki asked him in his most indifferent tone, "Are you taking me somewhere to kill me?"

The man, Mobius, answered in the quietest way possible, "No. That's where you just were. I'm taking you some place to talk."

Loki harrumphed and retorted, "I don't like to talk.

Without losing his smile, Mobius replied, "But you do like to lie, which you just did."

Seeing that Loki didn't bother to answer, he continued, a cheeky sparkle in his eye, "Because we both know you love to talk."

He had the audacity to add, emphasizing his words with his hands, "Talkie-talkie."

Loki was boiling inside, but he wouldn't allow this jerk to see his anger.

How could this fool have seen through to him? No way!

Yes he liked to talk! So what? He had a voice so he might as well use it. At least he never said stupid things.

Sure, he liked to twist the truth, but when you're the god of mischief, was that so surprising?

Anyway, nobody had discovered his biggest secret, his biggest lie, that was the most important.

He discreetly scanned the man in front of him who now seemed a little less inoffensive.

2.

They were in a room devoid of any decor, sitting face to face, separated by a table.

Loki decided to attack. He could be accused of lying, but not of not facing the truth.

He asked Mobius with a defiant look, "What do you want from me?"

Mobius inhaled, as if to give himself courage, "Well, let's start with a little cooperation."

No, that's not going to happen, buddy.

Loki was a god and a god doesn't cooperate.

He replied with a smirk, "Not my forte.

There he was again, that piercing blue-gray gaze that seemed to see much more than Loki believed. Accompanied by that smile that gauged him.

"Really?"

Mobius paused and for a moment Loki thought he knew how to stage himself as well as Loki.

The rascal continued, "Even when you're wooing someone powerful you intend to betray?"

How could he know that? Nobody knew about Thanos! Even Thor didn't know about it!

Don't show anything Loki! Don't show him he's right.

The bastard insisted, as if it were insignificant. "Come on."

Loki, took his most superior and closed look before answering.

"You don't know anything about me."

That's it, move on you moron!

"Maybe I'd like to learn."

What?

What does he mean, he'd like to learn?

No way, Loki wouldn't be fooled.

No one really wanted to know who Loki was.

Those who wanted to know him only wanted it to get something out of him.

He wouldn't be fooled by that smile and that look. Even though...

He shook his head not to let such thoughts linger

3.

Since Mobius seemed to want to know his theory so badly, Loki was more than happy to explain it to him, it was time to show off as much as he could with his jumpsuit.

He straightened his head and said in an emphatic tone, "For nearly every living thing, choice breeds shame and uncertainty and regret. There's a fork in every road, yet the wrong path is always taken."

He looked at Mobius defiantly.

So you're not such a smartass now, huh?

"Good. Yeah."

He had the nerve!

Loki was right not to believe that this man really wanted to know him, it was just to taunt him and put him in his place.

Mobius continued, "You said nearly every living thing ," he paused, and once again his eyes seemed to see further than Loki wanted to show.

He added, cheekily, "so I'm guessing you don't fall into that category?

Show nothing. Show nothing.

You didn't expect anything, Loki, so you're not disappointed.

Loki began to snicker. Sarcasm, one of his favorite weapons.

"The Time-Keepers have built quite the circus, and I see the clowns are playing their parts to perfection."

In case you didn't understand, I'm talking about you, the clown, that's you, buffoon!

Mobius started to laugh. A totally genuine laugh.

"Big metaphor guy. I love it."

Genuine but derisive of course.

The rascal continued, "Makes you sound super smart."

Loki couldn't let it go and retorted, "I am smart."

"I know."

Two words, and the tone was no longer taunting.

I know.

Two words said in a firm voice, without a smile, with an intense look in his eyes.

I know.

For once Loki didn't bother to wrap his words in circumlocutions, too disturbed by the implication of those two words. He simply replied, "Okay."

4.

Loki didn't know what Mobius' goal was in showing him his failures, but if it was to piss him off, he had achieved it, yet Loki was not going to show him.

Just as he was not going to show him how his questions affected him.

"Do you enjoy hurting people?"

No.

"Making them feel small?

No .

"Making them feel afraid?"

No. Stop. Answer him Loki.

"Your games don't frighten me."

But Mobius didn't seem to want to stop.

"Making them feel little?"

Loki couldn't help but retort with more vehemence, "I know what I am."

Mobius raised an eyebrow and asked defiantly, "A murderer?"

Knowing that if he let go, he would show Mobius how much he was affected by what he said, Loki shot back, "A liberator."

And the man had the audacity to reply, "Of eyeballs, maybe."

His words were accompanied on the screen by a video that showed Loki cutting out a man's eye.

Mobius continued, "Look at that smile. You are enjoying that. Did you enjoy hurting them?"

No. No. No. It was the mind stone. It wasn't me.

No! Shut up Loki! No one can know, not even him, get a grip!

Chin up, straight face, sardonic smile.

"I don't have to play this game. I'm a god."

Yes, that's what I am, a god. You won't take that away from me.

"Of what, again? Mischief, right?"

So what? I may not summon thunder, but I am powerful. In my own way.

The man then added, "Yeah. I don't see anything very mischievous about this."

Of course, since it wasn't him. But how could he tell anyone that he, the great Loki, had been under the influence of someone, that he had been manipulated by a stone.

He replied in a bitter voice, "No, I don't suppose you do."

Mobius sighed. He seemed almost disappointed.

Loki wondered why he felt a tightness in his chest. The same one he felt every time he knew he had disappointed his mother. The difference was that he had only known Mobius for a few hours.

5.

Loki was devastated.

His mother had died. She had died by his hand. At least because of him.

Mobius had continued to confront him with his failings.

Sitting on the floor, Loki no longer had the strength to stand up or fight back.

"You weren't born to be king, Loki."

Of course I was.

Even he was beginning not to believe it anymore.

"You were born to cause pain and suffering and death. That's how it is, that's how it was, that's how it will be. All so that others can achieve their best versions of themselves."

He looked up at the screen where the Avengers were displayed one by one. The instruments of his defeat. The defeat he felt burning right now.

He asked with a broken voice, "What is this place?"

Mobius didn't answer, just walked over and held out his hand and said, "Come on."

No more taunting in his voice, no more mockery, just compassion? Loki looked up to see if what he heard in the voice was showing on the other man's face.

He read the same compassion.

Weakened by what he had just discovered about his mother, Loki found himself wanting to grasp that hand, to believe what he read in those eyes.  For a moment, he listened to himself, grabbed the hand and stood up.

But he was Loki, God of Mischief, so he snatched the small device from Mobius' pocket

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"Loki?"

Mobius had just come back into the room, Loki was distraught.

Sitting on the floor with his hands in his head, he raised it at the sound of his tormentor's voice.

The man approached him gently and said, "Nowhere left to run."

I don't want to go. I don't want to go anymore. I don't want to be that Loki anymore. I don't want to go back.

"I can't go back, can I? Back to my timeline."

Can I be me here? Really me? What I want to be.

For the first time since he knew himself, Loki felt a compulsion to tell the truth.

Looking Mobius in the eye, he said softly, "I don't enjoy hurting people."

He paused, "I..." he exhaled sharply and repeated again, "I don't enjoy it."

For the first time, he really wanted to convince someone that he wasn't the monster everyone thought he was. Now that he had started talking, it was like he couldn't stop. He continued, "I do it because I have to, because I've had to."

Mobius looked at him with those caring eyes he had had earlier and another feeling he couldn't read.

He replied softly, "Okay, explain that to me."

Loki swallowed, this was the moment of truth.

"Because it's part of the illusion. It's the cruel, elaborate trick conjured by the weak to inspire fear."

Mobius simply nodded, before adding in a tone filled with understanding, "A desperate play for control. You do know yourself."

Loki bit his lip and added in a breath, "A villain."

He exhaled again.

"That's not how I see it.

Once again Mobius held out his hand to help him up, and this time Loki didn't hesitate to take it. Once on his feet, he didn't want to let go of that hand, the only non-violent human contact he'd had in years. He didn't even realize that he was tightening his fingers on Mobius'.

He asked the question that had been burning in his mind, "If I'm not the villain, then what am I?"

They still hadn't let go of each other's hands and now Mobius' thumb was gently stroking the back of Loki's hand.

Mobius tilted his head a little, seeking Loki's gaze even more.

He said with that smile that Loki was beginning to appreciate, "I don't know, but we could search together, if you want."

Loki nodded slowly and answered with a slight smile. The first sincere smile devoid of any trickery.

The real Loki smile. _________

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