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trulyumai · 5 months ago
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sweet wine and messy lips
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pairing: emperor geta / empress! reader
synopsis: in which geta and his wife get drunk. even clumsy and lost in a stupor, the emperor still tries to adore you in his own way.
warnings: geta talking down to people, grabbing.
a/n: im re-entering my heimdall phase (gow2) so be on the lookout for that and I apologize in advance for another hyper fixation taking me over completely
enjoy!
your hand nudged the goblet towards geta, tipping it ever so slowly to his lips until a bright maroon dusted across the pink expansion.
“try it— you’ll like it my liege I swear it!”
Geta only scoffed, his cheeks red with drunken clumsiness.
“get that away from me, wife. I’d rather drink poison than to sip on such a disgrace of wine.”
you pouted instantly, already drunk yourself, the sweet wine wafted off your figure like a cheap oil. “pretty please, husband? it’s got all the flavors you like,”
listing them off slowly, your other hand began its decent up his arm and finding passage massaging his shoulder. Geta, ever soft for your hands couldn’t help but relax in such a comforting hold.
“cherries, a hint of cinnamon—“
gods you smelled divine.
so sweet, so alluring to the man that he could sweep you off your feet right then and there.
“did I say grapes? it has honey too, just the right amount—
“wife,” the emperor shuddered. your fingernails found their way up his chest, lightly circling and smoothing their way across it as you were lost in thought, too busy naming of ingredients instead of paying attention to the now flustered lord.
“wife!” Geta interrupted, seizing your moving hand with his own ringed one.
fearing you did something wrong, your posture instantly froze; rigid and stiff.
‘calmly, you fool.’ Geta’s thoughts rang out, his grip lightened and with a feathery touch made its way to the jawline just in front of him.
clenched and tightened with stressful thinking.
“I… apologize, little wife,” he finally gritted out. you were so beautiful tonight. it’s as if the stars molded across your eyes and lit up the expansion of your pupils with untold dreams and conquests.
He wanted to drown in them.
“im tired, hm?”
your lip wobbled before a look of surprise took over the reddened and messy features you displayed.
“of course, my emperor! how could I be so silly?”
getting up off the man’s lap, you felt a tug upon the material of your robe.
it was light, but firm enough for you to turn your neck back around with a slow uneasiness and to the emperor once more.
he laid comfortably against the seat, sagging into it while his legs spread with enough of a widened expansion for your body to mold into.
his arm, the one that wasn’t connected to your delicate robes— sat against the ginger hairs littering his head, with his fingers pushed against the pale temple, making his upper body lean to the side.
he looked relaxed. happy, one might say.
“you will return with me, won’t you, wife?” although it sounded like a question, you knew it wasn’t.
even in your drunken state, the man’s stature—his temper is a trait you won’t easily forget.
so instead of having one more glass, like you had intentions of doing, you nodded in agreement.
it’s all geta needed to hear, or rather, see before clumsily gathering himself out of the throne.
instantly, the party goers raised, bowing their head completely before the man could demand them of it.
usually, the emperor would make a show of this. mumble on about how well trained they are, how obedient.
“their more like animals,” he would scoff, laughing vehemently while tugging you along. possessive fingers grazing your waist with the cool feeling of the rings brushing against any revealing skin.
such a touch brought you back to the present, cold and calculated against the backside of your dress.
following your husbands bounding steps, you avoided the looks that were thrown your way. it wasn’t wise to get drunk in front of so many people, you knew it wasn’t.
but geta had insisted.
“we’re winning the war, dearest.” he had all but giggled, pouring heaps of wine into your (once) empty goblet.
“I ordered it special for you, drink up before Caracalla gets to it, hm?”
you had peered into the drink with newfound interest. a little smile entered your face and pushed against your cheeks. such a sight almost made the emperor flustered—he’d blame it on the wine, most definitely.
it was indeed a light red, the color of the sweet wine you always loved to sip on. upon closer inspection, the smell made its way up and into your senses.
what was a few drinks? you had thought. And with a quick note of appreciation to your husband, the goblet had graced your lips.
who knew it would bring you here, barely holding yourself up against geta as you both made way for the chambers?
his left palm spread out easily against your back. with a firm hold he took lead, guiding you through the stone walls and to the bed that was calling his name.
his other hand braced against the rough wall to the side—just in case he needed to push against it.
“husband?” he heard you call out, with a low drawled out hum, geta responded.
“thank you for the wine.” your sweet voice spoke so low.. so softly against the muffled laughter and voices that spilled out of the throne room.
his fingers came up to the back of your neck, seizing it with a loving grip before his lips crashed upon the top of your head.
he had aimed for your cheek, but this will do.
“anything for you, lovely.” geta purred against the softened locks, already his arms snuck their way under your buttocks, groping and touching the flesh there.
the guards had to move a bit behind, just beside the corner of the wall to avoid any further groping and kissing that was being displayed.
it was turning out to be a sweet night indeed.
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rebelssvy · 2 months ago
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personal trainer
ushijima x reader
part two link here!!
LABELS: suggestive, kageyama cock blocker
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being the personal trainer for the adlers was wel…. hard.
the men on the team often coming to you with their little kinks they develop. begging you to massage the pain away. having you tape their swollen ankles. you liked seeing the vulnerability of athletes that were considered perfect.
and yes it was nice, constantly being surrounded by huge men with bulging muscles. it was truly your dream job.
one man always standing out to you. ushijima wakatoshi.
you had been the team trainer before he was drafted to your team. when you were informed of the young man, you took interest in him.
it was a no brainer, he was tall, handsome and very strong.
it was even better that every day he would come to you with a new problem that you needed to fix. helping him with all kinds of tools and stretching exercises so he could be the best.
so now here you were, on the bench of your specialized room, taking a scraper to his thighs.
he worked out so much that they grew more sore each day. you opted to the metal tool to relive some of the tension.
it was a very painful way of relief. in the moment it hurts bad. but after the treatment is over it was nice. so you felt bad for the man. but seeing him grit his teeth and wince in pain lit something in you.
as you continued your work on this thigh, his head tilted back. bobbing his adam’s apple, taking in sharps breaths from the pain.
you noticed his hand lift up, almost like it had a mind of its own. it slowly made its way to your hand. before it made contact, he moved it back down to the side of the bench.
“i know it hurts ushijima. im sorry. but your almost done!” you beamed up at him.
“….fuck….y/n” he breathed out.
the flame inside your core grew.
you watched him intently. but before you knew it, your job was done.
placing the tool down on the bench and rubbing small circles into his reddened thigh with your fingers.
“your done. but i know it hurt so just let me do this for you…. it will only take a second.” you said to him as you made your way to the unscented lotion in your counter. you used this on the boys when they needed basic massages.
“you don’t have to…” he said bringing his head back up to look at his treated body.
“nonsense. cmon i am your trainer! let me make you feel better” you said walking back to him.
“thank you.” he said to you in a firm tone.
he didn’t talk much. sometimes he did with you, it made you feel special.
you brought some of the lotion onto your hands and some on his thigh. you started your care on the man.
he let out a sigh of relief.
you worked your magic on him. your hands doing motions that you had mindlessly trained yourself to do.
you stared at his face. he stared at your hands.
you didn’t really look away. he was beautiful. his cheeks were all blushed, lips swollen from biting down at them. dewy from sweat, but not sweaty.
you took note of every part of him. studying him.
your concentration was broken when he let out a sharp gasp.
oh my god.
you didn’t notice how close your hands had gotten to his…. length.
looking down at your hands that rested on his upper, upper thigh. dangerously close to his man hood. you gasped taking your hands off him and stepping back.
“i am so so sO SORRY!” you motioned out. shaking your hands and bowing your head to him.
you stared at the ground not even wanting to look at him.
mortified. you were mortified.
“it’s ok.” he said softly.
you looked up at him.
you giggled at his face, that was just as red hot as yours was.
you let out a sigh of relief.
“no i really am sorry.” you said stepping back next to him again.
“i really didn’t mind…. if im being honest.” he said in a low tone. you brought your eyes to his.
and god. he meant it. his eyes were full of fire, passion.
before you could another word in you heard your door open and shut. looking to your entrance kageyama stood there.
you went over to talk to his teammate. ushijima just watched.
somthing overcame him that day.
………………………………………………………………………………….
- I LOVEEEE HIMMMM GOD.
part two link here!!!
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abbyslev · 7 months ago
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papamin finding out you and yuuji are dating
a/n: THIS WAS SO CITE TO WRITE MY HEART
nanamis first time dressing you up was for a corporate christmas party.
he called his mother, asking for advice. eventually, his neighbor who so happened to be a kind lady with kids around your age helped you. after a few lessons, he learned. from them on, he dressed you up, doing your hair.
nanami didnt believe in leaving you behind, bringing you to every party and event he possibly could. something about you having him by his side, plus you kept everyone entertained, always telling them about how your daddy was a superhero and that he’s a hard worker.
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nanami’s last time dressing you up was your formal dance.
he zipped your black dress up, moving your hair back into place. you turned around, waddling in front of your mirror. “what do you think?” you place your hands on your hips, cheesing. “i think you look beautiful, hun. as always.” he smiled at you. three quick knocks echoed through your home. “i’ll get it.” nanami left the room quickly before he started tearing up.
it long after, itadori bursted into your room, flowers in his hand. pink, the same shade as his hair. “these are for you!” he handed them to you, politely bowing. “thank you.” you hug him. “hey, you got a haircut!” you run your hands through his somewhat combed through hair.
god, you two were not beating the dating allegations. (that were very true, but you were terrified of your father finding out you were dating itadori.)
“do you like it?” “love it.” “i love your dress, black is your color.” “thanks!” you blushed. nanami cleared his throat. “sorry, nanamin!” itadori turned red, facing him. “photos?” nanami pulled out his phone. “you know it!” you grinned. itadori placed his hand in a respectable place, his grin wide and cheese flushed.
nanami took a couple, before turning around and taking a surprise selfie. “beat you to it.” he chuckled. “it’s okay, i got you earlier and you didn’t even know it.” you stuck your tongue out.
“alright. let’s get going, you two. be back before curfew and have lots of fun, okay?” nanami waved the both of you off. “yes, dad. i love you!” “love you, hun.” he watched as your and itadori made it down the stairs.
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“that was a lot of fun. i wish jujustu had more dances.”
“oh, for sure. i didn’t even get to show you all of mine!” itadori laughed. “thanks for walking me back.” you leaned against his shoulder. “not a problem.” he blushed. the boys dorm wasn’t far from the mentors homes, anyway.
“i’ll see you tomorrow at training. and thanks for the shoes by the way.” you scratch your neck. itadori had taken his shoes off and tried his best to tie them tight after your heels had given you blisters. “no problem, anything for you.” he took the key to your house, opening the door.
“i love you.” itadori leaned down, giving you a quick kiss. “you be safe. don’t be late, i love you.” you waved him off, grinning from ear to ear.
“well, you certainly didn’t tell me you had a lover.” “dad!” you jumped up high, hand over your chest. there you stood, lipstick smudged and itadori’s suit jacket over you, with his huge shoes on your feet. nanami stared in confusion. “my feet hurt. and i got cold.”
nanami pointed at his lips, eyebrows furrowed. “oh.” you covered your lips. “im just messing with you. you two aren’t so secretive as you think.” nanami laughed. that was the day nanami realized you weren’t his little girl anymore.
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mimikyuno · 2 months ago
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let's talk about the mizuena costumes from ena5!! because!! there's so much to say!!
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let's start with the cards composition overall. the trained versions clearly are meant to complete each other and mizuki and ena are clearly facing each other; we can infer this from the lighting, the background, and the composition. ena extends her hand to mizuki, and mizuki smiles openly at her. they are both crying out of happiness and love. as many have already pointed out, when mizuki's card is placed on the left, the cherry trees and the girls' silhouettes form a heart shape 🩷
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just as their cards complete and perfectly mirror the other, so do their costumes. in the lighting of the cards, the costumes seem completely white (*cough* mizuena wedding real *cough*), however, they are have accents in a lighter shade of their character color (beige for ena, and pink for mizuki). both ena and mizuki are wearing a wreath of white cherry blossoms and leaves.
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mizuki's main headpiece is on the left side of her head, while ena's is on the right. both headpieces feature two white cherry blossoms, close to each other, embraced by cherry leaves. the headpieces and their location complete and mirror each other. both ena and mizuki have a second, smaller headpiece, for both of them on the right side of her head. both the smaller headpieces feature one lonely cherry blossom, which for ena is surrounded by 6 leaves, whereas for mizuki only by 2 leaves.
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their earrings also match/mirror each other!! ena has one earring with an incomplete cherry blossom with only 2 petals on her right ear, whereas mizuki has a fully bloomed cherry blossom earring on her left ear. on ena's left ear is an earring that again, features a cherry blossom with only 2 petals and a single leaf. the same earring, but whose cherry blossom only has 1 petal, appears on mizuki's right ear. it's like they got 2 sets of earrings and split them between them!! and they mirror so well! god!!
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now let's move down. their dresses match, however they are very different, and showcase their personalities and hobbies. ena's dress has beige accents, and the beige belt reminds me a bit of the painter outfits ena has already got (e.g. the outfit for ena1 or her colofes outfit). mizuki's dress has pink accents, in the form of a pink bow that calls back to her hobby of creating clothes.
on their chests, is a big butterfly. both butterflies only have one wing that is colored, whereas the other is white. again, they complete one another. as someone pointed out, whereas ena's butterfly is completely pink, mizuki's fades from blue to pink. across cultures (including japan), butterflies symbolize change and transformation, and mizuki has often been shown with a butterfly motif. now, everyone in the set (ena, meiko, kanade, and mafuyu) also proudly display a butterfly on their clothes. they know now.
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butterflies have many symbolic meanings in japanese culture, but i would like to point this specific meaning out, please cry with me. giving mizuena beautiful white dresses with two butterflies whose wings complete each other...... oh im unwell.
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another element from the outfits that matches are the rings that mizuki and ena are wearing on their index finger (on the right for ena, and on the left for mizuki, mirroring one another). the rings are identical, and feature a pink cherry blossom and a silver band. in hanakotoba (japanese language of flowers), cherry blossoms typically mean kindness, gentleness, and stand as a symbol of the transience of life. im literally crying typing this... ena's kindness and gentleness truly reached her and crystallized in matching rings spare mee
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notice how meiko (the only other character with a wearable outfit from the set) isn't wearing a ring, and neither are kanade and mafuyu in their 3* and 2* cards respectively. which you know. could mean nothing.
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both ena's and mizuki's dress features 4 cherry blossoms on a branch. again! they! mirror! ena's blossoms are on the right side of her dress, whereas mizuki's are on the left. ena's blossoms rise up, and mizuki's run down.
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both the backs of their dresses feature an opening (wider for ena and smaller for mizuki), bolder accents in their character color, and matching bows located at the same height. ena's bow is tied together with a pair of white cherry blossoms, and so are her braids... she loves mizuki so much. im okay.
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they match down to their shoes!! ena's shoes (on the left) have pink laces and cherry blossom petals and overall pink accents, whereas mizuki's socks are beige.
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now let's talk about meiko's dress. for meiko, the butterfly is not on the front of her dress, but on the back. on the front, she has two branches with cherry blossoms. bith branches feature a pair of blossoms, which i like to think represent mizuki/ena and mafuyu/kanade respectively.
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as someone already pointed out, meiko's asymmetrical hairstyle seems to call back to ena's and mizuki's default hairstyles: ena's braid and mizuki's long and wavy side hair.
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anyway. love is real. i wonder if they are holding the wedding ceremony at the lone cherry tree where niigo went to for their first mystery tour. 🌸🌸🌸🌸
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millyphobic · 13 days ago
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──★ ˙🎀 ̟ !! BOWS & BABES
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⌗ after some troubles with your hair, joel lends a hand
jackson!joel x younger!girlfriend!reader
꩜ .ᐟ cw :: bigass age gap (late fifties + late twenties) , passing mentions of spanking because im a freak, reader is kind of a brat because im a freak, reader has that type of hair where it’s not straight but also not curly so it’s just poofy (aka my hair type) because I want to feel better about myself :3
꩜ .ᐟ note :: extremely self indulgent oops ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -。꒱ྀི১ and also kinda short but not short enough to be a drabble so this got slapped into a mini fic 😇🎀
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“Joel!” Not this shit again. He doesn’t give a response, too busy sitting down on the bed after a long day. Not even five minutes inside and you’re already shouting for him. Let the old man catch a break.
”Joel! My hair’s being a cunt again!”
“Can you not use that word?”
“Cunt! Cunt, cunt, cunt!”
One day, you’re going to end up bald. Or spanked. Depends if he can get his hands on a decent pair of scissors. You emerge from the bathroom with your hair sticking up all nine ways and it takes a lot in him not to snicker at the sight. There’s a busted hair brush in your hand and tears of frustration beading at your waterline and yeah, he shuts the fuck up real fast.
“Oh god,” he sighs and before he knows it, he’s patting the space next to him on the bed. “Come here. Lemme fix that for you.”
Surprisingly, you listen to him for once. You shuffle your way to the bed and lay down next to him on your stomach, face smushed against the mattress. Well, something is something. You’re awfully finicky when it comes to your hair, claiming that it’s destined to always make you look ugly. Which is a crazy statement because hair is literally just hair. It doesn’t take away from your cute smiles and silly nose scrunches. But then again, once upon a dinosaur age, he was just like you. A twenty-something year old who was always stressing about his appearance and whatnot. So he’ll indulge you and fix your problems, no matter how small they may seem.
He takes the poofy strands in his hands and just because, he gives them a little tug, earning a hiss and dirty look from you. “Don’t be a brat. Lift your head up, I’m gonna braid your hair.”
And it’s like Christmas has come early because you listen to him again, raising your head and propping yourself up a bit on your forearms. He shifts his body to face you better and takes a gentle hand to rake his fingers through your hair, tutting at you when he sees the evident sight of breakage. No doubt from the amount of times you’ve mangled your hair with that damn brush.
“Didn’t know you could braid hair.”
Your little mumble breaks him out of his train of thoughts and just hearing the disbelief in your voice makes him chuckle. “You’d be surprised. Now be good and don’t cry. There’s no reason to cry.” His free hand slides to the base of your throat, forcing you a bit more up so he can land a kiss on the top of your head. And there you go, the furrow in your brow disappearing and the tension in your shoulders easing away. Not to be an ass, but Joel finds it amusing how easy it is to keep you happy. All it takes is a few kisses and tender words to unwind you from the fit you got yourself in.
“I don’t know why my hair is like this,” you huff, fiddling some ribbons in your hand. No doubt what you planned to use to tie your hair up. He listens to you ramble as he parts your hair into two sets of three sections. Pigtail braids because they’re cute and you’re cute. Not the most equal sections but it’ll do. Please don’t let me fuck this up is all he can really think of but it’s okay, he’s got this.
“I mean, it’s not pin straight. But it’s not curly either. Just poofy. It’s straight when I get it wet. Sometimes there’s little waves in there when it dries. But it’s so frizzy and gets all knotted so I have to brush it out and then it gets all ruined. I hate this. My hair’s a bitch.”
At least you didn’t say cunt. Makes me wanna laugh when you say that he thinks to himself with a scoff.
All he can really do is click his tongue and sigh as you talk, more focused on making sure he’s criss-crossing your hair right. You’ll forgive him later when he gets this right.
Maybe in another life you could’ve gone to a salon and inquired about your hair type, maybe pick up a product or two to manage the frizz or help form a wave pattern. But with the way things are now, the braids are the best you’re getting.
“I’m sorry you feel that way, sweet pea. But, I’ll be honest with you. There ain’t nothing ugly about your hair. Puffy? Yes. A little tricky to manage? Sure. But it ain’t ugly. You’re not ugly, are you? Of course not, you’re as cute as a button. Don’t be so hard on yourself. Or I’ll fucking make you bald.” He gives the now-completed braids another tug and smiles when you yelp, a satisfied warmth blooming in his chest when he sees you smile back at his antics. That’s his baby, through and through.
“Alright, alright. I’ll shut the fuck up. Here.” You hand him the ribbons and he takes his time wrapping them around the end of your braids, tying them into near bows like how you taught him. He thinks they’re near-perfect too, not to brag. They better be because he didn’t sit still for an hour watching you tie silly bows on his bicep for nothing.
“And there we go!” Joel announces, patting your head as he admires his handiwork. Bows and babes: his favorite. Not bad for an old man. Not bad at all. You roll over to your back and sit up, clambering your way into his lap like you own it. Well, you technically did but damn, at least ask first.
“Hi.”
“Hi, sweet pea. What happened to asking if we can sit in someone’s lap?”
“Shut up.” He really should spank you for that but you press a kiss to his cheek and whatever, he can maybe let that slide for once. You looked too damn adorable in those pigtail braids. Too damn sweet nuzzling your cheek against his, little giggles leaving your lips as his stubble tickles your face. You’re going to be the death of him one day but what a lovely death that would be, to die at the hands of your affection.
“Joel,” you whisper in his ear, lips brushing against the shell of his ear. Little minx, sending shivers down his spine as you practically purr at him. “Thanks for braiding my hair. I’m sorry for being an ass. Love you!” Another quick kiss, to his lips so fleeting he would’ve missed it if he wasn’t so attentive. Damn tease. And your nose rubbing against his like you’re some kind of bunny? You’re absolutely going to kill him one day and it’ll be the best day of his life.
“You weren’t an ass, just a bit of brat. And I love you too, sweet pea.”
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strwbmei · 10 months ago
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i love bottom ei BUT UGH TOP EI??
i think im mentally ill for this but oh gods please hear me out💪💪
i want ei to strangle me while electro surges through her fingers finger she pounds the ever living fuck out of me to breed me bonus if she has a dick percing to zap your cervix everytime you try saying something snarky despite the shock at your neck and the hand squeezing your neck enough to keep you silent
“how’s that? hm? Baby you always have to be so cruel dont you? I dont mean this my love.�� she’s reassuring you as you feel her other hand squeeze your hip. its tight enough to give you another bruise to look back at in happiness
who knew the same woman you ride and give head to could be so domaineering when she had the chance? sweet and shy yet so fucking good at making you sob and smile at the same time
“Love you’re twitching stop moving or i cant make you m-.. feel good.” she pants out shes a bit like a puppy when she wants to be though you felt a snarky remark bubbling up but you couldnt speak this time you knew you had to be silent otherwise it’ll be worser for the only source of light in the room to grow bigger and hurt your neck more with its shock
The piercing being used as a conductor for electricity is actually so genius.
Ei really doesn't want to hurt her precious darling, but what else is she supposed to do when you treat her as if you're above her? When you take all that she gives you for granted?
Ei is a goddess. Your goddess, for that matter. She doesn't ask that you bow your head to her or grovel at her feet, but why must you always disrespect her so? Has she not been good to you; given you everything you wished for as soon as you said the word?
No, she has been lenient. Far too lenient. Perhaps Ei's (admittedly) special treatment towards you has led you to think that the two of you were equal when that couldn't be farther from the truth.
Everything that you want to do, you can only do because she allows you. As long as you are in Inazuma—in her territory—this will always be the case.
Did you really think that Ei, a trained warrior and an Archon, couldn't break free of those flimsy ropes you had always liked to tie around her wrists? Not for a second did you have her cornered and helpless. Ei thought you understood that, but it seems she was mistaken.
It's so easy for her to pick you up, bend you over, and fuck you until you're apologizing and begging for her to slow down. Even easier for her to make you cum until your brain is turned into mush from the overstimulation.
And what better way to drill that into your head than to actually do it to you?
"My love... Stay still, hm? You know I don't wish to hurt you." You squirmed around her pierced cock, the metal acting as a conductor for the gentle yet tantalizing jolts of electricity that traveled up your spine. The piercing at the tip of her dick was just a joke you started at first, but you were pleasantly surprised the first time you saw it.
"Bullshi-" You half shriek in pain and half moan in pleasure as a sudden surge of electricity hits you. "Have you not earned your lesson?" Ei frowns. She doesn't want to see you in pain. Moreover, she doesn't want to enjoy seeing you in pain.
Still, if this is the only way, Ei has no other choice.
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thetormentita · 2 months ago
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spes ultima dea - chapter 2
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Audaces fortuna iuvat — Virgil.
Pairings: Ofc x Lucius Verus
A/n: maybe I left some things unwritten between first chapter and this one, maybe i’ll post some stuff in the future 🤔
Warnings: mentions of murder, sexual abuse and slavery; angst, maybe some fluff.
Rating: Explicit (+18)
Tagging list: @novaursa @maegelletargaryen @mmkkzz
She swings her legs from the second floor of the courtyard as she braids her hair, her eyes observing the lanista and the veteran gladiators training. The sun casts warm light on their swift maneuvers, spotlighting the sweat glistening on their skin, and she thinks they glow like the heroes of the tales she was told when she was a child.
Lost in reverie, she imagines herself among them, wielding a sword with courage, though she knows the life of a gladiator is far from what she was taught. If the Romans would not have come to her lands, she would be a ranger, or a soldier, bow in hand, eyes observing with attention her surroundings, or even a healer, but instead of learning from Ravi she would have been apprentice to the tiny woman with grey hair and crooked spine of her memories whose name is now forgotten beneath the mossy oaks of her village.
“Where the new ones?” The thick accent of the Dacian old slave behind her almost startles her, taking her back to reality.
“Macrinus took them. Dominus says they were to fight in a private party for the Emperors’s favourite.”
“I hope one o’ them cuts the throat of those brats” mumbles the woman, taking a stool and sitting behind her.
“Kata!” Alana turns to face her fellow slave, a woman that could almost be her grandmother with fiery red hair tinted with grayish hairs and the darkest eyes she has ever seen.
“Shut up and let me do yer hair.”
It is not her tribe, those are not her lands, but a part of her feels that the gods have given her a small tribe in replacement, full with warriors to fight back the enemies, and companions to share the burden of captivity.
“Quintus looks worried.” Mumbles Alana, almost pouting, her arms hanging from the bannister as well.
“When does he not look worried, lass? If he does not train the men good enough the ludus loses coin, ‘nd the first to be punished is ‘im.”
“The ludus never loses coin.”
It is strange to have the place that empty. With their dominus by the private event with the newest men and Ravi to help and their domina enjoying the free time far from her husband, the place almost looks like a haven, people from half of the empire gathered in a peaceful moment that might never come again.
“It did” Kata scoffs, her fingers swiftly braiding her long mane as she speaks, never pulling her hair. “The last time you were just a pup, too li’l to know anything. A general fell in disgrace and was sent ‘ere, and he was the best I have seen in many time. Ravi met ‘im too, he was fond of ‘im. A good man.”
“What happened to him?”
“Dead. All the good ones end up dead.”
Alana clenches her jaw, thoughtful as she watches the horizon. She wonders if the same fate awaits to those she holds dear.
“Look at me. Look at me.”
The healer hisses as he takes his face with a hand, forcing him to look at his face. A quick glance is enough for the Indian to know that, at least, the strongest of the newcomers can return to the ludus.
“He savaged my people” the gladiator grits as his hands clench in tight fists, his knuckles turning white with fury. “He took everything from me.”
Despite the defiant answer in proper Latin to the emperors, it still amazes him to hear the gladiator speak other than Punic.
“Who did it?” He muses, forcing him to sit down before him.
“The general.”
Their gazes meet, and a pang of sympathy hits the healer. He knows too well how he feels, how it is to have everything taken from you only because somebody at the other side of the world fancies it.
How much it had hurt for him. The memory still lingers, like a scar that refuses to fade, but he has grown used to that dull pain deep down in his chest. It fuels him, makes him stronger, more determined to mend the broken and save what can be saved.
“Keep your mind clear, you hear me? Your priority must be to earn your liberty.” Hanno is spirited, it shows, but in that moment Ravi has other thoughts forming in his head “Forget the general, the emperors and all those rats around. You have to win your battles and get your freedom.”
“But how—?”
Ravi takes a deep breath, his own victory sometimes still feels too recent.
“Win. Make the people like you, make the other gladiators follow you. Prove your worth, and soon the chains that bind you will break. I lived it myself.”
“Why are you here then?”
A sad smile tugs from the corners of the healer’s lips, and he casts his gaze to the ground. “I had nowhere to go. My village was razed to the ground and my people are dead or captured and slaved at the other corner of the empire. I forged my own family here, and the dominus saw it is more cheap to have me here tending at you than to make somebody else come.”
Ravi glances at Hanno, a hint of vulnerability in his eyes. He has been at his side, he has been furious and violent, but he kept his mind straight. No chains, no walls could hold his spirit captive.
Hanno nods slowly, his resolve hardening like tempered steel.
“I saw good men dead because they were impulsive. Don’t make the same mistake.”
The distant echo of footsteps call the men’s attention, and Ravi is the one to stand up first, placing himself between Hanno and whoever approaches them. It could be the emperors, it could be their dominus, it could be one of the ladies witnessing the fight looking for a favour, it could be Nemesis herself finally claiming their souls.
“Should we call him our favourite this season, then?”
It is their dominus, visibly satisfied with the new acquisition. If he mourns the loss of the rest of the small group, his face does not show it. He approaches them like a vulture waiting for carrion, eyes gleaming with interest.
“Did anybody show any interest in Hanno?”
Ravi knows that for the man they are just faces, only his servants having name when it suits him.
“Apparently the general’s wife, and possibly a senator or two… The season is still young, don’t you think?”
Behind him, Hanno stays stiff, his eyes observing them, and it only takes a stretched palm for Ravi to make him think twice about engaging in any hasty confrontations.
“My advice is to rotate the men as last season, dominus. They all are strong, and whenever they expect the least, they will see Hanno fighting at his best, taking every bout with technique and strength. We all know he has it, and the commoners will adore seeing him in action.”
It hurts him to ignore the Numidian in such way in front of him, but he knows how things go by the tunnels under the amphitheatre, and the least he wants is to get him or himself hurt in the process.
The dominus chuckles softly, an unsettling sound that sends a shiver down Ravi's spine.
“Of course. You see it all, don’t you? Well then, let us make sure this season is as entertaining as ever. Send our favourite to the baths, and make the lass tend to him.” Ravi bows his head, concealing the discomfort beneath his calm demeanor as the dominus throws them a crooked smile “A gift. For his worth.”
A gift.
Ravi sighs when their owner is far enough from them, his breath mingling with the cool air. He turns to Hanno, seeing the silent questions etched on the man’s face like shadows.
A gift.
The last time somebody talked about her as a gift things had ended quite bad for her, with bruises and pain for days, and nightmares for months. But it is the curious stranger this time, not any brute with more muscle than common sense, and she thinks she should not be afraid of him, because he has let her tend to his wounds with unexpected gentleness.
Yet uneasiness flows her senses, almost making her flinch when she hears any noise, her eyes falling to the ground of the room, only the water from the pool providing a steady, soothing rhythm to calm her racing thoughts.
Would he be gentle or prefer to split her in half? Or maybe he wants her to do all the work? What if he prefers the company of men instead of women?
She is lost in her doubts and fears when she can hear footsteps approaching, soft against the stone floor. She closes her eyes for a moment, her instincts hitting hard, and she can spot two different people—no, it is three of them. Her heart races as the footsteps draw closer. The air grows tense, heavy with uncertainty, as she braces herself for their arrival.
But only one crosses the entrance.
“Alana…”
She raises her eyes only to meet his, the purest blue she has ever seen greeting her with a gentle warmth. It feels almost like a promise that perhaps things will be different this time.
“I heard you won. The dominus wants me to take care of you.”
Her hands, clasped at her front, twitch slightly. Her instinct is to pull them away, to melt into the shadows where she feels safe but, instead, she steadies her breathing, forcing herself to remain present.
“Ravi has tended to your wounds?” He nods, and his gaze softens. “Good. Now, you have to get into the water.” As she talks, she pushes herself to approach him, to help him get undressed. “I have soap and oils to help you get rid of the dirt.”
She bites her lower lip as her fingers work deftly to unlace his tunic. Her actions are clinical, but her eyes betray a flicker of hesitation. She wants to think that he is a good man, but she knows well that good men can turn into cruel shadows in an instant. Her heart warns her as much, a constant reminder of past betrayals, moments of despair that costed her a part of her willingness and her strength.
Still, she can't avoid the hope budding in the recesses of her heart.
“What happens?” He mumbles in a perfect Latin, making her stop for just a moment, her fingers pausing in their task, her brain trying to assimilate that she was right and he is more than a Numidian soldier subdued by the pet of the emperors.
“You… You can understand me?” She raises her eyes, wide open, to meet his again as a slow smile creeps onto his lips.
“Yes,” he replies quietly, a hint of warmth in his voice.
“But how—?”
“It is a long story.” He glances to the water with a weary face. “But something troubles you.”
She hesitates, her hands still over his garments, almost like wanting the clothes to keep his nudity to himself.
“I— I am your gift. From the dominus.” She mumbles, her voice barely above a whisper, her gaze still observing his face, expectant of what his reaction will be. “I—It means that you…”
“I know what it means” his rough hands upon hers stop her words. His touch is gentle, not at all like how she imagined it. “I will not force you, I swear” he reassures, his eyes seeking hers with sincerity. “I give you my word.”
She releases a breath she doesn’t realize she has been holding, a flood of relief washing over her as his thumbs trace soft circles upon the back of her hands, almost like wanting to soothe her worries. All she can do is to lower her head and mutter her thanks, a single and betraying tear rolling down her face. He notices the tear, and she flinches when he brushes it away with a finger, softly, as if afraid to break her. Her heart pounds, both from relief and the unusual tenderness he's shown.
“Come on, to the water.” She mumbles as she tilts her head to the pool, letting his clothing slip past her fingers and lay on the floor.
His expression softens, caught somewhere between curiosity and vulnerability, as he steps towards the shimmering surface. A silent groan escaping his lips as the warm water envelops his weary body, easing tension he didn’t realize he carried. She observes him as he sinks deeper into the pool, watching the water ripple around him.
It certainly is a relief for him to not have to bear with his burdens alone. He glances up at her, grateful for her company, and motions her to join him.
“Oh, no.”
“Why not?”
Her gaze flickers toward one of the corners of the room, where the dancing light of a candle casts shadows that dance upon the water.
“I am here to take care of you. Maybe some other day.”
She looks at the gladiator and she doesn’t see a man defined by blood and battle, but rather someone yearning for solace, desperately trying to find peace in a world that refuses him rest. Others are fueled by vicious rage and sorrow, and she thinks that he may be keeping his own pains deep down where no one can see them. She finds herself wishing she could offer him more than a moment of tranquility, something lasting.
Hanno sighs when he settles himself in the water, steam easing his muscles and breathing life into his weary spirit. She observes his features sculpted by the flickering light and she decides he is handsome despite the filth clinging to his body.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Do tell.”
“You were the only one who came speaking Latin. How—?”
He bites his inner cheek, thoughtful, and she approaches him meanwhile, kneeling behind him with soap, oils and cloth.
“I grew up in the port. My father was a merchant.” He turns to face her, slightly surprised to find her behind him, ready to start “Got an idea. Why don’t we play a game? For every question you want to ask me, I can ask one in return. What do you think?” A soft smile curves her lips as she dips the soap bar in the water, his eyes observing her hands, her swift and bony fingers moving with gentle precision.
“Fine by me.” She mumbles, and with care she puts one of her hands atop his head, softly making him face the front as her fingers stroke his hair with care.
“My turn then. How old are you?”
“Don’t really know. I came here before starting bleeding. I have always been at the ludus.” She dips the soap again in the water before starting to scrub it gently against his hair. “How is Numidia? Ravi only said it is past the sea.”
“Boiling hot” a soft giggle escapes his lips as he lets her do, and she smiles at the sound of it. “But you get used to it. Most of all rocks and desert if you go to the south. I lived near the sea, and you can find some more life there. What about your home?”
Her home. It sounds strange to her, because she had forced herself to adapt to a life she never wished for.
“Forests. Enormous green fields” she tries to focus on what she is doing so the memories hurt less. “You can hunt deer and rabbit, and if you are lucky even boar… I once almost shoot down a wolf, but I was small and my arrows were too little for the animal. There was a tree in my village that was up to the sky, and I liked to climb it and see the stars at night, but Mama always got angry and said I would twist a leg or break my head…” She finds herself clenching her jaw, trying her best to keep herself serene. “Dip your head, I need to take the soap from your hair.”
He does as she says and she allows herself a trembling sigh when he can’t hear her. Despite having taken her own situation and forced herself to adapt and see the bright side of it, sometimes she can’t help but feel a longing for the life she had been forced to leave behind.
To distract herself she buries her fingers in his hair again, and allows herself to pass them along his scalp, brushing it softly, only returning her hands to both sides of her lap as he sits up, wiping the excess water from his eyes. “Thank you,” he mutters, rubbing the back of his neck. “I never imagined a healer could offer comfort beyond just remedying the body.” He passes a hand along his hair, and a soft smile appears upon her face “How did you became a healer?”
“Well, healing comes in many forms,” she replies, allowing warmth to fill her voice. “I started to follow Ravi around the ludus, and he showed me. By the time they realized it was cheaper to have Ravi stay in the ludus, I was already helping him.”
There is a question lingering in the air, and neither of them wish to speak it out loud, because it only brings pain.
“I like your braid. It suits you.”
A smile lingers upon Alana’s lips. Maybe it is the first compliment she gets in many time. One of her hands go to her own hair, her fingertips brushing over the elaborated work of Kata.
She could swear she is blushing with Hanno’s words.
“Do you like it?” He hums in approval, leaning against the wall of the pool to let her do better, and Alana’s quick mind starts to imagine him doing what Ravi did, earning his freedom and being remembered fondly by it.
She realizes that when Hanno looks at her, something deep down stirs, like a distant echo of hope calling her heart to soften its guard.
“You were trembling before” Hanno takes one of her hands, studying it as if the answers lay in her palm, his fingertips tracing shapeless figures on the skin, almost trying to soothe her sorrow. “How many times—?”
She frowns, clenching her jaw. “It’s hard to say,” she admits, her voice barely above a whisper. “A few. Too many,” she adds, her eyes distant. Hanno nods, sensing the weight of what remains unspoken.
“I— I am sorry” he murmurs, guilt lacing his voice. Yet, there is an understanding in his eyes, a silent vow to share her burden. “If you want, I can help,” he offers, his grip on her hand tightening slightly, offering his strength.
“I don’t see how you can help.”
“They won’t touch you as long as I am around.” She lifts her gaze, studying him intently. There is a resolve in his eyes that she hadn’t noticed before, a fierce protectiveness she finds comforting. “I mean it,” he insists, meeting her gaze with unwavering determination.
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kuni-is-daddy · 2 years ago
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Thinking about getting placed as Scaras assistant, he’s testing you at first asking questions small missions and battles so you can prove youself, but one night he’s asking you questions on why you want to work for him, the way he moves and speaks its like he’s teasing you
Your mind starts to wonder thoughts about your boss you never thought you have as he’s reading your mind, only teasing u more as he replies to your suggestive thoughts of him (I’m so wet for this man I CANT <33)
damm anon that makes me wanna act up IDK. i got a tent goin on over here if yk what i mean-
LET ANON COOK YALL, I THINK THEY ONTO SOMETHING--
INDUSTRY KAMI!
BOSS, SCARAMOUCHE X ASSISTANT/BODYGUARD READER
FLUFF+SMUT, SCARAMOUCHE BACKSTORY SPOILERS.
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. 1.2k WORDS. Smut part long af.
'Perhaps I feel like I owe my beloved Kunikuzushi something, Which is why i gave control of the gakaden company to him, Along with his own free will. I entrust Y/N with the safety and wellbeing of my son. As they are my most prestige warrior within inazuma and in all of teyvat' -The Raiden shogun, Ei.
AMAZING ART
Scara masterlist part 2!
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The 5th round this evening, Your hands grew tired from holding your signature weapon. "Y-you are very skilled in the art of the sword my lord. My I ask where you were taught?" You said while trying to catch your breath in your tired state. "Taught? How amusing. as if someone could tell me what to do and how to fight? Y/n, i dont need anyones validation or blah blah-" The rest of your master's words went through one ear and out the other. Something about the shaken up and tired state he had you in gave you tremendous bliss, You we're well known to be one of the strongest warriors within teyvat, Even trained by the strongest human within the world, Il Capitano. Yet here you we're being bested by your own superior? Someone you we're ironically enlisted to by the Almighty god of thunder, Ei. To protect. It was pathetic how in every round he bested you, How as soon as you saw an opening to whisk away his katana from his grasp, he was always one step ahead, as if he was reading you like a book. The way he fought was unexpected. That is why you asked where his styles originated. "As expected, my master. A individual as great as you wouldn't need anyone else's guidance or leadership." You bowed your head as a sign of respect. Master, Scara liked that word. "Good Y/n. you know your place." He looked you up and down, observing your body as you stood up and wiped your forehead. He didn't mean to go so rough on you, But you always do ask to spar him after missions. So he did with no hesitation. "Go get yourself cleaned up or some shit and wait for me outside, Im going to get changed." He said as he left the room.
You we're reading "Flowers for Princess Fischl – Vol. I: End Time." while waiting for your superior. A young girl named amy gave it to you as a gift for helping her join the adventures guild. It was childish, but you ended up enjoying the book. Little did you know your boss was standing behind you as you waited for him at the lobby door. "The fuck is this?" He took the book from you "I- MY LORD-" You stuttered while trying to gather your thoughts. "Flowers for princess fish? Great.. So you spend your time reading fanfiction instead of being attentive as usual..." He sighed. "Hm..Now what if the enemy was inside y/n? Now im dead" your heart sunk at his sudden words. You we're well put together in a fine suit and tie similar to his. Along with a suitcase containing your signature weapon, Ready to defend your superior through anything. "I trust that you are more than capable to take care of yourself while i am not around, Master. Your strength is no match for anyone." You bowed and walked forward to the car, Holding the door open for him. "Is that so y/n?" He said while stepping into the vehicle. "Im sure your master can find other ways to show you his strength." The man whispered into your ear. You blushed and closed the door, Looking at him again while smilingly and running around to get into the car. Kuni smirked as your childish reaction. He sat next to you across the drivers seat.
The smell of his fresh cologne Filled your nose as if it was oxygen. He looked so professional and clean while flipping through your book, from the way his hair was perfectly straight to the beautiful way you could see his muscles Pearce through his suit. Even the way his tie was on is perfect, The way he would threaten to fire you immediately when you'd embarrass him in public during a mission- "Who is this, Amy person y/n?" 'Huh? How does he know about amy?' He read aloud "Dear y/n the loyal subjects of the Immernah-crick. Thank you for helping her majesty Princess fishkl. for- What the fuck is this?" You giggled under your breath at how he mispronounced the words. "Is Fuck? Your favorite word my lord?" He lightly blushed. "Thats not the Fucking- Thats not the question Y/n."
You two lightly teased and joked with eachother as the car finally pulled up. You held the door open while surveying the area and hesitantly apologized again "Im sorry lord kuni, i just got caught up while waiting for you. I wont read it again if you find Fantasy novels- Inconsiderate." "Read whatever the fuck you want, I could care less." He said as you held the door open to the penthouse lobby "and do me a favor y/n." "Yes my lord! Anything!" you said eagerly "...drop the 'my lord'. It sounds fucking weird when you say it. Keep the kuni shit." You smiled, Did this mean he was starting to trust you more? Was this all some test just to prove your worth.
SMUTT
You cheerfully followed 'kuni' into his penthouse. "My- I mean Kuni. Your place is amazing." You said while viewing his estate. All you we're instructed to do was to wait for him outside his bedroom door. Many thoughts swirled through your head, all about kuni. You just loved everything about him just from first glance, the way he'd carry himself, How independent he was, His outfit. You never worked for someone with that amount of prestige and overall leadership. Everyone was so obedient to him like a dog, even when he threatened to fire them. Threatened to fire you, The way that sent you chills was something you'd never forget. As if you could easily be replaced before he even knew your full name. You we're tapped out of your wet daze to be greeted by him. In a beautiful outfit(pov he's wearing his fatui outfit. "Hmm should i keep my hat on y/n or take it off?" He asked you. "M-my lo- I- i- mean kuni- you-" God you we're choking up on your words so hard.
"Ugh everytime I even talk to you about shit your always stuttering up y/n your acting as if this is the first time you've seen me wear my kimono." "W-well.. K-kuni.. Your chest..is out and i-" "Oh? so thats it." Kuni walked closer to you, you we're pinned against the wall" "You like what you see y/n..? Is that it?" "K-kuni please..Shouldnt we be leaving?" "I say when we fucking leave Y/n. There you go again making up your own mind. Is that any way to talk to your fucking superior?" Your body was burning up as your breath grew heavy. He whispered in your ear. "Whats wrong? I cant get closer to my pet...?"
"Say..Y/n.. Why do you work for me? Did my pathetic mother bribe you, The ever so righteous Y/N. who has trained with the strongest human in teyvat?" His beautiful violet eyes burned through yours. as if he was staring through your soul. Was this another test? You couldnt tell. Your breathing became more panicked. His body pressed against yours, the sweet smell of his perfume, His beautiful eye liner. You we're in a pure daze. The worst one you've had since you met him. "fucking say something y/n..or are my eyes putting you in another trance hm?" shit.. at this point he was reading your mind. Fuck it. "i.. I LOVE YOU KUNI. MORE THEN ANYTHING. ID PROTECT YOU WITH MY LIFE. I DONT CARE IF YOUR MOM WOULD'VE HIRED ME OR NOT..I... ALWAYS HAD FEELINGS FOR YOU!" You realized you let your heart out. When What" you've only known him for 3 weeks and you're going this fast. "...I-im..sorry..my lord. I'll just wait for you in the ca-" you we're cut off. "then prove it." 'huh?' "e-excuse me my lord?" "prove it. Prove how much you love your master~" A cord snapped in you. You kicked his bedroom door open with force, Even making him give an aroused look. you wanted this. You wanted him so bad, The way he fought you. The way he made you so happy, The way he made you so fucking horny and touch yourself after every night you'd make sure he was safe in his home. You unzipped his pants immediately and looked at his cock while licking your lips. He didn't stop you, only mocked you "fucking slut.
How long have you wanted my cock?" You didnt reply. Just the feeling of his big cock stuffing your mouth and making you gag had you on cloud 9. "f-fuck...Where did a slut like you learn how to suck a mans cock like this. Shit~ have you been passing yourself around?" "No..mph.. been savingf myselvf for you mahster~" You said with his dick still in your mouth. "Oh yeah? You saved yourself for daddy?" God that turned him on. He grabbed your hair, ran his fingers through it and forced your head down on his cock. "Just like that baby, You've been so patient already for me. I should reward you with my cum down your throat. how does that sound?" You shaked your head with vigor. Desperate for his seed. He pushed hard onto your head, Bucking his hips up and letting out a loud groan while he came down your throat. Fuck your mouth felt so warm he didnt want you to move. But you did and climbed ontop of scara, While stripping for him. "Mmm..Wanna put on a show for you Kuni~" god the way you'd say his name would always make him hard.
Especially the way he teased you in the car saying he'd show you his strength in other ways. You began grinding on his cock "F-fuck Kuni~ Your so big against me master..So big.. Your making me horny right now daddy~" "Yeah'? Making my little pet all turned on f' me? Want daddys help?" "Y-Yes kuni~ please help me." You swapped places, laying on the bed while kuni began taking his clothes off. his abs we're beautiful along with a nice scar along the side of them. He fetched through his cabinet for a bottle of lube. "Y-you have lube?" you said shocked. "Tsk. Yeah? You think i dry jerk off too you?" Just hearing that alone made you blush. He jerked off a little with it and began putting the tip inside. "oh shit kuni~" He looked so focused on making sure his cock got inside of you. watching how it would dissapear inside your warm wet hole. He moved slowly back and forth, Fucking you in a mating press. "K-kuni.." "Yes my love?" "C-can you go faster please. Wanna have you hit that spot." And that was all he needed to hear. He ruffled his hands through his hair and fucked you so hard. "K-KUNI AH~" you wrapped your legs around him "F-fuck baby dont wrap your legs round me like that- IM gonna CU-" "I dont care kuni~ please breed me. Breed me like the little pet i am. P-please kuni. Thats all I want, Wanna be yours forever."
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"it's now time to choose a class representative.."
sighs out mr. aizawa looking at the class. "vote for me!" exclaims various students raising their hands to gain attention.
 "yeah.. probably dont vote for me" you say bluntly, hating the thought of having all the attention on you if you were to be class representative. 
"no way! i wouldve totally voted for you!" replies kirishima staring at you in shock. you let out a laugh, "well thats nice to know, but the thought of all that attention just seems so wrong..!"
You stare at the results dumb-founded. 
There was actually no way people had voted for you. "alright, which one of you guys voted for me?" you ask. mina and kirishima both turn their attention elsewhere and you narrow your eyes. "you two little shits are not sly" they let out a mischievous grin and stick out their tongues. 
you stand in front of the class next to deku as mr. aizawa tells the class the roles for you two. you were given deputy and he was given the head representative. at the end of class you walk toward mr. aizawa and ask him to give your role to yaoyorozu, "if its alright sir- i would like to give yaoyorozu my role of deputy, i think she would be better fit for the role instead of me" you explain. 
he just nods, "whatever you say kid..." you let out a smile of triumph and walk out of class.
deciding to skip lunch, you find a teacher and ask her if there was a gym or training room in the building. "there sure is! just head up to the top floor and there should be a receptionist who can help you out!" smiles a teacher, you thank her and head upstairs to find the receptionist. 
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you talked to the receptionist and she registered you in the gyms system. she hands you a card and explains that the card will allow you to come into the gym whenever you wanted. you bow and thank her before walking into the gym lock. you change into a pair of workout clothes you had packed in your bag. 
walking into the gym you let out a smile realizing it was completely empty. i guess no one wants to come into the gym during their lunch.. you throw your bag somewhere in the room and grab a set of hand wraps. placing yourself in front of a punching bag, you start stretching quietly while listening to music. 
you stand back up after stretching your muscles. you throw a couple of jabs at the punching bag and step back to take off your sweatpants, leaving you only with a sports bra and biker shorts. walking back to the bag, you continue throwing kicks and jabs letting the sound of the bag echo the room. 
you let out a smile enjoying the slight sting your knuckles felt when it came to contact with the bag. this place was your home, the equipment and the slight smell of sweat (as weird as it sounded) made you feel at ease. you could let everything out in here and no one would say anything.
suddenly you stop in your tracks when you hear the door open and close from the locker room revealing bakugou in a black wifebeater and sweatpants. You widen your eyes and feel a wave of insecurity hit you as you realize you were showing much more skin than usual.
"the fuck you looking at genso?" he sneers, you turn your head away embarrassed he caught you staring, and focused your attention back to the bag in front of you. god why him, why right now..?
you kick the bag and jab twice, feeling the sweat start to drip down your neck. you hear the shuffle of his feet and see him pick the punching bag right next to you. 
fuck this shit.. im out.
you walk to the locker room before bakugou called out to you, "where the fuck do you think your going?"
you freeze, before pointing to the exit and replying bluntly, "back to lunch." 
bakugou scoffed and rolled his eyes, "yeah right.. and do what? stare at everyone else eating while you sit still and pick at your nails like yesterday?" he crosses his arm over his chest.
you widen your eyes, had he been staring at you in the cafeteria eating? "were you watching eat or something? kinda creepy bakugou..." you respond crossing your arms over your chest, mimicking him.
his face shifts into disgust, "why would i ever stare at you?" he retorts, "besides your going to fight me. right here, right now." he threatens, walking closer to you.
you let out a laugh, "thats real funny, but first of all.. back up," you put your hand on his chest and push him back feeling his muscles through the thin fabric. "and second- im not fighting you."
he smirks, "are you scared to fight me??" you roll your eyes and sigh out at his ego. "besides if you wanna start preparing for the sports festival i suggest you start training now."
"gee thanks for looking out for me bakugou, i greatly appreciate that reminder" you roll your eyes and walk back to the bags, "but im not scared of fighting you, i just dont want to." you swing at the bag growing impatient at the pestering of bakugou.
"couldnt give a flying fuck about your opinion- your fighting me and thats that" he shrugs with a sly smile. 
right before you could shoot another retort, the alarm rings. "whats going on..?" you walk to the locker room door to open it before a wall of metal shuts you and him in. "great.." you sigh out, "im stuck in here with you outta all people.." you sulked.
"hah?! i heard that!" he yells, and you look at him and force a smile, "i wanted you to." he grits his teeth and his palms start smoking, "would ya look at that..! little bakugous angry!" you tease, finding his reaction entertaining.
of course you didnt realize your mistake until you were shoved up against the wall with tiny explosions dangerously close to your face. "listen here genso, im not gonna waste my time trying to convince you to fight me- you are going to whether you like it or not!" you hold your breath at the close proximity between you and him.
you use your wind and push him back a good two feet away from you. "listen here bakugou, i dont care if you think your so strong, i am not going to fight you and thats final. now leave me alone."
suddenly the wall of metal lifts and you rush out to the locker room to change out. 
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you huff as you walk into class. 
you find deku telling the class he wanted iida to take his role of class representative. sitting down in your seat quietly, you rest your face in your hands and bakugou walks in. he takes his seat next to you and focuses on aizawa.
stupid bakugou thinking he can always get what he wants... who does he think he is?? a spoiled brat thats what. 
"alright, todays training will be a little different. youll have three instructors, we'll be focusing on rescue training." the class erupted in chatter. "you all will be dealing with natural disasters, shipwrecks, etc." explains aizawa.
you let out a small smile, your quirk was more helpful in battle, but it could be helpful in rescue when used the right way.
"what you wear in this exercise is up to you. it may be a disadvantage to use your costumes since you arent all that used to it yet, but it can also help you adapt quickly. this special training is at an off campus facility, so get changed and meet me outside to get on the bus."
you grab your costume and go to change. you quickly glance at the mirror to make sure you look fine before going to the bus. "gather round class 1-a! line up by your seat number so we can enter the bus efficiently!" whistled iida.
you giggle before waiting for everyone to get into the bus before walking in. you let out a low curse as the only seat available was the one next to bakugou. you drag your feet to the seat and you hear mina let out a small apology, "sorry y/n..! you know how explosive his personality is..!" you sighed and agreed, "literally explosive." the bus lit up in a fit of giggles.
"could i sit by the window?" you ask him quietly, he just stares at you and gets up. your eyes widen as you smile, and you giddily sit in the seat. 
you sigh as the trip starts. putting in your earbuds, you lean against the window going quiet. breathing slowly you feel your body fall asleep. 
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"oh my god kiri, look...!" mina points at you sleeping on the window peacefully. kirishima lets out a laugh, "holy shit look at them!" unbeknownst to the two of you, bakugou had fallen asleep on your shoulder. 
"quick! someone take a photo!" exclaims kaminari enjoying the sight in front of him, gaining the attention of the entire bus. "geez he actually doesnt look so bad when he isnt raging about everything.." mutters mina as she snaps a quick photo. 
"god im so gonna tease the two about it!" chuckles kirishima, as he stifles a laugh. 
bakugou lets out a low groan at the noise and the whole bus goes quiet. "we probably should be quiet before he explodes this whole bus..." mumbles sero. 
when you woke up you felt your face heat up at the sight of bakugou sleeping on you. deciding not to interrupt his sleep you stayed still and allowed him to continue. you relished in the quiet moments you got without having to hear him blast your eardrums. 
he isnt that bad when hes not going rabid.. he doesnt look that bad either- what the fuck am i saying?? its katsuki fucking bakugou! 
you move your arm a bit waking bakugou up. you stare at him sweatdropping, his eyes widens and a small blush creeps up on his face. "got a bit comfortable there ey bakugou?" teases kaminari smirking, "shut the fuck up dunce face before i explode you into last week!" rages bakugou.
ah there goes that quiet.
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previous parts: pt. 0 0 / pt. 0 1 / pt. 02 / pt. 03 / pt. 04 / pt. 05 next parts: pt. 07 / pt. 08 / pt. 09 / pt. 10 / pt. 11 / pt. 12 / pt. 13 / pt. 14 / pt. 15 / pt. 16
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chososlittlecrybaby · 2 years ago
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IGURO OBANAI X TSUGUKO READER !¡
Warning contents: Rough sex , biting , choking , spitting , pussy eating , degrading , manhandling , pussy slapping , hair pulling , back shots .
Word count: 2.6k
Summary- Being Iguro’s tsuguko was very draining to say the least. The training was rough and exhausting but you can’t really complain because you chose this course for your life. You’ve been sick of his treatment so you decide to skip training for a bit and go hang out with Tengen.
“Obanai that shit hurts!” You yelled, holding your arm. “You can’t expect to be a hashira and you’re complaining about me hitting you in the arm?” Obanai said, staring daggers at you. “Okay but still! Go easy.” You whined. “Do you think demons are going to go easy on you?” Obanai walked up closer to you.
“Whatever.” You simply said, before getting back into position.
Every day you still think about why you wanted to be Obanai’s tsuguko. His training is so brutal his last ‘tsugukos’ quit. He was a great teacher but he doesn’t know how to hold back. Its been 4 months since I took the position on. Those last 4 months have been hell.
You take a deep breath trying to focus on your total concentration breathing. Then out of no where your face met the ground. “WHAT THE FUCK” You yelled getting up rubbing your forehead. “You need to be quick and persistent.” He said, blankly.
It was only going to take one more drop of sweat for you to snap. You got up off the ground and immediately fell back down on one knee. You suddenly felt liquid run down your face and touched it. You pulled your hand back and seen blood on your finger tips. You looked up at obanai and down at your hand.
“shit” is all you could mutter before you fell limp and passed out.
You woke up in the butterfly mansion with Tanjiro beside your bed. “What happened?” You asked sitting up, letting the covers fall off your shoulders. “You passed out and Mr. Obanai brought you here, but didn’t stay because it’s not that serious” You felt a pang in your heart and you felt tears beginning to spill.
You clutched the sheets and tried to hold back the tears. Plastering a smile on your face. “Oh okay!” You began, lips trembling. “Well im fine now so! You can hurry on ahead. Just let Lady Koucho know im up please!” You said while turning towards other side of the bed getting ready to get up. Your feet dangling off the bed. Your back is towards Tanjiro. “Also let Master Obanai know I wont be back for a few days.”
“Okay sure! Have a well rested recovery Y/n!!” Tanjiro said.
Lady Koucho came in the room and inspected you to make sure that you were okay. As soon as she said you were ready to go, she made some recovering tea.
You finished the tea and got dressed in your regular corps uniform which was very similar to kanao’s.
“Bye lady kochou. Ill come back again if anything seems wrong. You waved at her and left the butterfly estate. You knew at around these times Obanai and Muichiro were patrolling the area so you decided to grab a couple of stuff from Obanais mansion like clothes, and made your way to tengens mansion.
“I can’t believe I was so hurt by what he said. I’m hoping to God that Tanjiro was just lying. but then again he’s so bad at lying, and hates it.” You complained to Tengens muscle mice. you sighed trying to figure out why on earth were you talking to animals. “You know this is kinda creepy right?” Makio said. “I know, I just need to rant. Thanks for letting me stay here.” You said, bowing your head.
“Its fine! We understand what you’re going through and you can stay as long as you want!” Hinatsuru said, popping up our of no where, placing a hand on Makio’s shoulder.
Tears started to form and you immediately started blinking and wiping them from your face. “I appreciate it so much.”
The last 4 days Tengen has trained your total concentration breathing and ways to move more efficient and faster. You were getting ready to go to bed when you felt something slithering up your leg. “GAH WHAT IS THAT” You shrieked, Suma and Makio coming in the room to see whats wrong.
“IS THAT A SNAKE” Suma yelled, hiding behind Makio. When you took a closer look at the snake you could tell that it belonged to the Serpent pillar. “Kaburamaru? Why are you here..” A frown appeared on your face. He slithered his tongue and looked in the direction of the corner in the room.
There he was. Obanai was there. A menacing glare staring at you. Your heart rate started to increase and it felt hot. “Lets go.” He said with utter venom in his voice.
“I-I uh..” You stammered. “It wasn’t a question. Lets go.” He said grabbing you by your arm. “I have to go guys tell tengen and hinatsuru ill be back tomorrow to get my stuff!” you yelled, waving by at them. Watching kaburamaru slither back onto obanai’s neck.
We were finally away from the mansion and on your way to his. “master o-obanai that hurts.” “Do you think I care?” He said still focused ahead of him. “You seem to want to take the initiative on leaving?” Obanai said, tightening his grip. “You missed four days of training. That sets us back.” He said, gritting through his teeth. He was so angry.
“Tengen trained me on total concentration and speeding up my movements.” You said, wincing. “So? Do you really think thats what makes me mad? Don’t be dense.”
“Well I wouldn’t have left if you didn’t treat me like shit.” You said making him stop. “what?” He said, sounding genuinely confused. “Maybe if you stop pointing out my flaws and motivated me, sugar coating what im doing wrong then maybe JUST MAYBE. I wouldn’t have left. You couldn’t even stay with me at the butterfly estate, HELL you couldn’t even visit me. Do you know how painful it is when somebody tells you that your own trainer doesn’t give a fuck about you?” You yelled, running out of breath. “Let go of me!” You attempted to snatch your arm away, failing.
Tears started falling. Your heart was shattered. “You know.. I get where you are coming from. Have once have you ever tried to get to know me?” he said, anger filling in. “PLENTY OBANAI. I have tried to converse with you many times, asked you questions like what your favorite color or food was. You shut me down every time! I hate you” You fell on your knees. The arm obanai was holding still in the air because of his grasp on it. He got down on his knees to level with you. He gripped your face with his hand.
“Im not one to share my feelings with. I have issues with that. Expressing them is a fear that I have. so if I made you feel some type of way, im sorry.” Obanai said. His gaze softening. “Now come on so we can go home.”
The walk home was less awkward but the sexual tension was definitely there. You didn’t think that things would go far with you and obanai.
“Fuck! Iguro please!” You yelled, gripping his hair. His tongue lapping at your clit. He stuck two fingers into you and starting moving in a scissoring motion. “Iguro please its too much!” You yelled. He was dragging a third orgasm out of you. 30 minutes of him just eating your pussy and your legs are a shaking mess. tears rolling down your brown skin. “You need to stop moving. Its making it hard for me to go deeper.” He lowly said. Just then, the sound of his voice made you cum right then and there.
He pulled his fingers out of your cunt and licked his cum coated fingers. Your chest lifted up and down as you tried to catch your breath. “turn over.” He said, flipping you over onto your stomach and pulling your hips up.
He slapped his dick on your ass before sliding it in. Snaking his arms around your waist to slap your pussy. You cry out in pain and pleasure. “Fuck, im surprised you didnt let Tengen fuck you.” He said, sliding in and out of your cunt.
“Well, you probably went there to be a slut, but it didn’t quite work out for you huh?” He said, rubbing harsh circles on your pussy. “T-Thats not true!” You gasped.
“Shut up.” He said, pulling your hair, your back meeting with his chest. “Next time im going to fuck you with your corps uniform on. Its going to make you look more like a whore than you already are.” He said , wrapping his arm around your waist.
It came to the point that the pleasure was too much. You attempted to scoot away since he had his arm wrapped around you. “Stop running and take it.” He said harshly, slapping in between your inner thighs. A red spot forming on your tanned skin.
“O-obanai, go slower!” You reached behind you scratching at his neck. Obanai slowly raised his head down to your shoulder biting your shoulder. Breaking skin. “you taste amazing.” He said, licking at the blood.
“You’re trembling.” He said, blankly. “It feels so good.” You mumbled out. Something in him snapped. He felt a wave of possession wash over him.“Say it again. Say it.” He said. Snapping his hips into you, reaching your cervix causing you to spasm. “Iguro, it feels so good!” You yelled out. “Yeah im making you feel good. I better not catch somebody else fucking this pussy. Im going to make sure that this pretty pussy remembers my dick and its shape.” Obanai said hitting deeper parts. A white ring started to form around obanais dick.
“Awee look at that. This pussy is holding onto me for dear life.” He said, slapping your clit a couple times and then rubbing it. A whole bunch of pleases came out of your mouth before you felt something unfamiliar forming.
Obanai kept rubbing your pussy until you finally let go. Your pussy started spasming around his dick. Obanai let out a chuckle that turned into a hysterical laugh. “I got you to squirt.” He said, looking at his hand with your juices on them. His long tongue licked a stripe up his hand. “oh thats perfect.” He said, eyes rolling back at your taste.
“please tell me you’re done..” You said , drained. “We could be, but I still want to cum.” He said, putting a fake pout on his face. He began Thrusting into you again. You jerking with every thrust. He let out breathy moans and some occasional “fucks”
“ah.. fuck” He said, cumming deep inside you. Letting out a low groan.
“Fuck.. you.” You said out of breath. He pulled out and flipped you on your back. Grabbing your throat and prying your mouth open. “Take what I give you.” He said before spitting in your mouth. You’re eyes went wide. “Swallow it.” You obeyed like the perfect tsuguko you were. “Mhm thats right.” He said, looking at you with his different colored eyes. “You’re so beautiful mama.” He said before collapsing onto you. Leaving you a heated mess.
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OHH MY GODDDD!! I FOUND THIS SO FREAKING ENTERTAINING WHILE WRITING BC SJESHVDHSJSN OWMEHEMsfndlslaoaJSHWJ OBANAI SUPREMACY
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sun-stricken · 1 year ago
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Headcannoms about friendship between Bickslow and Gray? I like to think after the fighting festival he really tries to make it up to Gray.
Gray: ‘we’re chill. It’s fine.’
Bickslow: ‘my babies will now perform a dance of apology’
Also a scenario I’d like to share!
Lucy: hey, Gray I picked up your mail. Why do you have a letter from a modelling agency?
Gray: oh that. I don’t know they just keep sending me them even though I’ve told them no.
Lucy: you’ve turned them down repeatedly?! *while crying inside*
Gray: yeah? It’s weird ‘cause I didn’t even apply.
Lucy: Lucy kick!
i for some reason hadn’t considered the idea of them having a close friendship, but i am now so here! a gift !
i had so much fun with this
* my personal hc is that Bickslows dolls feel a lot of what he himself feels, and also theyre kinda like birds
* so they too try to make it up to Gray, they bring him little things they find, such as shiny rocks, pins, and other tiny objects they find
* Bickslow just nods in approval from the sidelines when they bring them to Gray
* They were both fairly awkward with each other post festival but after Bickslow gave Gray an honest apology they began to turn over a new leaf
* people find the friendship strange tbh, Gray is known as this vaguely calm and like, super normal guy, and Bickslow is just— not
* theyre surprisingly comfortable with each other
* they dont hang out a lot outside the guild, but thats not to say they dont ever,
* While they dont work the best together and it took a while be able to fight along side on another,
* If the Thunder Legion and Team Natsu have to pair up usually they do bc they’re comfortable with each other and trust can go a long way
* theyre both texting fiends, like its a problem how much they message their friends, so when they found out the other was the same oh my god was it a train wreck
* their conversations can go for hours and if you read through them youd probably have an aneurysm because the topics make no sense and Bix doesn’t even try to spell correctly
* They have gotten close and friendly but that doesnt mean theu ever know what to expect from the other, their opinions and thoughts are so different from each other, if rhey ever have the same idea its like all the stars and planet’s have aligned and world is about to end
* Bickslows hair is naturally black and Gray helped him dye it once and they deadass looked they walk out the smurf set for weeks, Bix’s bathroom looked like they murdered a hundred of them
* Gray has an affinity for collecting hand weapons (swords, spears, bows, etc) while Bickslow likes taking apart and building old bombs (actual explosive grenades, land mines, smoke/flash grenades)
* they bonded over it and talked about it in public and terrified about 20 people rhat were in earshot
* theyre both a big hit with kids
* Bickslow gets added to the long list of people who barge into Gray house unannounced
* a lot of the time they will talk (coughcomplaincough) about two different things in the same convo
* Bickslow: the cops were at my door again last night because of the inactive grenade i threw in the fountain, woke me up and everything
* Gray: ugh, i hate that, Natsu blew up a building again and Erza yelled at the both of us
* Bickslow: thats so rude, do you think i should make another one and send it to them?
* Gray: totally, she knew it wasnt me but i still got scolded
so happy ppl have realized how pretty Gray is, now we’re gonna talk abt it bc im an overachiever
* Hes been scouted by plenty of different modeling agencies over the years, which really boosted his ego but very quickly became annoying as hell bc he never even applied
* He gets a couple a month, and he accepted once just to get them off his back and found it really embarrassing bc he was everywhere
* his friends in and outside the guild bought the magazines he was featured in and teased him mercilessly and he never stepped foot in another agency ever again
* Hes really photogenic but hates gets his photo taken, most of the pictures hes in ‘willingly’ hes glaring at the camera
* he now just blocks the numbers they call him on and throws out the letter they send him, if they stop him on the street he will walk away before the conversation even starts
* when Lucy found out something inside her died a little
* she pestered him about it and said she’ll go with him! he wont even have to take the money for it! she’ll take it! 😁
* she gets shot down every time but that doesnt mean she quit trying
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azrielsoulmate · 1 year ago
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Covered in you
my house of stone, your ivy grows, and now i’m covered in you
Eris Vanserra x Wisteria (OC)
a/n: i am running absolutely late with some chapters for magnificently cursed, so i hope you'll take this little excerpt of the story of my oc, Wisteria :) just something short and sweet
also, keep in mind english is not my first language so if u see anything anyhow inocorrect, no u didn't AND as always, im open to feedback so let me know what you think about this fic!
word count: 1700
warnings: brief mentions of abuse (Beron)
genre: fluff
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The cold wind blew Wisteria’s hair into her face as she trudged to the Forest House. She had just left her horse in the stables when the rain started. She frowned, looking down at her dress just to find it completely covered in mud. Wisteria groaned, knocking on the manor’s huge doors, and was met with two guards. “My lady” one of them bowed and she stared at him  “Don’t bow to me, Hugo. I’m not High Lady” - that had been a subject Eris could not seem to be able to put down ever since he took over the crown, months ago. But despite their both’s huge efforts to show the citizens of the autumn court that males and females were equal now, the misogyny in the court ran deep. Besides, Wisteria, unlike Eris, was a fighter, a shadow, a spy - not a performer, and the autumn court needed to be ruled by someone with at least somewhat decent social skills, at least according to Wisteria. 
She huffed making her way up the stairs.Gods, she’s never been this exhausted. This mission lasted more than a week, longer than any she had been on ever since Eris became High Lord. But the smaller villages still needed help, and she was trying to snuff out what the smaller lords of the counties thought of her lover’s rule. 
He had better be home, she thought as she opened up the door to their bedchambers. “Ah there you are” her lover approached her with a small smile “Gods, you look horrible” he stared her up and down “Good to see you too, pumpkin” she mumbled at him and he, as always when she would call him that, huffed in shock at the nickname and clutched a hand to his chest. His hair was a little overgrown, just like Wisteria liked it, and he was wearing a forest green shirt, the first few buttons undone. He gathered up some of the rain drops off her cheek “Good to have you back” he kissed her forehead and made to take the completely soaked through coat off her shoulders. He went to the bathroom to run her a bath as she made her way into their bedroom, where she was met with three of Eris’ ghost hounds. They ran up to her while Wisteria started to take the daggers off herself. “Hello, my little loves, hello” she murmured to them sweetly, petting them. “You know, the view this court has on you would change drastically if they saw how soft you get with them” Eris chuckled from the door “And they’d end up with a dagger in their heart before they even thought about spreading that information around” she replied, not even looking up from her corset, which she had trouble unlacing. 
The High Lord was quite right, though. When they met, centuries ago, her - a young girl Beron had acquired to train as spymaster, him - a spoiled princeling, thinking he owned the world, she despised him, and he loved to constantly tease her with all his contrarian shit. That was when their friendship began, but even despite them knowing each other for so long, in the face of Beron’s abuse, Wisteria had put up walls taller than those of the Forest House. Rough at the surface, but as the plans of the former High Lord’s demise were nearing and a vision of peace, at last, began approaching, Eris managed to cut through like a knife.
 And they knew each other, better than the stars knew the sky and the moon knew the sun. More than they knew themselves. And they vowed to protect each other’s hearts, at all cost. Even when the whole Prythian thought it knew them - based solely on the sorry masks they put on in front of prying eyes. Their love and the quiet they could give each other in the dark of the night, by the hearth, the devotion in their longing stares during all those grotesque balls - now no longer secret, was enough. No one, except for Eris and Wisteria, knew anything about them, and that provided comfort neither of them had ever dreamed of deserving, accomplishing. 
“By the mother I despise this thing” Wisteria huffed and looked up to meet Eris’ russet eyes. “Well, what are you waiting for? Come here and help me” she gestured towards herself, exasperated. He smiled, slightly shaking his head as he walked to her. “Demanding woman” he murmured, standing behind her “Just as you like me” Wisteria replied, meeting his gaze in the mirror in front of them. Eris hummed, placing a light kiss on her shoulder as he started unlacing her bodice. “Why do you keep wearing this if you despise it so much?” “It looks pretty” was his lover’s reply, in a tone as if it was the most obvious matter in the universe. After finishing up with Wisteria’s corset, Eris lowered to his knees in front of her. “Allow me, my love” he said as he took off both of her boots and went to part her mud-covered skirts. He started unstrapping the daggers at her thighs, and she tangled her fingers in the lordling’s hair. He hummed in contentment and for a few moments, the only sounds in the chambers were the flickering of wood in the fireplace and daggers clattering down to the wooden floors. Well, and the uneven breathing of three cheery dogs, now laying around the couple. It seemed that not only Eris and Wisteria could keep up masks to the public, as the hounds were scary and aggressive to any stranger, but would completely switch demeanors when either the High Lord or his spymaster would enter the room.
Wisteria smiled down at her man as he finished up his work. “I missed you, you know” she tugged on his red hair, getting his attention. He looked up at her, his eyes aflame “I know, I missed you too” Eris said, slowly rising from his knees to kiss her face, now ushering her to the bathroom. “Come now, the water will get cold” and as Wisteria started walking, Eris took notice of her slumped shoulders and faltering steps. He took her into his arms, carrying her to the bathing chambers “Touch starved, are we now?” she glared at him “Excuse me, you were gone for a whole week, and I am only a man” he reasoned “You’re excused then, pumpkin” Wisteria chuckled lightly. 
 At the beginning of their relationship, Eris really despised Wisteria’s missions. But she was running the small group of spies she had gathered for autumn in her centuries as spymaster, and he trusted her. Not only that - his lover was definitely a much better fighter than him, which she would probably always find amusing, but Eris still worried for her. He always would. 
He helped her bathe and wash her hair. Taking care of her was something he’d always cherish doing. For so long he didn’t allow himself to care for anyone at all, but Wisteria kept blurring out his periphery, passing by so carelessly as she always would - her presence in a room more noticeable than anyone else’s. For him, at least, that is - for the other courtiers seemed never to notice her, just as she wanted. That, he could never fathom, how someone could just be unaware of her. Her with the thousands of daggers strapped to her body at all times, with her completely inappropriate dresses - for she would usually make them herself and wear the corset on top of the underskirts - a fashion choice she insisted on for centuries. Her with her ability to appear and disappear in front of him during balls, suddenly seen with a goblet of wine or picking her nails with a dagger and the next minute gone, not to be seen until maybe weeks later, her with her unpredictability of going off for her own adventures in the middle of the night or suddenly befriending the bastard Rhysand’s inner circle. Her with her unapproachability and constant frowning that seemed to scare everyone off, but not him, never him. And the way she always knew the right thing to say, on nights where Beron would hurt him particularly badly - Wisteria would find words of comfort that managed to magnificently stitch up his wounds, time and time again. He didn’t think there was ever someone more intelligent than her, not in all of Prythian, not in all of time. He was utterly and completely at the woman’s mercy, and he had absolutely no intention of ever breaking free. 
The two made their way into the bedchamber, only to find their hounds splayed on the bed, swinging their tails around happily. Wisteria heard Eris sigh from behind her and chuckled. She made her way under the covers, sitting up in bed to braid her wet hair while Eris threw some more wood into the fire. He soon got in next to her, taking the strands of her dark hair from her and gesturing for her to turn around. He finished braiding it, tying it off with a ribbon. “Thank you, love” she mumbled, throwing herself down into the covers. Eris did not reply, instead gazing down at her form and engulfing her into his arms. The exhaustion from the mission quickly kicked into her as she turned to hide her face in his chest. He smoothed out her hair and kissed her forehead, and soon they both were asleep. 
There, in the Forest House, once a place of horror and fear, love and hope for happiness bloomed. They both knew they were safe and sound, as long as they had each other’s arms to find a home in. One of the dogs yawned and wood cracked in the fireplace as a couple still burning candles casted some warm light into the bedroom. Outside, the moon and stars shone down on the manor, as if guarding the couple, protecting their love, the rain pattered onto the windowsills rhythmically and a piece of ivy bloomed on the stone walls of the house.
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ihhfhonao3 · 8 months ago
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ace attorney fic request: Maya starts taking clown training from Moe and gets her own clown uniform with the red nose and everything
OH MY GOD IM SORRY THAT THIS TOOK FORTY YEARS TO FINISH. All my motivation just DISAPPEARED like the beginning of May so I hope this scratches at least a bit of a (VERY LATE) itch. Thanks for requesting, fic is under the cut!
Lawrence Curls- better known as Moe the clown- wasn’t typically the type of man to be surprised by too much. If he was forced to pinpoint a moment in his life where he became so desensitized to practically everything, the last straw would likely be being a firsthand witness to murder. Not to mention that the person who was murdered was his own late boss.
There were many other events in his life that started to slowly etch away at his ability to care about most things. Practically losing all ability to ever talk to his wife or daughter was pretty up there in terms of life events that started to wear down the camel’s back. It was quite ironic when he thought about it- women always say that they love humorous men when it comes to relationships. But that wasn’t something that Moe was thinking about in this current moment. No, instead he was thinking about what to do with Maya Fey.
The girl had barged into the circus tent early that morning, startling Moe and almost making him lose his balance on a big inflatable ball. On accident, this time. But once he was sure that he wasn’t going to topple over, Moe hopped off the ball and asked what Maya needed. He remembered her being the assistant to that lawyer who defended Max Galactica not too long ago- Wright was his name.
Nothing could prepare Moe for the shock that came with hearing that Maya wanted to become a circus clown.
“I think it’d be fun!” She said. “And you’re one of the best clowns around I know!”
Moe almost corrected her by saying that he was likely the only clown around she knew, but he kept quiet. 
Maya continued to blabber on and on about how she admired Moe and his sense of humor, gushing about how classy and hilarious his jokes were. Moe thought she was simply being patronizing, but if that was the case, she sure as hell was convincing. Moe let Maya finish speaking before he talked himself.
“I just don’t really understand,” Moe said, eyeing Maya up and down. “WHY do you want to be a clown? Of all the careers there are, you choose… this?”
“Didn’t I make it clear? I admire you so much!” Maya said cheerily. “What you do is super awesome- I wanna be like you!”
“Yeah, well, I think you’re choosing the wrong role model here. This job made my wife leave me! HAHAHAHAHA!” Moe laughed.
Maya just stared at him.
“God, I miss her…” Moe mumbled. “I mean uh, this job doesn’t pay that well. Are you sure? I could teach you something way better, like business management!”
Maya made a face. “No thank you. I appreciate your offer, and congratulations on your promotion, but I’ve made up my mind.”
Moe sighed. “Whatever floats your boat, I suppose. Are you sure that this is what you wanna do? You’re completely and totally up for the task?”
Maya nodded vigorously. “Of course! I am but your pupil, sir.”
Maya made an exaggerated bow, and Moe laughed. He then told Maya to come back to the circus at the same time tomorrow, to begin her training.
So now Moe was here, sitting in his office, thinking about what he should do with this situation. He truly didn’t want to turn down such a sweet girl and crush all of her dreams, but she had such a bright future ahead of her doing what she was currently doing. Moe couldn’t exactly remember what it was specifically, but he was sure that whatever it was, it was miles better than being a circus clown. Looking back, Moe sometimes couldn’t even remember what it was that initially motivated him to become a part of the circus. He always thought himself to be quite funny, so surely the logical conclusion after that was to disappoint his family and become a clown. 
Of course, they hadn’t been disappointed at the beginning, but that wasn’t the point.
The point was, this Fey girl had so much life to live- and part of Moe worried that she was actively throwing her life away by choosing this career path. But another thing tugged at him- if she truly was passionate about this, who was he to stop her from following her dreams? Moe could remember a time when he himself was like that. Zealous and passionate, full of piss and vinegar.
Moe laughed at the phrase inside his head. What a dumb saying. Maybe he’ll make a joke out of that one at the next performance that was to come.
Eventually, Moe found his answer, after several minutes of deep thought.
He was going to accept the request and teach Maya how to be an amazing clown.
He quickly got to work writing down tips and ideas for routines that she could perform, depending on what area of clownhood Maya wanted to focus on. What she had to learn in order to tell jokes was very different from what she had to learn in order to dance on an inflatable ball. Moe made sure to take note of this, as well as write down rough outlines of ideas for routines that Maya could perform. At around two in the morning, he decided to call it a night and go to bed. 
Kicking himself for going to sleep so late, Moe dragged himself out of bed at the crack of dawn so he could practice a bit before Maya arrived. Sure enough, as Moe was reciting some jokes he had freshly come up with, the girl returned and tapped him on the shoulder.
“Ah! Maya!” Moe said as cheerfully as physically possible as he turned around. “Glad to see you again. You really are committed, huh?”
Maya nodded rigorously. “Totally! I’m dedicated to this clown thing! What’s my first lesson?”
“Well, have you thought about what kind of clown you want to be?” Moe asked.
Maya stared at him. “I didn’t know that there’s different types of clowns.”
Moe chuckled. “Oh yeah, there’s lots! …Well, actually, there’s only about four I could think of, and one of them is a scary clown, which we’re not doing. So you can choose between a joke clown, a stunt clown, or a prank clown.”
“What do each of them do?” Maya asked.
“Jokes clowns tell jokes like I do,” Moe said. “Stunt clowns do stuff like balancing on a big inflatable ball while juggling. And prank clowns suffer pain for the enjoyment of others. HAHAHAHA! I’m kidding. Well, not really. They do stuff like falling over on purpose and throwing pie in each other’s faces. Technically, I dabble between all three, but since you’re a beginner, let’s choose just one for now.”
Maya closed her eyes and thought. Within a few moments, she opened them back up again and said “Okay, I choose prank clown.”
“Excellent choice!” Moe said excitedly. “Now, let’s get to your training. Follow me to my office.”
Maya trailed after Moe as he headed to his office. Once he went inside, he opened a closet that had a bunch of clown gear. He pulled out a purple suit with yellow stripes on it and big plastic buttons that looked like pink flowers, then handed it to Maya.
“This will be your suit. Wear it well, it is a symbol of honor.” Moe almost burst out laughing at the absurdity of what he was saying, but he really wanted to sell Maya on this. He didn’t want to crush her dreams.
Just as Moe expected, Maya lit up and thanked him, then grabbed the suit and ran to the bathroom to immediately put it on. Moe waited for a couple minutes before Maya came back out, wearing the suit and a gigantic smile.
“Can I get funny shoes too?” Maya asked.
“Sure thing,” Moe replied, digging through his closet. “How does blue sound?”
“Perfect!” Maya said.
Moe handed the gigantic clown shoes to Maya. “Anything else you’d like?”
Maya tapped her chin, thinking. “OH! Could I have a big nose like yours?”
Moe stared at Maya. “This is my real nose.”
Maya went quiet. A moment passed before she said, “Oh… I am so sorry…”
“Ha! It’s totally fine,” Moe laughed. He was trying his hardest to not lose his patience, but he hated thinking about his nose. Far too many people thought it was fake for his liking.
Maya quietly took off her current shoes and replaced them with the big, broad blue clown shoes. She walked around the office a bit, trying out how they felt.
“They’re way too big, but that’s the point, isn’t it?” Maya said. 
“It is indeed,” Moe said. “Now you seem to be all set. Follow me down to the main tent and we can begin your training.”
Maya did a silent cheer as she started to stumble her way back to the tent with Moe. Moe walked extra slowly so as to not leave Maya behind, but she got a hang of the shoes quicker than he expected. Maybe she is meant to have this job, Moe thought to himself. Hey, I’d be crazy if I were to judge!
By the time the two had returned to the main tent, there were some other performers with the circus who were already there practicing. Maya watched as three women made a human pyramid together in one corner of the tent. It was extremely intriguing to her. 
Moe turned around to face Maya for a moment. “Stay here for a bit, will you?”
“I’ll be right here!” Maya beamed.
Moe strained a smile and then hurried to the front of the tent to meet Max Galactica at the entrance, who was just walking in. Maya couldn’t hear their conversation, but from the looks of it, Moe was telling him something important. After a couple of minutes, Moe returned to Maya.
“So, where do we start?” Maya asked eagerly.
“First off, I’m going to teach you what could be one of the most important things to know when being a prank clown,” Moe said. “And that is… the humorous fall.”
Maya seemed confused, so Moe stepped back to demonstrate. He walked a few paces before stepping on his own shoes on purpose, thus tripping and falling over. As he fell, Moe kicked his back foot slightly to propel him forwards and exaggerate the fall, and stuck his arms out to break it so he didn’t get too seriously hurt. Moe then stood up and took a bow as Maya clapped for him.
“What you’re gonna want to do is force yourself to fall,” Moe said. “After you do that, push off of the leg that still has a bit of traction. That emphasizes your fall and makes it funnier.”
“Okay, let me try!” Maya said.
Maya then followed suit in a similar fashion, tripping over her huge shoes and then falling over.
“Not bad, not bad,” Moe critiqued. “But you aren’t pushing forwards enough. Pushing off and forwards really gives the fall that oomph that audiences want. Practice again.”
Maya did as she was told, with her form only being slightly better this time.
“All right, practice your falls when you get the chance,” said Moe.
“I don’t get it…” Maya stated as she got up and dusted herself off. “Why do we want to break our fall? Wouldn't actually getting hurt be more funny?”
Moe snorted slightly. “You’re right, it would. But healthcare is too damn expensive in this country for us to be able to fall like you normally would. HAHAHAHAHAHA!”
Maya looked a little bit disdained by that comment, so Moe coughed curtly and changed the subject.
“Ahem. Um, there’s different ways you can fall too, to switch things up so as to not be too repetitive in your routine,” Moe told Maya.
Moe then proceeded to show Maya how to fall to her side and how to fall backwards, as well as showcased the many different ways that one can slip on a banana peel. Moe explained the use of the banana peel and its significance to the clown act in a circus. Needless to say, Maya was truly enjoying her time learning how to perform in the circus. The magical glow in her eyes that was present when she was investigating the circus with Phoenix all that time ago had since returned, livening her attitude and keeping her cheery. Maybe Moe was disillusioned, but for the life of him he couldn’t figure out why Maya was so happy about this. He guessed that she was going to quit the whole ordeal sometime within the week.
Moe watched as Maya practiced her falls, mesmerized by her determination. Eventually, he snapped back to his senses.
“Um, I think that’s enough for now,” Moe said eventually. “Here, follow me. You can learn how to throw pies next.”
Maya beamed and wiped her hands on her pants, then followed Moe outside the tent. Directly outside of it stood three targets and a small stack of tin pie pans.
“Here is where I practice throwing pies,” Moe said. He picked up one of the tin pans, lifted it to his shoulder, and chucked it right at the target. It hit right in the center.
“That was awesome!” Maya cried. “How’d you do it?”
“Practice, of course,” said Moe. “And look-” Moe picked up one of the pie pans from the stack.
“We don’t have actual pies in them so we don’t waste resources, but we do have dirt packaged inside of them sealed with cling wrap and tape,” Moe said. He titled the pan to show Maya. Sure enough, there was a layer of cling wrap on the top of the pan, secured in place with duct-tape. Below the plastic wrap, inside the pan was a layer of dirt that filled the pan to about halfway. Moe handed the pan to Maya.
“Wow, it weighs almost like a real pie!” she said. “That’s super smart.”
Moe grinned. “Thanks, I came up with it myself. Now, throw that pan at the target, following my lead.”
Maya nodded and did as Moe did- raising the pan to her shoulder and chucking it as hard as she could. It landed near the left of the target.
“Almost,” Moe said encouragingly. “A little more to the right. Focus your eyes on the center of the target, at the bullseye.”
Maya retrieved her pan and tried again, getting closer to the center this time.
“Good!” Moe said. “Practice this and your falls for a little bit. Can I trust you to not burn down the establishment while I go work out some finances?”
“You can count on me, boss!” Maya said, straightening up and saluting at Moe, before proceeding to almost hit a nearby animal trainer in the head with a bad throw.
Moe grimaced. Part of him didn’t know how much he could count on Maya. She had ambition, but she was excitable at times. And new.
Moe headed inside the tent and eventually found Benjamin Woodman, who was aimlessly watching Max practice his magic tricks. Moe could’ve sworn he saw some scorn in his eyes.
“Ben,” Moe called. Ben looked up.
“Would you mind watching over the girl practicing pie-throws outside? She’s a newbie, I don’t really trust her to not knock someone unconscious,” Moe said.
Ben nodded and got up from his spot on the floor, exiting the tent without a word.
“Sometimes I wonder why I don’t fire these airheads,” Moe muttered to himself as he headed to his office. 
~~~
Maya picked up another pie pan and lobbed it at the target. It was slightly above the bullseye.
“So close!” she said to herself. She went to grab the three pans that she had just thrown, retrieving them from the grass. She then stacked them on top of the other pans that sat on the ground beside her.
Truth be told, Maya was having the time of her life. She was learning so much in such a short period of time, and for the first time in what felt like forever, she was learning about something that she actually cared about and wanted to learn. This wasn’t at all like her spirit medium lessons back in Khura’in. 
Maya threw another pie pan at one of the targets as a man in a white coat holding a ventriloquist dummy walked outside and started watching her.
“Oh, hello!” Maya said cheerily as she lobbed another pan. The man simply nodded at her.
Maybe he’s scared of my good arm! Maya thought confidently. She tossed another pan and then went to retrieve it.
The man watched her every move wordlessly, his expression unchanged and static.
“So, uh, what’s your name?” Maya asked, becoming increasingly nervous from being watched.
The man avoided eye contact, but in turn the puppet placed its wooden hand on its hip and spoke.
“The name is Trilo Quist,” the puppet said. “And this big oaf is Ben. Who’s asking?”
“M-Maya Fey…” Maya muttered. The man didn’t seem to move his mouth at all when the puppet spoke for him. Maya was impressed- the man must have lots of skill.
“Tell me Maya, why are you doing this… pan-throwing thingy? Don’t you have something better to do?” asked Trilo.
Gee, what a character! Maya thought to herself. “Eh, no, I was told to practice my pie throws. Mr. Moe said I should, actually.”
“Mr. Moe? Ha! A fool like that doesn’t need a respective title,” Trilo joked. 
Maya looked at him as she threw another pie pan. For some reason, that statement made her angry. “I’ll have you know that Mr. Moe has been nothing but kind and respectful of my goals here, not to mention very supportive and eager to teach me what it means to be a clown.”
“Whatever floats your boat, I suppose,” Trilo shrugged. Ben still refused to make eye contact. 
Maya threw another pie pan. “Why are you here anyways? I mean this in the nicest way possible, but if you’re just going to be here to insult my teacher, I’d rather you leave me be.”
“Your teacher, who is also my boss, I’ll have you know, instructed me to watch over you here,” Trilo said matter-of-factly. “He doesn’t trust you to not burn something down.”
“Har har,” Maya muttered. She wasn’t sure how much she liked this Trilo fellow. Surely the Ben guy was far nicer anyways.
“Why do you talk so much and Ben doesn’t?” Maya inquired as she retrieved her pie pans once more.
“That’s because Ben doesn’t have anything interesting to say,” Trilo said confidently.
Maya rolled her eyes as she stacked the pie pans once more and started to head back into the tent.
“Hey, where are you headed?” Trilo cried. “I’m not supposed to let you out of my sight!”
Probably because your regular job isn’t that important, Maya thought. “I’m just going inside so I can practice falling now.”
Maya could’ve sworn she heard snickering coming from the dummy, but she decided to ignore it. She found herself an empty section of the tent to practice in, wedged between some animal trainers and a magician. Maya cleared some of the sharp rocks and dirt from the ground and started to practice as Ben and Trilo watched her again.
As she practiced her falls, she wondered if Moe was going to come back. And she wondered how Phoenix was doing. And She wondered if Moe was proud of her. And she wondered if this was all a stupid idea.
“…Are ya sure you’re not getting hurt?” Trilo asked suddenly. “Because I’m pretty sure Moe will be a little more than ticked if he found that I was complacent in hurting a newbie. Even though you getting hurt should be your fault.”
“I promise, I’m okay,” Maya strained. Something about this Trilo guy made her irrationally irritated. Not to mention, if she remembered correctly, he was kind of a creep anyways. Maya wondered if it was the puppeteer or the puppet itself that was a creep. She settled on the idea of it being both of them.
“Alright, alright, I was just checking…” Trilo said. He sounded offended.
Maya was becoming increasingly irked by Trilo, but she tried her hardest not to let it bother her. She breathed deep in between her trips and falls, grounding herself before each time. After a little while, Maya was getting a tad bored.
“I’m sure you wouldn’t mind if I looked around the circus a bit, would you?” Maya asked Trilo more than Ben.
“I would mind, actually,” Trilo proclaimed. “You can’t walk around unattended.”
“So escort me,” Maya said, putting a hand on her hip.
Ben looked increasingly uncomfortable. After a long pause, Trilo eventually muttered “Fine.”
The pair that was more of a trio started to walk around the circus. Maya watched the magician Max Galactica, Phoenix’s old client, practice his magic tricks. She watched as he cut a box in half and fiddled with some pieces of cloth that were tied together into one long string. Maya didn’t really understand how any of that related to being a magician, but he seemed to know what he was doing. 
Maya then went to look at the animal tamers. Ben and Trilo stayed around thirty feet away from the animals, much to Maya’s suspicion. She assumed it had something to do with the lion scandal that happened all that time ago. Maya watched as a tiger jumped through hoops and a woman rode on an elephant. Regina Berry, the lead animal trainer, was cheering the creatures on as they performed their tricks. Maya smiled. Regina looked like she was having so much fun.
Maya eventually lost track of time and realized that she had been on too long of a break when she found that Ben and Trilo were nowhere to be found and Moe was approaching her.
“Maya!” Moe called. “Maya, come out to the front of the tent please. I need to talk with you.”
Maya hesitated. She was a little nervous. Had she done something wrong? Did Trilo and Ben tell on her? Did they say that she hadn’t been practicing? Maya swallowed nervously and went to the entrance of the tent.
“Maya, I just wanted to thank you for your dedication,” Moe said. “Not too many people stick around this long, believe it or not. So I admire you for keeping with it.”
“Oh, uh, thanks!” Maya grinned. “I’m actually having a lot of fun.”
Moe reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box. “Here. I wanted to give you this. As a reward- and since you did want to have one of your own.”
Maya opened the box and inside was a classic red rubber clown nose. She gasped and immediately popped it on her face, laughing at how it felt on her.
“How do I look?” Maya asked, spinning in a circle.
“Like an absolute fool,” Moe smiled. “So, I trust you’ll come back here at the same time tomorrow?”
“Yes sir!” Maya said, saluting Moe. “You can count on me!”
Moe laughed. “Get out of here. Go home, have some dinner, say hi to that Wright guy for me.”
“I will!” Maya said as she started to run home.
She had oh so conveniently forgotten about the clown shoes that were still on her feet, tripping over them when she had gotten no more than thirty feet from the circus tent.
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Ive made through chapters 4-7 today and good god, I feel like i had basically nothing to say about acotar as I was reading it but with this book theres so much to talk about for some reason, its wild. Truly, I did not realize how much I liked Feyre in the first book until I was under threat of losing her
Now, I will say that Feyre seems in-character so far, shes still the same woman but traumatized, but I am worried for her. Tamlin is a whole different story though, SJM might as well shoot him dead right in front of me for how thoroughly hes being character assassinated. Like, if Tamlin actually cares about Feyre as a person and not just in a douchy, possessive alphahole way, which he should because Tamlin was not that kind of guy previously, then he would force Feyre to train so she can defend herself if necessary, not forbid her from it. Even if he didnt want her to use her magical powers, surely he would make her practice with her knife or with a sword or even with her bow just to be safe, because hes not always gonna be there
I think his actions do continue to make sense if you look at them from his perspective, but I also maintain that he's doing a really bad job at responding to Feyre. But also, its so laughably obvious what sjm is doing by having Tamlin say shit like "you were stolen from me", shes trying to paint him as some objectifying asshole. Even Lucien calling her "Tamlin's bride" feels like its part of all this, and I know Ianthe is gonna turn out to be a traitor and a rapist at some point, so it really comes across as an attempt to villify the entire spring court for its association with Tamlin
Speaking of Lucien, I genuinely think part of the reason Feylin is doing so badly in this book is that his dynamic with Tamlin is completely different now. For some reason hes all like "oh, my High Lord" instead of "my good friend Tamlin", he suddenly cant say a word against him when he was talking to shit to him just a few months ago in-uinverse. Like, if their dynamic was the same as it was in acotar, Lucien wouldve probably been like "hey man, I know youre stressed and I get it, I know what its like to watch the love of my life get brutally murdered I dont know what its like to have her magically ressurected again but thats neither here nor there, but Feyre is clearly not happy being inside all day and you need a break, go take her out on a date in the woods, I'll stay here and take care of everything, dont even worry about it" or gotten him to comprise with Feyre or chill tf out or SOMETHING but because theres suddenly this rigid hierarchy in the spring court in order to make the night court look better
Speaking of the night court, Ive heard some stuff about it feeling very orientalist but it still managed to completely blindsight me with its badness. Feyre got fucking harem pants to wear, really? And a short-sleeved croptop, and no fucking shoes, probably because Rhys didnt want Feyre throwing shoes at him again. That was the one moment in this book that brought me genuine joy btw, I would read a thousand fanfics about her just throwing shit at him
Anyway, speaking of my guy (derogatory) Rhysand Nolastname, hes so incredibly annoying I dont even have any coherent thoughts about him right now, like, if I were to write down what I think of him I would just write "he fuckinh pisses me off" over and over again. Im actually a really big fan of edgy shadow bois, but only if theyre like, sad and angry and closed off, if theyre like Rhysand and theyre all flirty and teasing and cocky and shit, theyre just annoying and nothing else. And the romance has barely even started yet, I cant imagine how much worse the flirting is gonna get later. Not to mention all these desperate and obvious attempts by sjm to make him sympathetic and morally good now, its honestly pretty pathetic
Now Im gonna be real with you, I didnt get a lot of sleep yesterday and I can feel myself and the things Im writing getting less and less coherent, so Im just gonna hit you with the very last of my thoughts bullet point style
The fact that Amarantha apparently didnt actually go rogue and it was all part of Hybern's plan feels misogynistic ngl
Ianthe's entire character already feels so misogynistic and slutshame-y and she hasnt even assaulted anyone yet
Something about Mor bothers me, I cant quite put my finger on it but its there. I think I do like her for annoying Rhys though
God, Im gonna have so much to say about the Illyrians but for now, its awfully bold of Rhysand to be like "they wasted no time throwing themselves before her feet" when THATS WHAT HE DID
Thats it for now
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Heimdall x reader
protecting a fire with bare hands pt 5.
I'm having so much fun writing my own take on a reader and Heimdall God, I'm back you guys and I promise Astarion will come back. tagging @loki-love @pkkkkk853456 @slaying69696969 @starke3y @itskrispykremer @gladiolus1010 @tao-tgsh @mother-mozquito zjust in case they would like to continue reading :D
in this chapter, there is a lot more action lol in a way there isn't much Heimdall that I wanted the reader to figure out about herself, and also yes there is more Heimdall next chapter. later in chapters that i am working on people will mistake reader with having hallucinations you'll see why because of Brok Wc: 5.k
----------good luck babe------
    It had been weeks, and you hadn’t seen Heimdall at all. Well, you didn’t care. 
  The keepers of Black Thunder were your home now and they were your family. Your adopted mother brought you water a towel and scissors. “Are you sure?” You nodded “Please may?” She only huffed “But you have such healthy hair” she patted your hair “Yes but, I just, need to, and I have to go to the All-Father, I have a request and you won’t be seeing me..for a while” May had snipped the scissors and gasped “Oh dear im so sorry!” She looked at the patch of hair and shook her head “But, leaving? Really? Like- Asgard? You haven’t been outside this realm before! You could be killed!” You only laughed “Mother I’ll be just fine. I’ve been trained by the best.” She smiled and nodded “Yes and you are…stronger than anyone I know.” 
   After an hour or two she finished your hair “There…all finished” You looked at yourself and bit your lip “Can we spike it up a bit” Oh bless your adopted mother’s soul she clenched her scissors so tightly. “Spike. It up?” You nodded “Please” she only sighed and grabbed some grease, “Would this look of yours have anything to do with Heimdall?” You clenched the chair's armrests tightly at the mention of his name, the bowl of water rippling like Gulltoppr walked into the room herself. You shook your head “Listen dear, you mustn’t let what happened make you feel lesser than him, Odin put you there cause he saw something in you.” You felt her kiss your cheek “And when Heimdall first sat at that table across from you, he saw something-…someone worth talking to. And he hates…everyone.” You shook your head “Apparently he didn’t foresee that I was a ‘leech’” 
   She only hummed and you stood up finally happy. “Goodness, what will I do with you?” She sighed walking out of your room with the bowl with your hair in it. You went to the wardrobe and grabbed a tunic. It had blue and gold aspects to it, it screamed Asgard, you’d have to find something new. You looked down at your ring the all father had gifted you, sitting on a shelf as the Bifrost in it gleamed, Bifrost always reminded you of Him, the protector of Bifrost, h-…hei- ugh. You couldn’t even conjure up his name if you wanted to. 
   Closing the wardrobe you walked away, before opening it again and taking the ring and your sword, Yes you got a sword. A gift from The all-father, the blade was from a different realm, found it in Tyr temple, and it was still in mint condition, Odin had given it to you and you hadn’t opened it since. It was no Hofud but that didn’t matter, you didn’t care, normal or not. You tied it to your belt, preferring to use your leftover your right. You left The Black Thunder doors waving to those who had bowed their heads and walked outside, the air was clean and the sun was shining. This was the day, nothing could ruin it. 
  “Finally.” You spoke too soon, stopping your stride, you let out a breath through your nose, looking ahead of you. With a growling expression was a giant feline dressed in jewels and gold armor even her nails seemed to have golden casings maybe to stop her from ripping furniture. Your eyes trailed up and yep, there he was, Asgard's protector. Heimdalls hair was put up in braids and suddenly he dropped his Half bitten apple on the ground, you rolled your eyes at the wastefulness and picked it up giving it to the vicious-looking feline whose glare turned into a full dark pupil as she eyed the food, the blue that pierced everyone shrinking as she looked up at you purring softly, she knew you very well. 
   You had had the chance to once be snapped at by her when Heimdall tricked you into giving her an apple, it wasn’t on purpose just her mouth was much bigger than an apple and your hand. It made you shriek and gave Heimdall a laugh but then he noticed you never tried to get close to her again, so when you were talking to him as he got her saddle ready he took your hand and pressed it on her nose, letting her smell you…know you. 
  The majestic beast waited for an okay of sorts from you guess Heimdall, you sighed and looked up “Can she have this?” You asked and he turned to look at you then back at his nails “That’s more like it, asking before you try and feed my Gulltoppr anything.” Heimdall whistled softly and the girl licked your hand before gently taking the apple, and back into her fierce stance she went. You looked up at Heimdall who after a second confused on the holdup looking at you looked into your mind, “So you're not gonna speak?” He rolled his eyes “The All Father asked me to bring you to his study, so I am going to escort you there on Gulltoppr since it is fast.” 
   Without protest you hopped on the beast leaning back against your arms as she trotted along, you felt her lungs expand under your legs, and her growls and roars vibrated within you, it was always comforting riding her, because you knew you’d be safe, protected from everyone who was ever mean to you. You just didn’t realize the person who trained her would be one of them. Heimdall had straightened up, he looked over his shoulder “You’re making a mistake.” You rolled your eyes he continued when you didn’t speak “Putting the Midgardians inside the walls will only put them in more trouble than it’s worth. I’m trying to advise you not to take that approach.” You took a deep inhale. “As your superior, I would like you to stay out of my mind and not stick your nose into something that doesn’t concern you.” Heimdall stopped Gulltoppr from the first half of the sentence 
  “It concerns me this is my home, I protect it, you do not, you help it progress, The All Father explained that here, you will do whatever it is in your power to help Asgard succeed and I will do whatever it takes to keep it safe. You will fail in your attempt to implement them into our walls. I won’t be there to help clean up your mess” 
   Gritting your teeth you hopped off Gulltoppr and walked with Heimdall riding beside you his eyes didn’t peek into your mind again. You approached the Great Lodge Heimdall hopped off of Gulltoppr and walked beside you “All father is in the middle of a conversation, I suggest we wait before we go to talk to him.” You stopped walking and Heimdall looked at you confused. “Well, I guess we’ll wait here,” he said but you put your hand up “There is no we.” Heimdall closed his eyes and looked ahead of him. “Then I will stay here and wait too.” The door to the Great Lodge opened and Sif came out of it holding her stomach trying to catch a breath of fresh air. 
   You turned watching and Heimdall didn’t even spare a glance. Walking past him you approached Sif and slowly putting a hand on her shoulder she gasped and let out an apologetic laugh “I’m sorry, I’m so out of it.” You smiled “What’s wrong?” You asked 
   Heimdall had emerged from behind you standing at your side watching Sif, she looked down “I just- I miss my sons. I wish I could say goodbye…the last thing I did was fight with them.” She sobbed and turned away from you with your hand falling at your side, looking at Heimdall he rolled his neck and said “She and Thor fought it seems” You looked at Sif and grabbed her hand “Don’t worry…it’ll be okay.” With that she looked at you, her tears stopping and you smiled before leaving her and entering the great lodge. 
  Heimdall followed behind you “What are you thinking? I see cogs turning in your head.” You growled swatting at the air with your hand like he was a bee. In your ear “Didn’t I say Not to read my mind anymore?” Heimdall laughed “I don’t care what you think of yourself and your ‘superiority’ I’m going to look inside of there and figure it out…” Heimdall stopped “You’re leaving?” 
   You stopped and looked down “I have to.” Heimdall rolled his eyes “You've never been outside this realm! You don’t even know anything from Asgard.” You shook your head “Why do you give a damn? You want me gone.” With that he fell silent and you continued to Odin's study Heimdall had told you to wait but you were annoyed and you opened the door and Odin looked at you, he smiled 
   “I was just going to instruct Huginn to fetch you two, come on in dear.” You took a deep breath and walked in, Heimdall closed the door behind you. You watch him walk behind the desk and stand next to Odin.
  Odin laughed “I’m sorry but he had to be here too, you both are partners in this, is that…not good?” Heimdall squinted at the floor “No All Father it’s perfect” you reassured him, “So let’s hear it, I hear you wanted to talk to me about plans for the future and I am excited to hear what you have planned.” You took a deep breath and walked to the desk, this was even worse with Heimdall next to him, his purple eyes getting wider as he pierced your mind, waiting for you to slip up. You closed your eyes thinking.
 it was dangerous to think.
   You then stood up straight, you weren’t going to be intimidated, putting your arms behind your back you looked into Odin's eye and spoke. 
“Sir, I’ve been thinking about the opportunity you gave me, the army we are training, and the trust you want to build with the people, I represent the people inside these walls and beyond these walls…” 
  Odin had sat back and given you his undivided attention, closing his book and folding his hands over his lap, you looked at Heimdall waiting for him to retort but he only kept his stern gaze.
“There’s no doubt you’ve given the midgardians a home, but they need more.” 
  Heimdall scoffed “We have given them safety. They have homes, food supplies, all of it.” Odin nodded “Heimdalls right.” He sighed “What more must I do?” 
  “Just because they are thankful to you doesn’t mean they trust you…or worship you. Trust is more valuable than any gold, outside these walls are many enemies and they do not know how to defend themselves, they need medical care also, many are sick with flus and need just a bit more than what they have. I want to-“ 
 Odin put up his hand and beckoned Heimdall to put his head near him as he whispered in his ear, Heimdall looked at Odin and nodded, and looked back at you. Heimdall bowed and left. You felt tension released from the room. “There, now speak freely don’t sound so formal.” You smiled and sat down on the chair and put your hands on the table
   “I want to give them home, inside the walls where they’ll feel safe, cared about. Heimdall thinks it’s more trouble than it’s worth.” Odin laughed, “The amount of cleaning his pets' armor takes is also more trouble than it’s worth.” You smiled, Odin sighed and wrote on a paper “I will think about it, I can’t say I will have an answer soon.” He said looking at you, you nodded “That’s perfect cause, I want to request something.” He raised his brow “yes?”
  You took a deep breath “I want to leave Asgard, I want to go and find myself, and find Magnis and Modi’s bodies, to bring some closure for Thor and Sif.” Odin's face was unreadable, he only lifted his hand calling Huginn to his side he only smiled and grabbed your hand “Walk with me?” You nodded and suddenly ravens circled you, Heimdall had stepped into the circle. 
‘Odin must’ve called him back’
    The ground changed and you were now standing on wet stone looking around. There were vibrant colors, but it wasn’t Vanaheim, the stories described Vanaheim as humid and heavy in plants. There was snow that peaked mountains and around you was water…yes water, it was under you every movement of it was in tune with you, you took a breath and let go, the water would take your nerves and your burdens for now. You looked at The All-Father, who opened his arms “This my dear is Midgard.” You smiled and ran to the ledge “Oh my Gods! Holy Shit! Oh-“ you covered your mouth “I’m sorry it’s just-…I’ve never been outside of Asgard.” You turned to Odin but his smile didn’t falter. Heimdall looked between you both, feeling like he was just a third wheel almost like you both ignored him.
   Odin turned towards the large statue of a man with a spear, you walked next to him and looked up “Tyr?” You asked and he nodded “Yes, and this was his temple.” Heimdall approached you both standing a little ways back and looked up at the statue, his stomach turning in a way he could not describe, maybe it was grief? Foolish thought though Tyr was a traitor making people see him as superior to their father. It was impossible to miss a traitor. Odin shook out of a trance and looked at you “Now it’s your temple.” You looked at him then back up and back at him your smile fading  “What?” Heimdall stepped up “But all father…” he said standing next to you Odin sighed “Sja Hvat-…both of you, relax. You want to search for Magni and Modi don’t you?” You nodded, Heimdall looked at you, his brow twitching “Magni and Modi? They’re dead.” You looked at him “I-“ 
  Heimdall scoffed “This is ridiculous- you're leaving Asgard when it needs  you, already it’s been a few weeks it’s time for you to take charge. Are you really being so stupid to waste your time searching for their bones? what are you running from?” Suddenly there was a sound that made you flinch looking at Heimdall. His head was facing away from you, his hand on his cheek. 
   Odin sighed and shook his hand as if he was suffering from the pain “That is no way to talk to someone Heimdall.” Heimdall only held his face, his lip shook and he bowed “Sorr-“  but Odin had turned away walking towards the doors of the temple, you looked at Heimdall seeing the way he shrunk behind you…hiding. You turned your head slightly feeling your heart ache. No time for that now, he hates when people take pity on him. 
   After a few minutes you shook it off and walked to the doors that Odin had opened. Walking inside you looked around, it was long abandoned, fires were still burning but there were cobwebs and other things, “Well, this is where I leave you to explore, oh and- here.” Odin grabbed Heimdalls hand and yours. mumbling a spell “there, when you find the boy's remains or you're ready to come home, just reach for Heimdall.” You looked at your hand runes showing up on your hand, that reminds you, you haven’t got your own tattoos. 
  Odin smiled as ravens circled him “See you, Protector of The Nine Realms.” You looked up and gasped “Wait, how do I reach for Heimdall?!” But they were gone, you flopped your hands on your legs “Alright…” You looked around…
“Alright.” 
    It had been a few nights trying to understand the layout of the realm and where you would need to look.
    You had found a door while walking the bottom deck passing a boat dock, someone must’ve taken it. You walked inside and saw a sand bowl. You looked up and scratched your head, pulling out a journal with writings on it. You realized it was a riddle. Looking up at the word you wrote in the sand bowl with your fingers, suddenly things started shaking and the ground started to move. Suddenly you were descending on the walls were beautiful murals and paintings. 
  You fiddled with your ring watching how The paintings depicted Tyr as a god of war, of peace. How he traveled realms and traveled places out of the nine realms, meeting with gods…giants. You watched the painting of Tyr and-…his family disappear as you went down, that painting was considerably dark, faded…old. “Must’ve been a long time without seeing them…” You said your voices echoing back to you. The floor stopped and in front of you was a bunch of rings, you looked around the place, it seemed things were open already. 
   You looked at the tree roots covering the walls, you approached a shelf opening a book and blowing away the dust coughing a bit, the book contained pictures- no symbols? 
  You sounded out a word “hy-ro-glyph-phics?” You grabbed another book and opened it, the writing was scribbled with runes and cyphers and spells. You closed it holding the books in between your arm and side, speaking to yourself cause well it was lonely. “Did a lot of research, didn't you Týr?” You saw a long chair and smiled, setting your books down for later. 
   You approached a hall that led into this room full of riches, but those didn’t catch your eye, you approached a statue who’s arm and head was missing along with some broken pottery, leaning down you picked up a piece of coin “..Hacksilver.” You whispered. You grabbed the head, weighing a bit more than you initially thought, looking into the face you smiled feeling along the eyes and placed it next to the statue's torso “There, back to where you belong…somewhat.” 
   Turning you stopped, it was a weapons wall mounted were spears, sickles,a large sword almost like Magnis but from another realm, in fact none of these weapons looked even close to the weapons you’ve seen, but you’ve only ever known Aesir craftsmanship, the most unique one was mjolnir and Hofud both weapons  being mastered by sons of Odin, but two weapons were missing. Looking at the outline of the first one it was long, and seemed to be a staff.
   But you felt your side tingle when you saw the outline of the same shape of the sword Odin gave you, looking down at your hip you untied it and grabbed the blade still covered by the hard case, taking a deep breath you lined it up closing one eye and it was perfect. Looking at it you took your left hand and went to pull it out of its cover…but it didn’t budge. You tried again, hunching over it but it was like it was sealed. Odin wouldn’t have given you a useless sword, right? 
   You shook your head and turned to leave but you noticed a book the cover long worn out but hanging from it was a gold engraved ring on a red string, you opened it and the first page said Journal #1, this was Týrs. You stuffed it under your arm and continued back to the top grabbing the other books. 
    After reading some of the books you decided to head outside. You headed down to the lake and sighed, how were you gonna get off this damn bridge? Closing your eyes you took a deep breath and focused. “I won’t fall, I won't fall.” Taking a step you felt your foot sinking but you didn’t fall in, this was a great opportunity for you to figure all of it out. Without Heimdall, without the All Father…without Asgard. You took another step and though you felt the water seep through your shoes you were walking on water, sorta. 
    ——
  You looked at the giant corpse in front of you, Thamur. You looked at the dead eyes of the giant and took a long swallow of spit, it took you weeks but this was the last place to search, the body had been disturbed causing the structures and ice to collapse blocking openings. You looked down “dammit!” You yelled looking down but something caught your eye, water but when does water not catch your eye but this was different the water was only a small stream, but it was going up, which wasn’t supposed to be possible. You leaned down and looked up along the stream as it led into a small crack between the ice, you jogged over and got on all fours crawling through it, it was dark your eyes needed to adjust and just as soon as you got in you slipped and almost fell into an abyss of dark grabbing onto the icy ledge the ice burning with cold through your fingers. You gathered yourself but the water had turned to the left. Something said follow…so you did.
    Though it took a long time you found yourself at a gap, but sitting in front of you no doubt was remains, old, but next to it laid a sword…big and silver your heart burned and your blood pumped to your ears ‘Magni’ 
   You looked down, you couldn’t make this jump…maybe you didn’t have to, looking around you, everything was ice. You cracked your knuckles and neck putting up your hands “Ice is just water…ice is just water…come on girl!” You shook your hand “Don’t freeze, flow. Yea, flow…flooww” you said pushing at the ground with your hands. Waiting for a good five seconds nothing happened, you looked up “Nope? Okay just gotta feel it with your heart come on.” You put your arms up “Flooooooooowwwwww” 
   …nothing, not even a crack…
  Letting out a frustrated scream “For the love of The All Father, Fucking flow!” You screamed, suddenly the ice completely melted falling down into the gap filling it with water. You smiled “Yes!” You continued on jumping in the water “oh! Oh- cold!” You gasped immediately swimming to the other side and climbing up.
    Your victory was short lived though because minus the sounds of your inner thoughts congratulating you, there was nothing else, just silence. The stream had started going in the right direction of gravity falling off the ledge behind you, it only felt right to say thank you, it seemed like it led you to where you needed to go. You looked at the body in front of you, wiping your face. The cold surroundings must’ve kept it from decomposing completely. Taking a deep breath you picked up the sword and laid it on him, noticing the way his face had been split in two, you closed your eyes trying not to think about it. About who could’ve done this. 
   You took a deep breath, tears emerging from your eyes. 
“Reach for Heimdall” you repeated and you lifted your hand that Odin wrote on, waving it around searching for touch, something…when you opened your eyes someone was holding your hand and you pulled, coming from the tear in the realm Heimdall came through. “Figured it out?” He asked, you nodded looking down at Magni, “There he is…” you whispered.
   Heimdall and you stayed quiet. You were going to speak but he beat you to it “He was always a brute.” You looked at Heimdall, he only chuckled “When he was born, everything seemed alright. He was healthy and fat like his father for fucks sake just— super big.” He wiped his mouth. “When I first held him, he had my finger in his little hands, he chewed on it. And those eyes, full of trouble. But his mind was so clean, so pure…so new.” You had made a little movement that snapped Heimdall out of his own thoughts; his face went from soft back to blank. “Anyway, We’re better without them anyway they're useless. Are you coming home?” You shook your head “I have to find modi and- I’m not homesick yet” you shrugged. Heimdall nodded and suddenly ravens circled him and Magnis remains. 
   Just like that he was gone.
You stared ahead of you with a shock expression. 
‘We’re better without them…’
‘What?’
   You scratched your lip picking at the scar that Heimdall had gifted you, “how could he say that?” You said to yourself pacing back and forth picking even more at your healed scar. “Useless? Is that really what they think? Of their own?!” You were so enveloped in your mind you didn’t hear the Ice cracking like your nerves, looking down there was water dampening the ground, snapping out of your thoughts you turned and saw water rushing from cracks between the ice. 
‘Shit, did I do that?’ You shook your head.
Putting your arms up you focused on trying to make it stop “Stop stop! No.” You begged it, not sure how to stop it. “Just because my tears are running doesn’t mean you should!” You yelled at the water. And it stopped holding it in place. you smiled “Good.” But there was a noise, looking behind you there was something breaking the ice, sounds coming from the other side. If you moved, this whole place would come crashing. 
   Busting through the wall was an ogre tall and white fur looking at you, eyes red and thirsty for blood. You dropped your arms and sprinted to the same way you came in, the ogre was running towards you, the place shook and ice fell crashing next to you as you dodged it, water was shooting through the walls the pressure of it shooting it out at you with so much force it sent you to the floor, gasping for air you turned on your back before you got grabbed by your arm rough large hands digging into your skin, your adrenaline was so high you didn’t feel your bones breaking. Looking you in the face was the ogre, its breath heavy with stench you couldn’t imagine. You looked down at your sword and tried to draw it but it still wouldn’t budge grunting out of frustration. You pulled harder but it was to no avail. 
  The ceiling of ice came crashing down and the ogre was hit dropping you and the ice blocked it from getting to you. You fell on your back letting out a wheeze, your stomach shooting with pain. You looked up at the sky the light was comforting, your arm throbbed with pain making your brain feel numb, things got blurry and you turned your head to the right..
‘Is that a leopard?’ You thought and looking at you with bright purple eyes was a leopard. It stood on a piece of ceiling, it looked at you…waiting. And it looked like Heimdall…you were going crazy. But what other choice did you have, pushing yourself up you approached it and it scampered away through a crack you followed pushing yourself through the wall, it felt like it was getting smaller but since the ice was melting it was moldable to your form pushing through it led you outside, running away from the collapsing chamber of ice. 
   You made it to the shore you felt weak though, looking for the cat you couldn’t find it. Looking at your arm it was purple and bending in an impossible way, the adrenaline had worn off and you fell on your side, closing your eyes. 
——
   You woke up laying on something comfy, looking around you heard metal banging against metal, were you home? No, you’re still in Midgard…weren’t you?
“Oh I’m glad you're awake. You were quite beat up when I found you.” You turned your head and screamed sitting up “Who- who are you?!” You said reaching for your sword but it was gone. The dwarf put his hands up “Oh- I didn’t mean to scare you! I mean that’s quite offensive that when you first look at me you scream but-“
  You grabbed him by his armor “What did you do with my sword?” You growled, he stuttered but pointed over to a table “It was dirty so we cleaned it.” He stammered “you might wanna let 'em go! Or he’ll barf on ya.” You looked over at another dwarf who was blue, letting go of the other he only gagged and grabbed a cloth rubbing at the spot you held him. Sighing, you shook your head “I’m sorry, i-…thank you for helping me.”
  The dwarf nodded “Well I saw your sword and if you're a friend of týr than-“ you laughed “Týr? That sword was given to me by The All Father.” Suddenly the Dwarf face twisted “Odin? The enslaver, the manipulator, the most inhumane person ever, gave you…That sword?” You furrowed your brows “You hold your tongue, That is the king of the Aesir.” You got up and though you stumbled a few steps you stood up straight and walked to the table the blue dwarf grabbed it “Before you storm out of here, just look at er.” You rolled your eyes “Dwarf, give me my sword.” 
“My names Brok.” You sighed calming down  “…Brok. Please give it to me.” He let it go and you picked it up “How did you get it open, I can’t even use it in battle.” You asked and Brok shrugged “Weapons are more than just tools, they’re something to be respected and taken care of. Have you tried asking the sword what's wrong?”
   You laughed but nobody else was laughing “Wait- you serious?” He nodded “Try it-“ you tied your sword to your side “Maybe later, where am I? Am I in Midgard?” 
  The other dwarf stayed silent “I don’t know if I should help another Odin fanatic.” You scoffed “Odin pulled me from my own doom, I had no one, and he saved me, my parents were dead. I’m not a fanatic…” Brok laughed, “Sindri the girl ain’t dangerous, she can’t even open her own sword.” 
  Sindri went to the shelf dusting it “Yea and she can find her own way back.” You sighed “Look, I’m sorry. You went out of your way but I am not a danger to you, I won’t put you at risk.” Sindri hummed “Uh huh-…” 
   you walked up behind Sindri making him gasp and turn looking at you “Don’t creep up on me like that!” You kneeled down and bowed your head “I promise, I just- I want to get back to Midgard, I’m looking for The remains of Modi, and I’m trying to find myself…if that makes sense.” He crossed his arms “…you're in the realm between realms, in our home. So this is a secret, not even Odin can see this place. If he does…” you shook your head “He won’t.” Sindri sighed “Yes but you can’t be sure, Heimdall sees through every lie“ you shook your head “Then I won’t lie.” He seemed confused “Odin wouldn’t question me about a house in the realm between realms. If he doesn’t know it exists.” Sindri only fumbled with his hands “Well- I-…but-“ Brok groaned “Let the girl out of here! She’s in our debt anyway!” 
   Sindri looked at you and down at the sword “On one condition, do not Let anyone else touch that sword except us.” You smiled “deal.” 
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Chapter 4
The Crimson Moon
Umeki's P.o.v :
'I see they're still not doing it huh?' Using my Byakugan, just seeing the demons joining at the humanities and Gods stands.
'what is it they were waiting for?'
The Battle Ended
Thor wins
Here I am walking around and just like that I lost my way. 'I guess I have to use my Byakugan' but before I can turn left, I crashed to a hard wall....or is it....
"YOU STUPID HUMAN DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHERE YOU ARE GOING!!??"
"IDIOT SHUT UP THATS UMEKI"
I looked up and it was Lord Odin I bumped into and the two ravens started bickering to each other. But then Lord Odin suddenly lower down and puts his hand out.
. . . *internal screaming* he is helping me to get up. . .
I accepted his offer and composed myself.
"I apologize my Lord, I'm not looking to where I was going." I bowed
"Oh do not worry Ume-chan we are sorry we did not recognize you immediately" The white raven said in a sheepish tone.
"I apologize for bumping onto you, Umeki" Odin spoke. Looking straight to my eyes.
*internally screaming*BUT IM THE ONE WHO BUMP ONTO HIM⁄⁠(⁠⁄⁠ ⁠⁄⁠•⁠⁄⁠-⁠⁄⁠•⁠⁄⁠ ⁠⁄⁠)
"I-its alright Lord Odin, Im sorry too, I just lost my way" I stuttered.
'AHHH Y/N WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BRING DEATH TO ME'
Let me explain first why....
Umeki is assigned to keep an eye on Odin, since Y/n has discovered that Umeki became the Apple of Odin's Eye the time they became companions, maybe you could say friends, throughout the time they spend with each other. Not to mention the reason why Y/n chooses her is that with one of umeki's special ability other than their clans dōjutsu(Eye technique) that one ability she learned all by herself. Upon training in Valhalla for over 10years she has come to find out that with chakra and magic and the light points that flows through everyone is not at all different and that she can press any of it whenever she wants and she too finds out the true color of her chakra and with the chakra they were both called the twins that created the 'Twin Dragon's Gentle Fist'. So with that ability she can press any points on Odin when he found out or whenever he must decide on taking on Y/n if he ever finds out her true identity. Though it would be impossible since, Itachi and Y/n casted Genjutsu on him many times that Nyx said "it was effective,that he nor anyone can know". Though the hard part right now is, even if Odin finds out, Umeki will be hesitant since... She has caught feelings.
And that makes her go through this situation
Finally calm, I took a deep breath and look at him and smile
"If you may excuse me my Lord, I have to get back to my seat and I'm sure my brother might be worried about my well being right now"
And with that I walked pass Lord Odin. Not even looking back. I was too nervous to talk to him.
Odin's P.o.v
I just stand here and watched her left me here. I just can't bring myself to talk to her because if I do I might not hold myself back. I just listened to Muninn's and Huginn's bickerings while I cannot stop staring to where she goes. I want humanity gone but not her. I want her to be with me. But if she does not feel what I feel then I must let her go. But letting her go would be one to kill me inside. I do not wish for her to feel pain but to feel Joy. But how can I when I'm the one she must fear? I do not deserve her,not at all. Not when this is happening.
3rd person's P.o.v
And now the Second round is about to begin.... where behind the closed doors a chaos erupts in the humanities side.
"WHAT?!?!?" basically everyone yelled.
Akira, standing, arms crossed and wearing a very serious face. He is currently facing the two leaders of the Association,Y/n was infront of him eyes wide from his request.
"Then so must be it" y/n answered.
Brunhilde looks at her "Then you are not worried at all? His and your world you came from is far different after all, you are not worried that it will reveal atleast minor part of your past?"
Y/n just shrugged while looking at and replied "There's something happened and I've seen a glimpse of what the fates saw in the future, and Akira's statement to us right now is the actual sign that an inevitable future is about to happen."
....
AND THAT WAS 30min AGO AND RIGHT NOW.....
A change of fighter was requested on both sides.
Since the Gods first planned, Zeus thought 'Why not see what the humans are up to'. Adam who was just leaving the room, remembered what happened during the talk with him.
'Flashback'
Adam encountered Akira when he was about to meet up with Brunhilde and his völund.
Adam looked at him sternly "Why do you wish to stop me? I shall not let you sacrifice yourself my child."
Akira then sighed but looked at him "I don't want the most special man disappear in my life, thats why I shall protect you and everyone , so please let me fight this one father".
Adam could see the determination in him, but he was hesitating on letting his children.......
It didnt take long and Akira became the second fighter for the humanities side. While everyone is preparing for the second round, the news has immediately spread to the Association to which everyone began to cheer in silence. Some of them is somehow happy, contented that someone on the association is going to show the true Assassin's nature. Yet some of them was somehow disappointed that they werent chosen and the others has other thoughts about the news.
Now let's go back to what is currently happening. . . . .
" Now...... ARE YOU READY!?" Heimdall shouted
Everyone Gods and Humans yell, cheering with anticipation. Now all curious who might be the next contestants are going to fight.
"Next for the Humans, Representing the Hope of Mankind..." Heimdall then stretches his arm to the Humanity side entrance.
Heimdall was actually nervous, with Brunhilde giving him many information about the new guy that exchange for Adam. The man with enough ability to defeat a God. It sounds unbelievable, but not when you see it with your own eyes. Heimdall is another one who witnesses how some Ninja's and Slayers beat up 2 Gods and hold them down just to make them forget about what they saw. But why would they not do it to Heimdall too? Simple. The Alpha knows something he doesn't know.
"He is the man who along side with his twin, shown their true power through many years of training and fighting for the survival during the war....." Heimdall stopped when he notices no one is coming out the entrance.
"Huh?" He asked dumb-founded. Even the Gods.
But instead a strong gust of wind overtook. And just right outside the boundaries of Valhalla someone hops up the sky.
That someone then landed on the middle of the ring.
Heimdall then composed himself.." Together with his twin, he participated in the 3rd and 4th Great Ninja War where they called them the "Dragon Twins". He too represented the Hyuga clan that serves a special role in order to stop the war in their world. With so much war and crimes are going on someone must take action!"
"It is said that the twins has a unique color of chakra flowing through them, that Black chakra are flowing in him. With the eyes that can see through everything, the eyes that can see through any attacks and combined with the strength and power they hold through their fist..."
Akira then slowly composes himself from kneeling, standing slowly. Covering his hands, wrist, arms with a ripped cloth. Clenching his fists.
"Now you may think that he is blind, but NO he isn't! He alone can take a group or more enemies and kill them without experiencing pain. The man who will defend the weak, the man who will do anything to protect his allies..... Introducing...."
Akira then looked up to the Gods with a very cold look, a look that was as if looking at a peasant who comes from a branch family. The look his brothers gave to those who comes from the branch family.
Odin who just came back to his seat but heard what Heimdall said was shocked too. Those Gods who met the Hyuga twins are shocked to this revelation.
Akira's hands on his side, clenched with those cold eyes.
"The Black dragon of Konohagakure... Akira Hyuga!!!"
A roar of cheers are encased throughout the Valhalla.
Umeki ran through the front seat where Haku, Neji and konan who are blending with the crowd. Then Umeki saw him, Odin who are sitting on his seat and his crows seems shocked and now began to ramble something.
Umeki didn't keep her eyes longer to Odin who began to look at her too. She knew she fucked up. She lied to Odin and now she just want to leave quickly.
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