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liannelara-dracula · 4 months ago

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Hiiii adminnnnnn! Can i please get headcanons of the diaboys when they are turned on by their s/o in the middle of a dinner with important people?

Hi Love,

YES! I am sorry about the wait but this is a great ask! omg I can just picture this. They literally deserve it. I tried to use pics/gifs where they look like pervs lmao. but I couldn't find it for some of them.

-Liannelara

The Diaboys Turned On During a Formal Dinner (Hcs)

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Sakamaki

Shu:

Okay, he never opens his eyes--until today, or at least, this moment.

You got him right where you wanted him.

He had been acting like an ass all day and you figured it was time for some payback.

Getting him hard when he couldn't actually do anything.

The best revenge.

It started with your hand on his thigh and he kept his eyes closed, even if you tugged at his belt.

He only opened one eye because he wondered where this was going.

You officially had his attention once you grabbed him tho.

He opened his eyes, not in shock, of course, he couldn't give himself away but he was definitely not his relaxed self.

And Reiji took notice of this considering he knew how his brother would typically behave. Overall, Reiji knew something was up.

Shu needed a plan to get laid, and soon.

He wasn't ashamed though, he was amused at your action and wondered if he'd get caught by one of his other brothers.

His voice doesn't give it away either.

Acts exactly the way he always does.

At some point, he'd become relaxed if you continued your fun, but would definitely make you pay for it later.

Reiji:

Oh my lil rei.

Was not expecting you to be playful at a time like this.

However, Reiji was forgetting that you both apparently ended your passionate kissing to go to this event.

So naturally his lover wanted to finish, he promised they would resume but it had already been over an hour that you had been at this event.

You also found it fun to tease especially when he is making conversation or making an announcement. Just hearing him with a sudden pause or change of tone makes you smirk.

At first, your hands rested on his knee but then traveled up.

"Stop this." He'd mutter close to your ear.

You'd smile playfully, "Stop what?" playing innocently before he grabbed your hand to remove it from his crotch.

Reiji would give you a stern look even though he was aroused. "We have guests, dear. We shall resume this later."

Hearing this you'd keep your hands to yourself to make him think nothing would happen and only have your hand on top of his which rested on his thigh. You kept it like this for a while, even as he explained. Until you found another opportunity.

As Reiji was speaking to a nobleman across the table from him, you glided your hand up his thigh and then up to his belt.

Despite the fact he could sense this he wouldn't stop you because he didn't want anyone to know what was happening.

Depending on how much you bother him he might be able to contain himself until the dinner is over, but if it's a full moon he would find a way to get you both out of there because he can't take it.

He'd scold you on the way to the room but as soon as he closes the door, his hands and mouth are all over your body and his belt has never come off faster.

Laito:

Ohhh this is not the first time he’s been turned on here.

But you turning him on that was different usually you didn’t have to do anything for him to be aroused.

But you wanted to have the fun in surprising him this time.

Was trying so hard not to scream in the middle of the dining room.

His face would flush but not cause he’s embarrassed he just feels that good 😂.

He’d be conversing while your leg continued to brush his from across the table.

This made him somewhat distracted yet he was able to remain calm . . . for a while.

Once you made the excuse of dropping your fork and looking for it, you found the opportunity in playing with Laito a bit more.

To which he stifled a moan while drinking some wine.

He didn’t expect your hands to be all over him and unzipping him.

Of course, you decided to have his pleasure end when you came back up to retrieve your fork.

For the rest of the time you gave him little to no attention except for your leg rubbing against his or your sensual eye contact.

Sometimes your heel even pressed onto his crotch just to remind him that this wasn't over.

He was very much unable to contain himself as he practically tried to grind against your heel.

His brothers may point out he’s flustered to which he’d just say, “Is it getting hot in here?” 😂

Kanato:

He knows his partner is one for surprises but not in public.

That’s what particularly caught his interest this time. Now surely he had to be aroused, I mean it was unexpected and down right amusing to say the least.

He had no idea of this desire of yours and surely he’d use it to his advantage in some way.

Kanato wasn’t alarmed he was just amused that he was getting action while his brothers weren’t.

He’d enjoy your hand stroking him a few times but wanted you to have more access so he’d just unzip his pants and guide you to him.

Despite your hesitation he urged you on with a look and lean in and whispered in your ear, "Finish it."

You'd whisper softly, "I can’t . . . Kanato, people are watching."

He'd reply, "Pretend you dropped something." His hand swiftly removing your clip from your hair and under the table before anyone noticed. This allows you to make an excuse.

I could also see it that if you start something like this, he won't hesitate to touch you either. Especially if you are too shy to continue.

Now while he knows he has composure with guests he knows you don't.

You'd try your hardest to not relax yourself and rest the back of your head on the seat like you're about to moan. He knows it won't be long till you will excuse yourself and he will follow to finish what you started.

Once he is in a room with you he will tease you to no end.

“I wouldn’t have even guessed you’d be so good with your hands.” He’d smirk, leaving kisses on your neck.

You’d blush, “Stop it.”

“Let alone that you have such desires, but I can give my princess more than what she’s asking.” He’d grin, lifting your chin, kissing you passionately.

Ayato:

Bro was turned on because of your dress showing off your boobs.

And he wasn’t ready for you to look that gorgeous

Like he just wasn’t ready

He legit was staring at your boobs the entire dinner time.

He would verbally tell you that you’re hot tho.

To which Reiji will tell him to have that conversation with you later.

You couldn’t help and be amused and felt the need to tease Ayato.

You’d literally be sitting across from him and put your arms closer together just for your boobs to be squish together, getting him to be aroused.

He’d literally mouthed to you from across the table to knock it off.

But why would you? This boy needs to be put in place.

You of course continued to tease by leaning over to pass the salt and so much more.

Through the middle of dinner he almost couldn’t take it. Until he grabbed you by the arm and took you to his room.

“Do you not realize how hot you are?” He’d say to you.

Subaru:

You felt the need to embarrass him.

I mean it’s always fun to see that on him since he tries so hard not to blush.

But you are his weakness

You looked really pretty in the dress that you were wearing and that was practically all he could say.

Aside from the constant stares he gave you when you’d pass the salt to someone, drink something, or even eat.

He’d stare at your lips constantly and just get so lost looking at you.

You’d notice this and put a hand on his back which made him surprised.

This led you to smile a bit. Of course, you couldn’t stop here.

You rubbed circles into his back in a taunting way causing his face to flush.

And surely enough one of his brothers, that being Laito, needed to point this out.

“Oh brother you look flustered.”

“Shut up, I’m not!”

To make matters worse you moved your hand away and placed it on his thigh.

“You can deny all you want brother but your face won’t. You must be thinking about your girl too much.”

“I said shut up, you perv!”

Reiji would have them calm down and dinner would resume.

But you’d still be playing with him, by constantly rubbing his thigh.

If you touch his crotch he’s done for.

He’d groan and look at you upset only to grab your hand and head out of the dining room.

Kino:

Oh, this boy can't contain himself for long.

It started with the fact that he told you that you looked hot and you decided to get him.

He kept eyeing your chest and put his hand on your shoulder if he could.

With all of this, you decided to have your fun with Kino and take teasing to the next level.

At first, you taunted him by glancing at him and having your leg constantly play with his. And at any time he tried to ask you about it, you'd play dumb.

Or all the times your hands brushed against him.

He was trying his best to act calm during the dinner. But gradually he couldn't help himself.

He's better than Ayato when it comes to containing his feelings.

But as soon as your hand was on his crotch he was completely done for.

Tried to cover up his moans and grunts by clearing his throat or cough which seemed to convince most.

He whispers to you to cut it out.

"Y/n, I swear. This isn't the time, we can do this later."

"Kino, it's just a game, relax. You did it to me last time."

It then dawned on him that this was payback.

And it was at this moment he knew . . . he fucked up. xDD

He'd try to stay throughout the whole dinner, occasionally moving your hand. But the minute you played with his zipper he lost it.

He shot up in his seat and pulled you by the hand to leave from the table, saying that you and him needed to head out.

Afterwards, he wasn't going to let you live it down.

Mukami

Ruki:

Didn't say a word the entire time.

No matter what you did he acted no different. You honestly thought that you had no effect on him.

Still you were determined to get some reaction out of him.

You kept eye contact frequently with him throughout dinner but he pretended like nothing was going on. He kept a straight face the entire time.

At first your hand was intertwined with his but then you got the idea to tease him and placed your hand on his thigh but it didn't seem to phase him.

You moved your hand up further to tease him, even down to putting your hand directly on his crotch and tease him. Rather than pushing you away he just stood there. turned on of course, and let you do whatever. You almost lost interest seeing he was giving you no attention.

Usually, he'd say something by now or give you a look but he just kept acting like you were behaving properly at the dinner table.

Seeing that your advances didn't seem to phase, although deep down he was highly amused and intrigued, you gave up and intertwined your hands with his again acting as if nothing happened since Ruki left you to be bored. He talked with others during dinner so normally, and ignored all your actions.

When the dinner was over and everyone said their goodbyes you headed upstairs with him to get changed. You look at yourself in the vanity mirror, taking the pins out of your hair and removing your necklace as you heard Ruki lock the door.

You paid no attention to him and started to unzip your dress causally. "Did you really think I'd let you get away with tonight?" He'd say, startling you.

"Huh? Ahh!" You'd yelp as you felt a pair of hands grab a hold of your hips harshly feeling his erection graze your bottom before forcing you down to have you bent over the vanity.

"It's my turn now." He'd smirk, slipping your dress off your body to have it touch the floor.

Kou:

Wasn't expecting to be turned on.

But he's not opposed to it at all.

He's just a little upset at your timing because he couldn't find an excuse to just get up and leave. I mean his brothers might question what's going on.

At first he that you were just being clingy and handsy and didn't pay much attention to it.

He was used to you having your hand on his thigh and all that.

But your hands started to wonder near his crotch so that led him to adjust himself in seat a couple times. To which got him to be turned on even though he was trying to not make it a big deal.

Then it finally got to the point where you were really teasing him by openlying place your hand there when he was hard. He smiled and bit his lip since he didn't want to disappoint but put your hand down to say, "Kitten, I know you wanna have fun but we're kinda busy. I promise I'm all yours later." He'd wink.

Which rest assured he did keep his promise later.

However, if he was feeling really needy he would make an excuse to use the bathroom. And later on you made the same excuse so that you two could be alone together.

Yuma:

You both had been arguing about something before you too came to dinner. He was mad at you and you were really mad at him.

He was trying to place his hand on your thigh to get your attention and you kept moving his hand away. It resulted with you swatting his hand a few times under the table because you were so annoyed. In fact you were trying to grab a hold of his hand to stop him.

Even tho your hand is so much smaller

"Quit it, Yuma I--" Through trying to grab his hand but without looking at him you ended up grabbing something else. This quickly got his mood to change and be a teasing shit as he knew you didn't mean for that to happen. Your face changed to an expression of shock as you retracted your hand instantly leading him to smirk.

"Thought you were mad?" He'd taunt

"I am." You'd say annoyed, still not looking at him.

"Don't seem like it." He'd tease, eyeing you down.

"Shut up." You'd huff only for him to leave you be.

You were really mad still and then thought about leaving him sexually frusterated at this dinner party. So, once he had gotten comfortable you placed your hand on his thigh giving it a harsh squeeze before you worked your magic stroking his crotch till he was hard. He hid his grunts pretty well and knew not to make a scene since he was in front of others. However, once you noticed that he seemed to be wanting more, you pulled away. "You don't deserve the rest." You'd say glaring at him but he just acted cool and waited till you got home.

You were going to head to the bathroom to shower but he pulled you back by your waist, “So, I don’t deserve it but you still grabbed me.” He’d smirk, making you roll your eyes as you said, “I did that so you’d be sexually frustrated.”

“Oh my god, you’re still mad about me getting mud on you?!” He’d argue to which you’d answer “You were mad at me too!”

“Yeah, you let the birds eat the fruit!” Yuma would point out.

“They were hungry, they deserve to eat!” You’d responded.

"Yeah, and I'm hard, I gotta eat too." He'd smirk, clutching your ass.

Azusa:

The calmest one of them all.

Azusa has a harder time registering what was going on at first.

He wouldn’t even mind giving everyone a show.

Like once he gets caught up in him there is like no stopping him.

It was a very boring dinner and Azusa was pretty quiet, and he was dressed rather nice.

Now what really made you want to tease him was because he said that you were pretty and smelled really nice.

You knew it had been a little while since you two had some fun and you figured it would be the time.

Plus, seeing how sneeky Azusa is you two would be able to get away with this.

It didn't take much to start him, he was a little surprised that your hand was on his crotch but at first he thought you had no idea. That is until you start to stroke him there, rather than looking uneasy he was just smiling.

"We shouldn't . . . do it here . . . let's go upstairs."

Tsukinami

Carla:

Carla hadn't been paying much attention to you lately, mostly because he was busy being King of the Founders and new errands just kept popping up.

And because of his neglect, you figured the best way to get his attention was through a gathering.

And tonight would be the night where you could very much get his attention since you knew Carla was weak when it came to unexpected attention.

He'd sit at the dinner table casually, Shin being a few seats away from him, along with other nobles whilst you sat next to Carla.

He was acting pretty quiet among the nobles that continued to chit-chat and rather relaxed considering he was sitting down and partaking.

But, this quickly ended when he felt your hand on his thigh, causing him to flinch slightly since it was so unexpected.

Knowing you were getting a kick out of his reaction, he'd remind, "Not here."

But you persisted, your hand going from his thigh to his crotch this time, causing him to jolt in his seat, practically catching the attention of everyone at the table.

It was so bad that even Shin noticed.

"Brother, you seem tense."

"What? The king? Tense? Nonsense."

As much as he wanted to leave, he couldn't because he was the king--it would be beyond informal and rude to do so, and your teasing was only getting worse--it getting to the point that he practically couldn't hold back a groan.

So, since he couldn't leave casually, he instead used his powers to make something on the table catch on fire so guests would leave, Shin included.

You were startled by the fire yourself and tried to get up, but his hand took hold of your wrist, forcing you to sit back down next to him, a single gesture of his hand closing all the doors of the dining room and locking them, leaving only the two of you inside as he extinguished the fire on the table.

Not understanding what he was doing, you questioned, "Carla, what are you-,"

"Now that you've had your fun, I can have mine." He'd say, slamming you against the table's surface, lifting up your dress and undoing his belt all too quickly.

Shin:

Luckily no one could tell what you were up to see the dining room armchairs and the proximity of the table to your body gave you plenty of privacy. Although Carla sensed you two were up to something.

Unlike his brother he is not ashamed he's really amused. And he's pretty good at keeping it under wraps and would only want you to go further. Wouldn't give a damn if anyone saw either.

Your hand was on his knee before dragging it further to rest on his belt. Seeing he gave no reaction, you played with the buckle, tugging at it with your fingers and pretending to unlatch it, while studying his actions. He was turned on but you didn't stop there, you moved your hand down to feel his growing erection. Shin bit his lip at this, now he was surely going to get you back especially since you kept going.

Out of nowhere, you felt his hand slide under your dress and trailing up your thigh.

"I think it's only fair I return the favor, love." He'd whisper, playing with your clothed crotch. You came at a halt at pleasuring him as this was becoming too much. He was amused at your attempt to remain calm while your legs were trembling. Not wanting to get caught, you tried to pry his hand off while adjusting in your seat. Seeing how sensitive you were he took the opportunity to humiliate you even more by slipping a finger inside you. This made you jolt in your seat and have your knee hit the table by accident.

You felt so embarrassed while Shin had the biggest smirk on his face ever. Carla, then stepped in, "Brother, Y/n, seems unwell. You should take her home to have her rest." Carla would say leading you to have an excuse to leave. He's gonna kill him later.

Once you two were home, he'd chuckle thinking of how you reacted. "This isn't funny." You'd glare, feeling so humiliated as you walking upstairs to your room.

"Oh c'mon, love, relax. It's not like they knew the reason."

"I'm sure they can imagine, thanks to you."

"Yes, well you are quiet sensitve." He'd grin before bursting into laughter as you tried to hit him but he grabbed a hold of your wrist.

He grinned before pinning you down on the bed and crawling on top of you, “Now I’d like to see you get even more sensitive.”

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YOU'VE RUINED MY LIFE BY NOT BEING MINE | LYNEY

notes this chapter switches from lyney to reader, but you’ll notice right away when it does ^__^ and i also wanted to plug in my hcs of aether sjdkwd, wc 2.1k

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Lyney has had many embarrassing moments in his life. Everyone has their moments, eventually, and Lyney’s not the type to keep track of all of them. He couldn’t even count them with his hands if he tried—it’d be as long as Lynette’s weekly receipt of sweets.

The first he could remember was performing in front of a live audience. He forgot his lines, cowered across expectant eyes, and fumbled with his tricks, but he didn’t regret it. That experience made him the illustrious magician he is today.

There was a time when Lyney wasn’t too used to you addressing him so directly and face-planted on the floor when you called out his name.

He used to hear from the other orphans all the damn time: “Aren’t you at least a little embarrassed?” They never understood why Lyney kept returning to you, even after pushing him away. They never got to understand how thrilling it all was. He was just a little kid with an infatuation—why was he supposed to care about everyone else’s second-hand embarrassment?

He never came to regret any of those. He wouldn’t be here right now if it never came to be.

However, Master Childe standing frozen while Lyney fumbles with not letting you sway all over the place, might start steadily pushing itself towards the top five. Lyney barely dodged as you nearly elbowed him in the face. Graceless in every form in front of the 11th Harbinger.

You use Lyney to prop yourself up and whip around. “Where’s Lord Tartaglia?”

Master Childe pushes the door open, his silhouette like some angel coming down to say he will tell on ‘Father’ about Lyney hoisting the runaway Fatuu. Political-ness aside, it already looks bad enough that you’re drunk, and he’s dragging you. You hiss like some sort of vampire, and Lyney dutifully shields you from the light. Would it be rude to order Master Childe to fetch glasses of water?

“My head,” you groan.

“I’m sorry,” Lyney says, brushing hair away from your face. “Do you want to lie down?”

You’re not given a chance to lie down nor reply as Childe points a finger in Lyney’s direction.

“Hey, you,” Master Childe says, and Lyney blinks a little fearfully, spine ramrod straight. “I know you. You’re one of the orphans in the House, right?”

“What are you doing here, Master Childe?” Lyney asks, hopefully still conveying his respect.

“Well, the Northland Bank wouldn’t mind some wealthy connections,” Childe says proudly. “And one of the special guests here owes something to the Fontaine Branch.”

“You also know me, Tartaglia,” you chime in, stumbling around and revealing your face to him, wasted as hell.

Lyney holds his breath as Childe’s expression blanks. “Do I?” Childe asks indulgently.

“One of your subordinates!” you exclaim petulantly, as if sulking Childe hasn’t given you the same treatment he gave Lyney.

Childe turns sheepish. “I’m not too familiar with all of them.”

Lyney can’t tell if he’s disappointed or relieved. Instead, he brushes it off and focuses on your well-being. “Y/N, do you think you can walk on your own?”

“Of course I can,” you say, then wobble when Lyney tests it. “W-Wait—”

“Wait,” Childe says, too. “You’re Y/N?”

“Duh.” You sniff.

Lyney smiles. “Please forgive her.”

Childe’s expression does something complicated. “I’m not that good with faces. I do know you—I assigned you here.”

Something about that feels wrong to Lyney, but he’s not given any chance to think too deeply about it when Childe looks as if he is about to reach out to you. Lyney pulls away and takes two steps back when Childe raises his hands. The Harbinger blinks in confusion.

Lyney’s guard is up. “I-I’m sorry—”

Childe lifts his hands in surrender. “I don’t know what you think of me, but I assure you I’m not that kind of person..”

Lyney winces. There goes his first impression on the 11th Harbinger—disrespectful and maddeningly shameless. “Forgive me. I didn’t mean to insinuate I thought of you that way, sir.”

Master Childe laughs. “It’s fine. It’s my fault for coming off like that. Do you need help?”

This is definitely beyond rude. You sway on your feet when Lyney moves. “Mon lapin here could really use a glass of water.”

“I feel like I’m going to throw up,” you announce. Lyney and Childe, positions be damned, share the same fearful look.

Thankfully, the aristocrat’s floor was safe from the assault of your breakfast, lunch, and dinner, but the bushes outside the mansion couldn’t share the same sentiment. Lyney and Childe had a moment of silent agreement to keep quiet about this matter if they suddenly wilted.

“Does the lady need any more help?” Childe asks. He’s actually nicer than Lyney expected and even younger than they say when up close. He's less intimidating when he’s not standing across with his features darkened by the light flooding from behind—that was certainly nightmare fuel.

“No!” you exclaim. “I can go home myself,” you say, still slurring your words.

“I’m not letting you do that,” Lyney says, helplessly charmed.

“You should,” you argue, then look a little green again. “Uh oh.”

Childe takes an instinctive step back. “Are you going to throw up again?”

“No, my head,” you whine pitifully. Lyney wishes he could pull that migraine out with his bare hands, but he also finds your expression right now a little hilarious.

Lyney pinches your cheek. “I told you to lay off the alcohol.”

“Did you not want to kiss me because you were scared I would throw up in your mouth?” you ask Lyney.

Lyney freezes, eyes wide. “You’re still on to that? How much do you remember?”

He wants to ask you a million questions when you’re finally not acting so skittish, but he finds that he can’t. He realizes he hasn’t seen you like this before—not hostile or wary of him. You look nice, like everything was before it was ruined. And there was also how you willingly wanted him to kiss you.

As you press against him, Lyney watches as you deflate like a balloon faced with a needle. You sigh softly, then bury your face against his neck.

“You’re so warm,” you murmur to his skin.

Goosebumps blossom all over his body. Your face brushes against the side of his neck. “Do you hate it?”

“I like it. My hands are cold. Every part of you is warm.”

“Would you like me to warm you up?”

“Mhm. Thanks.”

This is so unfair. Lyney wants to bury his face in your hair and hide there, hoping you’d cling to him forever like this. But that won’t happen in this lifetime or any other one. (He doesn’t pry you off in this lifetime, however.)

The grand entrance doors slide open. Lynette emerges from the party with a tentative look on her face. She swiftly rushes over to Lyney, then is visibly startled when she notices Master Childe still hanging around.

Oh. Right. Why the hell is Master Childe still here?

Lynette bows her head, addressing their superior. He laughs and waves it off like he’s no one important in the streets. His sister turns to him, whispering, “Lyney, ‘Father’ is looking for us. She’s asking for us right now.”

Lyney’s skin crawls. “What? Why now?”

She shakes her head, her eyes flicking back and forth between you and Childe. “I’m not sure. She wasn’t supposed to come this early.”

Lyney frowns, glancing down at you. “I can’t just…”

“We can’t bring her there with ‘Father’ in, too,” Lynette murmurs. Lyney curses, knowing she’s right.

“What’s wrong?” you ask from where you’re pressed against Lyney. “Oh! Hi, ‘nette!”

“Hello, Y/N,” Lynette says warmly. It seems fondness for Y/N runs in the family. “Do you have anywhere to go to? May I ask where it is?”

“Yes, of course I do!”

Lynette looks over to Lyney. “I don’t think this is going to work.”

Lyney, as much as he hates to, glances back at Childe, who is, unfortunately, and fortunately, still standing there.

“Good idea,” Lynette praises, seemingly catching on to what Lyney is thinking.

“That’s her boss,” Lyney says, instinctively shielding you from him. “What if she gets fired because of this?”

“She won’t be,” Lynette says. “And I’m sure that Master Childe would at least make sure Y/N is somewhere safe before he leaves. And right now, we have to do that, too.”

Lyney doesn’t want to, but he doesn’t trust showing you to ‘Father’, too. It’s been too long—he doesn’t know what ‘Father’ would think of you, and her decisions happen in a split-second.

“Lyney,” Lynette says, in the tone of Let’s not keep ‘Father’ waiting.

Perhaps Lyney really isn’t thinking straight himself. “Master Childe?” Lyney calls out. He takes a deep breath and says, “We are in your debt.”

You wake up to a pounding headache and realize that Aether’s hair glows in the dark when fully blacked out. You had an inkling when it looked like Aether was illuminated at night, but seeing it up close is startling.

“Holy shit! Aether, your hair!” You sit up but belatedly regret it when the migraine returns to full force. “Holy shit,” you say again, for a different reason this time.

“Stop swearing,” Aether sighs, looking alien as he moves and speaks like a human being, yet his hair radiates light like the sun—literally. “Can we pull the curtains open?”

“Nooo,” you sob. “I want to sleep again. It hurts.”

“Paimon, if you will.”

The fairy salutes and shows no sliver of mercy as you’re ravaged by sunlight piercing your eyes. It feels like all your cells are screaming in protest. Or maybe you’re the one screaming.

“Huh,” Aether says thoughtfully. “Just as I suspected. You’re wearing the same shade of lipstick.”

You don’t care about your lips right now. Thinking about how dry your mouth is has you wanting to throw up. “What does that even mean?”

Aether ignores it. He’s starting to act like a stern, disappointing mother. “Do you remember what happened last night? Imagine my surprise when I see Childe sneaking in my teapot, carrying you like a passed-out damsel.”

Memories of last night flashed behind your eyelids, most of them featuring the 11th Harbinger, and your blood runs cold. “Oh no.”

“He’s still here, and he’s asking to talk with you.”

Your cells haven’t stopped screaming; they’re scattering around in panic. You certainly feel as if you’re being jostled around. “I think I’m going to throw up again.”

Pitying you, Aether reaches from the bedside desk and hands a glass full of water that’s delightfully the perfect temperature. But apparently, he doesn’t pity you enough to not drag you out of bed.

You didn’t understand what Aether meant when he said Teapot, but while on the way to where Childe was resting, Paimon explained that you were all walking in a floating teapot hanging around somewhere in some corner of Fontaine. Faintly, you wondered if you were still drunk.

Master Childe is all sprawled legs on the living room couch. He senses your presence right away, waving with a bright smile.

“I think I did pretty well last night, comrade.” Childe flashes a grin to Aether, who rolls his eyes. “They didn’t question anything!”

“It’s because you’re their superior.” Aether turns to you, plucking the empty glass from your shaky fingers. “Sit beside them. I have something to ease your migraine.”

You could cry. Instead, you obediently sit beside the feared and renowned 11th Harbinger, moving as stiff as a board.

“Hey.” Childe tilts his head as he studies your face. “You look pale.”

“Sir!” You bow, then promptly start retching.

Chidle laughs, “Calm down, calm down. You don’t have to be so formal. You spoke easily last night.”

“I was drunk,” you murmur, face heating up. You couldn’t recall how easily you spoke to him last night—it’s all a blur. Thinking too hard about it has you dizzy.

“Loosen up then. You’re a friend of the Traveler, aren’t you? That makes us comrades, too.” Childe sinks into his seat, grinning. “I already got the gist of the situation. I gotta say, that’s dangerous deceiving the Arlecchino, of all people.”

“If it involved Teucer, wouldn’t you do the same?” Aether chimes in, entering the room, holding a tray with three glasses.

Chidle guffaws, “Fair enough!”

Paimon settles beside you, looking as alien as Aether earlier by sitting down. Your drink looked different from Paimon’s and Childe’s, but you reasoned that Aether still needed your intel to not poison you.

“It wasn’t part of the agreement to have to see my subordinates canoodling, though,” Childe says offhandedly. “Your boyfriend was like a leech.”

“Lyney is not my boyfriend,” you say automatically.

Childe laughs at first, but it dies down seeing your confusion.

“Oh,” he says. “Oh.” He turns to Aether, who nods sagely, world-weary.

imagine: lyney returning to the bench he left you and childe on, seeing that you’re both gone, and exclaiming FUCK

notes omg its been a while……….How is everyone!!! sorry i know this is so short but im just glad i finally update after like?? nearly a month and a half?? 😭😭😭 tbh im not too proud of this chapter but i cant tell if its bc its been so long or if its bc its actually badjhfkjd EITEHR WAY THANK YOU FOR REAADDINGGG

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fear-is-truth · 2 months ago

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This could be written as anything (your thoughts, drabble, hc, etc) but how do you think kai would react to reader asking to try his adderall? Could be for any particular reason u want. I feel like depending on the typa day you ask him he could either tell u no cs he doesn’t want to share something as precious to him as his pills/him silently worrying abt not wanting u to become like him where he basically needs them to function.

ORRR he could say yes but be an asshole abt it nd make u chew and swallow them like he does instead of downing it with water LIKE A SANEE PERSON

tw: mentions of substānce abūse

a/n: *adjusts my fake nerd glasses that i don’t actually need* omg i LOVE yapping about kai.

scenario 01. “no” bc he doesn’t wanna share with you

this is also highly possible, as it taps into kai’s obsession with control and focus. he’s not gonna risk losing his edge or sharing something that he sees as critical to his ability to function. his whole persona revolves around being one step ahead, and the adderall is part of that. he needs it to stay sharp, and he’s not going to waste it on anyone else.

kai doesn’t even look up when you ask this time. his fingers stop tapping the prescription bottle for a second before his grip tightens around it. “no,” he says, firm and final. you wait for an explanation, but he doesn’t offer one. he just leans back in the couch, cracking his neck like he’s already tired of the conversation.

“i need these,” he adds, quieter but with no hint of softness. “you don’t.” it’s clear this isn’t a conversation. he’s not going to explain further or let you question it. in his mind, the pills are his fuel. they keep him wired, focused, able to plot and manipulate. sharing them isn’t an option. the bottle vanishes into his pocket, and with it, the conversation.

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scenario 02. “no” bc he lowkey doesn’t want you to end up as a paranoid drug addict like him

on the surface, he’s giving you a condescending, sexist excuse about why you “won’t be able to handle it,” but beneath that, there’s a sliver of genuine concern for your well-being. it’s just that kai, being kai, would never admit to caring outright. vulnerability isn’t something he handles well, and showing concern would go against the power dynamic he thrives on.

kai looks up from where he’s sprawled on the couch, one arm draped over his stomach, the other playing with the orange prescription bottle between his fingers. when you ask to try one, he raises an eyebrow, giving you a look that’s both incredulous and dismissive.

“you won’t be able to handle it,” he says flatly, as if speaking to a petulant child. at this, you frown, leaning forward. “i’ve handled other stuff. what makes you think—”

he cuts you off with a smirk, eyes gleaming with condescension. “this isn’t like some college party drug, little girl. these are what keep me sharp. vigilant.” his tone drops, and he shakes the bottle slightly. “you? you’d probably just get jittery and start freaking out.”

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scenario 03. “okay” bc he wants to mess with you

this is classic kai anderson—mean, condescending, and wanting to assert his dominance. making you chew the pill is not only gross, but it’s a ploy to make you regret ever asking. he’ll get a kick out of watching you suffer through the taste, and he’ll turn it into a comparison of how “tough” he is for doing it all the time. for him, it’s a way to show you that he’s built different, superior. it’s his way of saying, “you don’t deserve my adderall, and if you want to try it, you’re going to suffer for it.”

kai’s eyes light up as soon as you ask. “oh, you wanna try my adderall?” he drawls, pushing himself up from his slouched position. shaking one pill onto his palm, he holds it between his fingers and smirks, mockingly.

“be my guest. but you’re gonna take it the right way. the effective way.” before you can ask, he snaps the pill in half, shoving the broken pieces into your palm.

“now chew,” he orders coldly. you hesitate, before tilting your head and popping the pieces into your mouth. the bitter taste hits immediately, making you gag as you chew it down, dry and chalky.

“don’t like that, huh?” he sneers, leaning in closer. “good. that’s what i deal with every day. it’s not some game for you to mess with.”

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jackie lore: i dry-swallow my pills (even the big-ass ones) but for completely different reasons. simply because i’m too lazy to go get a glass of water 😭

#american horror story #ahs #kai anderson #evan peters #ahs cult #ahs season 7 #kai anderson x reader #kai anderson x y/n #kai anderson headcanons

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from-the-coffee-shop-in-edoras · 2 months ago

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The last few things I wrote were quite sad, and so I had a HC that little Éowyn was a real menace to the women who wanted to date Théodred and I had a few hours at a boring work conference so…here’s a thing, presumably less sad! Less than 1,500 words!

Théodred is 26ish and Éowyn is 9ish.

“What do we say, Éowyn?”

Théoden put a hand behind her shoulder and lightly propelled her toward Théodred, who sat quietly a few feet away. Her lips were pressed into a thin, straight line and her eyes still burned with a fiery gleam, but, lacking any other choice, she complied with her uncle’s direction.

“I am sorry, cousin, for calling your visitor a Donkey Face,” she muttered, the words hard and cold as she glared down at the stonework on the floor.

“And?” Théoden gave her another small prod.

She sighed heavily, as though he had burdened her with the weight of the world itself. “And for putting a spider in her hair. And for laughing while she screamed and danced around to get it out.” She shot a look up at Théoden, her eyes accusing. “Even though the spider was perfectly harmless, and you didn’t need to squish it.”

“No commentary, please. Just continue with what we talked about.”

She drew another breath to spit out the rest of the scripted apology, feeling the distastefulness of the words in her mouth already. But when she turned back to Théodred, looking him in the face this time, she stopped short. His eyes were soft and a small smile played across his lips, a look of fond affection that somehow felt more damning than any of her uncle’s stern reprimands. It was easy for her to meet anger with anger, but to sustain a sharp temper in opposition to Théodred’s quiet warmth was nearly impossible, feeling somewhere between absurd and callous. Her voice faltered, its prior edge dulled by the first stirring of true regret.

“Uncle says that I made myself look bad, but also him and also you.” She swallowed hard, her words sticking in her throat from contrition now rather than petulance, and she took another small step toward him. “I didn’t mean for that to happen. I hope that you aren't angry with me, and I promise not to do it again. A real promise this time. Do you forgive me?”

Théodred’s small smile widened, blooming into a grin, and he waved a hand, a little brushing gesture to push the whole matter behind them. “Of course. Consider it forgotten.”

“Not forgotten,” warned Théoden. “Forgiven, yes. But let us remember in the future that we are not to treat guests this way, especially very important guests who are here at my personal invitation.” He nodded to Théodred and then turned for the door. “Now, if you’ll both excuse me, I have some ruffled feelings to smooth in the other room. I’m not sure Éowyn’s first apology went over as well as this one did.”

Théoden walked out and Éowyn was about to follow when Théodred’s hand caught her elbow.

“May I ask you something, little cousin?” He released her arm and pointed to the chair next to him.

She had hoped to escape the room, to run off to a branch of her favorite tree from which she could watch the king’s guards go through their daily combat drills and pretend the whole morning had never happened. But instead, she perched hesitantly on the edge of the proffered chair and waited for him to speak.

He sat for a long moment in silence, fingers tented in front of his chest, and studied her face. “I’ve always loved your mischievous spirit,” he said at last. “It reminds me of your mother, and it brings a sense of laughter and fun into what used to be a very somber place. But your mother never turned her mischief against unsuspecting strangers, and neither did you until recently. One incident is a fluke, two is notable, but four is a pattern. Is there something troubling you lately that would explain this change? Anything that you’d like to talk about?”

“No.” The answer came out quickly and defensively, an attempt to ward off further inquiry, but it seemed only to encourage him to keep talking instead.

“I can’t help but notice that the targets of your mischief have all had one thing in common. They’re all noble ladies, daughters of your uncle’s closest friends and allies, that he’s brought here to visit with me. Have these women done something to you that would perhaps warrant your dislike?”

The straight line reformed at her lips, and she shook her head.

“If you don’t know these women and they’ve never caused you offense or given you reason to view them unfavorably, then why are you so intent on tormenting them?”

A hot blush came to her cheeks, and, embarrassingly, some tears to her eyes. She looked down to hide them, staring intently at a small crack in the floor, and tried to think of what to say. But all her thoughts only brought the threat of more tears and so she shrugged her shoulders instead.

“How about if I tell you what I think, and you can tell me if I am wrong?” He paused just long enough to see her reluctant nod and then continued. “I think perhaps you dislike the fact that your uncle keeps bringing women here in the hopes that I’ll choose one as a bride. I think you know that things will change once I have a wife, and perhaps you worry about what those changes will mean for you. And I think you’ve been trying to run these women off, so that maybe you won’t have to find out.” He leaned forward and put a hand gently on her arm. “Does that sound right?”

She shrugged again, keeping her head down, but she couldn’t hide the big, round tear that dripped from her chin and landed heavily on the back of his hand. And once the first was seen, the will to hold back the others quickly crumbled. Whatever response she might have made was lost in an instant, and she began to sob.

“Oh, Éowyn, come here.” He gestured her toward him, and she stumbled forward into his open arms, her little frame swallowed up in the big, tight embrace he wrapped around her. “Getting married is something most of us will do some day. And if we’re lucky, we get many happy years together with a beloved husband or wife. Your uncle was cheated out of that chance, and he wants to see me enjoy what he was denied. But when I find a wife to love, that doesn’t mean that I’ll then love you any less. That’s not how love works. A heart always has room for more. And I’ll guard your share like it’s one of my most cherished treasures, because it is. I promise, cousin.”

He let her cry for another few minutes, releasing the fear and sadness that had been trapped deep within her for the last several weeks, until eventually the tears began to slow and her breathing to calm. A little sniffling noise emerged from somewhere inside the embrace, and he felt her dry a wet cheek on his shirt before pulling back to look up at him, all wide eyes and creased brow. “Your favorite cousin?” The tiniest shadow of a smirk appeared on her lips.

He laughed, and then she did, too. “I won’t be snared in your trap that easily just to see Éomer angry with me later. But you’re my one and only Éowyn, and that is a special thing indeed.”

She smiled, wiped her face again on a sleeve, and returned to her chair, dropping back into it more comfortably this time. “If you do have to pick a wife, I hope she’ll be much better than the ones Uncle has brought so far. All they do is sit there and smile and agree with everything you say. And they all laugh too hard at Uncle’s jokes. There hasn’t been a good one in the lot.”

He laughed again. “Would you like to know a secret?” He leaned forward and switched to an exaggerated whisper. “I don’t much like them either.”

“You don’t?” Her eyes widened but she worked hard to keep a note of gleeful triumph from her voice.

“That doesn’t mean that I condone calling them names or covering them with bugs, of course, but no, they’re not right for me. It’s not their fault, and I know that your uncle means well in bringing them here. But I intend to find my own wife, in my own time. And when I do find her someday, I am certain that she’ll meet with your approval. No insects or dirty looks or ‘accidentally’ spilled tea required. After all, you trust my judgment, don’t you?”

She nodded.

“Good.” He smiled and held out a hand. “Now let’s go out to the garden and see if we can find you a new spider friend.”

Dividers by the lovely @quillofspirit!

#éowyn #théodred #théoden #dad-vibes théodred #is one of my favorite théodreds #even as he was never an actual dad #and in my HC didn’t want to be one #he loved his little cousins though!#rohirrim #lotr

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verinarin · 11 months ago

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Dr ratio with a short! furina reader HCS ?? (Can be male, female or gn. )

I hope it wouldn't be too much to ask😭

Can be smut, fluff, platonic. It's your choice to pick!!!

sorry for the late response I forgot to check my inbox ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡

as someone who LOVES Furina this would be a treat to write !!, I’m using Penacony as the background with Robin referenced !

fluff all the wayy (would be open to write a pt2 smut if you want but I’m keeping this fluffy because it’s a long one <3)

After performing with Robin for a special event her brother hosted you resign back to your dressing room, you will never get bored of the bright stage lights illuminating your skin as you sing

But it gets tiring after the performance so you can’t wait to just go home and maybe stop by the dessert parlour you love so much near your apartment

You look at the mirror in front of you as you gently pat your face before a knock can be heard, oh it’s probably Robin wanting to ask you to ear together after a performance like she usually does

You happily walk towards the door, you open the door with a smile to reveal a man towering before you with a ridiculously huge bouquet of rainbow roses; your favourite !

You’re quite shocked to say the least, because they don’t usually let some random fellow wander around backstage with that huge bouquet

The man seemed to notice your mouth agape as you tilted your head up to gaze at him, is comedically funny how far back your head must be to fully see his face

Suddenly the man leans down and rests his arm on the closed door behind you, making it easier for you to look at him

“Good evening, pardon my interruption my name is Veritas Ratio currently working for the IPC as a delegate I’m here to formally congratulate you on your astonishing performance,” his smooth voice lingers on your ear as the bouquet distance you both

You remembered Sunday talked about inviting some members of the IPC to Penacony, so he must be one of those people Sunday talked about

“Ah ! how kind of you please come in,” you smile as you let him in, you usually wouldn’t be doing this to a stranger but this one is Sunday’s guest so you must treat him well

As he let himself in, he quietly looked around at your dressing room. Your vanity is filled with various types of makeup and accessories, not to mention your wardrobe that’s filled with different dresses and suits

You gestured for him to sit on the couch that faced your vanity, he put the bouquet on your vanity before sitting down on the couch, you seat in front of him in your chair before asking the important question you’ve been meaning to ask, “So what brings you here, Mr Ratio ?”

“Well first and foremost as a delegate for the IPC I’m here to foster a good relationship between Penacony and its high-profile residents, but I must admit that I have my reasons,” he smiles, his arms folded together as he awaits your reply

Well, you could see IPC’s intentions but his reasons however, it intrigue you, to say the least, “My my what can I possibly offer you Mr Ratio ?,”

“Please just Veritas should be fine and I was hoping that I’ll be the one who’s offering today,” he chuckles as he looks into your eyes, this mysteriously handsome man is making you flustered in just a simple glance, how unfair !

You quickly snap your mind back from the daydream to answer his offer, “Well what are you offering and for what purpose is this hypothetical offer you’re going to give me ?,”

“A dinner to get to know you better but I heard from a certain someone that you have a sweet tooth so how about a trip to the dessert parlour you like ?, my treat of course,” well someone has done their research

To be honest you were going to nod your head furiously but you need to restrain yourself from excitement, even though it’s quite evident by you playing with your fingers “Well…if I man who done his study on my favourite thing offers than who am I to decline,” your eyes wander around the room, avoiding his warm gaze

“Well then shall we ?,” he smiles as he stands up and hands out his hand, you take the offer and place your hands on his own, he gently brings the back of your hand towards his lips and gently presses a kiss, this turns you into a red strawberry in just 0.11 second !

The walk towards the dessert parlour was delightful, you get to know more about this intriguing man, he’s a scholar and apparently, he has 7 PhD degrees, in normal circumstances you would probably think he was jesting but seeing how he talks and presents himself, you knew he must be the real deal

As you enter the parlour the owner suddenly appears and guides you both to your seat by the window, showcasing Penacony’s breathtaking view. “I hope you like the seat that I chose,” Veritas says as he drags the chair out for you to sit in

“You reserved us a seat ?” you ask dumbfounded by his words, this man had just met you and he’s already treating you like a princess

He chuckles before sitting in front of you, “Of course as a matter of fact I already ordered every single thing for us to try and don’t worry if you can’t finish it all, you can always take it home,”

Your pupils dilate like how a cat would when they’re happy, he finds the sight to be adorable and he’s quite fond of your sweet tooth, “You’re spoiling too much and barely know me,” you huff feeling a little bit upset at him for spending a lot of money on you

“I see it as a worthy investment,” he replies candidly as the waiter pours lavender tea into your cup, oh you’re quite interested in his choice of words

“Hmm investment for what ?” you ask as you trace your finger on the rim of the cup, waiting patiently for his answer

“Let’s just say I’d like to impress you so that we could do this more often, I genuinely want to get to know,” well before this he has already impressed you from the start

“Is this a date this feels like a date,” you tease which he replies with a chuckle of his own “Can’t you tell from the start that I’m enamoured by you ?”

“Oh ?, umm is this a date…?,” you nervously smile while asking, you’re so oblivious to his pursuit that he finds it rather endearing. He reaches forward to brush a strand of your hair back before replying

“Silly girl, can’t you tell that I’m one of your devoted fan ?,”

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #dr ratio #dr. ratio #dr ratio x reader #dr. ratio x reader #dr ratio fluff #dr. ratio fluff

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andydrysdalerogers · 7 months ago

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Love Lessons

Pairings: Sebastian Stan x Reader, Chris Evans, Scott Evans, Sebastian x Alejandra Onieva

Word Count: 3.1K

Summary: Being an associate producer was never the goal but the stepping stone to be a writer. So when you work for Jimmy Fallon, you never know what will happen. Or who you will meet...

Warnings: Language, Alcohol use

Song: Jessie's Girl by Rick Springfield (performed by Mary Lambert)

Part 1 of 3

Banners by me! Dividers by @firefly-graphics

I don't consent to my work being copied or translated at all.

Love lesson #1: Meeting your potential soul mate can come from anywhere. You don’t really know. Whether it’s a chance meeting, a prearranged date or fate hitting you in the face. All you know is that it always comes from the place you least expect it. Always keep your eyes open.

Being an assistant is never a glamorous job. But it is the stepping stone to get to any producer, anchor or executive job. Everyone starts at the bottom. Including you. You are an assistant on the Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon. Fate had gotten you the call for an internship a couple of years ago. Destiny placed you in the way of your future and hard work had gotten you to be one of the show’s assistants. You rarely got star struck anymore but every once in a while, it did come. You are human after all.

Tonight, it was your job to have all of the guests comfortable before the taping. And you knew it would be a more difficult night as the men of Marvel were on the docket for the week. Monday, it had been Robert Downey Jr., who had to be one of the nicest humans you had ever met. Tuesday it had been Mark Ruffalo and Paul Rudd, who were complete sweethearts. Wednesday brought Chris Helmsworth, Paul Bethany and Benedict Cumberbatch, or the international contingent as you had called them. Thursday was Anthony Mackie and Tom Holland, which went as well as you thought.

But now it was Friday, and it was the final night of the week. You had a list of things that you needed to bring to the first guest room. You knocked but didn’t hear anything. You knocked again and thought you heard a muffled acknowledgement You entered. “Hello Mr. Stan! I have…oh I’m so sorry!” You had interrupted an intimate moment between him and a blonde.

“Oh, god, sorry, I thought you were Evans.” The man grabbed his handkerchief from his pocket to wipe away the lipstick on his mouth.

“I’m so sorry. I was just bringing in the Evian that was requested.” You dropped the bottles of water into the fridge and headed back to the door. “Please let me know if you need anything else.” You spun around, your HC ponytail swinging around.

“I don’t have your name to call you.” Sebastian smiled in your direction as the blonde scowled. He took you in and absorbed the natural beauty you had in a simple white button down and black slacks. You had minimal makeup on, highlighting just your eyes. You were a stark contrast to the blonde next to him and it was a breath of fresh air.

“It’s YN, Mr. Stan.”

“YN, thank you for the waters. But please call me Sebastian. This is Alejandra, my girlfriend.” He pointed to the blonde, who gave you a pointed look. The look of fuck off and leave me and my man alone. Sebastian missed it, still captivated by you. “I don’t think you were here last time I was on the show.”

“No, I started about two years ago. I think you were here right before I joined.” You looked down. “Well, it’s nice to meet you both. If you’ll excuse me.” You head on out and let out a long breath.

“Cariño, why are you staring at the door?”

“No reason. She was nice.” Alejandra rolled her eyes. “What Ale?”

“Nothing Sebastian.” She went back to kissing his neck. He shrugged her off. “I don’t want to get lipstick on my collar.” In reality, he wanted to go after you, find out more about you. You were an enigma that he wanted to puzzle out. YN, the name of a mystery.

You headed to the other dressing room and knocked, waiting this time until you heard, “Come in.”

“Hi Chris,” you greeted. You had met Chris a couple of time, so you were way more comfortable with him.

“Hey YN!” He came over to give you a kiss on the cheek and a hug.

“I’ve got your waters and scotch as requested and… Eeekkkk!”

You screamed and dropped the glasses as none other than Scott Evans scared the pants off of you when he jumped from behind the door. He doubled over in laughter as he had gotten Chris and you in one go. You had dropped to your knees in fright and clutched at your chest.

“Scott! What the fuck man!” Chris yelled at his brother. Sometimes he wished that Scott and Jimmy were not as close friends as they were so maybe he wouldn’t have to had keep bringing him along every time.

Scott was still trying to breathe, “I’m sorry YNN. You both made it too easy.”

Sebastian, after hearing the commotion, ran to Chris’s room and looked around the corner and saw a sight that made him weak. It was you, on your knees, looking so seductive, your white button-down shirt basically see through from the dropped water and scotch, allowing a glimpse at the dark colored bra you wore underneath. He swallowed at the sight until he saw all of the glass and the liquid that covered you. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine. This jackass scared the crap outta me,” you said pointing to Scott. Sebastian was shocked with the choice of words you used. You carefully got up with Sebastian and Christ helping you, so you didn’t get cut by the glass. Everyone was chuckling until they heard another voice scoff and say, “Pendeja.”

You froze, unbelieving what you were hearing. That didn’t stop Scott. He was fluent in Spanish and had a complete look of rage on his face. “What the fuck did you just call her?”

Alejandra paled when three male faces whipped towards her. She was speechless, unable to defend herself.

You got up and touched Scott’s arm to calm him, gave Chris a small smile and left the room. As you walked away, you turned back to see Sebastian looking like he wanted the floor to swallow him. You turned back and headed to your office and pray for a change of clothes, so you no longer smelled like scotch and humiliation.

Back in the dressing areas, Chris had called maintenance and they cleared the glass as Sebastian pulled Alejandra back into his dressing room. “What the fuck!”

“I’m sorry cariño, it slipped.”

“It slipped to call someone you don’t know an insulting name?”

“It… it wasn’t….”

“Don’t tell me it wasn’t Ale. Scott speaks Spanish and his face was what told me you said something derogatory. What did you call her?”

“I called her an idiot.” The voice was small and afraid.

“Really Ale, really? What the fuck for?”

“She made eyes at you, and I was upset.”

“A lot of women do Alejandra. Are you really that insecure in our relationship that you had to treat someone like that?”

“Cariño, I’m sorry.”

“Nah, forget it. Just go home Alejandra. You embarrassed me in front of my friends and in front of a perfect stranger.” He grabbed his bag and headed to Chris’s dressing room. He knocked on his door. “Can I hang in here for a while?”

“Sure Seb,” Chris replied as he sat with Scott.

Sebastian placed his bag in the corner and then sat of the opposite couch. “How the fuck did I end up with a bitch like Alejandra?” He dropped his head in his hands.

Chris cleared his throat, uncomfortable with the comment but knowing his friend needed him. “Did she tell you what she called YN?”

“Yeah, and the reason behind it. I mean this is the first time I’ve ever met this girl and all of a sudden Ale decided she needed to be a she-wolf.”

“You’ve never met YN?” Scott piped in.

“No, should, have I?”

“I mean, I thought…” Scott is stopped by Chris.

“He doesn’t come on the show as often as we do. I think this is the first time in a couple of years, right?”

“Yeah, I think so. She mentioned something about only being here recently.”

“For the last couple of years, yeah.” Chris is nervous suddenly but Sebastian chalks it up to his famous anxiety. They chat for a bit, waiting for the show to start.

You head back to Jimmy’s office, after changing into a black dress you happened to have, making sure that he is ready to go. “Hey Jimmy!”

“Hey YN! Ready for the last night of Men of Marvel week?”

“Kinda, all this testosterone is getting to me,” you said with a giggle.

“How are Chris, Scott and Sebastian?”

“Ready to roll, boss. Although Scott did scare me earlier.”

“Oh god, tell me we got that on camera.”

You sighed and pulled the flash drive from your pocket with the offending footage. The hallway had a camera and captured Scott jumping out and you falling. Jimmy plugs it in and views the tape. He laughs until he sees the confrontation with Alejandra. “What did she call you?”

“Pendeja. It means idiot or dumb ass in certain countries.” You look down at your hands. You knew what she said, and it hurt. She had never met you, didn’t know anything about you. And here she was, trying to make you feel insignificant.

“YNN, you know none of us think that way of you. This was an accident from a scare. You didn’t make a mistake.”

You wipe away an errant tear. “I know Jimmy. Thanks.”

“You know Chris and Scott would never think of you that way.”

“I know. I know.” You take a deep breath and square your shoulders. “You ready boss?”

“Oh, we all know you are more the boss than me,” he says. “Let me go say hi to the guys before we get started.” You grab his suit jacket and follow him to the dressing rooms. You’re surprised to see Sebastian in the Evans’s dressing room, but you didn’t say anything. Jimmy greeted everyone. “Scott, I know you are not in the Marvel universe, but you know we love you here at the Tonight Show.”

“Well if it wasn’t for YNN, I wouldn’t be here; she convinced Chris to bring me,” Scott replies, getting a chuckle from everyone else. You blush at the attention.

“Had I known I would be covered in scotch, I would have told Chris to leave you at home,” you say with a smirk, leave Scott with an open mouth and hard laughs from Jimmy, Sebastian and Chris.

Sebastian stands and asks, “um, YN, could I have a moment of your time.” You nod and head to the hallway. Sebastian pulls the door almost all the way closed and turns to face you. “I am sorry about Alejandra. Her comment was way out of line. She was rude and I just wanted to offer my apologies.”

“It’s ok Sebastian. Thank you for the apology. I’m used to snobs like her.” You play with the end of your ponytail. A nervous habit.

Sebastian gulped not sure how to convey his attraction. “It doesn’t excuse her behavior.” He slipped into Romannian. “Din tot sufletul, dragă, îmi cer scuze pentru ea.” (With all my heart, beautiful, I apologize for her.)

You look at him curiously. And reply, “Ar fi trebuit să alegi o femeie mai bună pentru ca inima ta să fie fericită.” (You should have picked a better woman for your heart to be happy.) He looked stunned and you continued. “It’s not a problem.”

You turned to head back into the dressing room, but Sebastian touches your arm. “I was wondering if I could buy you a drink after the show.”

You blush at the invitation. Sebastian Stan asking you for a drink is like the dream. However, you already had plans. “Oh, I would love to but I’m meeting someone after. Rain check?”

“Oh. Yeah sure. Here,” he took his phone out and gave it to you. You entered in your number and messaged yourself. “I live here in the city so whenever you have time.”

“Sure, I’ll text you.” You walked back into the room. Chris gave you a questioning look and you smiled and shook your head, letting him know you were ok.

You and Jimmy left the room and got ready for the show, stopping in the control room with the video, making sure it was edited to just show the scare. The show started and Jimmy did his thing, the monologue going off without a hitch. You waited for the cues, doing your thing. Sebastian came out first.

“Sebastian welcome back to the show. It’s been a couple of years.”

“Yes, thanks for having me. I wasn’t exactly sure if you’d have me back, considering the last time.”

“The last time… oh, yeah well.”

“C’mon man no need to be shy.”

“Not shy. Embarrassed maybe.”

“Now I’m hurt because we basically made out.” This drew out gasps and giggles from the crowd.

“We did not make out.”

“We did. I feel like we did. We should show them.”

“Yeah, I guess.” Jimmy points to the director. “Let’s show them last time.”

And a video play of musical cups where Sebastian accidentally takes a drink of one of the beers before the music stopped and had to spit the drink back into the cup. When the music did stop, Jimmy landed with the cup. The crowd roared with laughter watching the exchange.

Sebastian and Jimmy laugh it off and chat for a few minutes. Chris joins Sebastian on stage.

“So, Chris, we heard a rumor.”

“Ok. Lots of rumors. But hit me with it.”

“You have a new lady in your life.” Jimmy smirks at him.

“You do? You can do that?” Sebastian questions, drawing a laugh from everyone.

Chris blushes. “Yeah, well if I had a girlfriend, I would say that she wouldn’t want her name out there. Because she’s probably a private person.”

“Ok,” Jimmy says. “That’s fair. So, is that a yes?”

Chris just shakes his head and laughs.

Sebastian interjects. “I’m sure if Chris had a girlfriend, he would have told me. As far as I know, it’s just him and Dodger. And me but I’m like another puppy.”

Jimmy laughs and Chris punches Seb’s arm. They show the scare video, and they introduce you as an assistant that Scott is friends with. Scott comes out to explain what happened.

“Did you mean to get YN as well?”

“No, that was a happy coincidence. She’s a great girl and we’ve stayed close since…” he swallows, like he’s nervous… “since Chris and I met her a couple of years ago.”

“That’s great. Well, thank you to Sebastian Stan, Chris and Scott Evans for stopping by…” The show is ending. You had already finished and were putting on your coat while watching the closing. You said bye to the crew and headed over to the bar.

Ordering a lemon drop martini, you sit, waiting and get a message

I’ll just be a few.

You sigh, knowing he would be late. You take a sip and look around the room.

Sebastian couldn’t believe his luck when he went to the bar Chris had suggested. He wanted Seb to meet someone and said he would be a few minutes. In looking around for a seat, he saw you sitting at the bar. You were elegant still in your black dress, a change from the white from earlier. Like two sides of you in one day. He approached you out of your line of sight. “Fancy seeing you here.”

You turn to see Sebastian next to you with a smile. “It’s not hard to find me. I’m here every Friday.”

He took a seat next to you. “So, you know Romanian?”

You smile softly. “Yes. My best friend was from Romania. She taught me since I loved linguistics so much.”

“You are a polyglot?”

“Yep, English, French, Spanish, German and Romanian.”

“So, you know what Ale said?”

“Perfectly. Just because I don’t look like, I don’t know, sophisticated and shit doesn’t mean she should assume that I am lower than her.”

“I kicked her out. I’m so sorry she treated you that way.”

“Like I said, I’m used to it.” You sip your drink, wishing you could forget the entire day.

“So, you’re waiting for your friend or were you lying?”

“I just got a message that they are running a few minutes late.”

“So, is it a boyfriend or a friend?”

You blush, “a boyfriend. He wanted me to meet one of his best friends tonight.” You chew your lip slightly, starting to feel nervous.

“Oh, so its new?”

“No, we just never went public really. We’ve been dating for about a year and a half.” You take a sip as you can feel your cheeks are rosy.

“Oh, how’d you meet?” Sebastian felt like he couldn’t just walk away since he was meeting Chris. But he didn’t want to stop talking to the enchanting creature in front of him.

“Well…”

“Hey beautiful.” Chris walked up and threw his arm around you and kissed you softly.

“Hey baby,” you reply as you look at Sebastian who looks like a fish. Scott comes up as well.

“Hey YNN! You started without me!” he pouts.

“I run on normal time not Evans’s time,” you tease. “You’re always late Scotty.”

Sebastian finally closes his mouth. He swallows, realizing his been hitting on his best friend’s girl. “You and Chris.”

“Yeah,” he replied. “I met this one and we just wanted to keep things quiet. Didn’t want it to affect her job.”

“I was just asking how you met.”

“Well, I was out at a bar, The Kinckle Club for a blind date and he didn’t show. So after about an hour of waiting and two glasses of wine, I was going to head to my friend Jon’s for his birthday. Well, I literally ran into Chris in front of the bar. He helped me up and then I guess the rest is history. He said he knew Jon too and was supposed to go to his party as well, but we ended up talking all night that night. Never made it to Jon’s that day.”

“Best day to not meet up with you by the way,” he told Sebastian.

Sebastian thought back to when he would have invited Chris to Jon’s, and it hits him. He had stood up a date because he was too busy making moves on Alejandra, whom he met through Jon. The date was supposed to be on Jon’s birthday. The blind date was the date with you.

You hadn’t made the connection between the man who stood you up and himself. He mentally cursed himself the rest of the evening as he watched you interact with Chris.

Love lesson# 2: never standup a blind date. You never know if it’s your soul mate that you were destined to meet.

More lessons to come… Part 2 // Part 3

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multifandomfanatic02 · 9 months ago

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For a one shot, if you do x reader, then Alastor x sex repulsed ace reader? Maybe while they’re alive, and they meet because reader has something to do with radio broadcasting? I don’t think I’ve seen any one shots that cover that side of alastor and I’ll always request Alastor lmao

Ooo I love doing human Alastor! It wasn't until I saw everyone's similar hc fanart of human Alastor that I found him so attractive.

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Paring : human!Alastor x reader

Summary : Alastor never really found much comfort in other's presence. That is until he met you and the soothing voice that accompanied you.

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Alastor was a well-known radio host in the beautiful city of New Orleans, Louisiana. Which meant that his show had a large audience along with many guests applying to be on his show. His favorite thing to broadcast was the local Jazz bands and singers. He wasn't much for talking to the guests though, the man kept to himself. The one time he tried to connect with a guest was with a poorly timed pun in which the guest just looked at him stupid. Never again. Well... until he met you.

Your popularity in your beloved hometown was building up quickly. At first you were just a singer in a church choir. However over time all your friends and family believed you were wasting your talent just singing in a church. Never has anyone heard such an angelic voice. Taking their advice, you began to sing from pubs and restaurants to minor radio shows.

After a while you yourself got a bit of a following, people came from nearby cities to hear you sing. You had a unique talent that sensed the listener's emotion and corporated the feelings into your song whether it be love, heartbreak, grief, or joy. And everytime, the audience was sent to tears.

Eventually your reputation finally reached Alastor's ears. He had all kinds of requests from fans to have you on his show. It was a first for him. So of course he followed through and managed to get into contact with you. It wasn't hard really, in fact it seems your home phone number was attached to every possible pub in town.

One week. In one week would you be singing for the most popular radio host in Louisiana. It was a a dream. Your career would finally be taking it's first huge step. Every night since the show started, you have listened in. You were a big fan and all the bands that have been including in his episodes turned out to be famous in the long run. Somewhat anyway.

The night had finally came and all you brought with you was a guitar. It's all you needed. Singing was great but writing music was your real passion. Being able to sing is just a bonus.

"My name is Alastor. It's a pleasure to meet you, dear. Quite a pleasure. Your reputation precedes you." He takes your hand in his, kneeling a little to kiss the your knuckles.

"The pleasure is all mine really. My name is, Y/N. I've been looking forward to meeting you myself." You took one side of your dress in between your fingers and curtsied, steadily holding the guitar in the other.

"Well dear let's not keep our folks waiting any longer then!" He sets up a stool and microphone on the mini-stage behind him, gesturing you to sit down for taking his seat st his desk in front of you. He obviously wasn't interested in any small talk but his moods weren't that hard to read. As you started playing your guitar, you took everything he was feeling into account.

His face remained away from you but you could feel his tense body starting to relax. Your voice soothed him to a point of shock. He had never heard anyone more beautiful. All the sorrow and loneliness he's been feeling is flowing through his ears like she had just listened to his own heart. His own breath caught in his throat, forming a lump.

Gentle and quiet tears streamed down his face as he remembered the best memories of his mother whom had just recently died. While his eyes stayed had been on you for quite some time now, a smile began to form on his cheeks. He wiped the tears away before clapping upon the end of the song. He held his hand out to you, allowing you to take a step down from the stage.

"That was amazing, Y/N." He took a deep breath to compose himself. "Say.. would you like to come back next week? I believe everyone will agree when I say we need more of your voice." He says handing you his card with his personal phone number on it.

"And please feel free to call me for anything you may need. Even if it's just for a coffee." He says with a wink.

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a/n- i know it's not exactly what was requested but I hope you like it anyway 💗 🙏

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halfmoth-halfman · 1 year ago

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do you have any headcannons about designer dress you can disclose? every now and then i create some of my own, but it's great finding out about the "official" ones, like why did you choose canary as mc's moniker? are we going to find out more about laswell and price? maybe gaz's mom? she seems important... what about farah's relationship with john? and some tidbits as well, like why blue? why valeria's "day job" is fashion designer? sorry the questionnaire, any piece would be great! i'm just in awe with the whole ambience you've created. much love! xx

oh i’ve got plenty of headcanons. some i won’t go into too much detail about because it would dipping into spoiler territory, but here ya go:

gaz was a big momma's boy as a kid, and when she died so soon after his father it left him with a lot of big, confusing feelings for an 8-9 year old

he was angry at price for a long time after his parents' deaths and it wasn't until well into his teenage years that he started warming up to price

farah was adopted after gaz, when her parents were killed during price's and the 141's first go around with makarov when they were both building their "empires" (we'll go more into that in the next few chapters)

gaz and farah took to each other easily, often finding comfort in their similar struggles and complicated feelings for price

price does everything he can to help gaz and farah remember their parents, mostly out of respect and love for them and their parents, but also due to that quiet guilt that he's the reason their parents are gone

gaz goes back on forth on calling price dad, but always refers to farah as his sister

farah does not call price dad, it’s always either old man or price

farah does think of gaz as a brother, but can’t bring herself to actually call him that because it makes her think of hadir

farah and gaz are best friends through and through tho

price cannot visit their parents' graves with them, he doesn't feel he has a right to, and if he goes with one of them he’ll wait in the car until they’re done to go to the grave himself

price has talked about canary to gaz’s dad’s grave

i hc price's favorite color as blue in general, hence all the blue he puts his women in

there is a difference between the blues when he gets canary a dress vs when valeria makes her one

valeria's come in various shades of blue while price's are always the same shade of blue as his eyes

he is absolutely doing it as a way to mark his territory

graves loves his women in gold and jewels and designer, it's a way to show off his wealth and status and how much he spoils them

it's all part of a carefully put together show to make himself look good

makarov does not give a fuck about any of that

his women are on display as a way to taunt and tempt his enemies because they know better than to touch what's his and he drapes them in blood-colored fabric as warning

price had a playboy phase after his (amicable) divorce from kate and it only got worse when gaz’s parents died

he never loved or really cared for any of his significant others, knowing most were just after his money, status, or bragging rights - they used him and he used them as a stress relief

when gaz moved in to the manor, he tried a few short-lived relationships that never lasted more than a few months

he stopped completely when farah moved in

price tried dating once or twice when gaz and farah were older and things were more stable but it was never anything serious until canary

price has never been in love until canary

price, nik, and gaz's dad were bffs with farah's dad joining later, and nik loves gaz and farah like his own

at one point, shepherd was included in that little group

alex and farah had a romcom-esque meet-cute at a 141 gala where alex was a guest of kate's

alex fell first, farah fell harder

price, and the rest of the 141, are good friends with kate's wife, but they don't see her often since she's not involved in their business

kate tries to keep her wife separate from that side of her life for her own safety

roach, könig, and horangi live in a three-bedroom apartment because the third bedroom was originally ghost's

outside of soap, ghost is probably closest to roach and sees him as a younger brother

no one except ghost knows how old roach is, he changes the answer every time someone asks him

roach was not born mute, it happened during a bar fight where he shielded ghost from someone with a broken bottle

ale/val/rudy have known each other since they were kids

rudy always had feelings for alejandro but never said anything, content to be friends

alejandro and valeria dated first, they broke up when valeria and alejandro disagreed with how to run the vaqueros

alejandro and rudy started dating in that time, but rudy broke up with him when valeria came back and rudy felt like alejandro wasn't over her

it was a lot of drama and feelings being shoved down that culminated in one night of drinking, arguing about emotions, and eventually a threesome

the three have been together ever since

alejandro and rudy do not necessarily approve of what valeria does with her own business - she takes a very jason todd approach to it all (aka "you can't stop crime, but you can control it") - but she does get positive results so the arguments are few and far between

rudy is a doctor first and foremost, but he's always enjoyed cooking (something something cutting into meat the same way he'd cut into a body something something) and it was his own suggestion for him to be the club chef

valeria never intended to do fashion design, but she enjoys the finer things and has specific tastes for how she wants to look

since every tailor/designer she had hired eventually ended up disappointing her, she took up the job herself

running a club was nik's idea, and it took him a few months and a lot of badgering to convince price to go along with it

price agreed only because 13-year-old gaz mumbled that "it'd be kinda cool" one night at dinner

the singer position at the club was made specifically for farah because she found comfort singing songs her mother used to sing to her and hadir when they were little

on special occasions, soap will take over at the bar and alex will get on stage and play guitar alongside farah as she sings

soap was gaz’s friend that he introduced to the club and he became fast friends with everyone

eventually price hired him after recognizing how smart and perceptive soap was

soap is in his position for a reason, the guests are more than happy to ogle the handsome server with too many buttons undone and not notice that he's watching them back with a far sharper eye

soap and ghost were supposed to be a one-time thing meant for stress relief but ghost caught feelings and kept coming back

it took ghost ages to admit he cared for soap and when the realization hit, it scared the hell out of him but roach convinced him to talk it out with soap

soap is the only person ghost would ever disobey price for, but he would never admit that

alex gushes to gaz about farah nonstop and talks about how he knew he was going to marry her the moment they met

gaz was happy for them, but he never really got it...until he met tabby

nik sometimes gets too drunk and reminisces about his wife back home

no one knows if he actually has a wife, or where “back home” is, his stories are all the same, but the little details change every time

könig and horangi were together before they joined the 141, and könig moved in with roach and ghost completely unaware that they worked for price

the 141 refers to kortac as "könig's people" because it's a far more complicated system of contacts and connections that would take a week to describe

ghost’s entire spine pops when he gets out of bed in the morning, and it freaks soap out

roach was a track star in highschool

price has the highest kill count in the 141, soap and valeria have a not-so-friendly competition going for second place

canary got her nickname from her father

graves did have romantic feelings for canary at one point, but that quickly got overshadowed by his want for adler to recognize and approve of him

adler only approved canary and graves’s marriage because canary asked him to - the contract was his one condition for that approval

russell adler died two days after canary and graves got married

graves only has two preferences when it comes to his women: rich & powerful

price cares about his people, but it borders on a possessiveness that he keeps very well hidden

price has built a very strict set of rules about who his people kill and how far they can and cannot go

he will end business relationships if someone steps out of line

valeria has come close on several occasions

makarov does not care - he will kill men, women, children, old, young, pregnant, etc. blood is blood, it doesn't matter who it comes from

that’s not say price wouldn’t do what needs to be done to protect his people

price cares about family above all else, and he will go scorched earth on anyone who would dare to threaten or hurt them

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chaifootsteps · 1 year ago

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As someone who hates abusers irl but loves Stella and what she as a (abusive) character could be and how she feels like a hedon that grew to find no greater pleasure than verbally attacking her husband for her guests/friends amusement (and what I HC to be more) who isn't too smart because she never had to be I've never been happier to not actually engage in the fandom. My biggest issues with her at the start was how people defended her initial appearance (no matter how "justified" she was it always kind of reminded me of my history having an abusive mother and a father who was her main victim) as "cheaters deserve it" so I've always hated fandom talk around her. I stopped trying to keep up around when I was getting pissy about people calling her a flawless girlboss and am only starting to try and tip my toes back in and just. I'm not looking forward to it the more I get a grasp from your blog. I'm not sure if I'm going to wait on wading through it or not. Like she is a woman scorned who, given how cheating is a way real life victims can find freedom, had it coming and I kind of really dig that. I'm hating the fandom more and more though.

Yeah, I think the weakest argument against Stella has always been "Well, Stolas cheated on her." Because he was miserable, they're both completely miserable, he was right to cheat on her.

They're both victims of the Goetia family, they both treat their imp servants like punching bags, and they're both abusing someone else to escape their pain -- Stella by lashing out at Stolas and Stolas by sexually abusing Blitzo. They're two broken, drowning people and a better writer would realize that.

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cravingsfromatwistedone · 2 years ago

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Hi Hana! I just saw ur post and it's perfectly fine if you can't write for Twisted Wonderland. Is it alright if I have the same prompt but with any Genshin character of ur choice? -🎐 Anon

PRAISE TO BE [ DRABBLE + HC / NSFW ]

AUTHOR'S NOTE: HELLO THERE DARLING! I DEEPLY APOLOGIZE FOR TAKING MY TIME TOO LONG BUT INSPIRATION HAVEN'T HIT ME ENOUGH LATELY! (⁠´⁠；⁠ω⁠；⁠｀⁠) SO HOPEFULLY WHAT I WROTE FOR YOU TURNED OUT WELL! ANY KINDS OF FEEDBACKS ARE APPRECIATED!

DARLING REQUESTED: Could I request overstimulation by toys hc with [!!!] and other characters of ur choice but as mean doms with a Fem or GN reader!

TW: IMPLIED OVERSTIMULATION, USAGE OF TOYS, PET NAMES, A MIX OF PRAISING AND DEGRADING, SWEARING/CURSING, PETPLAY, USAGE OF COLLAR AND LEASH

KAMISATO AYATO X FEM! READER

"What a pretty girl you are, so obedient just for me♡"

The male chuckled to himself before scratching under your chin as drool seeped out from your lips, your eyes glistening with tears. "A-Ayato♡—" You pant out, only for him to place a finger against your lips. "Ah-ah, did I say you could talk dearest?" He slyly spoke. He laughed when your head started dipping down, your gaze fixed to the floorboards instead of him. Kamisato Ayato found it endearing that you were hanging on to every single word he said, almost like a kicked puppy so to say.

Tugging on the leash that was connected to your collar, you were forced to look up to your benefactor. A pleasant grin carved into his face as he held up a small controller in his hand "Now, let's try turning it up a li~ittle higher alright, puppy?♡"

[ H E A D C A N O N S ! ]

• Despite his refined and elegant appearance, you'd never guess that he was such a perverted man

• He'd gently coax you into acting out his deepest desires, with the promise that he'll take good care of you once you're done

• Of course, he's the kind of man who'd leave you in the dark; waiting just around the corner to surprise you with whatever he had in mind that day

• He was particularly fond of petplay, where he'd often place a collar on you before tying a leash to it, grinning to your flustered face as he walks you around in his private quarters

• He takes it to the extreme where he even bought a vibrating butt plug that had a furry end to it, your 'tail' as he calls it and that you should never take it off without his permission

• Kamisato Ayato is also a cheeky man, he'd 'accidentally' turn on the plug to its highest setting before excusing you and himself to the guests as your knees start to buckle; to which you shakily let out an agreement

• Once you've arrived in his bedroom, he's taking his sweet time in undressing you, your soft supple skin simply covered in sweat and that you were begging to have your needs filled

• "Go on, keep crying like a bitch in heat, dearest♡" He says, gripping on to your hips as he forces you down on his cock; relishing the way your cunt tightens around him as your moans fuels him even more

• As soon as the bed has been thoroughly wet ( by your mixed fluids ), the male does a stupendous job at cleaning up; carefully setting aside your fainted figure as he places on to a new mattress to sleep on for the night

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shmowder · 6 months ago

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When I say I've waited all my life for a Pathologic x reader writer to pop up... well maybe not all my life, but I never thought I'd see the day *and* I love your Minthara works too! Might I request some nsfw P2 Victor Kain x reader headcanons please?

Thank you so much <3 I can't believe one of my bg3 readers came here, especially a Minthara fan! My works of her are my pride and joy. I started this as smut hc, but my hand slipped, and now it's a full fic instead? I hope you like it, even if it's not fully the style you had in mind. Do tell me what you think about it.

Mea columba

[Smut, Fluff, Slight Angst, Comfort, Soft, Tender, unstable mentality, Service top, Coddling, Slight infantilisation kink, repressed feelings, lap sitting, possessiveness]

[P2 Victor x GN Reader]

"With every breath, your soul drains slowly away…"

You can't exactly pinpoint when it started.

Maybe it was you who made the first move after a drink or two behind closed curtains, his hardened eyes softening with each kiss you trailed up his collarbone.

Or was it him who proposed the idea over the dinner date he invited you to out of the blue, his hand resting atop your thigh, inching upwards with every word leaving his lips on why this would be a beneficial arrangement for the both of you.

Frankly, it doesn't matter how.

Ever since that first taste, you've rekindled a feeling inside Victor, which he thought was long gone.

A fire long snuffed out brought back to life with every breathy moan of his name you've graced his ears with.

From how delicately he handles this arrangement, easing you into it each time with a dinner invitation and the offer of sweets and wine, it's as if he's cautious of scaring you off.

Sitting next you on the large dinner table rather than on the opposite end, a clear display of his intimate intentions by blatantly disregarding etiquette.

Sometimes, he takes the initiative to cut your own food for you without you asking. Topping your glass, be it wine or water, before it's empty.

Was it merely a show of good faith or a deeper urge to prove his usefulness to you? Like handling a stray cat, he's aware there is nothing binding you to him or this place.

No concrete promise for you to warm his bed and drive away the suffocating loneliness each night.

He doesn't want to entertain the idea of you finding your solace in others' beside him, It stings.

Alas, it's still at the front of his mind, a factual possibility each time you're even a minute late to his invitation.

Staring at his empty plate, he doesn't need to glance up at the ticking clock by the wall. Time flows through him smoother than it slides between the turning metal gears. An acute awareness of every passing second, every minute reset, every hour before the church bells collide to make a single sound.

Each time the smile doesn't quite reach your eyes when he pulls the chair for you, slowly pushing it in after you sit down.

He enquires about your day, politely adding a comment of acknowledgement as you expose your soul to him.

It paints a different atmosphere, a more domestic one of two lovers, newly betrothed, seeking comfort in each other after a long day.

Rather than two people–almost strangers to add–having a casual affair.

What would've been a scandalous prospect for Victor's reputation in any other place, is, however, as mundane as the changing of the seasons in this town.

The people here are vastly more open-minded, at least the people that look up to the Kains tend to be. Some others, not so much, but they know to keep their opinions to themselves.

You're free to come and go to his wing of the crucible in broad daylight as much as you please.

“Please, do make yourself at home” is what he'd tell you each time, making an effort to greet you at the door and hang your coat for you.

Whatever thing he was busy with is immediately discarded in your presence. Whatever guest meeting he had planned is rearranged to accommodate you.

As if he'd throw everything away just for the chance to play house with you again, spending time together in the same room, be it while talking or staying comfortably silent, Victor doesn't mind either.

However, at the end of each one of those visits, you find yourself being coaxed into his bedroom.

He's really cunning when he needs to be. At times he makes it feel like it was your own idea, at others he openly states his desires, honeyed words flooding your brain, his lips against the underside of your wrist feel nothing short of electrifying.

You're suddenly aware of how little layers he wears, a single buttoned shirt. Contrasting to the style of the upper-class families in this town, Victor manages to achieve elegance solely through simplicity.

How sinful he looks with just the top buttons undone, exposing his bare flesh underneath. Peering down at you from above, eyes wordlessly begging you to follow him, his firm hold around your waist, ordering your body towards him.

How easily you fold each time.

After the long song and dance he prepares each day. The faux domestic fantasy you graciously indulge him in, such an innocent act sending arousal scorching through his veins.

Having you to himself all morning to look after in his own home, eating his own food, letting him provide for you without argument or fuss, allowing him to coddle you in the safety of these four walls.

You're going to be the death of him.

Having you sit on his lap, all by yourself. Victor's breathing halted for a moment the first time you pulled that move, afraid that the air movement through his lungs could disturb you.

He's quick to let you sink back into his chest, one arm secured around you, hand pressed comfortably against your stomach, warming you up. Your head tucked into his neck, your whole being surrendered to him at that moment, entrusting him to hold you.

Part of him is ashamed of how quickly this act can lead to him giving into the growing excitement in his libido, feeling his cock hardening below your soft body, even the most subtle of squirming and swaying you make sends intense pleasure straight to his core, wearing his resolve thin.

Are you teasing him on purpose? Rubbing it into his face how much he gets off on you relying on him, on making yourself small in his lap. How cruel you can be, yet he always lets things slide when it comes to you.

his usually steady hands trembling as they hover over your hips, ghosting over your skin. As if you're a mirage that might fizzle out the second that he reaches towards you, illusory sand slipping through his fingers.

He stretches out this beautiful lie as much as he's allowed to, gradually getting you accustomed to spending more and more time with him, to leaving your responsibilities behind, trading the weight on your shoulders for the bite marks and hickeys he adorns you with.

You're slowly breaking him, taunting his depravity out from under the carpet.

And he takes it, all of that which you give him.

Swallows it whole, the sweet and bitter, the pleasure and pain. He takes and takes like you're the cure for his morose soul.

Admires your sprawled figure on the bed, vulnerable and raw. The reward he's granted after peeling each piece of your clothes off for you, like unravelling a work of art, he never lets you lift a finger.

It's borderline self-flagellation how much he stalls the main event, preferring to kiss up your fragile ankles, mouthing at your calves, whispering tender words just under your knee, digging his teeth into your thighs with calculated pressure that never breaks the skin nor leaves a scratch behind.

What a beautiful sacrificial lamb you've allowed yourself to become, give your body up to him for a night.

Don't you know that it's a facade? His gentle manners are nothing short of a social lubricant, oil to ease the turning of people's cogs, and make their spindles turn favourably towards his direction.

Make them think that their visions aligned with his all along, that they'd be serving themselves by serving him, serving the Kains.

Have them turn an illusion into a reality from the sheer power of belief alone.

But you already know all of that, don't you?

Felt the sharp claws from underneath the clasped hands hidden behind his back, glimpsed the predatory gaze behind the gloss of his eyes, the authority rooted in every polite please and thank you he threw around.

Yet you offer yourself up all the same, indulge his lies, and birth them into half-truths.

Make him dig into his own flesh, test his endurance and devotion time after time. Obedient to please you no matter the cost.

He especially enjoys it when he's on top, when you're pliant beneath him on the soft bed.

Finally, his mouth makes its way between your spread thighs, running his tongue over your heat, losing himself in your taste. Swallowing down all that you have to offer, licking and sucking your sensitive parts while his eyes stay focused on your expression, noticing every twitch of your lips, figuring out what you're the most sensitive to before abusing that until you have no option but to finish down his throat.

Victor continues afterwards, delicately this time to not over-exert you, taking full responsibility for cleaning up the mess you've made.

You don't have to worry about a single thing. Even if you ruin his sheets over and over again, he'll take care of it all.

Here, hug his hand to your chest, hold it with both of your arms, and know that you're safe and secure. Dig your fingers into his flesh if he ever goes overboard or the pleasure is too much, he will notice, he always notices.

Would you prefer his mouth on your chest, too? You don't have to speak. He can guess what's going on in your precious brain.

His tongue is soft against your nipples, barely tugging at them as he takes them into his mouth. Victor drinks in your expression, serene satisfaction washing over him, fueling the desire growing inside his chest, squeezing his heart deliciously tight with every whimper you sound out.

Treating you like you're made out of glass, obsidian to be more precise. Sharp enough to cut through his skin like paper, yet fragile enough to shatter from being turned around too fast.

Only someone like him knows how to handle something as precious as you.

Only someone like him has both the mental strength and self-restraint required to never falter, to walk the precise thin line of right and wrong.

Tethering on the edges of your reality, just shy away from bringing your sky falling down, yet never quite pulling you falling off of that cliff alongside him.

He won't.

He refuses to.

He can't lose you too. He can't lose his little dove.

His family may never touch you. His brother's preaching may never reach you, and his legacy may never hurt you.

And he may never have you, for if he does, he fears your wings being plucked off.

How many feathers were stolen for Icarus to fashion his waxy wings with? How many birds left with wings broken just to sate his curiosity?

How many precious doves paid for the price of humanity's pride. Robbed out of their innocence so his may never die, so humanity may someday finally fly and soar through the sky.

Victor disagrees, you don't belong to humanity, you belong to him.

He holds you with the knowledge that you will not escape death, with the acute awareness of your finite life, that your soul will never be reborn.

That when you're gone, you're gone indefinitely.

He worships you like a dying man praying to a merciless, cold-eyed god.

You're already leaking again just from him mouthing against your chest, listening to the beating of your heart as his tongue flicks against your nipples. Memorising the sweet taste of your skin, etching the sounds you make into his soul, hoping he'll still recall them when he is anew.

How could immortality taste so cruel?

You're breathless by the time he lets go, eyes glossy and lips parted as you look at him. The flush on his face reaches his ears, pupils dilated, although his expression barely scratches the surface of the emotional turmoil he's going through.

At least he thinks his face looks the same as it always does, unaware of the softness erasing the clenching of his jaw, dissipating the tightness in his eyebrows, easing the wrinkles on his forehead.

You lean in and watch his eyes immediately glance at your lips, eyelashes fluttering shut as you press your mouth against his. Victor melts into you without any objection, doesn't pretend for a second that this simple kiss is anything less than cathartic to experience.

Doesn't pull away until you do, even when his air runs out and lungs burn in protest, he lets you drag him along to the edge of suffocation before granting him mercy and allowing him to breathe.

A part of him is aware of how little he'd resist if you never allowed him to take another breath ever again, how this kiss of death would spell his doom if you wished it to be.

Eventually, after he had his fill, completely overindulging in the taste of your body to his heart's content, does he move on to the main event.

Sitting with his back against the bed headboard, he coaxed you into his lap. His leaking cock twitching as your body rests on top of it, you're fully facing him as his fingers work you open.

Soft in texture with a clear past of being calloused–courtesy of being a clocksmith no doubt–his fingertips drag against the silky walls of your insides. Getting you used to the feeling of his own fingers inside you, encouraging your insides to remember the shape and texture of his hand.

Experimentally pressing against every rough patch of skin he feels inside, studying your reaction as he searches and buries his fingers deep down to the knuckles.

Having you squirm and grind yourself down onto his cock, caging it tightly between your weight and his own lap, making it harder for him to remain collected the more and more his mask of civility slips down.

Your lovely voice calling his name, drenched in lust and sin, making his head spin. Tugging at his arm, urging him to hurry up and swap his fingers for his cock, asking him to completely bury himself inside you, to give you what you want.

Crossing the point of no return, Victor's words are stuck to his throat, tongue numb in his mouth as he merely nods along to your request, a quiet word of agreement forced out afterwards.

He starts slowly, never one to rush into things, he keeps his pace and whatever remains of his dignity as he rubs the head of his cock alongside your entrance, circling your hole and smearing pre-cum against it.

Easing it inside, carefully watching your reaction for any signs of discomfort. Pulling out a little bit each time you attempt to suppress any sign of pain no matter how trivial or small. He can wait. He will wait for all of eternity if he has to.

The drawn-out process grants him the strength to collect himself, finding his voice again as he praises you for taking him inside so well, for never making a fuss and being such a good dove for him.

Look at yourself, how sweet you're being for him. What a lovely little thing you are to place yourself on his lap and listen to what he tells you. You've been so patient, shown great self-control so far, and you're making him proud.

Just a little more, little dove, bear with him a little more and you'll get his cock soon. Hug him and tuck yourself against his body, he'll hide you from the world and everything dangerous outside. He'll protect and take care of you.

Halfway down his cock, you're wonderful. It's almost all in, look how full you're getting from having him inside of you. Do you feel full? Can you feel the wetness going down your thighs? That's your doing, all of it. Your own mess and his pre-cum mixing together and making you all wet, making your thighs sticky.

What a sweet thing you are. Look, you've taken it all inside.

Victor's palm presses against your lower navel, imagining the length of his cock inside, engulfed in your warm walls. You, the same person who was sitting next to him on the dinner table mere hours ago, letting him cut the food he made for you, allowing him to coddle and look after you just to end up being filled to the brim with his aching cock at the end of the day.

Can't you see how good of a husband he is? What a doting partner he makes? He mastered it into an art, loving you.

For a moment, he simply basks in the feeling of your body, the soothing pleasure akin to simmering water, evaporating into mist while barely making a sound. The pulsing of your insides clenching and releasing around him, body accommodating the foreign big object spreading it wide, confused whether to push it out or suck it deeper inside.

Murmurs of how heavenly you feel inside breath out against your skin, his steady hold on your hips starting to slowly sway you back and forth, inching his cock in and out of you at a snail's pace.

You're barely aware of the movement, only of the pleasure gradually building up, tightening the knot inside you before it snaps out of nowhere. Clinging to Victor's chest as the spasm of your insides makes your brain haywire, the intense orgasm contrasting the gentle lovemaking he's been putting you through.

He holds you through it, one hand wrapped around you buries you deeper into his chest, the other still moving your hips ever so agonisingly slow up and down. Lightly rocking his cock in and out of you. Not even taking it halfway out before pushing inside again.

You're tenderly fucked through your climax, simple touches become enough to set your whole body on fire, making you more and more sensitive to the most little of pleasures.

It's nothing and everything at the same time. Even the softest of water streams end up eroding the largest of boulders in its way with enough time. And the Kains have nothing if not all the time in the world.

As he builds up the pace, the passage of time slips your mind. With no one to keep track of it, it swirls and bends around itself, letting Victor mould it to his heart's content.

It feels like hours have gone past, and yet the lack of any numbness in your legs makes you doubt it's been more than a couple of minutes. So why does your brain feel like it's melting? You've forgone thinking and laid helpless against his chest.

He can do the thinking of two. You don't have to worry your head about a single thing.

Just like a glass-doll, he careful pace didn't falter, milking another orgasm out of you as the seconds ticked away. Painting his lap with your cum and wetness, sweaty skin sticking against his own.

How obedient you are, opening your mouth when his thumb traces your lips, taking it inside all by yourself and nursing against it. Sucking his finger while calculated eyes watch your every move, swirling his finger around your tongue, rubbing the roof of your mouth, making droll seep from the corners of your lips as you try to take more of his thumb inside. Victor mercifully does not let you gag on it by pulling it away the deeper you try to force it. No amount of whining changes his mind.

Raw, vulnerable, and sitting on his lap. Not a thought inside that pretty head of yours, what a lovely dove you make, what a pretty little bird that's practically begging him to eat you, flaunting your beautiful wings and soft feathers in front of the single predator who swore off the delicious taste of your flesh.

What a beautiful, brilliant mind, what a sensitive fragile heart, what a lovely soul that will only shine brighter with time. Immortality calls your name. It was designed specifically to preserve people like you.

But this time around, Victor will let his selfishness win. Stealing you from the future of mankind, they will understand. They must.

You are once in a century experience, and he will make sure it stays that way. His little dove can't stray too far from this gold gilded town. He will feed and coddle you. He'll bring you pleasure and give you purpose. He swears.

For the best way to ensure an animal stays locked inside a cage is to never let them know which way the bars are facing.

After what felt like an eternity, Victor's delayed gratification came crashing down. One thrust, then another, and he's spilling himself inside of you. Filling you up with his cum, feeling the sticky liquid being pulled down by gravity, forming a ring of white at the base of his cock as it trickles down in droplets.

He entertains the idea of keeping it inside, of putting you to bed like this. His cum trapped inside with his cock preventing any more from spilling out, maybe if he believes hard enough, a part of his soul will seep into your overnight as you warm his cock.

It's late into the night, 11:28pm to be precise. Even now, he still can tell without the help of a clock. Victor usually walks you back home exactly two hours and ten minutes before the current time. Your prolonged stay in his residence was noticed by the townsfolk without a single doubt.

Weighing the consequences of having you stay overnight and scaling it against the other factors, he makes up his mind in 45 seconds.

Your heartbeat is already slowing down, and your breathing is developing a rhythm as your eyes close down. You're drifting off to sleep against his chest.

He's careful as he lowers his body to lay down onto the bed, yours on top of him still. Already planning the schedule for tomorrow’s morning, how he'll help you shower and wash your body before drying you off. Breakfast should come afterwards, too, then he'll just have enough time to deal with the sheets before the town wakes up and his responsibilities start queuing in front of the door.

"So just keep your mouth shut, and don't let it slip out."

#♧Victor #X reader #♧x reader #pathologic x reader #Victor Kain x reader #♧smut #♧🐿 anon

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poppitron360 · 7 months ago

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PART TWO!!!!

Okay, so I’ve already posted Pt 1 of this fanfic I’m gonna keep posting it bc fuck it I’m enjoying myself.

I’m posting this all under the tag #PJO- THE NEXT GENERATION: OLYMPIA JACKSON-CHASE CHRONICLES so if you need to find the rest, that’s where to look. Not sure how many chapters there will be, as I’m still figuring out the story, but it will probably be for as long as I’m having fun writing it.

Tagging my mutuals who might be interested/ppl who seemed to like pt 1 (I’m trying to get better at tagging ppl):

@green-tea217 @123letsgobestie @fadas-are-important @imasimpdealwithit @coraldeermoon

Summary: Kind of an OC/FanChild fic about my hcs for Percabeth’s kids. VERY Leo/Nico heavy bc they’re my two favourite characters, particularly Leo. If you missed Pt 1, pls read it, but we’ve just ended on the line “I think I have news about your brother,” so ooooh chills cliffhanger scary.

TWs: Swearing, lack of smut (she is a teenager)

Disclaimers: I was between SoN and MoA when I wrote this chapter, and I am currently on HoH, so if I’ve missed anything that gets revealed later, that’s why. Also I listened to the audiobooks, so if I spell a name wrong, that’s also why, either that or I’ve spelt something the British way.

Chapter 2:

Olympia never talked about her brother. That was one thing the kids at camp didn’t know about her family. She had been five years old when he had been taken, on that stormy autumn night. She didn’t remember much, just yelling from the other room and a sound like an eagle screeching. She remembered her mom running in and scooping her up in her arms. More sounds. Her dad screaming. A sword being drawn. A baby crying. A window smashing. Her parents calling his name. She was sobbing. Her mom was holding her dad as he wept on the floor, glass shattered at his feet. Her baby brother, Tyler, was not in his cot.

They started going out every night, searching for a sign he was alive. Leo, Nico, Tyson, Grover, Rachel, Frank, Hazel- all of them helped. Olympia had begged them to take her with them too, but she was still too young. Six months passed. Nothing. A year. Two years. She didn’t know when exactly, but eventually they gave up looking. They assumed he was gone forever.

Her parents had seemed different after that. Her mother buried herself in her job, working day and night at the architecture firm so she wouldn’t have to come home to the gaping hole in their family. Her dad had tried carrying on as normal, but he’d become a broken man. The legendary Percy Jackson failed to save his own son from a monster, now his son was dead.

That’s what they had told Olympia. That was the story. But she refused to believe it. She always thought that with enough training and fighting, she could find him and bring him home. And then, they’d tell the story of the brave demigod who rescued her brother, maybe, just maybe, she’d no longer have to live as just “the daughter of Percy Jackson”, but could become her own legend.

Of course, that was only part of it. First and foremost, she wanted her brother back.

“Do you really think he’s dead?” She’d asked Leo one night, when she was about eight, while her Mom was at work and her Dad was off doing something at camp (he was often brought in as a Special Guest Speaker because he lived close to camp and was cheap, not for any other reason).

“No. Tyler’s not dead,” He replied.

She looked up, “Really?”

He nodded. “Remember that story I told you about Festus the Dragon?”

Leo was the only person she liked to hear stories from. He told them in such a funny way, she didn’t care if it was made up or exaggerated.

“Everyone thought he was super dangerous, but you fixed him and made him better, and he sacrificed himself to save you,” she recited.

“Yup. I didn’t give up on him, even though they told me it was hopeless. I’d waited ‘til I’d looked him in the eyes myself to realise it was hopeless, and then I still tried anyway,” he looked at Olympia, “I believe your brother isn’t dead until we’ve tried every possible way of proving me wrong, and then some. Your parents believe it too, but they can’t risk giving up everything they have, i.e, you, on what is most likely a hopeless case. Besides, Nico said his vision of his soul had been clouded by something- if he was just dead, why hide it?”

“I’m gonna find him someday,” Olympia said, determined.

“And I’m gonna help,” He replied.

She looked at him now, sitting on her bunk in Cabin 3.

“Wha- What news? What do you mean?”

“It’s not… it’s nothing concrete… just a rumour about an 11-year-old boy with dark hair fighting monsters with power over water,” he looked up at her, his eyes solemn, “Camp has a network of automatons looking out for potential demigods, we get alerts like this all the time, but this was different, Oly- I think… I think it might be him.”

She was speechless. All this time, she’d been telling herself she’d find him, but she’d never actually had a lead before.

“Well then, what’re you waiting for, little man?” She said, sliding on her shoes and shoving clothes into her backpack, “Let’s go find him!”

“Oly, not so fast,” he warned, jumping down from the bunk, “this kid- the message said he was pretty hardcore, the way he attacked. If he’s been running from monsters since he was a baby… I can’t think what that’s done to him.”

He put a hand on her shoulder.

“What if… what if he doesn’t want to come home?”

Olympia looked at Leo. Despite his jovial presence and cheery manner, he was dark and twisted just like the rest of them. He knew a thing or two about running away, he’d spent most of his childhood running from schools and foster homes. She knew with a sinking feeling that he might be right. She shook her head.

“We can’t let “What if’s” stop us now, you taught me that,” she said, and shouldered her backpack.

“I guess you’re right,” Leo flashed her his trademark playful grin, “Let’s go.”

The kid was apparently in Nashville, and had caused quite a scene when he’d fought off two wild dogs in the middle of a busy high street by pouring a bucket of water over them. At least, that’s what the mortals were saying online. When Olympia saw the video they’d posted, she noticed how the boy had no bucket, the wild dogs were actually wolves, and when he attacked them they hadn’t just ran away like the internet said, but had completely disintegrated.

She stared at her phone. Demigods weren’t supposed to have cellular devices, especially at camp- they acted as a beacon for monsters to find them- but Leo had found a way to scramble the signal. It wasn’t flawless, and it became more and more risky the longer you used it, but it gave Olympia an hour or so of doom-scrolling on Tumblr every day.

She replayed the video again.

“He doesn’t look anything like I’d expected him to,” she concluded.

“I dunno… he has dark hair, like you. And water powers, like you. And grey eyes, like your mom, and I guess like you as well,” Leo studied her mismatched eyes, “And the way he fights… That’s Jackson blood in his veins if I ever saw it.”

“But he’s… he’s older.”

“Yes. That’s what happens when time passes. Did you expect him to still look 10 months old?”

Leo grinned, the way he always did when he was being sarcastic. Olympia poked him, playfully, and then turned back to the paused image on the screen.

“And he’s so… thin.”

Leo nodded in agreement, “Though, somehow I doubt he’ll be showing up on the front page of Cosmo any time soon.”

She looked at Leo. He tried to hide it with baggy clothes, but she knew that his scrawny look and vertically-challenged appearance weren’t all traits he’d been born with, that the long months spent on the run with little-to-no food had definitely played a factor. He was probably a lot healthier now, but those hard years had scarred him in ways she couldn’t imagine- and had left him looking permanently emaciated. She couldn’t bear the thought of that happening to her brother when she had grown up healthy and strong.

“Come on,” she said, putting away the phone, “Let’s get Nico, and leave.”

“A quest must be undertaken by three,” he recited.

“Yes, but also he can shadow-travel so we won’t have to pay for transport.”

“And that.”

Leo’d managed to intercept the demigod alert from his automaton, and direct all other alerts straight to him so that they could track where the kid was, and so Chiron- or, gods forbid, Olympia’s dad- didn’t see them. He was smart like that, but it only delayed the inevitable. Leo reckoned it was only a matter of time before the Camp Satyrs caught up to the boy. They had to act quickly.

Nico Di Angelo was never the easiest person to find. Luckily for them, he had a soft spot for Olympia, and always made sure she was able to call on him when she needed to. Whenever she wanted help with homework, or a ride to a dangerous incognito solo monster-fighting death quest, all she had to do was knock.

She pressed her body against the floor of Cabin 3, and rapped hard on the wooden floorboards.

“Uncle Nico!!” She called, “I know you’re down there!! We need your help.”

“Boo!” Came a voice from behind them.

Leo yelped, “Holy Hephaestus, Death Boy, don’t do that!”

Nico gave him a skeletal grin. Leo took a deep breath and patted his own hair, which was smoking.

Olympia stood up, and pulled him into a tight hug. She was taller than him now, but he looked good for an 102-year-old.

“My gods, you’ve grown,” he remarked, breathing in her warm smell. His skin was icy cold and pale.

“You’ve been spending too much time in the underworld,” she said, “get some sun in you, man.”

“Oh I think he is getting some Sun in him, if you know what I mean,” Leo winked and turned to Nico, “Hey, Nico, how’s Will?”

Nico ignored the question, “Whatever it is you want me to do, I hope I don’t have to put up with hotshot over here the whole time.” He jabbed a thumb in Leo’s direction.

“Hey!” Leo cried, offended.

Olympia rolled her eyes.

“I need you to take us to Nashville,” she said, “Leo thinks my brother might be there.”

An anguished expression played across Nico’s face.

“T-Tyler?” He asked, “You really think-“

“Yes. We do,” Leo said, confidently. They proceeded to fill him in on everything, even showing him the video on Olympia’s phone.

Nico’s face hardened.

“Right then. I will absolutely do anything I can to help. Nashville, you say? Peace of cake.”

He cracked his knuckles and rolled his head, like he was warming up for something. He then held out both hands, expecting them to take them. Olympia obliged.

“Do I have to?” Leo moaned.

“Don’t worry, Fire Guy, this won’t get gay,” Nico assured him.

“It’s not that,” Leo replied, “Your hands are just weird and cold. And small.”

“You’re one to talk,” he retorted, “I’d much rather just take Olympia, so if you want to be left behind, I’m sure-“

“Fine,” Leo groaned, and took Nico’s hand.

And then the world caved in.

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