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dadsbongos · 5 months ago

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5 times laios almost says he loves you + 1 time he does

2 k words / warnings - momentary lead up to smut (foreplay/roleplay), modern au w fantasy elements

summary - laios wants to tell you he loves you, but keeps getting interrupted.

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When Laios was a kid, he'd imagined a tri-headed beast crossbred from reptiles, mammals, and birds attacking all his problems. Recently, that image has been… tweaked…

Now when he's afflicted by demeaning nightmares or stiff social situations, the power he summons to crush all which is dark sided is, surprisingly, a human.

A mere person.

His partner.

Every time you appear in his dream, Laios wakes up in a massively good mood. Whenever Laios pictures you over the unpleasant sight of strangers, he can suddenly bear unwelcome conversation. Whenever Laios so much as spots you, his whole day elevates -- swirling into something brighter and sweeter. Misery to melon juice, he’s absolute goo as soon as you’re in the room.

And everybody except him knows what his deal is. Similarly, they know it’ll take a miserably long while before he can spit it out.

the time where you’re naked

“I wanna learn human anatomy, can you pose nude for me?”

You choke on your water, trying to laugh off the awkward question with a couple chest-pats, “Can't you just look at porn for that stuff? I don't mind, you know?”

“Nah, I wanna draw you.”

“Oh! Uh, okay…” you cross the floor, drawing the curtains to your living room before stiffly beginning to disrobe, “Like… right now?”

“Mhm,” Laios nods excitedly.

“‘kay then.”

Sweat practically oozes down Laios’ forehead, shoulders knotted towards his jaw as he obsessively studies each roll and dip along your body. Trying to copy you down on sketch paper that’s now marred with charcoal and eraser strokes. Drawing has never been something Laios cared to prove himself for, he knows what he’s skilled with and doesn’t fret over what he isn’t. Until now, now he feels the utmost need to prove himself.

To prove how devoted he is to perfecting your body on paper because how else will his adoration be known?

Because trust: he does adore your body. So pretty. And tender. And so very welcoming to him, just like you. Laios adores your personality more than your body -- you’re nice and funny and understanding and, most importantly, you like him. You seriously like him. His rants about monsters, his social ineptitude, his shameless nature: you’re verily into all of it.

And, in turn, he’s into you. He’s so into you it makes him want to choke himself in excitement whenever you lock eyes.

He’s so into you he thinks he loves you.

Laios pauses mid stroke on your thigh: it’s a little skinnier than the fleshy counterpart. So he erases again and lets the realization fizz over him slowly.

He definitely loves you. Unfortunately the sudden thought makes him so emotional he’s tearing up.

the time you’re on a date

Flickering overhead fluorescents are hideously unflattering to customers and staff alike at the diner. Not you, though. Somehow you make them work, even though everytime Laios catches his reflection in a window he looks absolutely ghoulish. The pale wash of sickly light almost makes you seem like a varnished painting.

You’re not even aware of his obsessing, too busy scanning the menu, “I’m looking at the breakfast for dinner options, but I dunno what I want…”

Laios wants you, and he figures the best way to get it out is just saying it.

“I lo- !” he’s silenced by a woman cheerfully greeting the both of you.

Her broad grin tackles him like a personal slight.

“So, what can I get started for you guys?”

Laios swallows his frustration with a wash of chilled water, letting the rhythm of your voice soothe him. Now the mood is ruined. Too stuffy with this onlooker.

Oh, well, he sighs quietly before ordering his own dish; paying no mind to how the server silently questions his moody demeanor.

There’s always more chances.

the time where you’re naked pt. 2

When you’re genuinely asleep, your lashes consistently flutter against your cheeks with each jerk beneath your eyelids. Your lips are parted to let air puff between, and usually you’ll curl your arms towards your chest -- which Laios finds so cute it makes him want to bite you. Sweetly, of course. Not enough to draw blood, unless you say he can.

Either way, he’s fully aware you’re not really sleeping. Which he considers preferable since the secondary act of roleplay doesn’t work if you aren’t awake.

Suddenly, you roll onto your stomach and stretch along the bed -- perking your ass up with a faux drowsy mumble. Laios can register you’re trying to spur him on, a more emotional exhaustion gnawing your spirit the longer he goes without touching you.

Laios has never been able to fanatically explain Incubi mating before he met you (well: he skimmed through it with Kabru, but that didn’t feel impactful), and furthermore, he’s never been able to act it out. Nobody before you seemed the type to accept his interest in portraying a sleeping body about to be bred by an Incubus.

Nobody before you is even worth remembering, Laios steps forward with fingers trailing up the bed and teasing your ankle. Mouth opening, he’s gearing up to confess when suddenly a voice not his own breaks the scene first:

“Laios, please,” you mutter, pouting so adorably he feels like his chest is about to explode, “I don’t wanna be mean, but I need you to hurry it up.”

“Now we have to restart,” Laios steps back until he’s pressed against the bedroom door, “Okay, I’ll go faster this time,” then he grins, “That’ll be even more realistic if I rush in! You’re so smart!”

By the time Laios re-enters the room, his confliction of pure love has been stifled in favor of lust.

the time you’re out with friends

Earplugs are snug in Laios’ ears, cushy and pressing against every crevice of his ear, as he slouches into the booth across from Senshi. He’s sliding a mug of beer from hand-to-hand, leaving a condensation trail along the shiny veneer of the table. Beside him is a gaping hole he laments, belonging to you, as does the margarita saucer. Melting ice chips and an olive Laios promised to eat are the only remnants of your drink.

Otherwise, it all seems to be pumping through you like hot blood. A beaming grin alight on your face as you and Chilchuck bounce around each other on the dance floor. You’re holding hands in the cramped throng of guests so as to not lose each other, and Laios shocked Marcille by not getting the least bit jealous.

“I trust them,” he reasoned, “It’s not like I’m the only person allowed to touch their hands now.”

Not that he’d like to be, either. Laios thinks everyone should touch your hand at least once: it’s soft and warm and you’ve got the perfect grip strength. Just holding your hand makes Laios want to be a better, more upstanding citizen that votes and volunteers. That sort of inspiring spirit is something he couldn’t dream of caging.

You’re like a human morphine injection confounded with pure sunlight, and Laios is already a baked sucker.

“Don’t wanna join?” Senshi slides along the black leather seat until he’s squeezed out from their booth, “You won’t be so young forever, you know? Best to take advantage while you can.”

Laios can barely make out what his friend says, combining muffled gibberish with the shape his lips made and praying he’s assumed correct, “I like just watching them.”

Senshi’s gaze follows Laios’ pointing, he nods slowly and pitters off with another few mumbles.

Laios cannot handle anything outside the safety of your group’s booth. Music too loud and air too hot the further he crawls along the dance floor, so he leaves that to you. And Chilchuck. But mostly you.

Life has many opportunities for him to sway with you to music: in your shared apartment, at friends’ weddings, and fairs. He can handle not taking this particular once to dance with you, and besides just watching is enough.

He whispers affection into the club, naturally you catch none of what he says.

the time where you’re naked pt. 3

Your nails scratch over Laios’ scalp, rinsing bubbles from between sandy strands of hair. His head is tilted, neck beginning to ache from the angle as you finish scrubbing his hair clean. Fingers snatch him by the chin, forcing his head back until water is trailing down his spine and shaking out his head with finality.

“There,” you push onto your toes to kiss his cheek, making him hurry to stabilize you by snagging your hips, “All clean!”

“Thanks,” Laios fails to release you, instead letting you spin in his hands towards the wall for your body wash -- the brand he bought you for your birthday once and you always kept going back to.

“If you’re gonna keep groping me, wash my back, yeah?”

“I’m not groping,” Laios protests weakly, frowning at the perverse accusation. Though he doesn’t pause before uncapping your soap and squirting a heap into his palm, then yours when you hold your hand out expectantly.

You scale down your legs, from the inside of your thighs to your shins as Laios lathers your back. He shifts a step aside to let water coax soap foam down the curve of your spine. Then he’s stepping back entirely, eyes lingering inappropriately. If he was able to die staring at you, then he’d take that certainty in a heartbeat.

Now, right? Now is the perfect time for him to get it all out there. Nobody else is in your apartment. It's domestic and quiet and so, so peaceful.

“Hey,” he calls over the thrumming showerhead, and you hum sweetly in reply, “I lo- !” he bravely takes another step, a lost bar of soap slotting perfectly under the arch of his foot, “Fuck!”

“Huh?” you turn in time to gasp as Laios tumbles forward. Yanking down the shower curtain in a feeble attempt to catch himself before his skull thuds loudly against the tile wall, “Oh my God, Laios!”

His body collapses against the wall before limply sinking into the shallow tub. Your petrified face blurring out in favor of deep,

rich

black.

+1 - the time Laios had a head injury

“Can you see straight? How many fingers am I holding up?”

Laios smiles at your flagrant concern, enveloping your shaky hand with his own and bringing it toward his thigh -- still damp from the shower and barely covered by the boxers you hastily dressed him with, “I can see fine. Let’s leave the doctors to do the testing stuff.”

“I thought you were done for! I was so scared,” you don’t fare much better than Laios in the clothing department: shorts he knows are his wrapped around your waist, and shirts clinging uncomfortably to both your wet bodies.

“Aw,” he coos, leaning closer to peck your cheek, “I wouldn’t go down from a hit like that. My head’s a lot sturdier than some shower wall.”

“I know, but still! How terrifying, you just- !” you slap a hand against your thigh, “Boom!”

“Well, you got me to the hospital pretty fast,” Laios squeezes his hand around yours, “So even if I was dying -- which I wasn’t -- I definitely would’ve lived with how fast you were going.”

“I almost didn’t dress us, and then I spent the whole time you were asleep wondering if I got you killed by wasting the time.”

“Like I said, I wouldn’t die like that,” he shrugs, “I can’t die before I tell you I love you.”

“Huh?!”

“I love you, by the way,” he sighs, a hand splayed over his chest with apparent relief, “Now I can die.”

You laugh, head throwing back in glee before you can catch your breath, then patting his thigh with a smile, “No, you can’t die. Because I love you too, so you can’t just die on me.”

Laios’ cheeks flush, he nods curtly, “Cool.”

“Cool?”

“I spent so long trying to get it out that I never planned what to say when you told me you loved me back.”

Laios is so cute you want to bite him in half, and you’re unbelievably relieved to hear he feels the same.

#laios x reader #laios touden x reader #delicious in dungeon x reader #dungeon meshi x reader #laios touden fluff

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ziaxkawaii · 1 month ago

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The Creator needs help

I claim to know s*it about canon genshin impact Teyvat lore or how things work in it. I just wrote something that was on my mind at 2 AM.

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Teyvat was crying...

No, it wasn't any ordinary rainy day no.

Not only was water falling down from the skies above in the form of tears, hail and snow also came down along with powerful winds in places that rouse concern in humanity and other forms of life alike.

Thin layers of snow covered parts of the smeltering deserts of sumeru, rain poured down in forever freezing shnesnaya, pillars of ice formed in the waterfalls of watatsumi island in inazuma and such other incidents wreaked havoc all around the land of Teyvat.

These disasters drove away almost all creatures of nature into hiding and cursed all yields to be near nonexistent due to the extreme conditions, leading to a landwide food shortage and miserable people. Even vision holders report feeling less elemental energy from their visions than before.

Mr. Zhongli, or formerly known as Morax or Rex Lapis, sat at Third-Round Knockout on a rare good day drinking tea as he watched the dark clouds over the sea creep closer to Liyue Harbor. He sighs, as he already figures that the weather would one again cut his visit short.

Just as he brought this tea cup to his lips to take another sip, his surroundings changed. He was no longer drinking tea he was standing inside a domain of sorts. Where ever he looked, he couldn't see an end to the limitless space.

He wasn't alone though, six others, who he realized were the other archons and people of the highest authority of each nation, were here as well. And from the looks of things, they were just as perplexed as he was.

Since all of them were brought here, it could only mean, a being higher than them have summoned them for a purpose.

"Be not afraid."

A voice spoke, which drew everyone's attention to them.

A figure floated by their lonesome in place with a calm and understanding expression as they gestured at the seven of them. The figure was like a glowing humanoid lamp, glowing brightly with no distinguishable features whatsoever, except a horizontal golden line at their throat that seemed to extend all the way around their neck.

As if their head had been cleanly sliced off...

Wait... He recognized such featured being described somewhere. An ancient parchment that spoke of a deity that was the purest and highest being in all of Teyvat. A being whose purity was reflected on how others would perceive them, for they lost their real body and a line as tough drawn with gold wrapping around their neck symbolizing their sacrifice to the life on Teyvat.

That being being the Creator...

The moment Zhongli realized who was talking to them, he sank down on one knee. Others following suit as they too realized the same thing as he did.

"Be not afraid... I am not here to neither cast judgement nor punishment." Their voice spoke, as though it was coming from everywhere at one. From behind the seven, from above, from inside their craniums. It would of felt almost overwhelming, had they been afraid, but none were.

"Your excellency... why have you summoned us to appear in your presence, if not for a punishment?" Zhongli hears one of the seven ask, as the same question runs in his head.

That was an excellent question. Though many of the Archons have done everything in their power to fulfill their duties as assigned, their disastrous and war filled past and even current lives, leave no room to doubt they too were not above desire.

The same desire that plaques Teyvat and every other being on it. Driving them to satisfy their own desires

to survive

to live

to build

to control

to destroy...

The Archons carry their sins for they are forbidden to forget them, it would be shameful to do so.

What reason are they here?

"My children... heed my words, for I am afraid time is running out." The creator spoke, their hands gently clenched in front of them, without a single waver in their tone as they continued.

"I was afraid that the day when the balance of Teyvat would be disrupted would come, but the severity of this disruption is far too severe. I can no longer watch as the creations I gifted life needlessly suffer." They floated closer to the kneeling seven as they pleaded.

"I beg of you my children, help end this misery that plaques Teyvat."

The Creators plead rang in their ears as giant bells as they looked up at their Creator, heads full of questions.

The Creator requests their assistance?

"Your grace, we do not know the causes of the anomalies on Teyvat, therefore we are powerless to help even our own nations. What can we possibly do to help?" Another Archons spoke.

"To understand our current obstacle, you must understand how Teyvat came to be." They spoke as, with a flick of their wrist, a mist like substance filled the surrounding space. Creating images aiding the Creators storytelling.

"As you are already aware, I, the Creator, was born of and egg and used the shell of said egg to create Teyvat, but that is not all." The Archons watched intently as images formed before their eyes one after another, telling a history never told before.

"After I was born, I wandered among the stars, awaiting for a purpose for my own creation. As time passed, a sudden desire willed me to use my given power for something, so I returned to my first ever home and used it's eggshell to house a new world in another galaxy.

I shed tears to form the seas, I took pieces of my body to create land, I blew air to form the atmosphere... I lent the sun and the moon to occupy the new lands lonely existence...

however... I wasn't satisfied...

what use does a world offer if no one is there to appreciate its beauty?"

The loyal Archons remained on their knees, listening to the tale of creation and birth of the land they call home. Seems as though even the most purest of beings in Teyvat cannot escape the curse of desire.

"So with the last of my strength, I gave up one of my hearts and divided it to millions and millions of pieces and scattered them all around the land and sea to form life. Life capable of growth, capable of feeling emotions and capable of death on the world I call Teyvat.

As a final gift, I gave up a fraction of my power and formed the seven elements. To make sure these gifts are not used wrongfully, I also created Celestia to act as guardians of Teyvat, the elemental energy and its happenings."

Zhongli stood silent in fascination of the history told. Their Creator really was just as benevolent as described in the ancient parchment he read oh so long ago. Even if their intention for Celestia was different from how things currently stand, they were thinking about their creations' well being. How could he disrespect his own creator so severely as to forget them? How could he?

"However...." The Creator continued.

"Just as I basked in relief and excitement of having created something that would have a life of its own... it caught the eye of another deity."

"They were envious of one of their own giving their body and attention to another, and so, they were going to curse the newborn world, which I could not let happen. I sliced off my own head as a distraction but the spell ended up landing on and affecting my own soulless mind and body, leading me to temporarily forget myself and my creation.

After the battle, my body and severed head fell into Teyvat, leaving behind the deity to grieve for hurting a fellow god.

My body collided with the earth while my head went missing, both staying unmoving, for I had no way to control them nor any memory to guide me on what to do. I felt as eons of life cycles passed before me, ground slowly swallowing my body and breaking it down, making me one with my creation."

The sudden realization hit Zhongli harder than any of his meteorites. All along, the Creator has been among them. They were no spectator above Teyvat or a god who had abandoned them after their duty had concluded, no. They were there... they are...

"Yes, my children... I am Teyvat, and Teyvat is me."

Zhongli was taken aback as their Creator had read through his entire inner battle inside his mind. Now that he was aware of Teyvat's major historical event, he can finally start to string pieces together and think why Teyvat now experiences such instability.

"Your eminence, since your body is apart of Teyvat itself, does the weather, soil and even elemental energy have anything to do with your physical well being?" Another Archon spoke and all tuned in to hear the Creator.

"I certainly does... Even if my body is no longer, most concentrated amounts of my being and the energy inside still lie beneath the ground, instinctively healing Teyvat and the ley lines from major damage, effectively enabling Teyvat and the elemental energy to remain balanced and flourish.

However, lately the level of corruption in the ley lines and the amount of abnormal elemental energy surges have risen greatly, leading my "body" to panic and repel the added strain, therefore leading Teyvat becoming unstable." The creator hugged themselves as they explained and all of us understood the current issue and the gravity of it.

The creators physical body is what had been keeping Teyvat and its energy in line even when the Archons, gods and Celestia had abused it, but know that the last nail has been hammered, the creators body is no longer instinctually healing it and the Celestia is not stepping up to the task that was theirs to begin with.

"Your grace, just say the word and we are at your disposal. What can we do to help?" Zhongli himself spoke, voice even and calm for he had his full faith in his creator.

"You need to find my long lost head and bring it over to my bodys remains. Only then, can I reawaken and consciously put a stop to all of this, for in my current state I am a mere piece of your imagination laced with a voice." The creator explained, as though to prove their point, Their voice now sounded from inside their head as they floated higher and addressed the seven once more with a formal order and open arms.

"Please, find my body and bring my head over to it so I can awaken and help put a stop to this disaster! Let my mind be once again one with my body so balance may be restored, and the curse be lifted!"

Zhongli blinked and everything was just as it was before getting pulled into the domain to meet the creator. The tea he was going to savour previously, was still in his hand, steaming, as though no time had gone by at all. He however knew what had transpired mere second ago, was no daydream or a hallucination, his creator had really summoned him and requested his assistance.

With no more interest in the tea, Zhongli set the unfinished cup down while rising from his seat and began making his way out of Liyue harbor, with a newly acquired goal occupying his mind and shoulders.

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin fanfic #creator reader #genshin sagau #sagau #x reader #reader insert #zhongli #genshin morax

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azuries · 5 months ago

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SEES RYOJI MASTERPOST i hope you guys enjoy reading through it! i was heavily inspired by all the amazing art and content ive seen of the concept that i wanted to explore it too!

ART:

Moonlight Trio

Yukari and Ryoji going shopping (SEES!Ryoji winter clothes variations)

Ryoji accidentally hitting MC with his scythe

SEES!Ryoji sketch dump

SEES!Ryoji Theurgy splash

SEES!Ryoji Theurgy Storyboard

Ryomina in Tartarus

Ryomina in Tartarus P2

Ryomina in Tartarus P3

SEES!Ryomina Illustration

Cooking with Yukari

SEES!Ryoji Sprite edit

SEES!Ryoji fanmade P3RE screenshots

Ryomina SEES!Ryoji animatic

feral SEES!Ryoji

Clumsy SEES!Ryoji

Charmed Ryoji

All Out Attack Splash

SEES!Ryoji Cut In Splash

Comic

Ryoji learns about evokers

More SEES Ryoji sketches

Ryoji killing the Reaper

Twitter post

After Ryoji finds his resolve through the Hero, he offers to join his team. He gives him a choice to go through a better, yet harder way to get through Tartarus, a way only he can access. It features new bosses, content, and a new spin of the final fight with Strega.

Contains: Art, battle stats, Theurgy, combat dialogue, Tartarus dialogue and banter, and more!

Full post under the cut:

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This AU explores the idea that instead of Ryoji leaving for the last month, he offers to join the team as a temporary team member to lend his power to help SEES reach the remaining floors of Tartarus before he merges with Nyx. More events happen that prolong the time you spend together.

Ingame, it’s treated like a bonus mission and an addition to get to know Ryoji better during the aftermath of November.

As a new addition to the team, he’ll join SEES in the dorm and have his own version of FTEs with plant tending, movie watching, book reading and cooking. He’ll have interactions with other party members.

The player will also get to know more on his personal feelings as the Appriser. Through conversing with Ryoji, you learn in depth about Tartarus, and the player gets to see a more subdued side of him as he tries to come to terms with his identity.

He uses an evoker to trigger his form as Thanatos instead of using it to summon a Persona.

The player can choose to go through this route, or play the game like how it was originally set. The ending remains the same.

Party Stats:

Level: Scaleable, 2 levels higher

Element: Dark and Almighty

Weakness: None, reflects pierce damage

Combat style: Prioritizes debuffing, tank

Theurgy - Death’s Call: Deals massive almighty damage to all foes. Fears both enemies and allies.

Theurgy condition: When Ryoji sees his friends suffer a lethal blow, he feels determined to take vengeance.

Theurgy Personality bonus:

Chance to grant Arcana Burst even without completing your Major Arcana stack.

+ More damage to weak foes.

Intercepts an incoming lethal blow for a party member.

DIALOGUE:

Ryoji’s first Tartarus entrance dialogue:

Ryoji: - So this is Tartarus.

I, I can feel her. She’s keeping an eye on us. On me.

Remember that I’m here to help. Tartarus is Nyx’s realm, but I should know a better way to help you get to the top.

Keep in mind that I may not be as impenetrable while I’m here, and shadows will be a lot more hostile if we go this way. Are you sure you wanna do this?

MC:

> Nowhere to go but up.

> Let’s do this.

> Are you sure there’s no other way?

Don’t worry. Whatever‘s waiting for us, I won’t let anything happen to you. They’ll have to get through me first.

First Summon dialogue:

I have to do this. Everyone..I’m sorry for what you’re about to see.

Get out here, Thanatos!

Turning into Thanatos (Persona Summon)

If this is what it takes.

Please look away.

Thanatos!

Do what you must!

Combat

Shift dialogue:

All up to you!

We’re in this together!

Receiving end of shift dialogue:

I’m on it!

They’ll get what's coming to them.

Item use:

This will help, right?

Getting healed:

I don’t deserve this.

Death:

I-I hope it was enough.

Sorry..

AILMENTS

Distress

It’s over.. Why do we still try?

Confuse

Guys? What’s going on?!

Rage

Come on! Take me down if you can!

Charm

So, how about dinner?~

Down

You’re kidding me!

Shock

What is this?!

AOA

Before All Out Attack:

We’re going in!

Before splash art:

And that's how it's done!

Splash art Caption:

DEATH IS INEVITABLE

All Out Attack splash art line:

Pointless to deny your fate.

Basic victory dialogue:

I hope it was worth it.

Heh, how was that?

Battle aftermath:

That was impressive. You’re all amazing!

Stairs discovery

Found the stairs. There’s no time to lose!

Found the way up! You know best, leader.

Treasure

Ooh, something shiny!

Hey, guys! Found something useful? Maybe?

SEES advantage:

They never saw it coming!

Ambush / enemy advantage:

Leader, stay close to me!

Hit by crit:

That’s impossible!

SEES Tartarus dialogue w/Ryoji

Junpei: Hey, so.. Ryoji… What’s with the long scarf? And how do you not slip from it when you run?

Ryoji: I don’t think it’s that long!

Yukari: Seriously? Out of all the questions you can ask him, that’s what you go with?

—-

Mitsuru: For someone with no prior experience, you’ve been keeping up well, Ryoji-kun.

Ryoji: I’m glad you think so, Kirijo-senpai.

Akihiko: Don’t push yourself, though, alright?

—-

Junpei: Ryoji! Now that you live with us, we have got to continue the game we were playing!

Ryoji: I don’t think you’d want to…Didn’t I delete your save on accident?

Junpei: Eh, I wasn’t paying much attention to the story in the first place.

—-

Ryoji: I never got to thank you before for helping me settle in, Fuuka. How about I take you out?

Fuuka: Oh, of course! Let’s invite the others too!

Junpei: …Yikes, dude.

—-

Fuuka: I’ve always wanted to do karaoke with you all. You should join us, Ryoji-kun!

Ryoji: Oh, m-me...?

Junpei: Yeah, you’re always holed up in your room and we never know where you’re out at night! How about we sing our hearts out instead?

Ryoji: Ahh.. haha..I… I’ll think about it.

—-

Ryoji: *Humming Mass Destruction*

Aigis: Ryoji-san. Were you the one making those sounds?

Ryoji: Sorry! Makoto-kun and I were listening to some songs, and now I can’t get it out of my head.

—-

Ryoji: Aigis..About what happened before. I feel like I should apologize one more time.

Aigis: Instead of apologies, let’s make a promise. That we’ll see this through, together.

Ryoji: …Yeah. You’re right.

—-

Aigis: It’s strange. In the real world, you’re impenetrable. But in Tartarus...

Ryoji: Until the promised day, I’m an obstacle to Nyx. I wouldn’t put it past her to limit my power.

Mitsuru: So she was expecting this. Well, we just have to plan accordingly, then.

—-

Aigis: I decided to live, but…how do I even begin? How would I know?

Ryoji: I already sense life within you, Aigis. You’re doing more than enough.

—-

Ryoji: Wandering Tartarus must feel repetitive. Maybe I can try something! I can add some arcade machines?

Ryoji: Oh… but if I do that, Tartarus will just take it away again. *sigh* Nevermind, then.

Ken: Can.. Can you actually do that?!

Yukari: *sigh* Of course he can’t.

—-

Akihiko: How are you holding up, Mochizuki? Think you can still keep up?

Ryoji: Heh, that’s not even a question, Senpai.

—-

Ryoji: I hope I’m not bringing you guys down. What do you think, Koromaru-san?

Koromaru: *barks enthusiastically*

Fuuka: Hahaha. Koro-chan seems to enjoy your company!

—-

Yukari: Whew..! You guys notice the shadows have gotten…much more alert?

Akihiko: You’re right. It’s like we unlocked the deepest depths of Tartarus that Nyx didn’t want us to see.

—-

Junpei: Jeez Ryoji, you weren’t kidding. The shadows of this detour are a whole different monster!

Ryoji: I’m sorry, Junpei. But I promise it’s just a little longer.

Junpei: Who am I to back down from a challenge? This’ll be a piece of cake!

—-

Mitsuru: Are you settling in the dorm well, Ryoji-kun?

Ryoji: Oh. I am, thank you.

Mitsuru: Of course. Just let us know if you need anything.

—-

Ken: Did anyone hear footsteps in the boys’ dorm last night?

Yukari: Must have been Aigis sneaking to Makoto’s room, even if I told her to not leave past curfew…

Aigis: It was not me. I was out for my monthly checkup.

Yukari: Then… who was it?

Ryoji: It wasn’t me!

Yukari: No one said it was you!

—-

Ken: So, where have you been living before, well, all of this, Ryoji-senpai?

Ryoji: I-I actually don’t know. Anything outside of school and Makoto-kun becomes a blur.

Fuuka: Ryoji-kun…

—-

Ryoji: You’re amazing to lead such a capable team, Makoto-kun. You look good like this.

—-

Yukari: Ryoji-kun and I went thrift shopping the other day. It was actually pretty fun!

Ryoji: Thanks for taking me out, Takeba-san. I wanted that jacket, though..

Yukari: Unless you wanna blind someone with that thing, there’s no good reason to wear it!

Ryoji: *sighs sadly*

—-

Ryoji: There were so many couples on Paulownia Mall for Christmas Eve. It was lovely to see.

Junpei: Ooo, does our newest member have a special someone they have in mind?

Ryoji: I-I wouldn’t say that..

Junpei: Hahaha! You’re like a tomato right now, dude!

Ryoji: Hey, knock it off!

—-

Ryoji: Wait, you’ve reached past the 200th floor?! Akihiko: All in a day’s work. Everyone has been putting in their all.

—-

Akihiko: You’re hardly breaking a sweat. What’s your routine, Mochizuki?

Ken: I’m guessing it’s him not being human in the first place?

Akihiko: Ken, that’s not..!

Ryoji: It’s alright, I don’t mind. He has a point, though.

—-

Yukari: I won these chocolate bars, I brought them in case anyone wanted a snack. Want some?

Ryoji: Oh, that’s okay. I don’t eat sweets that much.

—-

Mitsuru: I have to say it was quite convenient for the Kirijo Group to have an extra weapon.

Ken: Yeah, and what’re the odds it was a scythe too?

Ryoji: Hahaha…. I guess.

—-

Koromaru *bark*

Aigis: Koromaru-san is asking that if you’re Death, what will that make of the Reaper?

Junpei: I bet Ryoji here can take him down, no problem!

Ryoji: I’d rather not stick around to find out. For your sakes.

—-

Ryoji: I was told you lost a close friend to the Dark Hour. I’m sorry for your loss.

Mitsuru: …Thank you, Ryoji-kun.

Akihiko: He’d want us to move forward. There’s no use dwelling in the past.

Ryoji: I guess you’re right. I’m here to help however I can.

—-

Koromaru: *bark bark*

Junpei: Hey… you think Koromaru sensed Ryoji’s true identity?

Ken: Oh, do you mean because of dogs’ intuition to ghosts and spirits?

Fuuka: I don’t think Ryoji-kun’s just any ghost though..!

—-

Ryoji: Hey Takeba-san. Can I ask you something?

Yukari: I swear, if it’s you trying to ask me out again…

Ryoji: Oh, that’s not what I was gonna- Wait, do you want me to? Because-

Mitsuru: -I think I saw something important there, leader. Let’s check it out.

Ryoji: This feels too familiar.

—-

Junpei: Kyoto was so fun! School trips should happen more often.

Yukari: *glare*

Junpei: Eep!

Ryoji: Ah-! I-I swear, that wasn’t our intention! It was all a misunderstanding! Leader, tell her!

—-

SP LOW:

Mitsuru: Ryoji-kun. Make sure not to strain yourself.

Ryoji: I’m fine, please don’t worry. I can’t let up in front of a pretty girl like you, now can I?

—-

Fuuka: Leader… Ryoji seems tired.

—-

If Makoto has low SP:

Ryoji: You don’t look good…Please, pace yourself. I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to you.

FTEs: (WIP)

Plant tending event

anddd thats it so far!! if this post ever needs updating, i definitely will!

thank you so much for reading! it really means a lot!

#piano arts #persona 3 #p3 #persona 3 reload #p3re #ryoji mochizuki #sees!ryoji #sees ryoji au #sees!ryoji au #ryomina #implied #ofc i impleid it. its me #UHH i hope you guys like this ahahaha #this is so fucking self indulging help meeeee #sees ryoji

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ruoshik0 · 2 months ago

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A ghost’s core is it’s most important and only organ. It holds the true essence of it’s soul. All the emotions and all the subconciousness. Yet the core itself only acts as a power source. A rather powerful one, but ultimately, only a power source that happens to hold a ghost’s subconcious.

As such, the core does not store memories. Memories are useless to a dead being, after all. It’s not a brain. This is the reason why most ghosts do not recall any point of their living life.

Although it is possible to, if one tried hard enough, remember certian things of importance, most fully-fledged ghosts do not care enough to put in the effort.

So when Danny died yet another tragic death, filled with ectoplasm and electricity, and came back into the Realms as a full ghost, he couldn’t care less about the living world even if he tried.

Once fully dead, Phantom automatically just knew everything a ghost can do, how to do said thing, what’s the norm and what’s not, and other things that ghost know by default.

That was the norm for the Realms and it’s residence. What was not the norm was- Phantom, who had defeated the High King of the Infinite Realms whilst still somewhat alive, became the young King by default too.

The knowlegde of what to do, how to solve conflicts, and how to act kingly came to his mind all at once.

And the fully dead Phantom accepted this as his role in the Realms and immediately began his training to become a worthy king.

All his mentors from when he was alive taught him everything he would farther need to know. The history, the social hierarchy, his keep, and the resposibility that came with being king.

Gradually, his appearance started to change too. He became more… Kingly. The armor he wore when out and about was pristine. The sword he carried was elegant. The crown took form of a collapsing star sometimes, other times a galaxy. Rarely took shape of an actual crown. It had renamed itself The Crown of Ice. Taking it’s name after the current element of his core.

Pariah dark’s core changed it’s element more than a couple of times during his reign, only after experimenting with almost all elements in existence did it settle on fire. Each time, The Crown’s name changed accordingly.

Yeah, so, ghost cores need experimentation to find it’s most suitable element. So The Crown of Ice is really only temporary.

Ring of rage on the other hand, names itself after the personality of the holder. And no one other than the crown bearer cannot hold it. Pariah Dark was always angry, at almost every moment of the day. His rage did not subside.

Danny however was a peaceful one. Stern when needed to be, but almost always calm and peaceful. So the ring had named itself The Ring of Peace.

After only about 300 days had passed in the mortal realm did Danny get coronated. And after only about 2 hours had passed did he get summoned for the first time.

Infront of him were people he did not recognize personally. An orange haired young adult with teals eyes and rather big eyebags, a black haired young adult whose appearance was unkempt, and lastly, a black man who seemed to be the equal age as the black haired woman.

There was no denying that they seemed to recognize him. And there was no denying that his core hummed happily at the sight of them.

Master of time had told him his little misadventure a limited amount of time. He never really name dropped them though, only showed the past through the screen of the past long gone. And he can certianly feel that he at least knew these mortals.

For a minute or two, none spoke, opting to instead think of what to say. Eventually Danny opened his mouth. Only to then be interupted by the orange haired mortal to run up to him, step inside the summoning circle, and hug Danny tightly. The other two followed closely.

Danny did not know these people. He had duties to return to. He couldn’t spare any time humoring mere mortals. Mortals he possibly knew when he was alive but couldn’t care less about at the moment. He knew this.

Yet his core thrummed and hummed and purred happily at the unfamiliar feeling of warmth. He let his gaze wander whilst pulling up hesitant hands to return the mortal gesture. There by the door were two more mortals. One a woman with a red one-piece suit and the other a red haired, freckled man. They stood there, motionlessly and with tears pooling over their eyes.

His core practically jumped when he caught sight of them. Coming to the conclusion that perhaps he also knew them, Danny raised one eyebrow at the two. As an indication to just come here and join the hug.

The simple move was received as those two then ran up to the still hugging group and gave their own tight hug to Danny and the rest.

Not knowing what to do with these strangers he certainly knew when he was a mortal, Danny just stood there. Perhaps one day, he would come to care about these humans just as much as his core did too.

Right now though, he had duties and they hugged long enough anyway. So, he forced the hug to end and unsummoned himself.

#dead danny #like literally #danny phantom #danny fenton #phan #writing prompt #???? i guess #sam manson #jazz fenton #tucker foley #valerie grey #red huntress #wes weston #hugging #amnesia #amnesia caused by dying

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narutouzumakiarchive · 3 months ago

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There are certainly gothic elements in Naruto and Sasuke's dynamic, particularly in Part 1, and there is one image that really highlighted this aspect.

Now, the sublime, according to Edmund Burke, is the attractive, "delightful horror" caused by the experience of pain and terror. Though I best like how it's described by John Dennis as the mingling of pleasure and horror. So there's a sharp emotional juxtaposition that's central to the modern conception of the sublime, and in Naruto, juxtaposition is a motif that has significant prominence in Naruto and Sasuke's relationship (especially given their function as foils).

In the lead up to VOTE 1, Kishimoto blends Sasuke's experiences of horror and terror because of Naruto. There's an increasing sense of astonishment and fear at the great magnitude of power that Naruto displays but there's also significant apprehension at what's to come — an apprehension characterized by Sasuke's constant questions about who, or what Naruto is. And things come to a head during VOTE 1, when Sasuke is so shaken by Naruto that he experiences a level of terror similar to what he felt during the massacre and his confrontation with Orochimaru.

That said, this particular post isn't about VOTE 1. In the image that caught my eye I noticed there was something interesting about Sasuke's expression.

Now the onomatopoeia used in that panel (zoku) of the first image that I posted has been used before. In Example 2 below we see it used to represent Sasuke's clear cut excitement at being able to fight Gaara, whereas in Examples 1, 3, 4, and 5 we see it used to represent a range of obvious negative emotions ranging from fear to terror.

But the image of Sasuke reacting to Naruto summoning Gamabunta evades simple classification. Sure there's that typical fear and incredulity that Sasuke felt towards Naruto, reflected in Sasuke's single sweat drop and thoughts. But his facial expressions don't neatly align with Sasuke's more obvious expressions of negative emotions (eyebrows thoroughly furrowed, mouth agape AND downturned, increased number of sweat drops, etc.) In fact, his expression was a near exact parallel to that of Orochimaru's throughly excited face after he saw Sasuke defeat his opponent in the Chunin Exam Preliminaries.

This image encapsulates the paradoxical nature of Sasuke's feelings about Naruto's strength that stretches throughout the Part 1. There's certainly an attraction to the Naruto's physical strength that had been present as early as the bell exam, but as the manga progressed, we also see how Naruto's strength generated a myriad of different emotions in Sasuke: anger, confusion, anxiety, incredulity, apprehension and fear.

And we also see this representation of the tension between the positive and the negative in Naruto's reactions to Sasuke as well, with the most significantly being Naruto's physiological response of "tingles" at hearing Sasuke acknowledge him, despite the fact Sasuke lashed out at him during a negative moment after being traumatized by Itachi.

The Orochimaru issue image really captures both sides of this contradiction at once. It perfectly represents the delightful horror that Burke called "the most genuine effect and truest test of the sublime."

Part 1 was really about building up the beautiful and complex tragedy between Naruto and Sasuke while Part 2 emphasized healing and progress, though we still see some of those tensions at play (ex. fighting violently with their fists to read eachother's hearts).

#sns #narusasu #sasunaru

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mondothebombo · 1 year ago

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✨Small Canon Things in Ninjago That Aren’t Necessarily Important to the Plot, but Important to Me Pt 2✨

(in honor of the first post reaching 2.5k notes)

1. the reason the ninja can’t summon their elemental dragons anymore is bc they’re too traumatized

2. Kai takes laxatives

3. Lloyd felt responsible for Nya’s sacrifice

4. Morro took a shot while he was in Lloyd’s body

5. Cole’s favorite color is orange

6. Chamille, the master of form, is a “bad girl” post s4

7. the ninja were literal children when they waltzed into Chen’s tournament and proceeded to beat all the adult EMs in the competition

8. prior to seabound, Nya resented her parents for not being there in her childhood, her mother more so than her father (✨mommy issues✨)

9. Nya is hyper-independent as a result of her childhood; while Kai is more openly accepting to his parents because he has a better memory of them

10. Wu was close enough with Lilly that he could remember whether or not she wore a necklace

11. Cliff Gordon was a “womanizer”

12. Lloyd didn’t naturally hit puberty until s8

13. Cole and Jay are best friends

14. whether or not you see Pixane as a bf/gf situation in canon, they are canonically soulmates

15. Jay has not yet received his inheritance letter

16. at least up until the Merge, Zane’s statue is still in downtown Ninjago City

17. ninjago citizens are fully aware their only protection are six super-powered teens/young adults

18. the ninja are still famous, public figures

19. Jay is the only ninja who hasn’t died (yet)

20. despite being a terrible actor, Lloyd is always sent on the undercover missions

21. the ninja are on first name basis with each others parents

22. Cole’s favorite genre of music is soft rock

23. Zane has selective memory

24. after Nya’s sacrifice, each ninja depicted a different stage of grief (Zane-Denial, Kai-Anger, Lloyd-Depression, Jay-Bargaining, and Cole-Acceptance)

25. Cole never actually had feelings for Nya, he was just flattered by the attention and petty about Jay being mad at him

26. elements react based on the master’s emotions

27. Jay is so emotionally dependent on being around other people that he loses his mind when he’s alone for too long

28. Lloyd had a chat with god and wasn’t impressed

29. Cole’s snoring can be heard throughout the monastery

30. Nya is not a morning person

31. Kai and Skylor have been in a situationship since s4

32. Lloyd being the grandson of god is not common knowledge

33. the group of civilians that were on the bounty when Cole fell are probably the only ones who truly realize the danger the ninja put themselves in on the regular to protect the city, and how close they are with each other

34. Wu didn’t want to tell the ninja about the green ninja prophecy because he was afraid of having a repeat of Morro

35. since s8 at the very least, the ninja all shared a room on the bounty until the monastery was rebuilt

36. Jay’s confidence in his own abilities fully depends on what others believe he’s capable of

37. several villains have called the ninja out on being “just a bunch of kids,” and then proceeded to get their shit rocked by said kids

38. the overlord can gloat to Lloyd all he wants to in crystallized, but fact of the matter is Lloyd defeated him when he was like twelve

39. Kai and Nya raised and took care of each other, it wasn’t just Kai doing all of the work

40. Kai is two years older than Nya

41. Zane’s biggest fear is losing his humanity

42. Lloyd’s biggest fear is becoming his father

43. Nya’s biggest fear is losing her individuality

44. Cole’s biggest fear is letting his family down

45. we the audience are the only ones who see the characters as legos; they’re real people in-universe

46. Kai likes spicy food

47. while elemental masters are immune to their elements to some extent, their elements can also be shown to hurt them in some circumstances

and as always, feel free to add on!!

#ninjago #ninjago dragons rising #mondo’s metas #my hcs #mondo’s hcs #ninjago jay #ninjago nya #ninjago cole #ninjago kai #ninjago lloyd #ninjago zane #ninjago wu #ninjago dragons rising spoilers #kinda

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wildrangers · 4 months ago

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This Town is Fake, But You're the Real Thing // Matt Smith

This is based on an anon ask from a few weeks ago requesting a story with Matt and a HOTD costar with an age gap. For context, reader is just shy of 30 to Matt's 41. It ended up being longer than expected but that's not shocking🙂

Tropes & Topics: miscommunication, mutual pining, will they/won't they, age gap, resolved angst, fluffy end

Word Count: 2.8K

You’d been dreading and anticipating this filming day for weeks now. You’d been cast as Alys in Season 2 of House of the Dragon and anxiety has been your primary emotion since you received the news. On the obvious side, the show’s massive and will ideally propel your career forward with dizzying speed after toiling away for a decade on small projects. A less obvious, more personal element of the matter is your equally long crush on Matt Smith. You’d first seen him as Doctor Who when you were a teen and you’d become madly infatuated. You nearly drove yourself mad while waiting for filming to start, trying to get your emotions under control before stepping on set. It helped and hurt that he’s such a lovely person in real life.

Within a week of signing your contract, a beautiful gift basket had arrived at your door. You’d curiously brought it inside and nearly dropped the champagne bottle when you found the note: Cheers to being scene partners soon! Can’t wait, Matt. Your first course of action was to tear into the chocolate covered strawberries and your second was to frantically call your manager to yell at her for hiding this surprise from you. You’d sent back a thank you note, which is how, somehow, you two became pen pals in the months leading up to filming.

In your letters, you two discussed the show and your ideas for your character’s relationship dynamics all while Matt kindly provided guidance when you shared your anxieties about joining such a well-respected and beloved show. By the time you arrived on set, you felt more settled–Matt would be a professional support and colleague, your childish crush left in the past. After all, you’d had feelings for your teenage self’s idea of who Matt Smith was. This Matt is real, kind, your coworker, and 12 years your senior.

All of this logic dissipated when you heard his painfully familiar voice calling your name across the set you were exploring before filming began. He quickly approached you, grinning broadly as he pulled you into a warm hug. You, thankfully, recovered your senses swiftly, returning his hug before somehow carrying on a normal conversation with him. Several months into filming now, that first day is a blur but you’d left a good enough first impression that you two became close throughout shooting.

You clung to your logic, desperately fighting back the crush that was rapidly developing into actual feelings throughout this time. Your chemistry on set was palpable and mercurial but in your trailers or sharing a drink after work, your relationship was filled with laughter, stimulating conversation, and affection. You’d bonded over your love for horror movies, jokingly plotting one to star in together in the future. You respected him, this project, and yourself too much to risk all that you’d built for a relic from your teenagedom.

Or, at least that’s what you repeat in your mind as you pace nervously in your trailer, practicing your lines quietly to yourself. Today’s scene is the last for you two to shoot and it’s by far the most daunting for you mentally. Alys and Daemon have a tense relationship, clearly drawn together despite Daemon’s suspicions and Alys’ blurry intentions. This scene is the culmination of that tension and while nothing physically occurs between them, an emotional vulnerability is needed for it to be satisfying for the viewers.

You hear a knock on your door as the PA summons you to set. You take a deep, steadying breath before following her onto the lot. Harrenhal’s lot is constantly damp and by the time you’re on the actual set, your dress is clinging uncomfortably to you.

“There she is! How are you feeling, love?” Matt questions, squeezing your shoulders soothingly.

“Nervous, you?” you admit and his smile turns downward.

“What’s making you nervous? How can I help?”

“It just feels like a big scene, that’s all.”

“Darling, we’ve done so many big scenes. What else is going on?” he pushes and you sigh, nervously fidgeting with the ends of your wig.

“I guess it’s weird this is it, you know? It’s been months of us working together and after today we’re basically done. It’s daunting, I want to make sure the relationship feels right at its conclusion for the season.”

“It will, I promise. You’re brilliant and we’ve worked so hard to cultivate this dynamic–we know exactly what to do together, yeah?”

“But do we?” you question and immediately regret it. His brows furrowed as you kick yourself for letting your confused personal feelings get in the way of the work. “Never mind, I’m just psyching myself out. You’re right, as always.”

Matt opens his mouth to reply but the director calls you to your marks and all you can do is squeeze his hand before going to your spot, closing your eyes and banishing yourself from your mind–you are Alys, he is Daemon, you two are fighting because tensions are coming to a head.

You two do several takes but something feels off. You’re both hitting your lines and your marks but there’s something missing, which you’re obsessively trying to solve as shooting’s paused for lunch. As you finish up your smorgasbord of snacks, your favorite craft service meal, Matt approaches, his eyes focused on you.

“Everything okay?”

“Do you trust me?” he asks, his eyes tunneling into yours with an intensity you’ve never seen from him off camera.

“Of course” you reply without hesitation and he nods.

“I’m doing a slight improv, will you follow my lead?”

“Of course” you repeat, just as the director calls you back to set.

Your nerves have returned but you’re eager to see Matt’s idea play out–you’ve both improved different moments over the course of filming and they often lead to your best takes.

The director calls action and your lines repeat as they have all day long. You’re lost in the moment, noting Matt approaching you much more closely than previously. This must be it–he wants more physical tension in the scene and you kick yourself for not thinking of it yourself. Suddenly, Matt’s hands roughly grab your arms pulling your chests flush together.

Your gasp is real, as is the way your own hands rise to grip his shoulders as he towers over you. Your Alys brain kicks in and you switch to struggling against him, eager to get away from this man who could easily overpower you.

“Don’t leave” he breathes out quietly, a line not in the script, his eyes earnest and glossy with emotion.

“You know as well as I why I must, no matter what we may…sense in one another” you ad-lib and though it fits Alys’ intentions, your own desires easily bleed through.

“And what is it you sense in me?”

“Danger…lust” you sigh, eyes instinctually dropping to his mouth. Your heart’s in your throat, this is the most you two have leaned into the characters’ sexual tension. “And what do you see within me?”

“Temptation…damnation” he replies fervently. You two hold each other’s gaze and you feel your eyes growing misty as are Matt’s before you. He begins to lean in and as much as you desperately want to give in, Alys would never, so you forcefully push your hands into his chest until a few feet separate you.

Your breathing is labored, your face feels flushed, and you nearly forget the final scripted line that concludes the scene, “I told you you’d die in this castle, Daemon…I refuse to die with you.”

A single tear escapes Daemon’s eyes and you turn on your heels, head high as you leave the room before the director yells “Cut! Holy shit you two, thank god we had coverage on both of you. That was perfect. I’m going to call Ryan to review the changes but that was brilliant. Hang tight for a few minutes, okay?”

You nod, dizzy with emotion. You can’t force yourself to look in Matt’s direction, the vulnerability and intensity of the scene making you feel exposed. Instead, you stumble over to craft services asking for a mug of tea to settle your nerves. You take a deep swig and feel some of the tension leave your shoulders but the butterflies in your stomach refuse to follow their lead. You hear someone approaching and know before you hear his deep voice saying your name that it’s Matt.

“Are you okay? Was that too much?” he questions and you force yourself to turn around.

“I’m fine, it was brilliant.”

“Then why do you look so shaken?” he questions, hands going to rest on your shoulders, as they have countless times over the last few months. You find yourself stepping out of his hold, feeling too raw to stomach being touched right now. Your thoughts are racing and your heart is pounding and being this close to him is too much.

“It was just intense, that’s all.”

“It was, wasn’t it?” he agrees, his eyes boring into your face despite your refusal to meet his gaze. You simply nod, taking another sip of tea.

“It felt real” you breath out and immediately regret it. “Sorry, that’s silly, I didn’t mean…” you trail off, unsure how to express all that you’re thinking and feeling right now.

“I don’t think it’s silly” he replies quietly and you shut your eyes. You have to be imagining things, he can’t possibly be admitting to feeling similarly to you; it’s impossible, for countless reasons. You’re saved from responding by the director calling you back to set and you quickly walk past Matt, mug firmly in your grip as you try to steady yourself to appear professional.

“Ryan loved it guys, that’s a wrap on Daemon and Alys at Harrenhal for season two!” he cheers and the crew bursts into claps and whistles. You force a smile and express your gratitude towards the director and crew before quickly excusing yourself to your trailer, not waiting around to see what Matt has to say to everyone.

Your team must feel your anxious energy because they get you out of costuming, hair, and makeup in record time. You say your farewells, frantically getting into one of the waiting cars that will whisk you away to your hotel. You regret, on some level, not saying goodbye to Matt but you promise yourself you’ll text him in the morning and meet for breakfast.

As the elevator rises you text Emma, Hey, crazy day, room service together tonight?

You toss your phone on the bed without waiting for a reply, peeling off your clothes and jumping in the shower. You just need to wash this day away. Once you feel yourself fully reinhabiting your body again, you turn off the water, dry yourself, and do your skincare before changing into sweats. A knock sounds from your door and you feel more tension leaving your body as you go to answer it, assuming you’ll find Emma on the other side.

Your heart stutters when you’re instead met by Matt’s anxious gaze, his hands feverishly running through his hair. “Matt?”

“You just left” he replies, voice tight with an emotion you can’t place.

“I…I was tired, I just wanted to unwind” you say, offering this half truth. His intense stare makes you fear you aren’t convincing him.

“Can I come in, please? Just for a moment. I can’t help but feel like I did something wrong.”

You nod shallowly, stepping to the side before closing the door behind him. An awkward silence descends and you perch nervously on the foot of your bed. Your phone buzzes beside you and you glance over to see their reply Can’t sorry, I’ve got a night shoot–tomorrow?

“Do you need to get that?” Matt’s voice draws you back to the moment in front of you and you watch as he paces the floor.

“No, Matt, but can you please sit down? You’re making me nervous.”

“I’m sorry, I just…I keep replaying that final take and what you said afterwards and how you disappeared and I can’t help but feel like I’ve crossed a line or upset you.”

“Matt, you heard the director, it was a brilliant move. It worked beautifully, why would that upset me?”

“Because it felt real” he replies and you freeze at your own words repeated back to you. “But it couldn’t have been, could it? We were both in wigs and calling each other different names.”

You don’t know what to say so Matt plows ahead, “Not when we’re friends and colleagues and I’m old enough to be your father.”

You're surprised by the snort that erupts from you, “Matt, that’s a little dramatic. You are not old enough to be my father for Christ’s sake.”

“Well I’m certainly too old to be your partner” he replies quietly, finally stopping his pacing with his back to you. “Far too old to kid myself into thinking you’d be interested in me that way.”

You freeze, your breath stolen from your chest at his words. “Matt?” you question tentatively, rising to place a gentle hand on his shoulder blade but he moves from your touch.

“Fuck, I’m sorry. See? I knew this was stupid and unprofessional and putting you in an uncomfortable position and I value our friendship but still went ahead and blew it up and–”

“Matt” you say firmly and he turns at the stern tone of your voice. His eyes are sad as they meet yours and the slump of his shoulders is so un-Matt-like that it breaks your heart a little. You step forward and place your hand to his cheek, a thrill racing through you as he closes his eyes, nuzzling into your touch. You stay like that for a moment, each of you seemingly nervous to break this fragile moment. Finally, he releases a deep breath and his hands land on your hips as his eyes open again. “This isn’t a good idea.”

“Why?” he questions, stepping closer until your bodies are flush together.

You raise your other hand, gently moving a strand of hair out of his face, “Because I’m just…me and you’re…you’re you, Matt, and you’ll realize that quickly. You’ll also realize that even though I seem to have my life together, I’m ultimately just shy of 30 and still trying to figure shit out. You’re settled, you know who you are and what you want. I can’t offer you the same in return and that’s unfair.”

Your admission hangs in the air between you for a long moment, “But you’d want to? If I told you I’m not remotely concerned about anything you just said?”

“I would but only if you believe me when I tell you I think what you said before is bullshit too.”

He smiles fondly at you, his calloused thumb rising to skim your cheekbone down to your chin, before raising to faintly trace the shape of your mouth. Your heart’s in your throat as you rise on your toes slightly, offering your parted lips to him in offering. His hand curls into your hair as he painstakingly slowly joins your lips together.

Your heart settles at the rightness of the kiss, the care with which he handles you. He allows you to lead the way, your mouths learning the feel of each other before you brush your tongue against his mouth which he gladly opens to you. As your tongues twine, you surrender to the moment, fully leaning your weight into him as you pull him as close as humanly possible. He returns your eagerness with his own and you’re pleased at the soft groan that falls from his lips into yours. When you finally pull away, he drops his forehead to yours as you catch your breaths that mingle in the air between you.

The peaceful moment stretches onward, neither of you wanting to end it. However, your stomach finally does as it rumbles loudly causing Matt to laugh. “I always tell you, just snacking all day is not enough, darling.”

“It’s not snacking, it’s a personalized charcuterie board” you protest, chuckling at this long-standing disagreement.

“Room service? I can’t bear the thought of not being within two feet of you the rest of the night” he says and you nod, chuckling at his admission.

“First Omen?” you question and he scoffs, pulling you onto the bed with him as he grabs the remote.

“Absolutely not, we’re watching the original first” he insists and you hum your assent, curling into his side and you’re struck by how natural it feels. “Youth, these days” he sighs, jokingly.

“You really know how to ruin a moment, don’t you Matthew?”

His only response is to giggle and place a soft kiss to your temple before picking up the phone to order you both a feast.

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 4 months ago

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upon his grace 2

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, age gap, power dynamics, cheating, bullying, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

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Summary: You are called to court after the end of the civil war, but find yourself facing many challenges, expected and not. (fantasy medieval au)

Characters: king!Steve Rogers

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You are summoned to the queen’s chambers shortly after your arrival. You come together with the other young ladies from courtyard in the corridor just before a set of painted doors. Within, Queen Margaret keeps court with her ladies, of whom you are to be one of. The thought alone has you devilishly unnerved.

The guards in their livery greet you with dull eyes. The groom announces your purpose and receives little in return aside from the one soldier’s lazy reach to tap upon the door. He lifts the lever and eases a space between the wood.

“Your highness, you’ve some ladies requesting an audience,” he drones through.

There is some movement from within. A lady servant appears in her white cap and beckons you inward. You are further intimidated by the formality of it all. Marcia and Marigold rush ahead to be first and the three earls’ daughters from the White Plans take up their train. You glance over at Calliope and trail after her.

The doors shut at your back and the lady maid retreats, her soles scuffing amid the murmur around you. You look around the skirts of the other debuts and see women in recline, others perched upon cushions and stools, all at leisure with needle, book, or frame. There is another at the window, sat between two ladies on the bench, the late afternoon breeze stirring the long waves that hang around her face, the rest of her chestnut hair twisted up behind her hood.

The lady maid stands at the wall in deference, “your highness.”

The brunette raises her chin and her eyes narrow at the lot of you. You can barely see much past the shoulders of the twins and the other ladies clustered closely in shared apprehension. Still, the twins stand tall and the other ladies hardly seem as wrought as you in the ceremony of it all.

“The twins of...Mawsley, is it?” The queen declares, “yes, your father proved himself a valuable asset, didn’t he?”

“Your highness,” the twins recite in unison and bow, “Marcia,” the first introduces herself, “Marigold, the second adds.

“How keen,” the queen chimes, “you look as the same person. How amusing.”

“Thank you, your highness,” the sisters chirp.

“And those gowns, wonderful. I may have to ask after your tailor,” Queen Margaret preens, “and where is the Countess’ daughter? I recall I met you once when you were still a child.”

Calliope steps dutifully, “my mother sends her regards.”

“Oh, yes, that poor widow,” the queen bemoans, “she is ever steadfast despite her plight.” She takes pause as you sway to see her, “and the rest of you, forgive me, these last days have been a whirlwind and I’ve heard an endless slew of names one after another.

“Lady Selene,” the very lady proclaims.

“Lady Ameri,” she bows in quick succession.

“Lady Dorida,” the last shows her courtesy in an elegant bend.

As you come forward, the twins push their arms together as if to block you out with their sleeves. You sidle side to side and sweep around their skirts with an ungraceful stumble, “your highness,” you greet as if you have something stuck in your throat. You swallow before you can muster your own name and title.

“Woodsdam,” the queen tilts her head and looks from the lady at her left shoulder to the one on her right, “I’ve never heard of it.”

“Neither have I,” the leftmost agrees.

“Farmland,” the right says.

“Yes, your highness, my father is a farmer, but an earl as well,” you supply.

“Mm,” the queen looks down her nose as her lips thin, “it appears the Woodsdam style is much... defined. I don’t think I’ve seen that style gown since my grandmother was still on earth.”

You look down at your modest cotton. The square cut of your bodice is much different than the other ladies’ rounded collars. Your mother crafted the dress from pieces and the seams are tidy, yet it does lack a similar flair to the others around the chamber. You raise your eyes and keep your composure as best you can.

“Many thanks, your highness.”

The queen scoffs, “quaint, indeed.” She sits straighter though her posture is already unyieldingly staunch, “ladies, please acquaint yourself. And be certain to pay heed to these ladies who know well the ways of court. For all that’s changed in these past years, we will retain as ever our elegance and our etiquette.”

You peer around, uncertain what comes next. A lady stands and calls to Calliope, “Lady, it is me, Gwendolyn, of the Spades. Near Clovers, you will know it?”

Calliope accepts the initiation and there is a swift storm of voices swirling around the lot of you. You flutter hopefully that someone might think of Woodsdam or might’ve been to the waterfall near Aquil, not far from your father’s hold. The twins confer still with the queen and her ladies, trilling and giggling, as Serena and Dorida marvel over another ladies’ sewing frame, and Ameri is overly familiar with a lady swollen with child.

You drift away from the centre of the chamber, trying not to draw unwarranted attention. It would do little for any to note your insignificance. You’ve all to soon faded into obscurity. No one cares for a farmer’s daughter.

“Eh, do you read?” The question startles you and has you spinning to face its speaker. She looks as she sounds; squawkish. Birdlike. Her blond waves are woven with strands of silver and her hooked nose is not unbecoming.

“Yes, lady, I do,” you answer, uncertain if she is genuine or she means it as jab.

“Have you read Corswin? He wrote a fair tale about a shepherdess.”

“I’ve not heard of him,” you recover your confidence at her interest. It is clear she humours you, that she is speaking to only keep you from floundering.

“I must lend you a book or two,” she insists, “come sit with me. These old hens grow tiresome.”

“Many thanks, my lady,” you accept and claim the stool next to her, shifting it closer.

“Sarah,” she gives her name, “Woodsdam. I’ve never been. I hate the swamps.”

“Oh,” you nod, “yes, it isn’t very swampy. Only in the rainy seasons but we get the sun.”

“Mm, still, I’ve been down Ashton and I hated the place. My horses caught some sickness there,” she gripes, “perhaps though, your home is more pleasant. A woman old as me, though, I don’t venture far as it is.” She tuts and taps her oval nails on the book in her lap, “if my son wasn’t so foolish as to take up his sword, I’d still be in my library, hidden away from these chits.”

You clasp your hands together and smile. She’s amicable and you wouldn’t want to bother too much. She flutters the pages of her book and huffs. You look around, sensing some intrigue from the other ladies though they do their best not to let their flitting eyes be caught.

“All these birds know how to do is cloister themselves up like nuns,” she bemoans, “I’d as soon be out in the sunlight. If I were home, I’d be in my courtyard with a better book than this,” she wags the volume in agitation, “and you, lady? What is it you do on the farmstead? Chase hens?”

“We have geese,” you say, “though they aren’t truly kept. They sort’ve linger around. And some cattle.”

“It does sound rather bucolic, this must be all so drab to you, castle walls and dusty tapestries.”

“Oh, it’s all so wonderful,” you expound.

“It is?” She drawls tritely, “aren’t these ladies of ours so polite? The way they whisper about our hems and our titles. Don’t let yourself be fooled, though I suppose that should be as good a warning against myself. Ladies of the court are like crows; the like shiny things and the hold grudges, and sometimes, they needn’t even a reason to peck your eyes out.”

You close your lips and swallow. Her tidings only underline the unwelcome forged in the queen’s introduction. All you might forgive is at least she seems genuine in her girding. You look down at your skirts and run your fingers down a crease.

“The dress is not so hideous,” she assures gently, “some of the ladies do forget we did just fight a war. There are those without silks and without food in their bellies. They should weigh their fortune that they are still alive and well.”

Your eyes meet and she looks a little less stony. She turns her head to the window and her gaze drifts into the distance. You follow them with a sense of solemnity. Again, you snare a few glances from the others. Many men died, women and children too. It wouldn’t do to care so much for what people think of your wardrobe.

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Your first day at the castle ends in a fine supper of freshly baked bread, beef with gravy, and seasoned scallions, onions, and sweet herbs. It is not so hearty as your mother’s stew which you share as often with the servants nor so delicious. It’s a different sort of taste but not unpleasant.

You retire at the queen’s behest. She declares she must see to her husband and several of the other ladies claim the same of their own. You rise and wait courteously to tail after other ladies, not wanting to get underfoot as you so often did on the farm. As you stand aside, Lady Sarah swats you with her book.

Skirts swish against the rows of chairs and benches that line the long table. The dining chamber is set with the portrait of peregrine and similarly hawkish depictions woven into tapestry and tablecloth alike. Despite the uniform decor, the furniture is mismatched and the hews of wood and metal alternate with each piece.

“Don’t fear the stampede, little calf, run with it,” she chides, “ah, I’ve decades upon these sows and they plod like heifers.”

He uncouth words draw your surprise. She laughs at the look you send her and waves you off with the hardcover. She shoulders past you without pause.

“One day you will see, it is better to speak the truth than let it shred up your soul,” she tosses over her shoulder. “Ah, naivete, how entertaining you are.”

Her voice carries and you notice how the other women shy away from her. There’s a glint of deference to the tilt in their chins as they part for her like a like drawn in the sand with a stick. You wonder how she can be so bold and why the other might tolerate it. As Queen Margaret girded, you are to maintain propriety. Sarah seems to carry the same manners as any farmhand you’d known.

You hurry to meet Calliope near the door as she departs. She seems the tamest of the lot thus far. Sharp-witted but not needlessly cruel. She turns her head slightly in acknowledgement of your presence.

“There you are,” she mutters.

“Did you enjoy the afternoon?” You ask brightly.

“Enjoy? I tempered it,” she retorts, “I’ve the measure of most ladies.”

“The measure? They were all quite friendly.”

“You are too friendly,” she admonishes, “this is court, you cannot be so simple. Each lady is attached to a lord, thus they work upon his purposes. Her ears are always listening, eyes always seeing.”

“What do you mean?”

“You represent your father and though mine may be in the ground, I carry his mantle all the same. We are our houses, not ourselves here,” she keeps her voice low and slows markedly to keep away from the others, “you should count yourself fortunate for my wise counsel, lady, for no other would give it.”

You chew on her words, tasting their bitterness, “so why do you, Lady Calliope?”

“For I despise those twins and I know they aren’t so keen on you,” she sighs, “and I saw you as any other did with the dowager.”

“The dowager?” You echo.

“The king’s mother, Lady Sarah,” she sends you a sharp look, “don’t tell me you didn’t realise?”

“Oh? No? She spoke of books and her gardens, she didn’t mention...” you peter off and snap your mouth shut. But she had, she did say her son ran off to war. “Oh!”

“Oh! Indeed,” Calliope mocks and shakes her head. “Look, I’ve not the patience for these women, but you’re not so bad. You don’t speak without meaning. Shall we be companions?”

“Pardon?” You let your surprise bleed through.

“I need at least one person I might stomach, how about you? I don’t think the others are so eager to be friends. Marcia did say how you look like a peasant.”

“She did?” You frown.

“Hm, you need me,” she insists, “you can’t let yourself be so whimsical. Never mind what they say or think. What do they care so much for anyhow? They are a duke’s daughters, they will do well enough.”

You carry on next to her. You feel as if you’re being pulled in all different directions though all tell you just the same. Be wary

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sentientgolfball · 4 months ago

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okay golfball NO i cant stop thinking about the phantom/mountain and then swiss think nghngnghg the fucking ENDING arghgfhhfhg id totally die if you wrote a continuation to this like...does swiss accept the challenge??? how does phantom feel about maybe being fought over so soon??? maybe they discover they have a thing for objectification and/or posessiveness??? i MUST know my friend

I think. Mayhaps. I got a little carried away with this. I hope everyone enjoys part 2 to this mwhehehehehe :3

Word Count: 2953

Tags: irresponsible use of earth magick, probably the meanest I've written Mount, objectification, free use

He’s stopped by a low growl coming from Mountain. He looks up, meeting his emerald eyes. He can see the warning in the way they darken. Swiss grins, fangs flashing in the dim light of the setting sun. He’s never been one to back down from a challenge.

“You know, sharing is caring Mount.” Swiss tugs Phantom closer to him with the grip on their tail. They whimper despite the way their cock begins to chub up again.

Mountain doesn’t respond verbally. He growls again, deep like rolling thunder. He bares his fangs and his eyes begin to glow softly. It takes Swiss a moment to process, but he’s too late. The forest of plants in Mountain’s room come to life, thick, leafy vines wrapping around his arms and neck. Swiss curses and tries to fight his way out of their grip, but he can’t. Not without destroying them. The vines tighten and twist until they’re able to force Swiss to let go of Phantom, tying his arms securely behind his back. He glares at Mountain.

“You really wanna do this? Right in front of the new summon?”

“Yeah hey what the fuck is going on?” Phantom murmurs.

Mountain doesn’t respond. Either because he didn’t hear them or he doesn’t care to answer, Swiss isn’t sure. Instead he tugs Phantom closer until they’re squished against his chest.

“Hey Mountain. Buddy—oh.” They’re stopped when he sinks his fangs into the side of their neck. He keeps eye contact with Swiss. Phantom squirms in his arms. Their cock gets so hard so fast it makes them lightheaded.

“Are you fucking serious,” Swiss snarls, “You’re that much of a possessive bitch you can’t even—“

The vines around Swiss’ neck tighten. Not enough to cut off airflow, but enough to have him gasping. He thrashes, instincts taking over as he tries to get away. They only grow tighter around him.

Mountain detaches himself from Phantom’s neck, blood staining his lips. He doesn’t seal the wound, letting rivers of ruby drip down their chest. He swipes his tongue over his fangs, still holding eye contact with Swiss. Phantom is panting quietly in the space between them.

“You don’t touch things that don’t belong to you,” Mountain’s voice is deep, deeper than usual and gravelly.

The words make something stir within Phantom. The sinister look in Mountain’s eyes isn’t helping that feeling. They’ve never belonged to anyone before. Never had more than a few interactions with other ghouls before being summoned. Now they’re pressed tight to this massive earth ghoul’s chest with their blood running down his face, staining his fangs. That combined with the sudden change from sweet and attentive to predatory and snarling has their head swimming. The gentle Mountain was nice, but they think they’d like to get to know this one even more.

Their focus is pulled from Mountain with choked off curses in Infernal spilling from Swiss’ lips. They watch him struggling against the vines, black and white eyes rapidly changing colors as he tries to get ahold of his elements. They knew Swiss had eyes for them, kind of hard not to with their quintessence. But watching him actively trying to defy Mountain, just to get to them, makes more heat pool in their stomach. It makes their cock throb where it’s trapped against Mountain’s abdomen.

Mountain grips their jaw hard, forcing them to look back at him. His expression is cold, a stark contrast to the adoration from mere moments ago. Mountain studies them, eyeing them like a bug caught under a microscope. Phantom feels their cheek heat at his stoic gaze. Suddenly he sighs.

“Will you be quiet,” he growls, snapping his fangs.

Swiss gets one last hiss in before another vine wraps around his mouth, effectively gagging him. If looks could kill, Mountain would be a dead man. Swiss’ tail lashes wildly behind him, the air whistling behind him as it whips.

“Better,” he turns his attention back to Phantom,” since he cannot fathom that I got to you first, I’ll just have to restake my claim.”

Phantom gasps when they feel Mountain trace a finger around their hole. He doesn’t hesitate to dip two fingers inside, reveling in the feeling of his cum still there. It’s not like they need the prep after the first time, but Mountain doesn’t care. He likes listening to the sweet little sounds they make when he curls his fingers just right. And he loves watching Swiss sweat, eyes blazing with desire and breathing heavily through his nostrils like the muzzled beast he is. He slips a third finger in, still meeting no resistance, just to watch his pupils blow.

Mountain grins when he feels Phantom’s tail wrap around his forearm. He uses his other hand to gently pet along the length of it before unwinding it. He tugs their tail up roughly, earning a wounded little whine. He exposes them completely, staring down Swiss over their shoulder while he works his fingers. Swiss played the wrong game with the wrong ghoul. Mountain won’t relent until he’s crying. But Swiss is a stubborn fool, he won’t go down just from some foreplay. Good thing Mountain is determined.

He slides his fingers out of Phantom with a slick pop, spreading their cheeks just so Swiss can watch his cum drip out of their ass. He growls, fangs puncturing the vine that’s wrapped around his mouth. Mountain flinches, glaring at him.

“Do that again and we’ll have a real problem on our hands.” A vine with massive thorns slithers out from under the bed, stopping right at Swiss’ feet. The thorns are thick, all black and red at the very tips. Swiss immediately recognizes them as flora from the Pit. He’s too afraid to even wonder how Mountain was able to grow these, let alone why.

Just as quickly as they appeared, they disappear. Slithering back under the bed, out of sight but not out of mind. Swiss just nods, message received loud and clear. Mountain hums before turning his attention back to Phantom. He slides his hands up, wrapping around their waist. Phantom follows the movement with their eyes and nearly chokes when they see his thumbs are practically touching. Obviously Mountain is big, but they never realized how small they were.

They don’t have long to sit on this revelation before his hold tightens. He grips them roughly, sure to leave bruises in the morning. Mountain lifts them with ease, positioning them so that their hole is hovering right over his cock. Mountain shifts to plant his hooves firmly on the mattress. The movement brushes the tip against them and Phantom lets out a shuddering breath. Without warning Mountain slams them down, hips meeting hips. They’re still so open from the first time that he goes in with almost no resistance. There’s the faintest stinging feeling of stretching and it makes Phantom’s mouth water.

“You were made for me weren’t you?” Mountain rumbles as he begins to rock his hips up into them.

Phantom just nods deliriously, a soft little uhhuh falling from their lips. It’s too hard to think of a more intelligible response with a dick the size of their forearm pushing against their prostate. Mountain hums in approval before dipping his head to lick up the trails of dried blood. He drags his tongue all the way to the source. The bite is no longer dripping, but it’s still wet and shiny with the blood that’s bubbling at the surface. Mountain traces the outline of his fang indents before wrapping his lips around the wound and sucking. Phantom keens, digging their claws into his shoulders. The pricks of pain send a zap of pleasure down Mountain’s spine, pooling in his stomach. He slams his hips into Phantom with enough force to have them gasping.

Swiss can’t take his eyes off of where they meet, can’t look away from the sight of Phantom’s hole stretching around Mountain’s cock. From the way each thrust has more and more of Mountain’s cum dripping down his length to coat his balls. He’s so hard it hurts and he wants nothing more than to bury himself inside of his sweet little bug. He knows exactly what to do to get what he wants. He just has to wait. Wait until Mountain’s focus waivers enough for Swiss to use his own little bit of earth to get these vines off of him. Until then he’ll enjoy the show.

Phantom feels overwhelmed in the best way possible. They can’t decide whether to focus on the feeling of Mountain practically sucking their blood or the way he’s hammering into a spot so deep within them they didn’t even realize it was there. It’s maddening and they want more. That combined with the feeling of Swiss’ gaze on their body makes their mind feel fuzzy. Being put on display like this makes everything feel more intense if that were even possible. Sure they’ve seen their new packmates go at each other, but to be on the other end of it is something else entirely. They think they prefer it this way.

Mountain hits a particularly good spot and it has their body instinctively clenching. Though, it’s a fruitless effort with how stretched open they are. Still, Mountain must feel something because he grunts against Phantom’s skin before picking up the pace. It has Phantom gasping and writhing against him, falling boneless against his chest. They wrap their arms around his shoulders and bury their face in the crook of his neck, trying to stay grounded. It's all they can do with the force Mountain is fucking them.

“Taking it so good bug,” he murmurs into their ear, “nobody is ever going to be able to fuck you like this. They’ll try and all you’ll be able to do is think of me.”

Swiss narrows his eyes. He can’t hear what he’s saying, but he knows if Mountain is muttering filth into Phantom’s ear then he’s close. Swiss won’t have to wait to get his hands on his little bug much longer. His black and white eyes shift to a deep forest green as he begins to work his own earth magick into the vines.

Mountain doesn’t notice. He’s too caught up in the feeling of Phantom wrapped around him. Too close to care about anything that’s not immediate pleasure. He sucks a mark in the space between their ear and jaw and they let out the prettiest, high pitched moan. That’s enough for Mountain. He gets about three good thrusts in before he cums with a shout. He rocks his hips through the waves of his orgasm, fucking his spend as deep as he can inside of Phantom. He kisses and licks across their neck, taking in as much of that ozone and frozen apple scent as he can. He’s not even aware of them shaking in his arms, working their way through their own release. That is, until a sudden weight on the bed steals his attention.

Mountain lifts his head from Phantom’s neck slowly, chest still heaving. Swiss is kneeling on the mattress right next to them, a dangerous grin on his face. Mountain watches the green bleed from his eyes, shifting back to their normal black and white.

“My turn.” He narrows his eyes.

To his surprise, Mountain relents. He loosens his hold on Phantom enough that Swiss is able to pull them against him.

“You going soft on me, Mount?” Swiss teases, hungry eyes roaming over Phantom.

“Not at all.”

Swiss yelps when a hand wraps around a horn, yanking his head to expose his neck. Mountain shifts the fabric of his muscle tee out of the way, just enough to expose the raised lines of scarred tissue that rests in the spot where shoulder meets neck.

“No harm in letting my toys play for a little.” As if to drive his point home, Mountain presses his thumb into the old mark. Swiss involuntarily whimpers at the pressure, a blush dusting his cheeks.

Normally he’d argue, make things difficult just for his own amusement. Not this time. Swiss has been handed what he wants on a silver platter and he’s not going to push his luck. He’ll save that for another night. Instead he shakes himself out of Mountain’s hold, glaring at him before turning his attention to Phantom. He runs a clawed hand through their hair, earning himself a reedy little whine when he scratches against their scalp.

“You wanna be used so bad, don’t you?” Swiss asks all too sweet for the situation at hand.

“Please,” Phantom breathes before they can even think about what Swiss is saying.

“Oh an eager little thing. I like that. Don’t you worry bug, I’ll give you exactly what you want.” Swiss uses his other hand to pull the waistband of his sweatpants down.

He slides them down far enough to get his cock out, not bothering with taking them all the way off. Phantom’s eyes go wide at the little gold bead at the tip. They didn’t know you could get pierced there too. Swiss laughs at the way they stare at it.

“Like what you see?”

“Uhhuh” Phantom mumbles with a shake of their head.

Swiss hums, “Why don’t you show it how much you like it?”

Swiss uses the hand in their hair to bring them that much closer to his cock. Phantom gets the hint, tongue flicking out to experimentally lick at the slit. They make a low noise in their throat when the taste of him hits their tongue. They dive back in, tongue lapping up every drop of pre that bubbles up.

“Come on buggy, kiss it. Suck it. It’s not nice to tease.”

Mountain snorts, “That’s rich coming from you.”

“Can it dirt boy. You know you—“

Swiss chokes on his words when Phantom wraps their lips around the tip of his cock. They run the flat of their tongue over the bar of the piercing and Swiss sees stars. The hand nestled in their hair tightens, pushing them down farther. He’s able to shove them down until their nose is pressed against the coarse hair at the base without them gagging or pulling back. Swiss laughs when realization hits.

“You really were made for taking dick, huh?”

Phantom looks up at him through their lashes. There’s a sheen of wetness in their eyes, but they don’t make a move to detach themselves from him. Swiss gives an experimental roll of his hips and the little noise they make stokes the fire in his veins. He gently traces their jaw with the tips of his fingers, trailing them down until he wraps that hand around their throat. Swiss doesn’t apply any pressure, just holds them.

He pulls out of their mouth until just the tip is resting against their bottom lip. He tilts his head, flashes a fang filled smile before shoving himself back in in one go. He fucks Phantom’s throat with urgency, desperate now that he finally has his cock in them. He doesn’t even feel the bite of their claws in his thighs, too lost in the feeling of himself through their skin. Phantom is pliant, breathing heavily through their nose and keeping their jaw lax so Swiss can take what he needs. They want to be used. They like being used.

Swiss can’t take his eyes off of their face. The dusky little blush that goes from the tips of their ears to the base of their neck. Their unfocused, hazy eyes. Pupils blown, consumed entirely by lust. The stray trails of tears that manage to slip from the corners. The way their lips and chin are shiny from a mix of drool and pre. It’s too much for him. Fuck it’s too much.

He gets a few more good thrusts in before he slams them down as far as they’ll possibly go. Swiss’ head tips back when he cums, a long drawn out moan echoing around the room. He shudders as Phantom eagerly swallows around him, drinking down every last drop. Savoring the taste of him. Swiss finally pulls them off when pleasure turns to overstimulation.

They smile deliriously at him, a line of salvia still connecting their lips to the head of his cock. Swiss smiles back, pulling them up to his chest and flopping back onto the pillows. Mountain shifts so that he can pull the tangle of ghouls closer to him.

“You with us little love?” Mountain runs his hands through their hair, careful to not pull on any knots.

“I think…I think I discovered some things about myself tonight,” they laugh a little, smiling at both of the bigger ghouls.

“Glad we could be of service.” Swiss kisses between their horns with a grin.

They chuff happily, nuzzling their nose into the crook of Swiss’ neck. Their tail wrapping around one of Mountain’s legs. Mountain shifts closer to Swiss, resting his head on top of his, careful to avoid his horns. Swiss tilts his head up to press a kiss to the underside of his jaw.

“I didn’t hurt you did I?” Mountain murmurs into his hair.

“No Momo I’m okay. Scared the fuck of me though when you brought out that trailing death.”

Mountain hums, “You know I’d never actually let it prick you, right?”

Swiss kisses him again, gently rubbing at the base of Phantom’s horn, “Course I do…but why the fuck do you even have that?”

Mountain pulls back ever so slightly, just even to be able to look down at him. He smiles, “Its leaves make a wonderful sedative. So sweet you’d never know they were in there.”

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SUPREME DARKNESS

SUDA-JP001 Evil HERO Toxic Bubble

Level 4 WATER Fiend Effect Monster

ATK 800

DEF 1200

You can only Special Summon with the (1)st effect of this card’s name once per turn. You can only use the (2)nd effect of this card’s name once per turn.

(1) You can Special Summon this card (from your hand). If Summoned this way, you cannot Special Summon for the rest of this turn, except “HERO” monsters.

(2) If this card is Special Summoned and you control a Fusion Monster that must be Special Summoned with “Dark Fusion”: You can draw 2 cards.

Note: This card is an Evil HERO version of “Elemental Hero (Neo) Bubbleman”.

SUDA-JP002 Evil HERO Death Prison

Level 4 LIGHT Rock Effect Monster

ATK 1700

DEF 1100

You can only Special Summon with the (1)st effect of this card’s name once per turn. You can only use the (2)nd effect of this card’s name once per turn.

(1) If you control a Fusion Monster that must be Special Summoned with “Dark Fusion”, you can Special Summon this card (from your hand).

(2) You can send 1 “HERO” monster from your Deck to the GY; if you Fusion Summon a “HERO” monster this turn, this face-up card can be used as a substitute for any 1 Fusion Material whose name is mentioned on it, but the other materials must be correct.

Note: This card is an Evil HERO version of “Elemental HERO Prisma”.

SUDA-JP003 Evil HERO Hell Rider (Evil HERO Infernal Rider)

Level 6 WIND Fiend Effect Monster

ATK 2100

DEF 800

You can only use the (1)st and (2)nd effect of this card’s name each once per turn.

(1) If this card is Normal or Special Summoned: You can add 1 “Dark Fusion” from your Deck or GY to your hand.

(2) You can banish this card and 4 other monsters from your GY; Set 1 “Super Polymerization” from your Deck, also, until the end of your opponent’s turn, you cannot Special Summon, except “HERO” monsters, but you can Fusion Summon Fusion Monsters that must be Special Summoned with “Dark Fusion”, with effects other than it.

Note: This card references Picador (Arch)fiend, which showed up in O’Brien’s nightmare dreams of Supreme King Judai.

SUDA-JP031 Evil HERO Neos Lord

Level 10 DARK Fiend Fusion Effect Monster

ATK 2500

DEF 2500

Materials: “Elemental HERO Neos” or 1 Fusion Monster that mentions it + 1 Effect Monster on the field

Must be Special Summoned with “Dark Fusion”. You can only use the (1)st effect of this card’s name once per turn.

(1) If this card is Special Summoned, OR if a monster(s) is sent to your opponent’s GY while this monster is on the field: You can target 1 face-up monster your opponent controls; take control of it.

(2) Cannot be destroyed by battle or card effects.

SUDA-JP032 Evil HERO Inferno Wing – Hellback Fire (Evil HERO Inferno Wing – Infernal Backlash)

Level 6 FIRE Fiend Fusion Effect Monster

ATK 2100

DEF 1200

Materials: “Elemental HERO Avian” or “Elemental HERO Burstinatrix” + 1 “HERO” monster

Must be Special Summoned with “Dark Fusion”. You can only use the (1)st and (2)nd effect of this card’s name each once per turn.

(1) If this card is Special Summoned: You can add 1 “Dark Fusion” or 1 card that mentions it from your Deck or GY to your hand, except a Fusion Monster.

(2) If your “HERO” monster destroys an opponent’s monster by battle: Inflict 2100 damage to them.

Note: This card takes its name from the effect of “Evil HERO Inferno Wing”, not the attack.

SUDA-JP033 Evil HERO Dark Knight

Level 8 EARTH Fiend Fusion Effect Monster

ATK 1600

DEF 0

Materials: 1 Fiend monster + 1 Warrior monster

Must be Special Summoned with “Dark Fusion”.

(1) Monsters your opponent controls lose ATK equal to the total original ATK of the Fusion Materials used for this card’s Summon.

(2) Can make a second attack during each Battle Phase.

(3) If this face-up Special Summoned card you control leaves the field by your opponent: You can target 1 Fiend or Warrior monster in your GY; Special Summon it in Defense Position.

SUDA-JP051 Dark Contact

Normal Spell Card

(1) Activate 1 of these effects (but you can only use each effect of this card’s name once per turn);

● Fusion Summon 1 Fusion Monster that must be Special Summoned with “Dark Fusion” from your Extra Deck, by shuffling its materials from your field, GY, and/or banishment into the Deck. (This is treated as a Fusion Summon with “Dark Fusion”.)

● Add 1 “Supreme King’s Castle” or “Dark Fusion” from your Deck to your hand.

SUDA-JP052 Evil Assault

Normal Spell Card

You can only use the (1)st and (2)nd effect of this card’s name each once per turn.

(1) Discard 1 card; you cannot Special Summon from the Extra Deck for the rest of this turn after this card resolves, except “HERO” monsters, also take 1 Level 4 or lower “Evil HERO” monster from your Deck, and either add it to your hand or Special Summon it.

(2) If this card is in your GY, except the turn it was sent there: You can banish it; add 1 “Dark Fusion” from your GY to your hand.

SUDA-JP067 Dark Supremacy

Normal Trap Card

You can only use the (1)st and (2)nd effect of this card’s name each once per turn.

(1) Target face-up cards your opponent controls up to the number of “Dark Fusion” and Spells that mention it in your GY; negate their effects until the end of this turn.

(2) If this card is in your GY, except the turn it was sent there: You can banish it, then target up to 5 “HERO” monsters in your GY and/or banishment; shuffle them into the Deck.

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