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bundoesnotcompete · 8 months ago

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Reader is a Vidyadhara and Dan Feng's apprentice. This is wayy to long at an amazing 7250 ish words. Slight lore inaccuracies and maybe oocness. Childhood friends to lovers. Reader is dubbed 'Baofu' as a name but it isn't mentioned often. See end for more notes. Enjoy!

You were floating in something warm. Whatever you were contained in was very warm and so wonderfully comfortable. You had to wonder where you were and why you felt so calm. Fragments of a previous life, of a game and wondering the cosmos, filled your mind. You startled and kicked around, it was too much for your young mind to handle. Your mind gently drifted off.

The next time you woke, you were much smaller. Your tail felt around your small chamber, that too was smaller. There were voices yelling outside, but they were muffled. Your chamber was dark, so seeing outside was not an option. They were horribly loud too your sensitive ears, and you shifted away from them, accidently flipping your prison around. They stopped yelling.

This was fine, you could handle being in a diffrent position if it meant you got your peace and quiet. You felt movement around you before your room righted itself. You floated to the bottom, happily sleeping again.

It was beginning to get cramped in your home. This was what you had decided the next time you woke. Quiet voices could be heard outside. The voices were familiar to you since you heard them often.

When you stretched out your limbs to relieve their sleepiness, your feet broke your container. Water was quickly filling your home and you panicked. The egg you were in was fragile and you easily broke free of it. Kicking and clawing your way to freedom and safety.

Well, it would've been safe if your toddler body could swim. Even the fragmented memories and instincts weren't enough to remember the motions to swim. You had yet to open your eyes, too busy flailing to think about opening them. Panic set in and you began to cry and scream, an internal part of you getting embarrassed. Water splashed around you before a set of hands grabbed your naked and screaming form. As you were lifted out of the water, you were decided to open your eyes.

Blurrily, you could see the face of a man with a set of blue ish horns and brown hair. Dan Heng? A fragment of your original self echoed. Who was Dan Heng? Blinking and settling yourself, you stopped screaming.

"I shall inform and retrieve the others, Imbibitor Lunae!" A panicked voice entered your ears. Even though fat tears were still streaming down your face, you could make out the man in front of you better. Blue eyes, dark brown to black hair, and long ears are what you could make out as he cradled you to his chest. You tail swoshed gently behind you as he shifted to hold you.

You watched from where your head laid on his shoulders as he left the waters. The dark cobbled room greeted your eyes. The place where you had slept was filled with green seawees and sand. Your former home laid in ruins from your panicked escape. Pieces of the egg shell floated in the clear water. You had eased up in your crying as you studied the room.

More people hurried into the room, these ones did not look lile the one who held you. They had long ears but lacked the horns and tail you and you handler had.

"Imbibitor Lunae, here is some blankets to wrap them in." A woman took you from you handler's arms and wrapped you in a warm blanket. You shifted, the blanket felt like it was crunching your tail. You began to cry again at the feeling, your toddler body not having much emotional control.

You made grabby hands toward the one known as Dan Feng, crying louder. You wanted to go back to safety and not being uncomfortable.

"Give them here. I will take them to the next room." Dan Feng commanded the room and you were quickly given back to him. He adjusted the blanket for your tail and held you to his chest.

What followed next was something you could not remember, your drowsiness taking over. What you did learn was that you were not something that was supposed to be alive.

Your egg had appeared from nowhere. An elderly Vidyadhara caretaker had found your egg. No records of you were found and that had caused an uproar. Scans confirmed that you were a Vidyadhara. Your egg was quickly isolated. An arugement had broken out about you when the entirity of the Vidyadhara Preceptors council had gotten together.

It was only when you were roughly seven in human years did you fully regain yourself.

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Being reincarnated sucked. Your reincarnation into the Vidyadhara called Baofu wouldn't have been so bad if the others hadn't looked at you strange. The new name and body hadn't taken long to get used to, but the looks did.

"Its not normal to show your tail and horns. Why are they doing that?" Many had murmured behind your back.

"I heard that the Council thinks they are a reincarnation of Long." Others would gossip. Many expectations were placed on you. Any wrong doing was punished twice as much then anyone else and any achievement belittled. The council members from all ships sucked.

You were in a small pool out in a green area, currently working on water techniques like your shifu taught you. The artifical sun of the Xianzhou Loufu was bright in the water. Your shifu sat behind you.

Dang Feng watched you as you struggled and got frustrated. His knees tucked underneath him and tail resting behind him. His face was passive at your growing frustration. He crossed his arms.

"Do not think of water as a shape right now. Think of it as a flowing river, do not fight against it, but go with it." His stern voice hit your ears just as your control faltered and water plooped back down into its source. You let out a frustrated cry and your tail hit the water hard. You turned around to face the dark-haired man, ignoring the fact he was gently wiping water from his face.

"Can we go home? I've been doing this forever. I wanna go play." Your voice was a hair below shouting. Frustration was thick in your voice and your mentor merely sighed.

"Give it another shot. You are closer to doing it then you think you are." He encouraged. You groaned before turning around. You held your hands out and focused. Let the water flow freely, but encourage it to keep its shape.

A small, clear blob gently floated in front of you. You imagined a ring in your mind and attempted to mould to water to that shape. The water shakily formed a ring and you held it in the air. A large smile broke out on your face and you turned to you mentor who gave a small smile. Turning your head back to the ring of water., you felt your control slip and watched the water flop pathetically back to its source.

You sagged slightly at the sight, but turned around as you heard your mentor stand. He dusted off his white pants and beckoned you toward him. You walked to him and got out of the water. Your sandals were covered in sand and the edges of your shorts were slightly wet.

"I will permit you to have extra time to play today. You will not get the opportunity tomorrow." He held out his hand for you to take. You took it, his large hand encompassing yours. "You did well today. So not let the others bring you down. You are still quite young." You both walked back to your shared home.

Once you changed, you fled the house. Your master watching as you left. There was a park you could go to that had many children there often. It was a wonderful place to go to when you just wanted to be a child. As you arrived, you scanned the area. The park was rather empty today. The only people in it were a white haired man and a young boy. His son, you guessed by the looks of it.

You darted to the sand box the boy was in, you tail gently swaying as you ran. The boy heard you and looked up from where he was playing. You stopped in front of him and looked down at him. Gold eyes watched you carefully. You had this. You could do this without being socially awkward.

"I am Baofu and I think we are going to play together." Shit, that was too demanding. Plan B, Plan B. "If you wanna. If not I can go play somewhere else." You back tracked, trying to fix your tone to something lighter. Heavens did you even sound like a child?

Nice going, you messed it up and now he's not going to play with you. You thought.

The boy merely smiled and shuffled over to make space for you. He patted the sand beside him. You stepped in the box and sat next to him. He turned to you, white hair messily framing his face.

"I'm Jing Yuan." He said, scooping some sand into a his pale blue bucket. He made no comments on your more dragon like appearance. Instead, you two played like any other children would. Being a child again was a wonderful experience at times, this being one of them. Even as his father came to take Jing Yuan home, you two promised to meet again.

You often met with Jing Yuan at the park after that. In between your forced duties and schooling, you would try to catch him at the park. You only truly made friends with him and no other child at the park. Between your social awkwardness and appearance, no child wanted to be friends with the odd one out. Except for Jing Yuan, that is.

"I'm going to be a Cloud Knight!" He proclaimed to you one day as you both played Knights. You had been friends with him for nearly three years at this point. "Dad even enrolled me in training courses to help me get started earlier. Though we just stick to book stuff."

He swung at you with his stick and you dodged and tried to get him back with yours. This was training disgused as play time. You had to give his dad credit, disgusing this exercise as a game was clever. It also left you ego and shins bruised. Jing yuan was too good at attacking.

"I think you'll be a good knight!" You had merrily chimed back as you hit him with the back of the leg with a stick. You heard him yelp and fall. Aa you approached him he glared up at you from his spot on the ground. He couldn't keep the grumpy face for long though, and he eventually broke out into laughter after you helped him up.

Unbeknownst to the both of you, this was the last time you would see one another for years to come. Training took up the majority of your time and then eventually Jing Yuan's. When you had gotten your first phone you had gotten his number, but you both ended up being so busy that you didn't talk much.

You had progressed wonderfully in your training, the water eventually succumbing to your will. Of course, you weren't on the level of someone like Dan Feng, but if he couldn't be there you often took his place.

It was exhausting. The other high elders expected so much of you. Dang Feng did his best to control the influence the other elders had over you, but he could only do so much. Then, while you were working on the Yuque, it came under siege from the Denizens of Abundance. What was supposed to be simple help with injuries from a band of roaming mara-struck turned into a battlefield.

The injuries only multiplied from there. If you weren't being ran ragged by the injured then you were out on the defense lines. The Denizions did not take well to boiling, high pressured water shooting at them at high speeds. The tiredness from earlier only worsened when you fought.

The Yuque was quickly turning into a mess. While the defensive lines did hold, everything else was falling apart. The medics were quickly being overwhelmed and the soldiers were running out of weapons. Denizions were tough to kill, even the weapon shifu had made for you eventually cracked from battle. In a way, you were cracking just like your weapon.

"Please, you have to help her instead of me. My children deserve to have their mother more." The solider laying in front of you begged, how wife laying next to him. An attack on the district had left them both injured. The man more so then his wife.

"She will be fine. Stop moving." Your patience was wearing thin. Another Vidyadhara was coming towards you. The man in front of you jerked again and you finally gave into your frustration and hit him on his leg wound. It was cruel, but he needed to follow orders. You whipped you head to him as he cried out.

"Shut up and lay still or i will do more then just hit you." You hissed to him. You never got violent with your patients, but he would not stop moving and your patience was thin.

"That is enough, I will deal with him Baofu." There was a hand on your shoulder. "You are needed in the command tent. The main tent. Go get some rest after that. You look horrific." The woman's voice was authoritive. You looked up at her dipleased face before finally standing from your seat and storming out the tent, the frustration obivous on your face.

The main command tent was in the center of camp. More people shuffled around then before, new faces coming in with the old. Supplies were quickly feeding into camp. It appears help from the Loufu has finally arrived. Sliding past the busy people had taken a bit of time, but you made it to the tent. You felt tired just looking at the Major in charge.

Throwing open the cloth door, you could see four familiar people standing around the table. You knew them as Dan Feng's friends, but you never had the time to truly meet them.

"Ah, Baofu. It appears our prayers have been heard. Help has finally arrived." The major in charge of this camp gave a relieved sounding sigh. She continued, "I will give a short summary of who is who just in case you don't know. I know you know your shifu. The woman to my left is Baiheng, she will be helping with starskifts." She waved towards a Foxian Woman. She pointed to a white haired woman next. "This is Jingliu and her appreantice, Jing Yuan."

You merely nodded in response to her introductions. You gave a small wave to them before turning back to the Major, not fully comprehending the fact that your childhood best friend was standing across from you. Scooting closer to the table, you took a look at the map. The lines hadn't moved on the Alliance's part, but the Denizions appeared to have grown in number.

"I want you to give a debriefing to your shifu after this. He needs to know what mess he is walking into." The major continued. She turned her attention to the map in front of everyone and began her debriefing. If there was one thing you did not like about the major, it was the fact that she was boring. She had a monotone voice that could put anyone to sleep. You got drowsy as she continued on, the debriefing not keeping your attention. This was the first time in a while you had been in such a still place. You blinked awake.

Dan Feng had moved beside you, as if sensing you were about to fall asleep. You looked up to see his disapproving, but worried look. Well, as worried as his neutral face got. You played with your hands, distracting yourself. You ignored the fact that you felt yourself shaking. You blinked awake again. She was still rambling. A hand was on your back this time. Dan Feng leaned down to your ear.

"Stay awake for a few more minutes. You do not need to debrief me, so you can just go to your room." He whispered quietly. You nodded. Heavens, you were so tired. When was the last time you ate? Your eyes drooped again. Fighting against sleep was difficult. You entire body was so exhauasted from constant use. It was not used to war.

You did not blink awake like you did last time. Instead, you woke with an intense grogginess. The bed you were in was warm and soft. The wonderful feeling of the bed did not change the fact that your bones ached. Everything ached, actually. Muffled voices came through the door to your room.

"We both know Baofu cares too much. I've only known them for a bit, but even i could recognize the signs. Hitting a patient was the final straw." It was the voice of the Vidyadhara Woman from before. Lady Wu was what many called her. The voice of your mentor came closer.

"Why didn't you pull them from active duty earlier…." You zoned out from the conversation as they got closer. Your brain felt like it was frying itself.

You cracked open your eyes, trying to gather information about your sorroundings. Sitting up proved to be difficult, but you maaged an upright position before the door to your room opened. Dan Feng entered the room quietly.

Seeing that you were awake, he spoke. "You gave us quite to scare, collasping like that." He approached and sat in the chair next to your bed. The room lit only by the small, dull lamp in front on your bed. "You are in a state of absolute exhuastion. Do you even realize how in bad of shape you are?"

You looked to him and huffed. The look on his face warned you of an an incoming scolding and lecture. He got a cup of water from the small side table beside him and handed to you.

What proceeded was the most intense scolding of your life. You had been out for nearly three days and Dan Feng had been worried. He listed facts after facts about your poor health and how you needed to take care of yourself more. You were no use if you were overworking yourself. Now here you were, in a state of weakness caused by your own doing.

"Jing Yuan will need assistance in helping train the soldiers more. Jingliu can only do so much and she is furious at the poor state of the soldiers training. Light duty only." He gave you a sharp look at those final words. "I will send for Jing Yuan and he will update you shortly. For now you will have three days of rest before light duty." You licked you dry lips nervously. You hadn't seen your friend in so long, you were basically strangers.

Dan Feng stood and sighed. "I do not have much time to spend with you here. So, I am going to say this now. You did a wonderful job healing the injured." You could tell he wanted to say something else. "Please, do not be hard on yourself when you lose a patient, you cannot save everyone." He turned as began to walk to the door. You were unsure what to say to that, so you only watched as he left.

You cleaned yourself in the next few hours. Brushing your hair, taking a shower, and taking care of your tail were the beginning steps. The door opened and a white haired teen waltzed in. You held a tight grip on your tail to prevent it from wagging. A smile broke out on your face, however.

"Jing yuan!" You called to him as he approached. He was quick to snatch you in a hug. Your hands letting go of your tail to hug him back. You tail thumped against the floor happily.

"I was a bit worried about you. You just suddenly collaspsed in the meeting." He start as he set you back on the bed he had snatched you from. He sat on the chair that Dan Feng originally sat in. "I'm glad your okay. Things really are a mess here. How about I give you an idea of what your going to help me with and then we catch up."

Appreantly, the Denizens of Abundance where being helped by an emanator named ShuShu. Upon finding this out, Jingliu wanted every soldier trained harder in order to be more ready for battle. The higher ups did not want more to become mara-struck. With better training, they could achieve that.

Jing Yuan mainly needed someone to help him show his trainees how to patch wounds. Since a majority of the soldiers did not have formal training, they often did not know how to patch wounds. Many were civilians who took up arms to help the overwhelmed knights.

Thus began your days of recovery. You would attend the training, show some basic medic skills, like stitching up wounds, and then spend your day with Jing Yuan. Of course, you could only spend time with him if Jingliu hadn't taken him or if he wasn't busy.

After your recovery, both yours a Jing Yuan's training intensified. Neither of your Mentors wanted you two to fall in battle. Your original training did not revolve around combat, so Dan Feng largely trained you in how to fight better. Your ability to heal at fast rates, whether that be on yourself or others, was a gift that Dan Feng used. Your fast healing made others and yourself more durable in battle, leading to people being in battle longer.

You did not particularly enjoy combat, oftentimes staying farther back and using the cloudhymm to heal your soldiers en masse. It was an ability others appraciated. Eventually, the High Cloud Quintet was formed. Though you often visited them when they had their meetings, you never formally joined them.

Your duties often kept you on other lines apart from them. Instead you unintentionally formed a healing group with other Vidyadhara that often kept your soldiers in battle for far longer then normal. In fact, those who often where in your small group branched off to other divisions to help there. Years drew on, and you fame only grew with how many battles you dragged out and how many frontlines were moved under you and your people.

After the western front was secured, you were asked to go to the eastern front, where your mentor was. The Denizens of Abundance were far stronger on the eastern front since they were pushed back. So, you and several divisions of soldiers went east to support them. A massive attack at ShuShu and his forces was about to be underway. Any relief that you're soldiers could give would be helpful.

The relief your soldiers brought was immense. Many of the overworked were able to take a small break now that help had arrived.

Arriving to the main command center, you entered the building to see where you would be placed. Large arms encased you in a hug from behind before you could find the commanders. Only one person would do that.

"Hello Jing Yuan." You sighed. He dropped you and you turned to him. He had gotten far prettier over the years and you decided that it wasn't fair. Who let this man be so pretty? He was also far too kind to you. He always listened to you and often times tried to distract you from the war. He would be a good boy- wait, no. You did not have a crush on him. You couldn't do that, not with your best friend. Those weren't the words of you loving him, they were just words of appreciation. Yeah, appreciation.

"Why, I'm here to take you to the others." He guided you to a room in the opposite direction. "They figured you wouldn't know where to find them, so they sent me to wait for you." He looked to you as you walked. You had grown to be quite beautiful, in his opinion. Your empathy drew him to you even if you pretended too not care so deeply. He enjoyed many other traits about you too.

Entering a large room, the other High Cloud Quintet members were there. Baiheng gave you a beaming smile and waved to you as you approached the war table. You took a spot next to your mentor. Jingliu stood at the front, Baiheng to her right, and Jing Yuan was next to Baiheng. Yingxing stood to Jingliu's left, Dan Feng next to him, and then you at the end of the table.

"Shushu's forces are making a desperate attempt to stop us." Jingliu began. "An attack must be happening soon. If we can strike first, it could cripple their defenses." Jingliu looked up from the table. "So here is the plan."

The plan never happened, Shushu's forces had far greater power than anyone had anticipated and had attacked first. The Sanguinary Abyss that shushu had set up was dangerous, and any who passed through it were often trapped on the other side. Your mentor was on the other side and suffering from Dragon's Delirium.

Even as both you and Jing Yuan cut through countless enemies, their defenses would not break. Your healing was keeping the soldiers alive longer, but they were still falling rapidly. At this rate, you were merely stalling. Purple hair was quick to rush by you and run into the enemies' defensive line.

Baiheng was rushing and bulldozing her way through both the Sanguinary Abyss and enemy lines. Her recklessness carving a way through the enemies defensive line. Yingxing was quick on her tail.

"Everyone," Jing Yuan managed to shout out to enough soldiers, "Follow us through the lines, we have a way past them! Inform everyone around you!" He looked your way as he parried and killed one the denizens. Hearing his command you repeated what was said to nearby soldiers, shouting as loud as you could.

Rallying to Jing Yuan, you kept the soldiers you had alive as you stormed the enemies crumbling defensive line. Following behind Baiheng by a few short minutes. The following battle raged on for longer as the forces around you unknowingly made a defensive line to Baiheng and the others.

Shushu's defeat was quickly realized as the Denizens of Abundance fled in large numbers and the battle was quickly ended. You told Jing Yuan to find the others as you went for the wounded. You could worry about them later, your soldiers were more important since they did not have the same power as the others.

As the battle slowed and ended, You created patches of misty haze that healed your wounded soldiers and helped keep those with major wounds alive for longer. Hours bled together as you helped settle the remaining skirmishes and healed the wounded. In some cases, even killing them after they had been mara-struck.

You did not hear news of Baiheng's sacrifice until you returned to camp to rest. You saw your master and Jingliu speaking and had decided to approached.

"Shifu." You spoke from behind Dan Feng. He looked horribly pale. "Are you alright?" You looked to Jingliu who was no better. Assuming the worse you quickly approached to look for wounds.

"Your not injured are you? Where is Baihe-" you were quickly cut off by Dan Feng.

"Baiheng is dead. She gave herself to defeat ShuShu." Dan Feng's voice shook as he spoke. Shock colored your face. You had quickly forced him and Jingliu into a hug, your arms barely reaching around them both. Neither cried, but neither resisted your hug like they normally would've.

"I'm sorry you two. Is Yingxing alright? He ran up with her to meet with you two." You let go of them both.

"Yingxing is alright. He is helping bring the injured back to camp." Jingliu spoke, voice hollow. "Jing Yuan is still on the battlefield cleaning up the remaining Denizens of Abundance."

"Would you mind helping heal the injured? I need to rest from the battle with ShuShu, but I do not wish to leave the injured unattended." Your mentor spoke. You knew he just wanted an excuse for you to leave. You didn't push him and instead nodded.

"Yeah, Both of you get some rest. I-" Pausing, you gave yourself a moment to think, "I am here for you both if you need me. I don't know what to say, but I can always listen." You reassured them and left.

The next weeks were solemn. Your Mentor was not taking Baiheng's death well. Her funeral had been large and many from all ships came to mourn her loss and celebrate her life. Yingxing and Jingliu were no better in their grief, but Jingliu was coping better than the other two, but not much. Jing Yuan had taken up the offer of comfort when you gave it to him.

Baiehng's death had hurt him too, but he leaned on you for help and was healing better than the others from it. He was quickly flying through the ranks of the Cloud Knights and there were even rumors of Teng Xiao chosing him to be his successor, which were later proven true. You had both celebrated his promotion with glee. Cherishing the nigh as you both knew his time would be limited. Even with his limited time, he tried to make time for you and you tried to make time for him.

The romance between you two was steadily beginning to grow, but you wouldn't get together with him until after the Sedition of Imbibitor Lunae.

You had noticed your master acting suspiciously a few days before his crime. He and Yingxing often together and planning something. When you had confronted him about his behavior, he had blown up. The fight between you two leaving feelings hurt and opening a wound between you two.

You had cried to Jing Yuan when he came to see you that day. Your mentor's words hurting more than any true wound could. He had comforted you, and the bond between you two only grew deeper.

In order to avoid your mentor, you went to Scalegorge Waterscape to help with tending to Vidyadhara eggs. Tending to the eggs was not one of your major duties, but it was peaceful. The other caretakers had allowed you to join them, sensing you needed to break from everything. In the early morning hours, your mentor and Yingxing would commit a crime that would be told for centuries.

You had sensed something was going to happen at the Watercape, so you left early for what you called "Egg Duty". When you had arrived, the sight of having the Ambrosial Arbor exposed had you running for it. You had quickly texted Jingliu that something was up and asked for reinforcements. You had told her you had a feeling your mentor was doing something stupid and she had relayed it to Jing Yuan.

Finding your master, you discovered that he had tampered with the Ambrosial Arbor. Not only that, he had invoked Transmutation Arcanum and was commiting a unforgivable sin. Things were quick to dissolve after Yingxing had recieved backlash and you cronfronted your mentor.

You couldn't do anything to him though once the Draconic Abomination had been born. The thing quickly formed after your mentor lost control over the Arbor. You had quickly shifted your attention to the massive rampaging dragon thing that was quickly ruining the waterscape.

You fought the beast for hours once you shifted into your true draconic form. You used the water around you to stall the beast and cause a stalemate. The healing factor from you both was causing a stalemate and that in turn was destroying the Waterscape. You had fought for a long while until the beast struck a nearly unhealable blow to you.

The thick claws of the beast had caught the side of your face and caught your eye. It was quick to use your disorientation to pin you. While you had managed to injury the beast greatly while pinned, it was going to kill you of you could not shake it off. You mentor was nowhere in sight. Dredging up the last of your waning strength, you summoned the nearby water to knock the beast off of you. While it had been successful, you did not get up in time before it pinned you again.

It had tackled you and broke more bones in the process, the blood from both you staining the waters. Your savior came in the form of Jingliu. Her ice strikes were decisive against the beast and caused it to turn its attention to her. You did not join the resulting battle, not even to heal.

Even as Jingliu killed the beast and became mara-struck, you merely laid there and continued to try to heal yourself. It was hard when you were in so much pain and taking wheezing breaths. You closed your eyes and focused inward.

A hand was on your muzzle and you felt another Vidyadhara's cloudhymm help you heal. You cracked open your good eye to see who it was. Weakness caused your vision to be blurry, but you could recognize one of the preceptors. There were shouts and voices around you, but you felt yourself fading.

"Baofu, you must rest. We will handle your master and this beast." Their voice was muffled. The Cloudhymm throughout your body intensified. You closed your eye as you heard the voice speak, "That's right, rest." You allowed the all-encompassing darkness to take you.

You awoke again in a darker place and in deep water. You managed to get your head above water and on shore. You did not recognize this place. This large of a healing room was not used. Since so few Vidyadhara can truly return to their draconic form, rooms like these were useless in this day and age.

The door in the room opened and you recognized the preceptor that came in. They were the one that saved you.

"Finally awake, I see. You took quite the beating from that abomination." They came close to your snout and examined you. "Holding off that beast was impressive considering how long you lasted." They examined the eye that was slashed. "Thank you for fighting it and defying your master." They walked in front of you as you lazyly stared.

"You have been unconscious for nearly a week now. Healing such intense damage to bones takes time. Much has happened in your sleep. The high elders will arrive shortly once I give the word. I will go inform them of your state. I will be back after your meeting." They quickly left the room without giving you a chance ro say anything. You drifted between dreamland and reality until the door had reopened for the high elders.

You shifted to get more comfortable and to face the High Elders, Dan Feng's teachings instilled into you even in dragon form. All four had approached you and formed and semi cricle around your snout.

"High Elders, to what do I owe the pleasure of seeing you for." You hoarsely spoke. The elder from Zhuming was the first to speak, his voice echoing across the empty chamber.

"Your master had chosen you to be the successor. You are to become the next Imbibitor Lunae, even if we do not fully agree." The elder from Yuque was next to speak.

"What he means to say is that even with the circumstances sorrounding your birth, your loyalty to the safety of the Xianzhou Alliance has convinced is to allow your ascension. Your display of power and defiance to your mentor's plan has proved to us that you are worthy of his title." Her tone was impassive. The elderly Vidyadhara next to her spoke.

"Your mentor's sin has caused him to be punished and his title stripped from him. The only reason he lives is to give you his power before rebirthing." The elder from Fanghu spoke.

"We will explain in more detail your duties later. For now, rest. In three days time you will recieve the power of Imbibitor Lunae. More will be discussed later. We will leave you to rest." The elder from Yuque softly said to you. They departed from the room as you laid there. Trying to comprehend what was happening.

You pushed yourself deeper into the massive pool and sunk to the bottom. You emotional state quickly becoming depressed.

The next days passed fast and before you knew it, the time for your Ascension had come. You had the strength to revert to human form for the ritual, so that was the form you chose for it. Getting dressed and ready had been easy.

Entering the room you had been guided to down the hall had not been easy. Seeing you mentor sorrounded by preceptors and high ranking officals was stressing you.

"All who are present in this room are to witness the birth of the next Imbibitor Lunae. Baofu has been chosen and approved to be Dan Feng's successor." The loud voice of the Yaoqing's elder sounded throughout the room.

You approached Dan Feng and ignored the happenings around you. When you approached and stopped in front of him, he gave you a sorrow look.

"I do not regret it. Just know that I know you will do well and I'm proud of you." Dan Feng had spoken softly to you as he began the process of transfering power to you. However, the process was never fully completed and you only got splinters lf his power. This was the last time you saw Dan Feng before his rebirth and those words were the last he spoke to you.

After the ceremony, you returned to your estate you had shared with you mentor. The emptiness of the estate felt like thousands of stones were weighing on you. You were robotic in your movements as you went about you nightly routine. The only thing that stopped you was the knock at your door.

Opening to the door to Jing Yuan was something that you felt should've surprised you, but the day was still trying to process. He gave a soft look to you before he gently asked if he could come in. Of course, you let him in and when you closed the door and turned back to him, he crushed you in a hug.

The hug broke something in you. The weight of the day was hitting you hard. You could hear him apologizing, but the ringing in your ears was quick to drown him out. The feeling of helplessness and grief hitting you like a tsunami. You hugged him back as sobs ripped from your throat.

You were never going to see your father figure again. He would be reborn and you would not get the chance to see him again until the new him was born. Jing Yuan merely hummed as you sobbed into him. He cried with you, but not much. He had few tears left to give.

When you managed to calm yourself, you asked if he wanted to stay the night. He said yes, joking that it could be like old times when he had snuck in to see you as children. He managed to get a smile out of you with that joke. Waking up in Jing Yuan's arms that next morning had almost caused your heart to stop. You swore you had died for a few moments when you finally realized who was with you.

He was warm from where he was spooning you. Although you felt your heart was about to stop beating, you did not move. Instead,you laid there drifting in and out of sleep until he finally stirred. Neither of you mentioned your sleeping arrangement until you had made a comment later.

"I do appreciate company. Prehaps if you aren't opposed to it, you could stay the night again?" You quietly suggested, asking it as a question. His smile told you his answer before he even spoke.

"Of course." Jing Yuan turned for the door. "I am here for you. I hope you understand that." As you let him out you replied to him.

"Of course. I am here for you too."

Thus, time moved on. You took up the duties of Imbibitor Lunae and eventually took the young Vidyadhara Bailu as an apprentice. Jing Yuan had his duties as general and came to visit often, even after he expelled a young Dan Heng from the Laofu in order to free him. After a long while of unoffically dating you finally confessed and both of you made it offical. Even though you both tried to be quiet about it, word eventually spread.

Roughly four decades before Jing Yuan would bring Yanqing home to be his retainer, you offically got married. The entirety of the Xianzhou Loufu partied rather hard in celebration. Though, you believe that they were just looking for an excuse to party. The wedding had been private with photos released at a later date.

When Jing Yuan brought a young blond child home, you questioned him. He explained that the boy had lost his parents and needed a caretaker. Jing Yuan was in need of a student and retainer so he decided to bring the boy in. You were miffed by his actions, even if you would come to care for the boy later. He still could have informed you.

Bailu at least enjoyed Yanqing's company. The boy was going to turn you grey at the rate he was going. He was a good swordsman, but he was young. He tended to get in over his head when choosing opponents. He did not seem to understand that while he was good, he needed experience and wisdom before he recklessly charged into battle.

In the current time, you watched Bailu practice in the same pond you had trained in when you were young. She seemed to be picking up the water techniques better then you though. When she met her goal for the day, she always turned to you in excitement with a smile on her face. You smiled back and praised her. If she failed at something, you merely used it as a lesson for her.

"Come, Bailu. I think we should practice the healing technique you wanted to work on." You said to her. The beaming smile she showed reminded you of Baiheng's. She was quick to depart the water and run infront of where you had stood up and began to walk.

Yes, this is perfect. You had thought, ignoring the massive ball of dread in your gut.

The sun was shining and the day was wonderful. You unknowingly had time to savor this moment before the crisis with the stellaron was to occur. If you had known what was to happen, you would've savored it longer. But as it stood now, you were to train your little apprentice more before going home to Jing Yuan.

The day was going to continue to be good, you just knew it.

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End notes.

I rushed the ending i just wanted to end it and i didn't even do everything i wanted. It was just getting so long. The original idea i had was supposed to be for Zhongli but here is Jing Yuan instead. I am not proof reading that so i hope it makes sense because it was written over several days. See you next time!

Edited some errors on 9/8/24

#honkai star rail x reader #hsr #honkai star rail #jing yuan x reader #jing yuan #hsr jing yuan

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cherrylesbianschamber · 29 days ago

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“𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 .”

𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜, 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝. 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚢 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚎. 𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎.. 𝚏𝚞𝚗.

𝚝𝚠: 𝚌𝚗𝚌, 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚙 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚊𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚎, 𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚢 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘𝚢

Reminder: i’m still new to writing smut!!

Requested by: unknown anon. 🫀

(Strap = dick/cock)

(I’m sorry if this isn’t as good as my witch one!😭)

𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚘: 𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 (𝚋𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚢)

you were at the end of your rope, right on the brink of suicide. ellie cheated on you with dina, jesse’s been entirely useless, but abby’s there for you. but little did you know she’s falling apart herself, the paranoia, sorrow, and anger tapping in her mind.

but as she grew insane in her room, so did her lust and animus. she needed something to break, and someone to crack open. she chuckled at the thought of you spread on a bed, absorbing your nude curves, ramming her fingers into you until you couldn’t breathe.

so she formed a plan.

she’d invite you over, and make sure you’d get oh so fucked out of your mind. you were honestly so stupid, no point of the plan would need extensive backup.

as you stepped into her dorm, her eyes trailed over your outfit. your black lycra dress with star cutouts, as if you were begging to leave with your pussy slaughtered.

“did you get the uppers?” you asked, your stride hypnotic, abby stuck in a trance. she quickly snaps herself out of it, shaking her head, showing a small bag of weed.

“i know you’re still overwhelmed with the depression on your plate, so i thought this would hit better than an upper.” she chimes, a loving smile on her face, even though her intentions were anything but pure and genuine.

you quickly snatch the weed out of her hands, pissing her off internally. ‘a few hits and i can take my anger out on her’ she thinks to herself, reminding herself not to lash out.

as you selfishly take hits, she just watches, her face growing warm as she glimpses up your midriff, not even caring how greened out you seem.

while abby was sober, you were seeing stars. your delicate eyes were bloodshot, and the room was tilting. your hands grasp the chair, letting out an uneasy whimper that almost sets abby off. the utter thought of touching you was starting to ignite the need in her.

she watches you intoxicate yourself with the weed, proud that she purchased the 900mg package for you. it’d be easier to control you.

“a-abs..” you rasp out, dropping to the floor when you try to stand up. she knew what she did to the weed to make you have this behavior. she picks you up and places you on her lap.

“what’s wrong, cupcake?” she replies, your eyesight turning blurry as you pass out. she let out a sinister chuckle.

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you woke up to abby’s room, unable to move due to the rope bonding you to the bed. you felt fear fill you as you realize that you’re exposed, the only item clad to your body being your lacy bra.

“abby! where the fuck are you?” you scream out, your vocal chords aching as you speak. “whatever sick prank this is, isn’t fucking funny!” you cry out, the possibilities of what she may do shaking you to your core.

abby steps into the room, completely nude, her fishtail braid slipped out, the strands running loose and carefree. with your body still greened out, it took you a moment to process the strap on. once it hit you, abby approaches you, animus in her expression, yet lust in her eyes.

“it’ll be easier if you don’t resist.” she whispers coldly, forcing your legs open. your legs kick and flail,abby gazing down on you, as if your body was weak and frail. “no! abby don’t-“ you get cut off by her muscular hand squeezing your neck, as if she could break it.

the only sounds out of you were choked gasps, your skin slightly tainting red. she lets out a lovesick sigh, watching you struggle to hold air.

while you struggle to find air, she finally slips her cock inside you, releasing your neck. all the agony, pent up rage and arousal, it all disappeared.

you couldn’t help it, but you enjoyed it all. you let out broken moans, screaming out her name in a harmonic manner, as if her name were a song.

“fuckin’ whore. bet not even ellie made you feel like this. look at you, all stretched out.” abby grunts between thrusts, looking down at you as if you’re a lost cause.

she sees the strap forming a bulge on your stomach, pressing on it roughly. “HNNGH! ABB-“ you growl out, gripping at the bonds for dear life.

“you aren’t gonna cum.” abby coldly told you, the words coming out as a promise.

you were already close, abby staring deep into your eyes as if you had a death wish.

you fuck yourself onto her cock, your slickness slipping and sliding yourself until you hit the right spot.

you let the most pornographic moan ever as you climax, your eyes rolling back in pleasure, your head on abby’s shoulder.

you felt abby’s heart pound, her breathing growing ragged and more noticeable, and her face was bursting red.

“you fucking slut!” she screams out as she punches you down and throws a glass at your head. “I’M GONNA FUCKING SHOW YOU!” abby screams, shoving the strap down your throat, giving you no space to breathe.

you suck it down, your eyes gleaming with tears. abby’s eyes were covered in malice, her smirk growing as she lodged it in your throat, with no way to take it out.

she takes a video of you sucking on the strap, your eyes stuck and bloodstruck. she unties you, and within a few minutes, your heart broke. your own best friend used you to her advantage. but you didn’t mind the idea of being her free use slut.

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in the evening, you sobbed on the ground. abby slides you a piece of cake. “here. you’ll need it for the men tomorrow.” she speaks in a mocking tone, laughing at your weakness. Abby walked towards you with a blade, lightly pressing it against your neck.

“if you say a word, I’ll kill you.” She coos, leaving a slit on your neck.

this is where you finally discover.. abby has gone feral. you’d never live this down, and had to find a way to escape her before she broke you.

there had to be some way, right?..

the end!

(Tell me how you like it!)

#𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘺!..#cherrylesbianschamber #ellie williams x reader #abby the last of us #abby x reader #abby anderson #dark feminine energy #dark femme #femme4all

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blairxbear · 16 hours ago

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How they react to accidental hand touches...

UA Part 1 / UA Part 2 / Pro Heroes / Villains

When your hand accidentally brushes theirs how will they react? More adorable moments with my absolute favourite boys!

Featuring: Izuku Midoriya, Shoto Todoroki, Tenya Ida, Denki Kaminari, Mirio Togata, Hanta Sero, Koji Koda, Mashirao Ojiro

Izuku Midoriya

Immediate panic.

His brain short-circuits as soon as your fingers brush against his.

Visibly stiffens, blush creeping up his neck.

"Oh—uh—I—sorry!" He flails a little, pulling his hand back like he just touched a live wire.

Goes into a spiral of overthinking (Was that on purpose? Did they notice? What does it mean?!).

Avoids eye contact for at least ten minutes but keeps sneaking glances at your hands.

If you don’t seem bothered, he tries to casually “accidentally” touch your hand again.

If you tease him about it, he gets even redder but stammers out something dorky like, "It—it was nice, though!"

Shoto Todoroki

Freezes completely.

He stares at your hands touching, his brain buffering.

"Oh." He says it so softly like it’s the most fascinating thing in the world.

Doesn’t move his hand away immediately because he’s too busy processing the warmth of your skin.

If you act casual, he might not even mention it.

If you fluster easily, he gets curious and might brush his fingers against yours again just to see you react.

Secretly enjoys it way more than he lets on.

Tenya Iida

Immediate, dramatic reaction.

"OH! I—I APOLOGIZE!" Yanks his hand back so fast you barely realize what happened.

Bows slightly like he’s committed a crime.

Probably starts lecturing himself out loud about "personal space" and "proper conduct between friends."

Blushes all the way to his ears.

If you laugh, he becomes even more flustered but smiles at you shyly.

If you casually brush your hand against his again, he short-circuits but secretly loves it.

Denki Kaminari

Immediate, dramatic overreaction.

"OH—so we’re holding hands now? NICE!" Grins like an idiot but is absolutely internally screaming.

Might jokingly lace your fingers together for a second just to tease you.

Flirty on the outside, a mess on the inside.

If you pull away shyly, he instantly melts.

"Aww, don’t be shy! We can do it again if you want~" Winks but is actually very nervous.

His brain replays the moment for the rest of the day.

Mirio Togata

Completely unbothered.

"Oh! Looks like we’re connected now!" Gives you the most radiant smile ever.

Gently squeezes your fingers before pulling away like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

If you seem shy about it, he might casually grab your hand again just to tease you.

100% chill but definitely thinking, "Wow, their hands are soft."

If you bring it up later, he’ll just laugh and say, "Want to do it again?"

Hanta Sero

Smirks immediately.

"Oh? We holdin’ hands now? Cute."

Doesn’t move his hand away for a few seconds just to see your reaction.

Super casual about it but secretly finds it adorable if you get flustered.

If you pull away quickly, he’ll tease you. "What, I don’t bite~" but is secretly a little bummed you let go.

If you act normal, he just rolls with it and might "accidentally" do it again.

Koji Koda

Immediately panics.

Face turns beet red, ears included.

Looks at you like a deer caught in headlights.

"S-Sorry!" Voice so soft you barely hear it.

Pulls his hand away instantly, even though he kind of liked it.

Too shy to bring it up again but will definitely think about it for the rest of the day.

If you casually touch his hand again later, he might pass out from flustered happiness.

Mashirao Ojiro

Surprisingly smooth about it.

"Oh, my bad." But doesn’t seem uncomfortable at all.

Gives you a soft smile but secretly feels his heartbeat speed up.

If you get flustered, he finds it super cute.

Might casually do it again later just to test your reaction.

If you keep acting normal, he will pretend it’s no big deal, but inside, he’s a little giddy.

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loopstagirl · 26 days ago

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For @Febuwhump's day 5: Not trusting reality

TW: POW, TW: torture

“I need all available units to head northeast and-,” Scott stopped.

The tune was half-familiar, even in that toneless whistle. In fact, that was what made it familiar.

“-and support Thunderbird Two-,”

Chills ran down his entire body and his hands gave an involuntarily twitch. Glancing around, he scanned every face, but he couldn’t see who was whistling.

But he’d never seen him whistle. Just heard him. It screamed through his memory louder than any alarm could.

“Sir?” The harassed fire captain was watching him, waiting for his instructions.

Scott shook himself. He took a half-second to feel the sun on his face and then turned his attention back to the man in front of him.

“Support Thunderbird Two: follow my colleague’s directions, he’ll let you know where you’re needed. Keep two men... What is that sound?”

It was barely audible. Heavy machine rumbled through the area. Thunderbird Two’s VTOL engines would’ve drowned out everything if Scott wasn’t so used to them. The water cannon Virgil was throwing on the stubbornly raging fires was almost deafening.

But he could still hear it.

That tuneless whistling; that jaunty tune that was always in complete contrast to where he was.

“Sir?”

He didn’t hear the captain this time. He could only hear that tune. He turned, stumbling away from Mobile Control, shoving people out of his way as he searched. Broad backs; wiry hair; a limp from some unknown injury... The signs were everywhere and nowhere at once. Every time he saw one hint, the sound would come from the other direction.

He was surrounded by fire, yet Scott was shivering. He couldn’t stop it; his body was acting on instinct. The whistling was always a sign of what was to come, a warning of pain and humiliation he couldn’t prevent. He just had to see who was making the noise, just had to-

Someone grabbed his arm.

Hands snatched at him, finger-marked bruises overlapping the ones from the numerous times before. They pinned his arms, holding him while cord looped around his wrists...

“No.” It was little more than a gasp as Scott tore free. He stumbled back, ignoring the shocked expression on the man in front of him.

Violent shivers wracked his body now but he was hot, so hot... He tugged at the collar of his uniform. It was too tight, too restrictive, and he couldn’t breathe... Not with that damn whistling still ringing in his ears. His fingers scrabbled, trying to pull the material away...

Laughter as he choked. Fighting the material wrapped around his throat, desperately forcing fingers between it and his neck as they twisted, pulling tighter, watching him flail, fighting for air...

There were too many people here. Scott saw everything and nothing all at once. Everywhere he turned, he caught a glimpse of that face. It was always turning away from him; never enough to give him a proper look.

And always, that whistling ringing in his ears.

Scott shoved through the crowd. Startled cries fell on deaf ears, all he could hear was that tune. He was no longer the Field Commander of International Rescue. He was just a man desperate to escape the grasping hands, fighting not to be pulled back there...

He broke free of the crowd, uncaring of the stares. He could hear a voice calling his name, a familiar, concerned voice coming through his comm-link. But he couldn’t respond. Couldn’t say John’s name. He’d never said his brothers’ names in that place, couldn’t invite them into that hell even if it was in his own mind.

He ran.

He didn’t know where.

Didn’t care.

His breathing came in short gasps, not in anyway connected to the spontaneous exercise. Smoke filled the air, the smell of acrid burning filling his nostrils, skin burning, agony ripping through his side, a scream tearing unbidden from his throat as the brand pressed against him, mocking laughter, shouted questions...

No. He wasn’t burning. It was a faded scar, nothing more.

Scott stopped running. He wasn’t sure how far he’d gone, but the crowds were behind him now. He could still hear it, though. That same tune, half-whistled, the same few refrains over and over again.

That was good.

It was when the music stopped that was the problem.

When the bolt drew back and jeering faces filled the cell, selecting, taking him, taking one of his team...

There were buildings in front of him. Some part of his mind clung to rational thought. He’d reached the outskirts of the town. The evacuated town: half the residents were helping fight the fires; the other half safely moved to friends and relatives to escape the inferno. He tried breathing deeply, but the smoke was as thick here. It made him cough...

Gasping for air as the cloth was pulled from his face. Dripping wet hair falling into his eyes, ice-cold water running down his chest, stinging the cuts but soothing the burns. He choked, retched, fighting to remember the basic instinct of breathing...

This wasn’t real. The wounds – physical and mental – had healed. His commander would never have sent him out here if he couldn’t handle it. His dad would keep him safe.

Shaking hands lifted until palms rested on the rough stone in front of him. It scratched against his skin but the sharp sting was a relief. Bracing against the building, he let his head hang, focusing on his breathing.

How many people had seen him run from Mobile Control? How many people now knew Scott Tracy’s truth: that he was broken, weak...

Pathetic.

Boots. Fists. A lead pipe. Rope burning his wrists as they suspended him from a hook in the ceiling, boots not able to get any purchase. There was a fire the other end of the room, the smoky air making it difficult to both see and breathe. He didn’t want to see, didn’t need to... He knew. He’d soon make the acquaintance of whatever was heating in those flames...

Running footsteps. Stones giving way under heavy boots, curses as feet lost their grip.

The heavy thud of steps coming down the corridor. It was worse when the thuds stopped. When they arrived.

“Scott!”

“... Tracy. Captain. Serial number seven six, one eight nine, five six five.”

“Can you hear me?”

“Are you deaf? Answer the question!”

“Are you okay?”

“You think this hurts? You know nothing, boy.”

A hand touched his back. Scott whirled, lashing out blindly. They’d come for him this time and he couldn’t, just couldn’t it again, the smoke was too thick, his throat too raw...

He didn’t connect with anything but heard a startled yelp. It was one of the first sounds he recognised since hearing the tune.

The music. The music had stopped. No. Not stopped. Stopping meant danger, pain, humiliation. He just couldn’t hear it. For some reason, there was a tiny part of him that clung to the difference.

He strained his ears. He’d heard the bolt any second, the laughter. But all he could hear was...

“... and components four through seven need replacing, but I need more 10mm screws and the bolts with the fixtures to get through that. Pod three has low foam levels but until that shipment from Tokyo comes in, we’re stuck using that other stuff which always blocks up the nozzles-”

He blinked.

“- but I’ve found a three-inch screwdriver clears them out fine.”

“Are you reciting your maintenance list?” The words came without his permission. The ringing in his ears cleared as Virgil stopped his run-down of all the components found in the pods of Thunderbird Two.

His brother grinned at him.

“Thought it was more likely to catch your attention. The back-up was the top ten best classical pianists of all time, but figured that risked you running again.”

He didn’t continue his bizarre topic of conversation. Instead, Virgil just looked at him. And Scott looked back.

It was definitely his brother he saw. Through the haze of smoke, it wasn’t tools that he was painfully familiar with, but a face he knew as well as his own. One that didn’t bring pain, but comfort and reassurance.

Virgil’s grin morphed into a serious expression as he watched Scott focus on him. He touched his comms.

“I’ve got him, Thunderbird Five.”

Scott took in a shaky breath. As the smoke again hit his lungs, a scar on his side flared in remembered pain.

“Here.”

He tried to pull away, but Virgil was too quick. Scott acquiesced and took the oxygen mask. It only took a few inhales before his mind cleared, like a breeze wafting away his clouded mind. He handed it back to Virgil, watching mutely as his brother returned it to the tank on his back.

“You were in Two,” he finally said. For once, Virgil didn’t call him out on his powers of observation.

“And you were in the past,” he said gently. Watching Scott closely for a reaction, he stretched out a hand and, when Scott didn’t flinch, gripped his arm reassuringly. It was grounding but Scott had been known to respond badly if it was too soon.

That reminded him of his wild swing and he looked at his brother anxiously, but there was no bloody nose or black eye. Nor did his fist hurt. He'd missed. Thank god.

“Thanks,” Scott said gruffly. Embarrassed. “For pulling me back.”

“Always.” Virgil squeezed his arm, then let go. “What triggered it?”

They’d been coming when he’d first come home. The smallest of innocent things plunged him straight back into the nightmare. But the mandatory counselling and every doctor’s favourite remedy – time – had slowly grounded him in the here and now.

He hadn’t realised Virgil had been paying attention when he’d learnt coping mechanisms for stopping the past. He needed a voice, a lifeline, to cling to, and the more mundane the words, the better.

He certainly hadn’t known that his brother still remembered the tricks.

“The whistling,” Scott muttered.

They started back towards the danger zone. As the number of people increased, Scott kept his gaze fixed on where they were going and, when it came into view, Mobile Control. He couldn’t face seeing their expressions.

He didn’t look at Virgil but felt his brother’s gaze burn into the side of his head with pinpoint accuracy.

“There was this tune,” Scott struggled to explain. “And a guard who-,”

“It’s okay.” Virgil’s hand was back on his arm. “That’s enough.”

The chances of him hearing it again were slim indeed, and how was he supposed to explain it without trying to whistle the tune himself if Virgil wanted specifics?

They reached Mobile Control and Scott stared blankly at it. What had he been doing before this? Where were things up to with the rescue?

“Thunderbird Five, de-active remote control of MC.” Virgil smiled gently as he nudged Scott into position.

“F.A.B.” John’s voice came from the instruments in front of them. “Your last orders have been carried out, Captain, and relinquishing control back to you.”

Scott smiled. They never called him that. But right now, it was what he needed. His hands settled on the panel in front of him and his mind focused on the alerts, comms and overall situation flashing at him.

“F.A.B.”

Scott looked at Virgil, and nodded.

He was back in the here and now. This was his reality, not the hellhole that had destroyed his life for six months.

He was back in the zone.

He was back.

#febuwhump #febuwhump2025 #febuwhumpday5 #tw: pow #tw: torture #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #scott tracy

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uchu-no-bashira · 8 months ago

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PLEASE, let me nerd out with my OG Gyomei moots.

Mod here! Long read/rant about he big guy under the cut. Tagging @himejima-san @otomesass @the-axe-and-flail IDK ANY OTHER OG GYOMEI PEOPLE, SORRY-

You know what I love about Gyomei? And bear with me, because I'm not the best writer and it's so hard for me to be normal about this man and talk about him without stimming profusely - ANYWAY.

As a person who read the manga front to back and read about the descriptions of Gyomei's breathing style, movements and fighting style on the wiki, it is so exciting to see him animated, and it confirms all f the head-canon's I had about him fighting!

Sorry if I get a little nerdy or whatever, but I absolutely love, that I was right about one thing. ONCE HE STARTS, HE CANNOT STOP. Also, his weapon is NOT JUST DEADLY TO DEMONS! He is also a danger to HIMSELF! I mean, obviously, but just think about that! It's so cool! He has to simultaneously listen to the reverberations of his chain, get a mental image of his target and attack with INSANE accuracy, All while dodging his own axe and flail.

If you go frame by frame - yes, I did because I'm a nerd and have been waiting for this moment for like 2 years or whenever the Hashira meeting episode was first aired - you can see Gyomei using the chain as a BATTLING ROPE!! THAT IS SO COOOOOLL!! (calm down mod. deep breath) THIS MEANS, that he has to maintain a constant flow of momentum. And let's face it, he has the lower and upper body strength to do it! WHICH ALSO EXPLAINS WHY HE'S SO BIG!

I wondered, from the moment I read about his flash back or any of the little tidbits about him, why he wend from being thin to being extremely Jacked. One, it's because he believes a robust lower half is essential to maintaining stability, power etcetera - and he's right, because you're (supposed) to lift any and everything with your legs.

And, if you keep watching, he uses his chain, axe and flail as Nunchaku! Meaning the more momentum he has, the deadlier the attack. AND, you'll se him do a jumping side spin, which means he is JUMPING OVER AND DUCKING EITHER CHAN THAT HE IS USING. One, to not get hurt, Two, SO THEY DON'T GET TANGLED! Because you'll see him use his neck as well.

I IMPLORE ALL OF MY OG GYOMEI STANS - if you haven't already - TO GO BACK AND WATCH THAT SCENE FRAME BY FRAME. Because it is truly amazing and I just... Ahh~ I love him and his strength and resolve! And he did it so fluently! When we saw Tengen do some of the same (no shade because Tengen is fucking amazing too) He was screaming to the top of his lungs against Gyutaro.

Gyomei just did it, like he 'bout that life. UGHSRLGL;S I cannot. There are so many other things I'm missing, but that was the one that made me do the flappy hands, internal scream combo.

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randomfoggytiger · 5 months ago

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"Probable Cause"

Fictober, Day 3

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Taken from @cecilysass's prompt: As part of a case, one or both agents are “cursed” with losing the ability to speak (or whatever case-related reason you want to give it). They have to communicate / argue about causes anyway.

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I’M NOT, Scully scribbled, CURSED.

Mulder stood at the other end of the morgue, drawn up to his full height in disapproval. His eyes never left her notepad, squinting as his pinched mouth and bric-a-brac nose twitched in defiance. “You don’t have strep, either.”

The intern at her side coughed, uncomfortable; then fled with a hurried half-excuse, sneakers streaking across the floor in long squeaks and scuds. His “Oh, sorry-- they’re busy,” wafted in through the door before it clicked decisively shut.

She stretched her neck sideways, scrunched her eyebrows, cleared her throat: swollen lymph nodes, throbbing headache, scratchy throat. Strep throat.

“No fever,” her partner insisted, refusing to let this go. “All your symptoms match the victim's. And if we don’t figure out what is causing this, others... might die as well.” You might, she read in his wince.

THERE ARE NO COMMUNICABLE CONCERNS IN OUR CONDITIONS.

“You both lost your voice after speaking with Magnus Brock. I’d say that’s pretty communicable.”

YOU CAN’T PROVE-- Scully stopped, head aching, hand cramping. Glancing at her partner, she watched Mulder yawn cavernously behind a willowy arm. Three days of worry and bad sleep seemed to crash down at once: although his second yawn was smaller, it was more exhausted, more defeated.

Autopsy concluded with no leads left to chase, what was the harm in playing along?

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She was dozing against the passenger side window when Mulder's door popped open. They were still parked in front of the hex shop, Scully blurrily concluded, so she couldn't have been waiting more than ten minutes.

“Got you a little somethin’ somethin.” He handed over a paper bag, trying to speak above its unconscionably loud ruckus. “'Cure-all for hexes, curses, and speech impediments.' The woman behind the desk said to take it before bed on an empty stomach; and to make sure there are no witnesses around 'to divert the will of good' while you chant the disenchantment spell.” Mulder ignored her incredulous What?, rifling around and drawing out two glass jars and a small, badly sewn pouch. It scratched when he pressed it into her palm. “Hold this in your dominant hand-- used to be the left, but they’ve loosened the rules-- as you drink this elixir,” he continued, placing one of the jars in her other palm, “with a mixture of water. Doesn’t matter if it’s cold, warm, or boiled, so long as it hasn’t been blessed.”

Mulder-- is what she would say, perhaps, if she could. Instead, she tilted the glass around, peered at the choked and strangled tea weeds inside, and weighed the pros and cons of not following through on her unspoken promise.

“There’s an ingredient card in the bag,” he added, tilting sideways to secure his seat belt.

Scully lowered her brew next to its twin, tapped both lids methodically with the tip of her index finger. Two jars.

“Mine’s preventative,” he answered around a yawn-- Mulder’s way of promising, Partners, in all things.

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She wasn’t sure what she expected to happen. Best case scenario, they wouldn’t end up in the hospital with food poisoning caused by some mold or foreign bacteria.

Scully hadn’t expected immediate, agonizing torture.

She dropped to the bathroom floor, twisting and flailing in her sweat, kicking ineffectually at the door to get Mulder’s attention. It was half a lifetime later before he appeared, grunting and straining as he tried to lift her up and haul her to the bed. Call an ambulance, she wanted to scream before realizing he’d fallen sideways, gasping in pain. His face was contorted and glistening. His focus and grip were slipping.

“Mulder!” Scully yelled as he vanished from view and the world went black.

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She was pulled from sleep by the phone ringing.

Scully tried to jerk upright; but gave up, collapsing numbly where she'd dropped. Though her fingers wiggled on command, it took a second to register the tingling in her toes. Her lower torso and legs were tangled up in a sheet on the floor; and had lost circulation, crushed under Mulder's askew body. He must've fallen to his knees and crumpled sideways.

“M…Mulder.”

He didn’t answer; and for one irrational second, she feared her partner had lost his voice, too. Then Mulder snored, low and long and pleasant.

Finally, asleep.

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Thanks for reading~

Enjoy!

Tagging @today-in-fic and @xffictober24.

#txf #xf fanfic #randomfoggytiger's fic #Fictober #Day 3 #2024 #“Probable Cause”#xfiles #x-files #the x files #fic #mine #today's a weird one #but kinda... kinda y'know?

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cringevalue · 3 months ago

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I keep a fanfiction spreadsheet, I have no shame, and I need to yap about my stats.

I spent approximately 50 hours and 30 minutes reading this month. That being said, I read 28 fics this month, 78 chapters, and 335,958 words.

My top fandom was Stranger Things (obviously), being all 28 fics and my top ship was Steve Harrington / Eddie Munson with 17 fics. My top five reoccurring characters were Eddie Munson in 27 fics, Steve Harrington in 22 fics, Robin Buckley in 12 fics, Jeff in 5 fics, and Nancy Wheeler in 5 fics.

The three tags I read the most were Bisexual Steve Harrington in 10 fics, Gay Eddie Munson in 6 fics, and Eddie Munson Has a Crush on Steve Harrington in 6 fics, and my top rating this month was Explicit with 13 fics.

The most words I read in a day was 63,226 on November 14th and the longest fic I read was Yes, Chef by Sadstateofaffairs at 90,562 words. November 14th was also the day I spent the most time on AO3, according to my screen time, at 8 hours and 27 minutes.

All of this information (aside from time spent reading) and every fic I've read this month can be found on my spreadsheet!

Every Stranger Things fic I read on AO3 this month is linked under the cut (fics i read on tumblr can be found here!)

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i swear we were infinite by SaintMarySunshine

Explicit - 13.6k - Chrissy Cunningham / Eddie Munson - No Archive Warnings Apply - Alternate Universe - No Upside Down (Stranger Things), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Hawkins High School (Stranger Things), Eddie Munson is a Sweetheart, Eddie Munson Has a Crush on Chrissy Cunningham, Chrissy Cunningham Has a Crush on Eddie Munson, Autism Spectrum, Autistic Chrissy Cunningham, Autistic Eddie Munson, Period Typical Attitudes to Autism, internalized ableism, period typical language in regards to autism, unfortunately, Use of the R Slur, THIS IS WRITTEN BY AN AUTISTIC AUTHOR, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, who knew public meltdowns could bring two people together?, ARFID, they're so soft for each other, explicit sexual content in chapter two, your honor they are so in love, fun sexy liberties were taken with diagnostic criteria, shh it was the 80s, See Author's Note For Specifics, Background OC Cheerleaders, Explicit Sexual Content, Cunnilingus, eddie eats pussy and we all know it, eddie "she comes first" munson, Enthusiastic Consent, chrissy stands up for herself, and tells jason the fuck off, the younger kids are adorable and annoying

In which both Eddie and Chrissy are autistic. There's a lot to hate about yourself when the whole world tells you you're broken. Then again, what if you were never broken in the first place? EXERPT: "Chrissy’s not autistic. Mom says she can’t be. Just because she can only eat like three things without vomiting, just because she didn’t talk ‘till she was five, just because too much sensory input makes her scream and flail and smash her head into the wall...she’s not. It doesn't matter. She's not fucking autistic." XXX "Eddie is a r*tard. Uncle Wayne says the technical term is autistic, but it’s all the same, right? He’s a fucking weirdo-- can’t understand even the most basic social skills, can’t be interested in things without being obsessed with them, so bad at school that he’s failed senior year twice. It’s embarrassing. It’s disgusting. Look, he’s got his whole bravado thing going on, got a couple friends, got one or two skill sets, but... he’s a fucking freak. Whatever you wanna call it -- ret*rded, autistic, special-ed-short-bus-freak -- this shit is a curse."

Halloween Stroll In The Park by Cheer_Nymph (@cheer-nympho on tumblr)

Explicit - 8.9k - Steve Harrington / Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley & Eddie Munson - No Archive Warnings Apply - Murder, Ghostface Eddie Munson, Ghostface Steve Harrington, but not actually they just dress like him, Knifeplay, but no harm to steve or eddie, Puppy Play, Face Slapping, Bondage, Blow Jobs, Dom/sub, Bottom Steve Harrington, Top Eddie Munson, Blood and Violence, Serial Killers, Partners in Crime, Consensual But Not Safe Or Sane, Stabbing, not tagged as graphic violence cause I don’t go into detail, Dark Eddie Munson, Dark Steve Harrington

There’s a serial killer on the loose and he’s targeting assholes. And Steve plans to use them as a cover to get away with his own murder, perfectly happy for these people to die for the greater good. The only problem with hunting on another, more experienced killers turf is they will always find a way to sneak up on you. ——— Eddie and Steve are both slightly insane, kill a asshole jock together then fuck nasty in a public park.

You're Not Going to Do a Thing by justhere4thevibez (@justhere4thevibez on tumblr)

Teen and Up - 41.3k - Chrissy Cunningham / Eddie Munson - No Archive Warnings Apply - AU where Chrissy lives, Slow Burn, Stranger Things 4, High School, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Eating Disorders, Chronic Illness, AU where the supernatural events of seasons 3 and 4 don't happen, a little light smut, body image issues, Seizures, Child Abuse, Abusive Laura Cunningham, Epilepsy

AU where Chrissy comes to Eddie to buy drugs, but she's hiding more than one secret. Can Eddie help her keep them all?

Safety by Penny00Dreadful (@penny00dreadful on tumblr)

General Audiences - 2.9k - Steve Harrington / Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley & Eddie Munson - No Archive Warnings Apply - Pre-Relationship, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Cell Phones, they dont know each other, Robin Buckley & Eddie Munson Friendship, Stalking, Kinda, Protective Eddie Munson, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Pansexual Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson is a Sweetheart, Eddie Munson Has a Crush on Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington Are Best Friends, Lesbian Robin Buckley, Hurt Robin Buckley, Hurt/Comfort, Platonic Relationships, queers of a feather, Podfic Available

Robin should be royally pissed off with herself right now. She would be if she wasn’t so damn scared. That guy was still trailing behind her, no matter the twists and turns she’d taken down different streets trying to lose him and the only thing she’d gained from it was to get totally and completely lost. OR In a moment of panic, Robin inserts herself into a group of four people with long hair, chains, leather, denim, tartan, rings, tattoos. Subculture, odd, other, alternative. Flag patches and pins. Her people. She just prays they'll just go with it and pretend to know her.

He Was Born To Blow Your Mind (Or Something Along Those Lines) by beetlesandstars (@beetlesandstarss on tumblr)

Teen and Up - 2.6k - Steve Harrington / Eddie Munson - No Archive Warnings Apply - Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson Additional Tags: Roommates, Coming Out, Confessions, Mutual Pining, Gay Eddie Munson, Bisexual Steve Harrington, First Kiss, Making Out, Getting Together, Confident Steve Harrington, Inexperienced Eddie Munson

“Dude, I peed in your sink one time,” Eddie says conversationally, and Steve chokes. Hoarsely, he manages, “What?” Eddie shrugs, lips twitching. “Yeah. Back in 85’, I think. In my defence, I was high as balls. I, uh, I couldn't find the bathroom.” Steve blinks, then blinks again. “Are you saying you broke into my house to… take a leak?” Eddie laughs, the sound rich and deep. “Nah, man. You were throwing a party. I was dealing. I sampled my own goods and got a little fucked.” He clicks his tongue. “A mistake I never made again.” “Oh.” Steve tries to wrap his head around the bizarre image of Eddie standing on the tip of his toes with his dick out, aiming his stream into the sink. “Okay. Okay, I—right.” “Sorry,” Eddie says, not sounding particularly sorry at all. “Did I make it weird?”

Eddie Universe by Jo_Harrington (@jo-harrington on tumblr)

Teen and Up - 2.8k - Steve Harrington / Eddie Munson - No Archive Warnings Apply - Crushes, Unrequited Crush, Secret Crush, Friends to Lovers, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Steven Universe References, Love Confessions, Implied Bisexual Steddie

After Eddie falls off the face of the Earth, Steve goes to do a wellness check, only to find that Eddie has spent the last few days binge watching a kids show.

Chuck by Jo_Harrington (@jo-harrington on tumblr)

Explicit - 3.4k - Eddie Munson - No Archive Warnings Apply - Crack Fic, food fucking, Angst, Funny, Friendship, Masturbation, Boys Will Be Boys, Pranks and Practical Jokes, Song fic, Psychological Torture

It's just a regular closing shift at Benny's. Easy peasy. Nothing bad could possibly happen.

little white panties by pizzabones (@glitterfang on tumblr)

Explicit - 13.1k - Steve Harrington / Eddie Munson - No Archive Warnings Apply - Bisexual Steve Harrington, Bisexual Eddie Munson, Speed Running Two Sexuality Crises, Halloween Costumes, Spin the Bottle, halloween party, Fluff and Smut, Getting Together, Eddie Munson Wears Panties, as a joke, and then it's really not a joke, Blow Jobs, First Time Blow Jobs, First Kiss, thigh fucking, Panties, without feminization, Dual POV, Explicit Sexual Content, Explicit Language, Flirting, Confident Steve Harrington

Steve Harrington likes little white panties. A lot. So much so that Eddie Munson thinks of the perfect prank to play on his good friend Steve after they watch Alien together.

The Worst of The Best by Eddywow (@eddywoww on tumblr)

Explicit - 14.8k - Steve Harrington / Eddie Munson - Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings - Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - No Upside Down (Stranger Things), Sugar Daddy, Sugar Baby, Sub Steve Harrington, Dom/sub, Blow Jobs, Sex Work, Alternate Universe - Escorts, Mistaken Identity, Second-Hand Embarrassment, Feminization, but very brief - Freeform, hinted at - Freeform, Daddy Kink, being horny about wealth and money, Materialistic, Age Difference, Under-negotiated Kink

Steve couldn’t see much of his outfit past a very simple button down, black as night. Lots of rings, a few bracelets. A fucking Piaget, shining off his wrist. Calling to Steve.

how I let myself fall face first (time and time again) by bluepenguin63

Teen and Up - 2.5k - Eddie Munson / Reader - No Archive Warnings Apply - Fluff, Fainting, Flirting, Awkward Flirting, Corroded Coffin Concert (Stranger Things)

“You look hot,” he tells you. “Oh!” you yelp, louder than you intend to. Eddie was a brash person and a total flirt, but you weren’t expecting him to be so forward. Maybe this was a date after all? “I wasn’t sure if the fishnets were too much, but I figured I might as well bring them out for a night like this.” “No, I meant--” he startles, eyes wide at what he just told you, “I mean, you do… You’re--” he chuckles nervously, “Sorry. That was an idiotic way of phrasing that. You look… I meant you look like you’re… a little woozy. Are you feeling okay?” Your skin heats up more than you thought was possible. You pass out at a Corroded Coffin concert. Eddie catches you.

You Did What?! by telltaleheartthrob

Mature - 2k - Steve Harrington / Eddie Munson - No Archive Warnings Apply - Eddie Munson Has a Crush on Steve Harrington, Oblivious Steve Harrington, Getting Together, Gay Eddie Munson, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Aware of Own Bisexuality Steve Harrington, Confident Bisexual Steve Harrington, Not Actually Unrequited Love, POV Eddie Munson, Friends to Lovers, Fade to Black

Everyone had settled into their places, popcorn in hand, and the tv was playing some kind of action/romance that Eddie couldn’t remember the name of, when a sex scene came on. No one really said anything, just sitting there in silence while light moans echoed in the room. The metalhead thought to make a joke to alleviate the awkwardness, but as he geared up to say something, Argyle of all people spoke up, gesturing toward the screen. “Reminds me of our twist in the sheets, eh Steve?” he casually spoke, like it wasn’t mind-boggling information.

love begs, love pleads by greyrainbowchild

Explicit - 2.5k - Steve Harrington / Eddie Munson - Rape / Non-Con - Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Bitching, Alpha Eddie Munson, Alpha Steve Harrington, Omega Steve Harrington, Anal Sex, Knotting, Painful Sex, Manipulation, Mating Bites, Breaking and Entering, Feral Eddie Munson, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Non-Consensual Somnophilia, Possessive Eddie Munson, Vaginal Sex, Breeding, Mentions of Oral Knotting, Steddie DDDNE Kinktober Event

As if being feral, in tune with his designation, is a bad thing. He doesn’t understand how they can be fine with ignoring what makes them other, makes them interesting. It’s why when he hears some jocks laughing about “Harrington and his bitching joke, never grows old” he’s instantly intrigued. or Eddie hears about Steve Harrington wanting to be a mother, wanting to be bitched, and he can't find it in him not to take what is offered so freely. Even if Steve himself didn't know he was on offer.

Criatura by sweetlikesugar (@mindlesslittlefreak on tumblr)

Teen and Up - 2.5k - Eddie Munson & Wayne Munson, Al Munson & Wayne Munson, Eddie Munson's Mother & Wayne Munson, Steve Harrington & Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington & Wayne Munson - No Archive Warnings Apply - POV Wayne Munson, Kid Fic, Pre-Canon, Uncle-Nephew Relationship, Feral Eddie Munson, Animal Death Mild Blood, Family Fluff, Eddie Munson Has a Crush on Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington Has a Crush on Eddie Munson, Pre-Relationship, Puppy Love, Good Parent Wayne Munson, Good Uncle Wayne Munson

Wayne first meets his nephew when he’s two weeks old.

Yes, Chef by Sadstateofaffairs

Explicit - 90.5k - Steve Harrington / Eddie Munson - Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings - Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Chef Steve Harrington, Chef Eddie Munson, Smut, Porn With Plot, Knife Play, Blindfolds, Food Sex, Sex Toys, Past Child Abuse, Steve Harrington Has Issues, Daddy Issues, to be exact, Enemies to Lovers, Kitchen Sex, Switching, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Bisexual Eddie Munson, Childhood Trauma, Everyone's a bit fucky but it's fun promise, Robin is a pastry chef and grows berries in her garden, Modern Era, Explicit Sexual Content, Angst, Out of Character, Father-son abuse, Light BDSM, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Alternate Universe - Chefs, Chefs, Restaurants, Alternate Universe - Restaurant, Masochist Steve Harrington, Masturbation, Dirty Thoughts, Paraphilias, Eventual Smut, oh it’s smutty but enjoy sexy build up first, Sexual Tension, Face Slapping, Hate Sex, Rough Sex, Power Dynamics, Face-Fucking, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Come Eating, Eddie Munson's Tattoos, They both think they’re doms to an extent but they’re both losing it :-), Arguing, Power Bottom Steve Harrington, Massage, Power Play, Top Eddie Munson, Cooking, Unreliable Narrator, Betrayal, Misunderstandings, Sadistic Eddie Munson, Light Sadism, Begging, Eventual Happy Ending, Recovery, References to Drugs, Bruises, Falling In Love, Floor Sex, Biker Eddie Munson, Motorcycles

“You’re stubborn and a hothead. You’re impossible to work with and you’re stuck in the past. Nancy said you’d be hard work but this is fucking ridiculous. I’m here to do a job. You won’t let me change or even suggest anything.” “Not true. I did change the turmeric for saffron.” “Yeah and you’re about this close to jumping off a bridge before admitting that it actually does taste better.” Steve could strangle him. Because yes. The saffron does taste better. The saffron tastes so much better and the dish now makes Steve’s tastebuds soar and his eyes water and the only thing worse than admitting Eddie is correct right now, is admitting that that dish is miles fucking better since Eddie puts his hands on it. And Steve finds himself wondering for a split fucking moment in between the rage he’s feeling, if everything is better with Eddie’s hands on it. or Son of famous, michelin-star chef, Steve Harrington is trying to gain a star of his own after a stint in rehab that left him with a lack of inspiration, until his restaurant manager Nancy has an idea of her own to add a spark back into the kitchen.

The Peruvian Lily Chapter by voidpacifist (@voidpacifist on tumblr)

Teen and Up - 1.9k - Steve Harrington / Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington & Original Character(s) - No Archive Warnings Apply - POV Outsider, Disabled Steve Harrington, Post-Canon, takes place in 2001, Cerebral Palsy

Tess has never seen anyone like her on TV before, until she sees a film starring Steve Buckley. Or, the year is 2001, Steve and Eddie are (privately) married, and representation in film is important.

call my bluff when I roll the dice by gayjinkies (@gayjinkies on tumblr)

Explicit - 14.6k - Steve Harrington / Eddie Munson - No Archive Warnings Apply - Gay Eddie Munson, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Friends to Lovers, Misunderstandings, Post-Canon, Eddie Munson is a Mess, Steve Harrington is a Sweetheart, Light Angst, Smut, Eddie Munson Has a Crush on Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington Has a Crush on Eddie Munson, Requited Unrequited Love, Miscommunication, Blow Jobs, Frottage, Dry Humping, Dom Steve Harrington, Sub Eddie Munson, Mean Dom Steve Harrington, but just kind of, we’re all having fun here, Dacryphilia, Hand & Finger Kink, Eddie Munson Has an Oral Fixation, Happy Ending, accidental verbal humiliation

Eddie holds the ruler up, inches away from his face, just to make sure. He’s gotta make sure, because—because it’s been marked at— “You gotta be fucking kidding me,” he breathes, staring unblinking at it. “You’ve gotta be kidding me.” Ten inches. The black notch in the ruler has been marked at exactly ten inches. Eddie swallows thickly, mouth suddenly too dry. “Big fucking boy, indeed.” — Or: Eddie finds Steve’s dick-measuring ruler while snooping in his bedroom. He’s super chill and normal about it.

Bloodlust by digitaalbe

Explicit - 4k - Steve Harrington / Eddie Munson - Graphic Depictions Of Violence - Stranger Things 4, Hawkins (Stranger Things), Gay Eddie Munson, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Blood and Gore, Violence, Murder, Angst, Hurt No Comfort, Halloween, Hurt Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington Has a Crush on Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson Has a Crush on Steve Harrington, Blood, Torture, Spooky Month Headcanons, Bloodlust, Anger, Tied-up Steve Harrington, Sociopath, Intestines, Weapons, Slasher

Eddie Munson wants to know what Steve Harrington's intestines feel like in his hands. ‘Cause he’s fucked in the head. Eddie Munson loves Steve Harrington. That’s the problem.

silent all these years by cairparavels (@eddielore on tumblr)

Not Rated - 11.1k - Steve Harrington / Eddie Munson - Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings - Secret Admirer, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Sexuality Crisis, Internalized Homophobia, Character Study, Past Steve Harrington/Nancy Wheeler, POV Steve Harrington, freshman year to present, canon compliant except eddie lives and vecna dies, Underage Smoking, Swim Team, Strangers to Lovers, Eddie Munson is a Sweetheart, SO SWEET HES JUST TOO GOOD, One Shot, Insecure Steve Harrington, eddie munson slays every day of his life, Tommy Hagan Being an Asshole, Billy Hargrove Being an Asshole, hints at billy being gay but not explored

steve gives eddie a love note. it's a joke at first. (steve searches for the meaning of life and finds it in his own queerness: a journey through the years.)

Two Parts Mischief, One Part Adoration by AlmightyPastaLord

Teen and Up - 7.7k - Steve Harrington / Eddie Munson - No Archive Warnings Apply - Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Sickfic, Kind Of, Steve Harrington is a Sweetheart, Steve Harrington Needs a Hug, Hurt Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson Lives, Eddie Munson Has a Crush on Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson is Whipped, Protective Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson Loves Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson Calls Steve Harrington Pet Names, they're both disasters your honor

Steve Harrington will be the death of Eddie Munson. It will be written on his tombstone, “Here lies Eddie Munson, died at the ripe ol' age of 21 because of his beautiful, wonderful, amazing boyfriend of only a few months gave him a heart attack that put him in the hole this tombstone marks.” Maybe he was being dramatic. Maybe he was blowing this whole thing straight out of the water. Maybe— "Steve Harrington!" Eddie yelled. "Are you on a fucking ladder?!" There was a pause, no sound traverses the expanse of the Harrington property. Then, softly, practically a whisper, "no."

Am I Full (Am I Empty) by reysrose

General Audiences - 1.8k - Eddie Munson & Wayne Munson, Eddie Munson & Nancy Wheeler - No Archive Warnings Apply - Alternate Universe - Daemons, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Vomiting, Sickfic, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Eddie Munson & Nancy Wheeler are Best Friends, Alcohol, Halloween, Touch Starved Nancy Wheeler, Minor self injurious behaviors, POV Wayne Munson, Good Parent Wayne Munson, Southern Wayne Munson

The first time Wayne Munson meets Nancy Wheeler, she's a drunk, blanket wrapped lump on the floor of his trailer bathroom and her soul is entwined with his boy's.

The axe forgets but the tree remembers by sweetlikesugar (@mindlesslittlefreak on tumblr)

Explicit - 6.7k - Steve Harrington / Eddie Munson - Rape / Non-Con - Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Anal Sex, Painful Sex, Wetting, Outdoor Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Slurs, Homophobic Language, Forced Feminization, Revenge Sex, Verbal Humiliation, Creepy Eddie Munson, Pre-Canon, Sexual Repression, Mind Games, spitting

What are you sorry for, Harrington, give me specifics,” Munson gestures with his cigarette impatiently. “A lot has happened during King Steve’s reign, I want to know what exactly you’re apologizing for. Unless you don’t remember,” he grins, and the back of Steve’s neck goes hot. “I remember,” he says and immediately can tell Eddie knows he’s lying. “Well,” he grins, a glint of silver in his mouth sparkling maliciously. “Go on then”.

Babydoll by sweetlikesugar (@mindlesslittlefreak on tumblr)

Explicit - 6.8k - Steve Harrington / Eddie Munson - Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings - Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Objectification, Dollification, Dom/sub Undertones, Crossdressing, Grooming, Foot Fetish, Rimming, Intercrural Sex, Wet & Messy, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Shaving, Bathing/Washing, Quiet Sex, Mirror Sex, Manhandling, Kissing, Blow Jobs, Dress Up

It’s beautiful, his doll, carved from the finest porcelain, sculpted to perfection. While Steve does his best to style his doll in all the finery it deserves, it truly wouldn’t matter if it was sitting in the nude, or wrapped in cheap fabric, the doll itself is masterfully crafted for Steve to dress and undress and style to his liking, a picture perfect innocence in the wide glassy eyes and petal pink mouth.

Sparagmos by sweetlikesugar (@mindlesslittlefreak on tumblr)

Explicit - 6.2k - Steve Harrington / Eddie Munson - Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings - Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Cult Leader Eddie Munson, Hellfire is a Cult, Human Sacrifice, Ritual Sex, Necrophilia, Eye Trauma, Eye Gouging, Kissing, Cannibalism, Blood and Gore, Blood As Lube, Anal Fingering, Creepy Eddie Munson, Obsession, Blood Drinking, Orgy, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Foot Fetish, Decapitation

a Dionysian cult ritual which involved taking a live fawn or panther cub and ripping it apart before consuming it raw - "Who’s got the prettiest doe eyes in all the land?” Eddie grins. “Who?” Frankie indulges Eddie’s dramatic pause. “Steve Harrington, of course”.

I Burn Forsooth by AstridMyrna

Teen and Up - 19.5k - Chrissy Cunningham / Eddie Munson - No Archive Warnings Apply - Sickfic, Sick Character, Fever, Fainting, Hurt/Comfort, Head On Lap, Eddie says fuck a lot when he’s nervous, Eddie Munson Has a Crush on Chrissy Cunningham, Chrissy Cunningham Has a Crush on Eddie Munson, princess carry, Cuddling & Snuggling, Sleepy Cuddles

Eddie wakes up and realizes he's fainted straight into the arms of one Chrissy Cunningham.

Chloroform boy by sweetlikesugar (@mindlesslittlefreak on tumblr)

Explicit - 3.4k - Steve Harrington / Eddie Munson - Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings - Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Kidnapping, Stockholm Syndrome, Bondage, Mind Break, Captivity, Bathing/Washing, Watersports, Anal Fingering, Creampie, Blow Jobs, Rimming, Come Eating, Creepy Eddie Munson, Post-Stranger Things 4 Vol. 2, Eddie Munson Lives

The emaciated face of Steve Harrington squints up at him in the sudden burst of light coming from the upstairs apartment. “Hi, sweetheart”.

Blueberry Muffin by Jo_Harrington (@jo-harrington on tumblr)

Mature - 2.2k - Eddie Munson / Reader - No Archive Warnings Apply - Established Relationship, Food, Eating, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Discussion of previous relationship

Eddie notices you're good at sharing your food. A little too good.

Skate from the Heart by spookyscaryaliens

Teen and Up - 26.1k - Steve Harrington / Eddie Munson - No Archive Warnings Apply - Alternate Universe - Hockey, Alternate Universe- Figure Skating, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Minor Injuries, Slow Burn, Period-Typical Homophobia, Gay Eddie Munson, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Supportive Wayne Munson, Hypothermia, Panic Attacks, Cuddling & Snuggling, Literal Sleeping Together, Drowning, Hurt Eddie Munson, Hurt Steve Harrington, Internalized Homophobia, Blood and Injury, Good Parent Jim "Chief" Hopper, Billy Hargrove is Not Okay, Not Billy Hargrove Friendly, he is coping with trauma in the wrong way sorry y’all

Eddie Munson, 20 years old, and the only male figure skater in all of Hawkins. He was an anomaly and he loved it. Steve Harrington is a hockey player with dreams of being in the AHL. Too bad someone was practicing on his pond.

You're the Pretender by tuttifruitti

Teen and Up - 15.7k - Steve Harrington / Eddie Munson - No Archive Warnings Apply - Alternate Universe - No Upside Down (Stranger Things), Getting Together, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Gay Eddie Munson, Pining, Mutual Pining, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Gay Disaster Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington Has Bad Parents, POV Alternating, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Period-Typical Homophobia, Coming Out, Background Relationships, Thanksgiving, Minor Robin Buckley/Chrissy Cunningham, and i mean really minor, Not Beta Read

When Steve enlisted Eddie to be his fake date for thanksgiving dinner with his parents, he had only one goal. That was, to officially come out to his family as Bisexual and maybe mess with his dad a little bit. If he just so happened to fall in love in the process, then that was just a bonus. A fic inspired by this iconic craigslist post.

#ao3 wrapped #ao3 #fanfiction spreadsheet #fic recs #stranger things #steddie #steddie fanfiction #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfiction #steve harrington #steve harrington fanfiction

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atsadi-shenanigans · 6 months ago

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What Shall We Become 16 - Sacrifices

The rogue is badly injured.

On AO3.

Fucking TRIGGER WARNING for torture and gore here.

Pain is everything. Wretched, grinding pain. Can’t breathe, can’t move, can’t think. He tries to sink into oblivion once again, but his thrice-cursed vampiric nature will not let him.

He’s broken. Blind. Can’t hear. Smells only blood—old and dead and his own. Worthless blood. He’s tasted it before (not a thinking creature, the master had decreed, red eyes leering; have a taste, boy and it was the most rancid thing to ever touch his tongue).

Rancid, undead blood. A mockery of life.

He’s…where? Why?

His thoughts won’t coalesce. Something touches him and his skull shifts and pain lights his hair on fire. There’s something deeply wrong with his head. It’s broken. He’s felt that before. Skull smashed like a sun melon.

Oh, what has he done.

The master rarely lets anger show so directly. It usually comes in disgust and annoyance. In a predator’s eyes in a dark room. But he can be pushed to anger. Astarion has a talent for it. Wretched, stupid boy.

He can’t remember what he’s done, this time, though.

Cold hands on him and his skin lights up in agony. He’s being dragged, he thinks. His siblings hauling him somewhere (he knows where). More than one, even. He’s made some terrible mistake. If they’re all here, if it takes all of them and not just Godey…

He whimpers.

There’s no point in fighting. There never is. The master will let them, sometimes. Let them have that small freedom. But exercising it makes it all so much worse. Yet compliance, when Astarion forces his own legs to move himself and his own arms to stretch out for the manacles, his reward is the master’s chilled fingers sliding through his hair and a thin voice in his ear, “So pathetic you don’t even try.”

He doesn’t know how long they drag him. Must have been in a distant wing of the palace. He can’t remember this night at all. Doesn’t know what he’s done or failed to do to draw the master’s ire like this.

It doesn’t really matter. Master doesn’t need a reason. At least not one Astarion’s stupidity needs to understand. He’s so worthless, so insignificant, he can’t even comprehend the lessons the master must carve into him, over and over again. He must be corrected so frequently.

Eventually, they stop. Eventually, his siblings haul him onto a table. His own blood is so thick he can’t smell the stink of the kennels. He’s not sure that’s an improvement.

Then they pull his arms up and oh, he’s truly shattered, isn’t he? Ragged fractures twist and tear him internally as they move him and he cannot stop the screams. The master laughs; he enjoys Astarion’s screams. They’re the sweetest of them all.

New pain starts. Hot slashing, scraping over his ribs. Is Godey starting with a flailing? It’s been some time since he’s experienced that one. The screams begin in earnest, now.

Voices warble. His previous injuries have filled his ears with blood, likely crushed his ear canals entirely. There are no words, no sense. Just warbles and his own, pathetic cries.

Godey hoots and jeers, as Godey does, wretched beast. And then they pull at the incision. He’s being dissected. He wishes he knew what he did so he can beg properly. Sometimes—very, very rarely—that works. The master appreciates a good grovel, especially in front of an audience: his siblings and guests alike. Likes to show his power and control.

But Astarion can’t remember, and can only scream as skin is ripped open and scraped from underlying muscle.

“…more! Bleed more!”

Doesn’t know that voice. The master must have company. A special guest. Perhaps Astarion did nothing at all and the master just wanted to show off his most beautiful creation. Those are the worst nights.

Something nudges him inside his broken head. His fuzzy thoughts blur a moment. The master is often in their thoughts, but never so small. And the master is right here, overseeing Astarion’s correction.

Another nudge. Something urgent. Something angry.

He’s failing his punishment. The master means to make a pretty example of him. But he cannot move to thrash, cannot think to plead. His eyes are ruined and he can’t even cry as the torment continues. A poor example. A failure, even in this.

Frustration, now. And…and fear. No, not just fear.

Terror.

…that. Is not the master.

Something in his skull crunches. His body tries to stitch itself together even as the tearing continues. That’s Godey’s favorite part. The way Astarion’s body struggles despite his mind knowing better. He lets Astarion heal, just a little. Expend whatever meager rat blood he’s consumed enough for the nerves to reconnect. And then starts again. For the challenge. Grind Astarion down until even his body fails. Because to lift one up, to shape them to perfection, they must first be destroyed.

Sound filters in. Still warbling (must be the blood or the brains in his ears). But it’s enough to make out chanting.

“Boooal! Boooal!”

What in the hells is a boooal?

A knife cuts into him again. The air is thick and stinking. Fingers inside him as something jeers as it hooks fingers between his ribs and tugs.

He screams again. The master’s favorite sound. Drawing it out, playing Astarion’s agony like a musician with a lute.

He hears…water. A soft lapping behind the chanting and his own vocal chords go ragged.

There’s no water in the kennels. Only blood. Old and rotten and his own.

“Boooal! Boooal!”

“Yes! Bleed! Bleed more!”

The air shifts. He catches the scent of that water, cool and dark. And of…fish.

This isn’t the kennels, is it? And if it’s not the kennels…

Something else clicks and crunches in his head and a memory floats up: he fell. In the Underdark. He was running with his…his illustrious leader. And something exploded and knocked him into the depths and shattered him.

Something taps in his head again. It almost feels like her. But he remembers that, too. She was in his mind (and he in hers). She saw it. Saw his own memory. The river. The rope. His knife.

She knows he cut her loose and left her to die. She’ll see right through everything that came after, all his pathetic attempts to soothe the ire he knew would come eventually. Of course she would find out. He always knew, deep down, she would find out because good things do not last. This, the thing rummaging around inside him, that is reality.

He might actually die here. After all the running. After everything. Not an illithid tadpole. Not an orc club or a goblin arrow or even a githyanki blade. He’s going to be torn to pieces by what sounds and smells like fish.

A pathetic end. A pathetic failure. That’s all he is, anyway.

At least he’s not in the kennels. At least Cazador won’t get him back.

His arms won’t move and neither will his legs. He must have crushed his skull and probably his spine. He can’t get away. He ought to resign himself and save himself the trouble. There were times he prayed to the darker gods for something like this. Any way out. Anything at all.

And yet.

“Bleed the sacrifice!”

Whatever gurgling monstrosity hovers over him reeks of putrid blood. “Bleed him for Boooal!”

“Boooal! Boooal!”

Ah. He’s being sacrificed to another god he’s never heard of. There certainly is a crop of those popping up all along the Sword Coast this year, aren’t there?

And yet.

He doesn’t want to die. He didn’t two centuries ago. And while that hasn’t held true all the time since then, it does once more. He doesn’t want to die down here, soaked in his own blood, surrounded by stink and fish and rot. Blind.

Alone.

He doesn’t want to die alone.

“…arion.”

The voice in his head. Oh wonderful. He’s hallucinating. Perhaps he can lean into that and get out of his own cracked skull while his body succumbs to the grave he clawed out of centuries ago. Perhaps he still has a soul (unlikely). Perhaps he can find the others and haunt them.

“…starion…”

The gith? No, too boring. And besides, she might have some astral ability to blast him to another plane. The Blade would simply exorcise him. As would the cleric. The tiefling? No, no, she doesn’t deserve that. The wizard, then?

“Astarion.”

Unless someone is very good at using the tadpole. But the only one so far good enough to form words is the wizard (he gets the sense the gith can, but doesn’t deign to). But that voice doesn’t sound like the wizard, and Astarion has blocked himself off. Thrown up every wall he can because he cannot stop what is happening to him (never can, stupid boy, weak runt) but he can damn well hide in his own mind, at least from them. But something slips through his walls. Slips through because it’s familiar. Because he’s recently been part of it and she halts at the soft edges of his consciousness. Waiting.

He’s usually the one who needs an invitation to enter.

His illustrious leader. Not dead. Not even distant. What…?

He reaches out. And she pulls him in as she did before. He can almost touch the inside of her skull, trace the contours of the bone from the inside. Then he’s staring out through her shit eyes.

Everything dim, in shades of gray and faint blue. A vast lake. The upturned front of a boat (the bow) ringed in chanting fish creatures. A be-gored figure standing over a table, and upon that table, some broken thing, all white and red.

It’s him. She’s looking at his mangled self as the disgusting figure raises a knife again.

Her rage is the sharpest thing he’s ever felt.

Eleanor.

She’s right there. Slipping along a rocky outcrop at the edges of the horrid camp or temple or whatever it is.

She’s too close. She’s not stealthy. Can’t melt into the shadows as he does and she’ll be seen. Be captured. Be dragged to the table to join him, only her mortal, human body won’t stand up to this as his own does and they’ll both be tortured to death by whatever even is that?

But then a memory: digging through a pack (his own) (must have dropped it) (she found it, her vision blurring for some reason). A bottle filled with liquid silver. An invisibility potion. Taste of absolutely nothing in a way that makes her grimace.

She’s invisible. Slinking along the edges, creeping closer. She’s not speaking to his mind through the tadpoles. She’s simply gotten close enough for his unnatural ears to catch her voice.

Why. Why is she even here?

And the danger of that tadpole connection is that she can feel his thoughts as her own when they’re not careful (the pain, the stretching and tearing of his muscles and the pink of his skin turned inside out).

She lets her thoughts be his in this moment: she returned for him.

It makes no sense. It’s pure idiocy. There’s no reason—

The knife cuts and the gore-slicked fucking little goblin cackles and clasps its hands as Astarion wrenches and oh.

Oh, her rage is a thing to behold. Not a fire. Not a storm. Not any of the terms poets usually describe it as. Hers is a blade: clean and sharp and glowing cherry red as it burns. It’s aimed at that figure, at the fish. She’s going to kill that goblin. It’s not a question. Not a suggestion or a want or a wish. She’s going to kill it as certain as she breathes; she only needs to find the right approach.

And for that, she’s fallen to her usual habits.

It’s not a habit.

It very much is, darling.

The smooth vial in her hand. Her skin tingles where the liquid sloshes inside. A shade of orange found at the edge of a flame, shifting to hot blue where it ripples in its confinement.

What’s an “emotional support grenade?”

She didn’t mean to let that slip.

Arsonists oil. The one he gave her.

She’s close enough now to smell them all even with her dim, human senses. The heavy stink of fish, the stomach-churning sweetness of rot, and the thick, metallic reek of blood, old and coagulated.

The figure (goblin) above him sways back, its head falling as it inhales. The fish flail around in devotional frenzy.

She hefts the vial. Cuts their connection. He slams back into his grinding, screaming body, blinded and paralyzed as every nerve lights in agony.

Glass shatters. And it’s as if the world (Eleanor) manifests his own agony into reality as scorching heat flashes over him and the fish scream.

The thing over him (he doesn’t think it’s a goblin) shouts. Everything hurts, everything burns.

And then a rush over him. Something crashes. Screams. The sound of wood bashing flesh.

He can’t move, can’t see. Can’t know what’s going on and he can’t—can’t—he needs to see.

He finds the doorway to her through their connection. She’s distracted. He doesn’t need to sink into her this time, only skim along the edges until he finds the shape of her eyes.

If she notices, she doesn’t react. She’s rather busy. Everything in her is focused. A razor’s edge aimed at that awful creature. It’s short thing, with a sharp chin and a mouth full of needle teeth. Familiar. Seen it before.

Fire boils in the midst of the fish creatures. Two lie, presumably, dead. Others back away. Many are scorched.

She sees this in a glance, and hones back in on her target.

Goblin, she calls it. It’s not, but he’s in no shape to correct her.

The goblin screeches and swipes with the knife still sticky with his blood. She backs away, holding still at it flails. As it screams insults and pink spittle froths at its lips.

It can’t see her. Good. She’d never believed in a fair fight (one of her most admirable traits). The goblin moves fast for her to angle behind it (which she would prefer). And it’s too close to that table and the gurgling thing upon it for her to risk another grenade.

Fear twists through her. He doesn’t understand why. She’s not in the goblin’s reach, isn’t—

Kill it. End it. Tear it apart.

That fear falls beneath the anger. She’s got her whacking stick (staff). No poison robes, though. A fucking pity. But that stick’s pretty damn solid and she demonstrates this by smashing down at the horrid beast.

It senses the blow. Tries to dodge. The staff swipes down the side of its arm. Then the thing grabs it, twists, nearly pulls it from her.

She remembers a fight like this: Lae’zel and Harvey Dent. She doesn’t think. There’s no thoughts. Only that rage and her purpose and she lets go.

The goblin stumbles back. She’s already on it. Grabs its face and shoves it back. They hit the table and pain blasts through Astarion’s body—

Fuck! I’m sorry!

And the goblin kicks. Scrabbles. She doesn’t have the strength to wrestle it, but she does have the bulk. Lae’zel said something about that once, huh?

She slams it down. Reaches for the eyes, fingers hooked into claws. Take out the eyes, cripple it, don’t get up, don’t let it get up.

The goblin shoves its chin down. Those needle teeth sink into her forearm. She shouts (hollers) and jerks back, but it don’t let go. It’s slicker than shit and manages to twist out of her hold. The knife flashes, and she has to stumble back again. But not before kicking out and connecting as pain rakes down her shin.

No, no. It needs to die. It needs to not exist. That thing will end.

She throws her staff. It goes visible as it leaves her hands; the goblin snarls and swipes but she’s moving again. Grabs something at her neck—careful, be careful fucking ringwraith shit—and bashes the thing full in the face with a metal flask.

The goblin screams. Throws something (poison; Astarion’s lungs stop their labored, habitual panting). But Eleanor—

She lowers her head, holds her breath, and plows into it. Through it. Grabs it like a spitting, clawing cat and slams the both of them down to the ground. Grabs a fistful of gore-slicked hair and pops the thing’s skull against the ground. Once. Twice. Then spots the end of her staff and plucks that up, lunges backwards to her feet.

Before it can do little more than hiss, she’s on it.

There’s a strategy to her work, though he doubts she’s conscious of it (never get up, don’t never get up, you don’t get to hurt nobody motherfucker). She systematically begins to smash the creature apart. Crunches and shatters the joints, like she did with that gith in the mountain pass.

The knees, so it can’t get up and can’t run.

The elbows, so it can’t claw at her.

A shot to the neck because that is her favorite spot, not that he can blame her.

And then the face.

That part isn’t necessary. The beast will die after she crushed its throat. But she’s on a roll, and he’s certainly not going to stop her.

Die, die, die! her mind chants over and over, in that same frozen, almost detached way he realizes she slips into when she’s like this.

She beats it beyond dead. Past having a face. Spatters of blood coat everything and he’s sure it freckles his own body.

(he wonders what it would taste like if he licked it off her skin)

And then the silence finally registers. To the both of them. And she pauses to look up; stomach lurches as her gaze skitters over his ruin but he’s seen his own insides before and she notices him in her head at that thought and they both backpedal—

Astarion slams once more into his broken puppet of a body. Agony drowns everything for a moment—he feels air where there shouldn’t be any, and if he were a living man, he knows he wouldn’t feel it for long.

“You have killed out god?” burbles a fishman.

Eleanor leans in over Astarion, smelling of blood and sweat and fury and he wants to turn his face into her warmth.

“Can you light this when I say?” she says. Holds something over his head and she found his secret stash of sparkpowder, didn’t she?

“Yes,” he manages. His mouth is full of his own, rancid blood. It spatters over his face when he forces air out of his shivering lungs.

“Our Boooal?” a fish says.

“All you shits stay the fuck back, or you’re fucking next!”

“He killed Boooal.”

Which starts another chanting of that stupid name.

She fumbles with the rope—simple rope; a testament for how mangled he is that something so simple and rotten could hold him down like this. Swears in her own tongue and the words come out thick and trembling. Funny, he hadn’t felt her fear of the fish when he was in her mind.

“Boooal was a liar!” A different voice. The others fall silent. “Boooal was not a god!”

A murmur runs through their audience, and it sounds like wind rustling a flooded field of long grass.

“Boooal not god?”

“Boooal! Boo—ah!”

“Boooal was an impostor! A test!”

“Astarion, what the fuck’re those things,” she says as she manages to free one of his hands.

He doesn’t answer. Doesn’t reach up to free his other hand as he ought to. For some reason he cannot fathom, he reaches down to find his skin and lift it, burning and screaming, back into place over his ribs, like a maiden clutching at what modesty she can find after something horrible.

Eleanor makes an injured sound. Her own wounds must be finally hurting her.

“I’ve no…idea,” he says, in between bouts of choking on his blood.

“A test!” the fish shout in a chorus.

“A test!” the first repeats. “A test from our true god!”

Her fingers still over his other wrist.

“Our true god! Mah-gloompah!”

“Mah-gloompah! Mah-gloompah!”

The chant takes up, sounding rather like some deranged devotional, if all of the congregation had previously drowned. A sick gurgling that sweeps over them both.

“Hail, Mah-gloompah!”

“It seems,” he manages, “that you’ve become a god, dear.”

***

Heads up that I'll be taking a week off to catch up. Chapter 17 should be next, next Wednesday, September 11.

#what shall we become #these two shitheads #astarion #astarion x tav #tavstarion #slow burn #lost in a cave #he's have the Worst Time

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rollinouttahere-writes · 2 years ago

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I wonder how would lucky story go if she met the strawhats crew when there were younger instead meeting them when there 17? Instant big sis or instant mother figure🤔

Honestly, Lucky already is going to have a big sister-esque relationship with most of the straw hats, so I went with her being a mother figure. No yandere stuff here because they're all kids.

Careful What You Wish For

Child Straw Hats x Reader

2.2k words

“Come on, pick up, pick up, pick up!”

Thankfully, the stars aligned, and against all odds, your mother actually answered, “(Y/N)? You never call, what’s going on?”

“Oh thank God, I need help!” You were practically weeping from relief.

“What’s wrong? Are you hurt? Oh I knew this would happen with all that exploring you do!” Your mother flipped from concerned to scolding in record time.

“No, it’s not that! I don’t know how,” you take a deep breath, “but I just became a single mother of seven and I don’t know what to do.” You elect to keep the information that one of these kids is, in fact, an anthropomorphic deer to yourself. You gotta ease her into this.

The line is silent for a minute before your mother speaks up again, but not without an exasperated sigh, “This isn’t funny (y/n), I thought something was actually wrong. Don’t offer to babysit that many children if you can’t handle it.”

“No! You don’t understand! I didn’t-” you’re cut off by the sound of the line going dead. This bitch. You don’t know if you want to scream or cry. Maybe both. Of course she didn’t help, you honestly don’t know what you expected.

Loud sniffling from above your head called for your attention. Chopper, the previously aforementioned deer, has been perched on your shoulders and clinging onto your head for dear life practically since he got here because Luffy bit him. You blindly reach up to pat his head, internally grateful for the fact that he’s stopped crying.

The patter of tiny feet coming right for you catches your attention and you look to the side to see Luffy charging at you with Usopp trailing behind him. Oh boy. This kid was a lot, but he also did really weird shit. His limbs stretched like he was made of rubber, something that nearly gave you a heart attack when he first revealed this.

His eyes locked onto your cell phone, “What’s that, let me see!” Without even giving you a chance to respond, his arm does the stretchy thing and snatches it out of your hand. He turns it over in his hands, visibly perplexed by it. “What’s this supposed to be?”

You try to get it back, but kids become masters of evasion when they have something they aren’t supposed to have, “Give that back Luffy, you’re going to break it!”

“Nuh-uh! I’ll be careful with it!” He disagrees as he immediately drops it. Luckily for you, Usopp catches it before it can hit the floor.

“I know what this is! It’s… um… it’s,” Usopp examined the phone closely with the same level of confusion that Luffy had despite his previous claims that he knows what it is.

Fortunately, he was too focused on your phone to see your hand coming and you were able to grab it out of his hands. You hastily stuff it into your back pocket, “It’s just a phone, don’t worry about it.” You walk away from them, wanting to locate the rest of the kids that have since dispersed.

Luffy followed behind you like a duckling, reaching up to tug on Chopper, “Hey, come down and play with us!”

Chopper only clung onto your head tighter, “No! You’re gonna bite me again!” You winced at the feeling of hooves digging into your head.

“I won’t do it again! Don’t be such a scaredy cat! Er- Scaredy deer!”

“I’m a reindeer!” Chopper snapped indignantly. You mentally made a note that he’s a reindeer, not a deer.

Luffy was not deterred by the protests and decided to take it a step further by slingshotting himself up your back. You yelped at the sudden action, completely being thrown off balance. Luffy only giggled at your distress.

Between Chopper flailing from Luffy invading his personal space, Luffy treating you like a human jungle gym, and Usopp latching onto one of your legs (presumably not wanting to be left out of the chaos), it’s hardly surprising when you topple over.

Chopper was dislodged immediately, tumbling away from you with a scream. You groan from the impact and force yourself to take a deep breath so you don’t explode at a bunch of young children. It doesn’t help that much. You look over your shoulder to glare at the two kids still attached to you, but whatever scolding you had in mind died on your tongue upon seeing Luffy’s smiling face. Dammit. He has no idea how lucky he is that he’s adorable.

You pushed yourself up, shaking Usopp off your leg and reaching behind you to pluck Luffy off your back. He giggles at being held upside down in front of you, not a care in the world for what his mischief caused. You try your best to at least look stern, “It’s not very nice to knock people over, you know.”

“I didn’t think you would fall over just from that! You’re kinda clumsy,” he has the audacity to laugh in your face.

“You little-” your eye twitches, and you have to remind yourself that it’s not a good idea to swear in front of children. You dropped him into your lap, which only made him laugh more and squirm around to get upright. The second he is, he latches onto you again.

“You should come play with us, too!” His smile almost breaks you, but you have other things you need to do. Despite your mother’s assumptions, this isn’t some babysitting job. This is some bizarre case of seven children spawning into your living room with no warning or explanation.

“Maybe later. I need to go check on everyone else, okay?” It takes a bit of effort to pry him off this time, his rubbery arms being surprisingly strong. He’s pouting when you do manage to pull him off, but quickly shifts his focus onto Chopper who is hiding behind a chair. Well, hiding is a strong word for what he was doing. Only like half of an antler was actually obscured from view.

The reindeer took off like the devil was chasing him, Luffy not far behind. You decide to let them work this out. Luffy probably won’t bite him again, maybe they’ll be able to settle their differences. You massaged your temples in a half hearted attempt to ward off your oncoming headache.

“Are you okay?” Robin put the book she was reading down enough to peer at you over it. She was the oldest one, looking to be either a preteen or very young teenager. The girl was very quiet, choosing to keep to herself and curl up on your couch with one of your books.

“I’ll be alright,” you say unconvincingly. In reality, you feel like you’re about to have a panic attack, but you’ll keep that to yourself for now. There’s no need to dump all of that on her.

She regarded you with a high degree of uncertainty, clearly not buying it, but shrugged it off. Her eyes flitted back to the book, “Okay, but you might want to go check on Nami.”

“Why?” Panic spikes in your heart, wondering why she was saying this.

“She ran off with your purse a while ago,” Robin offers nonchalantly, nodding her head in the direction of your bedroom.

“Oh come on!” You sprint towards the room, kicking yourself for not taking note of the suspiciously closed door sooner. Upon throwing open the door, you find the culprit kneeling on the ground next to the dumped out contents of your purse. She looked surprised to be caught, but distinctly not ashamed. “Get out of there! You shouldn’t go through other people’s belongings!”

Nami doesn’t even flinch, only smiling cheekily at your attempt to scold her, “Your money looks weird, and you don’t even have that much of it.” As she’s saying this, she pulls out the sorry contents of your wallet. Some crumpled up singles you got as tips at work along with some loose change.

“Hey! I don’t need that from you!” The last thing anyone needs is a small child calling them broke. You lunge for the wallet. While you do manage to grab it, it doesn’t mean much. Not when she’s already got tiny fistfulls of crumpled bills and coins.

Nami bolts, but not before taking a second to stick her tongue out at you. You run a hand through your hair and hazard a glance down at the wallet. Completely empty. You just got robbed by what looks like a six year old. That’s a new low for you. You heave out a sigh and decide to let it go for the time being, you’re pretty sure all she really made off with was maybe $4.27.

This still leaves two kids unaccounted for, and you are almost afraid to find out what they’ve gotten up to since you’ve become distracted. Steeling yourself, you exit the room and begin your search.

Robin is still reading on the couch, but now Chopper is curled up next to her, looking frazzled. Usopp is messing with the remote to your tv, and Nami is hiding (poorly) under your table while counting her (your) money. Luffy is nowhere to be seen, but you can hear him so you at least know he hasn’t run away.

On top of that, you can also hear bickering coming from your kitchen. Hurrying over there, you find the last two kids arguing with each other. Over knives. These kids are going to put you in an early grave, you’re sure of it.

“No! You can’t have them, I just finished sharpening those!” Sanji kicked Zoro’s shins, trying to wrestle three knives away from him. One of which was in his mouth while the other two were in his hands.

“I need them for practice, you can have them back later!” Zoro speaks shockingly clearly despite having a paring knife clenched between his teeth.

“Drop it!” You screeched, startling both of them. Zoro didn’t even get a chance to put the knives down before you swiped them away. He started to protest but shut his mouth after you glared at him, “I don’t want to hear it! No knives! Go play with sticks like every other kid!” Zoro crossed his arms and huffed, but ultimately settled for stomping out of the kitchen.

Sanji, on the other hand, was proudly beaming at you, “I wanted to cut up some fruit for you, Nami, and Robin, but all of your knives were dull so I sharpened them for you!”

The kid looked so proud of himself that you couldn’t find it in you to be as upset about him handling knives as you probably should be. “That was very nice of you, but you shouldn’t be handling knives at your age. Please just ask me to do it if they get dull again,” you do your best to keep your tone kind but firm.

Sanji cocks his head at this, “No I’m not, I work in a kitchen and do this all the time! Old man Zeff taught me how.”

What in the child labor? You shake your head, you’ll question that more later, “Well you’re not working right now, you’re in my home and I say no using the knives.”

Sanji pouts, looking like a kicked puppy. He grabbed onto your legs and looked up at you pleadingly, “But I know what I’m doing! Please! It’s not just a job to me, I love cooking!”

“I didn’t say you couldn’t cook, just no using knives,” you tried to assuage him, but he’s still looking at you like you just robbed him of his passion. “Okay, how about I let you, but only under supervision?”

The compromise causes him to perk right up and nod his head enthusiastically. He looks like he wants to say more, but is interrupted by someone else coming into the kitchen. You don’t even need to turn around, recognizing the sound of sandals slapping across the floor.

“I’m hungry! Do you have any food?” Luffy was staring up at you pleadingly, as if he would wither away any second.

Oh yeah. Having a bunch of kids around does mean that you have to feed them. You internally cringe, you barely have enough food for yourself most weeks. Still, you can’t just let them go hungry, it’s not their fault they’re here. You did just do your weekly grocery shopping trip yesterday, so you do have enough to feed them right now. It definitely wouldn’t last you all the rest of the week, though. You’ll have to figure something out.

“Sure! Give me a few minutes and I’ll get lunch ready,” you force a smile on your face despite your worries. Sanji looks up at you expectantly, “Yes, you can help.”

He grins and hops up onto a stepping stool so he can get to work on slicing the apples he set out. While he does that, you rummage through your fridge, grabbing what you need to make sandwiches. You honestly don’t know what you’re going to do food-wise after today, but you’ll worry about that later.

This is certainly an interesting change of pace for you.

#one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x y/n #one piece x you #lucky break #monkey d luffy #zoro roronoa #nico robin #sanji #black leg sanji #nami #cat burglar nami #usopp #tony tony chopper

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scribefindegil · 2 years ago

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Been thinking about how Reigen has different "modes" that he switches between, e.g.

Customer Service (the standard when he's in the office or giving advice; mask is friendly and professional)

Flailing Muppet (certain customer consults; instinctive response to stress/danger/confusion)

I Am Completely In Control Of This Situation (*slams* that mask on while screaming internally; used in high-stakes situations; mask is calm and calculating)

The Mortifying Ordeal Of Being Known (rare and fleeting moments of earnest openness which I treasure like gems)

#what i really like is when you can pinpoint--sometimes down to the panel--the point where he switches #esp. when it goes from outwardly panicking about a threat to slipping into the calm-and-in-control persona #it's tastey #this is not comprehensive i am a sludge monster #but u know what i mean?#mp100

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phr3ia · 8 months ago

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I Got Isekai'd Into A World Where I'm Just The Side Character (Wuthering Waves x Fem!Reader) [Chapter 2 : Theories]

[On your way back to Jinzhou...]

The overwhelming situation left you in disbelief, prompting a quiet internal scream as you struggled to process everything. "This is crazy!!!" Doubt crept in as you questioned whether it was all a dream, forcing you to test reality by attempting to pinch your skin. "I think I'm not doing it hard enough!" In a moment of desperation, you dashed towards a nearby tree and forcefully bashed your head against it, causing you to collapse to the ground in a daze.

"AHHHHH!!!" Chixia screamed, taken aback by your sudden action. "Y/N!" Yangyang exclaimed, rushing towards you to assist you in getting back on your feet.

Rover was the last one to catch up to the commotion. "Are you alright?" he asked, concern laced in his voice as he approached you.

"What the hell were you thinking?!" Chixia snapped. "Are you trying to kill yourself?!"

Yangyang's calm demeanor attempted to diffuse the tension, "Let's get her to the Capital. Once there, we can get her checked by Mortefi."

"Yes, let's move." Rover agreed, supporting your arm along with Yangyang.

"Shit! Why does everything feel so real? Even the pain!" you silently panicked, glancing back and forth between Rover, Yangyang, and Chixia. "I don't understand! Am I dead? Was I just dreaming the whole time? I can't tell what's real anymore!" Panic filled your thoughts as confusion clouded your mind. "No! I'm 100% sure that I'm just dreaming right now!" you declared firmly. "How do I bring myself back to reality?" you pondered as you began to feel unsettled by the situation.

"That's it!" you loudly exclaimed, a grin spreading across your face.

You shifted your gaze to the surroundings and noticed a pond ahead. Without hesitation, you pulled away from Rover and Yangyang, diving headfirst into the water.

"Wait. I'm not sure if ending my life in this dream would wake me up." Then a sudden realization dawned on you when you remembered what Ryuji did to you.

"I'M DEAD!!!!!" you silently exclaimed in your thoughts as the reality of the situation finally sank in.

"HELP!!!" "I CAN'T SWIM!!!" you screamed, flailing your arms as you struggled to stay afloat.

"Y/N!" Rover exclaimed as he leaped into the pond to rescue you, only to discover that it wasn't even that deep.

Rover sighed as he stood there with his arms crossed, watching you struggle in the water that barely reached your waist. He slowly lowered you down, your feet touching the bottom. His other hand was already gripping the back of your shirt, holding you up just in case. "You're okay." he calmly said with a chuckle.

"There's something wrong with you!!!" Chixia pointed at you, accusing you of being crazy. "We really need to get her checked." Yangyang suggested as she awkwardly smiled at Chixia.

The water was freezing cold, causing you to shiver uncontrollably. This prompted Rover to quickly wrapped his leather jacket around your shoulders to keep you warm. "Let's get going." He stated, his hand resting on your back to guide you out of the pond.

Upon your arrival at the Capital, Rover, Yangyang and Chixia escorted you to the Huaxu Academy. They had already informed Mortefi in advance about your situation. You lay on the examination bed, with Rover standing close by as you both waited for him. While the girls were outside, conversing with Baizhi to inform her about what happened.

"Try to relax." he advised, gently smiling at you.

Just as Rover's expression turned pensive, the door to the examination room swung open, Mortefi striding in. "Ah, Rover." he greeted.

Rover nodded in acknowledgement.

"We've brought her in for an evaluation, Mortefi. Her behavior has been quite peculiar since we found her in the forest." Rover explained.

Mortefi approached the examination table, his hands gripping the edge. His eyes met yours, and he began to inspect you from head to toe. "Let's find out what's going on." He said, giving you a reassuring nod.

"Thank you..." You replied, silently hoping that this man could provide you with answers.

Rover couldn't help but wonder where you came from. He was certain that you were not at the top of the Giant Banyan Tree when they first left the area. Your sudden appearance remained a mystery not only to him, but to everyone as well.

Mortefi's eyes narrowed as he observed you closely, his mind racing with a million thoughts. He could sense that there was something off about you. But he knew better than to jump to conclusions, instead preferring to gather all the necessary information before forming a hypothesis.

"Tell me, do you have any recollection of how you ended up in the forest? Can you remember anything about your past?" Mortefi asked, his tone curious.

You're somewhat giving a similar aura like Rover, but there was something about you that was different. Something 'strange'.

"Is it okay if I tell him everything?" you silently questioned yourself. "What if he doesn't believe me?" After all that happened, you were filled with doubt and had become more cautious about everything. "But this is my only chance..." If there's even a slight possibility that you are still alive, you are determined to seek justice for what those bastards did to you.

As Mortefi watched you, he could sense your mixed emotions. He was surprisingly patient this time, so he waited for you to start your story, never once judging or attempting to prompt you. He understood that some things needed to be said at the right time, and he was more than willing to listen when that time came.

You took a deep breath, your voice trembled slightly as you speak. "There's a lot to tell, but... it's better if I just tell it all, right?"

As you narrate your story , your eyes glazed over, as if you could still see the horrors in your mind. You bit your lip, trying to regain control. Rover gazed at you with so much concern in his eyes. Mortefi listened intently, his expression unreadable. At times, he would jot something down on his notebook or examine you more closely, as if searching for corroboration in your physical condition. "I'll need more time to process this information, but I believe you." He explained, his voice firm yet full of understanding.

Mortefi walked over to a nearby cabinet, retrieving a device that resembled a modern stethoscope. He listened for a moment as he pressed the metal diaphragm to your chest, his eyes widening as if he heard something unexpected. With a furrowed brow, Mortefi removed the device. "This is interesting. I need to run more tests."

"Rover, could you ask Baizhi to do scans and bloodwork for Y/N?"

Rover nodded in agreement, understanding the urgency in Mortefi's voice.

Mortefi's gaze never left yours as he began to walk around the table, making a mental note of your condition.

The pieces slowly fell into place, and he began to form a hypothesis. It was a theory as old as history itself, but recent events in Huanglong had made it more plausible than ever. He couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement at the possibility of finally having tangible proof to support his theory. It had the potential to change the course of history in Huanglong.

The test results would provide invaluable insight, and Mortefi knew that every second counted. He couldn't afford to let this opportunity slip away.

"I'm not sure if we'll find answers right away, but I'll use all my resources to uncover the truth. In the meantime, you're safe here. No one will harm you while we have you under our care." Mortefi said, giving you a single pat on the shoulder.

Baizhi and Mortefi spent hours conducting examinations on you. But they were surprised to discover that all your results from the Forte Examination came back as an error. You do not have any tacet mark, no Rabelle's Curve, nothing! Indicating that you are not a Resonator. A contradicting result from what Mortefi detected earlier as he sensed a very strong frequency and vibration coming from you, yet the tests gave them an opposite results.

Mortefi suppressed a smirk. "Well, this is a first. Our scans indicate that you are not a Resonator. So, what are you, exactly?" He asked curiously, his mind racing with possibilities.

Mortefi's brow furrowed in confusion, his mind racing to make sense of the seemingly contradictory findings. His intuition told him there was more to you than meets the eye.

He turned to Baizhi, "Baizhi, I've heard rumors of a third category beyond Resonators and Non-Resonators. Have you ever heard of anything like this?"

"Well, yes, there was a theory circulating amongst the ancient texts. Individuals who are neither Resonators nor Non-Resonators, but who possess similar abilities." she replied.

Mortefi's eyes widened in astonishment. The theory, though controversial, was intriguing.

"Y/N, I will not ask you to trust me, but you have no other option. There's a method I want to try, but in order for it to work, I need your cooperation. Are you willing to do this for the sake of finding answers?" He asked, seriousness etched in his voice.

"Like what he said, I have no other choice." you thought to yourself as you sighed, nodding in agreement with him.

After that, Mortefi offered you a few suggestions that would also benefit your current situation. He then instructed you to keep this information confidential, as he wanted the experiment to remain discreet.

Mortefi pulled out a small, black case from one of his drawers. "This is a device called Omnisensor. This will allow me to monitor your physiological and psychological changes in real-time." With gentle hands, Mortefi attached the Omnisensor to your wrist. It was slim and almost unnoticeable.

"I'll keep in touch through the Omnisensor. Make sure to inform me of any unusual occurrences, no matter how insignificant it may seem. Rest assured, I'll leave no stone unturned until we have answers." Mortefi reassured you before he left the room to continue his research.

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End of Chapter 2 🥀...

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#wuthering waves #wuwa #wuwa jiyan #wuwa fanfic #wuwa romance #wuwa smut #fanfiction #tacet discords #wuwa calcharo #wuwa x reader #wuwa x you

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