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thedivinetarot · 2 months ago

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Closer to you than your breathe

Channeled message from them

☆ How to chose your pile?

Take a deep breath, clear your mind. Focus your intentions on receiving the message from this reading. And close your eyes, ask the question in your head " what is the message I'm meant to receive from them?" And open your eyes. The pic youa re drown to the most isnyour pile.

☆ Who is this reading from?

You can apply this reading on any person but I did it for your future spouse or future partner. Also, there will be non-explicit part and explicit part so if you are under 18 do not continue to the explicit part.

☆ Note:

I started doing paid readings so if you are interested here's my Masterlist which is currently open. Feel free to DM if you want a paid reading.

Lots of love

Arya❤

Pile 1 - Letter one

My Dearest Love

I’ve waited so long to find you, and now that you’re here, my world feels balanced and whole. You are the Queen of my heart—grounded, nurturing, and endlessly generous. With you, love is not a fleeting feeling but a steady exchange of care and understanding. I cherish the way you give so freely, yet remain true to yourself. I know we’ve both had moments of doubt, times when the weight of the world felt too heavy, or when we questioned if we’d ever find this connection. But I want you to know that you are my clarity, my choice—just as I hope I am yours. There’s no confusion in my heart when it comes to you. I’ve left behind illusions and embraced the simple truth: we are meant to be. Our love feels like destiny—two cups pouring into each other, endlessly full. With you, I see a home, a foundation built on joy and celebration, not just with each other but with the life we’ll create together. I dream of the family gatherings, the warmth of shared memories, and the way your presence feels like home no matter where we are. But love isn’t always light and easy, and I know there will be burdens to share and moments when we’ll need to lean on each other. I promise to carry those loads with you, to walk beside you, step by steady step, as we build a life we can be proud of. I’ll be your Knight, slow but steady, working tirelessly to give us the stability we both deserve. Sometimes, I feel the echoes of the past—familiar memories that remind me of what love can be. You feel like a wish come true, like someone I’ve known before, a soul I’ve loved in another time. I see so much potential in us, as if fate herself worked her magic to bring us together. You inspire me to believe in the impossible, to dream of all we can achieve together. With you, I am not just the person I am, but the person I aspire to become. You are my muse, my strength, my love. I can’t wait to grow with you, to nurture our love like the strong and enduring tree it’s meant to be. You are my moon, my light in the darkness, my guiding star. Together, we’ll create a love that’s as deep as the roots of the earth and as limitless as the sky.

Forever yours,

Your person

MDNI +18

My Beloved

From the moment we met, there was no question in my mind that you were the one. I feel the pull of your energy, your warmth, and the way you touch me—not just physically, but deep within my soul. You are everything I’ve ever dreamed of, and more than I ever expected. With you, love is not just an exchange of words or glances; it’s a delicate dance, an endless giving and receiving. You, my Queen, have a way of grounding me, of making me feel like I am both powerful and tender, all at once. In your arms, I find comfort and the freedom to be myself—completely and unapologetically. I crave the way your body fits against mine, how it feels to be lost in the rhythm of us, in that space where we both melt into one. There were times I wondered if I would ever find this kind of love, the kind that fills every part of me and leaves me wanting more. But the moment I laid eyes on you, every doubt faded away. You are no longer just a possibility, you are my reality. My heart has chosen you, and now, I only have eyes for you. The moments we share together are more than just memories; they are the foundation of a passion that burns bright, that fuels our connection. When I look at you, I see everything I’ve ever wanted. I want to explore every inch of you, learn the taste of your skin, the sound of your breath when you’re lost in pleasure, the way you moan my name in the quiet moments between us. We have something rare and deep, something that feels like it’s been written in the stars. When you touch me, when our lips meet, it’s as if time itself stands still. I feel you in every part of me—inside, outside, heart, and soul. I know the road ahead won’t always be smooth, but I am ready to carry you through it, to take on every burden, every challenge with you by my side. I’ll never let go of this love, of this connection we have. I’ll cherish you, adore you, and make you feel like the most desired person in the world. You are my magic, my everything. I want to give you a life of passion, of intimacy, of everything you’ve ever craved. And with you, I’ll always find my way back home, to your arms, where I am truly alive.

Forever yours,

Your Future Lover

Pile 2 - Letter 2

( With the cards I picked, it seems like this pile’s spouse has experienced some tough moments and inner struggles. There's a sense of uncertainty, heartbreak, and perhaps confusion, but also a desire for healing and balance. Their future spouse may want to reassure them of a love that helps them find peace, security, and emotional fulfillment despite these challenges).

My Dearest

I know you’ve been through much, and my heart aches when I think of the burdens you’ve carried alone. The weight of your past and the struggles you’ve faced are not unnoticed, and I see the wounds that have shaped you. You have endured, and that strength, though hidden beneath your pain, shines through in ways that I admire deeply. There’s a deep sadness in me, knowing that there have been times when you felt abandoned or lost. But I want you to know—none of that will remain when we are together. I will be the one who holds you, who sees through the fog and the fear that clouds your heart. In me, you will find a refuge, a sanctuary where you can lay down your burdens and let go of the sorrow that lingers. The path we walk may not always be easy, but I will guide you, patiently, through the darkest of times. I’ll be the steady presence, the one who lifts you when the weight of the world feels unbearable. Together, we will heal from what has hurt us. Together, we will find balance in a world that often feels chaotic. You may have moments of doubt, of confusion, or of wondering if things will ever truly change, but I promise you this: I am here. I see you for who you truly are, not the past, not the fears, but the person capable of immense love and joy. Your wounds do not define you; they are simply part of the journey that will bring us closer, that will help us understand each other on a deeper level. Though I know there may be times when you feel disconnected from the world around you, when loneliness creeps in, remember that I am always with you, even in the silence. We will create a space where trust is restored and where the pain of the past becomes a distant memory, fading with every passing day we share. I’ll be there to calm your restless heart and bring you peace. You are my treasure, the person who completes my life in ways I never knew possible. I will work every day to show you how much I cherish you, how much I desire to build something beautiful with you, despite all that has come before. No matter how long it takes, we will create a life of love, healing, and serenity. I see you. I understand you. And most of all, I am here for you—every part of you, no matter how scarred, no matter how uncertain. Together, we will shine again.

Forever yours,

Your person

MDNI +18

My Dearest

I know you’ve carried so much pain, and my heart aches at the thought of the loneliness you’ve felt. I feel it, the weight of your struggles, the scars that mark you, but let me tell you this: I will be the one to remove those burdens, to kiss away every trace of sorrow from your skin. In my arms, you will find a release like no other—where you can surrender, where the heaviness of the world can fade into nothing. You’ve felt abandoned, lost at times, unsure of whether someone could truly see the real you. But I see you. Every inch of you. I see the raw beauty in your vulnerability, the fire beneath your uncertainty. When you let me in, I’ll show you what it means to be wanted, to be needed, in ways that go beyond the physical. I’ll make you feel desired—not just for your body, but for the depth of your soul. I crave you—your softness, your strength, the way you carry both pain and passion. When we come together, it’s not just about the pleasure. It’s about releasing everything, every thought, every fear. In our connection, I’ll show you what it feels like to be lost in the heat of the moment, where the world outside ceases to exist, and all that matters is the way we fit together. There may be moments when you feel distant, when your heart is clouded with doubt or sadness, but I will always pull you back to me. I’ll take your hand, guide you through those dark moments, and show you how to let go completely. In those moments, I’ll taste your lips, feel the heat of your body against mine, and remind you just how much you are wanted, how much you are adored. Every part of you calls to me, from the way you look at me with those eyes filled with longing, to the way your skin reacts to my touch. You will learn what it means to be worshiped, to be loved in a way that burns, that leaves you breathless, that makes you forget everything except the heat between us. The journey we’ll take together won’t always be easy, but when I’m with you, I’ll make every touch, every kiss, every whisper, something you will never forget. You are everything I’ve ever dreamed of—more than I ever imagined—and I want to take you, every inch of you, body and soul. We will create a world where our connection is all-consuming, where every moment together feels like the first time. I will be here, ready to explore every part of you—your desires, your fantasies, your deepest cravings. Together, we will create a love that goes beyond words, a passion that will never fade.

Forever yours

Your Lover

Pile 3 - Letter 3

This pile seems to have a mix of longing, introspection, and fiery new beginnings. Your future spouse or person likely sees you as someone who has faced emotional challenges but still carries hope and passion for love. The Lenormand cards (ring, birds, and dog) suggest commitment, deep conversations, and loyalty.

My Beloved

I see you—your strength, your resilience, and the fire that burns within you despite the times you’ve been hurt. I know you’ve faced moments where the world seemed to take more than it gave, leaving you wondering if true, lasting love is even possible. But I want you to know, I am here, and with me, you’ll never feel that imbalance again. I will cherish you as you deserve, giving you my all with every moment we share. Your heart, so beautiful and tender, has been bruised before, but it hasn’t broken. That courage, that determination to keep hoping, to keep believing, is what draws me to you. I admire the strength you carry even when you feel uncertain or vulnerable. You don’t need to carry the weight alone anymore—I will be the one who stands beside you, steady and unwavering. When we meet, you’ll feel it—a spark, a passion, an undeniable pull that we can’t resist. You awaken something in me that no one else can. Every touch, every shared glance, will feel like it was meant to be, like we were created to fit perfectly together. I’ll make sure that every moment with me reminds you of how deeply loved and desired you are. Our connection will be unlike anything you’ve known—loyal, passionate, and endlessly fulfilling. We’ll share conversations that stretch into the night, where words flow as naturally as our hearts beat for one another. I’ll be your closest companion, your unwavering support, and the one who always chooses you, no matter what life brings. I promise to build a life with you that is rich in love and overflowing with joy. Together, we’ll create a bond so unshakable that no doubt or fear can touch it. With every kiss, every whispered word, I’ll remind you that you are my everything—the one I’ve waited for, the one I’ll never let go. So, my love, hold on just a little longer. The path may not always be easy, but it’s leading us to each other. When we finally unite, all the longing and waiting will be worth it. You are my wish come true, and I am yours.

Forever yours,

Your person

MDNI +18

My Beloved

There's a fire in you that I can't resist, a strength and passion that calls to me in ways I never known. I see the way life has tested you, how it left its mark on your tender heart, but it hasn’t dimmed your light. Instead, it made you more irresistible. You’ve carried so much alone, but when we are together, I will take that weight from you. I’ll show you what it means to truly let go and surrender to pleasure, to love, to me. When I look at you, I won't be able to hold myself back. I’ll crave the heat of your body, the way your skin responds to my touch, the way you sigh my name when I make you mine. There's an ache in me that only you can satisfy, a desire to explore every inch of you, to uncover all the hidden parts of your soul and your body. Our connection will be unbreakable, raw, and consuming. I’ll take my time with you, savoring every moment, every kiss, every shiver that runs down your spine when I touch you in ways no one else ever will. When I'm with you, the world will disappear, and there will be nothing but us, the rhythm of our bodies moving together, the sound of your moans filling the air, and the way you'll beg for more. You awaken something primal in me, a hunger that only you can sate. I will show you just how much I want you, how deeply I desire not just your heart but your body, your soul, everything that makes you who you are. I'll make you feel cherished and wanted, not just in words but in every action, every passionate moment we share. I’ll kiss away every tear, every doubt, and replace them with sensations that make you forget the past. When I touch you, it will be with purpose to remind you that you are mine, that no one else will ever know you the way I do. And when I take you in my arms, I'll make sure you never feel alone again. You are my deepest desire, my most sinful craving, and my sweetest dream. I'll be your lover, your partner, your everything. Together, we'll create a passion so consuming that it will leave us both breathless, a connection so deep that it will feel like nothing else has ever mattered before us. I am waiting for you, longing for the day I can finally claim you in every way. Until then, know that you are the one I burn for, the one I'll never stop wanting.

Forever yours

Your lover

Pile 4 - Letter 4

My Dearest

I’ve thought so many times about the day we will finally meet, and what I will say when I look into your eyes for the first time. I don’t know how it will feel, but I know it will be electric, like a spark igniting something powerful between us. I want you to know that when I look at you, I will see everything—the beauty of your soul, the depth of your heart, the strength you've hidden away. I see how much you’ve carried on your own, how many burdens you’ve shouldered in silence, and it will make me want to hold you even more. There have been many times when life has felt uncertain, when it seemed like we couldn’t go on. But there’s something about us, something I can’t quite explain, that makes me believe we were always meant to find one another. You and I, we will balance each other out, filling in the gaps that have existed in our lives. The weight of the world won’t feel so heavy when I’m beside you, and I will make sure you never feel alone again. I will cherish every moment with you. I want to take my time with you, to savor every conversation, every touch, every glance. I want to be the one who makes you feel safe and secure, the one who stands by you when life gets tough. I see how much you’ve given to others, how much you’ve sacrificed, and I want to give you everything you deserve in return. I want to show you that love can be steady, that trust can be built, and that when you give yourself to someone, it’s not in vain. There may be moments when we question if we’re ready for what we’re about to experience, but I know deep down that this connection between us is something extraordinary. It won’t always be easy, but we will navigate the storms together, side by side, knowing that what we have is real. When I’m with you, I will make you feel seen, heard, and adored. I crave the day when we can finally be together, when I can hold you in my arms and tell you that you are the one I’ve been waiting for. Until then, know that you are in my heart, that you are the person I am working toward, the one I will never let go of.

Forever yours

Your lover

MDNI +18

My Dearest

From the very first time I lay eyes on you, I will know that you are mine. There will be no hesitation, no doubts. You will awaken a desire in me that I can’t control, a fire that I’ve never known before. When we come together, it will be explosive—the kind of passion that burns everything in its path. I want to take you in my arms and make you feel wanted, desired, cherished in ways no one else ever has. I will trace the lines of your body with my fingertips, savoring every curve, every inch of you. When I kiss you, I won’t just kiss your lips—I’ll kiss your soul. And I’ll make sure that you feel every kiss deep within your bones, as if it’s your very lifeblood. There will be times when you’ll need me to show you how much I want you. I’ll make it clear with every touch, every breath, every word. You’ll feel my hunger for you, and you’ll know that it’s not just physical—it’s spiritual, it’s emotional. You will be the center of my world, the one I can’t stop thinking about. When we’re together, I’ll let go of all the restraints I’ve built around myself. I’ll let go of everything holding me back, and I’ll give myself completely to you. I’ll make you forget everything but the heat between us, the way our bodies move together in perfect harmony. I’ll make you feel things you’ve never felt before, and you’ll beg for more. But it won’t just be about pleasure. I want to take care of you, hold you, protect you in ways you never knew you needed. I’ll show you what it means to truly be loved, to be craved, to be desired—not just for your body but for everything that makes you who you are. I’ll explore your body and your mind, learning everything there is to know about you. And when I touch you, you’ll know it’s not just about the moment—it’s about creating something lasting, something deep and unbreakable. With every touch, every kiss, I’ll make you feel mine in ways no one else can. I am waiting for you. I long for the day we can finally be together, when I can hold you close and claim you completely. Until then, know that you are in my thoughts, in my dreams, and you always will be.

Forever yours

Your future person

Post date: 21st of Dec- 2024 / Sat

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rottenherbs · 2 months ago

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A Weasley Holiday (pt.2) // G.W x reader

Summary: After you arrived to the Burrow, you awoke from a quick nap for dinner. Afterwards everyone rushed outside to build a snowman, you and George more interested in other plans.

Word Count: 1.5k

Authors Note: SHORTY! Ive been busy with work and the holidays! Lots of socializing — Anyways, I have been slowly working on pieces as i can, not as fast as i could a month ago! But after the holidays ill be more inclined to whip out pieces like you’ve never seen. Thank you for reading!

[masterlist] (part one here <-)

Much Love, Saige

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You woke up from your slumber by your cheek being softly caressed. You didn’t dare open your eyes, too blissfully comfortable and warm underneath the sheets. You attempted to keep your eyes closed, enjoying every last touch George's fingertips gave you.

“Darling come on. It’s supper time, and mum made your favorite.” He whispered, his fingers now brushing your hair around your face. He admired how you looked in his bed, wishing he had gotten into bed with you earlier.

“She made Shepard pie?” You asked, your eyes glimmering up at George. He laughed lightly, his hand still cupping your cheek nodding in affirmation. He slipped a hand under the blankets peeling them back from your body, urging you to get up. You shivered dramatically, your once toasty body now exposed to the elements.

“Here you little freeze baby.” George turned and walked to his closet, searching meticulously for something to give you. You pulled the covers back over you, tucking your chin playfully as you waited. He rummaged for a while before turning and holding up a tattered sweatshirt. It had a large Hogwarts crest on the front, the imagery worn beautifully down. You reached out your hands excitedly, happy to wear any piece of his clothing.

“It’s from 5th year….a little tight on me now” He shrugged, turning back to the closet to pick something out for himself. Slipping it over your head, your arms snaked through the sleeves holding them up to your nose and inhaling deeply. It was reminiscent of his old cologne, one that he didn’t typically wear anymore. So nostalgic and sweet.

You eventually got out of bed and walked down the winding staircase to the kitchen, now bustling with activity. Harry arrived as well, taking a place at the table sending you a casual wave over. You and George broke off, you going towards the dining table and him off to help his mum in the kitchen.

“It’s so nice to see you here y/n.” Harry smiled, scooting over on the bench to make room for you. You gladly sat down, looking around the space once more.

“I’m so happy to be here.” You said breathlessly. Every minute felt like a dream. Like a true vacation in a quaint little home with your friends and family. This is what the holidays were about.

”We're gonna go out after supper, try to make a snowman if you’d like to join?” Harry asked, picking up his glass of water. Taking a sip, George bounded over before you could respond.

“Sounds like potential for a snowball fight.” He raised his eyebrows looking over at you. “Were in”.

You just shook your head, happy to participate anyway. Harry chuckled and shrugged his shoulders, all three of you enveloping into small conversation about the plans for the remainder of winter break.

Dinner was wonderful, and Mrs. Weasley berated you after you called her Mrs.Weasely attempting to give compliments to the chef.

“Call me Molly dear, please. I might as well pitch up a sign on the door for everyone.” She exhaled, laughing lightly to herself. “Mrs.Weasley, good heavens.” Placing a hand on her chest rolling her eyes playfully. “Now I know i'm not that old!” The whole table chuckled, your beating heart slowing down, suddenly less afraid that she was truly upset with you. It became quite apparent that you and Harry had trouble calling her Molly; you’d both rather call her mum (but you’d never reveal that).

After dinner you stayed back and helped clean up, placing the dirty dishes next to the sink as they magically lifted one by one and washed themselves. The system of housecleaning was easy and the chores were minimal meaning you, Harry, and the Weasley siblings were out into the snow in no time.

Everyone was bundled up to the highest degree, not risking any contamination of icy wind or snow inside their clothes. Each person was distinctly larger, several layers and large boots changed the dimensions of each of the boys, you as well. It felt as if you had your own padding and shielding, godric forbid you get hit with a nasty snowball. Unfortunately for you, the chances were high.

You and George limped outside, the snow was as high as your shins creating such resistance to each step you took. Finding a satisfactory pile, you turned to face George and fell on your back, the snow cushioning your descent very nicely. George laughed and followed your lead, practically belly flopping into the snow face down, rolling around like a freshly washed dog. His clothes were covered in the white dust, and he became almost invisible if you squint hard enough.

While George was busy trying to stand back up, his body slightly off balance from the accumulation of snow, you pounded a small mound of snow together in your hands, aiming it directly at his chest, or so you thought.

The snowball gracefully flew through the air, cresting just above his head and landing directly on his face, splattering the cold debris everywhere. Goerge yelped, falling to the ground, his hands clutching his chest dramatically.

“I've been SHOT. FRIENDLY FIRE FRIENDLY FIRE!” He yelled, rolling around the snow once more. You laughed heartily, rushing over to his flailing body.

“I didn’t mean to hit you in the face! I’m so sorry-“ You started to apologize, but George’s hand whipped up once you got close enough, pulling you to the ground swiftly. He wrapped his arms around you, both of you rolling on top of eachother, pushing and tossing snow in eachothers face playfully. Once you two were out of energy, you stopped to catch your breath, both laying up towards the sky.

Your cheeks were reddened from the cold air and the tip of your nose was frozen to the touch. You turned your head towards George who laid beside you.

“I just can't get enough of you.” He mumbled, looking over at you. You smiled, staring into eachothers eyes, nothing but the sound of Ron and Harry yelling in the background about the logistics of their snowman’s proportions. You couldn’t have been more grateful to be living in this exact moment as you were.

You glanced over at Harry and Ron, Fred now joining them with a pile of sticks, all to entranced in their snowman to notice you both. You looked back at George with a smirk on your face, feeling particularly flirty. You leaned over quickly placing a small kiss on his cheek and on his lips, hovering lightly before planting another. He looked at you with wide eyes, enjoying the kiss, but nervously checking on harry and Ron, a feeling of embarrassment if you were caught kissing.

Something deep in George’s core lit like a fire, his body reacting pleasantly to the idea of possibly being caught, that you two kissing was forbidden, or at the very least secretive.

His hands quickly grabbed your body, the barrier of the clothing frustrating his fingers, unable to fully feel your skin. Your lips were freezing, but warmed up lightly to the feeling of his, cascading gracefully and slowly alongside eachother. The kiss seemed to deepen quickly, both of your hands holding onto his face, pulling his body as close to you as possible. His hands held your jacket tightly, as if he was willing to rip it off of your body. You both laid on your side facing each other, bodies stiff and immovable, just your heads bobbing rhythmically.

George pulled back, resting his head on the snow completely out of breath. You bit your lip, watching him lay back, wishing he didn’t kissing you. Your chest was burning, itching for more contact. He pulled you onto his chest, now maneuvering your head to look up towards the sky. It had darkened severally since you all came outside, the stars now shining brightly.

“Do you believe we are all alone here. In our galaxy?” George whispered. The silence lingered between you two, taking the time to think of your own opinion.

“I’m not sure.” You finally responded. You weren’t sure. Would it be sadder that you were alone as a species completely in the universe, or too far to ever meet the other life, both ideas making your head spin.

“I think id be alright either way.” George mumbled. “I feel pretty satisfied with just you.” He leaned, whispering sultry into your ear. The hair on the back of your neck stood up, your body becoming hot again, not even the snow was able to cool your nerves. Your hands traveled back to his neck pulling him closer to you, the kiss resuming with the same amount of passion.

You weren’t sure how long you’d be able to last out in the cold, but you also weren’t sure if you’d be able to contain yourself if you both went inside

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dollypopup · 9 months ago

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I've been seeing so many bad faith takes from people who just. . .don't understand these characters or their love story, so here I am, taking them 1 by 1 lol

Let's start with potentially the lowest bar for Penelope

"I was rooting for Debling for Penelope!" aka: I didn't want Colin and Penelope to have their love story

Most of the justifications of this perspective come from the idea that an absent husband who leaves you lots of money and space for your hobbies is an ideal prospect. And you know what? You're right! For MOST women of the ton, this is an incredibly appealing proposition! That's why Cressida finds it so enticing. She wants what he can offer, a life away from her family (this is something she and Penelope have in common), a comfortable life in which she is alright with a lack of affection. I would argue most women on the marriage market during this time would agree. Marriage is a business transaction more than a fairy tale for them, for most women of this time, of the ton.

But Penelope is not most women of the ton. This perspective comes from a fundamental misunderstanding of her character. Her seeing marriage as a business transaction is her giving up on her dreams of being loved. People just assume that Penelope's greatest desire in life is to write Lady Whistledown, when this is absolutely not true. I even saw someone say that 'Penelope found her purpose'. But we know this is false

Because she says it herself. In Season 2, right after Colin talks to Marina and she calls him a boy caught up in his fantasies, the conversation is contrasted with Penelope, who tells him it's important to have dreams and fantasies, to be fanciful. And this *connects them*. It is the first truly open conversation we see between the two of them, and when he asks if she's found her purpose, she explicitly informs us what it is: Something that encourages her to be brave, and witty. Something that takes her far away from the watchful eyes of her Mama. Something that fulfills her.

Lady Whistledown is not any of those things. Lady Whistledown, sure, encourages her to be witty, but also encourages her to be cruel, to make painful decisions. Lady Whistledown does not encourage her to be brave, in fact, it only exists through her hiding and secrecy. And it keeps her beneath her Mama's thumb, as she is literally tied to the ton and it's going ons by writing it. No, Lady Whistledown is not her purpose. Writing is her passion, and I do argue that writing is ONE part of her purpose, absolutely!

But. . .what else?

Well. . . .love. Love and connection. *Love* is what inspires Penelope to be brave, Love and comfort with Colin encourages her wittiness, and Love is what will provide her an avenue for leaving her mum. Love is Penelope's greatest dream and desire. And I am NOT just talking romantic love here, but love of all sorts. Philautia (self love), Pragma (love of duty), Ludus (playful love), Agape (universal love), Storge (familial love), Philia (friendship), and, of course, Eros (romantic and sexual). Love with Eloise, Love in her family, Love and Respect in her community, and Love that is romantic and sexual in nature. Love with Colin.

But what Debling offers her is only one of those. He can only offer her a love of duty, respect in her community with a title, a pragmatic marriage with no passion, one in which she is expected to wait for him with fidelity as he lives his own passions, and she occupies herself with her own interests (so long as, very importantly, those interests do not make a fool of him, since he did, after all, dump her when he assumed she'd cheat on him when he was away) (cue me: 'is this your king????'-ing @ you all). I am flabbergasted that people would think Penelope would find happiness being alone and writing Whistledown as a married woman. . .when she did not find happiness being alone and writing Whistledown as a single woman. All that would change is her title, and that's not enough. She deserves better. She deserves more. She wants more.

When she asks him 'Could you ever love me?' he responds with several long excuses that amount to: No. No, he could never love her. He is too tied to his work, he does not know her. He has been talking to her for a week and had maybe what? 5 conversations with her about it? 1 of which was comparing her to a dead deer mounted on a wall (and I'll try not to read too much into the metaphor of Women shedding their names, a death of their old selves in their society, to become a literal trophy holed up in a rich man's house) and another was in which she insisted she. . .loved grass? Come on, people. Have a higher bar for this character you claim to like so much.

Another conversation they share is very telling, in which he asks about her hobbies. She informs she enjoys reading, and he finds it quaint, charming that she enjoys romances. But he does not find that in any way comparable to his own work. Debling respects Penelope as most men in his society respect women: as a pretty bauble with which to decorate his life. Not an equal. He is glad she has a quiet interest that will keep her where he feels she belongs: in his home, tending to his fortune and assets. He explicitly states he doesn't want a partner who shares his passions, who enjoys the outdoors, but simply an honest woman who will tend to his lair estate.

What Debling offers her is a life of pragmatism and expectancy, and in many ways, loneliness. Penelope would surely cultivate friendships in this time, but in accepting his offer, she even says she has 'come to terms' with what he can provide for her. Not that she is happy, not that it is what she *wants*, but that she has come to terms with it. That she will be content. She will fill her days with love stories she will never live, and write about the day to day of a ton that does not accept her. Maybe, just maybe, she can even have a family, and she, like her mother, like Marina, like other tragic women in her society, will find happiness in her children, and not in her own life.

But why should she? Penelope? Penelope wants love. Penelope wants acceptance and tenderness and passion, and that's why I am confident in saying that Penelope has not, in fact, given up on Colin. Not her love for him, at least. Her love for him has not faded, remains evergreen: we see it when she reads his journal, when she stands in the sun after their reconciliation and feels at peace for the first time in the season, when she laughs at his jokes, when she asks him to kiss her. She has given up on one thing only: her expectation of him fulfilling that love. And that's what makes it so heartbreaking that they're both pining for each other, thinking the other does not feel the same. Because Penelope knows (and she is RIGHT) that her and Colin have something special.

This is heart vs. head, and honestly, not even Penelope's head wants Debling.

The people who say they were hoping he and Penelope would end up together, y'all are Portia. Your expectations for Penelope are that she should be happy with money and a title and an absent partner. And then, the quiet part is 'She shouldn't be holding out for love'. She shouldn't be holding out for dreams.

But. . .why not? Colin is in every single way an amazing person for her. And he's proof that she should have held out, that waiting was worth it. That it had always been worth it.

Because it is *Colin* who is the gateway to all those forms of love.

Pragmatically, Colin has money a-plenty. He's in good standing in his society, he's rich, he's attractive, and he comes from a wonderful family. Furthermore, even from season ONE Daphne said that Colin can make an interaction interesting. He makes Penelope laugh, he's a good dancer, he's adventurous and loves to travel. And most importantly, he'd love to travel WITH her. Whilst Debling is attempting to narrow her world, Colin, in contrast, wants to open it to her.

Since her and Colin met as children, much of the start of their love story for him was first universal, and then familial in nature. When first her bonnet flew into his face and he fell, he had no reason to be kind about it, but he was. He has a kind nature. But then as they became acquainted, and she had a connection to Eloise, it morphed from his universal love and good will towards strangers, to that of a family friend. The comment that he sees her as one of his sisters was harsh, but it's also not BAD that this is a kernel of their love story. It bred familiarity with them, and lead into a genuine friendship. And my god, I could talk about their friendship for days.

Colin has been an amazing friend to Penelope. He checks in on her, he writers her letters, he asks how she's doing, he offers her his hand to lift her up, he refuses to let her speak badly of herself, he's protective of her, he finds her funny, he seeks her out because he values her perspective. Colin adores Penelope, and the last two seasons have proven it in so many ways. Even in his pursuit to help her find a husband, this is a selflessness he offers because he cares for her. His goal is not to curry favor with her, his goal is only to uplift her. He only wants to see her happy. He holds her in the highest esteem and sees her in such a beautiful light. And that leads into her self love, because what Colin said to Penelope in Season 2 Surely if Penelope can see me this way, surely I can as well-- that rings true for Penelope, as well. Colin loves her so dearly and sees her with such grace, that she is then inspired to bring that inwardly.

Debling is the death of her dreams, and Colin is her dream in fruition.

But it is also risky, and it is also, in some ways, foolish. He's not a sure choice for her, but he's the BEST choice. He represents passion and tenderness, he is the love story of all her books and fantasies. Because what Marina said to Colin, that he is caught up in his fantasies: Penelope is, too. That's what makes them such a good match. And so with him, she blooms. With him, she feels brave, and is witty, and will come out from her Mama's thumb and her expectations. And what's left after Pragma and Agape and Ludus and Storge and Philia?

Well. . .. It's Psyche and Eros, isn't it?

So, at the end of it, at the 11th hour, when Colin comes to her and he is honest, and he is vulnerable, and he doesn't know she feels this love for him and has for so long, and he spills open for her, Penelope knows she doesn't have to simply be content.

She knows she can be happy. Fuck your low expectations, she *can* and *should* have a love story.

And the one she lives with Colin is such damn good one.

#polin #penelope featherington #colin bridgerton #bridgerton #bridgerton season 3 #god i love polin so much y'all do not even understand #me???? writing meta at 8 in the morning??? lol #new season same dolly #anti debling #lord debling #the way so many people just. . .miss the point #this one is my defending penelope post #be on the lookout for defending colin because god the way some of y'all misread my man. . .you do not deserve him

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startheskelaton · 29 days ago

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I'm not sure how Nightflyer and Soundblsster met Sparkplug, but I guess they met her at Earth.

So I'll do my interpretation of how Nightflyer and Soundblaster got on Earth.

Nightflyer was at the palace as usual, going to his berth after he finishes all work for the day he overhears from his sire's chambers about space bridge and how it can take someone to a different planet.

Interested, he begs and pleades Soundblaster to help him try the space bridge, which Soundblaster soon agrees with, using this as an opportunity to get rid of Nightflyer.

So they sneak out and go to the room where the space bridge is kept, and they eventually find it after a few miss ups at which room is it and knocking a few guards or less.

They tried using the space bridge, but it went wrong, and they both ended on the same planet called Earth. They ended up in different places, Nightflyer ended up in the same forest where Optimus first arrived and met Spike, and he's amazed by Earth's beauty while Soundblaster ended up in near fancy human city as he wondered where the living FRAG he ended up.

And that's pretty much it. You can tell me how they actually ended up

Also, I think Nightflyer and Soundblaster would love Earth and its culture.

Nightflyer like Optimus from idw comic and maaaaaaaybe Repunzel from Tangled would fall in love with Earth's beauty and its creatures and plants since he never saw that back Cybertron where everything's metal. To his, this would be a dream come true since, like you said, he's into mutants and plants.

Soundblaster wouldn't like it at first, but then he sees humanity's arts, creativity, literature, museums, and many more humanity has to offer. Like Nightflyer, this would be a dream come true to him, too, since he's into art and literature.

Bonus: Back on Cybertron, Starscream and Shockwave panicking where the living Primus where their sons went and screaming at anyone while Slipscream tries to eat her energon cereal.

Anyway i really love your ocs and I wish to know more about them. I really love how you have progressed the story so far. I love it.

Actually the real answer is a good bit different, however I love the story you made, It was vary fun to read!

This is how it really went down.

Shockwave chose Nightflyer in particular to be the one to go to earth undercover, he did this because he knew that Night was so loyal to his family, that he wouldn't change sides if need be (this would be proven right later). Nightflyer was absolutely mortified when he was told that he needed to go to earth, not because he didn't like earth, but because he would have to go alone to make the plan look believable. Also he would have to purposefully crash his ship on the planet... but the alone thing was more of priority for him.

He dose make it to earth and makes the ship crash, making it look like he desperately trying to escape from Cybertron. He would be found and taken to the Autobot base (after checking him for tracking devices) where he would be questioned and checked to see if his arrival would bring more enemies to the planet. He was kinda blacked out for a while (because of the crash) when he was sent to Ratchet's med bay to undergo an emergency check up. And who just happened to be the reluctant medical assistant on hand? Sparkplug. She really had to fight her dad in order to stay and help with the exam (she really wanted to be part of something exciting, and a random hot guy falling from space was definitely exciting).

They properly met during tryouts for being put on a mission team. Nightflyer passed well (however he needed to hide his full potential as to not tip off that he was part of the Cybertonian guard). Sparkplug on the other hand passed with shockingly flying colors for a bot her size, however was immediately turned away by Megatron (this is because Sparkplug has been training most of her life to be qualified for off base missions, however is shot down by her dad each time at the qualifying tests. Like her late father, she's not one to take rejection lying down, so she has trained for years and gone to every try out. Much to Megatron's dismay, this has only forced her to get stronger then she would have been if he had passed her earlier).

At first Sparkplug is kinda spiteful against Night simply because he was able to go on missions despite being so new to the autobots, however something makes her look at him differently... she notices he's lying. She has no idea what about but she can feel it, something about his story is too perfect, he's moving up the ranks too quickly and cold outer shell doesn't fit with someone who wanted to break away from his original faction. So when she finds him in the library one night, she corners him, and he breaks... but not fully. He reveals his true personality to her, but not his mission. He is vary genuin about how he feels trapped by having to mask all the time, that no one would take his seriously if he was himself, and how he genuinely felt oppressed by the "the strong rule the weak" mentality of the Decepticons. In return, Sparkplug opens up about her strange existence and confusing expectations people have for her. That she needs to be a replacement but not a copy, to have prime's kindness but none of Megatron's anger, love herself for being special but listen to everyone talk about how freaky her existence is. And after that night... Sparks start to fly between the two.

Soundblaster met Sparkplug in the middle of space.

Eventually the time comes and the seekers (slipstream and company) show up on earth and it's revealed that Nightflyer was a spy the whole time. And a dangerous one at that, actually able to go up against a good amount of the autoboots. This breaks Sparkplug's heart because she talked to Nightflyer a LOT, she had no idea if any of that was real or not. It didn't help his case when he immediately sided with his sister, going back to being a deception due to his loyalty to his family.

However during this shit show, who arrives but the DJD, taking advantage to the situation to try and take Sparkplug in order to make her a new Megatron. Seeking a chance to be praised by Shockwave, Soundblaster is able to grab Sparkplug admits the chaos (capturing the last remints of Optimus prime would be extremely useful in manipulating the public or just making a super weapon) . However due to a mix of Skywarp's powers fucking up along with Slipstream's (she has the same power's as Skywarp), Soundblaster and Sparkplug are warped halfway across the universe. This now forces our characters to try and find Spark before anyone else can.

When coming to, Sparkplug is absolutely livid at Soundblaster and immediately attacks him. But due to the situation, they reluctantly come to an agrement, get somewhere where they can get back to Cybertron or earth, then fight about it then. This forces the two to work with one another to try and make it to intergalactic space station without dying. During this time, Sound only communicates through mores code, never speaking once. However him and Sparkplug have a good amount of conversations, slowly opening up to one another. They really hit it off when Sparkplug is able to relate to Soundblaster, but admit that he defiantly had it worse then her (nightflyer on the other hand saw himself and Soundblaster as equally out cased despite the huge power discrepancy). She's able to see him for who he is, what he was supposed to be, and who he wants to be... and this makes Soundblaster throw away his loyalty to the decepticons and decide to be loyal to Sparkplug herself.

OH MY GOD this was a long post, I could go on but I need to stop myself before this becomes an essay.

#artists on tumblr #oc #transformers #tf #ask #ask blog #ask box #lore dump #one spark au #transformers au #transformers oc #tf sparkplug #sparkplug #nightflyer #tf nightflyer #soundblaster #tf soundblaster #long post #this was a really big lore dump I'm so sorry

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1-have-no-idea · 16 days ago

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how they kiss you; part two

Pairing(s): 501st, implied fem reader

Overview: literally just how they kiss you. It’s literally just that.

Warning(s): Hardcase refers reader as ‘pretty mama’ at one point, cursing (in Mando’a and English), implied smut, descriptions of smut, yeah, basically just smut, tiiiiny bit of angst but it’s not

Word-count: I honestly did not count

Rex:

-OH YEAH

-why not start with our dear old captain first??

-just look at that smirk, you know this man would DEMAND kisses before any mission. It’s religious at this point

-well- I mean. Not in the beginning.

-Rex is a lover boy. Straight up.

-I mean, did you see his face when he stumbled onto Cut’s family?

-he’s a family man 😭

-so, he thinks you’re an absolute dream come true

-I mean, c’mon. A pretty partner? A loving partner? He loves you with all his damn heart, Maker.

-…buttttt, despite his love for you, he’s actually really shy. He doesn’t wanna mess up, or rush into anything.

-so, this translates into you having to kiss him first :/

-which, hey! That’s not bad whatsoever! Cuz guess what?

-YOU TOOK HIS FIRST KISS

-that’s something to remember. Especially for Rex.

-and for the first time, he actually does well!

-once he learns, he can’t stop.

-his kisses are firm. Real soft, though. Like he’s afraid if he kisses too hard, he’ll hurt you. Like he wants more but also wants to break the kiss and hold you instead.

-oh, but don’t worry

-you should see him when he’s all worked up

-he actually won’t use tongue, but he’ll use his tongue anywhere else (take that as you will.) As for kisses, they’re deep. God, you can guess what else is deep.

-he won’t come up for air. He’ll kiss you until y’all are breathless

-“Maker—- love you, love you s’much, mesh’la- take it- take it deeper f’me, haah—“

-yeah, ahem. So, that’s him.

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Jesse:

-Good Lord

-so, uhm.

-this guy’s smooth. Really. Smooth.

-I’m pretty sure it’s canon that he goes to the 79’s, along with Kix, and well, with the people there and letting loose an all, it’s not that surprising that Jesse most likely has a body count

-at least like, two or three people he fucked in the refresher

-so, he’s experienced

-unlike Rex, he’s not shy

-he will GLADLY make out with you all day

-…once you two become a thing, and behind closed doors

-yes, even though Jesse’s a bit freaky and lowkey kinda a slut in the 79’s, once he meets you and actually well, gets with you

-he settles down

-due to how y’all are serious, he becomes more private. I mean, he definitely wants people to know he’s yours and you’re his, but he doesn’t want to flaunt you out there

-in the beginning, his kisses are hard. Demanding. Teasing, even. Tongue down your throat in seconds. Would literally always lead up to sex.

-but, as your relationship progresses and he realizes this isn’t just to get in his pants or anything, the kisses become softer

-more tender

-they don’t shorten, don’t misunderstand me, but they’re not demanding anymore. At least, not all the time

-this time, he kisses you because he loves you

-he kisses you because he really can’t know when the last time he’ll be able to

-he kisses you because he wants you to know how much you mean to him

-it’s a lust-to-love thing

-oh, but sometimes he may swipe his tongue over your bottom lip. Just to tease you. He’s not a total softie, doll.

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Kix:

-aw, just look at him

-so, as mentioned before, Kix would go to the 79’s with Jesse a lot

-but, he wasn’t really a slut 🤷‍♀️

-he’d go there for the drinks and for fun. But not to get laid

-I mean, c’mon. There’s too many health risks. STD’s, potential pregnancy…

-what else would you expect from the medic

-BUT! That doesn’t mean he wouldn’t flirt.

-if he was interested, he’d talk. Say hi, hello, how are you, bla bla bla, but he wouldn’t take them to bed. It was always just hello for him.

-until he met you

-Kix is very old schooled

-very gentlemanly.

-it will at least take three to four dates and consistent talking for him to actually be hooked, and want something more, let alone kiss you

-oh, but once you get there

-he’ll kiss you when he thinks the time is right. It has to be the perfect moment.

-maybe when a quiet moment appears during one of your dates, or after a heart to heart or when he’s dropping you off or before he goes off on a mission

-the first kiss is soft. Firm, though. Full of meaning and unspoken confessions

-and then he’ll part, just for a second before returning one last time for a second kiss, and then he’ll be on his way.

-if you were to get intimate, though, his kisses are somewhat the same

-the only difference is there’s a hint of desperation in his kisses

-they’re chaste and a tad frantic, as if he’s rushing

-he is.

-like he’s trying to convey all his love to you while also struggling to hold back and not just—- pound you until you can’t sit right

-don’t worry, he’s a gentle lover though. But if you ask, who is he to deny?

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Hardcase:

-oh, my silly little hyperactive adhd clone

-with no hesitation or anything, Hardcase absolutely geeks over you

-he’s jumping up and down when he sees you, grinning so hard you think his teeth might crack, laughing boisterously while scooping you up into a hug

-cuz you’re his baby, his hot stuff, his pretty mama

-and he’s NOT SHY in letting you know

-believe it or not, Hardcase actually wasn’t experienced before you. Surprising, right? Well, not really. Hardcase is somewhat of a himbo, and usually can’t take a hint on whether someone’s hitting on him or not. Plus, whenever he hit the bar, he’d usually be too drunk to realize if someone was or not. He’s there to just have fun.

-but he was eager to kiss you

-extremely. Extremely. Eager.

-you think he’d be a natural his first time?

-HAH. That’s cute. But no.

-the first kiss is sloppy. Rushed. I mean- it’s deep, don’t get me wrong, but just- very sloppy.

-noses squishing together, lips not even locked, teeth clacking together—

-yeah, it’s not the best. But it was for him!!

-at least, he thought it was

-until you actually taught him

-and for the first time, he froze. Everything in him went calm. Well, for a couple seconds, at least

-then he was giggling like a school-girl again and pecking all over your face

-Hardcase’s kisses are quick. Sometimes sloppy, and rushed, but it’s just because he gets so excited!

-s’not his fault, babydoll, believe him. It’s just easy to get too excited around you.

-and, well, that also transfers in the bed

-hope you can last a couple of quick rounds. He doesn’t plan on taking any breaks.

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Dogma:

-guys, be for real. You think this man would know how to kiss?

-nah.

-he’s clueless. I mean, c’mon, all he does is work, work, work, and follow orders!

-he doesn’t get out much, give him some slack!

-so, well, you’re gonna hafta initiate everything and everything.

-Dogma is uptight, and fiercely believed that a clone’s person is strictly only to follow orders, so don’t get your feelings hurt when you try to initiate any affection for the first time and he flinches away or scowls. It’s nothing personal, really. He just doesn’t know how else to react.

-reassure him. Praise him. Tell him that he’s more than just a number to you, that you don’t just see him as a piece of hardware

-Dogma absolutely craves praise

-so when he first kisses you, he instinctively starts worrying and asking you if he did alright, if it made you feel good, if you were happy with him

-do him a favor and just kiss him to shut him up

-it works. It really does.

-Dogma’s kisses are shy. Barely there presses, fluttering and fleeting.

-you’re gonna hafta hold his face to keep him from pulling away almost immediately

-and then, once that strict and by-the-book soldier melts away, leaving the praise-starved and lowkey needy man beneath, Dogma will melt.

-you just need to guide him

-tell him what feels good, how good he’s being, how much you love him

-and Maker, isn’t he a pleaser

-he’s a suck up. He wants to please you.

-and doesn’t he do a damn good job of it

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Tup:

-sweet baby, right?

-probably has no idea what he’s doing, right?

-WRONG

-look, sweet baby, yes, he is, he’s a sweetheart

-but he’s not a prude

-and he’s DEFINITELY not innocent

-I mean, c’mon. Have you seen his brothers? They’ve probably shown him holoporn at one point or tried to hook him up with someone

-that being said, he’s still newer, but he’s not completely ignorant

-and it’s not like he really liked playing around that much, either. He didn’t wanna hurt anyone’s feelings 🥺

-and when you appear? Well, you can guess how sweet this boy is to you

-he courts you.

-he’s not timid, but he can be shy, but it’s not like, really shy. He’s just very polite and doesn’t wanna scare you away, because in all realness, Tup is a bit insecure

-please reassure him.

-he may be shy of touching you at first, but once you assure him, he’ll start to. When the moments right, of course.

-his kisses are short and sweet

-a peck here and there

-oh, but don’t be disappointed. If you want more, he’ll give more, you just have to ask

-but, then again, he’s still a little hesitant about it. Just take the reins with this one.

-like I said, Tup isn’t innocent, he’s not a prude

-but he’s still a virgin. He could kiss, he could flirt

-but he’s always been to scared to give his virginity away, because that was special to him

-well anywho- we’re not on that topic! Yet :)

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Fives:

-and last but not least! Fives!!

-look, Fives is a stud

-he’s goofy, flirty, cheesy, oh, so cheesy

-and he turns up that cheesiness all the way when he meets you

-so he’s experienced

-he 100% his, but when it comes to you, he’s not all ‘oh, yeah, to the bed, baby,’ but instead more of a, ‘hey, got a map? Cuz I’m getting lost in your eyes—-‘

-yeah. It’s bad.

-oh- but just- just give him a chance- kay? He’ll prove it to you—

-his kisses are DEEP

-PASSIONATE

-he uses tongue

-not to where it’s overwhelming, but to make you breathless and yearning for more

-kisses hard, one nip to your bottom lip before soothing it with his tongue and then just going for it

-you know he has you pinned against some place while he kisses you

-Makes out like his life depends on it

-but it’s not just lust for him, don’t worry!

-he’ll be breathing out his love for you with every kiss, growling under his breath while he thrusts into you deep and slow

-“Kriff— hold on- hah- fuck! Feel me right there- like that? Yeah, hahaah, yeah, ya like that, baby? Yeah, I know you do—“

-yeah. It gets heated really quickly.

-he’ll have you squirming in no time

-you’ll be yearning for this man in every way

-so yes.

-Fives is a very passionate man.

-and he just gets even more passionate when he’s with you

#clones x reader #tcw x reader #x fem reader #501st legion #star wars x reader #captain rex x reader #fives x reader #jesse x reader #tup x reader #dogma x reader #hardcase x reader #kix x reader

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goldfishontheceiling · 10 months ago

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"Alastor is just using Rosie" NUH UH whips out the list

1. He is capable of making friends, as seen with Mimzy. So it's not that hard to believe that he can have another friend if one (cough cough MIMZY cough) just comes around when she needs something. Mimzy doesn't even benefit him in anyway, yet he doesn't cut her off, which shows he can make friends.

2. Aside from the cannibals in ep7, what else could he get from her? I mean she does recommend him deals sometimes, but anyone can do that. If his true goal was control over the cannibals then their bond would feel a lot more shallow, like ep1-ep5ish with Charlie.

3. If Alastor was using Rosie for deal recommendations (since she gives him "prime pickings for a deal to be made"), then why not just do so with a mutalistic relationship instead of having to form that bond?

4. He bleat like a fawn. If he was acting, he wouldn't let himself lose composure for an act.

5. They both kinda get close to eachother in a way they don't with anyone else. SHE PICKS HIM UP AND SPINS HIM AROUND AND HE DOESN'T SAY ANYTHING ABOUT IT. Sure, he hugged Mimzy, but if she ever did that? She would most likely be dead.

6. If anyone else openly/jokingly insulted Alastor, he would go all scary demon ahhhhhhhh. But Rosie? Perfectly fine.

7. The way he talks to Rosie is different to the way he talks to Charlie. With Charlie he's a little bitch sometimes (oh Charlie you look an absolute mess!) and he kinda takes every chance he can to be a little bitch while still being nice and showing he's important.

8. Rosie knows things about Alastor that he hasn't even figured out (I know your an ace in the hole!), and for Rosie to know these things, that would require Alastor to open up about himself, which he doesn't like doing because "must be mysterious radio deer man." Even to Charlie, who he does have a bond with, SHE STILL JUST THINKS OF HIM AS "MYSTERIOUS RADIO DEER MAN"

9. Hating someone together is one of the easiest ways to start a friendship, especially in hell, where people hating each other is really common (Susan? Susan)

10. If he truly was manipulating all of his friends, he's a sinner, he still has a humanish mind. Humans crave bonds with other people as part of their instincts. And you could just get fake ones, but if you're the manipulator in that situation you'll know it's all fake and it won't leave you fufilled. Which is why having one or two genuine friends (Rosie/Mimzy) would have to be a requirement.

11. He has manipulated other Overlords in the past, like Vox. But with Vox, they would realistically never get along. Same with Vaggie, Angel Dust, etc, he just wouldn't be able to form a true bond with/a very strong both with those people. So yes, he's manipulating/has manipulated them. Rosie on the other hand? They're both cannibals from similar time periods, with similar interests, and they hate the same people.

12. Rosie is smart. She easily reads Charlie, a stranger, like a book. And if she's known Alastor for years (which she most likely has), she knows how to read him past that stupid permanent smile. So even if he was manipulating her, she would know.

13. He HATES Susan, and Vox, and probably some other people I can't think of off the top of my head. He can't stand them. So if he hated Rosie? He wouldn't be able to fake a bond like the one they have.

14. His pupils dilate around Rosie, which is a sign that you like/love whatever it is that you are looking at

Look at these

COMPARED TO THESE

AND IT ONLY HAPPENS WHEN IT'S JUST THEM TWO

15. Rosie agrees with him when he says that Charlie is "filled with potential that I could guide," so she knows that he's using her for that kinda stuff. With that moment it shows that she understands that Alastor is helping Charlie with her dream in exchange. I swear I had more thoughts on this one but then I got distracted with finding screenshots for 14-

Bonus reason that's more silly then reason: THAT DANCE IN READY FOR THIS IS TOO COORDINATED THEY HAD TO HAVE PRACTICED IT

#i had to hold myself back from going full autism mode #because if i didn't this post would just be a giant wall of capital letters #anyway tag time #hazbin hotel #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin alastor #alastor hazbin #rosie hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel rosie #hazbin rosie #rosie hazbin #alastor and rosie #platonic radiorose #qpr radiorose #radiorose #rosie and alastor #idk what else to tag

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candy69gurl · 9 months ago

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POV: You are Sukuna's Vessel 7

Warnings- mentions of violence, blood, comfort, alcohol usage, gojo x reader, sukuna x reader, smut, non con, yaoi maybe? Read it to find out

wc- 7k

Note- This one concludes the series, and I promise you will find it enjoyable despite its length. I put a lot of effort into making this as interesting as I could. There will be a truly surprising end. I hope it pleases everyone. Love you all for the support and motivation <3

The morning comes, and your stomach grumbles loudly. Sukuna's voice interrupts your dream: "Tsk, wake up and eat something." Unresponsive, you slobber on your pillow, lost in your dreams. Sukuna, frustrated, regains control and drags you out of bed.

He mutters, "Won't let you waste away." Despite his dislike for human food, he rummages through the empty refrigerator, discovering nothing edible. He lets out a sigh and reluctantly decides to address the lack of food. Though unenthusiastic, he recalls watching cookery demonstrations. He gathers supplies and begins preparing a breakfast for your body.

His voice mumbles, "If I mess up, it's your fault for sleeping." Time passes as his dexterous hands labour silently. You are blissfully unconscious, immersed in sleep.

His tone sneers, "Not bad for a first try." Despite his efforts to conceal it, delight flickers in his voice. He devours the entire platter in one go. Even though he despises human food, he guarantees that your survival comes first.

He lays back down, his gaze lands on a nearby smut book. Curiosity strikes, and he picks it up, flipping through pages filled with unfamiliar characters. "What the hell is this?" he asks, voice curious. Ignoring your sleep, he reads aloud, "Hmm... interesting." Though boredom threatens to set in, he perseveres, his eyes tracking each lewd word. A burst of laughter escapes him. His voice chuckles, "These humans are strange, why do you read these vessel?" Finished with the book, he tosses it aside, yawning widely.

Sukuna leaves your room and wanders out into the early dawn. He is aware of his surroundings and cautiously navigates the streets. He moves around without incident, avoiding Gojo and the others. His voice murmurs, "How dull... nothing exciting." Disdain seeps from his words, as his gaze scans the regular people. Despite his animosity, he knows better than to expose his true character. His voice snarls, "Fuck, I want to create damage, but this bitch is going to kill herself again. "What a pain in the ass!"

Despite his dislike, he observes the humans and finds their ordinary existence unpleasant. His steps carry him forward, the cityscape dissolving in the background. His voice dismisses, "Nothing worthwhile here." In quest of excitement, he wanders aimlessly, feeling frustrated.

Sukuna turns back and heads home, concern gnawing at him. Your impending awakening looms ahead, threatening exposure. Something emerges in his head that threatens to ruin his fun. He evaluates the implications, evaluating the risks against the potential advantages.

His voice mutters, "Too risky, gotta go." With fresh urgency, he retraces his travels in the hopes of returning to your room. Sukuna will never try to take over your body without your permission, even if he could. He prefers to use bodies when there are no constraints.

Sukuna approaches your door and grapples with the knob, his heart thumping. A startling presence halts his actions, as Megumi walks approaches him.

"Shit..", Sukuna exclaims relinquishing control over your body.

Your body collapses on the doorstep on lack of control. Megumi reacts swiftly, running to you and catching you in mid-fall. Concealing surprise, he carries you to Shoko's room.

"I saw her fidgeting with the door knob, but as soon as she saw me, she fell unconscious.. That's so odd" Megumi exclaims, concern coloring his voice.

Shoko greets him instantly, her calm demeanor intact. She examines you, offering soothing words. "It seems like she's just exhausted," she assures, her soft voice comforting.

Megumi nods. Later, he expresses his alarm to Gojo and the others, explaining your strange behaviour. Their suspicions grow, prompted by recent events.

Gojo furrows his brow and listens intently, "Something's off, we need to investigate."

The group agrees, formulating a plan.

Groggily, you awaken to find your hand buried within your tee.. resting on your bare chest. Confusion washes over you as you take in the sight before you.

Your hand is wrapped around your breast. But it's not just your hand - Sukuna's mouth has taken shape, his lips forming a perfect seal around your nipple. His tongue teases and licks your sensitive skin, sending shivers coursing through your veins.

Your eyes widen in shock as you stare at the sight before you, your mind racing to comprehend what's going on.

"You perv!", you yell softly.

You try to wrench your hand away from your breast, but Sukuna's mouth remains steadfastly attached to your nipple. The effort causes your nipple to tug and stretch, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure-pain through your system. "Aaah!" you cry out, wincing at the sudden sensation.

Your attempts to pull away only seem to tighten Sukuna's grip on your nipple, causing your breath to hitch.

"Mmmph..." he murmurs, his voice muffled by the suction. His eyes gleam with amusement, clearly delighted by your struggle.

You glare at him, your face flushing with embarrassment. "Let go!"

Sukuna's smile widens, his tongue darting out to tease your nipple once more.

Your eyes roll heavenward in exasperation. "This is ridiculous."

Sukuna laughs, his voice filling mind, "Feeling aroused? Don't forget, you're the one who put your hands inside your tee-shirt in the first place," he says, his voice laced with amusement.

His words hang in the air, a reminder of your own actions. You feel a flush rise to your cheeks as you try to recall the moment but cannot, your mind reeling with confusion.

"Shut up! I-it was by mistake.. probably," you hiss, trying to hide your embarrassment.

His tongue on your hand lingering on your nipple before releasing it. "You're the one who's perverted, not me!" you argue, your voice rising in anger.

Sukuna smirks, unfazed by your ire. "Oh, come on. We both know you enjoy these."

The two of you continue to bicker, neither one giving in. Just as things are starting to escalate, the door bursts open and Gojo strides in.

"Hey, hey, what's going on here?" he asks, his eyes narrowing as he takes in the situation.

Both you and Sukuna fall silent, caught off guard by Gojo's sudden arrival.

"Oh- sensei.. I was just telling myself off."

Gojo raises an eyebrow, scrutinizing the scene in front of him. He chuckles softly, shaking his head. "You know, Y/N," he begins, "I have some work that can only be done by you."

You glance at him questioningly, curiosity piqued.

Gojo continues, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Can you buy some mochi and bring them to my room tonight? I will be busy the whole day, at night I might crave some kikufukus" he requests, proffering his card.

Confused, you accept the offer, nodding in agreement. Sukuna protests in your mind, but you choose to ignore him. This request might be strange, but you want to make amends with Gojo.

"Sure thing," you reply, taking his card.

Gojo smiles, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Thank you, Y/N. I appreciate it."

As he leaves, you can't help but feel a mix of confusion and uncertainness. You're determined to make things right.

Gojo's smile lingers, a hint of mischief in his eyes as he departs. It's almost as if he's leaving a challenge behind.

Sukuna's mouth appears on your cheek, scolding you. "Are you serious? You're going to buy him mochi and take them to his room at night?" His words sting, revealing his jealous undertones. "You won't go. That old man is up to something."

You consider his words, uncertainty creeping in. However, you decide to trust Gojo, despite his enigmatic behavior. "I know him," you assure him. "He is not like that."

Sukuna growls, his displeasure clear, but you brush aside his protestations.

In the evening, you purchase mochi and start munching on them as you walk. "Gojo wouldn't mind if I ate some of them right?" you ask, playfully.

Sukuna is still seething, his voice tinged with annoyance. "You're being a servant for him," he snaps. "I can't believe he's so ridiculous. I'm getting a bad vibe from this."

You chuckle, teasing him. "Is it because you're jealous, huh? Finally, you care about me?"

Sukuna's laughter rings in your mind. "No, brat. Just because you're my vessel doesn't mean you're mine to protect."

His words are a mix of annoyance and... maybe a hint of affection and possessiveness? You can't quite tell.

Despite his protestations, you continue to enjoy your mochi, feeling a sense of accomplishment.

"Well, Gojo sensei.. Is not bad at all," you retort, defending Gojo.

Sukuna snorts, but falls silent. You continue your journey, the evening air cool against your skin.

Suddenly, Sukuna pipes up, his voice teasing, "Do you have a crush on him?"

You freeze, your face heating up at the suggestion. "No way," you mutter, trying to shrug off the thought.

But he persists, his tone mocking. "Oh, come on, Y/N. You're blushing like mad," he teases.

You try to ignore him, but his words linger, sparking a sense of unease within you. "No, it's just the cold," you mumble, wrapping your jacket tighter around you.

Sukuna chuckles, his voice echoing in your mind. "Sure, sure."

Your heart races, the conversation leaving you flustered. "Anyway, let's focus on delivering the mochi," you say, trying to change the subject.

Despite your insistence, the doubt lingers. Do you really like Gojo? You can't shake the feeling that there's something more to this situation.

As you approach Jujutsu High Tech, something stops you in your tracks. You feel a barrier, an invisible wall preventing you from walking forward.

"What...?" You mutter, confusion on your face.

Sukuna hums, his voice filled with amusement. "Looks like we have a special grade on our hands."

Your heart races as you brace for what's coming. This isn't just any ordinary barrier. The weight of the situation sinks in, leaving you feeling both excited and terrified.

With a deep breath, you prepare for the fight ahead. You kick the veil, but it doesn't budge.

"Ugh, fine," you grumble, drawing your cursed energy. "We'll show this thing who's boss."

From the darkness emerges a menacing figure. A special grade curse, shaped like a volcano - Mount Fuji itself. Its black teeth glisten, its skin a pale gray. Atop its head, the volcanic opening fades into a brown hue. A single cycloptic eye gazes at you, sending shivers down your spine. Your eye twitches at the sight.

"He's a strong one, brat," Sukuna warns. "Don't die."

Your heart races as you face this formidable enemy. You brace yourself, preparing for the battle that lies ahead. With a deep breath, you summon your cursed energy, readying for combat. The air crackles with tension, the impending battle hanging heavy in the atmosphere.

You nod, determination etched on your face, "I won't," you vow, your eyes locked on the towering curse before you.

Taking a step forward, you speak, your voice steadfast, "Who are you?" you demand. "And why did you put up this veil?"

The mountain-shaped curse responds, its voice rumbling, "I am Jogo," it declares. "And.. you are the vessel of King of curses?", his black teeth baring at you.

Your heart hammers in your chest. This Jogo seems to know about Sukuna.

You retort defiantly. "What does that have to do with you?"

Jogo's response sends a chill down your spine. "I have a good gift for him," he rumbles.

Your eyes widen, Sukuna in your mind forces you to ask what he has for him. "What is it?" you manage to choke out.

Jogo's voice, deep and resonating, echoes through the air. "A surprise," he teases. "But I'm sure he'll love it."

Your heart races with anticipation and fear. What could this mysterious gift be?

You gulp, the reality of the situation sinking in. This curse is far stronger than anything you've faced. But you know you must defeat him to move past the veil.

You brace yourself, your cursed energy surging.

You struggle to keep up with Jogo's relentless attacks. Despite your best efforts, he effortlessly deflects each one of your moves. His flames scorch your skin, leaving you gasping for breath.

"Defend, brat" Sukuna's voice rumbles in your mind.

You struggle, but he's too strong. The flames burn relentlessly, leaving you gasping for breath.

"Sukuna, help me," you whisper.

Sukuna's voice rings in your mind again, his excitement palpable. "I refuse," he commands. "Seeing you suffer is quite enjoyable."

You can't help but feel a pang of betrayal. Despite his words, you can't give up. With a deep breath, you summon all your strength. "Alright, Sukuna," you mutter through gritted teeth. "I thought you cared for your vessel."

You throw yourself into the fight, every attack more desperate than the last.

Jogo's flames engulf you, his attacks overwhelming. With a final blast, you collapse, your body burning and unconscious.

"You're a pathetic vessel," Sukuna sneers. "Always getting unconscious."

As you lie there, battered and broken, you can't help but wonder if this is the end. The pain is excruciating.

Jogo looms over you, his gaze piercing. He senses Sukuna within you, his interest piqued. "This is for you, Sukuna," he growls, feeding you ten of his fingers.

Your body recoils at the sensation, the power coursing through you. Suddenly, your skin shifts, Sukuna's markings emerging. New eyes form on your cheek, matching those of the cursed king. Your body healing in an instant. Brown scars disappearing, replaced with Sukuna's black marks.

Your body reacts to Sukuna's power surging, the changes overwhelming. Sukuna seizes control, his voice cold and commanding, "You have one second... Move away," he warns.

Jogo retreats hastily. T-this is Sukuna.. A formidable power different to Gojo Satoru.. An overwhelming evil!!, his mind wonders

"You lift your head too high," Sukuna's voice threatening.

Jogo quickly drops to one knee while carefully attempting to avoid enraging Sukuna.

"Do you think kneeling on one knee is enough?" Sukuna sneers. With a thunderous boom, he blasts Jogo's head, leaving him both shocked and scared .

Sukuna's voice cuts through the air, commanding, "Go away," he orders. "I don't want to deal with you now."

Jogo hesitates, then leaves. The veil retreating. His respect for Sukuna apparent.

Sukuna's voice echoes again, "Wake up, brat," he orders. "He's gone now."

INSIDE YOUR BODY, You find yourself in a strange yet familiar place, seated on a grandiose skull-throne with Sukuna. His hand caresses your hair gently.

"You awake?" he inquires softly, his voice rich with power.

Your heart pounds at the closeness. His touch sends shivers down your spine. You swallow hard, feeling a rush of emotions. "Yeah," you murmur, your voice hoarse. Your body reacts, the closeness stirring something deep within you.

"We have to give that old man his mochis," he whispers, his breath warm against your skin.

You nod, your heart pounding. The way he looks at you hints at something else entirely.

His gaze lingers on your face for a moment, before a smile plasters his face. "Brat.. You are so stupid.. How can you love a curse like me?," he speaks, his voice low and sultry.

Your eyes widen as you remember, he can read through your emotions, you gulp. "N-no.. I don't love you.. Y-you are lying."

Sukuna laughs, "You are terrible at lying, Y/N", he lifts your chin making you look into his eyes.

He leans, his lips crash onto yours, the kiss sudden and intense.. His tongue probes your mouth, demanding entry. You're caught off guard, your mind reeling. This kiss is unlike anything you've experienced before.

Your body reacts without your permission, your hands finding their way to his hair, pulling him closer. The taste of him is intoxicating, the passion undeniable.

"Sukuna," you whisper, your voice barely audible.

He pulls back slightly, his gaze piercing. "I'm here," he promises, his voice a whisper. "And I'm not going anywhere."

The intensity of the kiss leaves you breathless. The revelation, confusing and overwhelming. You can't deny the connection between you and Sukuna. But what does it mean?

You look into his eyes, searching for an answer, your heart pounding in your chest.

"I love you too," he murmurs, pulling away slightly. His confession is soft against your lips.

You stare at him, disbelief flooding you. "Can a curse fall in love too?," your eyes tearing, emotions overflowing though you..

His eyes lock onto yours, his expression serious. "I am a curse," he admits. "But that doesn't change how I feel."

Your heart races, his confession sending waves of emotion through you. Sukuna's lips meet yours once again, his kiss tender and full of longing. His confession hangs in the air, the weight of it bearing down on you.

You pull away, your gaze locked on his. "But... how can we be together?"

He smirks, his eyes gleaming. "Why not?" he challenges. "Love knows no bounds."

The gravity of the situation hits you like a freight train. You can feel the connection between you and Sukuna, the undeniable pull.

Your eyes open. You awaken, disoriented and dazed. The veil gone, you're relieved but confused. You sit up, looking around, and spot the bag of mochi on the ground. Crumbs scattered everywhere.

"Dammit," you curse under your breath. You had been so excited to present these to Gojo.

You quickly check the time. It's late, likely too late to return to the store. You could go back tomorrow, but what if they were already closed?

You frown, your heart heavy. The day had taken its toll on you. And now this. Your thoughts wander to Sukuna, your heart racing. The kiss still fresh in your mind. What did that mean? So many questions, so few answers. You sigh, your mind whirling.

You look up towards the sky, hoping for some guidance. The clouds above seem to mock you, offering nothing. You shake your head, determination setting in.

"I will just go to sensei and appologize to him," you mutter to yourself, "What will he think.. I can't even do an easy thing right"

You make your way to Gojo's, his door already wide open. You catch a glimpse of him exiting the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist.

He greets you with a warm smile.

"I didn't get the mochi," you blurt out, your cheeks flushing.

Gojo chuckles, his eyes twinkling. "Okay," he says, his tone understanding.

The day weighed heavily on you, your thoughts a jumbled mess. You look into Gojo's eyes, seeking some comfort. He offers you an understanding look. "I should go now" you whisper, your voice barely audible, turning on your heels to leave.

Gojo moves swiftly, blocking your exit. His gaze soft, concerned. "Wait, where are you going?" he asks, his tone gentle. "I have some wine; do you want to have some?"

You hesitate. You wait for Sukuna's approval, but his voice is silent. You take a chance, your heart heavy. "Sure," you respond, your voice quiet.

Gojo leads you to his bedroom, pouring you a glass of wine. The room dimly lit, cozy. You settle onto his bed, taking a sip from the offered glass. The warmth spreading through you, the alcohol loosening your thoughts.

You glance at Gojo, his eyes studying you. The silence uncomfortable, the tension dissipating. You try not to look at him, but everything about him appears alluring—his toned body, the water droplets cascading down his hair.

"You know, it's alright to make mistakes," he offers, his voice reassuring. "It's how we learn and grow."

You nod, your thoughts straying, Is he hinting at something?

"How was your day?", Gojo speaks again.

You ponder as Gojo inquires about your day, his eyes intent. You ramble, your words slurring. "Was a day... lots of things happened," you slur, the alcohol numbing your senses.

Gojo chuckles, his eyes gleaming. "Seems like it," he remarks, refilling your glass, he genuinely seems interested in your experiences. You both keep talking, the alcohol takes effect, your thoughts growing hazy. Gojo continues to listen to you; he anticipates hearing something out of the ordinary from you, but you skip that section

You continue to drink, the warmth of the liquid spreading through your body. The room spins gently, the edges of your vision blurring.

When you're sufficiently tipsy, Gojo leans in, his voice low and concerned. "Hey Y/N.. Do you know anything about Sukuna?" he asks, his gaze steady.

Your heart races, the question catching you off guard. You stutter, trying to form words. "I-I don't kn-know," you stammer, your eyes widening, your voice quaking..

Gojo nodds solemnly, his expression serious. "You sure? you don't need to hide anything from me you know..", he assures you.

"I-I love him", you confess.

Gojo's face contorts, confusion flickering across his features. He doesn't push, opting not to pursue the topic further. You're not sure how much later, Gojo pounces, pinning you to the bed. His gaze intense, he asks,

"Do you love him more than me?" he queries, his tone low, his gaze searching.

You doubt yourself, and you consistently omit the section addressing your emotions. However, you are truly stuck right now. You always respected Gojo as a teacher, so you never saw him in that perspective. But every time the subject of Gojo comes up, something within of you flares up. You remember how you blushed furiously when Sukuna questioned if you were crushing on Gojo. Perhaps you have genuine feelings for him. However, what about Sukuna? He is the only one your soul desires. However, your thoughts. It craves Gojo. You can't decide between them.

You freeze, his question hanging heavy in the air. Your mind whirs, your thoughts muddled. "s-senseii..," you mumble, your words slurred. Your mind reels, the realization hitting you like a freight train. The alcohol clouding your judgment, your emotions swirling.

What are you feeling? Gojo? Sukuna? Your mind races, your heart pounding in your chest. Your thoughts a jumbled mess.

Gojo's eyes search yours, his face etched with concern. "It's alright," he soothes, his fingers gently brushing your cheek.

"You don't have to answer now," he whispers, his voice gentle, his touch tender. "Let me show you how much better I am than him."

His touch sends shivers down your spine, your heart racing. You stare into his eyes, your emotions overwhelming. His care, his concern, the weight of it all bearing down on you.

You lean into his touch, seeking his warmth, his comfort. Your heart aches, your thoughts a whirlwind. As his fingers trace your face, you can't help but question your feelings.

Who do you love more? Gojo or Sukuna?

Gojo's lips meet yours, his kiss gentle yet insistent. His touch, however, is insistent, as his fingers navigate inside your shirt, kneading your breasts. You gasp softly, your mind reeling from the sudden sensation. His touch is tender, yet firm, igniting a fire within you.

You moan softly, the sound muffled by Gojo's lips. His kisses become more fervent, his touch more demanding. You can feel his arousal growing, pressing against you. His hands continue to explore, his fingers tracing your curves.

Your heart races, your breath quickens. His touch is intoxicating, overwhelming. You can feel your body responding, your nerves tingling. Arousal courses through you, your mind swimming in lust and confusion. Gojo pulls away, his eyes locked onto yours. The intensity of his gaze, his expression, leaves you breathless.

"You want this, don't you?" he asks, his voice hoarse, his eyes blazing with desire.

You nod, your heart pounding in your chest. You do want this, crave it. But what about Sukuna? Your thoughts whirl, your emotions a tempest.

Gojo smirks, his eyes gleaming, "I'll take that as a yes," he growls, his voice low, his gaze searing.

He ravages you then, his lips and hands exploring every inch of your body. His touch is possessive, claiming, the pleasure intense.

Inside your body, Sukuna sits on his throne, his thoughts bitter. "Can't believe I fell for such an insolent wench," he mutters to himself, his voice cold and distant. However.. You are deaf to Sukuna's remarks, too preoccupied with fantasies of Gojo fucking you.

Within the warmth of Gojo's embrace, the coldness of Sukuna's words fades. Your heart beats wildly, your body trembling.

Gojo's hands deftly work the buttons on your shirt, your bra soon joining it on the floor. Your chest revealed, your breathing ragged. His fingers trace patterns on your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

His hands glide down, unzipping your pants, pulling them off along with your panties. The cool air hits your bare skin, your core pulsating with desire.

You gasp, the sensation unexpected. His eyes meet yours, locked in a heated gaze. The intensity of his stare ignites a fire within you, your heart pounding.

The world around you fades, your thoughts consumed by Gojo. His touch, his warmth, his love. You seek him, your desire for him undeniable.

As he positions himself above you, your heart races. The weight of your feelings, the whirlwind of emotions.

Again it hits you.. Who do you love? Gojo or Sukuna?

You're so lost in the thoughts that eyes, you did not notice Gojo slipping his fingers inside your wetness, you gasp in response.

You were so engrossed in your own thoughts that you failed to notice Gojo slipping his fingers inside your wetness, you gasp in response. His eyes narrows, "Are you a virgin?" he inquires, his tone heavy. Your mind blanks, your gaze locked on his.

You don't respond, your focus shifting to his eyes. The intensity of his gaze, his desire. His smirk grows, his confidence unwavering. With a fluid motion, Gojo discards his towel. Your eyes widen, taking in his naked form. His muscles rippling, his body taut, ready.

His eyes never leaving yours, he positions himself above you. A sense of vulnerability washes over you, your heart pounding.

Gojo positions himself, his tip pressing against your entrance. Your breath hitches, anticipation coursing through your veins. With a slow, deliberate movement, he enters you, stretching you wide.

He thrusts, his pace steady, his rhythm unhurried. Each movement sends waves of pleasure coursing through you, your body responding. Your hips buck, meeting his thrusts, your moans echoing in the room.

His mouth finds your neck, his teeth grazing your skin, his breath hot against your flesh. Your eyes roll back in pleasure, your mind a disorganised mess. You want him, crave him, your desire for Gojo insatiable.

"G-gonna cum," you stammer, your voice hoarse, your mind lost in the moment.

His movements grow more urgent, his thrusts harder. Your body responds, your hips writhing, your moans growing louder. The pleasure overwhelming, your thoughts a whirlwind.

Your emotions tangled, your feelings entwined. As Gojo fills you, his body moving in sync with yours, you realize a truth. You can't choose. You love them both, equally. Your heart aching, your soul torn. But in this moment, you crave for Gojo's touch.

Your moans fill the room, your pleasure mounting. Gojo's mouth moves, his lips grazing your nipples, his praise whispered into your ear. "So good," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. "You feel amazing. So tight, so warm."

His words ignite a fire within you, your body shaking. Your pleasure reaches a crescendo, your senses heightened.

And then, you climax. Your body trembling, your moans echoing. The intensity of your release, your heart races. Your eyes slowly closing, the last thing you see is Gojo's face, his blue eyes piercing you as if he could see through you and every lie you have ever told him.

Gojo pulls out, his expression morphing into a frown. His disappointment evident, his eyes filled with concern. He expected to cum together, but..

You're out of it, your body limp, your breathing ragged. He wonders if it's from the pleasure or exhaustion.

"You're tired," he says softly, his voice laced with concern. "It's okay. I understand."

His words soothe you, his care comforting. You're tired, your mental and physical state strained. Your encounters with Sukuna and the constant stress weigh heavily on you.

It's true that you tend to pass out more often. The toll of your double life starting to catch up.

But as you lay there, catching your breath, Gojo's eyes linger on you. His gaze filled with concern and understanding.

In that moment, a thought strikes your subconscious mind. Maybe it's okay to let go. To allow your walls to crumble, your secrets to surface. Because you know that Gojo will catch you, that he'll always be there to hold you.

Gojo lets out a heavy sigh, his gazed fixed on the bathroom door, thinking of finishing there. His shaft still erect, his need undeniable.

But one thing keeps coming up in his mind. One thing he truly knows for sure.. Sukuna. His presence, an uninvited guest. In your body, hidden away, his influence undeniable.

As Gojo turns away, lost in his thoughts, Sukuna seizes the opportunity. He quickly and quietly takes over your body and in a swift move, he strikes Gojo in the neck. The force unexpected, Gojo's body dropping to the ground, his eyes wide in shock.

The mistake, clear as day. His infatuation with you, his protection of you. All of it, an invitation for Sukuna to act. His once dormant presence, now awakened. And in his wake, chaos.

As Gojo lies unconscious, his body sprawled on the ground, Sukuna watches in triumph, " FInally... I killed you Gojo Satoru.. "

"You were maginifient. but a simple distraction made you lifeless", Sukuna continues laughing at Gojo's dead body.

As Sukuna admires himself, his eyes drift to Gojo's body again.. But to his surprise, Gojo moves, swiftly and powerfully. His reverse-curse technique a potent shield, his body repairing instantly.

"No way, I killed him.." Sukuna mutters, his surprise evident, " I didn't think he had it in him."

Sukuna observes the scene, his eyes sharp. Gojo heals from the blow, his body regaining its strength. Sukuna grudgingly acknowledges Gojo's strength, his resilience. The Reverse Cursed Technique, a force to be reckoned with.

This is far from over...

"You made a grave mistake," Gojo whispers before standing up again, his fingers crossing and his voice taunting, "Ryoiki Tenkai"

Instantly, a massive black hole materializes around Sukuna, its gravity inescapable. Distant galaxies swirl in the backdrop, their white patches a stark contrast to the darkness surrounding them.

Gojo's aura flares up, his power radiating, "Now.. Now," he starts walking towards Sukuna.

Sukuna stands frozen, unable to move, his eyes fixed on the swirling void around him. His initial shock turns into a smirk, his voice taunting, "The brat won't survive in this domain if I let go of control of her body."

Gojo approaches, his aura crackling, his expression grim. "I know that," he says, his tone deadly serious. "The question is, will you let her die?"

Sukuna's response is immediate, a dismissive 'tsk.' Gojo knows his weakness, his feelings for you, an Achilles' heel.

Sukuna sneers, "And if I die, the brat dies. Tell me, Gojo, will you let her die?" His voice drips with malice, his intent clear.

Gojo doesn't flinch, his response firm, "No, but..." He takes a step closer, his gaze locked on Sukuna.

In a swift motion, Gojo knocks down Sukuna, "I can do this.." Immediately Gojo's lips presses against Sukuna's. Your body reacts, your core moistens with desire, making Sukuna feeling exposed, vulnerable.

Sukuna unwillingly admits defeat, but he can't help but blame your body for this turn of events. Its allure, its responsiveness, its desire. All of it, pulling him in, ensnaring him. A blush creeping up his cheeks.

Gojo's fingers trace the sensitive spot, his touch expert, your clit throbbing under his fingertips. Sukuna's expression shifts, his face a canvas of pleasure and surprise.

"Feeling it?," Gojo taunts Sukuna, his voice gravelly. His tone, dripping with lust. He can't deny the pleasure coursing through him, its intensity undeniable.

Gojo smirks, his grip firm, "Yes, Sukuna?," his voice low, "You can't deny it." His touch, his words, they're both a torment and a seduction. His eyes never leaving Sukuna, his intent clear. He wants to break him, to shatter his defiance, his resolve.

Gojo's fingers reach up to your neck, tightening around it, the pressure building. Sukuna's eyes potrays his anger, but your body betraying him..

Your feminine body, along with Sukuna's claim on it, has an opposite effect on Gojo. His shaft hardens once more. He smirks bringing his shaft towards your face, his grip firm on your throat. "If you don't play along, I won't allow this body to have any orgasm," he growls, his voice low and dangerous.

His threat hangs heavy in the air, Sukuna's curses ringing out, barely audible. Gojo watches, his eyes darkening, as Sukuna reluctantly wraps your lips around his shaft.

"Pervert," Sukuna mumbles, his voice strained, as Gojo's hand strokes your hair, guiding you.

Gojo's hand travel to your core, his fingers delving inside you, their intrusion sending waves of pleasure through your body as well as Sukuna. Sukuna struggles to suppress his moan, his body trembling, his release near.

The vibrations from your throat, slick with saliva, drive Gojo wild. His grip tightens on your head, his thrusts growing more erratic, more forceful. He's pushing you beyond your limits, his cock sliding deeper into your throat, making Sukuna gag and his eyes turn teary.

"Fuck, Sukuna," Gojo rasps, "I never thought you were this horny." His voice drips with amusement, his eyes gleaming with pleasure. "Look at you, drooling around my cock..."

Sukuna's anger reaches its peak, his eyes flashing. He attempts to sink his fangs into Gojo's shaft, but his plan is thwarted. Gojo yanks your hair, pulling his dick from your mouth, his expression turning cold.

Gojo positions you on all fours, your core gushes, slick and shiny, your thighs reflecting the light. Sukuna curses you under his breath, his words laced with resentment and excitement, "Y/N.. With a body like this, you are nothing more than a whore..."

Before he can act, Gojo surges forward, driving into you with a force that leaves Sukuna gasping. Pain mixes with pleasure, a sensation Sukuna has never experienced before. "W-what do you think you are doing?", Sukuna asks his voice angry.

"Making this pussy, cum", Gojo wishpers against his hears, Sukuna's breath catches, his body writhing in pleasure. The pain, the pleasure, the intensity of it all, overwhelming him. His curses, muffled, directed at your responsive, traitorous body.

Gojo thrusts into you, his movements determined, calculated. He taunts Sukuna further, his voice low and rough, "It seems like you're enjoying it, Sukuna. Doesn't it feel good? To be filled like this?"

"F-fuck this.. I am only doing it for Y/N", Sukuna replies trying to muffle his moans. It feels too good, Sukuna never thought sex feels this good. It is embarassing yet he feels this good.

Gojo's thrusts become brutal, each one shaking Sukuna, your body alive with sensation. His hands find your nipples, pinching them, the pain a sharp contrast to the pleasure flooding through Sukuna.

"Stop, Gojo!" Sukuna cries out, his voice strained, your body writhing in intensity.. But the pleasure, it's too much, too intense. It overwhelms Sukuna, leaving him desperate for more, for release.

Gojo smirks, his hands moving lower, his fingers brushing against your sensitive spots. "Why don't you let go of control of her body?" he taunts, his voice low and seductive.

Sukuna remains silent, his defenses crumbling under Gojo's skilled touch. His words, his actions, they cut deeper than any blade. "That's right," Gojo continues, his voice softening, "Because you are liking it.. Isn't it s'kuna?"

"Shut up!! I-its because I love her, and I don't want her to die in your stupid domain..", Sukuna grits his teeth, but his resistance soon fading, when Gojo's fingers dance over your clit.

An unintentinally moan slips out of Sukuna's mouth, to which Gojo responds, "Ah, I liked it, but couldn't it be more lady-like, like Y/N's moan?"

Sukuna bites his lip, his pride wounded, the King of Curses, being taken by a mere human. His thoughts tangled, lost in the haze of pleasure. But the feeling, the sensation, it's unlike anything he's ever experienced. This body, his lover's body, it brings out sensations he never knew existed. He's helpless, consumed by the pleasure, his senses heightened, every stroke, every touch, magnified.

He can't fight it anymore, his defenses crumbling under the onslaught of sensations. The sounds, the touch, the warmth, all of it, pulling him in, drawing him closer to the edge. And he lets go, surrendering to the pleasure coursing through him, his moans echoing in the room.

Satoru speaks again, his eyes alight with mischief. "Well, well, it seems our little game has become interesting," he says, his voice dripping with amusement. "

He positions your body on your back, the angle shifting, changing, giving Sukuna a new perspective. Sukuna could see everything.. His breath catching, as Gojo's hips begin to move, your body stretched, filled. The way your hole swallows his girth, it's intoxicating.

"You look so... fuckable," he says, his voice low and sultry. He reaches out, his hand tracing down your stomach, further, his touch delicate.

"I wonder what Y/N would say if she knew you looked like this, with me inside you," he muses, his eyes locked onto yours. His grin wicked, "But then again, she wouldn't mind, would she?" His thumb brushing against your clit, Sukuna's breath hitches, your hips bucking of their own accord.

Sukuna can feel it, the intensity, the passion, the sheer force of his desire. Everything feels heightened, amplified, his senses sharp. He's never felt so vulnerable and weak before. It's very confusing, everything is so confusing right now.

Gojo leans in, his lips seeking yours, his kiss hungry and demanding. Unexpectedly, Sukuna returns it, his kiss equally fervent. Your walls clench around Gojo, your body signaling its need.

As the kiss breaks, Sukuna's voice unsteady, "Cum inside this pussy," he speaks, his eyes pleading.

Gojo smirks, "Begging?" He mocks, his thrusts slowing, teasing.

Sukuna nods shyly, his cheeks flushed.

"What if she becomes pregnant?" Gojo asks, his voice a low rumble.

"As long as I reside in her body," Sukuna stutters, his voice tinged with vulnerability, "she will not."

Gojo nods, his eyes darkening. He quickens his thrusts, his movements more urgent, more forceful.

As your body reaches the peak, his thrusts become erratic, his words, his touch, they all blend together. "C-close," Sukuna gasp out, your body trembling, your walls clamping down on Gojo.

"Then let go, Sukuna," Gojo growls, his voice raw.

"Y/N and I," Sukuna starts, his voice low and dangerous. "We have a connection. She means something to me..."

Gojo's thrusts nearly pausing, his eyes locking onto Sukuna's. "Sukuna.. You are nothing but an echo in a vessel, a parasite clinging onto life. Yet.. I can stop feeling attracted to this mixture of you and Y/N" He doesn't give Sukuna time to react, his thrusts pounding into you.

"You... bastard", Sukuna groans. Gojo chuckles, latching himself on one of your breasts.

Sukuna moans as he feels Gojo's tongue dancing around your nipple, teasing, tantalizing.

Both reach climax, the intensity of it all, it's blinding. Your body erupts, your walls clamping down, milking him, drawing out his release. Sukuna's moans, mixing with Gojo's grunts. He groans before releasing his seed into your womb.

And then, as suddenly as it began, it ends. The domain dissipates, fading away. Sukuna finds himself on the floor, Gojo above him, his body still pulsing, his release dribbling out of your hole.

Gojo leans down, his voice low, dangerous, "As long as you are inside her body, Sukuna, you will always crave me," he says, his eyes locked onto yours. "You may hate it, resist it, but it will always be there, a constant reminder of your weakness, your dependency."

Sukuna's heart races, his mind spinning, his emotions a tangled mess. He can feel it, the truth in Gojo's words. It's a twisted game, a sick joke, one that he's not sure he wants to play.

Gojo goes on, "You may think you own her soul, but remember who owns her body, her pussy." he haults to give a soft slap on your clit, making Sukuna jolt. "I am the honoured one, the strongest" .

But then again, he knows he has no choice. Not really. So, he grits his teeth before whispering, "Fuck you, bastard" his voice barely audible, before letting go control of your body.

Gojo smirks, his eyes gleaming with victory as he places your unconscious body on his bed waiting for you to get up again, "Perhaps you can the next time we meet, Sukuna.."

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Home: Jamie Dutton x Reader

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Companion piece to:

Wild Bloom - Jamie buys flowers on the anniversary of Lee's death.

Palm Sunday - Jamie needs help with one of his plants.

Leap of Faith - Jamie decides to take a leap of faith.

Everything (NSFW) - Jamie wants everything with you.

Miss You - Jamie misses you when you go away to California.

The Making of A Man - Jamie reflects on your relationship.

Birthdays - Jamie doesn't celebrate his birthday.

Liam - Jamie discovers a secret.

Break Free - Jamie decides it's time to break free from Yellowstone.

Every Part of Me (NSFW) - Jamie wants to give you every part of himself.

After the governor’s candidacy is snatched away by his father, Jamie takes some time to reevaluate things. He tells his assistant he’s working from home and that’s kind of true because you give him the key to your apartment and you tell him your home is his home for as long as he needs it.

He can’t express just how much that means to him, to have a place he feels safe, a partner who only wants the best for him.

It’s as he’s flicking through the documentation for the land trust that he comes across the proposal to buy the field where the wild bloom resides. Something inside of him just dies because until this moment he didn’t realise that he was destroying his brother’s legacy by fulfilling his father’s orders, he didn’t realise he was killing Lee.

He can’t let that happen so he starts making calls, gathering as much information on the potential sale as he possibly can and that includes contacting Anna-May. He discovers that his father gave away the land to punish Lee because his brother refused to annul his marriage. That it was a knife twist in his brother’s heart because that place, it had held so much fucking meaning to him, it felt like their father had stripped away apart of his soul.

“It was the final push.” Anna-May tells him over the phone. “That cruelty, it broke him. Any hope he’d of reconnecting with John died that day.”

He resigns his position as the Attorney General immediately. That role it was never his dream, not really, it was a way of collating power for his father, of protecting the ranch. Now that he’s done with that, it’s time to make his own way in the world, to focus on the things that are important to him and that’s preserving the one thing in this damn state that Lee loved almost as much as his wife.

He spends the next few hours calling the conservation society and every other organisation he can think of to fuck with the equities firm. He figures the bigger the problem the more likely they’ll be to withdraw the sale. Next he goes directly to the land owner and offers him an additional thirty thousand on top of the asking price.

“I did something today.” He tells you as the two of you sit down to dinner. He’s taken you out to that restaurant you love, the one that’s always plush with greenery. “Something for myself and something hopefully for us.”

His hand reaches out across the table, fingers entwining with yours and you give him that sweet smile, the one that lights up his entire world.

“I bought a home Dani.” He tells you, his vibrant blue eyes flickering up to meet yours. “And I’m hoping you’ll live there with me.”

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bl0rbohandbag · 9 months ago

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– some vampire the masquerade x changeling the lost concepts that will not leave me alone.

"but vtm and ctl are from different settings–" shhhhhh :)

— part 2.

before i begin: i have been dabbling in vampire the masquerade and changeling the lost content for a while, i am not a fan of changeling the dreaming and vampire the requiem is unfamiliar to me. anyway! buckle up, enjoy the ride, this is kind of long.

trigger warning for abuse/unhealthy parental relationships because vamps i guess.

first of all: i recently read vtm: bloodstained love. while it focus on the more romantic and sexual aspects of kindred relationships with a lot of references to obsessive/posessive behavior and grotesque acts of love, it also made me wonder how those would translate to platonic or familial relationships. add some changeling shenanigans to that and we have some interesting concepts to play with! and with that being said...

– you're a changeling. kidnapped into arcadia and trapped there for who knows how long. in your durance, you dream of going back home, of reuniting with your friends and family, escaping your keeper to finally, finally enjoy freedom in the world you were born in.

– and one day, you do escape. back into your world, never feeling completely safe with your keeper looking to get you back and huntsmen being a very real threat, but you're ready to rebuild your life and enjoy your newfound freedom.

– there are various mentions throughout the ctl books on how unsuspecting or heedless changelings might have their freedom stolen again, this time by kindred. so, as it turns out, you'll have to deal with creatures other than the true fae who are more than willing to keep you caged!

the angst potential in a changeling reuniting with ther parent(s) only to find out they've become something inhuman, and not all that different from their keeper is unmatched.

maybe you watch them from a distance first. maybe you excitedly seek them out. maybe you just randomly bump into your parent by complete chance, after presuming them dead or deciding to abandon your old life. maybe they find you.

but the point is: they're kindred. so different from when you last saw them, as a teenager, as a child, before you were taken. as if having huntsmen and your keeper after you wasn't trying enough, a vampire parent comes (back) into your life to make it even more complicated.

a ventrue dad will make his ghouls your bodyguards, following you day and night. it makes you insanely uncomfortable, as you liken them to changelings serving true fae back in arcadia. he says it's because of his own dangerous kindred affairs that might affect you, but after an unplesant encounter with the huntsmen he might just decide you shouldn't be out and about at all.

your parent is either a neonate or an ancilla by the time your return from arcadia. your fetch is dead for whatever reason, expired, after living a life in your stead, automatically making the vampire believe their child is dead– now imagine their surprise and confusion when they see you– real you, living and breathing. and maybe you're distraught, too, seeing that they haven't aged a day or should, depeding on how long you've been gone, be most definetly dead.

(this is absolutely NOT going to send the vampire parent into a mental breakdown and spiral into obsession upon discovering the child they have lost and buried was literally a soulless copy of their real child who got kidnapped by faeries. a clone made out of twigs and a cat's eyes that stole their child's place and they never noticed. everything is just fine. it does not them affect them mentally at all :3)

(bonus points if the fetch was killed by the vampire parent's enemies after being entagled in their mess. they feel like they are getting a second chance and will absolutely not screw it up! cue you, poor changeling, being locked away or put under heavy surveillance.)

on the other hand, a kindred parent who currently has a living fetch of their child just being EXTREMELY distraught when they keep spotting someone who looks exactly like their kid at random places they definetly shouldn't be at is very funny and kind of unsettling!

(a vampire mom just feeding on mortals at the club, socializing with other kindred, perhaps dealing with some unresolved issues with her sire, etc. Then she spots you, her real kid, unbeknownst to her, just chilling, among all those dangerous vampires, when you're supposed to be in your dorm room at least a thousand miles from there. she calls the fetch's phone, expecting you to pick up and start explaining yourself. your fetch answers the phone, talks to her, sleep-drunk and confused as to why she's calling so late, but the person she's looking at has made no motion at all. they're not talking. they have not picked up the phone. but that's her kid's face, she's sure. what the fuck?)

for low-humanity ancillae/elder kindred, having their child back might bring about long-forgotten mortal feelings of genuine parental love, although they might express in the very unorthodox way kindred would. they simply do not understand why their child does not want to be around them. they just want to bond with you and keep you safe where kindred and fae can't get to you, make up for lost time. what do you mean they're "just like your keeeper"?

i think a lot of kindred parents will leave you be, mostly brujah or gangrel, knowing you'll be safer if they keep you away from their world. provided there was no fetch to replace you, they think it's amazing enough you were found alive and well after years of being a missing person. you don't like talking about what happened in your... "durance"... fine, they'll keep the investigators off your back, too. they might not even know you're no longer human. but they are going to check on you once in a while, or keep tabs on you, or even have some of their people watch you from a distance. just to make sure.

(just don't let them catch wind of all the changeling shenanigans or huntsmen attacks on your person. that might just change their mind...)

kindred parents might believe you're safer away from their world, yes, but they can just as easily bring you into the mess of kindred society without a second thought.

not very fun being a fairest when your toreador mother insists you show your mien to impress her fellow clan mates and other kindred with your overwhelming beauty. she's always been a pageant mom, so this shouldn't surprise you. there's several layers of wrongness to this, from having your changeling identity exposed to multiple vampires to further your mother's social status to this very situation bringing back so many unpleasant memories from your durance, and it's bound to end badly.

(the toreador pageant mom could very easily be a nosferatu pageant mom, a cleopatra now living vicariously through your fae-given beauty.)

(she will realize how terrible a mistake that was when vampires start really paying attention to you. or not. who knows.)

(gifts that could easily have come from a true fae lord start pouring in. letters written in excessive passion, bouquets of bloody roses, dresses made out of human skin, all delivered by equally dazed-looking ghouls. perhaps your mother will know, then, she fucked up severely. or maybe she'll just tell you to be grateful for those wonderful gifts.)

on another hand, a nosferatu parent taking one look at their fairest child's mien and deciding "oh. no kindred can see you like. ever. stay away from toreador specifically". you don't know what a toreador is, but you'll try to heed the advice.

your ancilla mother meets your motley and proceeds to show them baby pictures of you, taken in the 1870s shortly before your abduction to Faerie. they are very well preserved and you look most proper in your little sailor outfit.

you have a beast/ogre seeming and your gangrel parent thinks you're pretty rad :) you go hunting together.

your tzimisce dad has living furniture made out of human skin, but it's nothing you haven't seen in arcadia before. he's a little disappointed by your lack of enthusiasm, and very offended when you tell him your keeper had better taste in couches. trying to evade a tzimisce dad after he's been made aware of your existence is a difficult task, and you will get caught and held captive at one point (for your safety, of course!). if there is a fetch currently living your life, they will be immediately killed or horribly tortured (read: vicissitude) for the crime of decieving the tzimisce and impersonating you, regardless of you already having decided to leave said fetch alone.

(tzimisce dad thinks you should be thankful. he dealt with the imposter. shouldn't you be happy?)

(if he’s got cash and has some land within his domain to spare, he might let you build a little home not too far from his own to give you a semblance of independence to try and settle you down. might.)

(on the other hand, you have the chance to become a really good escape artist. take your time in captivity with your tzimisce dad to practice your escaping and running away skills, after all, every good changeling needs it! you also get the bonus of reliving your childhood/teenagehood with all the sneaking out.)

(quick intermission: all of these concepts might result in low-clarity for the changeling?? i'm not too sure how clarity damage works yet.

update: it absolutely might!)

your malkavian mother thinks she's plagued with visions of her missing child, glimpses of what they might look nowadays, wherever they are. this is actually you, visiting her in her dreams through oneiromancy.

(everyone thought, back then, that it was just a scare. you wandered into the forest and for ten hours people searched for you, only to find you safe and sound, without a scratch in your body or a speck of dirt in your shoes hours later. but she knew better. she knew that wasn't really you. it haunted her for the rest of her life, and it haunts her unlife even now. she never made it to the hedge.)

you can't take your tremere parent ANYWHERE. you give in after endless nagging and take them to a goblin market, but their arrogance will get them roped into terrible deals if you don't keep your eyes on them full time. you do take this as an opportunity to show off your changeling capabilities. you're in your element.

(you also drop life-altering bits of Faerie lore at random or inappropriate times. it sends them spiraling. you just hope they won't share it with anyone...)

darkling changeling just chilling with their nosferatu dad in the sewers, sharing rats.

and that's all for today, folks.

#i put more effort into this than i should have #child in here is being used as a gender neutral term to daughter/son just to clarify #there is a lot that can be expanded upon like. how long does it take for the changeling to figure out their parent is a vampire?#how long does it take for the vampire to figure out their child is a changeling?#there is also a very real possibility of kindred trying to embrace/ghoul their changeling child not knowing how that is not going to work #we haven't even discussed court changelings.#and let's not get into changeling blood right now lmao #that's a whole can of worms we'll open at another time.#i had vtm in mind but if you want to interpret that as vtr please feel free!!#vtm #ctl #vampire the masquerade #changeling the lost #toreador #tzimisce #ventrue #gangrel #malkavian #long post.#wod #world of darkness #chronicles of darkness

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ts19009 · 8 months ago

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Hong's Anatomy: Part 3

Pediatrician surgeon! Joshua x pediatric surgeon! Female Reader

Synopsis: Coming to Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital wasn’t on your bucket list, that’s for sure, but when you meet the head of your department, Joshua Hong, it's one of the only things that constantly brightens your day.

Warnings: swearing, made up medical terms and procedures, i have no idea if any of this is medically accurate it’s just for story, flirting, smut (18+) (oral: f -receiving, penetrative sex, no protection, aftercare)

Words: 5.9k words

NOT EDITED, SO I MAY GO BACK AND EDIT LATER (teehee)

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“You what?” Rose shrieked, as you told her what happened over the weekend with Joshua. You spared her all the details, but it was still enough for a surprised reaction.

“Rose!” You hushed, “I don’t want the whole hospital to know.”

“Sorry,” she said, looking down at her tablet, trying to be discreet. “So are you and Doctor. Hong dating now?”

“I don’t know, we didn’t talk about it after getting up,” you confessed. It was true, after waking up you both ate breakfast and spent the rest of the morning talking about surgeries before he left. You probably should have talked about the status of your relationship, but it just never came up.

“Well you can now, he’s coming this way,” Rose said, briefly looking up in the direction of Joshua. You turned around to see him strutting his way over to you both with a big smile on his face.

“Doctor. L/N, Rose. Lovely day we’re having!” He exclaimed, leaning against the desk, causing you to let out a chuckle. “What?”

“Nothing, I’ve just never seen you this happy to be in on a Monday,” you answered as Joshua shrugged.

“I guess I have a reason to be happy to come in, and it just so happens to be a Monday,” he flirted, winking at you. Rose let out a laugh, while you blushed and looked around, again, to make sure no one was looking at you.

“Joshua,” you warned, “not in public!”

“What’s not in public?” Jeonghan asked, approaching the desk.

“I gotta go check in on a patient,” Rose said, looking towards you.

Shit.

She was leaving you with both the men you were potentially interested in.

“Nothing’a not in public,” you stuttered, as Jeonghan raised an eyebrow in question. “What are you down here for?”

“I have cleft palate surgery in a few minutes on room twelve,” he said, pointing behind him. It was a little boy named Miles.

“Right, good luck. Miles is really excited,” you said, as Jeonghan nodded.

“What about you too?”

“I’m in the pit. I just came up for my break.” Joshua sighed, winking at you. Jeonghan noticed the wink and looked between you too for a few seconds before turning to you.

“What about you?”

“Uhh, I’m treating a stage four lung cancer patient with Doctor Wen,” you said, looking between Joshua and Jeonghan. It was like a weird guy stand off thing going on between them. They were both looking at you.

“We haven’t worked together in a while,” Jeonghan added, “I miss your work ethic. Quick thinking, efficient, hard working. Every doctor's dream.”

“I would say that I hope we get to work with each other soon, but..” Jeonghan nodded.

“We have a surgery together tomorrow!” Joshua interrupted. Jeonghan’s eyebrows raised and you sighed and internally wanted to hit Joshua over the head.

“Well, I have to go to surgery here pretty soon,” Jeonghan chuckled, “lovely to see you again Y/n,” he smiled at you before side eyeing Joshua and giving him a curt nod. “Doctor. Hong.”

As soon as Joshua turned the corner you hit his shoulder. “What the hell was that?” You exclaim, as he holds his shoulder.

“Ow!”

“I told you, not in public,” you sighed, “that was very so in public.”

“I’m sorry, I just couldn’t help it. Plus Jeonghan is attracted to you,” Joshua whispered, “he wanted to set up another date. He told me yesterday. I just don’t know where we stand right now.”

“We can talk about where we stand after work okay? Let’s meet at Joe’s.” Joshua nodded before Rose called you to a code blue. Joshua quickly followed you to the room where Joy, your stage four lung cancer patient, was crashing.

“Push 1 milligram of Epinephrine, start compressions and get a crash cart!” Joshua ordered as you started compressions.

“The chemotherapy must have weakened his heart more than we had realized,” you told Joshua, backing off as he charged the paddles to 200.

“Clear!” Nothing. “250. Clear”

“We got him, page Doctor Wen and let's get to the OR,” you ordered Jake as he nodded.

“Do you want me to come with you?” Joshua asked, as you shook your head.

“No, you gotta go down to the pit. Finish your lunch, I’ll tell you how it goes tonight,” you promised as Joshua nodded and gave your hand a little squeeze before leaving.

“Are we ready to kick cancer's ass?” Jun asked, walking into the scrub room, you nodded but didn’t say anything. “I heard that Joshua helped save him.”

“He did,” you simply said, Jun kept washing his hands. You both kept washing your hands in not quite comfortable silence, but not awkward silence.

“He always talks about how much he enjoys working with you,” he says, turning off the tap, “I don’t know what’s going on between you too, but he talks with us a lot and he really likes you. He was excited to see you at Jeonghan’s party.”

If Jun only knew what happened after Jeonghan’s party.

“I like working with him too, but it’s a little bit more complicated than a normal situation Jun,” you said, also turning off the tap and following him into the OR. “He’s my boss.”

“It doesn’t have to be complicated if you don’t want it to be. It’s not like either of you have a kid,” he said, as the nurses were scrubbing you both.

“Yeah, but what if we get into an argument at home and then have to come to work. That messes up your communication, which can cause a patient a life,” you explain.

“That’s what we’re here for,” he says, placing a hand on your shoulder, “you’re not in this alone. Everyone supports you, even Jeonghan.”

You were surprised to hear that Jeonghan was supportive of you and Joshua. Joshua said that he was giving the opposite impression.

“I know it may seem like he doesn’t. But he’s an adult, and if you don’t choose him he’ll be okay,” Jun said, as Rose handed him a scalpel. “Now, let’s get this cancer under control so that this little boy can go home.”

You started with monitoring his heart and making sure that it was strong enough to take the surgery before starting dissecting the cancer. Joey had about thirty tumors everywhere over and in his lung. Jun was the best thoracic surgeon, but Joey was only seven years old. His lungs were small, so you had to be extra careful not to make the wrong cut.

“Lap pads,” Jun said, as Green handed him some lap pads. “So are you going to talk to Joshua?” You looked up from your patient to look at Jun. He hadn’t looked up yet, but did when you started looking at him.

“What do you mean?”

“Come on Y/N. You’ve both been beating around this bush since you’ve gotten here. He’s waiting for you to give him the signal.”

‘I’ve given him plenty of signals Jun,” you sighed, “it’s been a month since I’ve been here. I’m still trying to get to know him.” You took off another tumor.

“You see him everyday Y/N. Work with him almost everyday, what do you not know about him?” Jun asked, taking another tumor off as you sighed and put your scalpel down to look up at him again.

“I don’t know. What is his favorite food? What’s his favorite color?” You said, as Jun stopped dissecting and put down his scalpel for a second.

“Just talk to him Y/N. Please,” he pleaded. You sighed, but nodded. You didn’t have to tell him that you were planning on talking to him after work. Not everything should be your friend's business.

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“How was the surgery?” Jeonghan asked, as you came out of the OR with Jun behind you.

“It was good, we managed to get all his tumors out. Now he just has to do a few weeks of chemo,” you smiled, leaning against the wall and took a deep breath as Jeonghan stood in front of you and handed you a cup of coffee.

“That’s amazing, congratulations,” he smiled. “Do you want to go on a not date after work? There's a diner by my new place that I haven’t tried yet and was too scared to go alone if the food sucks.”

You winced and took the cup out of his hands before taking a sip, “I would, but.. I’m meeting with Joshua after work. We really need to talk about…” you trailed off as Jeonghan nodded.

“Ahh of course, don’t worry about it,” he smiled.

“Really?”

“Yeah, we can go another time. It’s not closing tomorrow,” he said, taking your hand and pressing a kiss to the back of it. “It does look like I need to step up my game a little bit more though.”

You blushed and chuckled before looking over his shoulder to see Joshua standing in the middle of the hallway watching the entire interaction happen.

“Joshua!” You exclaimed, as Jeonghan dropped your hand and spun around. You tried to move around Jeonghan to get to him, but it was too late, Joshua was already walking away. You followed him down the hall a little ways before Rose stopped you by calling your name.

“Doctor Y/N, it’s Joey!”

Joey’s monitor was beeping like crazy and you check his monitor.

“BP 80/90!”

“Get a ventilation tube!” You ordered, “and page Doctor. Wen!”

Rose nodded and handed you the tube as you opened Joey’s mouth and started ventilating him. By the time you got the tube down his throat and the monitor started steadying out Doctor. Jun had run from the pit.

“What happened?” He said, taking the stethoscope off his chest and putting it up against his chest.

“I think his lungs are collapsing.” Jun nodded and looked at his chart.

“I need a chest tube!” Rose handed him one and a scalpel and he moved quickly to make an inspection and place the tube between the ribs into the space around the lungs to help drain the air and allow the lung to expand.

“Is he going to be okay?” Joey’s older sister asked, from outside the room.

“His stats are looking better already. He’s going to be under for another day or two, but once his lung re-expands we’ll take a look at what to do next,” you explained, as she nodded and called her parents.

“This poor kid, weak lungs, weak heart. Let’s hope nothing else craps out on him,” Jun says, taking off his gloves and throwing them in the trash. You scoffed, but nodded.

“How did we not see the signs of it collapsing?” You asked, as Jun shrugged.

“I don’t know. I double checked to make sure there were no holes and that the arteries were clear, I guess. I must have ticked it when closing up.”

“I’m going to go take a nap in the on-call room. Call me if anything changes,” you said to both Rose and Jun as they both nodded and started talking to each other about next steps for Joey.

When you got to the on-call room you opened it to see Joshua lying there, not asleep yet, but his eyes were closed. He quickly jumped up when you closed the door on him, but scoffed and went to lay back down.

You didn’t say anything, but you went to the bed and straddled him. Joshua’s eyes darted open in surprise, but didn’t say anything and put his hands on your hips and nodded. You both didn’t need to say anything, it was a long, shitty day for both of you.

You also nodded and leaned down to start kissing him as he squeezed your hips. You sighed into the kiss and pulled away a few seconds later to take off your scrub top and throw it across the room. You were wearing a black push up bra and panty set, and you could tell that Joshua was digging it. He smiled and went to push his shirt off as well. You both moved quickly to take off all of your clothes and went back to passionately kissing each other. Only letting out quiet moans once in a while to not give yourself away.

“I never thought I’d be the guy to have sex at work,” Joshua sighed, as you moved to start kissing his neck, “another thing I’m not opposed to.” You groaned, and looked up at him to see him smirking, before he cupped your cheek and led your face to his to kiss again. You slid his underwear down his legs and then took yours completely off before looking back to him. He was panting and looking up at you with hooded sleepy eyes.

All of a sudden you had a great idea. You took your panties in your hand the same time that you lined his cock to your core and started sliding down on him. Before he could let out a moan you put your wet panties in his mouth to muffle them. Joshua’s eyes opened when he felt the fabric hit his lips and moaned again at both the taste of yourself on the panties and when you fully sat yourself all the way down on him.

He squeezed your hip harder. He didn’t want to leave bruises, but you were so hot and felt so good that he couldn’t give a shit. Once he was fully inside you, you moved your hips a little bit to get yourself used to him before you started rising up and dropping yourself down on him again and then moving your hips back and forth.

Joshua threw his head back as soon as you dropped on him the first time and moved one of his hands to grope your breast over your bra. He took one strap and pulled it down so that one of your breasts was spilling out of it and started massaging it and pinching the nipple. You gasped at the contact with your sensitive nipple and threw your head back as well.

You kept moving up and down until Joshua grabbed you and flipped you onto your back and lifted one leg around his hips to keep pounding into you at a new angle. You were getting close.

“M’ close,” you moaned, as Joshua nodded.

“Me too baby,” he said, kissing you again and started moving faster and used the other hand that wasn’t holding your leg to rub your clit to bring you over the edge. When you did climax you squeezed down on him hard enough to make him cum as well. You both continued kissing for a few more minutes before he eventually pulled away and out of you.

You hissed at the loss of contact but Joshua quickly grabbed a few tissues and wiped your legs before plopping himself on top of you. You groaned at the impact but wrapped your arms around him. You liked the closeness and wanted a few more minutes of peace with him before you had to start talking.

“Do you like me?” You asked, as Joshua chuckled. His chest vibrating against yours.

“Of course I like you babe. We’ve slept with each other twice in three days,” he said, lifting his head from your shoulder to look you in the face. “Why?”

“It was something Jun said today in surgery,” you said.

“He said something?”

“Nothing bad,” you reassured, “he said that you were waiting for a signal.” Joshua went still on top of you and looked you in the eyes.

“He told you that?” He asked, as you nodded and pushed some hair from his face.

“This is my signal,” you whispered. Joshua smiled and took your hand, pressing a kiss to it before kissing you slowly.

“If I haven’t made it obvious. I really, really like you,” he said in between kisses, “and I want you to be my girlfriend.”

You smiled, but before you could say anything, Joshua’s pager started going off. It was right beside the bed, so he easily grabbed it.

“Shit,” he muttered, sitting up and started gathering his clothes.

“What’s going on?” You asked, propping yourself up on your elbows to watch him.

“It’s my patient from the pit, he’s code blue,” he said, putting on his shirt. “I’ll see you after work,” he smiled quickly, before rushing out of the room leaving you naked and alone.

After your little nap, you still had some time to kill. So you went your way to Jeonghan’s office. You wanted to be Joshua’s girlfriend and you couldn’t accept with Jeonghan still pursuing you. You needed to put an end to the flirting.

“Is Doctor Yoon still in surgery?” You asked one of the nurses. She shook her head no, and pointed to an office.

Jeonghan’s office.

You nodded and thanked her before making your way over and knocking on the door.

“Come in!” He exclaimed. As you opened the door he looked up from his computer and smiled. “Hey, come in,” he said, gesturing his head for you to sit in a chair across from him. You hesitated but sat down. “You look nervous, what’s up?” He asked, folding his hands and putting them under his chin.

“Joshua asked me to be his girlfriend,” you blurted out. Jeonghan’s eyebrows shot up and his mouth parted a little.

“Oh. Congratulations,” he said.

“That’s the thing. I didn’t answer him because I know that even though I like him, I also like you. And I didn’t want to say yes to him when you were still flirting with me,” you confessed.

“You wanted to come here to tell me to stop flirting with you?” He asked, as you stayed silent for a moment.

“Yes,” you answered, “I really do like you, but…” you said, but Jeonghan interrupted you.

“I’m not him?” He asked, a painful smile across his face as you nodded.

“I didn’t mean to lead you on, but…”

“It’s okay Y/N. I understand. Can we still be friends?” He asked, standing up. You smiled and stood up as well before nodding.

“I’d love to still be friends,” you exclaimed, as Jeonghan spread his arms out for a hug. You smiled and walked around his desk to give him a hug. “You know Jun told me that if I choose Joshua that you’d be okay.”

“Jun, Joshua and I have been friends for the longest. We went to kindergarten together. That’s why he’s the Joshua and Jeonghan whisperer,” he chuckled, “and he’s right. I’m gonna be okay. It hurts, but I’m gonna be okay.”

You nodded before your pager went off. “I’m sorry,” Jeonghan nodded and stepped back a bit.

“Of course, I’ll see you later,” he smiled as you nodded and went to the pit where you were paged. It hurt walking away from Jeonghan like this. Some part of you knew that your relationship would change, but maybe change for the better.

“What’s going on?” You asked, running into the ER to see a little girl being lifted out of the ambulance.

“Bella, five years old. Fell off a three story ladder, broke her entire left side. Arms, legs, ribs, collarbone, everything, she's also concussed,” Heesung said, as you both wheeled her into the pit.

“What the hell was she doing up a three story ladder?” You asked, looking back to see her parents getting out of the ambulance.

“This was at school, Bella sneaked away and climbed up it. Her parents were the one that watched her fall off the ladder,” he said as you sighed. Bella’s mother was sobbing while her father was talking to the other ambulance driver.

“Book an OR and call Doctor Chwe!” You ordered.

“Already here,” he said, coming to the other side of the gurney. “We’re gonna have to operate multiple times at once. I can do the arms and legs, can you do her ribs?” You nodded.

“Let’s go people!” You hollered, wheeling Bella into the elevator. As soon as you got her into the OR. You immediately started working. Vernon started on her leg to make sure it wouldn’t lose blood circulation and functionality while you started cleaning up her ribs.

“It’s a mess down here!” Vernon sighed, “everything is broken into a million pieces, even her toes.”

“Her rib looks pretty nasty as well,” you sighed as well, “it’s not fully grown so we can’t just let it heal on it’s own. I’m gonna have to screw them in place to make sure that they don’t grow out of place and puncture anything.” Vernon nodded and took a second to think about what to do.

“I’m gonna be down here for a while. When you’re done could you start on her upper side?”

“Yeah,” you sighed, “it’s gonna be a long day.”

You spent the next hour placing titanium rods in place to stabilize the brake before moving up to the arm. Her shoulder, elbow, wrist, collarbone, and fingers. You then spent the next two hours alone, then two more with Vernon fixing everything.

“Shit,” you said. It was your last operation on her hand and three out of the five fingers were losing color.

“What’s going on? I thought her arteries were still intact?” Vernon asked, moving around to try and get a better visual of her hand.

“Oh no, there’s a cut in this artery, it’s bleeding out,” you said, “Jonah suction on the site right now.” Jonah nodded and put the tube right on the spot.

“Her other fingers are blue now too,” Vernon exclaimed, “we’re going to have to amputate.”

“Amputate?” You exclaimed, “we can’t fix the cut, or save her hand?”

“No, even if we do ‘save’ the hand, I doubt she’ll get any functionality back, his nerves are also severed,” he said, pointing to a nicked vein.

“Shit, we should have operated on this first,” you exclaimed.

“No, if I hadn’t operated on her leg, she would have lost it as well,” Vernon reassured, “and if you didn’t fix her rib, her lung would have been punctured. Remember?”

You nodded and sighed, before getting out the saw and handing it to Vernon.

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“So how did your patient turn out? The one that interrupted us in the on-call room?” You asked Joshua as he sighed.

“He’s alive, cracked his skull open. The page was because he was having a seizure. We had to operate again, but he’s alive.”

“That’s good,” you said, running a hand over his shoulder, “that’s really good.”

Joshua nodded before taking a sip of his whiskey, “what about you? I heard you had a pit experience as well?”

“This little girl fell off a three story ladder. Broke the entire left side of her body, we had everything fixed, except her hand. We didn’t notice the debris had nicked a vein. We had to amputate.”

Joshua winced, and turned towards you fully, “that’s always hard.” He watched you, take a sip out of your drink.

“Can we talk about something else?” You asked, as he nodded. You both stayed silent for a moment, you both knew what you were going to talk about.

“You never answered my question earlier,” he smiled, taking your hand in his, “I’m not leaving this bar without an answer.”

“I’d love to be your girlfriend Joshua Hong,” you smiled back before throwing your arms around his neck and kissing him.

Joe let out a holler and raised his hands, “finally! A round of drinks for everyone!” You broke away from the kiss to laugh at Joe, you won’t turn down a free drink. “To Doctor L/N! For taking this loser off my hands!”

“To Doctor L/N!” Joshua chuckled, raising his glass, “my girlfriend,” he admired you, grabbing you by the shoulders and dipping you into a passionate kiss, almost spilling your drink all over the table.

“Joshua!” You chuckled.

“It’s okay, we’ll just get another FREE drink from Joe,” he winked before kissing you again, earning another bout of holler. After another round of drinks from Joe, Joshua looked at his watch. It was past midnight and you both had work tomorrow. “Do you want to come back to my place baby?”

You nodded, not quite sure what his intentions were, but you weren't’ complaining if he did have any ideas. Joshua called an uber to take you back to his house. You didn’t talk a lot waiting for the taxi or on the drive back, you were too occupied with sucking each other's faces off.

Joshua tipped and rated the uber driver really well.

“Baby,” Joshua moaned, “we both have work in the morning.”

“I know, but I’m horny,” you whined, “do you not want to fuck me?” You asked, tilting your head pushing your bottom lip out in a pout.

“No no no, I never said that. I’m just saying that…” he said, before stopping because you were pressing kisses down his neck. “Alright, but we gotta be quick.” You nodded and started pulling off your shirt as Joshua started pulling his off as well. You took a quick second to look around Joshua’s penthouse. It was a pretty modern bachelor's pad, but before you could look more Joshua was pulling your pants down and grabbing your hand, leading you up a set of stairs to his bedroom.

“Your apartment is so bland,” you joked as Joshua pressed you up against the hallway wall to continue kissing your neck and collarbones.

“I bought it like this,” he said in between kisses, “my mom said that it lacks a woman’s touch.”

“You haven’t touched- ahh, any of it?” You asked, in between another moan.

“NoPE,” he said, popping the p before attaching his lips to a nipple. “I haven’t had any form of girlfriend since college and I always visit my mom, so she’s never been here before.”

“You’re really talking about your mom when I’m basically naked right now?” Joshua let go of your chest to look you in the eye and raise his eyebrow. “I’ll shut up, keep going,” you said, pushing his head back down.

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“Can we call in?” You asked, rolling over in bed and reaching to cup Joshua’s cheek. He had just woken up from your basically all nighter. You in fact did not take work into consideration.

“No, we can not call in because we had too much fun last night. I warned you,” he chuckled sitting up to cup your cheek this time as you pouted.

“I hate that you're right,” you groaned, throwing your head back as he got out of bed. “I should really have some clothes in here if we’re dating now.”

“I’m still not used to that. I’m your boyfriend. You’re my girlfriend. We’re dating,” he smiled, “we had sex while dating.” You chuckled and rolled your eyes as he handed you your underwear

“We did.” Joshua smiled and watched you put on your underwear. “I can’t go to work in these clothes.” Joshua smiled and took your hand, guiding you into his closet. Of course he had a walk in-closet. He did live in a penthouse in seattle.

“I forgot that you’re a rich hot shot doctor,” you both chuckle as he hands you a designer dress shirt. “Do you think this is gonna look weird though? Us showing up together?”

“No, we’re dating babe,” Joshua smiled, “unless you don’t want to tell people yet?” You weren’t exactly sure what you wanted yet. Everything moved fairly quickly.

“I don’t not want to tell people. Why don’t we not tell others, but we can still act like a couple, let people talk about it. That’s what the nurses love,” you suggest. Joshua nods and hands you a pair of shorts.

“I can work with that,” he smiled.

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“Doctor Xu, what’s going on?” You asked, walking into the pit. It was the end of the day, and you were about to go home, when you got the page.

“Broken spinal cord, fell down a flight of stairs,” he said referring to the teenage girl on the gurney. “We gotta get her into surgery for both a spinal cord surgery and to treat her vertigo.”

You nodded and started pushing the gurney down the hall to the elevator, “call Doctor. Jeon, we’re gonna need another neurosurgeon.”

By the time that you got to the OR Wonwoo was already scrubbing up. “Both of us being here isn’t a good sign,” he sighed as you came next to him to start washing your hands.

“I know, but Minghao said that there wasn’t enough time and that we needed to do both at the same time,” he nodded and looked up at the nurses prepping the girl. “Tell me about her?”

“I don’t know much. She’s sixteen and she fell down a cliff due to her vertigo. Landed on her back, cracked her skull, ruined her spinal cord,” you listed, “Minghao said that the chances of her walking, let alone living, are pretty slim.”

“There’s a reason that the best of the best are here though,” he smiled, turning off the tap and pushing the door to the OR open and getting gowned up. Minghao came up and started washing his hands as well, as you sighed and looked at him. He looked nervous, hell, you were nervous.

When you were finished, you gowned up and waited for Minghao, who was only two minutes behind you.

“I’ll start on the spinal cord if you want to work with her vertigo,” Wonwoo nodded, “I have to be able to do this alone. Are you good to work with Doctor. Jeon?”

You nodded and took a sigh. The surgery was called Microvascular Decompression. You were to remove a small piece of bone behind the ear and cut the vestibular nerve, then Minghao would immediately start on repairing the fractured spinal cord. It wasn’t right at the same time, but time in between would be almost nothing. This was the safest way to do it without opening her up for a long amount of time and risking infection.

You all got to work quickly, but that doesn’t mean that the surgery was quick and by the time that it was time for Minghao to take over it was almost the end of your shift. You’ve been in surgery for three hours and haven’t seen Joshua at all today. You were gonna stay over time to make sure that the patient came out alive, but Mingaho had a good five hour surgery ahead of him. This was gonna be a long day and you had started cramping really bad.

Wonwoo had left after his portion of the surgery was done, it was just you and Minghao left to finish, when the monitor started going off.

“What’s happening?” You asked, as Minghao’s eyes widened and he stopped moving.

“She has a dural tear,” he muttered, “shit. The tear is causing an infection, we need to repair the tear.” You nodded and looked towards Rose.

“Let’s get a bone graft!” Rose nodded and before you knew it, you were reconstructing the dura with a bone graft. Thank god for Minghao, who stayed calm during the whole surgery, you however were tired, in pain, and running on very little sleep.

“Doctor L/N?” Minghao asked, as you stepped back from the table and blinked a few times, your vision was going in and out and your head started spinning. “Y/N?”

Before you could respond you stumbled back and hit Jake. He stumbled back a bit but caught you before you could hit the ground. “Shit! Y/N?” Jake yelled, as you groaned and started clutching your stomach.

“My stomach,” you groaned, clutching it, fading in and out of consciousness.

“Call Doctor Kim and Doctor Hong,” Minghao said, looking up from the patient, he couldn’t leave the surgery yet, but he could help from a distance. The other nurses nodded while Jake lied you down on the ground and turned you to your side to make sure you didn’t choke if you did fully pass out. You were still mumbling in-audible words, but they were quick to get a bed outside the OR.

All the sudden you were being lifted bridal style and placed into a hospital bed. You opened your eyes to see Joshua and Mingyu pushing you down the hall. “Joshua?” You groaned.

“We’re taking you up from an ultrasound,” he said, as you were wheeled into the elevator. He took your hand and held it as you winced from the pain. “Can you tell me about your pain?”

“It feels like a cramping pain, but all over my mid section,” you groaned, “plus, I never get cramps.”

“I’ll call Jihyo once we get out,” Mingyu said, as Joshua nodded. There wasn't anything he could do anymore.

“Thanks Gyu,” you gently smiled at him. As soon as you got to the pit, Joshua was able to start up the ultrasound before Jihyo came in.

“Y/N? What’s going on honey?” She asked, putting on a fresh pair of gloves and taking over the ultrasound from Joshua.

“I don’t know, I was in surgery when the pain started and it just kept getting worse,” you said. She nodded and kept moving the probe around until she found what she was looking for.

“That!” She exclaimed, pointing at the screen.

“A cyst?” You asked, as she nodded.

“Looks like quite a few cysts. These weren’t bothering you before?” You shook your head, “there's almost a dozen. Poor girl, no wonder why you were in pain. I’m gonna book you an OR right now and we'll take care of these.”

“Right now?” Joshua asked, as she nodded.

“They’re not causing any damage to your ovaries or anything, but they’re not helping you and you’re in pain,” she explained as Joshua nodded. You were starting to feel a little bit better, since they gave you some painkillers, so you weren’t wincing in pain anymore. “Sit tight and someone will take you up within the hour.”

Once Jihyo was gone it was just Joshua and you.

“I can’t believe no one has caught all the cysts. I get checked up often,” you say, reaching out for Joshua’s hand. He smiled and took it, pressing a kiss to your palm.

“Heard you had quite the surgery?” You heard from the door, you looked towards the door to see Jeonghan standing there, a bouquet of flowers in hand.

“Yeah, almost took out Jake,” you chuckled, pulling your hand from Joshua’s. You didn’t want to rub your relationship in Jeonghan’s face. Joshua cleared his throat and took the flowers from Jeonghan. “They’re beautiful, thank you.”

“They only had one kind in the gift shop,” he chuckled, “I don’t really have much time to talk, but I wanted to see you before your surgery and make sure you’re all okay. You gave everyone quite the scare.”

“Thank you Han,” you smiled, “will you make sure Joshua doesn’t lose his mind when I’m in surgery?” Jeonghan chuckled and nodded before leaving you and Joshua alone again.

“I don’t need him to keep me company,” Joshua scolded.

“I know, but I don’t want you to have any hard feelings towards each other over what happened. I’d never live it down if you stopped being best friends.” Joshua sighed, he wasn’t mad at Jeonghan for flirting with you, and it was true. This wasn’t the first time they both pursued the same woman. Last time Jeonghan won, but he was hoping that he would be the ultimate winner.

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A/N: Hello all! I was pondering the idea of Jeonghan's story line, and don't worry, he's still going to be a big part of the story later down the line. It just wasn't his time quite yet. Hope you all enjoy this chapter! There was so many medical procedures I had to look up for this XD

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teamrv · 2 months ago

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well, i wanted to write down something to wrap up the 2024 season. idk if anyone will be interested, but i'm so so emotional at the moment and i need to write it down so i can read it in the future.

first let me talk about the thing i'm most emotional about: franco's debut and his nine races. man!! what an unexpected gift :') as an argentinian who watched f1 previously to his debut, i'm extremely grateful for him <3 he made the races even more exciting and now, i understand how people with representation in f1 feel when watching it.

honestly, it still feels surreal - the moment i went to williams' instagram profile because an f1 argie jounalist (adrian puente <3) posted "williams will realease something in a few minutes". i was shaking the moment i saw the familiar face while everyone on the comments were "who? who?" i'm glady now everybody knows your name, you deserve it fran.

i remember everyone on twitter was trying to keep everyone's expectation very low - saying that "finishing the race is the goal". then at his first race, he gained 6 positions and ended p12 just a few seconds behind alex and i was SHOCKED honestly, but i was like well it's monza i guess. then in baku, he showed his potencial and his speed. he is a fcking machine!!! i'll never forget how hard i cheered when he got close to nico and into the points positions. the singapore "divebomb"!!! please, he is a beast. three gps and he was ready to do that ?? wtf. alex sadly dnfed for the first time during his races with him and he ended the race, and even checo complimented him during it. now i knew that what we argentinians saw on him wasn't biased by our patriotism and his charm - he is TALENTED AND FAST!! mexico was complicated for williams, but he still went out and did his best, he fought with mclarens and mercedes, he overtook lawson and he went home with a well deserved p12 (a his first penalty lmao what a joke) - austin was also made so happy and he deserved it so much.

brasil and las vegas were rough, but necessarry i guess, he is talented and he has potential, but these things should happen to lift some weight from his shoulders. i was depressed honestly, but well, it's part of the journey even if the timing was not perfect. even though, i don't want to forget the CHILLS when he overtook hamilton on brasil and the crowd went WILD :')

qatar (nico whyyyyyy?? :( ) and abu dhabi (piastri whyyy + the car was held with hopes and dreams) are just bad luck ig.

everyone knows franco deserves to stay - it's sad that he will (probably) be on the sidelines serving face at the williams garage, but he's so so talented and i genuinely think that he's made for f1, he got everything to succeed.

thanks williams for making his dreams come true <3

(gaetan you're a star over here in argentina!! we love you even if sometimes the team didn't make the right calls lmao)

also i'm so happy alex albon was his teammate during this first experience in f1 because he is one of the best teammates that he could have gotten <3333

also a big shout out to everyone on the grid who talked with him (especially you lando norris, you got himself a new ship) and everyone on the grid that complimented him (thank you checo!!) <333

franco now everybody knows your name and you've made us proud! please never stop trying to make albon drink sour mate lmao or mentioning boca juniors or bizarrap!! we love u <3

he did make us proud <3

#franco colapinto #f1 #alex albon #mine

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spicy take incoming but i kinda wish ppl werent so desperately attached to and protective of this moniker of Great Big Brother 100% Perfect So True And Real when it comes to childe bc honestly. he really isnt (perfect or even that good at times) and to me acknowledging the ways both he and his family (for enabling him) are in some ways kinda just. doing teucer incredibly dirty in the long term but only with the best of intentions in the short term is so much more interesting than just pretending hes a flawless brother?? like it only adds to the drama and irony of it all man like theyre rly so dysfunctional as a family unit its great. even if hoyos likely never exploring that shit in its true depth it still lives rent free in my head for sure lol

like. you rly dont have to turn ajax into some sort of unfeeling uncaring monster of a shit brother to acknowledge that he does, in fact, repeatedly make incredibly reckless and selfish choices during his SQ with teucer and in general by choosing to obstruct the truth of who he is from lil bro so completely?

like this stuff can be nuanced and coexist with his absolutely 100% genuine commitment to protecting teucers bubble of a worldview (and w the theme of childlike dreams and wishes being so prevalent in general who knows what could be cooking w that one in particular) and his loyalty and love for his family without just having to whitewash the dumb shit he does lmao

like just bc hes capable of and willing to face the potentially grave repercussions of absolute bangers (🙄🙄) like teaching an actual fucking child to consider ruin machines fun besties and 100% insta ready to fuck himself up by protecting teucer at the cost of aggravating his still-unhealed injuries from the liyue AQ when dottores abandoned lab turns out to be more lively than expected doesnt. make that choice not a very irresponsible one yall im begging 💀

like. hes the adult here . the entire situation unfolding as dangerously as it does in the factory is Absolutely all on HIM for not being able and/or willing to disappoint teucer by just . Doing the mature thing and sending him away to safety because HES gotten too attached to this idea of being his lil siblings' loyal knight and perfect brother that Always finds a way to surpass the expectations no matter the cost its a role HE wants to keep playing despite the risk

like its So obviously a pride thing for him too and thats so fucking interesting because Of how flawed and questionable the logic is!! like yes he truly cares about teucer and ensuring he has a great unforgettable time during this impromptu escapade in liyue like thats not up to debate but the point im trying to make is that the choices he makes are Still very much intertwined with his ego and overconfidence and not really based all that much on Whats Actually The Best Approach Here. he improvises a way to give teucer the best mr cyclops outing he has ever seen bc HE wants to be the one offering him that experience and ends up biting off a bit more than he can chew and he can only blame himself for that one and This Isnt Fucking Sustainable

like i dont think that makes him evil but i do think it showcases his arrogance and flaws in a very concrete way and is a part of why calling him a perfect brother or at least one without an asterix just. rubs me off wrong lmao

like idk feel free to keep calling him that if its important to u and all if u want idc (and i do to some extent get why this defensive narrative of insisting hes great no issues at all emerged bc i remember 1.1 some ppl acting like hes childcare satan for how he treats teucer lol) but. at least like . Be willing to chip in to fund the therapy teucers going to need for those lifelong trust issues in the future man 💀

Bc Thats The Other Thing. now tonia and anthon i dont consider a part of this bc at least they Know hes in the fatui and hiding the gory details of ur harbinger job from ur baby sibs is like. fair enough and reasonable. but. crafting an Entire different AU version of yourself and feeding it to your baby brother as what constitutes actual reality surely is a choice of all times like ajax ily but genuinely . What the fuck if you were real id throttle you

AND HIS FAMILY ENABLING IT THE ENTIRE TIME ITS CRAZY LIKE. As a person with multiple siblings both older n younger with some similar age gap cohorts involved. God id snitch so fucking fast i dont think ppl rly stop and think much abt how objectively horrifying this shit is from teucers long term pov 😭 in the best way obviously given its fiction like its so scrumptiously awful and dysfunctional .

(& just in general man im just so obsessed with the way ajax 14 basically broke the eggshell of his past life and emerged to rise towards his destiny drowned in the guts and gore of the place and people and community he once called home unconditionally. Bro he fucked that town UP and now his family relations will never ever be the same its so fucking Delicious. those 3 days missing and what followed are just Actually a literal fucking horror movie when you stop blindly stanning our ginger menace, forget ajax' side and take the pov of his family and morepesok in general Why Are People Not Talking About This)

like. its not that i dont understand Why this is sth childe ended up doing as i said Thats The Point. its human. teucer is the only one in the family who wasnt there during that fateful 3 days/months . Like yea anthon and tonia were prolly sheltered from most of the carnage back then too but they still Know where he was sent when he became literally uncontrollable and almost killed the neighbors (everybody & their mom loves demonizing his parents as if his demon spawn ass left them a fucking choice JFEJSJSJSKDKS) . like its at least Known.

but then theres teucer.

And like. teucers the Only one with whom ajax can even pretend to have that delusion (ha) of normalcy and a family that hasnt seen him gaze into the abyss and stare back bloodied and grinning ear to ear . like. hes the only shot childe can have at even playacting some crude imitation of normalcy before Everything and even That comes with an expiration date hes fully aware of. so theres just lies after lies after lies and the fact that even his family just. if not actively partaking in the charade then at least silently allows the entirety of it to happen to teucer whos the Only fucking one out of the loop is just..... dude its not fair on him At All

Misleading teucer THIS much is just. its fucking horrible man but i GET it. thats why its so delicious man i GET it but god its just . imagine being teucer in this situation.... thats his entire fucking World shattered once the truth comes out. Everyone close to him has been lying to him his entire time. They all knew and they let him be misled. Like sure he might be happier Now with ajax dutifully protecting that childhood dream of his but after that. Just. sit on this for a bit. after everything do we Really think teucers just going to understand why it came to be and see it as worth it???? Will he really????

yet at the same time as awfully cruel it all is its just So human!!!!! Its so human of both ajax and his family to use the innocence of the only child that was spared the aftermath of worlds best/worst 3 month abyss training camp to indulge in this flawed false reality where their third son didnt walk into the void and come back hungry for More until only the fatui could take him and even then it only spurred him on further on that path. Like its all an act and a lie and its just. Not fucking fair on teucer but hes still doing it and theyre letting him even tho they Know it wont last theyre all looking teucer in the eye every day and letting him believe like man....

like in both the entire ruin factory sequence And in general hiding the truth from teucer as extensively as childe does hes being incredibly selfish but at the same time its selfishness only rly in the way all people are when it comes to Wanting to be seen a certain way by the ones they love and care about. and thats what makes it so interesting. bc as much as the choices he makes are dubious (or like. this decision makes sense to him. a morally bisexual total omnivore ethics-wise narwhalpilled since 14 who sees exclusively in abyss shrimp colors and acts accordingly) both they and the motivations behind them are also just. So very human ones . as terrible as the implications and eventual inevitable downfall of those choices can (will) be.

like. is it not that much more fascinating to consider all the ways that childe is neither a particularly exemplary nor an egregiously bad brother just one that. Happens to be wired weird in the head and proud and flawed and with a track record of heavily suspect decision-making but that also very much genuinely loves his family man. Like i can love that about him without dismissing the fact that theres parts to how hes treating teucer that 100% can and imo rly should backfire horrifically bc. It really just is that fucked up

hes not a good brother hes Worse AMD better than that and also not alone in this like. his family is an active fucking part of this . But like still . Is he trying his best with his abyss shrimp colored vision ? Yes. Is his love genuine? Absolutely. What are the marks? 3/10 meet me in the office after class mister youre just actually horrible (affectionate) 😭

A perfect brother? Not My Ajax man 🗣🗣 and like theres SO MUCH to explore in that it makes me so sad you just. Never see any of it p much in fanworks bc we all just call him best bro and whatever and thats that like its so sad. this family is terrible horrible awful and no good and they deserve it but also didnt deserve it it was misfortune it was fate it was inevitable . justice for teucer man i need to get him in therapy asap

#tonia will call him a perfect brother and ppl take it at face value is so.#dude NOBODY in that fuckimg family is in the place to say jack shit abt whats healthy familial dynamics n whats not #now like. do i know that theyll most likely never Truly let ajax experience teucers righteous rage at the betrayal #and instead brush it off where hes like youre still my brother i love u #Yes. unfortunately. but god he doesnt fucking deserve any of that like he SHOULD lose teucer forever #teucer should go full scorched earth no contact the entire family like its r/relationship_advice addressing mild drama #and theyd all deserve it. even as i understand Why they did this.and sympathize with it .#this is why he and the narwhal deserve each other btw hes just kimda fucking terrible sometimes #yes i had to make this about them too #genshin #rambles #childeposting

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grigori77 · 2 months ago

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Critical Role, Campaign 3 Episode 115

Sing? Really? Oh gods ... wait ... oh no ... really, he is THE LAST PERSON who should have one of these things ... oh yeah, give it to Robbie ... YEAH, that's moe like it ... no, give it back, Samuel! Yes. That's better ... by the gods this is a mad skit and I'm not surprised Marisha's got gigantic giggles ... XD ... oh my ... SHE'S gettign a go? The one cast member who CAN'T sing? Interesting ... LOL

MattL "We're professionals!" Yes .. you are ...

Wait ... what's going on with Ashley and Marisha? Is that a bit for Matt's plug? It's a bit random since they're both OFFSCREEN for it ...

Der Katzenprinz? Awwwwwwwwww ... it's real! :3

Back with Bells Hell and the Mighty Nein, then ... so we're reeling things back an hour or two ... which is about right ... "dicks out?" Really?

Fjord's sensitive nipples ... that's adorable. He's the most feared pirate in allf Exandria, folks! XD

Less illusions, more projections ... yeah, exactly, Imogen. Oh yeah ... Snowcone Ludinus, yeah ...

The confusion begins ... oh yeah, I've been looking forward to more of this ... LOL ... meanwhile Matt's just enjoying sitting back and WATCHING ...

Ah yes, where DO the Nein stand on the subject of the gods?

"Trent Ikithon"? Don't invoke that name, Fjord! Don't trigger the Dirt Wizard!

Caduceus: "So you're feeling confident because you've fought two snowmen?"

Just make Fearne an egg already, Chet!

A Message to Ludinus? I mean honestly, one of Jester's Messages would probably be a major headache for him, so I could actually get behind that idea ... XD

Rashinna! Hi! She's here, it's time, then ...

Ooooh, bombs ... yay! That should be fun. Explosives are always fun.

So ... is that like some funky cool grapple gun? That's pretty sweet ...

Wow ... Gaz really is like the Johnny Bravo of Ruidus, isn't he?

Nott wants to be close to "the big boom" ... well yes, she would ... I love this little pyromaniac ... if she shouts "Fluffernutter!" just before she blows it up that'll just be the icing on the cake ... XD

Don't eat the slime, Beau! It's not for eating ...

Trying to decide who can just fly up and who needs a little help ...

Fjord: "You hear that, Nott? Braius is going down." Veth: "Don't even tempt me! Big strong man ..."

"Lunchies"? Wow ... Gaz, man ...

Ah, so tea and ... something more? Hmmmmmm ...

A toast? Go for it, Dorian. "Please don't die, and down the hatch." Attaboy ...

Ruidian cheese dreams ... I love that so much ... XD ... yeah, please let Gaz survive this so someday he can have some cheese ...

Braius wanting Chetney to CHISEL R.T.A. on him when Jester has actual TATTOO EQUIPMENT ... LOL

Caleb thinks the Hells are even more insane than the Nein... that is a crazy compliment, definitely ...

:3 ... awwwwwwww ... Imogen and Laudna are as cute as ever ... I really am hoping they're gonna make it through this shit ... yeah, please let them get that little cottage they dream of ...

Yasha ... silently judging Veth for mooning over Braius ... I love it ... the question about Yahsa and Beau's marrital status ... so ... they're still not sure what it is? Hmmmm ... Marish: "Wait! Dani says we're married!" Oh boy ... LOL

Lots and lots of sex. This is apparently Yasha's secret to their longevity ... of course it is ...

Did Veth just ask Yasha if she was up for a foursome? O.O

Yes. Beau WOULD be a great mother. It's bizarre, but very true ...

Marriage at TravelerCon? Oh yeah, that sounds PERFECT ... yeah, all the wedding planning is just THE BEST PART of this episode so far ... which after all the Yasha/Veth sex-talk is definitely saying something ... XD

Gaz tries honey for the first time ... O.O ... wow ...

Oh ... so that's it, then? Time to start ... hmmmm ... and potentially a big goodbye for both parties ...

Caduceus: "When the time comes ... go with what feels kind." Oh ... yes. Definitely ...

Let Laudna have the Raven Mask. PLease. As much to stop the squeekiness, really ...

Yes. Give Ashton an hour of Psychic protection. That would be really helpful ... wait ... Chetney has NEGATIVE ONE for Wisdom? Fucking hell ...

Oh, so she just FAKES IT? That's hilarous ...

A last quick moment with Dorian and Orym? Oh ... THEY'RE KISSING?!!! THEY'RE KISSING!!! THEY'RE FUCKING KISSING!!! TEN SECONDS OF KISSING!!! IT'S HAPPENING!!! Oh dear ... sorry Braius ... oops ...

Fucking hell ... are Ashton and Fearne REALLY about to take a massive amount of mushrooms right before they go into the most desperate fight ot their life? O.O

Fucking hell, Sam! How many of those do you even HAVE?!!!

Caleb and Imogen bonding ... yeah, they really do seem like such a good friendship fit ... :3

It's going all red ... and a screech? A strange screech? Is Imogen getting trapped in a dream? Oh fuck, that's exactly what it is ... Liliana! Oh fuck, is it all going off already? Not good ... he knows? Oh fuck ... that's so bad ... wait ... WHAT?!!! What's happening to her? Matt Mercer don't you fucking DARE!!! Oh fuck ... is she gonna be with her for as long as she can in what's clearly her final moments? Fuck ...

A HARNESS?!!! He's funnelling her? NO!!! NOOOOOO!!!

And NOW he calls a break? Matt Mercer you EVIL BASTARD!!!

While all that's happening we're off with the Nein instead ... damn it! And back with the old seating arrangement! Cool! But no Robbie? Not quite so cool ...

Seeming is still up? Okay, then ... smart ...

Group deception check? First fresh roll as the Nein ... okay, it's been a little while ... looks like we all have to get back to remembering the old stats ... and Ashley's RIGHT back on the classic dice behavour already ...

Crap ... are they running into difficulty ALREADY?

Bluffing time ... Deception check! Oof ... here we go, then ... so ... that worked, then? Phew ...

And now they're being followed ... bollocks ... so then that DIDN'T work, then ... hmmmmmm ...

Invoke Duplicity! Oh nice ... yeah, it's been a while ... :3

Nice ... so THAT distraction worked. Great work, Jester.

Sneaky sneaky ...

Aha ... so this place seems like what we're headed for ... yup. we're here. The Arx Creonum ...

So they're going IN then ... oh, a friend? Somebody on the inside, then ... yeah, looks like they're pulling it off, then ...

Wow ... gods, she was so young then ... :3

Okay, so now it's time to finally work out what they're gonna do with the climb ... is Beau gonna go so some more Cool Monk Shit? Let her Naruto Run along the cable ...

Veth casts Spiderclimb ... cool ...

Beau's still spicy about Veth shooting her in the arse after seven years ... XD

THat's a lott of BOOM, Gaz ... and now he's sort of quoting The Goonies ...

Meanwhile Fjord and Jester are doing the whole Superman and Lois thing ... LOL

Think light thoughts, guys ... and yeah, a little Guidance would be helpful too. Thanks, Jester ...

Veth gets a MATCHING OUTFIT for the infiltration? Cool ... yeah, she's on the DEMO TEAM ... O.O ... extra cool ...

The bird flips the bird ...

The assault has begun! Laura: "It has begin!"

Climbing time for the demo team, then ... okay, well that went surprisingly well ... the lines are now secure. Step one is a success ... Spiderclimb!

Ring of Spell Splitting, plus Death Ward? Nice ...

Veth totally showing up everybody else as they go up ... XD

STEALTH CHECK!!!

Safe arrival, then ... all going well so far ... what's next, then?

Finding a prime spot for the bombs, then ... Investigation check! Okay ... planting the bombs ... c'mon Veth, this is what you're really good at ... no Spiderclimb lasts an HOUR, you're fine ...

Lighting the fuse ... here we go ... HIDE!!! TAKE COVER!!!

They've been spotted? Crap ... IS THAT a problem right now? Oh, guess not ... BOOM!!!

A THIRD OF THE BUILDING starts to fall away? Holy fuck ... O.O

Time for the rest of them to make the cli8mb too, then ... all at once! Get to it, guys!

Evasion for ZERO DAMAGE? Sweet. "Rogues are back in style!" XD

Seven rounds to ascend? Crap ... what's gonna happen in the interrim?

Beau is DASHING it ... this is gonna be SPECTACULAR ... so she can clear it in FOUR rounds ... which means 4 Acrobatics checks ... roll well, Marisha! 17 for the third one? Oh fuck ... that's BARELY enough ... wait ... is Veth SERIOUSLY gonna electroshock Beau right now? O.O Caleb Bird sighs SO HEAVILY ... so the DC is now TWENTY ... oh fuck ... Sam fucking Riegel, the classic chaos gremlin ... oh wow ... yeah, she just GRINDS THAT FUCKER with her staff ... that is just AWESOME ...

Gods I love these two so much, they're both so petty ... XD

Meanwhile how do everybody else get on? Starts smooth ... but now they've been spotted ... crap ... this complicates things ... and now they're being pelted with stuff ... SPEARS?!!! Seriously? Crap ... O.O ... shit ... did Laura really rol a THREE?!!! Crap ... and now she's just had her harness cut away ... FUCK!!! And now Jester is FALLING ...

Ashley rolls a ONE when Yasha tries to grab her ... so Fjord just goes after her instead! Of course he does ... so romantic ... but that adds an EXTRA ROUND to the whole mess ... crap!

Oh for fuck's ... ANOTHER shit roll? So bad ... Ashley strikes again ... and now YASHA'S harness is starting to go too ... shit! Grab that hook, girl! Nope, she's falling too ... yeah, Caleb just swoops for her ... and NOW she's starting to Rage ...

Fuck ... yeah, he JUST catches her in time ... and now they're under fire ... a giant eagle has 26 hit points? Bloody hell ... O.O ... that was almost SO BAD ...

Taliesin rolls a ONE ... oh sweet fuck ... and now CADUCEUS is plummetting too ... crap ... so Jester casts Polymorph on him ... she turns him into a giant dire-beetle ... with a Dacuceus face? Wow ... that's just PURE nightmate fuel ... but he is now flying again ...

Okay, so ... they made it, then? Finally ... and it was a TOTAL MESS the whole way ...

Great ... so now they have to make MORE checks to climb up the side of the structure ...

Oh okay ... Battlemap time? Here we go, then ... fuck, this shit looks REALLY HAIRY ...

"HELLO BEEEEEEES!!!"

ROLL INITIATIVE!!!

Beau clambers up onto the wall and runs along the top to try and get past them, while being as tauntingly annoying as possible ... hmmm ... then she goes on the ATTACK!!! POP POP!!! Oh, I have missed this ... Stunning Strike! Yay! But they resist ... crap ... Patience Defence!

Caleb tries to swoop as close as he can to the big blasted opening in the hope to just TOSS Yasha into it ... nice ...

Caduceus buzzes to the nearest platform and hides, ready for the next move ...

Yasha picks herself up and starts climbing the wall ... then she throws her recently acquired spear at one of Beau's foes ... oh yeah, 29 DEFINITELY hits ...

One of the Shrikes shoots his glass cannon at her ... yeah, that's a miss. Phew ... quite a wake-up call, though ... another one takes a shot ... ALSO misses ... thirs one HITS though ... oof ... it definitely hurts, but she's able to shrug it off ... then the closest to Beau takes a shot, that misses ... but the next hits her! Crap! She burns a Ki point and just manages to grab the shot and throw it back! Nice ... CRACK!!! And he fails his save ... 2 D8 Psychic damage? Nice ...

Jest holds her action while waiting to get closer ... holding Darkness? Okay ...

Crap ... Yasha's taking hits ... but she's a Barbarian so she just BOSSES her way through it ... nice ... Telekinetic Combo? Boooo! Thankfully she's able to shrug THAT off too ... meanwhile Beau's taking some pretty nasty hits too ... oof ... crap, it knocks her RIGHT BACK to the wall ...

Armoured feskuls? Crap! Sam: "Can't this game just be roleplay and no combat?"

Fjord touches down with Jester on the nearest ledge, and she casts Darkness to give Yasha and Beau some cover ... nice! Meanwhile he casts Hex on the juggernaut fighting Beau. Then he throws some Eldritch Blasts at him! Ballsy ... Even with the Darkness he manages to hit with ALL THREE!!! Also nice ... oh yeah, that's A WHOLE FUCKLOAD of damage in one round there ...

The Blade Baron uses his Blade Storm to start swiping at Yasha ... crap! EIGHT D10 Slashing damage? Fuck ... that's nasty ... thank fuck she's Raging ...

Gaz arrives! Phew ... he flubs his entrance, but he's there now, at least ...

Veth rushes to join her friends ... and fires her Aeorean Security Cannon into the Darkness, hoping she doesn't hit Beau (or at least that's what she SAYS) ... 39 points of damage? Wow ...

Beau bolts out of the Darkness and makes for the gap ... oh, that is pretty sweet! Yeah, do that ... if you can take this Hulk out in one deft move ... OH SHIT she actually PULL IT OFF!!! That's so beautiful ... yeah, he's just PLUMMETTING to his death now ... that's a proper sweet fucking move, Beau!

Caleb curves around the edge and swoops down to Caduceus, and that's about it ... hmmmm ...

Caduceus casts Guidance on him, and also that's about it ...

Flashbacks of Aeor? Yeesh ...

Yasha has to try and slip past to make it to the edge ... so she just decides to take a swing at him instead. Reckless Rage! Yes ... that's a hit! Yeah! And another! Ooooh, Dvine Fury? Nice ... that.s 43 on one hit ... second's another 19 ... now she tries to shimmy by ... and she MANAGE IT!!! Yes ... she's free to fully disengage so she jumps down and makes her way down towards Caleb and Caduceus ...

The Shrike tries to shoot at Veth ... second shot hits the mark ... ouch ... thanks to Uncanny Dodge she shrugs off the worst ot it ... and she doesn't suffer any ll effects either ... phew ...

The two Polymorphed folk are now taking fire ... POP!!! Yup, now Caleb has been BATTERED back to human form ... and the rest of the damage hurts too ... but both shots as Ceduceus just miss him entirely ...

Jester casts a Guiding Bolt at 2nd Level and chucks it at the feskul ... and MISSES!!! Shit ... that's so frustrating ...

Juggernaut faceplant! Nice ...

Shit! Spotted! Now they're under fire again ... Caleb and Yasha takes some more hits ... and here come the feskuls! Aaaaaaaaahh! Oh, that is NASTY!!! Fjord and Jester take some hits too ... the other goes for Veth ... and she gets BIT!!! Nasty ... 32 points of Piercing damage? FUCK!!!

Hexblade's Curse! Fjord hurls them at the juggernaut ... pow! And it just FALL OFF THE EDGE!!! Nice ... he shifts the Hex to the feskul, then fires some Eldritch Blasts at it ... second hits! BOOM!!! Prmanently reduced AC? That's pretty sweet. Finally they land on the ledge next to Beau.

The Blade Baron sets in on Gaz ... oh man ... PLEASE make it through, big guy! Thankfully Matt rolls absolute BALLS so he gets through JUST FINE ... so the Baron just FLEES?!!! XD Oh my gods ...

Gaz goes right after him and just starts POUNDING on him ... oh yeah, he just KEEPS ON HITTING HIM!!! Nice ... That's 66 points of damage he unloads on him ... and that's IT for the Baron! Beautiful ...

Veth just BOOKS IT and makes a flat out DASH right past the remaining foes ... who manage to MISS her ... phew ... then she jumps down and makes a PERFECT landing right onto the juggernaut ... instantly blinding him ... very nice ...

Beau attacks while he's blinded ... POP POP!!! Juggernaut's hurt, but still in it ...

Caleb chucks a Fireball into his nuts ... and ENGULFS HIM!!! Nice ... Claeb grabs hold of Veth and pulls her away as the burning enemy plunges over the edge ... nice ...

Okay, time to head into the tunnels, then ... Beau dumps a bunch of ball-bearings behind them as they go.

Fjord and Jester are the only 0ones left out there, along with Gaz ... hmmm ... meanwhile they're still taking fire ... oof ... yeah, they're getting hurt, but hanging in there ...

Jester jumps down and SLIPS ON THE BEARINGS!!! Fuck ... yeah, she bruises her butt when she goes down ... oof ...

The feskul tries to attack Gaz ... it starts snapping at him, but doesn't influct much damage on him in the end. The other swoops on Fjord, but he's able to fend it off ...

Fjord throws some Eldritch Blasts at it, and two hit ... yeah, one's a CRIT!!! Nice ... yeah, that's some serious damage, and he blasts it right out of the sky. He follows the others and now they're all together ...

Just Gaz left, then ... he manages to disengage and jumps across too, JUST manages to avoid the bearings and now he's with the rest of them. He turns to cover their entry, leaving them to head on inside.

Jester gives him the rest of her honey before she goes. Snd he calls her "Honey Miss!" Awwwwwwwwww ... :3

Yeah, that's a good place to call it a night. Is it Thursday yet?

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