#{Vendere Answers

[arcxnumvitae]

You’ve done well so well it’s almost impressive. I didn’t think the rumors were true — and in part I’m still a skeptic. Another is … well, let’s just say I’m mildly entertained with the thought of wrapping my hand around your throat and seeing how long it’ll take to crush it … (Ven)

Anon // mentioning @lunarxdaydream || Not Accepting

Anonymously send me something your muse is secretly thinking about mine.

He almost ended up getting caught up in the praise....almost. "Haha," Ven laughed awkwardly, "wh-what the hell?"

[babejinxy]

In love with you - part 4

Pairing: Powder x fem!reader

Warnings: friends to lovers, SMUT, kissing, fluff

Synopsis: Powder had been your best friend for years, the two of you met when she was running from the cops when she and her brothers broke into and blew up an apartment in Piltover and you helped them escape. What you never imagined, is that the love of your life was always right there in front of you…

A/N: This is a fic about Powder from the alternate universe, it has nothing to do with Jinx.

🌟 English is not my first language, so I apologize if there are any mistakes.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

💙 @brocoliisscared @bbybubbles @cattjull

Gert was about to call you to a quieter, more private place when you both heard Vender's voice calling her from the bar. "Gert, I need you here, now," he said. She huffed and looked back at you, "It seems like I was missed, I'll see you later tonight? Even if it's late, Zaun never sleeps." You laughed, "Of course, I'll be here." She approached you and kissed your cheek, "See you later, beautiful."

You had barely gotten away from Gert when another guy came up to you and put his hand on your shoulder. “I thought I’d never see you again, princess.” He was very blond and slender, you had no idea who he was. He noticed your look of confusion and said, “Oh, I’m sorry, I’m Deckard, the guy who sent you the note the other day.” So it was him, he was actually kind of cute, just like you thought, but it wasn't like you were interested in him. “You didn’t show up, I was thinking that maybe your friend hadn’t given you my note.” He said as he approached you, he seemed to be already drunk.

“I was just leaving,” you took a step back to get away from him. “Oh, I understand. I’m lucky to find you here today. Can we talk?” he said, pulling you by the waist. “I thought you wanted to talk,” you said, pushing him away from you. “Oh, come on? Do you have a boyfriend?” he asked, getting closer again. You rolled your eyes and moved away from him again, “No, I don’t.” “Then what’s the problem love?”. Before you could answer, you heard Powder’s voice behind him.

“The problem is, she’s not interested right now,” she said, her hands on her hips, and you felt relieved to see her. He turned his head to look at her, “You’re the one who vouches for her, sweetheart?” he scoffed. “No, I’m the one who vouches for myself, and she’s right, I’m not interested.” He pursed his lips, “Alright, alright,” he held his hands up in surrender, “We can take this slow, how about I buy you a drink first, baby doll?”

Once again Powder butted in, this time she stopped beside you. “How about this, you go enjoy the party and spend your money on yourself, before you get kicked out of the bar.” He frowned and laughed, “And who’s going to kick me out, you? Is the bar yours by any chance?”, he said mocking her once more. “Something like that since my father owns the bar.” He wiped the arrogant smile from his lips, “Vender?!”, he said swallowing hard. “That’s it, are you going to leave her alone or will I have to call him to sort this out with you?” Once again he raised his hands in surrender, “kay, sorry to bother you,” he told you before disappearing from sight.

You looked at her, “hey,” you smiled. “Hey you,” she said, smiling awkwardly. “Thanks for that, Pow Pow.” She shrugged, “I couldn’t let him bother you”. “Good thing you showed up then, my savior,” you said laughing. “The guys here aren’t like the guys you’re used to, you have to know how to deal with them”. “It seems like you’ve learned well”. She shrugged, “I had to get by.”

Vender was keeping an eye on the two of you and decided to help out. He changed the upbeat song that was playing to a slower one and Powder looked at him. He smiled at her and made a sign to invite you to dance. Something in his gaze always comforted and encouraged her.

“Dance with me?” she asked suddenly, without thinking much otherwise she would lose her courage. You smiled and took her hand that was extended to you. She held your waist and you wrapped your arms around her neck and she led you to the music. Powder's heart was pounding inside her, she was nervous, this was much more than a dance with a best friend and the tension between the two of you proved it.

“He’s still staring at you,” she said, referring to Deckard. “Ignore him,” you said quietly. “No way,” she said, staring at him. “Why not?”. “Well, why…” she hesitated for a moment and then you interrupted her, laughing a little, “he’s the guy from the note.” She twisted her lips, “seriously?! So he’s nothing like you expected?”, she asked curiously. “Actually, I wasn’t expecting anything, but he’s disgusting.” The wind blew, making your perfume spread, she closed her eyes to smell you and then asked, “what about Gert?”.“Oh, she… well, she… she’s nice, she’s pretty, but…” you hesitated. “But?…”, Powder asked, stopping moving with you.

“But she’s not for me,” you closed your eyes and bit your lower lip, trying to hold back the tears, “all this life… all these people, this coming and going of loves in my life and I never wanted to admit that none of these people were my person, and I’m afraid of never… never finding the right person for me, that’s why I always gave myself so easily to anyone who came along and was never valued as I deserved.” Your eyes were watery, but you swallowed your tears. You took your arms off her neck and placed your hands on either side of her collarbone.

Powder brought her right hand to your face while she kept her other hand on your waist, where she pressed a little. “Y/n look at me”, she whispered in a hoarse voice. She was going to kiss you, she was finally going to taste your cherry lip gloss straight from your lips, like she always dreamed. You raised your gaze to her and in that moment looking into her eyes, with her breath mixing with yours, was the moment when everything came to the surface. Your feeling for her - that you had repressed for years - the love beyond friendship that you felt for her. In that moment you remembered that you had always been in love with her, but it was much easier to block that feeling than to live it. It was her, Powder was your person, the one you loved and would always love.

You started to feel your heart racing inside your chest, you were having trouble breathing, you were starting to have an anxiety attack. “Oh no! Powder I need… sorry, I need to get out of here.” You pulled away from her and ran away from everything.

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You stopped in a dark alley away from The Last Drop and leaned against a wall to catch your breath and try to calm down from your anxiety attack. You began to cry frantically, sliding down the wall to the floor, where you buried your face in your hands. You knew it was too dangerous for someone like you to be in a dark alley alone in Zaun. But you were too panicked to be afraid of that.

You loved your best friend, in the romantic sense of the word. You realized this a few years ago, but you kept this feeling so bottled up inside you that you forgot about it. Then you realized, your fear wasn't of ending up alone, you just wanted to transfer everything you felt for Powder to someone else, that's why you had an endless list of boyfriends and girlfriends that didn't work out. It's amazing what our subconscious is capable of, isn't it?

You gradually calmed down and after the adrenaline and anxiety attack had passed, you began to notice how the night was getting colder and darker and you realized that you were in a dark alley alone in Zaun. As much as Vender had managed to control the bandits in the underground city, it was still dangerous for a Piltie like you to be there alone.

You pulled yourself together and thought it would be best to apologize to Powder for running away like that. You weren't ready to tell her how you felt about her, so you would make up an excuse for your behavior and everything would be resolved.

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You went back to the bar and looked for her, but apparently she wasn’t there anymore. You bumped into Gert - who was walking with a tray of drinks in her hand - by accident as you walked through the dancing and singing crowd. “I’m sorry,” you said before realizing it was her. “Don’t worry princess, it’s just me,” she said winking at you, she leaned close to your ear, “just a few more hours and I’ll be free, you can make it up to me,” she kissed your cheek before going back to serving drinks. “Sorry Gert, not today,” you said to yourself.

You were trying to get out of the crowd when you felt someone pull you by the arm and grab your waist, you were relieved when you realized that this time it was Mylo. ​​“Hey, I looked for you everywhere, where’s Powder?”, he asked dancing with you. “I’d like to know too”, you said trying to get away from him. He spun you around and laid you down, holding your hand with one hand and the other on your back. You stood up and tried to get away from him, “Not now Mylo”, you said but he pulled you again and spun you around again. “See how great a partner I am, very attractive too”, he said boasting and then pouted to kiss you.

“I’m sure someone thinks so,” you said, turning your face away from him. “There’s not a girl at this party who wouldn’t want to be with me,” he boasted again, “but I only have my eyes on one,” he showed his teeth in a smile and raised an eyebrow at you. You pursed your lips and before you could try to move away from him again, Claggor appeared and put his arm around Mylo shoulders.

You took the opportunity and got out of Mylo's hands. "What's up Y/n? Is Mylo embarrassing himself again?" You held back a laugh, "no, he's a great dancer, but a terrible flirt." He crossed his arms and said, "she's just playing hard to get," he said convinced of it and you laughed, he was so ridiculous that it was almost funny, although Powder found it annoying. "Do you know where Powder is?" you asked finally. “She’s not here, I thought she was with you… have you tried checking her workshop?” Claggor replied. “I’ll stop by, thanks boys”.

“Hey, Y/n,” Mylo yelled behind you and you turned to look at him. “You can thank me in another way if you want, I wouldn’t mind if…”, he put his index finger to his lips and you understood what he wanted, you just rolled your eyes and went to look for Powder. You couldn’t see when Claggor slapped Mylo on the head, “oh, what the fuck is this you animal?!”, he said raising his arms. “Stop being an idiot,” Claggor replied. “Man… I don’t understand how you let a girl like Y/n climb out of your fingers,” he said massaging his head. “Powder is in love with her, you would realize if you weren’t such an asshole,” Claggor replied. Mylo curled his lips, “Powder? Seriously?”.

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You entered Powder's workshop silently, she didn't notice you. She was sitting on the couch, with her knees to her chest and her head down. She was feeling terrible and embarrassed. You probably would have realized that she loved you beyond friendship and that's why you ran away. You didn't love her that way and it scared you. Now she had ruined everything and that would shake the friendship between you.

“Pow Pow?” you said, standing behind her. The sweet sound of your voice brought her out of her dark thoughts. She lifted her head and looked at you. Your eyes were still red from crying, you smiled at her, but she was too nervous to smile back. Although your smile could fix anything.

You approached her and sat next to her. “Look, I’m sorry I left like that, it was hard for me… to admit those things,” you said with a sigh. As she looked at you and felt your scent again so close to her, you right there in front of her made her remember Vender’s voice saying, “Isn’t she worth the risk?” Then she readjusted herself on the couch, turning to face you and gathering all the courage she had inside her.

“I think it’s time for me to admit some things to you too,” her heart could explode at any moment, just like yours. “The truth is, I always wished that all those people you were with could be me… I asked myself every day, “why not me?”, but then I remembered that you love me like a friend or even a sister, and it hurt, but…”. Your heart skipped a beat with each of her words, “Powder I…”, you interrupted her, but she interrupted you back, “wait please, let me talk… it hurts knowing that I’ll never be able to have you in any other way than as a friend, but I don’t care, having you in my life in any way is already worth it. I always watch you, when you're putting on makeup or reading or studying or even when you're not doing anything because... you're beautiful and perfect and it's good to just stop and look at you... I'm sorry I kept this in for all these years, it's just that I've always been afraid of ruining what we have, I couldn't bear to be without you around because the truth is that you're the love of my life, I..."

“... love you,” you both said the words in unison. She stopped for a moment and looked at you with her beautiful, bright blue eyes. “W-what?” she asked, her voice breaking. You smiled with your eyes watering, “I love you too Pow Pow, I held back that feeling because I thought it would be easier that way… I gave my heart to so many people when I should have given it only to you, to whom it always truly belonged, now I know that.”

She smiled and laughed a little, “How stupid we are… I could have had you from the beginning”, she whispered, bringing her face closer to yours, while looking from your lips to your eyes. “I think things have their right time to happen”, you whispered back. “But we make it so complicated”, she placed her hands on each side of your face and rested her forehead against yours. You held her wrists, “well, we don’t have to do this anymore”.

“I had a dream where I kissed you, I’ve had that dream a million times,” she whispered, looking at your lips. “You can kiss me now,” you said and at the same moment her lips kissed yours and she gasped as she finally felt the cherry taste of your lip gloss on your soft lips. You two smiled into the kiss and you wrapped your arms around her neck while her hands traveled to your waist.

She squeezed you a little and settled herself on the couch, making you understand what she wanted. Still with your lips on hers, you sat on her lap and at that moment, she deepened the kiss. Powder pulled your lower lip between her teeth and then slammed her tongue into yours, taking full control of the situation and swirling your tongue around hers and then biting your lip again. You never thought she could be so dominant, but you loved it.

She put her hands under your blouse and felt your hot, goosebumps-filled skin. She squeezed your waist again and you gasped into her mouth. It was your turn to pull her lower lip between your teeth and she squeezed your sides again at the sensation. Powder held the hem of your blouse and you only stopped kissing for her to take it off your body. Before she kissed you again, she ran her eyes over your round, perfect breasts, still covered by your white lace bra.

You both smiled and you went back to crashing your lips into hers and she soon dominated it again. Her hands went up from your waist to your breasts and she placed them there, just feeling the exposed skin of your breasts. She stopped the kiss and looked at her hands on your breast, her thumb drawing circles on the top of them slowly. You bit your lower lip and she - still with her hands on your breasts - went back to devouring your already red and swollen lips.

She laid you down on the couch, getting on top of you, her tongue still exploring every corner of your mouth. She stopped the kiss and nuzzled her nose your neck, feeling your goosebumps and your scent that she loved. She nuzzled her nose slowly down to the valley of your breasts still covered by your bra and returned to your neck where she finally began to plant hot kisses on your skin, you closed your eyes at the sensation as you moaned softly and sweetly…

So, part 5?

[patrycarro]

TS3 - Plaza de las Flores (No CC)

ENG:

Do you need organic products to prepare your favorite recipes? Are you looking to eat healthier but don’t know where to find 100% natural and wholesome ingredients? Would you like to sell your harvests on your own terms? Or maybe you’re just searching for a peaceful spot to enjoy a cup of coffee or a snack with your family? If you answered yes to any of these questions, Plaza de las Flores is the place for you.

Like many Simmers, I love playing with my Sims in the countryside: planting, harvesting, taking care of animals, and cooking delicious homemade recipes. I’ve always felt the game was missing a marketplace where Sims could sell their hard-earned produce, relax, and enjoy a good meal. So, I decided to create one myself.

I hope all gardening enthusiasts love the result as much as I do! I wanted it to match the rustic charm of Appaloosa Plains and its warm, countryside atmosphere, and I think I managed to achieve just that.

Features:

Lot type: Community, small park

Lot size: 40x30

Location: Appaloosa Plains

Furnished lot value: 83.143 §

Unfurnished lot value: 57.484 §

Packs used in this build: EP01, EP05, EP09

Requirements:

Humble Harvest Stands from the store.

Terms and conditions:

DO NOT claim my creations as your own.

If you want to use any of my builds in your custom world or save file, you are allowed to do so, BUT make sure to credit me as the original creator.

DO NOT re-upload my content under any circumstances; share it with your friends using my own links.

If you experience any issues, let me know and I’ll try to fix it as soon as possible.

Download it here. 🤍

SPA:

¿Necesitas productos orgánicos para preparar tus recetas favoritas? ¿Quieres empezar a comer más sano pero no sabes dónde comprar ingredientes saludables y de origen 100% natural? ¿Te gustaría empezar a vender tus cosechas bajo tus propias condiciones? ¿Buscas un lugar tranquilo donde tomarte un simple café o merendar con tu familia? Si has respondido que sí a alguna de estas preguntas, la plaza de las Flores es tu lugar.

Como a muchos otros Simmers, me encanta jugar con mis Sims en el campo: plantar, cosechar, cuidar y alimentar a los animales, preparar deliciosas recetas caseras... Y siempre he echado en falta un mercadillo donde estos pudiesen vender lo que producen en casa con tanto esfuerzo y dedicación, pero en el cual también pudieran pasar el rato y comer algo, por lo que decidí hacer uno yo misma.

Espero que a todos los amantes de la jardinería os guste el resultado tanto como a mí; quería que encajase con el estilo rústico de Appaloosa Plains y su cálido y campestre ambiente y creo que lo he conseguido.

Características:

Tipo de solar: Comunitario, parque pequeño

Tamaño del solar: 40x30

Ubicación: Appaloosa Plains

Valor del solar amueblado: 83.143 §

Valor del solar sin amueblar: 57.484 §

Packs utilizados en esta construcción: EP01, EP05, EP09

Requisitos:

Puestos "La buena cosecha" de la tienda.

Términos y condiciones:

NO proclames mis creaciones como tuyas.

Si quieres usar alguna de mis construcciones en tu mundo personalizado o save file, tienes permitido hacerlo, PERO deja claro que yo soy su creadora original.

NO resubas mi contenido bajo ninguna excepción; compártelo con tus conocidos usando mis propios enlaces.

Si experimentas algún problema, házmelo saber e intentaré solucionarlo lo antes posible.

Descárgala aquí. 🤍

[tiredfox64]

Hellooo! First of all, I love your fics, especially Tomas's. They are very entertaining and the way you write is just great ^^

This is more of a question than a request, although you can develop it further if you want.

How would the linkuei trio react to a s/o who says "I hate men... except you"

It came to me out of nowhere and I thought it was funny 🙃

There Are Exceptions

Prior notes: Hehehe I throughly enjoyed writing this. Also I forgot to say this with other people’s requests who gave me compliments but thank you so much for liking my writing! (*´∀｀*)

Pairing: Lin Kuei Bros x Afab reader

Warnings ‼️: Men

Bi-Han

These dim witted, nitwit goobers who serve your husband are too much to handle. All they know how to do is punch and kick. They have no other survival instincts that can save their asses.

It’s so tiring being the one to try to help them with whatever. A woman can only do so much.

You tried teaching them how to sew only for them to say something stupid like it’s a woman’s hobby. Forget about cooking. You have never seen someone screw up scramble eggs so much that it doesn’t even form. How the fuck does it stay watery? And why are you the only one who knows how to fold clothes? Screw steaming out their wrinkles.

Your last straw today came in the nighttime when one of the clansmen came up to you and ask the most stupidest question you have ever heard.

“Uhm, some of the men were telling me that a woman’s period was when she peels her skin every month. Is that true? Cause if it is you hide it well.” This clueless assassin…oh goodness.

You just stared blankly at the young man. It had to be a joke, right? They can’t be that stupid. Actually, you don’t want to know if they are that stupid. You walked away briskly with one thing on your mind and you had to shout it out. The moment you walk into your bedroom you slammed the door shut and screamed,

“I hate men!”

Bi-Han was already in bed, waiting for you to come around. He stared at you with that grumpy expression he always has before folding his arms in front of his chest. A low grumble was being emitted by him.

How can you say you hate men when you are married to one? One that treats you like the queen you are considered you are the grandmaster’s wife. He is also one who pleasures you till you are fully satisfied. Course, it’s more like you have to go on until he is satisfied.

“…except you.”

“Mhm, that’s right. I should be the exception here. I am the grandmaster, I deserve your full respect.” Bi-Han reminded you of his role as if he doesn’t do so every day.

“And you are also my husband,” you walked up to him and placed a kiss on his forehead, “Now would you mind spooning me for tonight.”

“After that outburst, I am unsure if you deserve it.” Now he’s just being petty.

You pouted as you changed into your sleepwear. If Bi-Han looked for at least five seconds he would have caved. But he looked away immediately to prevent himself from changing his decision. You huffed as you slipped into bed. You went on your side and pretended like you didn’t care. You did because you always lost the idgaf war.

“Please, I love you.” You said over your shoulder.

Bi-Han let out a groan before turning over and wrapping his arms around your waist. Haha you win.

You may not like men but you love this man. You like this man because he’s your man.

Kuai Liang

Why does no one think of the logical answer to something?

You go out to the market all the time so you could help feed the Shirai Ryu. It helps lessen responsibilities for your husband. But even this simple task is made difficult and stupid because of some of the venders. More specifically the men.

You asked for watermelon and they hand you plastic containers with the funkiest bits of watermelon. They are discolored and are definitely past their ripeness. Yet they all tell you it’s fine. It’s not fine! It’s not good quality! Why even cut the watermelon in the first place you can do it yourself!

You want some mangos? Well you can’t fucking have any because they don’t got it. Oh what’s that? A BUNCH OF FUCKING MANGOS RIGHT BEHIND THEM! And they tell you that those are honey mangoes you didn’t specifically ask for those. They told you no because they thought you wanted Haden mangoes. Just give the woman a fucking mango!

You’re so over those male venders. They never even help you pack the carts up.

You’re too tired went you get back to the temple. You let everyone else pack the food away without helping out this time. You can’t be bothered. You take your shoes off, step into the temple, and sigh heavily.

“I hate men.” You groaned.

You didn’t realize Kuai Liang was coming up to you to greet you. You looked up and saw his face. He stared blankly with a bit of concern.

“…except you.”

You wanted to make it right so you ran up to him, giving him many kisses and hugging him.

“What has made you so hateful, my love? Did someone at the market bother you?” He asked with concern.

Kuai Liang was not at all mad at what you said. He found it odd which meant there was something wrong. His hands went up to check if maybe it was something physical. He would hate to find out you were hurt while out. What kind of husband would he be if he can’t protect his wife?

“Many people bothered me at the market today. Some people are unfortunate stupid.” You replied.

“Perhaps you can tell me all about it in bed. I’ll make you some tea to help with the stress.” He took your hands as you both walked to the bedroom.

Kuai Liang is the kind of man you need in your life. If only the men at the market had his intelligence. Though you do like being cared for when there is any sign of distress from you. It makes you feel like a princess.

Tomas

To help train the Earthrealm champions is like trying to train a seal, a kangaroo, a bison, and a Komodo dragon to leap at least a meter out of the water. One will succeed, another will jump but not reach it, another one won’t try to jump, and the other will be too busy trying to mate with you.

They are all nice in their own way but Johnny is the worst of them all. You tell him you are happily married and it’s in one ear and out the other. Just because his marriage failed doesn’t mean yours has to.

Kenshi is alright he just has stubborn. He believes it’s nerves that wins fights. If that were true why does he keep failing to you. And when he is not going against you he’s going after Johnny’s throat. You get it, Johnny won’t give back Sento. But now is not the time to bust his ass.

Kung Lao just gets on everyone’s nerves. You have never seen a bunch of monks ready to implode and strangle someone. Don’t forget that you almost lost your head because he flung his hat in the wrong direction. All you got back was a small ‘sorry’ before he took his hat and ran off.

And Raiden…he’s fine. He’s done no wrong.

Yet no matter what you always have to return and help the fools. You give and give and what do you receive? Hell!

You are exhausted when you return home. You don’t talk to anyone you just go straight to your bedroom. You let out a groan the whole time and when the door closes you let that groan become words.

“I hate men.”

Tomas was already waiting for you in the bedroom. He was walking up to you to hug you until he heard those words. He looked concerned and even a little sad.

Well he’s a man, do you hate him? Did he do something wrong? He hopes he didn’t, he doesn’t want an unhappy wife.

Your attitude immediately went away at the sight of Tomas.

“…except you.”

You ran into his arms and hugged him tight. You could never hate a man like Tomas. He is your husband after all. You picked a good one compared to all the other men that you have seen.

“I’m guessing they upset you again.” He asked.

You nodded. The day is already over you don’t feel like talking about every single stupid thing that they did. Tomas understood and hugged you tight.

“Do you want me to beat them up?” He whispered jokingly in your ear.

For once today you laughed. He always manages to bring a smile to your face. You wish you could let him but that would be a bad decision. Though it’s funny to think about. He was just happy to hear that wonderful laugh of yours. It just shows that he’s a good man to you. He can turn a frown upside down and make you see the good in men. Or at least the good in him.

After notes: Can you tell I got pissed off with Kuai Liang’s part? That shits a little too true. Those instacart tik toks be crazy. Here’s a little experience of when I hated men: one didn’t take no for an answer for YEARS. He still can’t take no even from other girls. But most of the men I know are good. Alright enough yip yap I must march on. Adiós!

[lockes-woods]

Kinktober '24 Day 2

Request: I got one. Shanks x shy afab reader Public sex, creampie, foreplay all that jazz and whatever else you think would be good

WARNING: Warning: exhibition, creampie, annoying/mean Shanks at times, public sex, foreplay, oral (reader receiving)

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“Shanks, stop,” you said, your tone embodying the same voice one would use to scold a dog. You slapped his hand away as he reached over to give your ass a quick squeeze, your face felt like it was on fire from embarrassment. 52 minutes. It hadn’t even been an hour since you had met at the café in town. For at least 45 of those minutes, he’s been touching you in some way; his hand glued to your body.

“I’m sorry baby, you just look so good,” he said, playing with the excess ribbon that hung from the bow tying your corset together at your bust. He twirled the ribbon around his finger, knowing that a quick tug at the right angle would untie the bow and leave him with easy access to your body. You gave him a warning look. Outside of the fact that dresses aren’t the most practical option on a ship, you never wore them because it made getting access to you way too easy for Shanks. It was just too dangerous, especially with how his impulse control was when you were involved. He crowded you against a brick wall in between shops; the streets for the most part deserted. Venders had just begun to set up in the promenade you two had been walking around.

“Can I have a kiss?” he asked, smirking down at you. Despite everything you’ve been through he almost always asked for permission. Being the sole object of his focus would never not fluster you, but today you tried to stay strong.

“Shanks we were just together last night til early this morning.” You pointed out, hoping it may satiate him, but knowing nothing outside of you would.

“But tressure, I had to leave our room before I was done with you,” he started, “Plus you’re never as loud on the ship as you are when we stay somewhere else.”

“S-Shanks,” you tried to argue as his right hand tilted your chin up to force eye contact, “Fuck,” you whined as he started to stroke your cheek affectionately. You took a deep breath to attempt to center yourself before responding.

“But I can’t even remember how many times we were together last night, plus you only had to leave for the ship, an hour before our check-out time.” You tried to rationalize before adding one final comment, “I’m starting to get sore,”

“Just one kiss, tressure” he promised, “then I’ll keep my hand to myself unit we’re back in our quarters.”

“O-okay,” you responded both answering him and reassuring yourself at the same time. The smirk never left his face as you pressed up on your toes to be taller as he leaned down to meet you halfway. A moan immediately ripped out of you as he bit your lip, not enough to break the skin but, just enough to surprise you. He immediately pressed his tongue into your mouth, pinning you more firmly against the wall. You couldn’t help but whine as he deepened the kiss, totally powerless to his strength, height, and build. You were stuck under his ministration as your head became more and more clouded with lust. Your eyes snapped open when you felt something press up against your stomach. You didn’t even have to look down to confirm your suspicions. You gently pressed your hand against Shanks’ chest, he let out a disappointed groan as he pulled back, resting his forehead against yours.

“Shanks,” you whined as he gently grinded against you.

“Yes, my love?” he asked a look of faux innocence masking the smirk that was normally plastered on his face.

“Fuck,” you whined. You could feel yourself begin to get desperate, even though he had been inside of you less than three hours prior. It didn’t matter how often you would be together; you had begun to assimilate to his appetite. You could feel yourself getting wet, despite already being sore from his love and attention the day before.

“You said, just a kiss,” you replied, trying to ignore his advances and stay strong.

“It was just a kiss baby,” he said, mask beginning to slip, “I’ll wait til we get back to our quarters before I’ll have you again.”

“B-but,” you tried to start, but couldn’t continue because of your embarrassment.

“What is it baby?” he said, smiling slowly morphing into a smirk.

“You’re hard,” you finally relented, looking up into his eyes.

“Oh, I can wait baby. That is unless you don’t want your well-known captain walking around boner.” He said, falling back into his mischievous look; mask now gone.

“I-I” you tried to start, now truly feeling lost in the sea of embarrassment. You couldn’t help being shy, in the same way Shanks couldn’t help being a mischievous bastard.

“You?” he prompted, allowing you time to collect your thoughts.

“I can-do you want help?” you asked, looking down at his bulge. He gently tipped your chin up.

“You know I’ll always take what ever my sweet treasure has to offers,” He started, “Don’t you love?” You nod in response, rolling your bottom lip between your teeth. You took one last deep breath before replying.

“Where-where would we go?” You just managed to get out. The streets had just begun to fill with early birds.

“Trust me?” Shanks asked,

“Always,” you reply in a heartbeat. He gave your forehead one last peck before looking down at you with a genuine smile. He lightly took his hand in yours after he had adjusted himself to the best of his ability. He led you down an alley in the direction of the marina. You had managed to get closer than you would have thought, stopping within a freight center; where goods were being traded, stored, and bought. There were crates surrounding you both. The piles that had two or more creates fully hid Shanks from view which wasn’t a small feat. You knew you were close to the docks as you smelled the seawater misting at the other end of the storage yard. Shanks covered your mouth with his hand preemptively, before pressing you firmly against a crate so that your stomach was touching it.

“I’m going to move my hand now love, try your best to be quiet, don’t want to draw attention to us, do you?” You nodded in response. He had you bent slightly with your hands pressed against the crate for support. You bit your lip to contain a whine as he hiked up your dress, exposing your ruined panties that he promptly slipped off. You widened your stance expecting him to tease your lower lips with his cock, before pushing in for a quicky. You couldn’t hold back the surprised gasp you let out when instead of his cock, you felt his tongue running over the seem of your pussy. You leaned more heavily against the crate in from of you as he ate you out from behind.

Your annoyance at being set up by him dissolved into lust as he began to lap at your clit while simultaneously fingering your tight cunt. You leaned firmly with your dominant arm while you held the palm of your other arm firmly against your mouth. After a minute of Shanks’ effort, you no longer need to worry about you being the reason you got caught. Every slurp, suction, and thrust of his fingers loudly echoed through the yard. The noises only encouraged his movements. As he ate you out with the same vigor he had when you two were alone in your quarters. You were close.

“Captain,” you whined just below your normal speaking volume, “I’m gonna cum if you don’t stop,”

Shanks blatantly ignored your warning; instead doubling down. His fingers sped up as he focused in on sucking on your clit. His only warning of the orgasm before it cut through you was the slight tremble of your legs locking up on either side of his head, keeping him in place. Your moans were thankfully muffled by your hand. You collapsed against the crate in the wake of your orgasm. Hypersensitive to Shanks’ movements as he eased his thick fingers out of your cunt. He let you recover for a moment before he gently pulled you off the crate, before pressing your back into it. Essentially trapping you between him and the create. Your mind was still hazy as you heard the telltale rusting of fabric as Shanks adjusted his clothing to free his cock. He waited until your eyes came back to focus, holding eye contact with his gleaming red eyes.

“Ready, Love?” he asked stroking your cheek.

“Yes,” you answered desperate for his cock. It was days like this that it became unclear who was a bad influence on whom. He kissed you to stifle your moan as he pushed in. He was a bit faster to start, knowing you were already partially stretched out from the events of the night before, and from the orgasm he had just granted you. Your lips stayed connected as he sped up, so overwhelmed with his pulsing cock that he no longer cared who could potentially hear or see you. Well him more than you, as he crowded your image with his body from any potential wandering eyes. He groaned as your pussy grasped him so tight it felt like you were trying to push him out. He only sped up again determined to cum with you.

“Fuck,” he groaned, pulling away from the kiss, resting his forehead against you.

“I’m gonna cum treasure, Fuck,” he started as you buried your face into his neck, “Where do you want me?”

A whine escaped you as he gently tugged you away from his neck momentarily.

“Love,” he prompted.

“I-In me please,” you begged also turning the corner into your own orgasm. You two shared a sloppy kiss as Shanks pulled out one last time before slamming back in as hard as he could, a bruising grip from his hand on your hip. You stayed like that for a moment basking in each other’s presence before the reality of your situation hit you. You immediately pulled back away from his lips, embarrassment rising in your cheeks as you felt hot shame on the back of your neck. You tried to pull your hips, but his grip wouldn’t budge.

“Love, you have to let go, someone’s going to find us”, you whined, anxiety clear in your voice. He let out a delayed nod, only now coming down from his high. He pressed a comforting kiss to your forehead as he eased out of you, letting your skirt fall back to its place slightly below your knees. He pulled back, readjusting himself as he gazed down at you mischievously.

“What did you do?” you asked him, knowing that nothing good ever came from that look.

“If you haven’t noticed yet, it can’t be that big of a deal.” He answered vaguely before taking your hand and exiting the storage yard. You got two steps before you began to feel his release slowly slide down your upper thigh. Your eyes widened in realization.

“S-Shanks give me back my panties,” you said in a low voice.

“What these?” he asked, holding the black underwear in a way only you could see it before he shoved it into his pocket.

“S-Shanks,” you whined, “I'm already starting to leak.”

“Huh, sounds like you better get back to the Red Force. Wouldn’t want anyone to see how much of a slut you are.” He responded with a smirk, letting go of your hand as he walked away from you. Unlike normal he didn’t break pace to accommodate your shorter legs. You felt almost lightheaded from the level of embarrassment you felt as you trailed quickly behind your brat of a captain.

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MASTERLIST

A/N: Hope you enjoyed ^-^ I'm glad I was able to maintain and only go over a little bit. Tomorrow's prompt is a little harder and will most likely be on the longer side. I will have a kinktober master list posted later today. Hope you're all doing well!

-Locke

[crownofgildedlilies]

christmas lights

pairing: kaminari x reader summary: Denki Kaminari should never be put in charge of making plans.  wc: 2.2k event masterlist

You should have known you were in trouble when Denki was the one who organized the group hangout. 

He had assured you everything was under control. All of your mutual friends—Mina, Kirishima, Sero, Bakugou, Jirou—had agreed to meet you both at a cafe in town just as the sun fell, then everyone would head over to the Christmas lights festival to enjoy the sights. 

Somehow, though, it just ended up being you and Denki. 

“Jirou just texted,” Denki waved his phone to emphasize his words. “She said she can’t make it, either. Something about her request to leave campus being denied?”

“Really?” Your face twisted in confusion. You hadn’t had any problems getting permission to leave, and neither had the others. “So no one else can come?”

Apparently, before you had even gotten to the cafe you were supposed to meet at, Mina and Kirishima both had separate family emergencies come up, Sero had gotten sick in the three hours it had been since you had talked to him last, and Bakugou had stopped answering his phone and was assumed to have fallen asleep. 

And Jirou was out, too. 

“Nope, weird, huh?” Denki laughed awkwardly, scratching at the back of his neck. The two of you were standing in line, waiting for your orders to go. The lights festival had already started, and you had really been looking forward to seeing all the bright decorations. 

“You still want to go, even if it’s just with me?” You asked hopefully. And maybe a little bashfully, too. How long has it been since you first started crushing on him? Somehow, his ridiculousness had won you over and you found him endearing instead of irritating. 

“Yeah, of course!” His smile was wide and genuine, and you couldn’t help but feel all sorts of mushy things in response to it. 

Mercifully, you were saved from having to respond without confessing your long harbored feelings for him by the sound of your orders being called out. Within a few minutes, you and Denki were out on the street, heading in the direction of the festival. 

The air was colder than it had been when you first left the dorms since the sun had set, and you had forgotten your scarf in your hurry to meet up with everyone—everyone resulting in being just Denki. 

Denki, who you were pretty sure was darting glances at you as you walked in silence. It was rare for him to be so quiet, so out of character that you couldn’t help but worry if something was wrong with him. 

“Are you good?” You hummed, shooting him a questioning look. At the same moment, you wrapped your arm around his, blaming the shiver that ran down your spine for why you needed to be so close to him and the flush in your cheeks on the chilled air. 

“Yeah, I am.” He smiled at you, and you fought the roll of your eyes in a defensive move. Instead, you dug your chin into the muscle of his shoulder to wordlessly reprimand him for the horrid offense of making you blush by simply smiling. He tilted his head to look at you better, but you watched as his attention snagged on something in the distance. “Woah, I see it!”

Sure enough, you glanced away from him and saw the Christmas lights in the distance. Red, green, white—warm and cool tones—drops of light in organized patterns or wrapped around trees. Twinkling, flashing, stagnant. 

Your eyes went wide the closer you got to the main part of the festival. Venders were stationed around the decorations, selling everything from t-shirts to sugar cookies to themed souvenir gifts. There was so much to take in, you involuntarily felt yourself clinging closer to the boy beside you. 

“Denks, it’s so pretty,” You breathed, and though you had been bummed before when you found out the rest of your friends hadn’t been able to make it, you realized you wouldn’t have wanted to miss the sights. 

And spending time alone with Denki was always a plus, even if it made you blush.

“Let’s look through the stalls. If you see any food that looks good I’ll pay for it.” Denki pulled you forward, and you shot him a curious look. 

“Since when do you offer to pay?” You teased, tugging him by his arm so that he slowed down and stayed pace with you. “Last time we all hung out, you begged Sero to pay for you.”

“I just forgot my wallet!” He defended, and the whine that left him had you tilting your head back with a laugh. 

“Whatever you say,” 

The rest of the festival passed with the two of you laughing and teasing. It felt like a normal hang out, even with most of the group missing, and you found yourself distantly thinking of more plans that you could make with just Denki. 

But after a while of looking at all the lights, he finally made good on getting you something to eat. There was a stand that sold handmade sugar cookies in various holiday shapes, and Denki dropped you off at a bench underneath a tree wrapped in colored lights so intricately, it looked as if the very leaves were made of light. 

While you waited for Denki to come back, you pulled out your phone and scrolled through social media. At first, nothing new popped up. After a while of scrolling, you decided to post a picture you made Denki take with you in front of a massive Santa Claus made entirely of lights, which then led to you clicking on Mina’s latest post. 

Her, Kirishima, and the so-called sick Sero all hanging out at the dorms, playing a card game. You were pretty certain you even saw a glimpse of Bakugou and Jirou in the back, and the sight left a bitter taste on your tongue. 

Did everyone make up excuses to bail on you?

“I’m back!” Denki called out in his usual energetic way, but you stood to meet him with a frown as you shoved your phone in his face to show him the post. 

“Look at this. How come Mina and Kirishima are hanging out right now if they both had family emergencies that kept them from joining us?” You pouted, absolutely feeling hurt that all your closest friends seemingly made up reasons to not spend time with you. You had been skeptical about Jirou not getting permission to leave campus, but you had planned to text Sero and ask if he needed any medicine while you were out, and Mina and Kirishima had apparently straight up lied. 

“Uh…” The color had drained from Denki’s face as he realized what was on the screen in front of him, as if he was at fault for everyone bailing on you. Still too annoyed, you missed his reaction and instead clicked your phone off, shoving it deep into your coat pocket. 

“Were they just pretending to be busy to ignore us?” You frowned, blowing out a puff of air in irritation. Your night had been going so well, you couldn’t help but be so disappointed in your friends’ actions. “That's so rude of them.”

“No! I doubt that.” Denki was nearly stumbling over his eyes, his face flush. With the hand that wasn’t holding the cookies he’d braved a long line for, he scratched the back of his neck and darted his attention all around the festival. “You know Kiri, he’d never!”

He was looking everywhere but at you, and that was entirely too suspicious for the man that hadn’t taken his eyes off you since you met up.

“Denki, you’re acting really weird.”

“Am I?” His voice came out in a squeak, and suddenly your annoyance turned into suspicion as you narrowed your eyes at him. For a pro hero in training, he was awful at covering his tells. 

“Yeah.” You accused. It was nothing but obvious he was hiding something. You hoped the disappointment you felt at him keeping secrets from you, too, was evident on your face. Your night was one wrong comment away from being ruined. 

“Okay! I admit it!” Denki cracked far faster than you thought it would, and he tipped his head back so he could look at the sky instead of you as he confessed what he knew. “I told them we had to bail on the plans for tonight so they wouldn’t come!”

“What? Why?” You could say with honesty that that hadn’t been what you thought he would say. 

“Because I might have wanted to hang out with you alone but I was too scared to tell you that so, surprise!” He was rushing through his words, so fast you barely could keep up. 

“Slow down.” You ordered, voice softer than it had been only previously. With your shoulders losing some of their tension, you took a tentative step towards him so that you were nearly toe to toe. “You wanted to hang out with me, alone?”

“Yeah,” He nodded, wincing. 

“And you didn’t want to tell me that?”

“Uh huh,” Another nod, and it was hard to keep your expression neutral. 

“So you lied to me and all of our friends to trick me into hanging out with you?”

“When you put it like that…” He trailed off, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. 

“You’re lucky you’re cute.” You huffed, crossing your arms. You were really struggling with hiding your grin, but you couldn’t pass up the opportunity to mess with him after he had apparently conned the entire friend group so he could spend time with you. 

“Huh?” He looked as if he had gone over his wattage, confused by what you had said and not quite sure you had meant it. Rolling your eyes, you stepped even closer so that your crossed arms were pressed against the toned muscle of his chest. 

“I’m not repeating myself until you actually ask me on a date.” You challenged, finally letting the traces of your amusement show through the cracks of your annoyed facade. He was just so adorable you couldn’t hold onto any of your anger. “You can’t just trick me into one.” 

“You wanna make this a date?” Denki asked, voice dripping in disbelief. 

“Close enough,” You muttered to yourself, setting one hand on the back of his neck and tugging him down so that his lips pressed against yours in a long awaited kiss. You could taste the hot chocolate he had drank on your walk to the festival, could feel him relax into the kiss when he processed what was happening. 

His hands found a place on your waist, giving an experimental tug to pull you closer. Remembering you were in public and not wanting to be a PDA couple—not that you figured Denki would mind much—you savored the kiss for a few short seconds before pulling back to smirk up at him. 

“Man, I should have just done that from the start,” Clearly, he had thought he had blown it from the moment you found out about his ruse. He was a little breathless, and somehow knowing he was just as affected as you made you giddy. 

“You think?” You grinned, teasing, enjoying the way your lips stung from both the cold and the absence of him. Needing to feel him close again, you set your chilled hands on his rosy cheeks, squishing them together only slightly. “Next time, you should really just ask me.”

“Next time, huh?” He smirked, the effect lost by your touch on his face and sounding entirely too smug for someone who had accidentally stumbled into a first date. “My plan worked then?”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” Rolling your eyes, you darted forward to give him another short kiss. “I’m pretty sure anyone else would have left you here the minute they found out you tried tricking them into a date.”

“I was going to ask!” He pouted, turning to the side in an oh so incredibly guilty way. The movement jostled your hands, so you dropped them to his shoulders, needing to feel him beneath your palms and confirm that it was all very real. “Eventually.”

“I’m planning the next date,” You settled, and the megawatt smile that flashed on Denki’s face drove away any chill encroaching on your soul. You forced yourself to step back slightly, but made up for the distance between the two of you by threading your fingers in his and tugging your conjoined hands into the pocket of your jacket. “Now c’mon, I want to see the rest of the lights.”

“Whatever you want,” Denki grinned, easily placated. Though, you were certain that you could get him to agree to whatever you wanted at the move, just only with the promise of a second date. Smirking up at him, you gave a wicked look he should know only meant trouble.

“I’m so telling everyone what you did as soon as we get back to the dorms.” 

“Aw, come on! They’ll never let me forget it!” 

You only laughed, but you couldn’t help but think that you would never forget it, either. 

Not with how pretty he looked under all the Christmas lights. 

[am-i-interrupting]

A Chiori x GN Reader please centered around a reunion. Let’s say they were already together but unlike Chiori they stayed behind to fight against the Shogunate. They promised that they would find her once it was over. Now they find themselves in Fontaine after quite a bit of time after finally finding out where Chiori is.

Journey to Her

It had been a long couple of years. Fighting tooth and nail, scraping hands and knees, yelling only to be ignored but finally, finally with the help of a traveler from lands far away, the Vision Hunt Decree was tarnished.

You held onto your vision with no one trying to rip it from your grasp. No longer did it need to be hidden. Your home was finally safe for not just you but everyone. There was no longer a need to hide away in fear and cower because there was nothing good left in the system.

With this finally over and done, you went into the depths of your closet. A soft, silky fabric touched your hands. It was one you had grasped many nights but today you put it on.

It was a perfectly fitted kimono. Although it was a bit shorter than what was average. Black in color with cherry blossom pattern. It was a beautiful contrast and a beautiful garment.

It was also made by someone most dear to you, a person who you hadn’t seen in years, someone you were going to now seek out.

You had promised, after all. Although, even if you hadn’t you still would. You missed her too much, after all.

Her loud nature, her hot headedness, her fierce determination, her sweet care. It was all missed.

So, you set out on a boat. In Liyue, you asked questions, searching for her and were led further west.

The waters from Liyue into Fontaine rocked the ship lightly from side to side. It was a calming lull like you’d never experienced before. You found yourself in Lumidouce Harbor.

From there, you took another ship off to the great city of Fontaine itself.

Your breath couldn’t help but escape you as you looked around the white cobblestone streets with water fountains, blue benches, and flowers tucked away in their little areas. It was such a long way from the grey and purple of Inazuma. It left you in awe.

You understood why she would be drawn to such a place. It’s magnificence was on par with her own.

People walked the streets in clothing unique to you. You’d never seen such a style.

There were ruffles and layers paired with hats and gloves. Accessories in feathers and flowers as well as bracelets and necklaces made of pearls and broaches of starfish.

It was easy to get enthralled and pulled in.

“Hey, you look a bit lost,” a feminine voice said.

You spun around and were faced with a blonde haired woman with two men behind her. Her hair fell in long ringlets, covered by a black hat with yellow and blue roses. A blue jeweled necklace hung down above her bustier which led into a short skirt with golden coattails trailing behind her. Both men wore matching suits and sunglasses. One behind her, the elder of the two, held a yellow umbrella in his hands which cast a shade on himself and the lady.

“I suppose you could say I am,” you told her.

She smiled. “Don’t let the venders hear you say that or they’ll grab you right up,” she said as she leaned in close and chose a slightly conspiratorial tone.

You laughed at her words. “Actually, could you tell me where I could find the Chioriya Boutique?”

“You’re in luck! I was just heading there myself,” she said. She looked her arm in yours and began to lead the way, introducing herself and her men as she did. “Is there a special occasion coming up?”

“You could say that. I promised someone I’d meet them there,” you answered.

“Oh? While it is a fantastical establishment, I will say it’s an odd place for a meet up,” she replied.

She steered you to the side of a couple walking by. “It’s where she works,” you answered. You waved your hand. “It’s half a surprise and half a fulfillment of a promise.”

Navia’s eyes got a slight gleam to them. “So it is a special occasion,” she said.

You couldn’t help but smile, a giddiness coming up in your chest you’d been trying to push down, “I suppose.”

Her arm around yours squeezed a bit and she began leading you faster, with more purpose.

The building was decked out, pink and blue. There was clothing outside on display. Your heart began to beat a bit faster, an anxious excitement began to take hold on you.

You found yourself squeezing Navia’s arm back.

When the door opened it revealed a nicely lit blue interior. Clothing decked the walls and stands. A blue and gold mat was perfectly pristine on the floor. A clerk desk was placed in the corner.

“Ah, Ms. Navia,” a store attendant greeted, “your order is in the back, I’ll go get it.”

A couple moments of silence. Your eyes went over all the clothing, so similar yet so different from what you’d seen in Inazuma. There was certainly sections which took on the distinct fashion of Fontaine but it still all had its own unique spin.

Yes, this was certainly her style. Even if it had evolved and changed, you would recognize it anywhere.

A fit of brown hair, tied and pinned in many loops with a hanging, spiraled curl was seen as a small, petite body pushed open the door.

“Navia,” a voice you hadn’t heard in many long years said, “I wanted to do one last fitting before I send these home with y—“

Chiori’s eyes widened as they met yours. Her posture immediately slumped from where she’d been standing up so tall. Some of the fabric in her hands flipped over her arms.

“Hi,” you said weakly.

Your name was whispered from her lips. She shoved the clothing into the arms of that same attendant who’d greeted you.

Slowly she took a step forward. Her hand raised up. Her fingers twitched. Then, slowly, a gloved hand met your cheek.

“You’re here,” she said. “After all this time. You’re really— Does that mean. . .?”

“It’s over,” you confirmed.

Her face split into a smile. Her hand went to the back of your head. She pulled your forward. Her arm went around your waist. Your own wrapped around her torso.

You melted into an embrace you hadn’t had in far too long.

[electronicnutcycle]

"Doubting" ll BBC Merlin x Arthur

Prompt: "I’m not the right person for you.” “You’re doing a bad job of convincing me of that.”

Description: Arthur , despite loving Merlin is having doubts about if he's the right person for Merlin.

Pairing: BBC Merlin x Arthur.

Warnings: Slight angst , but mostly tooth rotting fluff.

Arthurs POV:

It was currently early morning and the sun was just starting to rise and sunlight rays peak in through the velvet , lacey curtains. But I had been awake for at least a few hours now . The sleepless night came about by my thoughts , well more specifically about my servant Merlin . He’s quite wonderful even though he can be snarky and annoying at times , while our friendship runs deeper than most I sometimes get doubtful about our deep bond . Cause even though he's just a simple servant I feel as though I am not good enough for him and I as though I am not the right person for him.

But I fear that my pride will never admit let me admit that to him , at least I hope...

Knowing these feelings , these thoughts that are spiraling around my head , these doubts . I knew that I had to get them out somehow and it wasn’t gonna be easy for me . So I acted quickly by throwing the plush blanket off of me and hastily getting ready . Just as I reached the square it was full swing and it felt like every eye was on me , also the fact that I could feel the scorching summer sun engulfing my body , making droplets of sweat drop off the side of my temples . Luckily I had been able to get too where Merlin lived a without much trouble.

However , as I knocked Merlin wasn’t the one to answer the door . It was Gaius , out of the fact I don’t know him enough besides been the royal physician I momentarily paused . “Oh hello prince Arthur , can I do for you on this sweltering day?” Croaked out with a face twisted in a grimace “uh , well is Merlin here? , I needed to talk to him” “oh sorry sire , but I had JUST sent him to get me ingredients for some antidotes” the older man remarked while stirring a pot that sputtered and bubbled green sludge , I didn't dare ask what it was. "Oh , so the market is the best place where I’ll find him?” I asked with my hands on my hips , and with a nod from Gaius I head to the market.

As I head towards the market , I felt relief seeing the covers on the stall give me shade from the sweltering sun and not soon after arriving I see Merlin . He was talking to a vender who’s stall had plenty of herbs and glass vile bottles hanging from the side of the stall. "Hey , merlin!" I called out to him whilst I walked towards him , it took the third call for him to finally notice that I was trying to get his attention and almost instantly his face lit up as he in braced me into a hug , making me feel the slight tickle of herbs that he already had in his arms on my arm. "Pretty hot today , isn't it Arthur" the dark haired man remarked "I'll say so" I nod in agreement "so , umm what did you need me to do sire? merlin asked "well yes , I just want to talk to you about something important" "oh , is that so? , well we can talk on the way to my quarters as I needed to drop of some stuff that Gaius needed or we can talk after in a more private area , like your room?" "mmm , that would be ok" I said , confirming the plan . During the time that it took for us too get to Gaius and his place , we manage to flow into a range of topics , that's what I like about him , he knows how to how to have a good conversation .

When we got too his place we quickly dropped off the ingredients to a very thankful Gaius and left , as we were close to my room Merlin broke the silence “so now that we’re in a less populated place what did you want to talk about” I stop in my tracks , near my bedroom door and looked around to see if anyone can hear us “well , it’s important I would like too discuss this in my room” I whispered in his ear whilst opening the door . Just as I opened the door and we both entered, I instantly relaxed my shoulders whilst closing the door and without realising, I was hugging him I felt vulnerable in that moment like I was bleeding out and severely injured . “Are you ok , sire?” Merlin asked , his voice dripping with concern “no , I’m not I have had many thoughts and feelings” I started to say but then pondered off feeling ashamed of myself and my vulnerability, of the fact that I’m gonna be king one day and I’m acting like this? ridiculous. Somehow we were still hugging , what felt like a eternity must’ve been seconds , but as we still hugged I heard a faint scoff and my heat sank a little but before I could say or do anything Merlin piped up “ well would you like to talk about it?” . That when I finally let go “yes I would” I practically mumbled out feeling all sorts of emotions.

A few minutes go by and we were sitting on the floor , our backs were facing my bed and we were holding hands “so did you specifically want to talk something?” Merlin inquired while fiddling with my rings on my fingers , I sigh while leaning my head back “yes , I’ve been meaning to talk to you about this for a while now” I feel scared about how he gonna react but I continue “I - I feel as though I’m not the right person for you” as I finished speaking all I could hear is the slight breathing of Merlin and I and silence , it felt threatening and as I braced for impact of whatever snarky comment Merlin would come up with. But at he silence was interrupted by Merlin hugging me tightly whilst whispering

“You’re doing a bad job at convincing me of that”.

A/N: Thank you @toomanyfanficsbruh & @creativepromptsforwriting for the inspo/request , I'm so sorry the fic came out late I was so busy , anyways I hope anyone reading this fic enjoys it and has a good day/night! . Muawh <3 .

[tomhardymyking]

Did you know that...?

𝗧𝗼𝗺 was devoted to rap 🎤! He started when he was 14-15 years old, looking for his place in the music industry, even getting a deal with a record label 😮 The songs were written by him, he worked with 𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒎𝒚-winning producers, he recorded many things but they were never presented. And he put music aside when he started his career as an actor, because, according to himself in an interview 13 years ago: “because I come from a nice middle-class neighborhood it was a very hard sell, and I wasn't very good!” Hence his answer when asked this in an interview in 2021 🤭

However, currently, and as many already know, 𝗧𝗼𝗺 is rapping under a secret name 😏, and a few days ago it was announced that, he will release an album? Or at least new songs! 👏🏻💓

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¿Sabías que...?

¡𝗧𝗼𝗺 se dedicó al rap 🎤! Comenzó a los 14-15 años, buscando su lugar en la industria musical, obteniendo incluso un trato con una discográfica 😮 Las canciones eran escritas por él, trabajó con productores ganadores de 𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒎𝒚𝒔, grabó muchas cosas pero nunca fueron presentadas. Y dejó la música a un lado cuando empezó su carrera como actor, por, según él mismo en una entrevista hace 13 años: “como vengo de un buen vecindario de clase media, era difícil de vender, ¡y no era muy bueno!” De ahí su respuesta cuando le preguntaron esto en una entrevista en 2021 🤭

Sin embargo, actualmente, y como muchos ya saben, 𝗧𝗼𝗺 está rapeando bajo un nombre secreto 😏, y hace unos días se anunció que, ¿lanzará un álbum? ¡O al menos nuevas canciones! 👏🏻💓

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[botanicallyinclinednerd]

FreeNoodles interactions season 1:

Episode 0:

In their first interaction of the show, and indeed Pigsys very first appearance, Pigsy gets enraged at the idea of anyone getting free food at his establishment, after all "I'm not running a charity here, Tang!" Tang pushes Pigsy back (on his nose) with a smile, claiming that he pays with wisdom. Pigsy is not impressed and yells in Tang's face again, calling him a freeloader

Pigsy turns around to see Tang eating a bowl of noodles and raises a spoon threateningly. It cuts to the outside of the shop shaking as Pigsy presumably chases Tang, calling him a coward and demanding payment

Tang begs Pigsy to watch where he's driving, so he doesn't kill them all

Tang wishes to turn back because of the danger and Pigsy pushes his head away and tells him to "Shut it you big baby"

Tang pointedly leans into Pigsy's space while complimenting Sandy's hospitality and commenting that "certain noodle shop owners could learn a lot from your hospitality, Sandy"

When they think MK is dead, Pigsy is in denial, and Tang says softly, "There's nothing we could do." Pigsy gets mad and marches over to Tang, grabbing him by the scarf and insisting that he (Pigsy) should have been able to do something to protect MK. Tang doesn't react, simply looking miserable, before saying that they should protect people so MK's sacrifice wasn't in vain. The fight seems to have left Pigsy

Episode 1

Pigsy shows up all mad that he's been working while everyone has just been lying around, and while tang at first looks intimidated, he calls him "Piggy" and that he should relax, time off never hurt anyone

Pigsy steps on Tang's shoulder to yell at Mei and MK, and Tang looks unimpressed up until the moment Pigsy shoves Tangs's head into his bowl of noodles while yelling at the kids.

Episode 4

Pigsy and Tang are at the market together. Tang is unimpressed by carrot quality, Pigsy brags about being a quality chef.

Tang suggests they keep going, and skip this vender (who turns out to be Spider Queen) but when he turns to look at where Pigsy had been, he is gone. He is alarmed when he sees Pigsy talking to her, and looks annoyed by Pigsy's words. He is confused by her "excellent wares" being nothing edible looking, and asks if Pigsy is blind

Tang grabs Pigsy's arm as he goes to follow Spider Queen, and starts to tell him he has a bad feeling. Pigsy shakes him off and begs him to let him have this. Tang nervously follows as Pigsy enters the tent

Pigsy and Tang are wrapped up in the same web, neither looking happy about this situation. Tang makes a comment about Pigsy entering the shop, and Pigsy weakly tries to defend himself, she claimed she had ingredients! And Tang responds with a shake of his head, "I don't think that's what you were looking for, Pigsy"

Tang and Pigsy share a frightened look after Spider Queen informs them that they will be her dinner

Tang struggles, trying and failing to get free. He reassures Pigsy that he's sure MK will be there soon to rescue them. When he tells Spider Queen that he's "kinda like a father figure" to MK, Pigsy sighs and kinda rolls his eyes.

Tang tells Pigsy not to worry, that MK is too smart to fall for one of Spider Queen's traps

Pigsy apologizes to Tang for getting them into this situation, and that they'll "need to work together to get out of it." Tang agrees, determined. They both start struggling to get free, wiggling enough to drop to the ground where they manage to cut theirselves free on Mei's sword

This moment of Tang and Pigsy holding each other tightly as they fall

Tang slumps over Pigsy after they sucessfully escape Spider Queen and are in the boat

Episode 5

A picture that the demons had for whatever reason. I have many questions and no answers

Episode 6

Pigsy and Tang watch the race together on the TV from the noodle shop

Pigsy and Tang hug in celebration when Mei and MK win the race

Episode 10

Tang grabs noodles from Pigsy's bowl while saying, "You were done with this..." Pigsy yells at Tang while pulling his bowl away

[witchthewriter]

𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝑾𝒆 𝑪𝒂𝒏 𝑴𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝑰𝒕 𝑻𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓

Paid story for @sardonic-the-writer.  Word Count: 1k Warnings: walkers, killing, killing walkers... mentions of violence, otherwise it’s pretty fluffy

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ        

The air was warm outside, Rick and the others were hard at work, sweating and grunting. They were building traps for Walkers. Animal traps really, but it was better than wasting bullets or having them get too close.

  You had just come back from helping Glenn on a run. Supplies had been low for a while, so it was time for you him to go back out. However, you had gotten close to the soft-hearted man. His friendliness wasn’t a ploy, or a mask. Glenn was genuine.

   So, it was hard to leave his side. Because everyone else seemed too … off … or rather, mysterious. Like they had shadows and deep regrets that didn’t make them trustworthy in their core. Except for Glenn and … Daryl.

  You had a crush on the red neck ever since you came with Rick’s group to Hershel’s farm.

 Your fondness started when you realised just how much passion he had for trying to find Sophia. It was admirable.

  But your beginnings weren’t kind.

Eight, your German Shephard ran the dirt road back to the farm, barking happily as he saw Daryl. They too didn’t have a very good beginning.

   The old factory had been run down for years before the time of the Walkers. And being homeless before that made it easy to survive in this new world. It had been your home for a year; sleeping in a hammock, eating out of canned soup and at times, stealing from venders. Eight had always been a good companion. A good look out, and an even better fighter.

   When Rick’s group had found you, it was his decision to take you with them. Shane and Daryl were firmly against it, while Glenn, T-Dogg and the rest were in the green.

  And that’s how you came to be here. The farm wasn’t a bad place to be, a hundred times better than the factory. One of your favourite things was watching Eight run around the open fields, his tongue flapping, tail wagging. It was one of the things that made both you and Daryl smile. Although, whenever someone noticed Daryl smiling his instant response was to drop it.

     “Find anything good?” Maggie came up beside you, throwing the pack over her shoulder and lugging it into the house. You and Glenn followed, each carrying your own bags of plunder.

  “We found a few knives, a packet of cigarettes, dog food, for Shane –“ You interjected, and Glenn snorted in response.

 The floorboards creaked as you walked up the steps, and the front door squeaked in greeting. These were one of the few noises you had gotten used to; everything else made you jump.

    Unloading on the wooden kitchen table, you put everything into piles. Important, and then the rest. And then subcategories because you couldn’t help yourself. It was one of your autistic traits. The others didn’t mind, not one bit.

 Maggie started putting the cans away, while Glenn put the bags back where they usually went. Everything had to go back to its usual place. In case of emergencies – and just plain curtesy.

  You sat back and started taking inventory when the door swung open.

   “Hey Glenn we got a lot more than wha-“

You stopped talking as soon as you saw who it was. Not Glenn. But your greasy-haired crush, Mr Dixon.

  “Good run,” he stated, filing through the packets of bandages, bottles of pills and rubbing alcohol. 

“Sure was,” you said in a casual voice, pretending that your heart wasn’t thumping erratically.

   “Any Walkers?” you stole a glance at Daryl and his eyes flickered towards you, but only for a second.

“A few,” you answered remembering that you hadn’t looked in the mirror after coming back. There had been three of them; strays that were caught in different parts of the pharmacy. But with your knife and Glenn’s own weapon, you were fine.

  “You got some…here-“ Daryl went and wet a tea towel and came back over to you. Suspiciously, Maggie and Glenn hadn’t come back inside.

He knelt down beside you and wiped away dark Walker blood from your neck and face, making sure not to be too rough.

   “Must’a caught your cheek on something, It’s pretty scratched up.” You couldn’t make eye contact with him, especially not with the proximity. Being so close, you could smell the dirt, earth and sweat that emanated from Daryl. You didn’t mind it.

“Didn’t feel anything,” you replied lightly, shocked at his tenderness.

 Daryl had been slowly getting used to you, and after five months he had accepted you were part of the group, as well as Eight. His prior impressions had faded away until new ones emerged; you weren’t uptight like he thought you were, just quiet. Reserved. You kept to yourself. And he’d be lying if he said he didn’t like your sarcastic remarks.

 The dining room was quiet as Daryl wiped away the remaining blood and fixed up your cut. He’d been listening to Hershel talk to Lori about how to heal and had started to know his way around mending bodies. 

  “Thank you,” your words came out barely above a whisper.

In a gruff voice he replied, “you’re ah, welcome.”

  Getting up, he threw the tea towel in the dirty laundry and left the house, you could hear the front door swing shut.

 You shook your head in confusion, mere months ago he wanted you dead. He had been adamant that you weren’t an asset. That taking you on would be a liability. And now his hands were so tender as they cleaned your face. You could still feel the warm pressure, easing the headache that you didn’t know was coming on.

  Then you heard a voice whistled from behind you, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen Daryl … be so nice,” Glenn’s smirk made you blush. Well, blush even harder. Your cheeks already felt hot to the touch.

   “He was just…I-“ You couldn’t explain it because you didn’t really understand it fully yourself. Was it just politeness? Friendship? An olive branch?  

 Or was it something…more?

[arcxnumvitae]

A pop tart is a ravioli (Ven)

"Anon" || Unprompted

"Why are you harassing me!?"

[babejinxy]

In love with you - part 9

Pairing: Powder x fem!reader

Warnings: friends to lovers, SMUT, kissing, fluff

Synopsis: Powder had been your best friend for years, the two of you met when she was running from the cops when she and her brothers broke into and blew up an apartment in Piltover and you helped them escape. What you never imagined, is that the love of your life was always right there in front of you…

A/N: This is a fic about Powder from the alternate universe, it has nothing to do with Jinx.

🌟 English is not my first language, so I apologize if there are any mistakes.

✨ I just wanted to clarify that Caitlyn is a little older than the reader and Powder, but they are all of legal age, okay?

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

You were reading a book lying on your bed when your mother knocked on the door and came in, “y/n?”, she asked coldly. “I’m reading”, you answered rudely. “Your father and I are going to meet Mel, you better be at the Kirammans’ house at seven, we’ll meet there, be there, did you hear me?”. An idea flashed in your head at that moment, “are you and daddy going out now?”, you looked at her with a little smile. She raised an eyebrow and adjusted her posture, “did you hear what I said?”. You rolled your eyes, “yes I heard, now can you leave?”. She looked at you with narrowed eyes, a serious and irritated look and then closed the door and you heard her footsteps moving away.

As soon as your parents left, you called your girlfriend to come over so you could go to the Kirammans' dinner together. You didn't tell her that the dinner was at Caitlyn's house, much less the reason for it. They hated each other and you knew Powder wouldn't come if she knew and you wouldn't know how to tell her everything your mother said earlier. So you were going to take her to the dinner and introduce her as your girlfriend, so everyone would know that you were already taken and you could go on with your life normally with the person you truly loved.

You were in the kitchen leaning on the counter eating baked s'mores, your favorite dessert, when Powder arrived at your house and walked over to you. "Hey babe, sorry I was late, I was helping Vender with the bar," she said hugging you from behind and leaving a little kiss on the side of your neck, which tickled you and you cringed smiling. “And after I fixed things with Ekko, I gave him a hand with the project he’s working on,” she said, smelling your hair before resting her chin on your shoulder. “What would they do without you, huh?”, you said, pulling away from her and placing a piece of s’mores in her mouth, and she didn’t miss the opportunity to lick the tip of your finger covered in marshmallow and chocolate.

“And what would I be without you?”, she said smiling and pecking your lips. “I think it’s probably the same as me without you”, you wrapped your arms around her waist and kissed her. Powder brought her hands to your face and took a step forward without breaking the kiss and pinned you against the counter, intensifying the kiss a little when she asked permission to explore your mouth with her tongue, which you allowed. You wrapped your arms around her neck and she lowered her hands to your hips, under your white pleated skirt, squeezing your soft skin a little.

“Aren’t your parents here?” she asked between your lips, biting your lower lip. “They’re out and we have a few hours before dinner,” you said, smiling as your lips brushed against hers. “Hmm, great, because I want you now,” she said, nuzzling your neck and leaving hot kisses and bites on your warm skin. You closed your eyes and bit your bottom lip as you panted. “Maybe we should go to my room,” you said, squeezing the back of her neck a little. “Or maybe we should stay here,” she said, sucking on a mark on the skin just below your ear.

Powder grabbed your legs and lifted you up, sitting you on the counter. You smiled at her sudden act and she slammed her lips into yours with force and desire. You couldn't blame her desperation, after all, she had been repressing this desire to have you for years and just like her, you couldn't resist having your best friend and now girlfriend fucking you on top of the kitchen counter. It was fucking hot.

She sucked your bottom lip between her teeth and slowly released it. “Is that okay with you, baby?” she asked, caressing the side of your thighs, making you shiver. “What did I tell you about not having to ask?” you said, smirking at your blue-haired girlfriend, who bit her bottom lip and smiled, “good girl.”

Powder started kissing your jaw and neck, moving her hands from your thighs to your boobs covered by the lilac crop top you were wearing and caressing your boobs, squeezing them a little over the fabric. You leaned back on the counter and supported yourself on your hands behind you, throwing your head back giving Powder more space to kiss your neck. She was drunk feeling your scent that she loved so much while she kissed and nibbled your skin, “hmm… you feel so good love”, she said against your soft skin.

Powder moved her hands down your thighs again and spread your legs before kneeling between them. She brushed her lips along the length of your leg and then began to leave hot kisses and suck on the skin of your inner thigh, until she got close to where you needed her most, the wet spot on your panties only getting bigger and bigger. She kissed and licked the wetness of your panties and gasped as she got a preview of your sweet, inviting taste, making you moan softly and bite your lower lip. Powder pulled your panties to the side and spread your folds with her fingers before bringing her wet lips closer to your throbbing cunt. You closed your eyes and bit your lower lip against the cold and shivers that sprouted in your body from the inside out as you felt her hot breath against your needy pussy.

She began to massage your clit with her index and middle fingers at a torturously slow pace. “P-Pow Pow babe, please,” you said in a tearful voice. “Shh..”, she whispered, rubbing her fingers slowly from your clitoris to your hole. Powder looked up at you and smiled mischievously before plunging her tongue into your soaking wet cunt. You let out a moan, not too loud, but a little louder than you would have liked as she began to lick and swirl her tongue around your swollen clit.

“Oh Pow that feels so good, babe,” you said with your eyes closed, wetting your lips and biting your lower lip, smiling a little. “I know… and you’re sweet baby, I love your taste,” she said with her lips on your pussy and went back to licking and sucking your clit as she brought two fingers inside your slippery hole, she stuck them inside you without much effort, making you stretch a little on the counter and moan softly. Powder began to finger fuck you slowly and deeply, increasing the thrusts of her fingers along with her tongue on your throbbing clit.

You moaned loudly and grabbed her blue hair as she trapped your clit between her lips and sucked on it like a hungry calf while curling her fingers inside you hitting that sweet spongy spot inside you over and over. Powder only looked up at you to see your fucked out expression and pretty face contorted and smiled against your sensitive bud. She continued pumping her fingers inside your pussy fast and deep, hitting all the right spots as she hungrily ate you out.

You were a moaning, whimpering mess, writhing and clutching at the strands of her scalp beneath you. She had one hand gripping, squeezing, and massaging the plush skin of your thigh as she finger fucked you deliciously. You felt your body contract and a throbbing sensation in your pussy, waves of heat began to rise up your thighs to your body and when your legs began to tremble you knew you were close to cumming. Powder also knew the moment she felt your walls clench around her fingers.

“O-oh Powder I’m gonna cum,” you gasped through your heavy breathing. “I know baby, you’re swallowing my fingers… come for me pretty girl,” she said before going back to licking and sucking your throbbing, aching clit and curling her fingers to hit your sensitive spot once more. “Oh god,” you moaned as the knot in your stomach unraveled and you came hard on your girlfriend’s fingers. You squeezed your eyes shut and moaned over and over as she fucked you through your orgasm. Powder continued to thrust her fingers into you, while still eating you out. Your cum dripped from your hole down to her wrist and sprayed onto your thigh, her mouth, and her arm from the thrusting of her fingers in and out of your abused hole.

You couldn't take it anymore, it was too much. So you brought your right hand to her wrist with difficulty because of the spasms of your body. "B-baby, p-please no, no more", you said whimpering. Powder took her fingers out of your pussy and went down her tongue to your hole, collecting and cleaning every last drop of your juice. "Hmm... I can easily get addicted to this baby", she said taking her fingers coated with your cream in her mouth. You were recovering from your intense orgasm to say anything, Powder laughed a little and cleaned the splashes of your cum on the inside of your thigh - with her mouth.

Powder pulled your panties back into place and stood up from between your legs, “you did so good for me, love”, she said caressing your cheek with her thumb and resting her forehead against yours. You both smiled looking at each other with your foreheads together, “it’s because you’re good in the sack”, you said biting your lower lip and giving her a peck on the lips. “It’s because I’m crazy about you babe”, she said smiling and looking at your lips. You brought your hands to her face and brought your lips closer to hers and kissed her softly, tasting your own taste on her lips. Powder - who was standing between your legs - squeezed your waist and you wrapped your legs around her waist, then she lowered her hands to your hips squeezing them and massaging them during the kiss.

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚 ˖ ݁𖥔

After you and Powder spent the rest of the afternoon together, doing what you did before as usual when you were just best friends, like watching movies, gossiping, laughing at stupid things and pretentious people - but with all respect and without malice, as you used to say - and of course, after many kisses and wandering hands, the two of you were finally getting ready for dinner at the Kirammans' house.

Powder asked you a few times where this dinner would be, but you avoided the subject by talking about other things or distracting her with your kisses. Of course you didn't feel comfortable behaving like this and not telling her the truth, but you couldn't risk her refusing to go with you. You needed to tell and prove to everyone that the two of you were more than friends and that nothing, not anyone, much less your family, could change that.

After she finished helping you with your makeup, it was your turn to help her with hers. She was sitting in your light pink petal velvet chair at your vanity with her eyes closed while you finished blending the blue and pink eyeshadow into her eyes. Powder had her hands on either side of your waist before she slid them down to your ass barely covered by your sculpted strappy black unitard playsuit. “Hey! Those hands,” you joked, laughing a little, making her laugh too. She raised her arms defensively, “What? I’m not doing anything wrong baby, your playsuit is too smooth and my hands just slipped a little,” she said laughing. “Oh yeah right” you said wryly smiling as you went back to focusing on finishing her makeup.

Powder was still smiling as she placed her hands on the flesh of your buttocks again, teasing you a little more. You didn't say anything this time, of course you were enjoying this. You were just finishing shading her right eye with the pink eyeshadow when she pulled you onto her lap. You adjusted yourself on top of her and tilted her head back, holding her chin to lift her head a little. She opened her left eye to look at you as you worked on her right eye. "Babe close your eyes, I don't want to make one look different from the other," you said kissing the tip of her upturned nose. "I doubt you'll make a mistake, you're perfect at this. Not only that... I like looking at you, but ok...," she said, closing her eyes. "I'm almost done and you'll have all the time in the world to look at me as much as you want," you said, smiling as you lined the blue eyeliner. “I don’t like to miss any of your details,” she said with a pout. You just kept smiling as you finally finished.

You analyzed her made-up eyelids and they were perfect, millimetrically the same and you smiled proudly at yourself. “Y/n? Can I open my eyes now?”, she asked anxiously. Instead of answering you brought your lips closer to hers and sealed them quickly, then pulled away, but Powder brought a hand to the back of your neck and pulled you back to her lips, kissing you deeply and sticking her tongue into your mouth to find yours. You kissed back, even though you were a little disoriented because you weren't expecting her sudden and somewhat desperate act. “Babe, you’re going to ruin your makeup and we need to finish getting ready,” you said with your eyes closed and smiling as she buried her face in the crook of your neck and started kissing your skin. “Ugh, what if we don’t go, huh?” she said brushing her lips all over your neck until she reached your lips where she left a little kiss.

You opened your mouth to object, but before you could say anything, Powder crashed her lips into yours, kissing you again. At that moment, when she knew that the two of you would be in the middle of other people, something possessive grew inside her, something she didn't know she had inside her. She had always loved you beyond the love of best friends and had always felt jealous of you, but this time, this jealousy was different even for her. It was something new, closer to possession.

“I would really like that,” you said, laughing a little and getting up from her lap, but she pulled you by the arm and you put your hands on her shoulders to balance yourself while she grabbed your waist, both of you laughing a little. “Then we don’t have to go,” she said, pecking your lips. You kissed each other while smiling, “I promise that after dinner you’ll have me all to yourself,” you said, biting your lower lip. She looked at you with half-closed eyes playfully, “I’ll charge you baby,” she said, laughing a little. “You won’t even need it,” you replied, giving her a peck on the lips. You looked up at the clock on top of your dresser, “Ok, now we need to change our clothes, we can’t be late.”

Powder was fixing her bangs and brushing her choppy blue hair when you came out of your closet wearing a long, tight, low-cut cobalt blue dress. You had chosen silver heeled sandals - which made you about two inches taller than Powder, since you were the same height. You approached her and hugged her from behind, resting your chin on her shoulder. “You look so sexy when you’re wearing heels, I’ve always wanted to tell you that,” she said, turning her head and giving you a quick peck on the lips. “And you look sexy when you’re wearing a dress,” you said, pulling away from her and going to your vanity to brush your hair.

Your hair was tied up in a bun, but you couldn't keep it that way because of the hickey marks Powder had left on the side of your neck. She walked over to you and it was her turn to hug you from behind, holding your waist. "And those marks on your neck only make you even sexier... and mine," she said gently kissing the marks she herself had left on your skin. “More yours than ever and much more yours than I’ve ever been with anyone else,” you said, smiling. Powder felt a pang of jealousy inside her when she thought that you had been with other people before her and remembered how she felt about it before and that feeling only got worse now that you were finally her girlfriend. “You were always mine actually, weren’t you babe?”, she asked with a slightly more serious voice now, “the others were just mistakes, weren’t they?”. You knitted your eyebrows in confusion, “before we were friends, Pow,” you said, laughing a little. “But you always loved me and wanted me too, you said that baby, remember?”.

Powder let go of your waist and looked at a fixed point on the floor while playing with her fingers. You smiled softly and held her hands in yours. “Hey babe… don’t be embarrassed about it”, you laughed a little, but what you didn’t know is that she wasn’t embarrassed, she was fighting that horrible feeling of possession that was growing inside her again at that moment. “Yeah, I’ve always loved you, but we kind of had a life before we got to where we are now, you know that…”, you felt her squeeze your hands a little too tightly, but the moment she came to her senses and noticed how you frowned, she softened her touch again. “Hm… anyway, we can just forget everything that happened before and live in the now, together”, you smiled and placed a little kiss on her lips.

She felt horrible about this feeling of possession, this was new to her, something she didn't know existed inside her and this was the last thing she wanted to feel, she was fully aware that this was not a good feeling, not for her, much less for you. "Sorry baby, I think too much", she said shaking her head. "Okay, but from now on I only want you and I'm yours", you said smiling and winking at her.

You two finished getting ready and Powder watched you as you applied your cherry lip gloss and when you finished applying it to your lips and threw it inside your silver handbag, she came to you, "wait a minute, come here", she said pulling you by the waist and hitting her lips on yours, feeling the taste of your lip gloss straight from your lips, just like she always dreamed. She kissed you softly, enjoying the moment, your tongues dancing together in perfect sync. Powder bit and pulled your bottom lip lightly between her teeth before releasing your lips. You smiled at each other and you hugged her, wrapping your arms around her neck while she wrapped her arms around your waist. “Hmmm… I love your scent,” she said, her face hidden in the crook of your neck and placing a small kiss on your neck.

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The two of you arrived at the Kirammans' mansion five minutes after the scheduled time, of course it was on purpose, you just wanted to irritate your mother as much as possible.

As soon as you entered the mansion's entrance hall, one of the servants collected your coat and Powder's jacket to store them in the cloakroom before you headed to the dining room. Powder looked around, she wondered how she would get used to attending these luxurious places with you, your family and your piltie friends, this was too much luxury for her.

You both walked into the living room and your parents, Cait and her parents looked at you both. Mr. and Mrs. Kiramman looked at you and Powder with wide eyes in surprise, Cait looked straight at Powder with narrowed eyes and then looked at your hands clasped in hers. Your mother looked at you with a deadly and fierce look, she adjusted her blouse and crossed her arms, while your father looked puzzled with a frown.

You were a little nervous, but pleased with everyone's reaction. However, Powder was unresponsive and awkward, and at the same time, anxiety took over her, she could have expected anything but this. She looked at Caitlyn, the woman she hated most in Runeterra, with narrowed eyes, and you could feel the tension between the two as they stared at each other.

“Good evening everyone, first I would like to apologize for being late and I would also like to introduce you to my girlfriend, Powder”, you said smiling and looked directly at your mother, and raised your eyebrow at her provocatively and gave her a provocative smile. You could feel the fury and anger coming directly from her and it only made you even more proud of yourself.

Everyone in the room was perplexed and confused, including Powder, who didn't expect it to happen tonight especially in this way, she also didn't understand what was happening, nor the reason for all this. Your mother took a deep and audible breath and then got up from the couch and forced a smile on her lips, trying to say calmly and casually, "oh, this daughter of mine... always playing pranks", she forced a little laugh and continued, "this is just a frind of hers...", she swallowed hard before speaking, changing the tone of her voice to a tone closer to carelessness, "... from undercity", she finished shaking her head quickly and forcing a smile again looking at Powder, "isn't it, dear?", she looked directly and sternly into the eyes of the blue-haired girl, making her feel embarrassed and awkward with the situation.

Powder looked at everyone and quickly at you, who was looking at her smiling, waiting for her to deny your mother's question and confirm that you two were dating, assuming you. "Um... yes, ma'am...", that was all that came out of her mouth, all she could say at the moment. Everyone seemed relieved, Cassandra Kiramman gave a forced smile and looked at Powder with a certain disdain and then sipped the champagne from her glass.

You immediately let go of Powder's hand and looked at her in bewilderment, frowning, not believing what had happened. Powder was mad at you, she couldn't and didn't even want to look at you now, she still didn't understand and was confused by all of that, were you trying to humiliate her? Why did you bring her to your ex's house, who you knew she couldn't stand, and why did you and your parents go to that dinner with Caitlyn Kiramman and her parents? If you had at least told her that you wanted to introduce her as your girlfriend, everything would be different, she would have prepared herself for this. Now all she wanted to do was run away, but how could she do that? She had no reaction at all, this was all very humiliating and she felt like an intruder, a gatecrasher.

“Y/n, sweetheart, Cait has a gift she would like to give you,” Cassandra said smiling and looking at her daughter. “Oh no, no…”, you thought. You were nervous, afraid of what would happen, you wanted to scream and cry and leave there, but you could only pretend to be normal and smile, even though the tension between you and Powder was killing you.

Cait picked up a burgundy velvet box and walked over to you with a smile. The taller woman looked into your eyes and said in her velvety, penetrating voice, “I wish I could have given you this at your parents’ party, I waited for you… I’m sorry you couldn’t make it yesterday.” Powder glared at her furiously and her breathing was heavy, you could feel the tense atmosphere passing through you. You, in turn, didn't know how to react or what to say. Cait opened the box and you came across a beautiful red diamond necklace, but not even the beauty of the necklace was able to ease the tension and make you truly smile.

“Cait… it’s beautiful… thank you”, you forced a smile. “Can I?”, she asked, smiling widely. A pang in your chest and a chill rose in your stomach, you looked at everyone in the room, including Powder - who had her fists clenched, glaring furiously at the older woman - if you let Cait put the necklace on you, she would certainly see the hickeys on your neck and maybe everyone else present, but how could you deny that? “Of course,” you said, taking a deep breath and still with the fake smile on your lips. So that your parents and Cait’s parents wouldn’t notice the marks on your skin, you turned your back to them and pushed your hair back, holding it. Cait approached you from behind and placed the beautiful necklace around your neck, her blue eyes passing over the hickeys on your skin, and she immediately looked at Powder out of the corner of her eye, who was staring at the scene with fury and at the same time dying inside. If Caitlyn Kiramman had believed Powder when she said she was just your friend, now she knew the inventor girl had lied. Cait clasped the necklace shut and just pretended not to see the purple marks tattooed on your plush skin. You immediately fixed your hair, hiding your marked neck. You turned to face everyone and stood there smiling fakely as everyone talked about how the beauty of the necklace matched yours.

One of the Kirammans' employees came into the living room to say that dinner was already served and that they had already set another place at the table, in this case a place for Powder. Cait was behind you and placed her hand on your back as you all headed towards the dining room. Powder's displeasure and anger only grew with each passing second as she saw Caitlyn with her hands on you and being unable to do anything about it, and the fact that you were letting your ex touch you as if she wasn't there was only making her even more angry and upset.

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During dinner, Powder didn't say a word, you also avoided talking, speaking only when someone spoke directly to you or just to contradict, provoke and retort your mother. You and Powder also didn't exchange a single word, you were sitting between her and Cait, but it seemed like there was a barrier between the two of you and for the first time in years you both were feeling uncomfortable around each other and that was what was hurting both of you the most.

Caitlyn was also quiet, she was always more serious and very polite, but the fact of having Powder in her house also made her uncomfortable. Not because Powder was an undercity girl, Cait didn't care about that, but because it was her... your best friend who Cait always knew was actually in love with you, the girl she never got along with, and who was now probably your new girlfriend and despite all the mistakes Cait made, she still loved you and wanted you. Cait thought that maybe there was a slight chance that you were faking all of this just to get to her after she had the unfortunate act of cheating on you with her coworker Maddie, after all you were younger and immature, and this type of attitude could be normal for you. All she wanted was to get some alone time with you so the two of you could talk about everything, she had wanted this for a while and this dinner was planned with the intention of her being able to work things out with you.

So Cait took advantage of the fact that her parents were busy talking about business with your parents and placed her left hand on your right hand, which was crumpling the cloth napkin in your lap because of the anxiety you were feeling about the situation, you frowned and looked at her hand on top of yours. Powder gave Caitlyn an angry look that went from her hand on yours to her face.

“Hey, is everything okay?” Cait asked in her velvety voice, but you didn’t answer, you just stood there staring at her large hand covering yours. Cait smiled and leaned closer to your ear, “You look stunning tonight.” You pulled away a little with a grimace, not knowing if Cait noticed or not. This was really too much for Powder to handle, she had reached her limit and she didn't know what she would do if she continued there, since anything could be the last straw now. She stood up abruptly and all eyes turned to her, she changed the frown on her face to an embarrassed expression. "I-I need to leave now, thank you Mr. and Mrs. Kiramman for dinner and... I'm sorry for... anything, good night", she said quickly and before anyone could say anything, she was already walking out the dining room door.

You pulled your hand from Caitlyn's and said, standing up quickly, "excuse me," you hurriedly left after Powder before anyone - more specifically your mother - could hold you there any longer...

I confess that I was a little angry with y/n while writing this haha 👀

[samueldays]

I got curious about Christian funeral practices and I wanted to ask: how many of you hear "from dust you shall again arise" or similar from the priest or speaker at funerals? It was common for me growing up and I learned it's rare out in the world.

I wanted to put a poll but the answers don't fit neatly into categories, so, please, tell me whether you've heard the phrase and what your cultural background is.

Long context under the cut:

It is written in Genesis 3:19 (NKJV)

Till you return to the ground, For out of it you were taken; For dust you are, And to dust you shall return.”

Norwegian: "inntil du vender tilbake til jorden, for av den er du tatt; for støv er du, og til støv skal du vende tilbake."

There is an elaboration on this with the promise of resurrection, which is commonly spoken at Christian funerals in Norway: "Av jord er du kommet, til jord skal du bli, men av jorden skal du igjen oppstå."

(Dust you are, to dust you shall return, and from the dust you shall again arise.)

I would guess the third phrase is drawing on Daniel 12:2, "And many of those who sleep in the dust of the earth shall awake".

And then I read a claim that this is particular to the Norwegian church, which was surprising because it seemed to me like it would fit as a general Christian expression. I tried searching for several variations on 'from dust you shall arise/stand up/resurrect' and didn't get anything, so I guess it is rare among English-speakers.

On the other hand, I found that it is said in the Danish church:

I kirken kaster præsten jord på kisten tre gange med ordene: Af jord er du kommet, til jord skal du blive, af jorden skal du igen opstå. 

Sooooo... who else says this?

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Another thing that indicates this is rare: for common Christian texts, Google Translate has such a very large public corpus available in so many languages that it hardly "translates" input in the ordinary sense, it looks up the corresponding liturgy in the other language and avoids a lot of the sharp edges and imprecisions of direct translation.

But for this,

it gets "bli" outright wrong - the verb here means to transition to a new state (to become earth) but Google Translate has used the homonym verb meaning to remain earth despite the presence of the "til" cue. "Bli til" is to change, "Forbli" is remain if one needs to distinguish between the senses of "bli".

[mania-sama]

rule #33 - pyre

Rule #33 - Pyre - Fish in a Birdcage

➼ information ❧ Jujutsu Kaisen ❧ Pairing: Gojo Satoru & Nanami Kento, Fushiguro Megumi & Fushiguro Tsumiki & Gojo Satoru ❧ Tags: veteran! gojo, gojo has ptsd, parental! gojo, no curses au, ptsd, heavy angst, implied/referenced child abuse, russian ballet references, gojo adopted the fushiguros, flashbacks ❧ Summary: Gojo Satoru, a young, decorated veteran, is petrified of fireworks. ❧ Word Count: 2,721 ❧ Cross-posted from Archive of Our Own ❧ Original post date: 27 December 2023

➼ whumptober 2023 ❧ Day 31: PTSD ❧ Previous Day ❧ Masterlist

Festivals are, generally speaking, the worst times of the year.

Gojo isn’t a killjoy. He enjoys the colors decorating the streets and adorning the yukatas, kimonos, or whichever traditional clothes are being worn in accordance with the celebration just like everybody else. Venders add extra spices and seasonings to their food, the prices are lowered, and the overall atmosphere buzzes with childish joy.

And, despite his best attempt to keep up his indifferent exterior, young Megumi’s eyes light up when Gojo informs him of the special occasion. Toji’s children love festivals like the rest of civilian Japan. Excitement is rare to see in a child like Megumi, so he always arranges for someone to take him and Tsumiki out to experience the fun in Tokyo.

Instead of spending time with Toji’s little goblins that he’s doing his damn best to raise into decent human beings, he sits in the tiniest closet in his penthouse with thick sound-proof headphones to maximize the noise-canceling effect. He brings a weighted blanket to drape over his body so he won’t have to feel any reverberations, either. It has the added use of making him feel secure and grounded.

It isn’t the principle of missing out on the festival, it’s having to answer Tsumiki’s imploring question, “Why can’t you take us to the festival?” with a flippant laugh and a lie. He wants nothing more than to lie on the grass or stand in the streets and watch the dazzling fireworks with them.  But as soon as the first fireworks explode, followed by smaller pops and shattered lights, he thinks that the dirt and grass shards are hiding landmines, or that snipers are blowing off his comrades' heads from the broken-glass buildings. The streets are empty save for the scared civilians holding automatic rifles and enemy soldiers with orders to leave no one alive.

Gojo can’t go to festivals. He can’t listen to the sound of fireworks in his own home without diving under his kitchen table and plugging his nose to hide his panting breaths. Experience has taught him to stay in his closet and keep his headphones and blanket on, no matter how his heart breaks as the children’s faces pull into resignation when he denies them yet another festival.

He is normally a very observant person. He’d been so ever since he was a child, but having been trained to be a soldier since he could walk, it didn’t really mean much regarding innate ability. In any case, he kept good track of the days, months, and years. He prefers to ignore schedules entirely and operate solely on a feel-good basis, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t perfectly aware of the exact time it is at any given moment. It’s a system of behavior he can’t rewrite, unfortunately.

Except in the odd case — when he was without food and water in the Gobi desert, when he mourned the death of his best friend, or when both of his children ran a hundred and three-degree fevers for an illness he doesn’t know the name of. Time stops operating in his mind. He loses where he is, and all he can focus on is nursing Megumi and Tsumiki back to health.

Gojo shouldn’t have run out of the house to buy medicine and stockpile their favorite foods. He knows he shouldn’t have. Logic would reason that he would call or text a friend to bring him what he needs and pay them back later. But Satoru isn’t a Gojo for nothing.

He is the youngest decorated veteran of the last century. He doesn’t rely on other people, because he is the strongest. He only calls for help from his friends for the sake of the children, not for himself. Children should always be put before him.

The best officer of the Japanese military can certainly handle an emergency supply run in a safe environment for two sick children. The store isn’t even that far away. He’s in a rush, yes, but it’s simple work. He’s accomplished much more in half the time.

He notices the people in bright yukatas but he doesn’t pay them any mind. Whatever event is going on, he doesn’t care for. He can view it from the balcony of his penthouse if it's something really important. He runs into the store, nearly breaks his card in his hurry to pay, and walks out with the image of his — Toji’s — children quickening his strides. Pushing past the gathered crowds of dressed-up people, Gojo picks up on a faint whisper of excitement. It causes his step to falter, only for a second. He doesn’t even fully stop.

An even fainter whizzing sound fills the vast space between him and the children. The sky explodes in shattered lights.

It’s a festival. He knows this. But when he looks around, where his feet are carrying him behind the closest building on autopilot, when crouches to the ground and covers his mouth and plugs his nose, he isn’t exactly sure. He’s not sure that the thick concrete support beam is ready to crumble as a part of the dilapidated city from bombs, guns, and missiles. He’s not sure that those gasps out there are from the spray of civilians and soldiers falling to automatic rifles and suicide bombers.

He holds the paper bags in his hands, shaking, feeling a medicine bottle between his fingers. It’s for Megumi and Tsumiki. This he knows. He should know. Yet the guns keep firing, and he is the commander of his unit. He needs to be out there, guiding his men through the kill zone of a Middle Eastern conflict Japan isn’t officially a part of. But then, where is his gun? Where are any of his weapons?

He focuses on the ground and the paper bags holding chips and medicine. Chips and medicine. His hands are trembling. A Gojo’s hands don’t shake. He’s been trained to hold a gun since he could grab objects, and he learned how to perfectly weave in and out of a sniper’s scope by the time he was ten years old. This is no different. It shouldn’t be any different.

He closes his eyes as the guns tear into his men. Why can’t he get back out there? The palm of his hand presses against his teeth, and his back hunches in on itself. He’s crumbling to the ground, even though he is Gojo Satoru, the strongest of Japan, the best of his MOS. The chips in the bag crumble in his hands, and people are dying . His rifle has been lost, somewhere in the river he crossed to get into the kill zone, probably. His knives were sticking out of the poor children he had to kill, for there were bombs strapped to their chests and weapons too big for their hands. His other handguns were given to his unit as they had lost theirs to the river as well. 

He is Gojo Satoru. He doesn’t need a weapon to survive.

Yet. His knees are on the ground and the medicine for his sick and injured soldiers isn’t getting to their proper place in time. He clutches a hand to his hair and wills himself to move, but the pops have him put in place. Panting breaths escape out of his shaking hands, and his heart pounds so hard he fears it’ll break his chest. Fear. He’ll admit it. He’s afraid. But he can’t be afraid. He hasn’t been afraid since his mother and father beat all of the fear out of him and introduced him to the kill zone at the ripe age of twelve. He knows conflict. He knows guns. He doesn’t know fear.

But fear knows him.

Closer, much closer than his dying unit, he hears the soft pull of a stringed instrument. It's an odd mixture of a guitar and violin, and its sound is stunted in fragmented half-seconds. He’s never heard this in the military before. His unit has had talent with instruments, but this is something else entirely.

Another instrument is introduced, a piano, he thinks. It’s high-pitched, laying oddly yet beautifully over the original instrument. The song is unmistakable now. Tchaikovsky’s The Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy from The Nutcracker. He doesn’t know the play intimately, but he has seen one or two ballets in local performances.

He settles against the concrete beam and listens to the music. It plays over the crowd, though he can’t afford to stop listening for them at all. If they grow quiet, then they’re all dead, or they’ve moved out of the area without him. Either way, Gojo’s escape is going to be messy and long. But he’s Gojo Satoru. If he can get off the ground and stop weeping and running and shaking like—

The Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy fades out, and Coda plays next. It’s a little more intense, but it runs in and through his ears. It’s so unfamiliar with the kill zone. He’s never heard ballet music in desolated cities. If he hears music, it’s usually the local music in whichever country he’s in or when he’s at base with a mixture of United States military, allied infantry, and Japanese Special Force soldiers, playing music with those languages in it. In general, they usually have words, whether he can understand them or not notwithstanding.

But this, this is new.

He doesn’t know how or why someone would be playing Tchiakolvsky at this time. It doesn’t make sense, and he dares to pry open his eyes. His paper bags are clenched in his hands, but the contents have spilled out onto the ground. Medicine for his soldiers, chips for food. Not practical, but they make do with what they have. He’s eaten bugs for breakfast, lunch, and dinner before.

Not on the battlefield, but as training when he was a child. If he had to survive off of nothing but the land, he could do it.

The Gobi desert doesn’t have anything but sand and poisonous animals. So much for that invaluable lesson.

The ground beneath him is concrete, and he dares to look up. Outside gathered is a mass of people in bright yukatas . The Russian ballet has come to an end, and Gojo hears the beginnings of Swan Lake . It’s a comfortable tune, but it will turn intense inevitably. Oddly, he doesn’t find it as disconcerting as it’s supposed to make the listener feel. Satoru imagines the black swan, but the dancer turns away from him, hiding her dark makeup.

He stares at the crowd for a long time. It’s unfamiliar to the kill zone. None of them are little children with bombs on their chests or adults shooting at him with weapons they don’t know how to handle. Somewhere in the distance, in the buildings, someone must be aiming for the crowd, to ruin the festival. He’s seen it happen before.

Swan Lake continues, coming close to an end, and a voice accompanies the next song. “You’re in Tokyo, Japan. It’s 20XX. You’re safe.”

Gojo doesn’t startle at the voice, but he does turn towards it, and he can’t quite comprehend what he’s looking at.

At one moment, he’s looking at one of his men, and he needs to grab him and bring him down behind the concrete pillar to protect him until they can make a move to safety. At the next, he’s looking at a tall man with Tchaikovsky playing from his phone. He’s looking at Nanami. Nanami in uniform, with a gun instead of a phone. Nanami in a pale blue yukata .

“My name is Nanami Kento. You’re in Tokyo, Japan. It’s 20XX,” he says, his voice relaxed. “You’re safe.”

Satoru stares at his friend numbly.

“The fireworks will make another round soon. Let’s go back to your penthouse,” Nanami continues. He doesn’t make any moves, though, and a new song from a ballet he doesn’t know filters through the speakers of Nanami’s phone. He thinks. Gojo isn’t sure.

Nanami repeats his early statement. My name is Nanami Kento. Not an enemy soldier, though they did fight together at one time. You’re in Tokyo, Japan. That explains the yukatas and flashing billboards. It’s 20XX. When was Toji killed in battle? When was Geto? You’re safe.

My name is Nanami Kento. You’re in Tokyo, Japan. It’s 20XX. You’re safe.

Russian ballets don’t play in the kill zone.

Satoru turns away from Nanami and shakily collects the medicine and chips that had slipped out of his paper bags, along with the sunglasses that had slipped off his face. He struggles to remember why he has them in the first place. It most certainly has something to do with Toji and children, but he isn’t quite sure how those two add together. Toji is most certainly dead. He knows this with certainty. Children die around him left and right.

Unless it’s about Toji’s children. Gojo looks at Nanami, and as one of his only surviving friends from the battlefield, he says shakily, “I promised to take care of Toji’s kids.”

Nanami doesn’t reply to him directly, yet Satoru takes it as an affirmative. “We need to go back to your penthouse before the fireworks start again.”

The Russian ballets don’t stop playing even as they push through the crowd with Gojo’s hands covering his ears. He can barely hear it over the sounds of the crowd and his blocked eardrums, but it’s there nonetheless. He focuses on what he can sense close to him — the paper bags, Nanami’s back, the safe ground beneath his feet, and the violins and pianos. 

They make it to the apartment, and Nanami stops in front of the gated back entry. “I don’t live here,” he states simply. That means Gojo lives here. If Satoru has the key, then he lives here.

It’s in his pocket, and he unlocks the gate. They walk in and go in the elevator, not the stairs. Stairs. Too many houses, too many stairs and floors to clear.

“My name is…” Nanami drones on to completion. “You’re safe.”

You’re safe.

The elevator dings, and he doesn’t flinch. The ballet filters through the cracks of his fingers, and the paper bags feel heavy in his hands. He’s carried deadweight bodies a hundred times heavier than the feather-light weight of the paper bags, yet he struggles anyway.

They stand in front of the door to his penthouse. Gojo unlocks it, but Nanami waves a hand for him to stop. “Wait here,” he says, and Satoru complies. He’s Gojo Satoru. He doesn’t comply with anyone but himself. He’s the strongest, the best officer of his MOS.

He does anyway, because inside this penthouse —

“We’re going to play the quiet game. Whoever wins gets to go on a spa day with Satoru.”

— are his children, and they are the most important children in the whole world. His children. His children.

Megumi and Tsumiki.

They’re lying on the couches in the living room. Nanami guides Gojo past them, but he manages to spare them a glance, and he sees Tsumiki’s red-colored face peering worriedly at him. He wants to say something to them, but now they’re being fired at and there’s no more time for any words other than directions to take cover.

His hands are still covering his ears when the pop is followed by so many more. But Nanami has him in the closet, and his sound-proof headphones are on, and the weighted blanket is covering him head-to-toe.

He doesn’t technically hear any more of the gunshot-fireworks. He sits in his closet like he’s hiding from an Iraqi unit outnumbering him fifteen to one and figuring out the best way to take them down and make it back to his unit alive. The medicine and chips have been taken from him, and he squeezes his weighted blanket between his palms.

The light bulb burns overhead. His jackets and small winter coats hang beside him like bodies.

He’s the best officer the Japanese military had ever seen, who retired after his third four-year contract ended.

Gojo Satoru, the strongest of his MOS, who trained for combat since he could walk and enlisted illegally at sixteen, can’t take his kids out to a goddamn fireworks festival by himself.

Gojo Satoru hunches and sobs into his blanket.

[allieland]

My muse whispers your muse’s name in a dark, empty room, knowing they won’t answer. (mysaria e callyx)

― ❛ inbox ❜ ↬ mysaria & callyx !

❝ my muse whispers your muse’s name in a dark, empty room, knowing they won’t answer. ❞

now playing : the ballad of the witches' road (sacred chant version) by annapantsu.

a escuridão ao redor prometia controle, e o líquido carmesim que escorria perfeitamente da palma alheia para o pequeno incendiar era uma promessa de liberdade - para ambos. callyx podia lhe dar o que quer que fosse, existiam mais formas de se conquistar algo quando abraçamos o mais profano do que existe e de quem somos. mas tão cedo quanto começou, o ritual veio ao seu fim, fracassado em seus objetivos. não podia culpá-la, sequer sabia se era uma bruxa, apenas sentia muito que nenhum dos dois fossem conseguir o que tanto ansiavam. ela caiu, suspirando seu nome e o rei tombou a cabeça , sobrancelhas franzidas. quem era aquela ?

podia se dizer que o inferno era um lugar - acima de tudo - controverso . a estrada até o ardor eterno, queimando o corpo de dentro para fora, era selvagem. mas existia , ao contrário do que o ‘homem bom’ desdenhava, glória para ser alcançada. era melhor passar algum tempo em dor escaldante pela benção de viver toda uma vida em lustre e renome ou simplesmente acreditar nas promessas vazias de um céu e um deus, apenas para acabar no mesmo lugar que seus vizinhos pecadores ? uma história não morria com seu narrador, o conto se espalhava e sobrevivia por muito depois, e por isso , tinha em suas mãos pessoas poderosas que no reino mortal eram intocáveis e para si , assim como suas aberrações , eram piadas de mau gosto. mas ele entendia , a responsabilidade corrompia tanto quanto a força , e aqueles que se recusam a mudar seus jeitos acabam da mesma forma - na irmandade pedindo por vida eterna. não iria nomear quantas preces já tinha ouvido e atendido , mas só diria que as fadas apesar de mágicas vinham com data de expiração - ou deviam.

podia fazer o argumento de que mysaria entendia , a solidão e desespero , a crença naquilo que nos dá mais poder invés de absolvição, mas alguém realmente poderia saber o que era a verdade de vender sua alma até que fosse nada além de um receptáculo vazio ? callyx não se importava, nem nunca se importou - não mentia sobre o que fazia e o quanto custava mas vendo aquela garota ali, parada frente ao altar de sangue, pedindo por uma saída, as cordas ao redor de seu velho coração já morto começaram a apertar e o rei do inferno sequer sabia que era possível ainda sentir . a atmosfera estava longe de ser convidativa , o fogo havia se extinguido, e o frio do concreto voltava a atingir até mesmo os ossos . ele assistia das sombras , envolto nelas e separado da outra por um véu muito fino , ameaçando cair a qualquer momento. mas ela não tinha dito as palavras certas , na ordem certa e por isso não podia fazer nada por outrem. se perguntava porque ela pedia com tanto afinco, claramente ensandecida mesmo que sequer uma lágrima fosse derramada . ela tentou & tentou & tentou - mas de nada adiantou. era comum que chamassem algumas de suas criaturas para fazer acordos, mas tentar o invocar era apenas para quem tinha muita coragem , e ele a respeitava por isso. não queria um demônio como intermediário, gostaria de tratar diretamente com o rei. mas porquê ?

era certo dizer que alguns nascem maus e outros tem a vilania colocada sobre seus ombros ? cas não lembra de um dia não ter existido, sua presença no universo era tão velha e imponente quanto a própria grande singularidade. não tinha caído do paraíso, sempre foi isolado no submundo . enquanto aladna prosperava graças ao trabalho incessante de seus servos, ele assistia do seu trono de ferro e sugava de pessoas como a rainha alicient oque podia para sobreviver , embora nunca fosse o suficiente . em algum momento, começou a desejar estar onde as pessoas estavam. onde podia causar o melhor e maior tipo de doce caos & aquela noite, com a jovem ajoelhada no lugar de adoração podia ser a chance de ouvir seu chamado , estar mais perto das estrelas. se ela apenas dissesse de forma correta o encantamento, podia sair do eterno tédio de seus dias e se juntar ao mundo dos vivos.

“diga três vezes.” sussurrou no silêncio da noite, assistindo a cabeça dela erguer em surpresa , talvez pensando que havia alucinado tais palavras . portanto ele repetiu, a cadência aquela de mil cobras serpenteando pela criação, sibilada e revoltante: “diga três vezes.” repetiu e a assistiu enquanto se levantava, determinação no rosto angelical e acendia de novo o fogo sobre o altar , cortando a mão outra vez para que seu sangue se mistura-se as labaredas e finalmente ouviu as palavras que a séculos não ouvia : ‘ callyx, callyx, callyx ’ - e as portas para tudo ruim e amaldiçoado se abriram. ele sentiu o tórrido calor de algo vindo a vida , deixando o plano da escuridão para finalmente pisar na luz. a garota estava de joelhos quando uma nuvem de fumaça revelou o senhor de todos os demônios , em suas vestes de seda. “você chamou ?” disse com zombaria, olhando ao seu redor e se aproximando da pedra de sacrifícios , pensando loucamente que agora estava livre - mas logo suas esperanças foram abaladas pela maneira sinistra e francamente perturbadora que ela ergueu o rosto com um sorriso malicioso, como quem recebia um velho conhecido a uma casa assombrada.