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its-not-a-phase-mom-i-d8-demons · 3 years ago

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"Someone is following me." feat. Satan and Beelzebub

pairings: satan x Female!reader, beelzebub x Female!reader

warnings: tw panic, tw sexual assault, tw molestation, tw harassment, lots and lots of fluff

art by nDelacour on twitter

You were scared out of your mind, terrified as your brain presented the many prospects of outcomes in these situations to you rapid-fire as you walked quickly down the sidewalk with another demon in hot pursuit.

Except this time, you were in the demon realm, so if your stalker did manage to steal you away, the horrible images plaguing your mind from human world movies and presentations would be ten times as bad down here!

With trembling fingers you opened your DDD and pressed the most recent contact, praying to Diavolo that they would pick up.

It rang once...

Twice...

Tears began dribbling down your cheeks and you felt like you were suffocating before you finally heard a click and a worried, "MC?"

Satan

"MC?"

"Satan? Thank Diavolo-"

"MC, where are you?"

"I-I'm almost home but someone is following me! Satan I'm scared, he's b-been following me since I got off the bus-" You whimpered, on the verge of tears.

"Ssh ssh, MC. It's going to be alright, don't cry. I'll meet you outside. How far away are you from home?" He said, trying to calm you.

The last thing you needed was a mind clouded with panic in this situation. Satan himself was becoming more and more fidgety as his brain reminded him of all of the detective shows and books he'd read and usually the one held hostage or kidnapped didn't come out of it okay.

Shuddering at the thought, he unlocked the front doors of the dorms and went outside.

"I'm really close. I can s-see the gates from where I am."

"Good, good. I'm gonna hang up now sweetheart. Is that okay? I'll see you in a minute."

"Yeah umm... yeah that's fine. See you in a sec."

The line went dead.

Satan heard the gates creaking and the quick pitter-patter of your little feet up the cement until your face came into view. You were gaunt with fear, eyes watery and cheeks damp as you threw yourself into the Avatar of Wrath's arms and clung to him, bursting into tears.

Satan picks you up and takes you into the house, locking and double-checking all of the locks before taking you to the sofa to calm down

He allows you to cry in his arms for as long as you need, no interruptions, no shushing, just lots of comfort and cuddles until you've calmed down enough to explain what happened

Apparently, you got on the bus, and some demon had leaned over and murmured 'I'll take you somewhere real nice and we can have a good time' while simultaneously sliding one big powerful hand along your thigh

Disgusted, you'd pushed his hand away without a second thought and tried to get up and find a different seat, but the demon acted quickly, pulling you back down and holding you there while he proceeded to grope you, unhindered by anyone, as there were only a few other people on the bus and none of them were sitting close by

Horrified, Satan rubbed your back to keep you from hyperventilating, as just reliving it through memory caused you great discomfort

Satan kissed your temple, rubbing your back and reassuring you softly

"What happened next?" He whispered, giving you a firm squeeze

Your stop was coming up and the demon was getting more adventurous with his touches. His hands crept lower and lower, but his grip on your neck grew looser and looser. So when the bus came to a halt in front of Hell's Kitchen, you tore yourself from his grasp and bolted

He'd been following you since you got off the bus

Satan's not letting you go anywhere alone for a long time after that

Once all of the brothers hear about this and you describe the features of the demon to them, you see a news report the next day of an extremely mutilated body found in an alleyway

Out of all the brothers watching the news with you, Satan's smile was the widest

Beelzebub

"MC?" A pause, "MC we ate dinner without you. Why aren't you home yet?" He asked, genuine concern laced in his tone.

He couldn't fathom why you had missed his cooking!

"B-Beel? Can you come get me? I'm too scared to walk home by myself a-and I think someone's been following me." You murmured, terrified.

"What do you mean someone's following you? Are you okay?"

"Y-Yeah... I'm okay for now b-but I'm the last person on shift before closing at Majolish and he's in here... He's in the store just milling about. He does this at least once a week, but Solomon is usually here and tells this demon he needs to go but Solomon had to go home early though, and n-now it's just me."

"How do you know he's following you?" Beel asked, beginning the brisk jog to Majolish, with half a burger in his mouth.

"He just comes in and stares at me! Wherever I work, not just here. Every shift I have at Hell's Kitchen or the Mausoleum or the Library he's always there too! A lot of my coworkers have had to force him to leave because he makes everyone so uncomfy. I don't know Beel... Just... Just hurry!" You whimper as you hear the stalkers footsteps grow nearer.

"Mkay. I'm already on my way MC. Don't worry. 'M gonna hang up, okay?"

No response.

"MC?"

He heard your distressed cries, but they sounded so far away.

Something was wrong...

Beel broke into a sprint, dodging demons on the sidewalk with such agility and speed, they hardly noticed him rushing by. He burst through the front doors of Majolish and was witness to something that could make even the Avatar of Gluttony sick to his stomach.

You had been pinned against the shelves behind the counter by a towering demon who was so busy molesting you he didn't notice the doors crack off their hinges.

Beel changed to his demon form.

Your sobs drove him wild with rage and he lunged at the demon and grabbed him by the throat. He plucked your form away from the demon's filthy hands and shoved you behind the counter again while he moved the carnage to the street outside.

You didn't move until you heard ambulances screaming just outside the shop and you heard glass crunching underneath someone's feet.

You saw Beel, gingerly setting each door back on its hinges before walking to you and checking you all over for injuries.

The press gathered around him after he scooped you into his arms and began carrying you out of the store, ignoring their questions and cameras and continued his way home.

When you got there, he lumbered up to his room with you safely tucked in his embrace and tucked you in next to Belphie as he excused himself to the bathroom in order to clean the demon's blood off of him and put a fresh shirt on.

When he returned, he lifted both you and Belphie out of bed and brought both of you into his own bed to cuddle.

"MC, next time someone makes you sad, you have to tell me as soon as possible, okay? I never want that to happen to you again."

Beel...

Listen. THIS BABY BOY JUST KILLED SOMEONE FOR YOU.

WHAT.

From then on, he or another brother is with you, should you leave the house to do ANYTHING

"Lucifer, where's MC?"

"She went to the mall."

"By herself???"

"Absolutely not. Asmodeus and Mammon went with her."

*cue immediate relief*

He never wants to see you cry again after that. You scared him really bad okay? What if he had gotten there too late? What if that demon had just taken you and made off with you and he never saw your beautiful face again?

He couldn't let that happen.

Not on his watch

Luckily, after the news circulated what information they knew about that night, no one really wants to eat or touch the MC now since Beel killed a demon so effortlessly for following you around.

Since this incident, Beel has become impossibly more cuddly with you, as he realized how important you are to him and all of the things that could happen to you should he be absent

It's okay though, Beel always has time for you, especially if it means he'll get to protect you and see you smile

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lengthofropes · 4 years ago

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POVs series

Part 2: Sam

(Part 1: Cas is here)

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words: 3,3k | smr: Sam’s POV as Cas returned from the Empty | read on A03

rating: general | warnings: none I guess?

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I’ve never seen Cas drinking through a straw. I’ve never seen him having a milkshake either, but here he is. On the backseat of Impala, with Dean sitting next to him and laughing as hard as he possibly can.

“What is so funny?” Cas frowns at him, sounding sincerely confused. Dean can’t answer cause he’s literally choking with snickering. To be honest, yeah, this is one of the funniest things I’ve seen in years.

“You’re… you’re just slurping so loud!” Dean finally manages, wiping a laugh tear from his eye. "Cas, you gotta…” and he can’t finish the sentence because he's breathless with laugh again.

"I don't understand. Is this supposed to be a dessert?" Cas asks.

“Yeah, we can’t make a decent milkshake at home, so I thought you should try it here” Dean’s still giggling, but slowly calms down. “I know you like peanut butter with strawberry jelly, so maybe you'd like a strawberry milkshake too”

“Oh. This is too sweet”

And I swear Dean is slightly blushing now, I swear! This is even funnier than Cas slurping, but I’m holding back a smile cause yeah, this is too sweet.

“Yeah, umm… No, I just… I though you’d like it…”

“I like it, but it’s too sweet.” Cas looks at him and adds “The milkshake”

“Oh!…”

This time I can’t hold it back and just burst out with laughter.

“What’s so funny again?” Castiel is confused even more, I can see in a back view mirror.

“Nothing” - Dean to Cas.

“Shut up!” - Dean to me. But I just can’t stop.

“Gimme that!” - to Cas again, taking the milkshake from his hand and slurping even louder than Cas. "It's not too sweet it's just perfect!"

We haven't laughed like this for a long time, too long.

Through the months Castilel’s been absent, times were tough sometimes. Me and Dean, we had to sort out a lot of stuff, and believe me, it wasn’t that easy.

We talked about a lot of things, then. We started with the simplest.

What are we about to do now? Continue hunting? Get ourselves a decent jobs? Should we move somewhere else?

Move, huh. We weren’t ready to, at that point, guess we’re not ready still, not sure if we actually want to. Not sure, we know where to, how to, even. So many things have changed, we needed at least something to stay the same, stay solid for us. So we kind of… continued our usual routine in the bunker, with an exclusion of hunting for a while. We needed a rest. Probably, sticking up with the domestic stuff helped. You wake, make yourself breakfast, you eat, you read or watch movies, you make some calls, you exercise, you shower, you sleep. You do groceries, laundry, cleaning. You, being normal. Functional, pretty much. Slowly accepting your new world and the life you're now living. Like, piece by piece, understanding and acceptance comes.

Bunker felt so... I don’t know, remarkably unoccupied those days?

Weird, cause we used to live here on our own, sometimes for weeks. Sometimes even months. But now it was… I guess it’s just knowing, that this time someone won’t come back here, this knowing… it made it hard to walk those corridors. I missed Cas. I missed Jack, too. But… you know.

First month we stayed at the Bunker on our own. I mean, of course I went to see Eileen, it’s the first thing I wanted to do after everyone returned. I don’t even know how I can describe the feeling when I've read the message from her. I…

We were driving home. With Miracle, sleeping on the backseat. And Jack’s “I’m not coming home” still too loud in our ears. And my phone beeped. It was her. She was the first person we got a message from.

“Hey, Sam”

That’s it, “Hey, Sam” - and it’s easier to breathe. I remember, I couldn’t text her back, just kept looking and looking at my phone.

“Eileen?” Dean asked.

“Yeah… yeah. She’s… she texted”

I literally could add nothing to that. Dean just smiled, but didn’t say anything.

Rest of the road we called and called everyone, checking, laughing on loudspeaker, explaining, repeating the story about Chuck all over again. It was good. Those were the moments worth fighting for - hearing the voices of your family again. We were so happy, so relieved. And free, at last.

Next day the first thing Dean said to me, was that I need to go to see Eileen.

“Nope, now! Pack your shit and go! ‘Cmon, Sammy, do me a favor, huh?”

Not sure I need to explain the argument between us, cause I didn’t want to leave him alone. Or should I say, the argument inside my head between me and me, the one who cares about my brother, and the one who loves Eileen. But well, he insisted, he insisted hard. And I’d lie if I say, to see her alive and well, to finally hold her, wasn’t on top of my needs.

So yeah, Dean understood me even better than I did myself. He assured me, that everything’s gonna be fine, and he has work to do - go to the vet with Miracle and buy all the things we need to make the bunker a home for her, too.

I came back home in two days. Eileen went for a long trip to meet up with all her friends, and she promised to come to the bunker in few weeks. And stay for a little longer. Dean was pretty excited, though, even asked why the hell I didn’t bring her back with me immediately. So yeah, visiting her friends was a nice excuse to…

He needed time.

I didn’t tell him how heartbroken she was, when I told her Cas was gone.

He needed time. And I needed to stay close. Because even if I’ve lost my dearest friend, Dean have lost way more than that.

Dean seemed “normal”. Not sad, not unnaturally cheerful, not heartbroken, not… anything. And it was scary as hell. I didn’t try to talk to him. He didn’t try to talk to me. Geez, at that time, I didn’t even knew how exactly it all happened. How did Cas summoned the Empty? Why it took him? But I just waited. I just think it’s time, when…it’s time. Because one thing I knew for sure, something in Dean has changed. Changed very deep. And it wasn’t a grief, no, that was something else.

One morning I saw him looking at himself in a bathroom mirror. I just stood at he door, not to interrupt, cause the look on his face was… like he was examining himself, actually seeing something for the first time. Figuring, if he likes it or not.

So, I was there, and I was waiting for him to be ready to share. Giving him time and space.

Dean quit drinking.

He just stopped. I didn’t bring it to his attention, that I’ve noticed. It’s just one day I passed him a bottle of beer in the kitchen, and he mumbled something like “nah, I’m good”, and next day I saw him opening the fridge to pour himself some orange juice. And the next day, we were watching something, and I put a cold six pack on a table. He didn’t touch it. So I just quit offering.

I didn’t ask.

Now Dean is siting next to Cas on a backseat. Today, it’s been two weeks since Jack brought him back home, but Dean is still always around him, ready to catch him if he is dizzy again (yeah, it still happens sometimes), or he’s disoriented, or unexpectedly weak. Cas feels much better, though. But we constantly keep an eye on him. Well, I’d say I try to, but Dean doesn’t seem to let me, you know? Actually, it’s the first time he left the bunker in these two weeks. He rarely even leaves Cas’ room, though, maybe only when he cooks for him or goes to the library to grab another book. When Cas falls asleep, he walks out, and we usually talk in the kitchen or wherever.

When we go to sleep to our rooms, Dean doesn’t stays in his for long.

Two months ago he couldn’t sleep in his room, too, but the reasons were different. I remember constantly finding him in the morning, sleeping anywhere else but his bed. Face on the table in the kitchen, in the armchair in the library, on the couch in his cave. One time I’ve found him in the backseat of Impala in the garage. Dean used to drink himself to sleep, when times were tough. Now that he quit, he just stayed up until he passed out. No need to be genius, to figure he’s been having nightmares. No need to be genius, to figure what those nightmares were about. I still see the burning ceiling in my dreams, rarely, but yeah, I do.

And yeah, he told me he’s having nightmares. He told me not to worry about it, cause it’s a normal reaction, and it will pass.

What he didn’t told me, Jack did.

That day, I woke up and went to the kitchen to fill my water bottle and go for a jog. Jack was there. Just standing next to the fridge, drinking milk.

To be honest, at first I thought I was still dreaming. But then he raised his hand “hi” and I…

“Hi Sam!”

“Jack… is it really you? I mean… hey!” I’m not sure if I supposed to hug God but well, I did. And he hugged me back and for a moment it felt like everything is back as it used to be. As it used to be, yeah. Our kid drinking milk in our kitchen.

It was 6 in the morning, and I’ve had one of the most complicated conversations I’ve ever had in my life.

Jack told me everything. About the deal Cas made to save him. About the price of that deal.

About Dean praying to him every single night for the past weeks.

Jack was good, though, he coped very well with all his new responsibilities; hell is fine, Earth is fine, new Death is great, heaven is getting some renovations, and angels are finally calm and satisfied. The only problem is the Empty. Since he detonated himself in front of Cosmic Entity, he has no idea what was happening there. If Chuck was able to bring angels and demons from there, it changed, apparently, after the explosion, because the structure of the void has been damaged.

“Every time I try to reach it, it’s like I’m walking in the dark, like I’ve lost the path and I have no idea where I should go. I tried to summon the Entity, tried to open the portal - nothing works.” Jack looked concerned and dreary. “I don’t know what is happening there. I can only guess, everyone’s awake there. And they all are supposed to rest, supposed to sleep. If I made them suffer…” He looked at me with remorse in his eyes. “Castiel is there too. Sam, what if he…”

I felt sick. What if Jack’s right? What if all the dead angels and demons are going crazy in there? What if Cas sacrificed himself again only to suffer for the eternity?

“They all deserve to rest, and I need to make sure they are. And I want him back, Sam. I want my father back”

“Yeah… yeah. We all do. We just didn’t think it is somehow possible again”

“I’ll make it possible, I promise. I’ll keep trying. But I don’t know if I should answer to Dean’s prayers. I cannot fill him with hope, I need to make sure…”

“Yeah, you’re right. I don’t think he’ll be able to handle it, if we end up failing…”

“He probably thinks I’m an asshole” Jack grinned bitterly. “Or that I’m too busy, or I forgot…”

I didn’t know what to say to that. I didn’t pray to Jack cause I missed him too bad, and I didn’t think I’ll ever see him again. And about Castiel, I just understood it’s impossible to bring him back, the second everyone else have returned. If that were possible, Jack would bring him back with everyone else, too. I didn’t realise there may be a different possibility.

“You really think you can do this? Bring him back?” I asked instead.

“I have to. And I will” He looked at me, stubborn and determined. “I just need time”

I took a deep breath. That was heavy. Seeing Jack again, knowing the truth about Cas. Stay silent for Dean. This is not the first time I have been hiding something from my brother. But at least now it is more than justified.

Next week Eileen arrived, and things got a little better. Dean was very happy to see her, though, like, really glad. The three of us been spending a lot of time together, constantly chatting about everything, watching movies, cooking, even playing board games. What can I say? Eileen is a ball of sunshine, of course everything’s better in her presence.

And I knew Dean felt better, too. Since there were no news from Jack in weeks, I decided it was a good tactic, to keep the bunker filled with people we love. So, I called everyone, and the next month was full with friendly visits.

Kaia and Claire came first and stayed for few days, they were on a hunt in a town nearby. Then Jody and Alex joined us. They both took two weeks leave from work and decided to spend some of it with us. Gotta say, I was upset when they left. Not least because Dean stopped making delicious “special occasion” pancakes for breakfast.

Charlie and Stevie called. They were on a vacation too - just left to travel around Europe for a month. Yeah, good for them. They promised to meet up with us as soon as they come back.

Donna couldn't make it to us, cause she was too busy. Things were relatively quiet in Stillwater, but her deputy got sick, so she had to work a little harder those days. So me, Eileen and Dean went to visit her instead. Those were two good days, a lot of hugs and donuts and the latest police gossips.

The next stop was Garth's house, and Eileen was extremely excited to meet the whole werewolf family. Little Cas and Sam grew bigger and Garth warned us to be careful now with their teeth. Good point. We didn't stay for long though, just for dinner, but Eileen is now Gertie's bestie, and Gertie calls her "giant's girlfriend".

Not long after we got back to bunker, Bobby stopped by for a beer. He was doing well, too, same as all the rest of the survived refugees from the Apocalypse world. They all quit hunting and settled in Lebanon, living their lives peacefully. It was good to see him, all clean and calm. He deserved his retirement.

That was, actually, the exact moment I realised I don’t want to hunt anymore. I’m done. No more blood on my hands.

Yeah, there’s still a lot of things to hunt in this world. But I just don’t want to. But we’re still the last men of letters. Why not to become…a mentors? Turn bunker into headquarters again? We can’t just leave all the lore, all the knowledge here, untouched.

This thought has firmly settled in the backyard of my mind. Yes, we'll come back to this later, for sure. When we will figure out all the things.

A nice month, yeah. Then Eileen went to help her friends with a little ghoul problem. I must say, I’m still overprotective, but at least I agreed to let her go by herself, since she gave me The Look. Okay, three of them will be there, one ghoul. They can handle it. Besides, “Girl needs to have fun sometimes, Sam!” and yes, she needed some space. And she promised to keep me updated.

It was the evening I’ve received “All done! That was too easy, I’m disappointed. We’re driving to their place now, it’s couple of hours. Facetime you soon!” No, I wasn’t relieved, because I wasn’t worried, honestly! But still went to Dean’s cave, where he was watching something, to tell him the news.

“Hey, got a message from Eileen, she kicked that ghoul’s ass”

“Ha! I didn't doubt her!” Dean grinned at me, making a sound of the TV quieter.

“Yeah, she probably will be home in few days. Listen…”

I didn’t finish. Bright light filled the corridor.

“Sam. Now” I couldn’t even see his face, but Jack’s voice was loud and high with emotion.

“What?? Jack??” I screamed back.

“What is happening?” Dean ran out the room, facing the light in the hallway. “Jack?? Sam, what’s going on?”

“Sorry, I didn't have time to warn you. It happened all at once. Sam, I'm coming in, I found the entrance. I can do it, I know. Explain to him, tell him…” And he disappeared.

We were standing there, shaking in shock.

“What the hell is going on? Explain me what? Sam? The fuck is happening? Was that Jack?”

I wasn’t ready for this, it happened not the way I imagined. I though I’ll have enough time for this conversation. What was I suppose to do? Explain? How??

Dean was looking at me, eyes wide with concern. Okay, okay… just gonna tell it the way it is, calm and slow.

“Yeah, it was Jack…” And my mouth turned dry.

“….and?” Dean kept looking at me “Explain what? Sam, cmon! He was worried, goddamit! What’s going on?”

“Okay, okay… He, umm. For the past months he’s been trying to get to The Empty”

Dean was speechless. He turned pale.

“He couldn’t get there, he couldn’t even summon the Entity to talk. He thought it was because of the explosion. But he, umm, he kept on trying. He promised me he will keep trying.”

“He… promised you?”

“Yeah… He appeared here, a little more then a month ago. He…” It was hard to look into my brother’s eyes, but somehow, I did it. “Dean, he was trying to bring Cas back. All this time”

His expression was unreadable. Something between anger, fear, disbelief and shock.

“And you didn’t tell me…”

“Because he asked. Because he wasn’t sure how long will it take. He wanted to tell you, when he’s ready to do it. And I didn’t want to tell you too, because if we fail at this…”

“Okay, shut up” He leaned into the wall, all trembling, trying to calm his breath. “He said… he said “Now!” Does it mean… Sammy, what does it mean?”

There was a plea in his eyes. So much fear. And a plea.

“Yes.” I put my hand on his shoulder. “You've heard him”

Dean grabbed my shoulder.

“Sammy…”

The bunker started to shake - the walls, the floor, as like an earthquake.

“Sammy… the dungeon”

And we ran, as fast as we could.

So yeah, today we finally went to buy Cas some closes, although he seems to like all those Dean’s hoodies, he looks like an E.T., when he wears them.

Nothing extraordinary, just basic stuff like jeans and shirts and sweaters. Though Dean bought him a cowboy hat, and I swear I could hear quiet “Not again..” from Cas. But he scored with picking one of the world’s ugliest sweaters that I’ve ever seen - blue, with a giant yellow bee on the front. Dean’s face was pure shock when he saw that one, and he immediately put it out of the shopping basket, shaking his head. But the second Cas got distracted with his shoelaces, Dean put that ugly piece back and quickly went to the checkout.

Now he’s drinking strawberry milkshake in the backseat.

It’s a movie night tonight. Eileen makes popcorn.

#destiel fic #destiel #dean winchester #sam winchester #castiel #fieryfrankie #seraphcastiel #becauseofthebowties #casjpg #userdainty #holmesemrys #scottstiles #ugh sorry probably lot of mistakes and typos here:)))#I'm too lazy....dasdfghjkl #and there's a lot of missing pieces here. I saved some explanations for the further chapters ggggg:)#fic tag

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kyouxa · 4 years ago

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Diabolik lovers Chaos Lineage: Kino (Story 14)

In terms of the gameplay: The black choices lead up to a bad ending, the white choices lead up to a good ending. Please no reposting onto other sites, ask me before translating this into another language too! If you enjoy these translations, please consider supporting me on ko-fi.

Place: Outside — Cave

Yui: Nn…

(Is this place… the cave? I wonder if I was carried back here, I probably fell asleep as soon as we returned)

(Maybe I should go back to sleep once again…)

Kino: …..

Yui: Ehh… Kino-kun!?

Kino: You overslept again. Wasn’t my sleeping princess talking about getting up earlier today?

Yui: I’m really sorry, I seemed to be really tired and I slept pretty soundly as well.

(T-That really surprised me. Kino-kun was right in front of my face when I woke up)

Kino: ...Your hair is all tousled. No matter how you’d put it, it looks really awful, y’know?

Yui: I can’t help it since I just woke up, okay?

Kino: Shut it. Let me fix this messy hair of yours for you while you simply stay quiet, ’kay?

Yui: Uh… sure.

(I-I wonder, why is he using his finger to brush my hair? It’s somehow embarrassing…)

Um… where’s everyone?

Kino: They got up a while ago and started preparing themselves. You’re the only one who still slept until now.

Reiji was about to start a strategy meeting from this time forward anyway.

Are you really gonna force yourself to join us in this kind of state though? You could still sleep as things are now.

Yui: No, I’m good. I’ll participate in this meeting too.

Kino: Fine, then let’s go.

Yui: (Ah… he simply left)

(To be honest, I didn’t think Kino-kun would make me feel better as easy as he did just now though)

(And having him stroke my hair was really nice too…)

I mean, I obviously have to worry about the strategy meeting from now on first!

(Gosh, just what was I thinking a second ago…)

*time passed*

Yui: Umm, good morning, everyone!

Laito: Did you finally get up, Bitch-chan? Seems as if you slept really comfortably.

I was about to mess around with you if you were still sleeping... doing all kinds of things... you know?♪

Ayato: Shut up, pervert.

Yui: Ahaha...

(I was so worried about coming here, but I guess I totally forgot that everyone’s memories already returned to them)

Kanato: Aren’t there any sweets available here? I can’t stand this anymore. I want to go home as soon as possible.

Yui: I-I’m sorry Kanato-kun. You have to be a little more patient.

Subaru: Fuck, what kind of a punishment game is it to sleep in the same space as these guys!?

I can’t sleep calmly because I don’t have my casket with me here.

Yui: I’m really sorry about that...

(Why am I even apologizing in the first place...)

Kino: Hey, you. Did you really use to live with these selfish guys?

Yui: I’m also questioning my personal experiences so far...

Reiji: Be quiet. If everyone has prepared themselves, we shall start holding another strategy meeting.

The topic of this discussion… shall be how we possibly could get out of this place, right?

Yui: ….. !

(I can finally face this problem together with everyone in the Sakamaki family)

(Maybe we can finally find an opening to get out of here like this… !)

Reiji: As Kino and others already mentioned, if this truly is a space which is completely isolated from the outside world...

The number of people who can do such impressive tricks are limited.

Subaru: Then who did this?

Shu: ...Our father, obviously.

Ayato: Ngh… that old geezer!?

Kino: ...As expected, they all think so.

Yui: Kino-kun…

Reiji: No, it is way too early to conclude that this might be our fathers doing after all.

However, it can be inferred that our father or someone with equivalent power created this space.

Kanato: What is it that you are talking about?

Reiji: This might be a simple guess, but we could easily judge this by the names of the supreme ruler and Eve.

Subaru: Tch, the nerve to do this shitty thing again...

Laito: Hey, if we try something out, we might actually achieve something.

If we can live up to their expectations, do you think we could get out?

Reiji: Well, that could be the case indeed.

Yui: But what should we do in order to live up to their expectations then?

Kino: It’s about fighting for the supreme leader, so why don’t we kill each other until there’s only one of us standing?

Yui: Kino-kun!

Kino: And if we don’t do that, why doesn’t the sleeping beauty herself choose her prince to be with?

Yui: A-Are you being serious about this right now… ?

Reiji: Let us return to that. As Kino already said, killing each other appears to be infertile.

But does anyone else have something else in mind?

Monologue

After that, Reiji-san and the others tried finding a solution for us to return back to the real world, but in the end they didn’t get to any conclusion.

In the meantime, time is the only thing that’s progressing.

As things were now, we were only going around circles, and therefore decided to interrupt this discussion to take a break.

Place: Outside — Cave

Yui: (Ah… speaking of which, Kino-kun was gone before I even noticed it)

(I wonder where he went?)

Reiji: You. Where do you think you are going?

Yui: Ah ... well, it looks like Kino-kun isn’t there, so I wanted to go out a little and look for him.

Reiji: Make sure not to go too far. There is still a possibility that someone from another family might be wandering around outside.

The others’ memories have not returned yet. Which means, they will aim for you if they spot you.

Yui: Yes, I know... I’ll be careful.

(He’s right. Everyone else’s memories are still weird)

(In that case, I have to be really cautious...)

Place: Outside — Cave entrance

Yui: (Kino-kun, where did you go? I really hope you’re somewhere nearby)

Ah… Kino-kun!

Kino: What? Why are you here too?

Yui: When I noticed you weren’t there anymore, I started to get worried. Why did you come here anyway?

Kino: ...I was wondering if I could see any shooting stars if I go outside.

But, this is a fake space. It has a fake night sky… which obviously means there won’t be any shooting stars falling down.

Yui: I see...

(Since everything is covered with trees, even the night sky can hardly be seen)

(But despite that, he still came here to try and see the stars. I wonder what he thought about?)

(After all, Kino-kun’s profile still looks somewhat lonely to me…)

Kino: If you’ve got anything to say to me, why not say it to my face instead of staring at me like that?

Yui: Ah, s-sorry! To be honest, I’d really like to see the stars too.

By the way, what did you say before to me? The stars always guided you, if I recall correctly?

Kino: Yeah, I did say that. What about it?

Yui: That sentence felt really important when you said it, so I kept thinking about it all the time. And I simply wondered what you mean by that.

...But if you don’t want to talk about it, I’m obviously not forcing you to say anything.

Kino: Nah… it doesn’t matter. It’s not like I have anything to hide from you anymore.

...When I was still a child, my father, Karlheinz, abandoned me in the demon worlds hinterland.

I don’t remember much of that time back then, but I do know that I was left behind there. Left on a cursed plot of land which was fully covered in the smell of rotten fruits.

Yui: A cursed place… in the demon world...

Kino: I was trying my best to keep walking despite tripping over rotten mud and being left in darkness. But even if I ended up in another place, there was nobody there.

I was so lonely I eventually started believing that I’d end up dying like this.

And in that moment… I saw a shooting star falling down for the first time. It was like an affirmation for my whole life to continue.

Yui: ….. !

Kino: My father… I desperately continued to think about why Karlheinz would’ve abandoned me as he did.

But I’m still certain there must’ve been a reason. Because at that time, the stars saving me felt as if it was fate.

I’m more than convinced that there must’ve been a reason why I was chosen for that.

Yui: Is that why you believe you’re the most suitable one for gaining his powers… ?

Kino: Exactly. With those powers in my hands, even those other stupid guys would have to realise that it was my destiny to get them.

Until now, nobody has ever acknowledged my existence so far.

But I’ll be recognized. Once I’ll have absolute power, no one will be able to go against me anymore.

Yui: (The stars guided him… and the stars gave him affirmation一)

(I see. The reason why Kino-kun is so particularly interested in gaining his power is...)

Choices

1) Someone recognizing him (white)♡♡♡

2) Proof of being alive (black)

一 Someone recognizing him ♡

Yui: (Kino-kun, I’m sure he just wants someone to recognize him. His existence in general一)

(But this is really sad thinking about it…)

Kino: What’s with the depressed face now?

Yui: It’s nothing... I just thought about it for a moment.

Even if you might not be able to show off your power, I’m sure there are people who will recognize you, Kino-kun.

Kino: Hah? I don’t need this kind of thing. You’re simply saying this half-minded stuff to pity myself again.

Yui: I do believe in that though. And so would Yuri-san.

一 Proof of being alive

Yui: (I think he wants proof that he’s being alive)

(After all, I’ve heard him talking about being strongly oppressed by others several times before)

Was there anyone around you that you could’ve possibly put trust in?

Kino: Well, that might be true.

Yui: But only Yuri-san is this kind of special person, right?

end Choices

Kino: Eh… Yuri… why do you know Yuri’s name?

Yui: Ah… ! Um, err…

(I know I should’ve kept silent about that, but it accidentally slipped out of my mouth…)

(But now that I’ve already said it, there’s no point in hiding it anymore)

I might’ve heard you sleep-talking and saying that name while doing so.

Kino: What, so that’s it? Is listening to other people talk in their sleep one of your hobbies or something?

Yui: I’m really sorry…

Kino: It’s true that Yuri and I’ve been together for a really long time already. We’ve always been close to each other after all.

Which is why I’m sure Yuri’s still undoubtedly waiting for my return.

Yui: ...Nn. I see… that’s probably true...

Kino: ….. ? What’s wrong?

Yui: Nothing, let’s just try our best to go back to the real world as soon as possible.

Kino: Yeah, you’re right.

Yui: (So he does think Yuri-san’s waiting for his return as well. Why did my chest hurt so much when I heard him say this right now though?)

(I should at least try to act happy for Kino-kun to be able to return to someone as important as her)

Kino: After all of this is over, you’ll also be able to live with your beloved Sakamaki guys again. Aren’t you happy about that too?

Yui: Yes, I am… I want to go home soon too.

Kino: ...Nn.

Well, remember once you returned home. I’ll come and get rid of all of you.

Yui: T-That’s not something I want to remember...

Kino: ….. !

Yui: What’s wrong?

Kino: ...Someone is heading towards this way.

Yui: Eh… ?

*someone walks up*

Yui: ….. ! Carla-san…

Kou: So you really were in a place like this. No wonder it was so quiet when we went to Scarlet’s mansion.

Azusa: Eve… we’ve been… looking for you.

Yui: Kou-kun, Azusa-kun…

Carla: Obediently hand over Eve to me. Someone like you is simply not fit for the tasks of a supreme ruler.

Kino: ...So they really did end up finding us, hm? It would’ve been easy if it was only Kou and Azusa, but Carla is here with them too.

Yui: (What should we do? Everyone is still inside the cave… !)

Kino: It’s alright. We know Carla can’t remember anything about being a founder, which should make things somehow manageable.

Yui: Why?

Kino: Because he doesn’t remember being a founder, he wouldn’t know he has any sort of great power to begin with.

Even if he’s a founder, he doesn’t know anything about how strong his powers are, which means there is something we can do after all.

Yui: (Is he reaching into his pocket? What on earth is he about to do?)

*Kino’s pocket rushles*

Carla: Just what is it that you are hiding? You will not be able to escape from me with a little trick you might have up your sleeves.

Kino: I know that already. So 一 I’ll do this instead!

Carla: Kch… !

Kou: Ngh… ! What was that… !?

Azusa: My body… it won’t move...

Yui: (Why did Carla-san’s and the others’ state change so quickly all of the sudden… ?)

Carla: You… what did you do… !?

Kino: Now we’ve earned a little time!

While we still can, run!

Yui: A-Alright!

*they start running*

Yui: But, Kino-kun! What did you do to them!?

Kino: It’s a talisman with magical power. It’s an item that can suppress any devil’s power for a certain period of time!

Well, it’s a one time only item, so that’s it.

Yui: These kinds of things exist!?

Kino: I’m the only one who has things like this here, right? Seems as if I accidentally brought it with me alongside my smartphone.

But that doesn’t matter right now, we have to let the others know about this as soon as possible first… !

Yui: Ah, everyone! You’ve come outside...

Reiji: What is it you are making this much noise for? It is almost as if you encountered an enemy raid.

Yui: It’s Carla-san! He came here with Kou-kun and Azusa-kun!

Kino: Carla and the others are unable to move right now. We have to make a run for it while we still can!

Kanato: And where exactly do you expect us to run?

Kino: I know a place where nobody should expect us to be!

Subaru: Doesn’t that sound kinda sloppy? Does a place like that even exist here!?

Laito: I don’t think Carla came here with the plan to aim for us though.

Shu: Yes. It’s obvious that they’re merely suspicious of their absent brothers being accompanied by other guys.

Ayato: Then what are we supposed to do?

Kino: Even so, we still need a place to hide ourselves in...

There’s no other choice than that!

*Kino leaves*

Yui: Kino-kun, where are you going!?

Kino: It’s fine, just follow me!

Yui: Kino-kun…

(Let’s follow him. I believe in Kino-kun一!)

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sunshinecrashed · 4 years ago

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falling for you

kamado tanjiro x reader

training turned tension starters, “...do we always end up on top of each other?”

summary: the two times you fall onto him, and the one time he falls onto you.

word count: 1,800+

warnings: minor injuries, fighting demons, just a tiny bit of suggestiveness mainly just fluff tho :)

a/n: i enjoyed writing this *so much* holy shit

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The first time you “fell for him” was during the Final Selection.

Dusk was settling over the forest fast, and you were snoring away in a dreamless sleep. You were currently high up in one of the trees laying on a branch with your back to the trunk, your Nichirin blade laying across your lap.

This had quickly become a routine for you; regain your energy by sleeping during the day, and slay the demons in the forest at night. But the exhaustion must have finally settled in, and you haven’t woken up yet despite the setting sun.

On the forest floor, a young demon slayer with a hanafuda earrings was already awake and alert, prepared for the night to come. As the wind shifted direction, his nose caught the scent of... someone new? Under the first layer of dirt and dried blood (an expected combination that he had become familiar with), he caught the faint scent of cherry blossoms and something that vaguely reminded him of warmth.

Tanjiro closed his eyes in concentration as he tried to pinpoint the owner. With a little "oh!”, he found himself looking up towards the tree tops where he caught a glimpse of you sitting on a branch.

“Ah, that makes sense.” he said with a smile. With all of the other demon slayers scattered around the forest, it had been a little while since he had come in contact with another person.

Should he try to get your attention? Night was quickly approaching and it would be immoral for him to just leave you there vunerable.... and it didn’t look like you were going to wake up any time soon with how deep in sleep you were.

“Umm.. Excuse me?” He cupped his hands and tried to call up.

Not even a peep from you. You snored away, blissfully unaware. Tanjiro tried again, this time a little louder. “Hello?”

A twitch of the leg. Hey, at least he was getting somewhere!

And finally, after one last “HELLO???” you jerked awake with a loud gasp, sitting upright with too much momentum. Tanjiro’s eyes widened as he saw you lose your balance and not-so-gracefully tumble out of the tree.

You yelped in fear, preparing to hit the ground before you were caught in someone’s sturdy arms. But nothing could have prepared Tanjiro for the impact, and you both crashed to the ground, which was still better than falling straight to the ground out of a tree.

“Ouch...” You rubbed your head a little before you realized that you were currently interlaced with someone else. Your eyes met with gentle dark red ones and at last you said, “Oh my god! I am so so sorry--” as you helped him up.

The demon slayer laughed brightly as he took your hand.

"It’s no problem! Really, it was my fault for surprising you in the first place.” He commented with a nonchalant smile. He looked really handsome when he did that, especially in the last few rays of light before nightfall.

You smiled back with a light blush on your face. “Nah, it’s okay. I’m [Name], it’s nice to meet you!” you introduced.

“Nice to meet you, [Name],” he said brightly. “My name is Kamado Tanjiro. Want to stick together until we’re out of this forest?”

-- -- --

The second time you “fell for him” was on Natagumo Mountain, against the Spider Family.

After the Final Selection a few months back, you and Tanjiro accompanied each other through every mission. You actually got along really well with him, and his kind-hearted nature let you two bond together seamlessly.

Along the way, you got to meet with his sister Nezuko, who (after you got over the initial shock of) you discovered was very sweet and filled with curiosity. Zenitsu was a real oddball at first, begging you to marry him and later clinging to you at the Drum House. But, like with most people, he grew on you after some time, and you enjoyed teasing him about his loneliness (to which he would playfully hit you with his sleeves and halfheartedly cry in denial). Inosuke on the other hand... was an interesting thing. Some days, he would quietly absorb your praise as he processed your kindness to him, and other days he would yell at you to fight him so that he could confirm his strength.

This little group of weirdo’s that you’ve somehow been wrapped up in has found its way into your heart, and you wouldn’t trade them for the world. Yes, you valued your friendship with them, but you couldn’t help feeling that what you had with Tanjiro was... different.

The four of you (and Nezuko) were currently deep in the Natagumo forest, clashing swords with the puppet Mizunotos.

As your blade met a puppet’s with a sharp clang, you gritted your teeth and called out to Tanjiro, “There’s a few more over here! How do they just keep coming--”

Before you could finish your sentence, you hardly realized that the tiny spiders had connected their threads to your arms and shoulders, and you were pulled up into the trees, wrists tied together.

Tanjiro whipped around when he heard your cry and the sound of your sword falling.

“[Name]!” He gasped, abandoning his current fight with a different puppet. Your arm was being pulled into a brutal position and tears welled up in your eyes as you cried out in pain.

His body moved before he could even process it, and before he knew it, he had slashed the threads holding you in place, dropping you both to the ground. With a crash that was all to similar to the first time you met, this time you found yourself on top of him while he looked up at you concerned.

“Shit, [Name] are you okay?” He asked worriedly. You brushed the tears from your eyes as you quickly nodded and confirmed, “..Yeah, I’m alright. Thank you, Tanjiro. That could have gotten really nasty.”

“Of course.. but will you be able to fight with that arm?” His eyes scanned you for any more injuries. You gave him a reassuring smile. “It was my non-dominant arm. They’ll have to try a lot harder to get me!”

Tanjiro let out a breath of relief that he didn’t know he was holding.

“Thank goodness. You’re really important to me.” His eyes widened before he stuttered out, “I-I mean, what I was trying to say was--”

It was only then that he realized that you were still on top of him, and a blush steadily grew onto his face as he froze. He could feel the warmth of your body through your uniform, and as a fleeting thought, he concluded that he really enjoyed your scent this close up--

“HEY! QUIT YOUR YAPPING!” Inosuke interrupted, as he charged towards you both with the intention of head-butting you both.

“eep!”

-- -- --

For the third and (hopefully) final time, it was actually Tanjiro that fell for you.

All of you guys had been staying at the Butterfly Estate under the care of Shinobu and the other kind girls. You came out of the Natagumo attack with relatively light injuries, except for your arm, which you later found out had small fractures in it that needed a few weeks to fully heal, and a shoulder strain. But Tanjiro, Zenitsu and Inosuke had it the worst, with a large handful of concerning injuries spread between all of them.

Even as your arm recovered, you still stayed at the Mansion to partake in the daily training exercises and practicing Total Concentration: Constant. Tanjiro was the one working the hardest to master this, and to your bewilderment, he even went out on the rooftop while everyone was asleep to fully immerse himself.

You rubbed the sleep from your eyes as you glanced around the room, realizing that Tanjiro’s bed was empty.

‘Is he out meditating again?’ you wondered.

Inosuke laid on your left side sprawled out in a star-fish fashion, his boar’s head still on his shoulders even in sleep. A few beds over, Zenitsu was curled up in the fetal position while he snored remarkably loud.

‘One of these nights I’m going to smother him with a pillow--’ you thought while you slid your legs out of bed and shuffled over to the door, shivering at the cold ground.

Just as you thought, Tanjiro was sitting on the rooftop, eyes closed, sit in a criss-cross fashion to keep himself upright. You sighed as you carefully climbed up to sit beside him, gently coaxing him out of his meditation with the soft calling of his name.

‘--anjiro. Tanjiro..?’ He opened his eyes to see you already looking at him, with pink dusted over your cheeks. You hoped that your blush could be passed off as an indication of the cold air. Definitely not my feelings for Tanjiro, nope.

Your lips quirked up, making his heat beat a just a tad bit faster at the sight. “Sorry to bother you,” You tucked some hair behind your ear. “I got a little curious when I saw that you weren’t in your bed.”

“Don’t worry about it! It’s a little chilly out, so lets go back inside.” He stood up and reached his roughened hand out for you to steady yourself onto. Once he felt your softer hand in his, the butterflies in his stomach that he was trying so hard to brush off erupted, and he couldn’t fight the beaming of his smile.

And once you saw him smile, you knew it was over for you too.

As you both made your way down from the roof, Tanjiro’s hand slipped from yours as he lost footing with a yelp.

“T-Tanjiro!” You reacted as quick as you could, your practiced reflexes jumping into action as you caught him before he could hit the ground. You dove into a roll so that you didn’t hurt him, and ended up with his legs tangled in yours.

This time the roles were switched as you held him in your arms, both of you sharing the same wide-eyed expression. Tanjiro was the first one to snap out of it, asking “..Do we always end up on top of each other?” with a soft smile.

You quickly stood up with him and began your stuttering apology before he cut you off.

“What are you--” Tanjiro gently shushed you by pulling you by the waist and pressing his lips against yours. Your whole body froze up as you realized that Tanjiro was kissing you.

He broke the kiss after a second and immediately gasped, letting out a hurried “I’m so sorry-- I should have asked you first!” He closed his eyes and prepared to face the backlash.

But he faced none as he was only met with the feeling of soft lips against his own.

Once he understood that you were okay with it (more than okay with it), he smiled against your lips and pressed your warm body into his. In return, your hands found their way around his neck and into the curls of his dark red hair.

Somewhere in between all of the tumbles you both took, you must have truly fallen for each other.

#kamado tanjiro x reader #tanjiro x reader #demon slayer x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny x reader #x reader #oh fuck i rlly loved writing this ^v^

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crusherthedoctor · 4 years ago

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Sonic Heroes: Sweet or Shite? - Part 1: SILVER

There are some heroes I like. And there are some heroes I don’t like. But why do I feel about them the way I do? That’s where this comes in.

This is a series in which I go into slightly more detail about my thoughts on the heroes in the Sonic the Hedgehog franchise, and why I think they either work well, or fall flat (or somewhere in-between). I’ll be giving my stance on their designs, their personalities, and what they had to show for themselves over the course of time. Two things to keep in mind:

1. These reviews will be focusing mainly on game portrayals. Though alternate media will occasionally be mentioned, it'll be for the sake of adding onto a point if a portrayal is similar enough, or to compare and contrast if a portrayal is different enough.

2. These are just my own personal thoughts. Whether you agree or disagree, feel free to share your own thoughts and opinions! I don’t bite. :>

Anyhow, for today’s installment, I decided to challenge myself by starting off with a complicated one. Born from the future, and never content to stay put in said future, it's the saviour whose debut came from the most unfortunate game... Silver the Hedgehog.

The Gist: Once upon a time, in the distant future, there was an idealistic young hedgehog named Silver, gifted with the power of telekinesis for reasons unknown. With his amazing potential, he was truly destined for a wonderful, prosperous li-just kidding, it was shit.

“All two of us.”

For as long as he knew, the world was forever plagued by Iblis, the terrible Flames of Disaster. Cities stood in ruin, flames stood high, the floor was lava... it was a bitter life to be certain, all thanks to Iblis. Not even defeating the titular creature did much good, since it would simply come back to be a shitty boss fight another day. What was he - and his friend, Blaze, a character we definitely never saw before and definitely didn't have a completely different backstory before - to do?

Trust the first person he sees, of course. Even if they look like they might be related to the same Flames of Disaster that he fights so constantly.

If he had eyelids, he'd be winking at the camera.

This mysterious fellow, Mephiles the Dark, informed Silver that if he were to wipe out Iblis for real, he would need to take a trip into the past, and eliminate the root of the problem... Sonic the Hedgehog? That was what Mephiles claimed, yes. What was his proof? There was no proof.

That was good enough for Silver.

Oh look, it's Fleetway Sonic.

After an elaborate series of events, which should sound exciting but really isn't because it was just Silver going “Iblis Trigger grrr” in varying tones of voice, he was finally able to corner the blue hedgehog... twice! And despite having less fighting know-how than the hero who saved the world plenty of times, he effortlessly came close to killing the blue hedgehog... twice!

This looks like a jobbing for...

Why twice? The first time was halted by Sonic's friend Amy Rose, who Silver had met beforehand after she mistook him for Sonic, an understandable mistake that even the keenest of eyes would be forgiven for making.

The second time was also interrupted, this time by Shadow the Hedgehog. There's only room for one controversial non-blue male hedgehog in this franchise, sonny boy. Actually, his reasons were more benevolent than that: he wanted to show Silver the truth about what was going on, by time travelling to the incident that gave birth to Iblis. Why was one able to to this, so long as more than one Chaos Emerald was present? No one knew.

That was good enough for Silver.

“I challenge you to a dumb-off.”

As it turned out, Iblis was one half of a sun god called Solaris, the other half being the aforementioned Mephiles. The Duke of Soleanna wanted to reunite with his late wife by harnessing Solaris' power, which succeeded from a certain point of view since he's dead now too. The resulting blunder split Solaris into two halves. One half was all brawn, with little capacity for intelligence. The other half was Iblis.

Understanding the error of his ways, and after making peace with Sonic, Silver went back to the future to try something different, which consisted of doing the same thing he always did. Luckily for him, the script decided it would work this time, albeit at the cost of Blaze sacrificing herself... Maybe? Sort of? It’s not entirely clear what happened to her, and it’s not like this was the last we ever saw of her.

~La laaaaaa, la laaaaaa, la laaaaaa, heading to a better game, la laaaaaa~

But ohhhhh nooooo, turns out THAT didn't solve anything either! In the present, Sonic was killed by Mephiles, after the latter realised he should probably do that already if he wanted to make any progress at all with his plan. This incident led to Iblis being brought into the present, and they fused to become the omnipotent Solaris once more. Such power... such divinity... such devastation...

Actually, he was really easy. The antlion from Underground Zone was harder.

Manchild robots - 1, god of time - 0.

With their super forms in tow, Silver, Shadow, and the revived Sonic joined forces to defeat Solaris, with Sonic in particular going the extra step in retconning Solaris out of existence entirely. Since time itself reset, meaning Iblis was no longer a memory, Silver's timeline was given a second chance. What was he to look forward to in this new, promising future?

Shit.

The Design: Let's take a closer look at Silver's appearance, shall we?

Or rather, a certain thing that's wrong with it.

He's holding up fifteen fingers.

Yes, you all know what I'm pointing to: the hairstyle. Let it be known that I'm very aware of the intention behind this design choice. It's supposed to be based on the Japanese Red Maple Leaf, which holds a lot of relevant symbolism for Silver's character. This is a fine idea in theory, and I can respect the intent and the creativity.

But here's the thing: If it looks like a ganja leaf, people are going to say it looks like a ganja leaf. I know some fans will gnash their teeth at me saying this, but the fact of the matter is that intentions and ideas, no matter how good they may be on paper, don't always translate well into the final product. Unleashed Secret Rings Black Knight Sonic '06 in general is certainly no stranger to showcasing examples of that, and Silver's hairstyle is no exception. There are ways to incorporate symbolism in a character’s design without making them look like meme bait in the process, and no amount of “umm ackshually” will change that, I'm afraid.

That said, there's another reason why I'm staying clean of Silver marijuana: it doesn't work for a hedgehog character. With the other hedgehogs, their hairstyles are simple and get the point across: Sonic's goes without saying, Shadow's is more angular to befit a slightly rougher hero, and Amy's is a cute bob cut of sorts. But Silver? Even without the ganja, you've still got the two tentacles making up the back of his head.

I'd rather not be reminded of hentai quills, thanks.

“I thought Crusher-san would like it :’(”

I do find it hilarious that they went through numerous designs for Silver, and this was what they chose to go with. Some of his prototype designs may have fared better had any of them been used instead... but we didn't end up with any of those ones. We ended up with this one, therefore I'm judging this one.

But don’t worry, it’s not all bad with Silver...

The Personality: As far as actual character goes, Silver's personality is as straightfoward as most characters in the series, yet it's no less interesting, because it took a while for it to fully evolve to what it currently is. The seeds of his character - a good-natured yet awkward and rather insecure kind of guy, who doesn't fully understand how the present time works - have always been there, but it was often downplayed in earlier titles due to him being hungry for Iblis Trigger blood... or being an arsehole for no reason.

Although to be fair, everyone in Rivals is an arsehole for no reason.

Eventually though, after the writers gave him a Snickers, these traits got more opportunity to shine. Mostly in side media admittedly, but it's been noted in the games as well. With no Iblis to angst over, he's proven to be a surprisingly bubbly chap, who just wants to know how you're all doing, fellow anthro kids. And whereas his naivety was previously used for intended tragedy to benefit the evil plan of a guy who thought taking the -istoph- out of Mephistopheles would make him inconspicuous, now it's been used for a bunch of low-key contexts that do a much better job at endearing him to the player.

Finally, something I can relate to.

Hell, he even seems to have learned from the Mephiles incident, as he was quick to make it clear to the next shadowy deep-voiced anthro with demonic eyes he met that he wasn't gonna fall for any of them fibs no more, ya hear?

“YouTube and Twitter don’t count.”

All in all, it works well enough, in my opinion. His personality does pave the way for some funny and wholesome moments, and since they’re no longer trying to build him up like he’s Shadow 2.0, he's nowhere near as much of a tool as he was before. So I guess you could say... I like it?

Does this mean I can say that I like the character as a whole then, design and '06-induced idiocy aside?

Well, not quite...

The Execution: This is where the complication part comes into play. We know now that I like his personality, not so much his design, but that's only the half of it. It would be more accurate to say that I like his personality... and dislike everything else.

Aside from that, obviously.

For starters, the creation process for his character and story was summed up with, in their own words, “Think Trunks from Dragon Ball Z”. So he comes off as rather lazy and uninspired. Now I'm not expecting my Sonic characters to be 100% unique, there's always going to be similarities to other franchises no matter what you do, even if subconsciously or by complete coincidence. Taking inspiration in itself is no big deal at all.

But... was that it? Copying a DBZ character to such a blatant extent? Was there no other thought put into it?

Naturally, this ties into an overarching problem: the franchise's mid-00's habit of trying way too hard to be the anthro Dragon Ball Z. Sonic has had DBZ influences since the early days, with the Chaos Emeralds and Super Sonic, but it didn't assimilate itself into every waking aspect of his universe. It was merely an additional flavor that added to the complete package, in the same way that a Death Star with a moustache didn't mean the franchise was suddenly Star Wars the Hedgehog.

But come the turn of the millenium, nearly every main title in the series ended with Super Sonic and/or Super Shadow saving the day, while everyone else either stood around being useless, or only helping in ways that no one actually cares about. Including the in-universe President apparently, since only Sonic and Shadow were featured in the photo on his desk.

Amy smiled. “I guess the rest of us can go fuck ourselves, huh?”

This reached its peak with - of course - Sonic '06, with Silver in particular being an obvious result of this then-ongoing trend. And yes, it would be unfair to use him as a scapegoat, considering it was already a problem long before he turned up. But moreso than even Shadow, it's an era that Silver is forever a relic of, for better or for worse.

But it doesn't stop there. Since Silver is considered a mainstay character, his gimmick of being from the future also creates problems of its own, because in order for him to make further appearances, he keeps turning up for little explained reason, and thus he suffers the Deadly Six problem of being shoved into places where he doesn't belong, for fanservice's own sake. Take Sonic Colours DS for example, where he went back in time JUST to check out Eggman's theme park... Okay...?

On one hand, I’d visit it too, since it's made by Eggman. On the other hand, I’d stay clear of it, since it's made by Eggman.

And when there IS a justification with more weight to it? It's just recycling the '06 routine of trying to avert his ruined future, which isn't much better. The cause may differ depending on the story, but if his future is a permanent shitehole for one reason or another, he might as well cut out the middle man and stay in the present altogether, since that's where his friends are anyway. But they seem intent on not doing that, despite the future schtick being a noose around his neck at this point.

In hindsight, maybe this was a hint to how the rest of the arc would turn out.

And then there's his dynamic with a certain purple cat... No, not Big. The other one.

“I’m here, by the way.”

Simply put: I don't like this dynamic. At all. Or rather, I don't like how they keep milking it. Blaze's backstory was radically changed to justify her presence in Silver's future, and it really shows, since she barely even shows up half the time, as if the developers themselves forgot she was in the game. But her backstory has since been restored to her original alternate dimension interpretation, so hanging around with the grey hedgehog is all good now, right?

To be brutally honest, I probably wouldn't care for this dynamic regardless. But I would be more willing to tolerate it, and I'd refrain from groaning every time they're seen together... if they weren't intent on playing it up so much in spite of '06 being wiped out, sometimes with a bit of commentary involving their thoughts and memories, which only succeeds at making things more confusing. If Blaze is around, Silver will be nearby, and if he's not at first, he will be soon enough. This franchise does have a problem in general with restricting who's allowed to interact with who (I personally believe Sonic Heroes may have led to this, or at least it accelerated it), but I'd argue it's at its most insufferable here, with Blaze's potential and her entire world taking a backseat to being the sidekick of Ganja Man.

And you might say “Well, it's part of the franchise now, so you'll just have to accept it”. To which I ask: Have you accepted Two Worlds? Have you accepted Solo Sonica? Have you accepted Sonic's friends not doing much as of late?

Yeah. That's what I thought. “It’s just how it is” doesn’t mean you can’t criticise it.

Meanwhile, Marine is lucky enough to get so much as a shout out.

So yeah, I have quite an extensive list of grievances involving poor Silver. But... very little of it has to do with him, right? They're all indirect problems that he just so happens to be linked to, as opposed to someone like Chris Thorndyke, who is genuinely a shit character through and through. This is more comparable to Tails being bitchy in Lost World, or Amy being manipulative in Chronicles, or Sonic being a smug dumbass in IDW, or Shadow not wearing a Hawaiian shirt in Boom. Frustrating, regrettable, but not really the character's own fault.

Yet even after all that, there's one last kick in the teeth... How do you fix all this? And how do you fix it when he's since gained a sizable fandom, many of whom like him for these very attributes? If you leave it as it is, you're stuck with this big, awkward mess that everyone pretends to ignore. If you try to do something about it, you'll get complaints about disrespecting the True Silver Spirit, and you’ll get questions about why you didn't create a new character instead... And if you did use a new character for the sake of a clean slate, THEN you'd get complaints about not using Silver.

It's a tough call to be sure, and it's such a shame because like I said, I do appreciate his personality, so I can't say he's bad outright. But with all this... clutter, I can only put him in the average category. So, in he goes.

Crusher Gives Silver a: Thumbs Sideways!

Well, I'm glad this one's out of the way. Putting my thoughts into words with Silver was harder than it should have been. I do slightly regret starting this series off on a rather downer note, but rest assured, it's a lot more positive from this point onwards, since while I have higher praise for some heroes more than others, the hero characters as a whole fare a lot better than the majority of villains not named Eggman.

I guess you could say that I hope to show why Sonic's friends aren't as shitty as the haters would suggest. ;)

#Sonic Heroes: Sweet or Shite?#Opinion #Sonic the Hedgehog #Silver the Hedgehog

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geekgemsspooksandtoons · 4 years ago

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Miranda

This is a story set within my Bioshock Rebirth AU. A reimaging/reboot of the Bioshock franchise. https://geekgemsspookyblog.tumblr.com/post/626141727587270656/bioshock-rebirth-timeline-this-is-a-timeline-of-an Just as a heads up if anyone is wondering about the context. I’ve had some stories in my drafts for a long time now and I’m finally publicly sharing them.

I’m finally gonna write this story. I just wanna admit this was a story idea I think I’ve had since August. Who’s Miranda exactly? She’s basically a Little Sister OC. In all seriousness this isn’t your first appearance. But this will be I guess her real or better introduction. I’ve joked about her and mentioned her to friends like @feckinatlas and @fishtankinhouse

Amazingly this story was inspired by @pikablob who made this Owl House fic here. https://pikablob.tumblr.com/post/625383445502246912/squishes-pikablob-the-owl-house-cartoon I’ve been just lazy to write this. I made this post in the drafts when I was living in the guest room while my room was being remodeled.

Miranda is a character that just....I guess she came to life on her own when I thought of that story. Or just the idea if one of those Little Sisters had Autism. This was inspired by a couple of things or whatever. I love this character. Despite I haven’t thought much of her. I should just write this dang story. I’ll talk about other details in another post somewhere.

Archie and Elizabeth were in Tenenbaum’s safehouse. As of now after going tough missions sent to Archie by Atlas. It was nice to catch a breath finally. As they were safe in this area. Where the rescued Little Sisters could stay safe from harm. While Brigid was working her make shift lab and checking her supplies. The two young adults were playing with the children. They genuinely liked being around the kids. It felt like a nice break after the nightmares going on in this city. It was reminding them of what else was at stake. That they weren’t just trying to escape or help out the poorer citizens of Rapture. But these children as well.

They were living in what was a sewer section of the slums. Reasons why because Brigid knew she couldn’t do her progress in her own apartment. After being made public of what she had done. The public demonized her. Many people wanted her dead.

Brigid was lucky to find a place where sewer workers had set up a living space. Because sometimes the workers would live here in case if a pipe was busted or so. There were some rooms for some people to sleep in. It wasn’t much. But over the past 4 years, she gradually tried to make it a living space. A makeshift lab, one shower with one bathtub in one bathroom, two rooms with two beds in each, a little dining area, and one laundry room. Brigid was grateful to find a little place like this. The biggest space was where the children would sleep in bunkbeds.

For the past 4 years she gradually got resources around certain places. Especially toys for the kids if more were to live here. It was so hard yet she kept trying. She tried to make it seem like a daycare center for them. To make those kids feel welcomed. Along with making sure they knew where to go the bathroom. It took a long while. But she seemed to have gotten it handled.

The children took kindly to Elizabeth. Probably because it was rare for the children to see another woman other than Mama Tenenbaum. She got along with them just fine. Despite never dealing with children before. She was like a big sister to them. If she had the time, she would hang out with them. Considering Brigid was mostly at work or so. Even though she tried to make the place as comfy as possible.

While at one moment, Elizabeth did hear a mention from a little one that she reminded her of someone like her. But Elizabeth didn’t understand. Maybe it was someone else she knew. Elizabeth didn’t dwell on it.

Archie never dealt with children too. Yet he was so gentle with them. In fact kind of like Elizabeth. He seemed to really enjoy being around them. They looked to him as if he was a older brother. He had rescued them and made sure they were safe. While Elizabeth had Bluto growing up. Archie hardly had anyone. To him interacting with these children who genuinely liked him made him feel less lonely than how he usual was.

The two young adults were sitting on the floor crisscrossed. Elizabeth took time drawing on some papers with crayons with Sally. While Archie played with some trying to build a castle with blocks.

“That’s a pretty flower Sally.” Elizabeth told the girl. Sally had colored the drawn flower yellow. “I’m gonna draw a blue one. Tell me what you think of it after I’m done.” She told her.

When she began drawing her own flower. Another little one had come across her.

“Miss Elizabeth.” The little girl asked her.

“Hi Miranda. What is it?” Elizabeth asked the girl who approached her.

“Can I....touch your cheeks please?” Miranda asked her.

Elizabeth was confused. She questioned why Miranda wanted to do that. But it didn’t seem like anything bad.

“Umm sure you can do that.” Elizabeth told her as she put down the blue crayon and looked at Miranda. After that Miranda decided to calmly put her hands on her cheeks. With then Miranda squishing them a bit. Elizabeth felt a bit confused. Yet Miranda was a sweet girl that she recalled. Yet the squishing went on for a minute. Then another minute. Archie was a bit confused seeing it. But Elizabeth didn’t interrupt her. But after those two minutes, Miranda had decided to stop.

“Is....there anything else you need?” Elizabeth asked the girl.

“No” Miranda told her. The little girl just walked away. After that Elizabeth was just confused. Maybe she liked her face or something.

10 minutes had passed. Elizabeth and Archie decided to check in with Brigid to see if she was doing fine. The kids were just doing their own things. Considering the young adults needed a break.

“Hello Miss Tenenbaum” Elizabeth told her.

“Hey Dr. Tenenbaum” Archie told her as well.

“Hi you too. I saw you were enjoying yourselves.” Brigid told them.

“Yeah it was nice honestly. It was nice just hanging around them more.” Elizabeth told her.

“I saw Miranda was squishing your face.” Brigid said.

“You saw that too?” Archie asked.

“Yes I did see it. Well I mean there’s clear glass here.” Brigid laughed a little after saying that.

“Oh yeah sorry.” Archie said. Forgetting that Brigid could she what was going on in that room.

“Umm Miss Tene-no I’m sorry Brigid” Elizabeth got Brigid’s attention. She just seemed so polite calling Brigid that. Even though Brigid told her she could call her by her first name.

“Yes Elizabeth.” Brigid answered.

“Why do you think she did that?” Elizabeth asked her.

“Ah yes. Why she did that. You two know what Autism is right?” Brigid asked them.

“I have read about it in my books.” Elizabeth told her.

“Yeah I know about it.” Archie said as well.

“Well...she has it.” Brigid told them. The two looked surprised a bit after hearing that.

“Are you being honest with us?” Archie asked her. “I’m sorry to ask.” He told her

“Yes I am and it’s fine Archie. She’s one of the few I know who has it.” Brigid told them as she held a pen in right hand as she looked through the glass. “I wanted to tell you two that. I’ve just been busy and I think you’ve may of noticed she kind of keeps to herself.” Brigid was right. Miranda always seemed shy. She wasn’t a bad kid. Yet she acted differently than some of the other girls. Even though she got along with them. She was usually maybe playing with a little toy train or whatever else.

“How did you find out she had Autism?” Elizabeth asked her. “I read it’s could be tricky to find out if a child may have it.” Elizabeth continued on.

“Because I have it too.” Brigid told them. The two young adults stared at her. Brigid was just still looking through the glass until she looked back the two adults. “Ja I get it. It doesn’t seem like it. But trust me. You start to notice some similar traits.” She said as she decided to look through her drawers to find something. After that she found what she was looking for and got up to get closer to them.

“Again I’ve been busy. When I’m not. I try to tend for them as much as possible. Despite of what I’ve done to them. Especially Miranda.” Brigid said as she wanted to show them something. It was some sort of tangle thing.

“What’s that?” Elizabeth asked. She was curious of what she was seeing.

“A little stim toy I made. I will admit, I made this when I first got her here.” Brigid told them. “The first time she was here. She wasn’t acting right. She was in a pouty mood at times. I think she didn’t like the place here. Sometimes she would have a meltdown. So a lot of times I had to hold on to her and calm her down.” Brigid told them. “I will admit....it was strange seeing someone like me going through a different way of experiencing a disability like that. Because we’re all different.” Brigid continued on.

“But you know considering her new surroundings. It bothered some of the other girls. I knew I always wouldn’t be here to comfort her. Especially in a city like this. So I made this. She was confused by it at first. But when I gave it to her. She loved it.” Brigid told them. “Heh will admit I do like it myself.” Brigid said.

“Why are you telling us this?” Elizabeth asked.

“Because I felt it was important. I just hoped you won’t bothered by her squishing your face. I had worried maybe she needs this. Which is why I’m telling you about it.” Brigid told her. She just looked and messed with the stim toy. The two adults looked at her playing with it. “Scheiße I’m sorry I got distracted.” Brigid said as she sighed.

“Is everything okay?” Archie asked. Brigid suddenly looked saddened.

“I’ll be fine. I just remember one night when she wanted to feel safe. I allowed her to sleep in a bed with me. You know how children get nightmares they go to their parents or loved ones.” Brigid told them. “....I still remember the night she told me about her parents. That they left her at the orphanage because they thought she was....weird....” Brigid continued on as she sound more saddened after saying that.

“Are you saying her parents left her on purpose?” Archie asked.

“From what I’ve gathered....sadly yes. Because of how she is.” Brigid told them. She just looked through the glass to see Miranda keeping to herself. “She was.....strangely happy with that Big Daddy Bouncer....before I killed it.” Brigid said as she looked back at the stim toy. “She’s been here since January this year.....I wonder if she’s grateful for me. Not like I deserve it.” She then noticed Elizabeth put her hands around the stim toy. This made Brigid’s eyes widened and to look at Elizabeth.

“Hey it’s okay....I think she’s grateful to have you. And us.” Elizabeth told her. “Would you like me to take this to her?” Elizabeth asked her.

“....yes. Thank you.” Brigid nodded smiling.

The two young adults went back out. Some sisters were on their beds resting. While some minded their own business. Miranda sat in a corner with her little train she just pushed back and forth. During that moment she was in her little world. She then noticed the two adult’s shadows pop up behind her. With her head turning around to the right.

“Hi” Miranda said softly.

“Hey Miranda.” Elizabeth told her softly. The two adults sat down close to her.

“Hey there. You feeling okay?” Archie asked Miranda.

“I’m okay. Did I make Miss Elizabeth sad or mad?” Miranda asked him.

“Oh no you didn’t. I was just confused of why you squished my face.” Elizabeth said.

“I think your cheeks look nice.” Miranda told them. “They looked soft.” She continued on.

“Yeah they are soft.” Elizabeth smiled softly. She revealed the stim toy. “You remember this?” She asked the little girl.

The little girl gasped. “Mama Tenenbaum’s Tangle.” Miranda said sounding excited.

“Yes it is. Do you want to hold it?” Elizabeth asked her.

“Yes please.” Miranda asked her. Elizabeth gave her the stim toy. “I like this toy a lot.”

“It seems fun. I can’t blame you.” Archie told her. The two adults admired seeing the girl play with it. “Do you feel better right now?” Archie asked her.

“Yes.” Miranda said as she looked at him so happy. She just messed with it. Just like with the train but this time. She seemed more relaxed.

“Hey Miranda. If you want to squish my cheeks. I’ll let you do that if you want to okay.” Elizabeth told her.

“Okay.” Miranda told her smiling. The two just admiring the girl playing with the little stim toy. While behind the glass, Brigid was looking at the with a smile. Seeing a little moment like that reminds her there is still goodness in this city.

#bioshock #bioshock rebirth #bioshock au #archie wynand #elizabeth comstock #brigid tenenbaum

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inkribbon796 · 3 years ago

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The Bee ‘n Boo Ch. 2: Spider Legs and Bumble Bees

Summary: Virgil is uneasy so he goes wandering the halls again, and finds nothing but trouble.

Chapters: 1, 2

The conversation with Logan sat wrong with Virgil and surprise, surprise he was having problems sleeping on this vacation as a result.

After a couple days he finally had enough. It was obvious the owners were watching them closely. Clearly looking for something from them.

Virgil decided he didn’t like the owners of this bed and breakfast, he really didn’t. It didn’t help that usually when he got an impression of someone he was typically right. So he started wandering the halls on their last night, unsure if he wanted to track one of the owners down.

He didn’t have to decide what he wanted to do for himself because one of the owners found him in a hallway.

The first hint he was being followed was the sound of a low buzzing, Virgil’s mind immediately recognized it as a bee or wasp buzzing. He looked around for the sound and saw Tubbo standing down the hall behind him, a single bee flying around him.

“Normally I don’t care if our patrons walk around the halls,” Tubbo sighed. “But I make a special exception for demon clientele, especially when Dream takes an interest in them.”

“I’m not a demon, I’ve been tested,” Virgil defended tersely.

“Yeah,” Tubbo scoffed at that. “Bet you have.”

The buzzing pitched dangerously and Virgil braced for an attack but Tubbo turned to glance behind him.

“Fuck, did you call for some type ‘a[1] backup?” Tubbo demanded angrily.

“No,” Virgil shot back, feeling nervous and looking around.

Tubbo whispered something into his hand and magic coiled around his hand, words visibly etched into the magic that read: “Ranboo, get over here!” and blew the magic out of the palm of his hand and it flew down the hall.

Then Tubbo looked around as he summoned a sword that had a blue and violet glow to it. He was looking around the hall as Virgil coiled magic towards him. He was inwardly cursing and chastising himself for coming alone. It had been a stupid decision he kept making.

“Underscore,” someone on Virgil’s side of the hallways came out, it was a legionnaire. That legionnaire froze when he saw Virgil. “Shit! You! Of course you’re working with them.”

Spurred on by his mounting anxiety, Virgil’s spider legs sprouted and he realized he was trapped between someone who was absolutely threatening, and someone who was vaguely threatening.

There was a crash of glass underneath Virgil and he looked down to see the effects of a potion waft up and Virgil felt his entire body charged with power.

Tubbo slid underneath Virgil and the anxious Side startled back.

“I thought I said we didn’t want any ‘a[1] you shitheads back in here,” Tubbo spat.

“Tubbo!” Ranboo’s voice called out to them as the legionnaire began to move towards them.

“There were already too many demons before you freaks got here,” the hunter spat.

“Back up,” Tubbo ordered Virgil.

“Boo!” Tubbo called out as the taller young man raced around the corner and over to help, deep purple magic buzzing around him.

“⎅⎍☊☍!”[2] Ranboo shouted as his eyes glowed a deep purple, his more human appearance almost decaying away to show that half of his face was black and the other side was bone white, long pointed horns coming from his forehead.

Tubbo dropped to the ground as a huge, purple pixelated portal appeared right in front of the assailant who seemed caught in it and then Ranboo closed the portal and the man disappeared. Magic shot perfectly in-between Virgil and Tubbo.

Ranboo was shaking and breathing heavily as purple magic buzzed around him.

“Nice timin’[3], bossman,” Tubbo smiled, getting up.

“Did you just kill him?” Virgil looked between them in horror.

“Prolly should’a,”[4] Tubbo scoffed as Ranboo returned to his more human appearance and walked over to stand next to him. “If Ranboo hadn’t showed up I would’a[5].”

Virgil saw the hardened look in Tubbo’s eyes and he immediately believed him.

“Nah, I can’t kill people with my portals, only send them somewhere else. Depends on how fast they’re going though.” Ranboo then turned and groaned at Tubbo. “Come on man, we just got this place, I don’t wanna[6] have to bail you out and have to deal with the bad press by myself.”

“I’ve dealt with worse,” Tubbo shrugged.

Ranboo looked like he wanted to say something but he just huffed. “You okay?”

“Yeah, big guy,” Tubbo smiled and patted his arm. “I got this now, just go and rest.”

“I don’t think I can sleep after that,” Ranboo commented. “Gonna go get started on that mountain of paperwork.”

“Be in there soon,” Tubbo promised and Ranboo nodded before walking away.

Tubbo turned to smile at Virgil, “Not too shabby,[7] you did pretty good.”

“It was just the one, and you two did all the work,” Virgil smiled bashfully, looking around the hallway to see if he’d done any damage. His spider legs slowly disappeared. “Sorry if I did any damage.”

“Nahhh, it’s all good, big guy,” Tubbo dismissed. “Least I can do. Like I said before, you’re still a payin’[8] customer and I don’t let people get away with shit in my establishment. If we meet outside and you’ve already turned in your keys, then it’ll be different. But right now you’re here.”

“Why help us?” Virgil asked. “Seems like a lot of work to go through for your enemies. Aren’t we the bad guys to you?”

Tubbo shrugged, “I don’t know, I don’t think good and bad people actually exist. It all depends on what side you’re on. Initially I was just plannin’[9] on raisin’[10] the alarm when I saw you, but then you said you liked my bees and you were really genuine about the whole thing—”

“Uh, that was Lo,” Virgil interrupted, before immediately starting to backpedal when he saw the confusion on Tubbo’s face. “Uhhh, I mean the bees are fine. They’re, uh, great. But I’m more of a spider-type guy. Not that the bees aren’t cool, I mean— not cool, who says “cool” unironically anymore? Ignore me, I’m rambling.”

The reason Virgil had started rambling was because Tubbo’s expression turned from confusion to a look of absolute horror. When Virgil stopped there was a grim silence between them.

“Holy shit,” Tubbo whispered, his tone tense. “Are you conscious in there?”

Virgil stood up, trying to put distance between them. “Umm, yeah? Why wouldn’t I be?”

Tubbo tried to lean up, as if looking for something in Virgil’s face, which only made Virgil even more nervous. “That’s fuckin’[11] demented. How alive are you? I thought you guys were like cardboard cut-outs of real people, but you’re actually alive?”

He was right in Virgil’s personal space, the only thing keeping him from being directly within biting range was the fact that Virgil was taller than him.

“Maybe I should go back to my room,” Virgil backed up.

Tubbo glared at him before he backed up, his expression guarded. “I guess you should, shouldn’t you?”

Then Tubbo left and hurried back up to his room. The other Sides were still thankfully asleep but something in Virgil couldn’t sleep that night, he stayed up the whole time staring at his ceiling.

They left the next day, Virgil sleeping in fitful bursts and starts in the car and everyone was asking if he was okay when he woke back.

Tubbo’s words stuck with Virgil like an insidious disease. He’d been mind controlled before. The anxious Side hadn’t liked it then and didn’t think he ever would. A question lodged so deep in his mind that he didn’t think he’d ever get it out: how would you know if someone controlled your mind?

The anxious Side lies that he was and was only just starting to calm down when they got to the house. He wanted to sleep under his weighted blanket and forget everything.

But then he felt a twinge of unease when Logan walked in, spiking Virgil’s innate anxiety back up.

It took Logan a little bit to realize what was wrong: Someone had been through their house! If it had been one or two things he would have chalked it up to Joan, but there was furniture that was ever so slightly moved.

Immediately the logical Side conveyed it to the other Core Sides and they contacted Joan who had been house sitting for them, and Janus to check if Remus had broken in again.

Remus hadn’t, but Joan said that something had been in their house and they had it under control. So with barely having time to start unpacking and sorting out dirty clothes, the suitcases were left in various rooms as they rushed back to the base where Nate, King, the androids, and several different heroes were waiting for them.

Logan however, threw up an arm to protect the other Sides when he saw what King had in his possession.

King was sitting in a chair, an old camera bound with spells propped on his knee and something in Logan twisted in rage and apprehension.

“I think it’s time we had that talk,” Nate warned Logan, his magic hovering over the camera.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Post A/N: Tubbo’s magical familiar is a bee, I will not be convinced otherwise.

Accessibility Translations:

1. of

2. Duck!

3. timing

4. Probably should have

5. would have

6. want to

7. bad

8. paying

9. planning

10. raising

11. fucking

#superhero au #masks and maladies #dream smp #footnotes #virgil sanders #logan sanders #tubbo #Ranboo #roman sanders #patton sanders #LAMP #bee n boo #it’s time for Virgil’s existential crisis hour #the Sides are in trouble #magic #bamf Tubbo #bamf Tubbo supremacy

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the-fanficwriter · 7 years ago

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Clock’s Ticking

Title: Clock’s Ticking Pairing: Dean x Reader Summary: This takes place after Sam dies in season two and Dean makes a deal to bring Sam back. The reader finds out about the deal. Warnings:: Language Word Count: 1,333 A/N: All feedback would be appreciated! It doesn’t matter if it’s good or bad, I’d be more than happy to hear it. Thank you for reading! I hope you all like.

“Sam, please don’t tell Y/N about this.” Dean begged Sam.

Sam gave Dean a dirty look, not sure how to respond to that.

“Sammy, promise me.” Dean looked at Sam, still his begging eyes not changing for a moment.

Sam sighed, shaking his head. “How can you ask me to do that, Dean? What’s gonna happen when suddenly your year is up and a Hellhound is after your ass? Huh? What is she going to think?”

Dean’s eyes got teary for a moment. Seemed as if he was disappointing his brother, and with good reason. However, this deal was only made to save Sam’s life, and although it wasn’t the smartest thing, Dean meant no harm to come out of this.

“I can’t hurt her like that, Sam.” Dean finally answered.

“Well, maybe you should’ve thought about that before making a deal with a demon to save me, Dean! You’ve said it yourself, what’s dead, should stay dead.”

“Don’t you speak to me like that, Sammy. It’s my job to protect you.” Dean defended, believing every word he was saying.

“Protect, Dean! Protect! Not sacrifice yourself and what you got for me!”

Sam understood his brother’s reason, but he still felt angry and betrayed. Dean only had one year to live and Sam did not know where to even begin to search for answers, for ways to get him out of that deal.

As you came back into the room, both Winchesters were quiet as they can get.

“Should we not be celebrating? The demon is dead! We won!” You exclaimed happily, putting two beers in front of them.

They did not look happy and it seemed as something was bothering them. Part of you was scared to even ask what it was. One fight was finally over and won. You weren’t ready for the war. All you wanted was just a few days of peace, without having to worry about what’s happening all around and if there’s a demon that might be coming after you or the boys, or if it’s plotting to turn more people into killers, etc. All you wanted was a rest, but you knew that was hardly possible in this life style, so you didn’t complain much.

“Alright, let me have it.” You sighed, giving in. “What’s wrong? What do we have to kill next?”

Both brothers remained silent, just looking at each other. Dean had his begging eyes. Sam seemed frustrated and sad.

“Guys?”

“It’s nothing.” Dean faked his smile, which only made you mad.

“Don’t give me a fake smile and that ‘it’s nothing’ crap, Dean. What is it? It’s serious, I can tell. I wasn’t born yes—”

“Don’t worry about it, please.” Dean interrupted you, taking his beer and chugging almost half of it down.

You turned to Sam, hoping that the more sensitive Winchester would tell you. However, all he did was avoid eye contact with you and grab his beer, doing the same thing that Dean did.

You sighed once again. “I’m gonna find out sooner or later.”

“I rather later.” Dean mumbled, but you caught it.

“Dean.”

“Y/N.”

“I’m going to get some sleep. I need it.” Sam interrupted, “Goodnight, Y/N. I’ll talk to you in the morning, Dean.” With a swift move, he rubbed your back quickly and disappeared into Bobby’s hallway.

That left you alone with Dean.

“Are you gonna tell me?”

“There is nothing to tell, Y/N.” Dean smiled again, trying to come near you. “How about instead, we find somewhere to be.. Just us two..” He started grinning, wrapping his arms around your waist. “And we do some things, that we deserve. A beautiful act…” His lips started trailing kisses from your neck, all the way to your lips.

Almost any other day this would have you weak in the knees, but you just couldn’t let it go. It was bad, you were feeling it in your chest. This was important, so you pushed Dean off of you.

“Not until you tell me what’s wrong.”

Dean frowned slightly, looking down. “I don’t know how to tell you…”

“Just spit it out, Dean. You know I hate it when you go around the same damn thing over and over until you finally get to your point.” You said.

“Sammy died.” Dean started.

You looked at him, furrowing your eyebrows. “Come again?”

“Y/N, Sammy died. Jake killed him.” Dean said once more.

You shook your head, no. “Dean, Sam is in the other room. Umm, are you okay?”

Dean sighed. “When I told you that Bobby patched him pretty good, it wasn’t true. Sam died in my arms… And I couldn’t let it go…”

“You couldn’t let it go? Dean, Sam is here.” You felt it in your heart, what he was going to say next, but you desperately wanted it to not be right.

“I made a deal with a demon, so that they could bring Sammy back…”

It was as if your heart stopped beating for that moment. Then anger took over you, but at the same time your heart was breaking and it was hard to be mad when all you wanted was to break down crying.

“So, now, what?!” You pushed Dean away from you again. “You get ten years to live, that’s it? And then I’m just supposed to fucking let you go? Let you die?

Dean’s lips trembled a little. “I don’t get ten years, Y/N.”

Just to make it worse. Take another swing at your heart with those words. He reached over, wiping the tears that were starting to fall down your cheek. How could this be possible? He was so angry when John made the deal for him, and he turned right around and made the same damn deal.

“So… So, how long—how long do you get, Dean? Five years?”

Dean shook his head. “One year.”

“One year!?” Everything was slipping right of our reach, but there had to be a way for you to get him out of this mess.

There is always a loophole in things, and you were going to work your ass off in order to figure it out and make sure that Dean lived a long life. If Sam knew, he’d help you fight for his brother until the very end.

“Y/N… I’m sorry, but I had to save Sammy. It is my job to look after him, and I failed him. I failed him. I let him down, just like I let dad down. I had to bring him back.” Dean explained. “I shouldn’t even be here in the first place, Y/N. What’s dead should stay dead, dammit. It’s the way the things were supposed to play out. I wasn’t sup—”

“Don’t you fucking dare finish that sentence, Dean. Don’t you fucking tell me you’re supposed to be dead!” You said through tears and gritted teeth, your heart breaking even more as if it was possible. Every word that came out of his mouth was just a stab in your already broken heart.

You shook your head. “I gotta go.” You say, grabbing a pair of keys that laid on the table. You knew Bobby wouldn’t mind if you took his car, and you planned on it. You didn’t want to be around. It was too much to take in at the moment. You needed time alone.

“Y/N, I’m sorry. Please, don’t go. Where are you going?” Dean pulled your arm.

You tugged back, wiping the tears from your cheek. “I just need time alone right now, Dean.”

With that you disappeared for weeks.

#dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester one shot #dean winchester imagine #supernatural one shot #supernatural imagine #supernatural

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ladyinthebluebox · 7 years ago

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Undisclosed Desires (Shakarian)

MER Week is finally here so, here we go! I will love these two until the day I die and probably have “There is no Shepard without Vakarian” written somewhere on my gravestone so, I decided MER week will be an excellent occasion to revisit this piece, that sat patiently in my folder for two years or something, and to finally finish it... Kind of. And please, don’t be deceived by the title, it’s full fluff and a couple of awkward kisses. Was supposed to be smutty but well...

So, let’s get back to the night before the Suicide Mission...

"I want to reconcile the violence in your heart, I want to recognise your beauty's not just a mask, I want to exorcise the demons from your past, I want to satisfy the undisclosed desires in your heart”

- Undisclosed desires by Muse -

Nervously tightening the grip of his talons around two bottles of cheap wine, walking step by step through the hauntingly empty mess hall, Garrus was slowly getting closer to the Normandy’s elevator and thereby to the Commander’s quarters. Very turian - kind of conservative - part of him considered the whole idea of ‘easing up tension’ with a human woman completely insane, unacceptable even, but the other... The other one wasn't really looking at Shepard in terms of the species and differences between them, seeing her as an equal companion for a fight and everything else instead.

A while later he glided upward with a sluggish lift, thinking about every crazy, potentially deadly thing that they have encountered together. In comparison to hordes of husks, geth, collectors and all other insanities, two quite mundane moments were standing out in his memory.

The first one, when she approached him on the atrium of the Presidium Tower. Over two years had passed but Garrus still remembered it like it was just yesterday… He was arguing with C-Sec’s executing officer, trying to convince him to stall the Council and give him more time for his investigation into Saren. When angry CO had finally left, with the corner of his eye Vakarian saw her...

The characteristic red stripe on her left arm, the N7 mark proudly pinned up onto the breastplate of a fatigued, light Onyx armor and short, red-ish hair in complete disarray around her concentrated face that in its center was sprinkled with those strange, tiny human markings – freckles, as they were called. Garrus remembered even the way her hefty steps echoed in the corridor and that her bloody red lips were pressed together into a thin line, making her look unbelievably fierce. He introduced himself and Shepard asked him a couple questions. Despite the lack of time, she listened with great attention to what he had to say about his investigation into Saren’s suspicious activities. Andromeda had left him in a hurry but her determination impressed him at once and he decided that, despite the obstacles, he shouldn’t give up on his leads. At the time, however, Vakarian would have never suspected that this short conversation was going to put him on a path that would change the rest of his life...

The second one was quite recent, just from a couple months ago, and it was connected with a feeling of relief and hope. Vakarian was saying goodbye to his father during the completely hopeless fight for his life on Omega. He was in peace with a thought that soon he would be dead, when unexpectedly, through the scope of his sniper rifle he saw that familiar red stripe and the N7 mark on the armor of one of the mercenaries. Garrus had no idea how many female N7 operatives Alliance had but he felt it must have been Shepard. Despite the fact that the woman was wearing an almost fully covering helmet, he just knew it was her. Vakarian was never a superstitious kind of person but for a second, he was almost sure that his long dead friend came to take him to the afterlife – not the filthy club on Omega but the real one. Accompanied not only by the blazing fire of her shotgun but also by spectacular biotc hits, with her usual grace of a heavy tank she was charging from one man approaching his hideout to another. Two companions following her – a salarian and an old looking human man – were barely able to keep up with her pace.

For almost two years he had been dreaming of her recruiting him for another important mission knowing that it will never happen and yet there she was. A few moments later, Andromeda Shepard stood right in front of him with her red lips stretched in wide smile It was unbelievable…

Elevator doors opened before him with a hiss successfully snatching him out of his reverie. He was almost there – only a small hall separated him from the Commander's quarters. A little nervous, Garrus cleared his throat, smoothed the tunic around the rim of his carapace and proceeded towards the entrance to her cabin. The next door silently fizzled in front of him and he stepped into the spacious room, where, as if nothing unusual was about to happen, no suicide mission ahead of them, Shepard was leisurely feeding her hamster. However, judging by the fact she was wearing her only one, though very well fitted, navy blue velvet dress, Garrus quickly understood that she was just killing time while waiting for him. She wore it only once - for the Kasumi’s heist, but he had seen only a glimpse of her then.

“Hey-”

Hearing his deep, warm voice behind her, Shepard immediately put down the hamster food on her desk and turned on a heel of her quite elegant shoe to face him. At first, Commander was a little surprised by how slim he looked without all the armor he used to wear on daily basis but immediately came to a conclusion that she would like to see him like that more often.

“I brought wine... The best I could afford on a vigilante's salary.”

Seeing delicate, flirty-like smile on her thin - as usual - bloody red lips made him panic. For the first time in his almost thirty years long life Garrus felt something like that. Wishing desperately to somehow ease up the strange tension between them, he put down the bottles on her desk and ran to the shiny control panel on the wall. With shaking hands he tapped a few buttons wanting to play some music but, as if to spite, playlist started with a completely ridiculous tune they both remembered from ward's club named Flux.

Shepard barely suppressed a sympathetic giggle rising up inside her chest and, trying to move at least a little more seductively than she normally did, went towards him.

“Umm... If you were a turian, I'd complement your waist or your fringe, so-” He stuttered, looking at her getting closer. “So… Your, uh, hair looks good and your waist is… very supportive.”

This time Shepard just couldn’t stop herself and quietly chuckled under her breath. Unfortunately, Garrus seemed to hear it because he started to babble nervously:

“Hopefully that's not offensive in human culture. Oh, crap… I knew that I should've watched those vids. Uh, throw me a line here, Shep-”

“Consider me already seduced, smooth talker,” said the redhead, delicately touching his chest with her hand. “Now just stop worrying, okay?” she added and turned off the silly music.

“I just- Ah... I've seen so many things go wrong, Shepard. My work at C-sec, what happened with Sidonis…” He dropped his head helplessly. “I want something to go right, just once... Just-”

Garrus paused immediately when woman's cool, calloused palm had gently slid down the injured side of his face. He took a deep breath inhaling Shepard’s rich scent. She has always smelled of some sweet flowers mixed with an intriguing note of spices, but only now, standing so close to her, was he able to feel a little bit of fruity freshness in her scent. He glanced at her coyly and relaxed under her touch.

Meanwhile, Commander started to ponder about how she should respond for his honest confession. When she offered this meeting, she did not mean anything serious. They have always had utmost respect and trust for each other, now, however, Andromeda could not help but feel that during their time onboard SR2 and everything they had been through, some sort of rather unusual ‘bond’ formed between them. She exhaled deeply, remembering one of the things she managed to read from the ‘advice booklet’ Mordin had sent her couple weeks ago. Wishing Garrus will understand her intention, Shepard slightly bowed her ginger head in his direction.

Not even a minute has passed and her companion's hard-plated crest gently touched her forehead. Woman heard a heavy but at the same time relieved, sigh from him, and they both fell into a comfortable silence broken only by a hum of Normandy’s engines and quiet bubbling of the aquarium. Soon it was joined by the sound of a deep, subvocal murmur coming straight from Garrus’ chest. If she remembered correctly, Mordin’s notes said that something like that might occur and that it was definitely a good sign.

Shepard smiled to herself.

“Please, call me Andy,” she asked with a soft voice, getting closer to his body without interrupting this odd, turian equivalent of a kiss. “I'm not a commanding officer for you, Garrus… Well, at least not for an hour or two,” she added, shrugging her quite muscular shoulders.

Abashed, he coughed meaningfully but a moment later his mandibles spread a little in a shy smile.

“I'm gonna try, but no promises, Shep- Andy.” Slightly embarrassed, scratching his brow, he looked away, thus breaking their first ‘kiss’. “I'm not used to calling you by your first name... I'm sorry.”

“Shush,” woman hushed him, pressing her slim finger to his mouth and preventing the next wave of his babbling. “Come back here, I want to try something…”

Intrigued Garrus arched his brow plates but complied without a word and, not even a second later, their foreheads were touching again. She placed his three-taloned hands on her waist and swung her strong arms around his neck. After these short preparations, Andromeda looked him straight into his light blue eyes and climbing on her tiptoes, further reduced the distance between their faces so that their noses met.

“I will show you my kind of kiss,” she explained, lowering her voice to a whisper.

“You’re doing it with your noses?” he asked, seriously confused by what was happening.

Shepard could barely control the laughter rising up in her chest.

“No, you dummy. My nose is just getting in the way. Try to ignore it…” she explained with a broad smile and pressed her thin but soft lips onto his mouth plates. “Can you open your mouth a little for me?” Commander asked, without moving even an inch away from his face.

His mandibles started involuntarily twitching both with nervousness and anticipation.

“Oh…um… Yes”, Garrus choked out, equally embarrassed as curious of what she wanted to do.

When his mouth parted, Andromeda started fondling its edges with her lips. Garrus was nothing like any of the men Shepard had kissed before, not even close to those with nice, scratchy stubble that she used to like best. She felt her lips are swelling and becoming more sensitive with every brush against his rough mouth and with each she liked it more.

For a while, Vakarian just stood there not knowing what he was supposed to do besides slightly opening his mouth for her. Very carefully, Garrus caught her lower lip between his and tried to nibble on it in a desperate attempt to mimic her doings. Seemed easy at first but turned out it wasn't at all because, unlike human lips, turian mouth lacked the same elasticity.

Their mutual, awkward-looking struggle lasted for couple minutes after which their lips parted. With relief, Andromeda stepped down from her tiptoes and Garrus stretched his neck to the sides of his carapace. Both of them thought that as much as it was weird, it was quite nice as well and with a little bit of practice it could have been improved.

“C'mon, let's crack these bottles open,” she said and as if nothing walked towards the office-like part of her cabin, where she stood before he arrived.

She stopped nearby the corner and tried to take two wine glasses off the top shelf. Seeing her fruitless struggle, Garrus smiled warmly to himself and decided that he needed to help her. Not a moment later, he was right behind Andromeda's back, handing over to her exactly what she wanted.

“Thanks... But I was able to reach them by myself, you know? I may not be very tall indeed but I have my biotics, remember?” she snarled, stepping into the lower level of her cabin.

“I wouldn't dare not to...” he just said, grabbing both bottles from her desk and immediately following her footsteps.

By now Garrus knew Shepard was quite touchy about her height, so without no further talking, he smartly opened both bottles and poured alcohol into the glasses. Straight away Shepard grabbed one and raised it for a toast.

“Well...” Whatever she wanted to say had completely vanished from her head, when she looked straight into his light blue irises.

“For our... Umm... cross-species liaison?” He suggested, slightly rising his brow plates.

“Yeah, may it be a night to treasure,” she corroborated and they clinked their glasses.

Looking into each other’s eyes they took a tentative sip of their wines and immediately choked, almost simultaneously putting down glasses on the low surface of a coffee table.

“Ugh... It's far worse than I thought it would be... I'm sorry, Andy.”

His mandibles dropped, expressing how disappointed and ashamed he was.

“I appreciate the thought, Garrus,” she assured him. “Please, make yourself comfortable. You don't want to stand all night, do you? Or… Are turians doing ‘these things’ proudly standing at attention? Saluting maybe?” She asked jokingly.

Garrus frowned and shook his head in disbelief.

“Spirits, that was surely the worst lavatory joke I have ever heard, Shepard,” he said settling himself comfortably on the sofa.

“And rumor has it that turians don’t have any sense of humor.”

“Don’t believe everything you hear, Andy. We are full of surprises,” he stated a little nonchalantly tilting his head to the side.

“Oh really?”

Woman defiantly crossed her arms right under her round breasts.

“Come here and find out...” He said, patting his thighs as an invitation.

Instead of replying, Andromeda without subtlety tucked up the hem of her tight dress and sat astride on Garrus’ lap.

“Hell, I should've worn stockings...” Shepard mumbled to herself, looking down on her scarred, here and there bruised legs.

Carefully watching a rather troubled expression of her face, Garrus raised one of his brow plates.

“I have no idea what they are,” he confessed, a little perplexed himself because of deficiency of knowledge about human things and whereabouts.

“You would’ve liked them... I think,” she stated unsurely.

“Then next time there will be stockings… Whatever they are,” turian shrugged but on the inside, he was surprised by her behavior.

They were heading straight into the galactic core, chasing after a bunch of indoctrinated assholes that have threatened the whole human race and meanwhile, the infamous Commander Shepard - ruthless Butcher of Torfan, brave Savior of the Citadel - was deeply upset because lacking piece of wardrobe. Seeing her like that was as strange as it was amusing so, this time he was the one trying not to laugh out loud and ruin the atmosphere of the rest of their ‘date’. Andy sent him a smile and Garrus instantly caught something special in it. She used to smile from time to time, but this one was completely different from her usual, cunning or self-satisfied grin… There was such incredible warmth flowing from it through her whole face that it made his mandibles spread and rise in the broadest of turian smiles.

“You look-” He hung his voice trying to find an appropriate word to express what he had in mind. “Pretty. You look pretty when you smile like that, you know?”

“Aha… Better stop playing this sweet card on me, Vakarian,” Andy warned him but couldn’t resist his honesty.

“Or what?”

“Or I’ll turn all soft and plan how to hug Reapers to death instead of, at least, kicking them back to wherever they’re coming from,” she answered.

Garrus snorted.

“I meant what I’ve just said, Andromeda,” he stated.

For some strange reason hearing her full name vibrating with his deep, subvocal voice made a shiver run down her spine. She didn’t want to continue the subject of whether she is pretty or not and decided to turn their attention to more burning questions.

“Seriously now, Garrus. How exactly do turians mate?” Words just flew out of her mouth while she was putting his three taloned hands on her muscled thighs. “Mordin sent me a brochure but I never got enough time to get through it.”

“Violently for most of the time…” Garrus replied vaguely.

Andromeda nodded, trying hard to refrain from rolling her eyes.

“Alright. How about pleasure? What makes you feel nice?” She continued asking, hoping for more helpful tips this time.

Vakarian took a deep breath and then coughed both meaningfully and nervously.

“Putting…um…pressure on various spots…”

Woman looked at him with a playful smirk dancing on her thin, red lips.

“Oh, I can put pressure on you, Garrus… Just show me where,” she murmured, getting closer to his face.

“Most of them are located where the skin is thin.” Garrus took her hand and placed it on his neck, just under his healthy mandible.

His skin was delicate, almost velvet-like under her fingers.

“Other sensitive spots are where the hard parts are meeting with each other… And I assume you already know about the forehead-brow area,” he continued, his voice deepened with subvocal sounds.

He caught himself involuntarily tilting head a little when Shepard was slowly caressing his neck. It wasn’t exactly how turian woman would have touched him but in spite of the difference, it still felt very nice.

“How about you? What are your mating rituals like?” Vakarian asked in return, sliding his talons up and down her incredibly strong legs.

“Well… They require a lot of-” Andromeda hung her voice thinking about how to describe what human sex was like. She was terrible with explanations. “…friction.”

“Friction?” Garrus echoed her last word.

“Yeah… Putting pressure is good too and you certainly can go hard on me-” She added quickly.

“I don’t want to,” he interrupted her. “Life is already going hard enough on you.”

Shepard’s hand froze on his neck and she looked at him both surprised and deeply moved by his words. No man has ever talked to her like that before; no one cared enough for her to do so… There was one who could have but he had never got his chance because she had to leave him behind.

No, this isn’t the time to revisit Virmire again, she said to herself as a familiar pang of guilt has hit her heart.

Garrus moved his right hand from her thigh and tangled it in her wild, ginger hair, delicately pulling her into another turian kiss. He locked his eyes with the stormy-blue of her irises.

About two and a half year ago he had realized that, in spite of her attitude, all her fearlessness, even occasional ruthlessness, Andromeda was a solitary soul. She has always had time to talk to her crew members and patiently listen to what they had to say, usually offering them advice or at least some kind of support. This was probably the source of their utmost loyalty and trust in her as a commanding officer. She cared for every single private serving under her to the point where she was willing to risk her life to be sure that they are safe, just like she did saving Joker when SR1 got attacked by the collectors. Most of the crew mates, however, intimidated by Shepard’s reputation and status, rarely dared to ask how she felt and she never wished to burden anybody with her problems, therefore hiding and isolating herself from others.

“Losing your brother to the damned batarian pirates, opposing your mother’s will to join the Alliance… All your sacrifices, battles you’ve fought since then, things you endured and a heavy burden you’re carrying on your shoulders since Eden Prime – all without a single word of complaint. Spirits, Andy, I still can’t wrap my head around how all of those things could’ve happened to one woman,” he said, gently nuzzling his head to hers.

“I just have historically bad luck. Nothing anybody can do about it,” Andromeda stated, dismissively shrugging her arms.

Vakarian wanted to say something, but she pressed her cool fingers to his mouth successfully preventing him from going on.

“But I’ve been unbelievably lucky too…” Corners of her red lips rose a little. “Especially that one day, when in the Presidium Tower I met a stubborn, hot-headed C-Sec investigator,” she poked him with her index finger.

Clearly abashed, Garrus chuckled in response.

“Show me how to make you feel good, Andy,” he asked a second later and pressed his hard, half-opened mouth to her soft lips trying to encourage her for another kiss.

#MERweek #shakarian #garrus vakarian #fem!shep #commander shepard #mass effect #fluff #awkward cross-species kisses #my writing #writing about turians is so damn hard #butchering english grammar like a boss

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sankishin · 7 years ago

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Uesugi Clan Prologue/Chapter 0 Translation

I like how this scene turned out, cause Kenshin was being adorable. Who could ever resist being princess carried by Kenshin? w

See below read more for tranlsations and translation notes! Enjoy reading ^^ After this I will try to find time for the rest of the Uesugi chapters. ;3

Heroine: Nn…Nnnn… Huh? I….fainted at that time…

Heroine: (Eh…!?)

I was surprised at the scene that appeared before my eyes, it made me blink.

Heroine: (Forest…?)

As I look further, the trees grow thicker. There were no streetlights or buildings in the area.

Heroine: Why am I…in a place like this?

No one answered my question. Only the sound of the trees’ leaves swaying in the wind can be heard.

Alone in an unknown place. No sign of people. The moment I realized that, I was hit with anxiety.

Heroine: (What on earth happened!? What happened to me!? What do I do now-)

Heroine: (…No, worrying won’t help)

I hit my trembling feet and started to walk around.

Heroine: (Anyway, I have to get out of here! There must be a station or a bus stop nearby. Besides, I might be able to meet someone on the way…!)

However, without any knowledge or clues, time only passed-

Heroine: (That’s strange…I already walked a lot, does this place really have any direction? I don’t have anything to use as mark, so I don’t know…)

Still, I have to do this, somehow. Focus on courage, go forward, and keep going forward.

Then, after a while the forest is cut off-

Heroine: Ah…!

There were small houses located below the cliff. For a moment I felt relieved.

Heroine: Rather than a town, it’s…a village? I only see those in historical drama…

Heroine: But if there are houses, there might be people… Let’s go anyway…!

Heroine: (Hmm? Something is groaning…)

I looked back for a moment, and made a small cry. There were big monsters I’ve never seen before. I was surrounded.

Heroine: (What…is this…)

I braced myself from the monsters, and put my strength in my feet. I reflexively backed away and my body suddenly tilted.

Heroine: (I forgot this is a cliff! What should I do…I might fall! Am I…going to die here?)

Heroine: Eh…?

Suddenly, people dived in with a swift move, and the monsters were cut down. While I heard everything, a person held their hand with my free one, and then pulled me a little.

Heroine: Kyaa…!

I’m not used to landing really well. But thanks to that, I did not fall off the cliff.

Heroine: (I’m so glad I’m saved…)

Heroine: (I…It’s not the time to be relieved! First of all, I have to say thank you…)

???: Young girl, are you hurt?

Heroine: Ah…

Silver hair fluttered smoothly along with their dignified presence. It felt like ice, it shot through me.

Heroine: (A bit scary…but…so beautiful…)

I kept wondering about it, In addition to that, I could hear another groan.

I noticed it and turned my eyes, it was the same figure as before, I saw the monster jump towards the man.

Heroine: Watch out…!

The man only looked back slowly. At that time, the monster was already too close-

Heroine: (No, I don’t want this!)

Heroine: …Huh?

The monster that jumped over was instantly bisected.

??? : Kenshin-sama! Were you hurt!?

???: It is no problem, I was saved.

???: This much, it was so easy!

???: When you see the demon, you instantly hit it.

???: That’s true. Don’t tell me, this thing tried to go to the place close to the castle…

???: It was good that we defeated it before they can attack people. By the way, Kenshin-sama, who is that?

Kenshin?: An unknown girl. She was attacked by the demon.

???: For a girl to be here at the foot of the mountain, that’s strange. Hey young girl, is there a person in the village?

Heroine: Um…

Because I still could not swallow the situation, I did not know how to answer the question. The man called Kenshin-sama turned his back on me.

Kenshin?: There could still be demons around. If you do not want to be eaten, leave this place immediately. Okay?

Heroine: Eh!? Ah, please wait!

Kenshin?: What is it?

Heroine: Thank you for your help. Also, umm...I am (Heroine name).

Heroine: I don’t know where this place is, and I also don’t know how to go home. That’s why, please…! Could you please help me…?

I desperately lowered my head, and then an answer came back after the interruption.

Kenshin?: All right. You can take refuge in our castle.

Heroine: R…Really? Thank you very much!

???: What now, Kenshin-sama. Isn’t it dangerous to invite a stranger who doesn’t know anything to the castle?

???: Don’t you think her appearance is suspicious?

Kenshin?: But it’s impossible to leave her at the mountains. First of all, those with power have an obligation to protect those without power. If they ask for help, I will not refuse more.

With those words, the two looked at each other’s faces and to me, and I shrugged my shoulders.

???: Understood. If that is what Kenshin-sama says.

???: Young girl, you are lucky. You should give thanks to Kenshin-sama’s generous heart.

Heroine: Y-Yes! Thank you very much! Um…Kenshin-san*?

???: What?! You don’t know this person’s name?! This is the territory of the Uesugi. He should be well known. ….Hey, don’t tell me you’re from another country? Heroine: E-Eh? T…that’s wrong!

???: Then, answer.

Heroine: (Come to think of it…U…Kenshin…Uesugi….I’ve heard this somewhere)

Heroine: …Ah! Could it be…Uesugi Kenshin? A Sengoku warlord…

???: What, so you actually know! Anyway, this one here is Uesugi Kenshin! He is who rules this Uesugi territory!

???: Kageie. To talk about such things to a stranger who doesn’t know…

???: Well, it’s fine right? At least Kenshin-sama will not be in a disadvantage to a degree! Also-

???: …I don’t believe this girl.

My body stiffened unexpectedly as I received a doubtful gaze.

Uesugi Kenshin: Nageie, Kagemochi.That’s enough, let’s go back to the castle. Young girl, you should follow along if you want to come.

Heroine: Y-Yes! …Huh?

Uesugi Kenshin: What’s wrong?

Heroine: I’m sorry, my lower back is falling out…

Everything is so unrealistic. It must be because of things happening so fast.

Uesugi Kenshin: ……..

Heroine: (H-He’s staring…! After all I was told I can leave…what should I do…)

Seeing me with such anxiety, Kenshin-san bent down, then he put my arms behind me, and lifted me from my knees.

Heroine: (Eh?! This position…don’t tell me…p-princess carry?!)

Heroine: U…Ummm…Y…You don’t need to do this!

Uesugi Kenshin: Why? You cannot stand, right?

Heroine: Y…Yes, but…

Uesugi Kenshin: Let’s go.

As Kenshin-san said that, he started to walk.

Heroine: (For some reason, Kenshin-san…although I have no idea, I feel like he’s not a bad person…?)

Heroine: (His way of speaking is very cold, but well, maybe he really is a nice person…)

SCENE 2

Uesugi Kenshin: You can use this room however you like.

Heroine: Yes! Thank you very mu-

Heroine: (Eh, nothing?!)

Kakizaki Kageie: Oi little girl, Kenshin-sama said that if you try to do strange things, I’m watching outside the room!

Heroine: Eh?! What do you mean by tha-

Heroine: (…I went in.)

Heroine: (So…the room was lent to me. Kenshin-san and Kageie-san have that attitude, that’s why I have to keep quiet…)

Amakasu Kagemochi: Think of it as your room, so you can relax.

Heroine: Kagemochi-san!

Amakasu Kagemochi: It will soon be nighttime, and it will cool down. I will prepare things that you can put on the table.

Heroine: Kagemochi-san, thank you very much for your kindness.

Amakasu Kagemochi: Fufu, Kenshin-sama is the one who invited you to this castle. It is natural for me to entertain you.

Gently smiling, Kagemochi-san suddenly and gently placed his lips against my ear.

Amakasu Kagemochi: …As long as you do not hurt Kenshin-sama, ne?

Heroine: E..Eh…

Amakasu Kagemochi: Well then, I will bring a change of clothes. It’s useless to go out without permission.

Heroine: (I was surprised…Kagemochi-san’s tone, it turned cold so easily…Even though I was told I can relax, I don’t think I can feel that…)

As I sighed, the fusuma door gently opened.

Heroine: (Did someone come back?)

Heroine: (Nn? No, it’s not a person. Why, it’s a white one)

Imari: I finally found you! [Girl from another world]!

Heroine: Eh…a raccoon? The raccoon talked!?

Imari: Oh, I apologize, I must’ve surprised you. Good evening, I am Imari! You are who Himemiko-sama** had talked about, the [Girl from another world], isn’t that right? It’s nice meeting you!

Heroine: W…Wait a second. Himemiko-sama? Different world? What do you mean?

Imari: I will tell you in order! Hmmm-

Apparently, in here, [Shinga] is a world that seems to be similar to the age of warring states. Now in [Shinga], there are [Moon Fang Clans] which include [Werewolves] and [Vampires]. They have been fighting for supremacy.

Heroine: (Werewolves…that reminds me, at that time I could not hear…Kenshin-san and everyone, they had ears like wolves…Then, I came to this different world of the warring states era?!)

Right that moment, a sense of crisis has grown.

At the situation I am in right now, and the presence of Imari-kun, I realized that this is not an illusion but a reality.

Heroine: Nee, Imari-kun. How can I…get back to my original world?

Imari: I’m sorry, I do not know…

Imari: But, you were predicted by Himemiko-sama to come to [Shinga], perhaps she knows!

Heroine: T…then…!

Imari: Ah, um…about that. Right now, Himemiko-sama’s whereabouts are unknown…

Heroine: Eh?!

Imari: However, just before Himemiko-sama disappeared, she said to look for the [Girl who came from another world], if there is such a person. She said she can rely on you.

Imari: If these words…If these are the only clues that can lead to Himemiko-sama, I will not ignore it!

Imari: So, please! Let’s look for Himemiko-sama together!

Heroine: (The way to return to the real world…If there is nothing other than finding Himemiko-sama…)

Heroine: Okay, I understand. I will help you, Imari-kun.

Imari: Is that true?! Thank you very much! Um…

Heroine: I am (Heroine name). It’s nice to meet you, Imari-kun.

Imari: Yes, let’s do our best together.

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T/N:

* - Heroine here literally says Kenshin's name in katakana (ケンシン), as if she doesn't know how to pronounce his name/does not know what his actual name is. ** - the original Kanji is 姫神子, at this point on I'm not sure how to romanize this. The Senbura discord I am in don't also know how this word is supposed to be lol I get that Imari is trying to be polite, he also added -sama at the end. When I first heard this word I was like ??? ok Himemiko then lawl. Until we get official meaning for this, it will be Himemiko/Himemiko-sama.

#senbura #sengoku night blood #sacchin's translations

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Hungry

Thanks for my girl @nickysmum1909 for submitting this request :)

Prompt: (9) “You made my fingers all dirty, you better lick them clean.” Featuring: Finn Balor

Master List Plug!

“Happy Valentine’s Day!” I squeezed my smiling, blue-eyed boyfriend’s waist. “I got you something.” Finn Balor’s thick Irish accent was music to my ears, “(Y/N), you’re supposed to let me spoil you today. You didn’t have to get me anything, love.” Finn and I had been dating for almost a year now. He was everything a girl could dream about. Sexy accent, sultry eyes, a panty dropping smile, and a body of a god was just the icing on the cake. What many people didn’t realize, was how much of a dork Finn was. He loved legos and watching cartoons and reading comic books. We had just gotten done with a training session at the WWE performance center. Finn was getting ready to come back from an injury from the main roster. I had missed him so much on the road. It was hard to go to RAW events without my Demon boyfriend. At least he would be back soon. “It’s not a big deal,” I said. “I just got something I knew you’d appreciate.” I handed him a box wrapped in red paper. He took it from me and passed it between his hands, eyes never leaving mine. “What is it?” “Open it and find out.” Finn’s boyish, eager smile made his eyes sparkle, “What’s in here?” He shook the box and it made quite the ruckus. “I know that sound!” He said nearly jumping up and down. Balor ripped the present open and looking like a kid on Christmas. The paper fell to the floor and he laughed. He held the box in front of me, as if I didn’t know what it was. “You got me the Volkswagen camper lego set?! That’s awesome!” He was giddy with excitement. “I knew you were looking for something cool and new to build. Plus, remember when we first met by my Uncle’s camper?” I looked down shyly, “I thought it’d be something for you to have to always remember me by.” Finn wrapped his arms around me, “Thank you, (Y/N).” His lips brushed against my forehead. “Will you build it with me later?” I giggled, “You’ll share your toys?” “Only with you, love.” He gave me a peck on the cheek. “I hope what I have planned for tonight will measure up to this.” He held the box next to him, I could tell he really wanted to build it now. “Even if we just got take out and ate at your apartment I’d be happy.” I squeezed him again. “That’s not good enough for my girl. Now, I don’t know about you, but I need to go home and get ready.” “At least you didn’t have any body paint on tonight. Then I’d have to wait until tomorrow to see you.” I teased.

I hopped out of Finn’s blue Mini Cooper and looked around. We were in a middle of a park. It was quiet other than the sound of a small creek flowing somewhere off in the distance. “Where are we?” Finn just smiled as he carried a picnic basket and a small bag passed me. I followed him. We walked up to a wooden gazebo that had few vines creeping up it. “Is this the part where you kill me?” Finn chuckled, “You think it’s creepy.” “Well yeah, it’s dark out here, there’s a lot of weird noises out here.” I put my hands on my hips, “Not much of a romancer are you? He wagged his finger at me, “You doubt me too much, love.” Finn clapped his hands and a dozen string lights came to life. My jaw nearly dropped to the floor. The gazebo was like something out of a movie. “What do you think?” Finn’s word interrupted my thoughts, “Too cheesy?” “Umm..” I said still wonder struck. “Maybe a little because of the clappers.” Finn erupted into a fit of laughter and knelt down with his arms full to unpack the basket and bag. In a bag was a radio and a bottle of wine. He started the radio that played some very romantic piano music. From the basket, Finn pulled out a checkered blanket, silverware, wine glasses, and bowls full of food. “Still think I’m not romantic?”

For dinner, Finn had made us homemade chicken alfredo, garlic bread, and salad. All of which I happily chowed down on. I was constantly attempting to express to him how good it was but my mouth was always full. “So I’m assuming you enjoyed that?” He chuckled. I dabbed my mouth with the napkin, making sure I wasn’t a mess, then nodded. Finn’s smile only grew bigger, “There’s nothing more attractive than a girl who can appreciate food.” “Well, believe me, I appreciate it.” “Dessert?” “Are you offering or asking if I have some?” Finn reached over to the basket and pulled out a bowl that had sat in a cooler, “Offering.” Removing the lid, my mouth drooled over the sight of a very rich looking chocolate mousse. I bit my lip, “I guess I have room for a little more…” Finn offered me a spoon. I took it and dipped it carefully in the fluff. “Did you really make all of this yourself?” I asked rolling my eyes back at the chocolaty flavor filling my mouth. “Yeah, I’ve discovered my culinary side while being injured. It’s been fun to teach myself how to cook.” “You can practice on me anytime.” I said, helping myself to another bite. “Hmmm..” Finn replied. I rolled my eyes, “Are you going to eat any of this?” Finn looked around, “I lost my spoon.” I couldn’t help the giggle that escaped my lips, “You’re such a dork, here, you can have mine.” “Nah, I’ll wait my turn.” He shook his head. “There might not be any left if you wait.” “That’s okay.” “No it’s not!” I shoved the spoon at him. “Take this.” “No, (Y/N), it’s okay.” He waved his hands. “What? You don’t want my spit all of a sudden?” “Do you have any idea how wrong that sounds?” “Don’t change the subject!” I was beginning to become frustrated. “Just take it!” I don’t really know how it happened but the bowl about toppled over along with the spoon. It was going to make the biggest mess, but Finn’s cat-like reflexes caught it. Unfortunately, most of the mousse fell onto Finn’s hand. “Oh my God!” I gasped. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to! Let me get you a napkin.” “You’re being very unruly tonight, Ms. (Y/L/N).” Finn grabbed my arm, forcing me to pay attention to what he was saying. I watched his face turn from that boyish smile to the demonic glow. His blue eyes looked like a thunderstorm was rolling through them. He held his hand out to me, fingers stretched out in front of my lips. “You got my fingers all dirty, I should make you lick them clean.” I was so stunned by the look on his face and hypnotized by the sound of his voice, I did as I was told. I carefully licked the tip of his extended middle finger. A small glimmer of shock flew across his face but was replaced by a look of shear pleasure as my lips wrapped around first knuckle of his finger. “You’re too good at that.” He whispered, eyes locked on my lips. “Would you like to see more?” I asked timidly. Finn’s gazed pierced through my eyes with a hunger I had never seen before. His hand turned, still stretched out towards me, and his index finger motioned for me to come closer. I bit my lip and continued to scoot closer to him until I was practically in his lap. Finn’s lips grazed mine, “I want to see more of what this pretty little mouth can do.” I tried not to moan too loud as his tongue tickled my top lip. I pressed my lips against his, allowing him full access. He teased my tongue with his and tasted every inch of my mouth. I leaned more into him, my hands splayed on his thighs, I could feel the fabric move as his member got harder. Finn’s hands were in my hair, he used his grip on my roots to pull my ravenous kisses off of him so he could look at me. “Still hungry?” His blue eyes sparkled mischievously. “Starving,” I replied. “I have something for you, then. Do you want it?” His thumb rubbed along my bottom lip. I moved my head to suck on the tip of his thumb, causing a moan to escape his throat. “Yes.” I whispered. “A good girl should say ‘please’.” I couldn’t believe this, Is he really going to make me say please? I waited just a second, measuring the seriousness in his tone. “Well?” He asked. “Yes, please.” I whispered. I looked down at the bulge in his pants, wondering what exactly I was getting myself into. He stood, moving gracefully. Finn reached for his belt and began to undo the buckle. Impatiently, I began to help unzip his black jeans, rubbing the tent that was in my face with the palm of my hand. His fingers quickly unbuttoned the top and I pushed them and his boxers down, causing his erection to spring forth. Gripping it with my right hand, I licked the tip of his member. Finn’s head slumped back as he groaned. I licked again, rewarded with another groan. My lips wrapped around the head and sucked lightly. He was loving every minute of it. I felt him lean forward, grasping my hair he pulled it behind my head and gathered it into one hand. I felt my hair tugged into a braid. Pushing my lips down his shaft, my eyes looked up at him. “It’s to keep the strain off your hair when it gets tugged on.” He let out a small chuckle, “Don’t want to rip your hair out, do we?” I felt a tingle in my lower body. Finn’s hand wrapped around my freshly braided hair, pulling and pushing me on. His moans got louder, I felt his hips moving in tandum with my mouth. My jaw felt sore but I kept it up. His shaft began to pulsate and his thrusts became more sloppy. I knew he was close. “Fuck,” He hissed as he came. I felt my mouth fill up with the salty, sticky come and I swallowed it down. Finn released my hair, allowing me to unlatch myself from his cock and take a breath of air. Of course, I had to lick him clean first. “Sit.” He commanded, pointing at the bench. I looked confused, Hasn’t he had enough? He just came. “Do as you’re told.” He growled. My eyes widened in fear. I jumped up and sat where he had pointed me to. Finn walked over and knelt in front of me. His hands brushed against the hem of my skirt, pushing it up my thighs. “You’ve been a good girl,” His seductive tone had my cunt moistening. “Now it’s time for me to take care of my good girl.” He reached up and grabbed the lace of my red thong and pulled it down passed my ankles. Wadding it up, he placed them in the pocked of the sports coat he was still wearing. I whimpered as his warm hands pressed against my inner thighs, pushing them apart. “Time for my dessert, love.” Finn said peaking up at me, “I hope you realize how hungry I am.” With that, his mouth leaned into my heat. I felt his tongue flick my clit, softly. Then again, with more pressure. Then Finn’s lips pressed against my flesh, devouring my pussy. I gasped as his teeth grazed against my bud, then as he drug his tongue along my slit. I could feel a knot inside me building, I was going to come soon. Finn knew that by how loud I was getting. Just as I got near the edge, nearly crying out in pleasure, he pulled back. I looked up and whimpered, “But-” “Stand.” He said. I quickly did as I was told again. His strong hands took hold of my arms and spun me around. I couldn’t help but notice he was rock hard again. “Bend over,” Finn whispered in my ear as he removed his sports coat. I bent forward, placing my hands on the bench, “I’m going to let you come, but only because we have to be quick about this. If only I had a little more time,” his hand rubbed my back side. I felt the swift smack of his palm on my ass and yelped. “What would you do?” I asked nervously. “I’d teach you to behave better.” He growled as he forced himself into me. I cried out at the thickness of his girth. It pounded into me without giving much time to adjust. The sound of our skin slapping together echoed through the night as Finn’s hips beat against my rear. As I adjusted, the sensations of him deep inside me, balls smacking into my clit, and the sound of his delighted moans became almost too much to handle. I felt myself coming close to the edge again and my walls clenched tighter around him in response. “That’s it, baby.” Finn groaned as he plowed on. “Come for me, (Y/N).” He grabbed my braid again, pulling my body to contort in a way that made it easy for his member to hit that sweet spot inside of me. I cried out and Finn leaned forward to kiss and bite my neck. I knew he’d leave bruises. “Oh my God! Finn!” I screamed. “Yes!” He hissed back. We both came at the same time. The night became quiet again as the moans and cries subsided. We both collapsed onto the picnic blanket, Finn handed me a bottle of water. “Thisty?” He smiled. “Extremely.” I took a huge swig of it and offered it back to him, “What was that?” I asked. “Well, sometimes I get a bit… bossy.” “Bossy? That was more than ‘bossy’.” I said, eyebrow raised. “Any complaints?” He said as he took a sip of water. “Only that we apparently needed more time?” Finn sighed, “I didn’t want anyone to come by and catch us during that.” His hand traced a pattern on my leg, “But maybe we can clean up here and head back to my place?” I giggled, “What’s a matter? Still hungry?” “Starving.”

#wwe fanfic #wwe fanfiction #finn balor x reader #finn balor one shot #finn balor #sorry it took so long #finn balor fanfic

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