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[moonlight-joy]

The Rogue’s Claim

Fandom: House of Dragon

Summary: You are a noblewoman from a powerful Valyrian house that rivals the Targaryens. Your betrothal to another man doesn’t sit well with Daemon, who has desired you for years. On the eve of your wedding, Daemon sneaks into your chambers with an outrageous proposal.

Pairing: Reader/Daemon Targaryen

The grand halls of your family’s estate shimmered with opulence. Gilded candelabras lined the walls, casting a golden glow over the silk tapestries that depicted the glory of your Valyrian lineage. Tomorrow, the estate would host a wedding—your wedding. Yet as the eve of your union approached, you felt no joy, no anticipation. Only dread.

You sat by the window of your chambers, the soft light of the moon spilling over your silver hair, a trait that marked your Valyrian heritage. The weight of your betrothal hung heavy on your heart. It was a strategic match, one that would secure your family’s power and elevate their standing even further. But it was not a match of your choosing.

And it was not with him.

Daemon Targaryen. The Rogue Prince. The man who had haunted your thoughts and your dreams for years. His presence had always been magnetic, his charm as dangerous as the fire that ran through his veins. You had known from the start that he was trouble. Yet, no matter how much you tried to bury your feelings, Daemon had ignited a flame within you that refused to die.

Tonight, that flame would consume you.

The soft creak of the door startled you from your thoughts. You turned sharply, your heart pounding as a shadow slipped into the room. The firelight caught on silver hair and violet eyes, and you knew instantly who it was.

“Daemon,” you whispered, your voice trembling. “What are you doing here?”

He smirked, the corner of his mouth curling in that infuriatingly confident way. “You didn’t think I’d let you go so easily, did you?”

“You shouldn’t be here,” you said, though your words lacked conviction. “If my family finds you…”

“Let them find me,” he interrupted, stepping closer. His voice was low, dangerous, filled with the kind of promise that made your pulse race. “If I can’t have you, no one will.”

You stood, your hands clutching the fabric of your gown as if it could anchor you. “Daemon, please. Tomorrow, I—”

“Tomorrow, you’ll bind yourself to a man you don’t love,” he growled, his eyes blazing with anger and desperation. “A man who doesn’t deserve you. Do you think I’ll stand by and watch that happen?”

Tears stung your eyes as his words cut through you. “And what would you have me do?” you asked, your voice breaking. “If I leave with you, I lose everything.”

Daemon reached for you, his hands warm and steady as they cupped your face. “No,” he said, his tone softening. “You gain everything. You gain freedom. You gain love. You gain me.”

Your breath hitched as his words settled over you. For years, you had dreamed of this moment, of him choosing you, fighting for you. Yet the weight of duty and family loyalty bore down on you like chains.

“They’ll never forgive me,” you whispered, your voice trembling. “My family… the realm…”

“Let them burn,” Daemon said fiercely. “You are fire itself. You don’t belong to them. You belong to me, as I belong to you.”

The intensity in his gaze, the raw vulnerability beneath his defiance, broke something inside you. Tears slipped down your cheeks, and Daemon’s thumb gently wiped them away. “Say the word, and we’ll leave tonight,” he urged. “We’ll run far away from all of this.”

“And where would we go?” you asked, your voice barely audible.

“Anywhere,” he replied. “Everywhere. As long as we’re together.”

Your heart warred with your mind. The life you had been raised to embrace, the expectations placed upon you—they all paled in comparison to the man standing before you, offering you his heart and his freedom.

Finally, you whispered, “Take me away from here.”

The night air was crisp as you and Daemon slipped through the shadows of your family’s estate. Without dragons to carry you, the journey ahead would be long and treacherous. But Daemon had planned for this. Two horses waited just beyond the gates, their breaths misting in the cold night air.

Daemon helped you mount, his hands lingering on yours for a moment longer than necessary. “Stay close to me,” he said, his voice firm. “No matter what happens.”

“I will,” you promised, your heart pounding with a mixture of fear and exhilaration.

The two of you rode through the night, the sound of hooves echoing against the silence. The world seemed to blur around you, the weight of your decision pressing against your chest. Yet, for the first time in years, you felt alive.

As the journey stretched on, you found solace in Daemon’s presence. Around campfires under starlit skies, he spoke of a future where no one could dictate your fate. His words painted a vision of freedom, of a life where you could simply be together without the weight of expectation.

“We’ll make a new life,” Daemon said as the first light of dawn crept over the horizon. “One where no one can tell us who to be or how to love.”

For the first time in years, you felt hope bloom in your chest. The path ahead was uncertain, but with Daemon by your side, you knew you could face anything.

“I’m yours,” you said, turning to look at him. “And you are mine.”

Daemon’s smile was soft, his eyes filled with a love that burned brighter than dragon fire. “Always,” he vowed.

Days turned into weeks as the two of you made your way farther from the reach of your family. Each village and town you passed through seemed to blur into the next, but the freedom you felt was intoxicating. For the first time in your life, you weren’t just surviving—you were living.

One evening, as the two of you rested near a quiet stream, Daemon handed you a small, carved trinket—a dragon made of polished obsidian. “I saw this in the last town,” he said, his voice softer than usual. “It reminded me of you.”

You turned the small figure over in your hands, touched by the thoughtfulness of the gesture. “Because I’m as stubborn as a dragon?” you teased, smiling.

“No,” he said, his gaze locking with yours. “Because you’re as fierce and beautiful as one.”

Your cheeks warmed, and you leaned in to press a kiss to his lips. “And you’re impossible,” you whispered against his mouth. “But I wouldn’t have you any other way.”

Despite the joy you found in each other, the shadow of your family’s reach loomed ever-present. One fateful day, as you and Daemon rested at an inn far from the capital, a rider arrived bearing your family’s sigil. You spotted him through the window, the sight sending a chill down your spine.

“They’ve found us,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

Daemon was at your side in an instant, his hand on the hilt of his sword. “Let them come,” he said, his voice a low growl. “They’ll regret it.”

You placed a hand on his arm, stopping him. “We can’t fight them, Daemon. Not here. Innocent people will get hurt.”

His jaw tightened, but he nodded. “Then we’ll leave. Again.”

And so, the two of you vanished once more into the night, leaving behind the life you had started to build. But even as the road stretched endlessly before you, one thing remained constant: the love you and Daemon shared. It was a fire that refused to be extinguished, no matter how many forces tried to snuff it out.

As the sun set on another day, you turned to Daemon and said, “Thank you. For choosing me. For fighting for me.”

He pulled you into his arms, his lips brushing against your forehead. “I’ll always choose you,” he said. “No matter what it takes.”

And in that moment, you knew that as long as you had Daemon, you had everything you needed.

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[multiwreckedmess]

Kinktober Day 4

Prompt: Teratophilia Pairing: monster!IN(Jeongin) x fem!reader WC: 3,395 (I literally said “what” outloud...no way) Summary: Would you still love me if I was a worm? Of course you would! But what if I had three tails and claws and teeth sharp enough to rip your throat out and black eyes? Would you still love me then? This is a work of fiction, it does not represent IN or any Stray Kids member. On top of this it is an 18+ work. For my comfort and boundaries please if you are under age do not interact with this.  Additional warnings under the cut.

TW/CW: Idk a great tag for this but Jeongin’s conscious is essentially trapped when he shifts into a monster (unwillingly), the monster is very enthusiastic about fucking, Jeongin is not so much out of fear you’ll get hurt. That said IDK where to rate on the consent scale.

Also I use italics to indicate conversations between the monster and Jeongin. Sorry if that’s annoying or unclear.

Simple warnings - monsterfucking, big dick, humping, unprotected sex, breeding, knotting.

 “Babe, I think you need to know something about me before you start fantasizing about our dream apartment together,” Jeongin sighs. He knew this day was coming. For as excited as he was to dream about the future with you, he was afraid. He knew if it got to this point he’d have to tell you. Mentally listing the number of people who knew and the number of people who’d stuck around he found the number could be held in one hand alone.  You don’t even look up from your phone, scrolling aimlessly, waiting for him. Your eyes flick up to look at him as he fails to continue further. “Mhm. Okay?   “You know how you have a time of the month and like, I am super understanding and buy you supplies and have no problem going out to grab pads or even, like, lay down a towel because a good orgasm can really help cramps? I’m going to need you to be just as understanding okay?   Finally you look up from your phone, concerned. “You don’t need the monologue, what’s up?   He takes another deep breath, hands gripping his knees. Staring straight forward he blurts his whole prepared speech, “I’m actually a monster. A real monster with teeth and fangs. Once a month I need to lock myself to a chair because the need becomes too strong and I could-I could hurt people.”  You’re a blank, expressionless. It worries him, it isn’t a reaction he’d prepared for. “Okay? Like a theoretical monster or-”  “No, like a schedule three restricted access elevated permissions type monster. As in only a few people and even fewer know who are alive. Real serious shit type of monster.   Your brows furrow, “like a werewolf or…?”  At least you don’t look scared. It’s only natural for you to have questions he tells himself. “It’s complicated. Not like one of those hollywood types. Technically I think I’m ‘otherwise unspecified’ but, to summarize, think scales and teeth and wings and talons and black eyes.   The fear and regret and panic in your precious Innie’s eyes is hard to miss. The rapid way he’s rattling through the worst as a nervous habit proves his sincerity. You smile softly at him, “I think I need to see for myself.”  “What no. NO. I could- did you not hear me? I could hurt you if I-” he shudders. “If I get free I don’t know-I couldn’t guarantee-I’m not myself.   You shrug and turn back to your phone, “I trust you. I just wanna see.”

  It takes weeks of working on him to get him to agree to let you join him on his formerly labeled “boys night”. It was not without a long list of compromises on your part. You were to only observe through glass of the french doors in his living room. He would wear additional heavy duty cuffs and chains to hold him back in case the first set failed.  “No matter what,” he reminded you as you locked him into the recessed hooks behind his couch, “no matter what you cannot touch me and you cannot leave the next room. Not even to leave the apartment. The apartment door is the last line of defense and if I get out-”  ‘I know. You’ve said a billion times Innie,” you say as you push his hair back. “It’ll be fine. I trust you.   Jeongin shakes his head, holding his tongue. So stupidly confident, he knew no matter what he said he couldn’t shake it from you. Stubborn and confident in the face of the unknown. He couldn’t help but smile to himself as he looked over your handiwork. Everything was just the slightest big large, for now and not for long. The faintest shimmer crossed his forearm beneath the cuff. “Leave. Now.”  Tucking back his hair again you can’t help yourself, tilting his chin up to kiss him. “I love you.”  The kiss dries his mouth, he’s so thirsty he could die. His tongue presses to your lips, eagerly licking into your mouth as you grant him permission. You taste so sweet, sweeter than any candy he’s ever tried. Chasing your lips hungrily his teeth snap at you as you pull away. The sudden aggression making you both jump.  “Are you deaf? Leave!” Jeongin’s fingers dig into his knees, veins popping out all over. Grabbing you he tries his best to toss you backwards, chains cutting his throw short. It’s just enough to send you stumbling backwards. A split second of fear shines in your eyes, a split second that he hates himself for. “Leave,” he whimpers, head hung as he hears the click of the door behind you.

  It’s just in time. Jeongin’s arms start itching, he twitches and contorts to try to relieve the nagging flares popping all over his arms and legs. Slowly the iridescent shine stays, black scales tipping his arms and covering his hands. He screams as the bones of his finger morph curling back and up before lengthening into claws. The human part of him that remains is glad he can’t find you, hoping you left fully and locked the door behind you. Pain shoots through his spine, forcing him to curl in on himself. His jaw unhinges, gurgling through the spit pooling in his mouth, teeth turning to fangs as two feathery wings sprout from his back.  Panting and screeching he’s a half formed creature. Part lizard, part bird, part wolf, and still some human left to spare. The doctors told him it would’ve been easier if he had been able to fully transform, that being in limbo is what made him able to remember it all. This partial transformation kept the sliver of human unable to act and conscious of his state. Full shift meant the human portion wouldn’t know, could escape the pain of knowing and being unable to act.  The creature inside was pissed. It was always upset but tonight the cuffs felt particularly tight and heavy. Tugging with all his might the metal left raw impressions in the scales. Teeth snapping into the night air in desperation. He wanted to feed. He wanted more than food.

  You sat in the small what the landlord considered “dining room” just beyond the doors. Hidden in the pitch black dark beyond the doors you followed your boyfriends’ instructions to remain still and calm. Watching the pain and anguish crossing his face, you want to burst through the door. Despite the various ways he could rip you limb from limb or otherwise harm you, he looked sad. Your heart ached as you watched him struggle, magnificent wings beating and folding and flexing to try to assist his fruitless tugs. Beautiful. He was beautiful, an angel even.

 Almost an hour passed of him fighting frantically with his restraints until he wore himself out, scraped and bruised. Pitiful vocalizations were all that was left of his resistance. Feathers covered the floor, some falling from stress and others from effort. He was still beautiful. Hair hanging into his eyes, he was still beautiful. You watch him for hours, staring, though he really didn’t do much more than doze off and tug at the chains. The way the light falls on him is entrancing, dark scales seemingly twinkling at you like he was covered in stardust. Moreover he still looks like your boyfriend, despite the additions. Your heart ached for him, face covered in tear stains. The once loose cuffs looked far too tight.

  The scraping of metal against metal perks his sensitive hearing. The most delicious scent of vanilla and coconut wafts past his nose. His breathing accelerates as the pat of a bare foot hitting the ground echos loudly in the otherwise empty apartment. The door clicks and his head snaps to face the intruder.  Your stomach drops as his black eyes turn to you, grinning. His teeth are sharp and slick with saliva. “Innie, it’s me,” you whisper.   Eat. EAT. Take. TAKEtaketakeeatdevourpossess. His senses go hayware, newly invigorated to tear at his bindings. What a delicious offering. What a snack. If only this body could have her whole-   He snaps and growls in your direction, chains straining and cuffs cutting in. “Innie! Yang Jeongin! I know you’re in there!”  The monster howls, doing one last tug before settling again. Don’t hurt her, you can’t hurt her. I will kill us if you hurt her. She’s not for eating, she’s not an offering. She’s my girlfriend. She’s my girlfriend. She’s my girlfriend. The monster huffs, head twitching to his shoulder, eyes narrowing as he gives you a once over.  “I’m going to come closer. I’m-we need to be able to get along.”  He sneers and growls at the thought. This tiny thing is right. No eating. Girlfriend. Fine. No eating. The monster appears to sulk as you draw nearer. What used to be your boyfriend’s body has grown much larger than you originally thought, almost completely covered in a pattern of smooth scales.   “I’m going to touch you, the cuffs look tight. I want to make sure you aren’t hurting yourself.”   Please no please no please no I can’t control it, I’m not- he’s not in my control. The monster gives you a sideways glance but makes no movement as you reach your hand out slowly. The scales vary from slick and soft like a snakes underside to thicker and more protective where callouses used to be. In particular where the cuffs encircle his legs and arms has built up a layer of armor. A small chirp noise eminantes from his chest over a deep rumble.   “Are you purring? Do you purr?” You smile as you continue to stroke the soft side of his body. “Is the big scaly boy purring?”  A small click comes from his throat, head shaking back and forth. Moremoremoremoremore this. Need this. Good. Hunger. Want tiny thing. Everywhere. Yes. Want everywhere. More everywhere. More now. More fast. Moremoremoremore. Practically panting his eyes slide closed into a state of bliss. Suddenly he flinches and pulls from you with a snap.

  Your blood runs cold, teeth inches from your shoulder as you throw yourself backwards to the wall. “Hey! Innie! Be nice!” No leverage to hold over your words, a rush of adrenaline has you giggling. “I know you don’t mean it. I know my Innie won’t let you. I trust him so I trust you.”  Stupid tiny thing. Pretty. Want. Want more. Need. He whines and hangs his head.  “It was my fault, I went too far and you didn’t know how to handle it. Just warn me next time, okay?” You approach him again, speaking in a low soothing tone. He’d been overstimulated, he didn’t know kindness, he acted out of fear not out of a wish you hurt you. You made every excuse in the book. Heart beating wildly you were closer than ever before as he leaned back, shaking his hair from his eyes.  Closer close, yes, close. Do not fucking hurt her, you know what will happen to us if you hurt her. Closetastytinyclosetastytiny. DON’T.  Both of you barely breathe as you stroke his hair, slowly pushing it back so that it doesn’t bother him. You’d politely not looked at his boxers, previously loose now stretched to the max, but it was hard to ignore the twitch at your thigh. His eyes slide closed again and you withdraw your hand, his mouth twisting into a frown. “This time you’ll warn me right?”  He chirps again. Stupid tiny thing more now more.  Instead of returning to his hair you start touching his chest. He’s still human here, morphing into fur on his stomach and then to scale on his thighs. Your hands shake as your fingers caress down to the band of his boxers. The faint rumbling starts again. Long strokes from chest to waist, steady as you feel the muscles below relax. As your fingers ghost over the band he growls. “Not there?” You ask softly, shortening your path.  Claim. Hurt hurt need claim. Tiny human need. Need. Breed. Spawn. Offspring. Yes. Tiny thing carry spawn. “Touch. Hurt.” The words are mumbled and unclear, monster unsure of the shape of the words when spoken.   Your eyebrows shoot up. “Hurt? Where, how can I help? What can I do?”   His head hangs down, staring at the nearly destroyed boxers. “Hurt.”  Thumbs slipping below the waist band you watch his face, his mouth, his claws as you tug downwards. The soft thud of muscle against muscle as, whatever is going on down there, hits his furry lower abdomen. The noise he makes is new to your ears, a pleased trill traveling high to low. Pheromones flood the room, musky and masculine. Your head rings, blinking to clear your vision. “That help?” You don’t dare look down. Whatever it was sounded as monstrous as the being that had changed your boyfriend.  Don’t you dare, don’t you dare let her. You can’t have her. You can’t. You’ll hurt her. The monster huffs.  Eyes glued above his waist you continue to pet him, opting to skim his collarbones and shoulders instead of lower. “How is that my sweet thing? See we can be friends. I can help you. You don’t need to be afraid of me.”   Purring, his head droops again, chin to chest, “more.”  You gulp, heart dropping into your gut. “Oh-okay. If you’re sure.” Holding your breath your eyes flick south. “Fuck, more? More?” Your voice trembles. Innie wasn’t normally anything to shrug at, perfectly average length and just a little bit thicker. This, whatever the monster did to his body, this was the most. Your abs flex, walls of your sex clenching. His dick looked mostly human, deep purple and blue veins ran the thick shaft, all the way up to the head, tapered and an angry red.  “Touch,” he insists. You’ll hurt her. She-I-. Your spawn too. Our spawn. Our brood. We breed. We spawn. He lightly growls as you hesitate.   Shooting a glare at him you scold, “be nice, or I leave.” His claws grab what he can, the lower half of your calves, sharp ends carefully pressed. You weren’t going to leave him. Whining he almost looks sorry. “You manipulative little shit.” Pressing your palm to the base his cock easily passes the length of your fingers. “There’s just no way-”   “Find. More. Moremoremore,” he moans and thrusts against you. The tang of need on his tongue. The chains rattle ominously. “Find. Hurt.”   “Let me just take,” you try to scoot away from him, his claws scratching lightly as he tenses. “I need to take these pants off. To help. If you want me to help--” the grip drops immediately.   Growling and snapping as you leave him he looks more like a feral creature than your beloved. Hair wild and wings stretching to his sides. She won’t leave. She should leave. God damn it, can you just control yourself? Listen to me and we can get through this. You’ll have her, fine, you’ll get to have her. My rules, her rules. You get your fucking claim can you just listen for once? The monster leans back, heels pressing into the floor.  Naked in the moonlight you straddle him, bolder than before as you hear the familiar clicking and rumbling. “I promised. I kept my promise. Now promise, no bite, no scratch, no eat.” Your elbows rest on his shoulders, pressing his hair out of his eyes to stare into him, trying desperately to reach the boy inside the beast.   He growls, burying his head in your chest. You heard her.  Tentatively you wrap your hands around him, needing both to cover his circumference. He’s already sticky with slick. Self lubricating perhaps, or from the steady stream of substance trickling from his slit. You squeeze and pump him as you rub against his scaled thigh. IN looks pleased at least, head back and eyes closed as he purrs. However your arms quickly start hurting, range of motion and girth a challenge to your muscles. Meanwhile you’re practically dripping down his thigh, quickly growing desparate.  Your scent is potent in the air, drool leaking from the sides of his lips. Delicious devour defile deep so deep want need wantwantwantwant candy dumb stupid tiny. Fragile mine mine have need mine. He grunts and whines, arms tugging again at the chains. For some reason despite the closeness, despite the fact that he could easily bite you, you aren’t afraid.  “Normally you’d prep me but,” you smile adoringly at his pleased expression, “I somehow don’t think that’ll happen huh.”   He chirps back, hips bucking enthusiastically upwards as your grip loosens.  You’re glad for the tapered tip as you position him at your entrance. It’ll still be a stretch no double but at least it wasn’t a blunt one. Baring his teeth IN growls, writhing and thrusting up into your wetness. “My speed!” You yelp as the head pops passed your entrance.  Her speed jackass go her speed! Warm, want more. Deeper need, need deep. Tiny thing is small tight warm warm tight need. He pants and groans as you slowly slip down, his hips canting and bouncing, eeking out whatever extra depth he could. Finally you settle, only able to take a little over 3/4th of him, leaving the bulbous, calloused base exposed. You bend forward and wrap your arms around his neck, rocking your hips as you get used to the burning stretch. With your ear to his neck you can better feel his pleased subvocalizations, trilling as your fingers scratch the leathery base of his wings.

  “Good boy. You’re being really good for me,” you mutter as you feel him tense and shudder. “Doing well, going my pace. Feels good. Good right?” Leaning back you grind against his lower abs, letting the coil in your stomach wind back. “Just a little more and then I gotta rest, okay?” Your walls squeeze desperately around him. Your beautiful monster. Dangerous and hungry but yours.  More need moremoremoremoremoremoremore faster go faster deep fast. He grits his teeth and yips, frustrated. His muscles flex, as his arms tug again. Grab, grab tiny. Grab fill breed fill spawn. Mate mine mineminemine. Hungry. Twisting and tugging again a link pops with a bang. Throwing you off balence, falling foward to grab him by the shoulders. Your overstimulated clit spasms, orgasm rolling painfully over you. Your scent floods his nostrils, sweet and musky and a little spicy now. Delicious. No don’t you dare don’t you dare. She’s my girlfriend don’t you dare. He tugs again, the second set of chains popping open. Our tiny. Our.  The curve of his talons perfectly fit over your shoulder as his arms wrap around you. It all happens in the blink of an eye, the chains popping, his arms gathering you between them, the force of his hips driving forward as he locks you in his embrace.  You’re screaming as he forces the rest of himself inside of you, practically roaring as you both fall forward. Hanging off of him he cradles you as he pounds brutally quickly into your cunt. There’s no art or finesse to it, only aim to drive himself as deeply as possible into your womb. Every noise he makes is strange and animalistic, rough tongue licking away at your neck as if he was preparing you for something much more sinister.  You’re moaning, maybe, or choking on air, could be screaming. The blood rushing in your ears clouds your perception of noise. Cumming again on him, drives as deep as he can go, base of his cock growing thicker and locking inside of you. Whiting out from the pressure, your body is limp and vulnerable to the monster.  Bitebitebitebitebitebitebitebite mate bitebitebite. He waits for the other man to speak. Bite? The other man has quieted or left. He bares his teeth, your neck exposed. It would be easy. He huffs, another spurt of release emptying into you, stomach distending slightly.  The monster gathers you, sitting back and draping your form over his chest as he purrs. You shiver, locked to him naked in the cool night air. Two wings wrap around you, cloaking you in what little he can provide. The man will be back in the morning light, the monster is satisfied and so are you.

I was thinking about this one and as I was writing I feel like next year I’ll do fewer prompts but just...all monsters. Like monsterfucker october for kinktober. Assign different traits to all the skz and atz members.

[joelmillers-whore]

I've Got Nothing Left To Hide

summary: it has been a month since your injury, of taking it slow, and helping your father out more. and you’re sick of it. ever since you fully recovered you saw less and less of joel. actually, both miller brothers seem to be avoiding you and you’re determined to find out why. 

pairing: joel miller x reader, tommy & reader (platonic) 

word count: 3.5K 

series or one-shot

warnings: mature, language, cock-blocker tommy, joel x female!reader, no mention of Y/N, canon timeline (sort of), jackson era, post-outbreak, slight angst, joel avoiding his feelings, ends on a cliffhanger (sorry not sorry) 

A/N: got a little carried away. again. i am so thrilled that ya’ll wanted another part of this. i was hoping that you would because i had so much fun writing it. so, here we go. i was kind of going for more background on the whole dynamic between reader and joel and reader and tommy. it’s not super joel x reader heavy but i think i’m going to do anther part and explore their relationship more. let me know what ya’ll think of this part, i would love to hear some feedback or some ideas for other parts. thank you <3

read the prequel here

Spring was officially on the way. Every time you stepped outside, you spotted a new sign that Mother Nature was giving you. Like last week, in the middle of your daily walk around town, you’d stopped and looked down, seeing a patch of half-frozen grass at your feet, the beginnings of vibrant green peeking out of the snow.

For as much as you couldn't wait until it was spring, there was still more winter to be had. A crisp chill still clung to the air, which made you wrap your worn sheep-wool jacket tighter around your body. 

You unlatched the bar of wood that was slotted in place across the solid, wooden door of the church, pushing the doors open and taking a deep breath when the air hit your lungs. You’d been breathing in stale air the whole day, so this was a welcome relief.

You took a step back, taking in the view of the town from your elevated advantage. Your eyes snagged on the clinic across the street, reminding you that it hadn’t been that long since you’d been back home. 

You snapped your eyes shut, suddenly overwhelmed by the memories, the screaming, the pain. Your heartbeat was erratic, your breathing coming out harsher as your mind assaulted you with images that you’d tried hard to forget.

It was like you had been transported back in time and you felt weak, unable to protect yourself from the looming threat. You clenched your teeth, making your jaw ache. You’re safe. You’re not in that cabin anymore. You’re home. 

You never wanted to feel that helpless again, and you were determined not to, if anyone ever let you out of your gilded cage. Tommy and your father had taken it upon themselves to make every decision regarding your safety without consulting the one person that it would affect the most; you. It was driving you to the edge of madness. 

They were always keeping an eye on you, making sure that at least one of them was with you at all times. You’d made one mistake, one small fucking mistake, and now you were paying for it. As if the scar above your belly button wasn’t enough proof. 

Tommy had restricted your duties and practically barred you from going out on patrol, in no uncertain terms. And your father had been all too happy to jump at the opportunity, insisting that you could be of more use to him and the community if you helped out around the church.

He was obvious in how he wanted you to follow in his footsteps and one day take over as minister of the church, but that was the last thing that you wanted.

You wanted freedom, something different, more adventure. Not being chained to a pulpit for the rest of your life, however long that might be. But your father was the only family you had left, ever since the end of the world. It had been you and him, and you’d be remiss if you didn’t at least try to make an effort. You and your father had come a long way since arriving in town. 

You could remember the day vividly when Tommy had found you both just outside of Jackson, starving, bloody, and bruised. He had asked what either of you could bring to their community, in terms of skills. You had been surprised when he’d accepted you, your father’s only skill being that he was a minister before the outbreak.

But Tommy, being Tommy had seen past that. Seen past the lack of skills and past the teenager who was afraid of her own shadow. 

Aside from giving the folks of Jackson a distraction, some way to rationalize the direction the world was heading, you both couldn’t be much use to them. The old man and the kid. But again, the people of Jackson had surprised you, making you feel welcome quickly. It wasn’t for free, while you found your footing, you had also done your part to help out around town. 

Even at sixteen, Tommy and Maria had treated you better than some of the adults in town had a first. You were someone, even back then, who wasn’t trusting when it came to new people. You’d had your guard up at all times, starting fights with other kids your age until Tommy had stepped in.

He had taken you under his wing, not pushing you to open up, but more so guided you and gave you the space so that in your own time you came around. He’s nurtured you and taught you useful skills; mainly how to hold and shoot a gun. 

It wasn’t long before you were tagging along on patrol, Tommy claiming that you were a natural, and slowly building up the courage to leave town on your own, or with your own patrol partner. He had built you up from a volatile kid who could barely throw a punch, to someone who could take down a fully grown man in under two minutes. 

You couldn’t give him all the credit though, you’d worked your ass off, turning yourself into a human weapon. Refined and deadly. There wasn’t a day that went by when you didn’t think about how grateful you were that he had taken a chance on you and your father. 

Years had passed since you had first arrived in Jackson, but those lessons that Tommy had instilled in you still remained. A hoarse voice called your name, pulling you from your reminiscent thoughts, and making you turn toward it. It was your father. He was walking toward you, the slight limp on his right side more prominent now than it had been back then. 

Your face dropped as he approached, emotion bubbling in your throat when you looked at him. His skin was almost translucent, pale when the light hit it. And the colour of his eyes dulled as each year came and went, the weathered crinkles on the edges deepening whenever he smiled or laughed.

You couldn’t stop yourself from taking him in, hoping to save a mental snapshot of him while he was still here. 

Realistically, you knew that he didn’t have much time left, but the unrealistic part of yourself, the part that wanted him to last forever, ignored the realism and gave him a smile. No matter how many times you told him to take it easy, and remind him that he wasn’t fifty anymore, he wouldn’t hear it.

He’d brush you off and mumble something about how age was just a number. He didn’t want you to worry about him, he’d said. And you would drop it, carrying on like nothing was wrong. 

As your father approached you, he gripped the back of a pew, putting all of his weight onto it as if it was a struggle to stand. Your eyes dipped to his hand, but his voice brought you back. 

“Everything okay?”, he asked. 

You exhaled an annoyed puff of air. If there was a running tally of how many times in the past month your father asked you how you were, it would probably venture in the thousands. He was being overprotective and it was getting on your last nerve.

You appreciated that he cared about you but at a certain point, it was too much. Between both him and Tommy, you were one more question away from ripping your hair out. 

“Fine”, you replied, snippily. You cleared your throat harshly, your telltale sign that you wanted to move on from the topic of conversation. 

Your father’s face softened, noticing how you were folding in on yourself, avoiding his eyes, making yourself almost invisible. You were uncomfortable. 

“You seen Tommy today?”, he asked, changing the subject. 

You shook your head, surprisingly, you hadn’t. Which wasn’t out of the norm, Tommy was a busy guy and you understood the shift in his priorities as the community continued to grow. But lately, he had been checking in on you more and more, even since you’d gotten injured while on patrol. 

You sighed, letting yourself think back to what had transpired after Joel had gotten you back to Jackson. Joel. You could still feel the ghost of his deft fingers trailing your arms, the contrast of his callouses and the softness of his touch as he held you close to your body, cradling you like you were something precious.

Your mind had blocked out a lot from the incident, preventing you from remembering key details. But you remembered Joel. 

You remembered his strong arms helping you onto his horse, or the way that his lips melded with yours as you kissed him in the clinic. You brought two fingers to your lips, trying to memorialize how it felt to finally kiss Joel. His gruff voice echoed in your mind, constantly on a loop of we’re almost home and hold on a little longer and don’t give up yet, darlin’.

Somehow, through the delirious fog, it had been his voice that broke through and it was the one thing that had tethered you to this world, not letting you leave just yet. 

That had been the bulk of what you remembered, aside from the searing pain in your stomach from the stab wound. You could thank those fucking raiders for that one.

To your surprise, it hadn’t taken all that long for the wound itself to heal, the patch of skin now only an ugly and scarred reminder of how you couldn’t ever have your guard down like that again. 

According to the doctor, Joel had gotten you back to Jackson just in time. He had said that if he had waited longer you probably wouldn’t have made it. You hadn’t been prepared to hear that, to hear that you had been that close to death.

Before you’d had a chance to spiral after hearing that cheery news, Joel had returned to his side. Stoic as ever. You’d smelled him before you had seen him, his familiar musk invading your senses wholly and completely. 

You had spotted him almost immediately, meeting his huge brown eyes that, to your surprise, had already been on you. You’d been harbouring a crush on Joel for the better part of a year, Tommy insisting that you become his new patrol partner recently hadn’t helped much in quelling it either. 

You’d thought that things had progressed with Joel, you’d broken through his hard exterior to the point that he now laughed at your jokes, cracking some of his own in return, and he seemed like he enjoyed your company enough when you were alone for long stretches of silence during patrol. 

But now, a month after your injury, when you had kissed him and he had kissed you back, he seemed as distant as when you had first partnered up with him. And it was eating at you. You thought you had been on the same page, but clearly, you hadn’t been.

Your stomach twisted into knots when you thought about it. You couldn’t help thinking that you had fucked everything up between you. 

Maybe he had just been nice, kissing you back, telling you that it had been okay, comforting you. Maybe you were reading into a simple kiss between friends.

But why then would he tell you that he wanted to kiss you? Ever since the doctor had released you, you hadn’t seen Joel around. Keeping in line with the he-was-avoiding-you train of thought. 

You and Joel were friends, even though he would never admit it out loud, and you needed to confront him. If only for your own piece of mind. Your father called your name again. 

“Sorry”, you mumbled, “Did you say something?”. 

“All I said was that you should go take a walk around town, get some air”. 

Your brows furrowed. He had been keeping a close eye on you for weeks, and now suddenly he was suggesting that you take a walk, alone. Was he trying to get rid of you? 

“Why?”, you asked, skepticism lining your tone.   

“You’ve been attached to my hip all day, girl. Maybe go down to the market, find us something for dinner”, he paused, rubbing his chin, “Or go find Tommy”. 

And there it was. If wasn’t him keeping an eye on you, it was Tommy. You crossed your arms over your chest. An idea sparked as you thought more about your walk. 

“Fine”, you started, leaning forward and pecking his cheek. “Be back soon”. 

“Don’t rush”, your father called out as you crossed the church threshold. 

You had been walking around town for about ten minutes, casting a tight-lined smile at anyone you passed. Your cheeks were numb, the harsh winter wind nipping at them as you continued walking through town, passing by the Tipsy Bison. You stopped in your tracks.

Would it be weird if you happened to stop by Joel’s house? 

You bit your bottom lip, rolling it between your teeth. You debated the idea for all of a minute before you changed your direction, pushing the self-doubt aside as you made your way to Joel’s house. Before you knew it, you were on his front porch, inches from his door.

You were about to knock when your fist froze midway, you were hesitating. What if Joel didn’t want to see you? What if he was avoiding you for a reason? 

You began to step back, your foot finding the first step, backing away slowly. Suddenly, the door whipped open and you were knocked off balance from seeing Joel, literally. You fell back, over the steps and landed on your back in the cold snow. 

“Shit”, Joel mumbled, rushing toward you. 

Your face was burning from embarrassment as Joel kneeled down beside you. You chuckled awkwardly, propping yourself up on your elbow. His hand rested on your knee, the sensation causing an unexpected jolt in your body. 

Joel’s grip on your knee tightened ever so slightly, but he didn’t look away from your face, concentrating solely on you. 

He let out a steady puff of air, “You okay?”. 

You let your head fall back, chuckling humourlessly. God, could anyone ask you anything different? 

You looked back at Joel, who was staring at you peculiarly, his eyes squinting. 

“Peachy”, you responded, an edge to your voice. 

Joel straightened, extending a hand to you. But you ignored it, getting to your feet without his help. He took a step back from you, doing so almost cautiously.

His broad frame towered over you, watching your every move as you dusted the snow off of yourself. Joel’s hands were now stuffed inside the pockets of his jeans, eyes boring into you. 

“You sure?”, he asked. 

You took a step forward so that you were a breath away from him. Your chest grazed his, and his breathing stuttered, the air around you suddenly thick and charged. His chest was solid and firm, your mind running rampant with the memory of it pressed against your body. You could see the way his jaw ticked as he looked down at you, the pressure looking like it could shatter his teeth at any minute. 

You felt the heat of his stare, but you didn’t dare meet his eyes, your irritation too fresh to be stamped out by one heady look from him. 

“Why do you care? Not like you’ve bothered to check up on me lately”. 

Joel’s face fell and you instantly regretted your words. He didn’t deserve that and you didn’t know why you were lashing out at him. 

“I know. ‘M sorry”, he said, his voice strained. 

You finally met his face, those big, brown eyes gleaming with something you couldn’t place, something that resembled sadness. Or regret. 

“Then why did you stay away?”. 

He swallowed thickly and you watched his Adam’s apple bob, an unsure look on his face. His one hand went to the back of his head, rubbing nervously. Joel Miller was nervous and that made you smirk, you doubted anything made him nervous. 

“I didn’t want to”, he started, inching closer to you, in hands flying to your hips. A tiny gasp left you at the contact, the skin underneath his hand burning, even though you were wearing three layers. “But I wanted to give you some space”. 

A beat lingered between you before you spoke. “I don’t want any more space”. 

Joel groaned, his eyes snapping shut as you let your hand drift to his beard, the scratchiness making your fingertips tingle. Your heart was hammering in your chest, your lips closing in on his mouth. You wanted to kiss him, you needed to.

It felt like you had been deprived of oxygen this whole month, waiting for that moment when you could breathe again. 

Joel’s fingers grazed your chin, tilting your face closer to his. You could feel his hot breath fan your face, making you shiver in anticipation. 

“Joel!”, a loud, booming voice echoed from behind you both. 

He withdrew from you quickly, putting distance between the two of you. Your heart was in your throat, your nerves on fire, leaving you breathless once again. But it wasn’t in the way that you wanted. Disappointment filled you as Tommy came into view.

His eyes found yours momentarily before they settled on Joel, giving him a look that you couldn’t quite decipher.

He softened his features as he focused back on you, throwing an arm around your shoulders and tucking you into his side. 

“Hey, you”, you said. 

You smiled tightly at him, feeling the awkwardness flush your cheeks, “Hi”. 

“Mind if I steal her away?”, Tommy directed at Joel, who wordlessly shook his head, eyes on Tommy and not on you. 

You deflated further as Tommy led you away from his brother, and back into the heart of town. You looked back, watching the tail end of Joel disappearing back into his house.

You shrugged out of Tommy’s hold, watching as he put his hands in his pockets instead, not saying a word to you. 

“What do you need?”, you asked. 

He looked at you strangely before he connected the dots. 

“Oh, nothin’ really. Just thought I could walk you back home”. 

You gawked at him, stopping in your tracks as he continued on, not taking notice of how you had stopped. When he did notice, he looked back, confusion muddling his features. You arched a brow. 

“So, you just happened to stumble upon me when I was with Joel and decided I needed to be walked home?”, you asked, annoyance lacing every word. 

Tommy wasn’t one to beat around the bush. 

“What do you want me to say?”, he said, an exasperated sigh leaving him, his arms thrown up dramatically. 

“I want a straight answer, for starters”. 

He paused for a moment and you thought that he would blow you off, tell you that you were being a child and reading into things. But when he didn’t, you were surprised. 

“Honestly, I don’t think it's a good idea for you two to be spendin’ time together”, he started, taking a breath, “And from what I just saw, I don’t think your Daddy would take too kindly to the idea either”. 

Now your blood was boiling. Where did Tommy get off talking to you like that? Telling you who you could and couldn’t spend time with. You marched up to him, poking a finger into his chest. 

“I am an adult, Tommy. And contrary to popular belief, I can handle my own. So, I don’t think you should be poking your nose where it doesn’t belong. Because if you keep it up, we’re going to have some problems, Miller”. 

Tommy opened his mouth to say something but you were gone before he had the chance to say anything, stomping all the way back to your house, a cloud of anger and indignation burrowing in your gut. You pulled open your front door, seeing your father in his comfy chair by the fireplace. You mumbled a hello and locked yourself in your room. 

You were pacing, your feet wearing a hole in the hardwood. You stopped, an idea forming. A wicked, tempting fate idea. You dashed to your door, pausing a moment to listen for any indication of your father. The house was silent save for the usual groaning and creaking. 

Before you could change your mind, you pulled open your door, and sprinted out of the house and back toward Joel’s. You’d made it to the other side of town in record time, your chest heaving as you tried to level out your breathing. 

You pounded on his door, waiting for him to answer it. When he did, you swallowed thickly, eying the way his shirt was pulled tautly over his chest. You licked your lips subconsciously, not missing the way that Joel’s gaze dipped to them.  

“Can I come in?”, you asked, breathless. 

Joel hesitated, hand gripping the door above his head tightly, his knuckles whitening from the pressure. He seemed to be mulling the idea over in his head.

You expected him to turn you away, to tell you that it was a bad idea that you were at his house so late, that people in town would get the wrong idea about you and him. 

But you were past the point of caring, you were past the point of holding back. 

“Yeah, come on in, darlin’”.

[one-of-many-journeys]

Day 23

Maker’s End

Rode back to the Shattered Kiln camp to stock up, sell the trinkets I uncovered in the delve, and change back into some sturdier gear. Then I set out east toward Pitchcliff. Surely Erend would be there by now, and Marad’s agents had had plenty of time to gather intel on Dervhal. I was just hoping we weren't too late.

Good thing I did change into that armour, because the machines on the trail east were deadly. I came upon another corrupted site with two Rockbreakers. I knew I’d be minced if I met them on the ground, so instead I tore off the canon of a nearby Ravager and shot the Rockbreakers from across the river—they don’t seem able to cross water, maybe can’t burrow so deep. Frost and hardpoint arrows after that, and though I tried to find cover I got battered around by the rocks they churned up and sent flying over the water. 

Then a Behemoth came charging by, my first encounter with one. I took out the modules on its back that allowed it to lift stones and debris from the earth with arcs of force. It was just a Trampler without flame after that, took it out with more frost and arrows 

Onward to Pitchcliff. I spotted the bright marks of Banuk paintings on the northern cliff face, a climbing trail to go with them. I couldn't resist the call, so I made the climb and was rewarded with another of those wooden figures the envoy in Meridian is so keen on. And the view, of course.

Approaching the border to the Claim, the trees were felled, leaving the landscape clear and grey. Oseram machines penetrated the gloom with the grinding of wood and the scream of struck metal. Like the pulleys in Meridian’s elevators and their huge counterweights, their machines hooked into the forces of the wilds and transferred them into new actions—sawing and striking and smelting. It’s amazing. I wonder if all machines work in this way, when broken down to their simplest parts.

Once I arrived in Pitchcliff, I headed for the marketplace where Erend was already waiting.

I picked up a trail moving away from the market recently, followed it to a secluded edge of the village and found Marad’s spy, already dead. He’d drawn a crude map on the stone with his own blood before he died, showing an area to the north east. I guess Dervahl got to him. There were no notes or information on him, nothing we could use except that ominous map. 

Erend gathered the vanguard soldiers he’d brought with him while I went ahead to scout the area north east of Pitchcliff. I soon found a clear trail, its torches already burning in the evening light. The trail wound up into the mountains, where I soon spotted the red and black rags of bandits snapping in the wind, more makeshift bridges and shelters. Seems like Dervahl's made himself so unpopular around the Oseram that he’s had to fill his ranks with roaming killers. They had machines chained up; looked like they were trying to take them apart for scrap and study. The presence of Longlegs supported my theory about a sound-based weapon. I guess Dervahl managed to extract the mechanism intact and put it to his own purposes.

Erend soon arrived with the vanguard, and I told them to hang back while I shattered the machines' chains, setting them loose to make some noise. The Longleg and Ravager wreaked havoc while I picked off a few marksmen from the watchtowers, then Erend’s men joined me in the fight.

I used the Ravager’s cannon to take out most that the machines hadn’t torn apart, then climbed around to surprise those hiding behind cover. 

We finished off the machines, then I tracked the pulse of Dervahl’s weapon to an underground passage. I was barred by a deafening blast of sound, then a man came out from the passage slinging a huge weapon—some sort of heavy-duty rattler. Not Dervahl himself though. Did he know we were coming for him?

Erend and I took out the gunner, pressing in close so he couldn’t launch his projectiles, then I removed the protection he wore on his ears and used them to get close enough to turn off the sound trap on the stairs. Then we descended.

Ersa was down there, curled up on the stone of her cell as she was barraged with wave after wave of debilitating noise. Erend smashed the machine to scrap and held Ersa close. It was clear to me, probably to Erend too, that she’d only been clinging to life in hope of seeing him again. She warned Erend of Dervahl’s intentions to enact his failed plan to destroy Meridian. She told him to stand by his king—seems like Avad’s care for Ersa was reciprocated. How are we going to tell him?

I didn’t know what to say to Erend, just went about making myself useful, searching the workshop. I found notes delivered from a trader in blaze; Dervahl had ordered a huge shipment to Meridian. Either he’s hiding it somewhere, somehow (unlikely, given there’s been strict inspections of all wares since Ersa’s death), or the shipment is yet to arrive and Avad’s men can intercept it. 

Looking around at Derhval’s inventions, it was almost sad. There was a device in there, a wooden box, capable of capturing and echoing recorded voices, almost like a Focus can. Incredible. And his weapon derived from a Longleg’s scream…he’s a genius. Shame he couldn’t use it for good. This quest for revenge has bent him so far he’s fighting against his own people. 

I can’t feel sorry for him though. Especially not with the state Ersa was in when she died. Not broken, she joked, but she was beaten blue, fresh blood tracks running over dried crust from her ears, nose, mouth. I wish I could have known her as the captain she was. Erend was…shattered, to come all this way, regain his hope, and lose her all over again. It’s better that we found her, of course, but I know this is a whole new world of pain for those who loved her. 

I stayed at the camp with the other vanguardsmen over night, leaving Erend in the workshop with Ersa. I slept some of the time, kept watch for the rest, making sure no one else would be returning to camp. Either Dervahl was here a while, or he took over an existing settlement. The buildings were strong, and seemed old. I’ll ride back south tomorrow. To Meridian or to the Grave Hoard? I know I’d never forgive myself if Dervahl’s attack came when I was gone.

[noturvlentine]

a stranger under the skin (pt3)

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Leon Kennedy x reader series

Summary [series]- after Chris Redfield has requested for your transfer from the BSAA, you’re tasked with uncovering a chain of bio-terrorist attacks alongside Leon Kennedy. Destruction, duty and your untold past brings you spiralling into an unlikely bond with your partner, as efforts are made and promises are broken.

I APOLOGISE FOR TEMPORARILY GOING AWOL!!!! I’m back now and this series is gonna keep up bc I really want to write for it and have been!!!

OKAY, I know Chris didn’t technicality command SOUs before 2009, but for the sake of the story let’s pretend that it fits in somewhere with the plot- or history, because it makes sense somehow that there’s this loss dynamic or prior stoicism from her job. And because why not- but yea that’s it.

alcohol, pills, violence in the near future and basically all that stuff

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Target Location

Eastern Europe

2009

11:00AM

You had arrived to your escort well into the dawn of the next day, probably because of the subsequent European timezone but the sudden change in light wasn’t of your concern as time was measured strictly in numbers, as you’d say. It had been a good while since you got the chance to admire the sunrise, it was quite late for the tail end of winter and last you could remember, it definitely looked better than the clouds of sand swallowing your view in South America. This sudden breeze of peacefulness also had you wondering when the last time you flew out in a civilian aircraft was. Maybe that’s why you never slept on transport because you were always shoved into the stomach of an Osprey or a CH-47 and what not. Leon had remained quiet, there was something brewing between the two of you that lacked of mutual understanding. Maybe it was better this way, the only important thing is that you needed to work well enough together to get the job done. That’s all. No hard feelings.

Somewhere in Eastern Europe

STRATCOM Safe house

2009

11:30AM

The car ride to the safe house was surprisingly uneventful. You’d half expected the car to explode and flip over some ten times and this operation would backfire with you and Leon heading home early, in comfortable black bags to no one’s condolences. At least that was how it was for you. God knows about Leon, the guy can’t seem to catch a break yet refuses to die. The city was well kept, not modern enough to suite the Americans yet not of great heritage at the heart. Another disposable sight for terrorism, seeing as no one expected to get a great amount of attention in a small Eastern European city, yet they only seemed to have sent the two of you. Your escort, a quiet man of no specific organisation at glance, cleared your departure through the back alley to a modest, yet somewhat unoccupied apartment building. The back entrance was between two large bins and a couple water tanks servicing the unit. The door was heavy and swung shut behind you, there wasn’t an elevator, only the quiet hum in the upward staircase lit by a square, graticule skylight around six floors up. You stepped into the beam of light and stared straight at it, the sky turning grey and boring by the time the morning fully rendered. Leon stopped beside you, following his gaze upwards to inquire yours. You could hear his hand fishing out the set of keys to your unit from his jacket pocket.

‘So they gave you the keys huh?’ You joked, breaking the silence, somewhat offended that no one had filled you in about breaking in and entering. You simply received a short laugh back as Leon headed up the stairs, his boots tapping softly and rhythmically up the stairs. Your unit was on the fourth floor, a one bedroom flat facing the street, which was mostly empty despite it already being well into the day. All the equipment was already packed into heavy duty cases stacked up in the corner, a replacement Christmas tree with everything you could possibly need- tactically that is, along with supplies that was meant to last you both for more than enough time. None of you bother to turn the lights on as your bags are dumped onto one of the couches facing the window, a cloud of dust flakes up from the couch but Leon doesn’t think twice before sitting down. You turn your back to him as you make your way closer to the windows, standing just around the frame enough to have a full view of the area, scanning your surroundings. Funny how the first thing that stuck was planning out your escape from a possible war zone, or apartment block or whatever. By now you’ve got it all mapped out-

The alley by the corner store, a fire hatch to the left of your window, another route behind the sixth parking meter and-

‘I could get used to this you know,’ you tried to ignore Leon’s statement of amusement. But instead, to your own surprise and credibility you reply with a sarcastic ‘yeah?’ and receive a hum from Leon.

‘Yeah, they got nice damn equipment and a comfortable place to hide out, best they’ve done if you ask me. Mustn’t be an easy job then.’ He’s casual, and it doesn’t sit well with you.

‘This is such a fucking domestic job.’ You snark, flicking your head around and turning back away from the window.

‘And does that make you uncomfortable?’ Leon questions, or rather, rhetorical, because he knows you’d rather be suffering out in the field under the scorching sun carrying 10kg of solid gear trying your best not to catch a bullet or two. You don’t reply, but simply glare straight at him heavily, arms crossed, to which Leon only returns a friendly smile ambiguous of sarcasm but ultimately understanding. You blink once, then turn on your heels over to the stack of heavy duty cases to fetch the debrief. The pile of documents slaps the glass coffee table hard as Leon glances at the memo before turning his head up to look at you, standing on the other side.

‘Do we wanna start or wait until someone blows our door down?’

It was probably around 21:00PM when the two of you had finished assessments and any additional planning after going through the memo a few more times. Dinner was a couple of protein bars and some green bottled substance probably beneficial to your health, who knows. All your belongings and sheets of paper was piled up on the coffee table, at some point you had gotten up to close the curtains and switch on the lights, but that felt like an eternity ago. You were staring at the ceiling with your head over the back of the couch when you head Leon rattle something metal in his hands. Your head was heavy and you’d blinked the rest out of your eyes and sat up to face Leon, who was now taking a swig at something from a small flask. Leon let the lid hang out to the side which for some reason your eyes settled on to, then back up to meet his gaze. You couldn’t blame him honestly, you’d taken something to numb the nerves some short hours ago to which the small capsule containing those pills were now peaking out under a few sheets of paper.

‘I’m not an alcoholic, don’t worry.’ He said, satirically over a warm grin.

‘You know you shouldn’t be drinking on the job’ you implied, signalling at the vessel tucked between his hands.

‘Oh yea? Well you aren’t any better there’ he nodded towards the bottle of pills on the coffee table.

‘Well don’t worry, I’m not a drug addict.’you teased. Leon laid back into the couch, his hand with the flask resting between his legs, staring at you comically, eyebrows raised and all.

He wasnt convinced

‘We all have our excuses Leon.’ You smiled, half heartedly.

He took another sip of his liquor, this time, resting it on the table before leaning back again.

‘And for the record, im not insane either.’ You added jokingly.

‘Well I sure disagree with that.’ He laughed. ‘No one willingly goes through the same hoard of papers six times in the same afternoon.’

AN: I’m back, and I didn’t know what to do with that chapter but hope it kicks things off again. I’m on vacation early atm so updates will be coming!!!!

[magnoliovs]

... 𝖕 𝖗 𝖔 𝖉 𝖎 𝖌 𝖆 𝖑 —

did  you  hear  ?  OLIVER MARTINEZ  is  stuck  in  stonehaven  for  the  for  the  foreseeable  future  …  they've  lived  here  for  TWELVE YEARS  and  are  known  around  town  as  THE  CHAMPION,  though  back  in  high  school  they  were  better  known  for  being  voted  MOST LIKELY TO SUCCEED. 

if  i'm  not  mistaken,  they’re  a  TWENTY-THREE  year  old  senior  studying  ECONOMICS  (  i  really  hope  that  translates  well  into  their  role  as  a SCOUT  in  the  ‘new  world'  ).  according  to  my  records  they  were  originally  on  the  trip  because  his family are religious so it was business as usual for him to volunteer at weekends.  —  which  checks  out,  given  they’re  SERENDIPITOUS,  DUTIFUL  and  IRRESOLUTE. 

if  you’re  ever  trying  to  find  them,  your  best  bet  is  to  start  at  westwood sports complex  and  listen  for  someone  humming  like a prayer  by  madonna.  oh,  and  don’t  forget  to  try  calling  out  ollie  or  picturing  a portable tape player with fuzzy orange headphones, a dappling of bronze freckles, grass and blood staining white knee socks, not a hair out of place, a gold chain against sweat slicked collarbones for  extra  help.  let's  hope  the  chaos  doesn't  get  to  them  …

BIRTHDAY: 31st December SEXUALITY: Bisexual OCCUPATION: Bookkeeper @ Student Union / Bartender / Volunteer Skating Instructor HOMETOWN: Mt Pleasant, Utah HEIGHT: 6"0 FATHER: Jacob Martinez MOTHER:  Hannah Martinez SIBLINGS: Luke Martinez †, Nicole Martinez, Courtney Martinez, Austin Martinez, Zachary Martinez.

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swapping sets of clothes from your backpack in the bathroom, dappled sunlight through summer leaves, biting your tongue so hard it bleeds, top button of your shirt weighing on your windpipe, the slam of your teammates piling into you to celebrate, pressure so heavy you start to see the hairline cracks, catching glimpses of an endless kaleidoscope reflection of yourself in a mirrored elevator, someone always helping you back on your feet to keep going, insurmountable expectation the same old knife in the gut, praying to no-one because you lost your faith twelve years and two lives ago.

PARALLELS: Connor Waldron (Normal People), Jackson Marchetti (Sex Education), Neil Perry (Dead Poet's Society), Lane Kim (Gilmore Girls), Luisa Madrigal (Encanto), Fiona/Lip Gallagher (Shameless), Grizz Visser (The Society)

EASY-GOING, LAID BACK, CHILL, TALENTED, LUCKY, MAGNANIMOUS, GENTLEMANLY, COMPETITIVE, INNOVATIVE, LOQUACIOUS, CHARMING, CONSCIENTIOUS, JOCULAR, RESOURCEFUL, DISCIPLINED, BRIGHT, DEFLECTIVE, PALATABLE, SELF-CONSCIOUS, SECRETIVE, ADAPTABLE, GUARDED, RESPONSIBLE, ANXIOUS, CONFLICTED, CONTROLLING, INDEPENDENT, REPRESSED, PROTECTIVE.

[ SIBLING DEATH MENTION ]

Oliver was born the product of his father's illegitimacy not far from Salt Lake City, dumped in the side garage with the faulty lock on New Year's Day. A devastating atom bomb to the most nuclear of all families. Golden Labrador, white picket fence and one child into their 'maybe this year' run for a dozen included. Two weeks, a cryptic pregnancy tale and some hard suspicion later, Hannah 'had' Ollie and unbeknownst to him he's been paying for it ever since.

Luke was eight years older than Ollie, who the church now hailed a miracle child after so long without blessings. He was a good big brother, Oliver remembers that well, who never copied the critical manner the adults around them had toward him. A few months after graduating high school and his sister's second birthday, they got the phone call that he was gone.

Life as he knew it caved in around them, their mom didn't get out of bed for a year and a half. They moved twice before leaving Utah entirely. Ollie shouldered the burden. He showered his younger siblings every morning, made them breakfast, got them to doctor's appointments, and ran the house though they hated him for acting like a parent when he wasn’t. 

He had to learn fast that the Latter Day Saints manner freaked most people out even more so the further away from Salt Lake they drove. The Stepford Wife, Brady Bunch, Donna Reed Uncanny Valley too perfect of it all needed to be dialed way down if they were going to survive.

Nicole, Courtney, Austin and Zach were raised almost entirely by Ollie though they couldn't escape being homeschooled. Nicole is fifteen at the oldest, currently. The Martinez house is about forty minutes outside of Stonehaven in the woods.

Oliver knew that this was his one and only chance as the mythical new kid to reinvent his image. To craft exactly what he wanted to be; not the family punching bag or the let-down but some impossible golden boy with no cares or scratches or dents. He observed, learning quickly how to become a reflective surface and give everyone back exactly what they wanted to see, never quite letting anyone close enough to break the facade. People know his family is religious, not that they're Mormon.

Always in a ridiculous amount of extracurriculars, on multiple sports teams never quite a super-star but consistently good with a few random spells of luck that gave him gold or memorable moments. Joined voluntary committees a lot. Basically all his family ever did at home was family night: board games, musical performances, talent shows, little plays, and sports in the yard. You can never win against Oliver in card games.

Oliver's image is painstakingly squeaky clean, though he comes off as fairly effortless it's held together by pure stress and winging it. His family expect a saint, they compare him to the Church and to the perfect ghost of his older brother so he'll never win.

He's always been lucky, with people, how seemingly just talking could get his foot into doors and un-crease furrowed brows. A neatly paved path of opportunities in his favour giving him the foundation for success. Half of him feels powerful, achievement tangible and the other half is sick at how unhappy he is.

His parents need to divorce but they were 'married before the eyes of God for all eternity' so Ollie knows he couldn't bring that up.

Best sport is ice hockey, played soccer, ran track, on the swim and baseball teams. Boy Scouts of America love this man.

Hardly dated anyone for the first eighteen years of his life. He was squeaky clean, when he didn't go on his mission as soon as he graduated and didn't go to a Utah or Mormon-approved college he figured if he was going to hell he might as well do it thoroughly. Whenever he reached the bar they just moved it anyway.

Ollie is the friend in high school whose house you'd never been to. Rides a bicycle wherever he needs to go, in all weathers.

Got shunned and thrown out of his house a ton, couch-surfed and has had various shared situations since. It's very complicated. The Church ward they're part of published in the newsletter most of Ollie's business, he knows their community are punishing the rest of his family for his transgressions and 'fall from grace'.

Most people locally don't know that Ollie ever had an older brother. He bats hard for the rest of the siblings.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

TBA my brain is soup

[sylusheart]

hi there <3 welcome to my blog! :3 i write for shits and giggles and i post all of my works on ao3, you can find the link to my acc here.

but i also post some of my one-shots here on tumblr too (i only post the ones that are 'one part' long directly on tumblr - sometimes i tend to write one-shots that end up getting split into two/three parts because it becomes too long or i just do it for easier access to specific bits of the story) ♡

in my masterlist below you can find the direct links to my fics; if the fic is uploaded on tumblr (meaning if it's a one-shot) the link will take you to the tumblr post for it first but the ao3 link will still be accessible and shown on that page if you'd like to read it on there instead!┊ ˚➶ ｡˚ ☁️

this is my one and only blog because i'm not too used to the idea of having multiple blogs idk that sorta overwhelms me atm lmao (i'm not so familliar with tumblr but hopefully overtime i'll get more comfier on here and how things work...) but usually all my posts are just devil may cry :D though i tend to write/shitpost abt other stuff too such as call of duty, final fantasy vii/xv, resident evil, k-pop, love and deepspace + more! but yeah that's basically me summed up :p

here's a masterlist of my current works and wips for ao3! i've included a key at the bottom of this section with a detailed explanation on the labels i attach to my titles :3

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devil may cry

╰┈➤ ❝ serenity (on-going) vergil x fem!reader ❞

╰┈➤ ❝ cowboy like me (2 part one-shot) dante x fem!reader ❞ WIP

╰┈➤ ❝ made for me (one-shot) nico x fem!reader ❞ WIP

╰┈➤ ❝ heavy chain (one-shot) vergil x fem!reader ❞ WIP

╰┈➤ ❝ awakened (on-going) vergil x fem!reader ❞ WIP

love and deepspace

╰┈➤ ❝ candles for caleb (one-shot) caleb x fem!reader ❞ WIP

╰┈➤ ❝ mile high club (one-shot) xavier x fem!reader ❞ WIP

call of duty

╰┈➤ ❝ king of it all (one-shot) könig x fem!reader ❞

╰┈➤ ❝ barracks bunny (2 part one-shot) ghost x fem!reader ❞ WIP

k-pop

╰┈➤ ❝ a little jealousy (one-shot) shownu x fem!reader ❞

╰┈➤ ❝ heartstopper (one-shot) nayeon x fem!reader ❞ WIP

resident evil

╰┈➤ ❝ revival (one-shot) wesker x fem!reader ❞ WIP

╰┈➤ ❝ cabin fever (one-shot) leon kennedy x ashley graham ❞ WIP

vicious/villains duology

╰┈➤ ❝ elevating desires (one-shot) victor vale x eli ever ❞

star wars

╰┈➤ ❝ restless nights (discontinued) anakin x fem!reader ❞

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ key:

(on-going): this means it’s a fic that has depth to it, in other words: a long fic! it's something i'm continously writing and it has a thick enough plot to divide into multiple chapters. i try to update as regularly as i can. you can subscribe to the fic on ao3 so you'll get email updates whenever i post!

(discontinued): this means it's a long fic that i've abandonned and won't ever be going back to. this can be due to multiple reasons but i don't tend to drop my fics if i have a good story lying underneath them, so if you do see a discontinued fic on my page it probably wasn't something i was willing to remaster/extend on in the first place.

(completed): this means it's a long fic that has multiple chapters and has been edited a couple of times but probabably not edited to perfection. you won't have to wait for me to update as the entire story is available.

(one-shot): a quick fic that is only one chapter long, these are usually unedited and raw - they're just undeveloped quick bursts of ideas i try to write down asap, but i don't usually stretch them out into full-blown fics.

(2/3 part one-shot): i aim to make my one-shot fics just one chapter long but sometimes they get a little lengthy; it just feels wiser to just seperate the whole thing into a few parts. i never go over 3 parts, because if i do i would classify that as one of my 'long fics'.

(editing): if one of my fics has 'editing' beside the title that probably means i'm primarily focusing on updating that particular fic and i won't be working on other fics for the time being until i have completed editing, i usually go into an editing phase after every 10 chapters i upload on that specific fic, meaning i don't re-edit my one-shots no matter how many parts they are - my one-shots are always going to be raw first drafts and will most likely have mistakes.

i'm open for requests, if you'd like me to drop some headcannons or if you want to ask me if i could write up any possible fic ideas i will be more than happy to consider your suggestions! just drop me a dm or ask me anonymously <3

anyway thanks for reading this far, i'm super excited to make more works and share them with everyone :3 kudos and comments are so very appreciated (they motivate me fr) and in general i just love interacting with others so please don't hesitate to!

[kitty-used]

Mockingbird: Part 2

Currently I’m walking these two cute kids back home. I mean I did declare in their big sister so suddenly so of course I have to do my duty!

“Rin, can you tell me where your house is?” “Hm- oh it’s on xxx street. It should be close around the city.” “Ehhh! So you kids walk 30 minutes and back from school everyday? Don’t your tiny legs get tired from walking?” I asked with a very deep concern in my voice.

“well we don’t mind it anymore even though it does hurt…but sometimes only!” Rin gave out a not-so-convincing laugh. “Rin…it’s okay to be hurt, and you too Ran. Here come to me and I’ll carry ya!” I bent down to their height and picked them up, Rin on my left and Ran on my right side. “Oof-alright! Let’s get a boys home safely now.” I began walking again now carrying the two kids whom I thought would be heavier, especially due to their age but they were so light. So they’re parents even feed!?

“Uhh it’s okay you don’t have to carry us if we’re too heavy for you…” Ran said looking almost embarrassed but helpless at the same time.

“pshh! You’re not heavy kids and we’re almost close to your house now.” I stood in front of the apartment complex. Everywhere I looked it seemed too empty even though it’s located close to the city.

“Well, home sweet home! Which floor ya live in?” I went inside the building and into the elevator, putting the kids down.

“It’s on the 4th floor.” They both said in unison. While I was pressing the floor button I heard a sudden thump, I looked back and saw them sitting on the elevator floor. They looked so tired, sad and hurt….I got down with them and soothed their head gently. The whole time it was quiet and peaceful, like it was only the 3 of us in the world…and nothing else mattered.

The elevator came to a stop and the door opened, I got up and helped the kids get up too. They grabbed my hands on both sides. I couldn’t help but smile and melt from their cuteness.

“Alright boys, which door is your apartment?”

“4 again!” They beamed in unison.

“Lucky number 4?” I joked and walked to the side where their apartment was. Only the problem was…did they have a key?

“Uhmm guys do ya have a spare key?”

“Yea I do sis!” Ran took off his backpack and unlatched a key chain. “Here ya go!”

“Thank you very much!” I took the key from his small hands and opened the door. We walked inside together. The living room was big enough to fit a small family, it was also pretty empty except for some toys and a television.

“Alright! You’re home now, well now I’m off unless ya hungry and can’t cook.” The twins looks at me with sad eyes. “Sis…we’re hungry and we don’t know how to cook, and our wounds hurt.” Their eyes welled up with tears, and how could I say no to that?

“Don’t cry, I’ll cook for ya and clean ya wounds for today. Alright?”

After a couple minutes of consoling them and calming them down I went into the kitchen.

“Ya parents won’t mind, would they?”

“Nope, we don’t think they’re gonna come back until tomorrow morning.” Ran said as if it was normal for parents to neglect their kids.

“Oh well- then just relax and I’ll take care of ya today!”

Art not mine

[essarairsystems]

Leading Bucket Elevator Manufacturers – Essar Air Systems

In the world of industrial material handling, efficiency and reliability are key factors for success. That's where Essar Air Systems excels as one of the leading Bucket Elevator Manufacturers in India. With a proven track record of engineering excellence, cutting-edge technology, and a customer-focused approach, Essar Air Systems designs and delivers high-performance bucket elevators tailored to meet the demands of various industries.

Whether you need to transport grains, minerals, cement, or any other bulk material, Essar Air Systems provides durable, efficient, and cost-effective solutions designed to enhance your productivity and minimize operational costs.

Why Essar Air Systems Stands Out Among Bucket Elevator Manufacturers

🌟 Decades of Expertise and Innovation

With years of experience in material handling solutions, Essar Air Systems has established itself as a trusted name in the industry. Our team of expert engineers and technicians continuously innovate to create bucket elevators that are not only reliable but also easy to maintain and operate.

🌟 High-Performance Design and Build

Our bucket elevators are designed with precision, using high-quality materials that ensure long-lasting performance even under heavy-duty conditions. From robust chains and belts to corrosion-resistant buckets, every component is carefully engineered to maximize strength and durability.

🌟 Customized Solutions for Every Industry

We understand that every industry has unique material handling challenges. That’s why we offer fully customizable bucket elevators designed to meet your specific requirements. Whether it's height, load capacity, or material type, our solutions are tailored for maximum efficiency.

🌟 Energy-Efficient and Cost-Effective

Essar Air Systems' bucket elevators are designed to minimize energy consumption while maximizing throughput. This not only reduces operational costs but also enhances overall efficiency, giving you a competitive edge in the market.

🌟 Commitment to Safety and Compliance

Safety is a top priority at Essar Air Systems. Our bucket elevators are equipped with advanced safety features, including overload protection, anti-spillage mechanisms, and emergency stop controls, ensuring smooth and safe operation.

Types of Bucket Elevators We Manufacture

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Operates at high speeds to discharge materials using centrifugal force.

Perfect for high-volume applications where efficiency is key.

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Operates at lower speeds to reduce material damage and ensure smooth discharge.

Suitable for vertical transport over long distances.

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Designed for industrial environments with high wear and tear.

High load capacity with minimal maintenance requirements.

Why Essar Air Systems is the Trusted Name in Bucket Elevators

Essar Air Systems has built a solid reputation as a trusted bucket elevator manufacturer by consistently delivering innovative and reliable solutions. Our commitment to quality, customer satisfaction, and technical excellence sets us apart from the competition. We don't just supply bucket elevators — we partner with you to enhance your entire material handling process.

Our team works closely with clients to understand their operational needs and design tailored solutions that deliver long-term value. From initial consultation and design to installation and after-sales support, we provide a seamless experience that ensures maximum performance and customer satisfaction.

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Street Wear Style for Every Season: Outfit Ideas & Trends

Street wear style is one of the most revered movements in fashion that epitomizes comfort, creativity, and individualism. It is well complemented by every season, from breezy summer fits to layered arrangements of winter wear. The line from chill to obnoxiously stylish is infinitely blurred within street wear; simultaneously, there are infinite opportunities to remain comfortable and chic. Here is a seasonal guide to mastering streetwear style year-round and staying ahead of the trends.

Spring: Light Layers & Playful Prints

With spring comes the perfect weather for experimenting with layers and fun prints. Spring street wear works to combine bold graphics with light pieces.

Outfit Inspirations:

Oversized graphic tees teamed with cargo pants or distressed jeans.

Lightweight windbreakers or denim jackets with patches and embroidery.

Crossbody bags, bucket hats, and retro sneakers are the perfect cherry.

Trending Elements:

Bright graffiti-like prints and Y2K graphics.

Colourful sneakers and pastel hues.

Statement pieces such as chunky chains and logo caps.

Springtime blends bold hues and imaginative designs with lightweight comfort, keeping streetwear style new and functional.

Summer: Breathable and Statements

When it's on, street wear style gets fresh air with loose designs and breezy fabrics paired with pops of colour. It's time to be bold while keeping comfort intact.

Outfit Inspirations:

Mesh jersey and oversized tank with basketball shorts – As far as sporty streetwear goes, it can be a combination of a mesh jersey, breathable and relaxed, or an oversized tank, made comfy with basketball shorts. 

Linen joggers and lightweight graphic button-up – Light linen joggers paired with a lightweight button-up create an effortlessly chic look grounded in casual comfort. 

Snapbacks, sports shades, and chain accessories – Snapback caps, sporty shades, and bold chain necklaces bring that desired urban edge.

Trending Elements:

Neon accents on monochrome - These Neon touches to monochrome are all the rage now and pop a bright accent to elevate an otherwise simple look.

Vintage sportswear with oversized logos - Retro sportswear with loud logos is making a huge comeback and combines nostalgia vibes with modern streetwear aesthetics.

Floppy sandals and statement sneakers - The contrast is celebrated with footwear trends: floppy sandals for lazy days are offset by glamorous statement sneakers that amp up a fashionable outfit.

Summer street wear style balances comfort and bold street statements and will be key to staying calm and standing out.

Fall: Textured Layers & Earthy Tones

Mistfall, all those soft and textured layers, should rise from the realm of earthy palettes. From chillier weather, textured layers with streetwear are being set in earth-tone shades. Fall means comfort and utility- those mix-and-match outfits to wrap around you with all the warmth and style you wish for over the season.

Outfit Inspirations:

Dress down huge hoodies and flannels with cargo pants or joggers for an easygoing but unmistakably cool look suited for all casual outings. 

Layer a structured, sort-of-street-edge piece of workwear over your look. Bomber jackets and utility vests come readily to mind. 

Knit beanies, crossbody bags, and chunky sneakers help tie this outfit together, allowing for practical, trendy fun.

Trending Elements:

Olive, rust, and tan, earthy hues that have come for the season bring an organic and toned-down effect of casual outfits.

Heavy-duty working influences in classy Carhartt jackets are yet another ground undertaking in shaping toughness and beaming into street-style popularity.

Distressed denim analogous to skate styles, coupled with low-profile sneakers, is still ruling the roost: it's relaxed, without an effort, and everyday comfortable.

Much like rich layers and muted hues, it brings an entirely practical aura into the altogether effortless cool.

Winter: Warm & Urban-Ready

Winter demands clothes for layering, but urban streetwear never compromises on sheer edge for warmth. Functional outerwear works mainly with risqué streetwear staples meant for comfort in the chilling winds.

Outfit Inspirations:

With all these oversized puffer jackets and sherpa-lined hoodies, it becomes virtually impossible to stay warm without looking trendy in the streetwear sense. 

Thermal turtlenecks should be layered under graphic sweatshirts to keep warm and add interesting details for a comfortable, personal look. 

For a cozy yet functional fit for cool days and unpredictable weather, fleece-lined joggers go best with weatherproof high-top sneakers.

Trending Elements:

Outerwear with prints and oversized fits is coming on strong, adding pizzazz and personality to something as simple as a cotton tank and shorts. 

Weather-resistant technical fabrics are becoming a big trend, combining modern style and function. 

Branded beanies and oversized wallet-friendly scarves are essential for warmth and a stylish streetwise edge.

Ever-rebellious, even in freezing exterior temperatures, streetwear design continues to flaunt bold fits that are built on function meets fashion.

Top Streetwear Style Trends to Anticipate in 2025

On top of these seasonal transitions, some major movers and shakers are in the process of resolving things about street wear style for 2025:

Techwear Ingredients: The futuristic aesthetics are achieved through practicality with designs such as multi-pocket utility pants, reflective details, and weatherproof fabrics.

Fashion without Discrimination: This is a leaving style, oversized silhouettes, and neutral palettes, and floats the streetest in the most inclusive.

Green Makes It Street: The tree will soon bear fruits of sustainable initiatives for eco-friendly fabric, upcycling, and ethical production.

Rebirth of Nostalgia: This revives almost every little item from the 2000s on into the 1990s skating surf culture, an entire fridge jam-packed with all vintage graphics, a baggy fit or two, and a couple of great sneaker re-releases.

Discover Trendsetting streetwear style at The Hustle Groove Co.

The Hustle Groove Co. has all the necessary graphic tees, eye-catching outer layering pieces, must-have accessories, and the freshest sneakers for up-to-date street wear style. Blending urban culture and almost futuristic style into cohesive collections, the brand takes street style through urban trend changes. If you're adding pieces to your new season wardrobe, or perhaps you're just taking bold pieces for your rotation, This Brand always keeps your street wear style on point throughout the year.

[gireportstory]

Warehouse Cargo Elevators Revenue, Gross Margin and Market Share (2025-2031

Global Info Research’s  report offers key insights into the recent developments in the global Warehouse Cargo Elevators market that would help strategic decisions. It also provides a complete analysis of the market size, share, and potential growth prospects. Additionally, an overview of recent major trends, technological advancements, and innovations within the market are also included.Our report further provides readers with comprehensive insights and actionable analysis on the market to help them make informed decisions. Furthermore, the research report includes qualitative and quantitative analysis of the market to facilitate a comprehensive market understanding.This Warehouse Cargo Elevators research report will help market players to gain an edge over their competitors and expand their presence in the market.

Cargo lift is a heavy duty material lift that designed to transport various production materials, machines, vehicles, pallets or forklifts between different floors, suit for commercial buildings, garages, warehouses, factory plants, industrial spaces, retail stores, racking systems, restaurants, mezzanines and shopping centers.

This report is a detailed and comprehensive analysis for global Warehouse Cargo Elevators market. Both quantitative and qualitative analyses are presented by manufacturers, by region & country, by Type and by Application. As the market is constantly changing, this report explores the competition, supply and demand trends, as well as key factors that contribute to its changing demands across many markets. Company profiles and product examples of selected competitors, along with market share estimates of some of the selected leaders for the year 2025, are provided.

We have conducted an analysis of the following leading players/manufacturers in the Warehouse Cargo Elevators industry: Fujitec、Hitachi、Hyundai Elevator、KONE、Mitsubishi Electric、Orona Group、Otis Elevator、Schindler Group、ThyssenKrupp、Toshiba、Jinan MORN Technology Market segment by Type： Hydraulic、Geared Traction、Gearless Traction、Others Market segment by Application：Distribution Center、Climate Controlled Warehouse、Public Warehouse、Others Report analysis: The Warehouse Cargo Elevators report encompasses a diverse array of critical facets, comprising feasibility analysis, financial standing, merger and acquisition insights, detailed company profiles, and much more. It offers a comprehensive repository of data regarding marketing channels, raw material expenses, manufacturing facilities, and an exhaustive industry chain analysis. This treasure trove of information equips stakeholders with profound insights into the feasibility and fiscal sustainability of various facets within the market. Illuminates the strategic maneuvers executed by companies, elucidates their corporate profiles, and unravels the intricate dynamics of the industry value chain. In sum, the Warehouse Cargo Elevators report delivers a comprehensive and holistic understanding of the markets multifaceted dynamics, empowering stakeholders with the knowledge they need to make informed decisions and navigate the market landscape effectively. Conducts a simultaneous analysis of production capacity, market value, product categories, and diverse applications within the Warehouse Cargo Elevators market. It places a spotlight on prime regions while also performing a thorough examination of potential threats and opportunities, coupled with an all-encompassing SWOT analysis. This approach empowers stakeholders with insights into production capabilities, market worth, product diversity, and the markets application prospects. Assesses strengths, weaknesses, opportunities, and threats, offering stakeholders a comprehensive understanding of the Warehouse Cargo Elevators markets landscape and the essential information needed to make well-informed decisions. Market Size Estimation & Method Of Prediction

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The Ultimate Guide to Leather Sex Slings: Comfort, Durability, and Pleasure

A leather sex sling is the ultimate addition to any adventurous couple’s playroom. Designed for both comfort and durability, it allows for effortless positioning, deeper connection, and endless pleasure. Whether you're new to the experience or looking to upgrade your current setup, this guide will walk you through everything you need to know about leather sex slings.

Why Choose a Leather Sex Sling?

When it comes to bondage and suspension play, leather is the gold standard. Here’s why:

Superior Strength & Durability – High-quality leather is designed to withstand weight and movement, making it a safe choice for extended sessions.

Luxurious Feel – Leather is soft against the skin, offering a smooth and sensual experience.

Aesthetic Appeal – Nothing compares to the sleek, classic look of genuine leather in a playroom setting.

Custom Fit & Support – Leather naturally molds to the body over time, providing enhanced comfort and stability.

Setting Up Your Leather Sex Sling

To get the best experience, it’s essential to install your sling correctly. Here’s what you’ll need:

A Sturdy Suspension Point – Most people use ceiling-mounted anchors, a freestanding sling frame, or a reinforced door frame.

Heavy-Duty Chains & Hooks – These ensure secure suspension and weight distribution.

Adjustable Straps – Look for a sling with strong, reinforced straps for customized positioning.

Padding & Comfort Additions – Consider adding pillows, neck supports, or cuffs for an even better experience.

Exploring New Positions & Sensations

A leather sex sling opens up a world of possibilities for hands-free pleasure. Here are some exciting ways to use your sling:

Deep Penetration Positions – The elevation and support allow for better angles and deeper connection.

Full-Body Restraint Play – Attach wrist and ankle cuffs for an immersive bondage experience.

Oral & Sensory Play – The relaxed positioning makes oral exploration effortless and comfortable.

Caring for Your Leather Sex Sling

To keep your leather sling in top condition, follow these maintenance tips:

Clean Regularly – Wipe it down with a damp cloth after each use. Use a leather-safe cleaner for deeper cleaning.

Condition the Leather – Apply a leather conditioner periodically to maintain its softness and flexibility.

Store Properly – Keep it in a cool, dry place away from direct sunlight to prevent cracking or fading.

Choosing the Right Leather Sex Sling

When shopping for a leather sex sling, consider the following:

Material Quality – Opt for genuine leather with reinforced stitching.

Weight Capacity – Ensure it can support the weight of both partners safely.

Adjustability – Look for customizable straps and chain lengths for optimal positioning.

Add-Ons – Some slings come with built-in D-rings for additional restraints and accessories.

Final Thoughts

A leather sex sling is more than just a piece of bondage gear—it’s an investment in comfort, pleasure, and new experiences. Whether you’re exploring light suspension play or diving into intense bondage scenarios, the right leather sling can take your intimacy to the next level.

Are you ready to elevate your pleasure? Explore our premium leather sex slings and find the perfect fit for your desires!

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Understanding the Different Types of Conveyor Systems for UK Industries

 Conveyor systems are an essential part of many industries, especially in the UK, where manufacturing, logistics, and warehousing play a crucial role in the economy. From speeding up production lines to improving the efficiency of transportation within facilities, conveyor systems help businesses save time, reduce manual labor, and enhance overall productivity. But with various types available, it’s important for businesses to understand which one suits their specific needs. In this blog, we’ll explore the different types of conveyor systems commonly used in UK industries and how they can benefit your operations.

1. Belt Conveyors

Overview: Belt conveyors are one of the most widely used types of conveyor systems across multiple industries, especially in food, packaging, and manufacturing sectors. They consist of a continuous loop of material, typically made from rubber, plastic, or fabric, that moves products from one point to another.

Applications:

Transporting loose materials like grains or aggregates.

Moving boxes and packages along assembly lines.

Suitable for both incline and decline transportation.

Benefits:

Simple design and easy maintenance.

Ideal for transporting large quantities of materials.

Versatile and adaptable to various industries.

2. Roller Conveyors

Overview: Roller conveyors use a series of rollers to transport products, making them an ideal choice for industries where heavier items or packaged goods need to be moved efficiently. These conveyors are often powered (motorized) or non-powered (gravity-fed).

Applications:

Ideal for heavy-duty applications such as transporting pallets, crates, and cartons.

Widely used in warehouses, airports, and distribution centers.

Benefits:

Efficient and cost-effective for heavy and bulky items.

Low maintenance and long-lasting.

Can be used for both straight and curved paths.

3. Chain Conveyors

Overview: Chain conveyors use a chain to carry materials along a track. They are particularly useful in industries that deal with heavy, bulky, or large items that are not suited for belt or roller systems.

Applications:

Used in automotive assembly lines, where heavy components need to be moved.

Handling products in harsh environments such as hot or cold temperatures.

Benefits:

Can carry heavy loads and withstand harsh conditions.

Durable and reliable over long periods.

Suitable for industries that deal with bulky or irregularly shaped items.

4. Pneumatic Conveyors

Overview: Pneumatic conveyors use air pressure to move products through a tube. This type of system is often used in industries that deal with powder, granules, or small items, like in food processing, chemicals, or pharmaceuticals.

Applications:

Transporting powders, grains, or bulk materials like cement or flour.

Moving lightweight or fragile items over long distances in an enclosed space.

Benefits:

Ideal for materials that need to be transported in a clean, enclosed environment.

Reduces the risk of contamination, especially in food or pharmaceutical industries.

Can move materials across large distances, even vertically.

5. Spiral Conveyors

Overview: Spiral conveyors are a type of vertical conveyor system that moves items along a helical path, either upward or downward. These are ideal for applications where space is limited, and products need to be moved between different levels of a facility.

Applications:

Moving small to medium-sized items between floors in warehouses or manufacturing plants.

Ideal for applications that need to maximize space usage while maintaining high throughput.

Benefits:

Space-efficient as they use minimal floor space.

Reduces the need for large elevators or lifts in multi-level facilities.

Can handle a wide range of materials, from light items to heavier loads.

6. Vibratory Conveyors

Overview: Vibratory conveyors use vibrations to move products along a path, typically on a trough or a series of trays. These systems are used primarily in industries where delicate or small items need to be handled gently.

Applications:

Handling delicate items such as small parts in electronics manufacturing.

Sorting and transporting materials in the food processing and pharmaceutical industries.

Benefits:

Gentle on products, minimizing damage.

Suitable for light or small items.

Can be used for sorting, feeding, or aligning products.

7. Zig-Zag Conveyors

Overview: Zig-zag conveyors, also known as incline conveyors, are designed to move products at various angles, typically from one height to another. This type of conveyor is used when materials need to be transferred vertically or horizontally without taking up too much floor space.

Applications:

Transferring products between production stages on different levels.

Sorting materials in processing plants, especially for fragile products like food or cosmetics.

Benefits:

Great for maximizing vertical space in warehouses or plants.

Can be used for both ascending and descending tasks.

Allows smooth transition of products between various stages of production.

8. Automated Guided Vehicle (AGV) Conveyors

Overview: AGVs are autonomous vehicles that follow predefined paths to transport goods around a facility. They are often used in combination with other conveyor systems for fully automated material handling solutions.

Applications:

Automating the transportation of materials in warehouses or large manufacturing plants.

Used in industries like automotive or electronics for assembly lines.

Benefits:

Fully automated, reducing labor costs.

Enhances flexibility and scalability in operations.

Improves safety by reducing human intervention in material handling.

Conclusion

Understanding the different types of conveyor systems is crucial for selecting the best solution for your specific industry needs in the UK. Whether you are handling lightweight items, heavy-duty materials, or delicate products, there is a conveyor system that can help streamline your operations, improve efficiency, and reduce costs. Choosing the right type of system can help ensure that your business meets production goals, enhances product safety, and adapts to future challenges.

Before making a decision, it’s essential to assess your material handling needs, the weight and size of the items being transported, and the space constraints of your facility. With the right conveyor system in place, your business will be equipped to handle growth, improve throughput, and stay competitive in the ever-evolving UK industrial landscape.

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Custom MMA Cages & Boxing Rings: The Ultimate Setup for Atlanta Fighters

Introduction

For fighters, trainers, and event organizers in Atlanta, having access to high-quality combat sports equipment is essential. Whether you're setting up a professional training facility, hosting an MMA or boxing event, or simply refining your craft, the right cage or ring can make all the difference.

Investing in custom MMA cages & boxing rings in Atlanta ensures a safe, professional, and personalized experience tailored to your needs. In this guide, we’ll explore the benefits of custom setups, key factors to consider, and how to find the best equipment to take your training or event to the next level.

Why Custom MMA Cages & Boxing Rings Matter

1. Tailored to Your Needs

Every fighter and training facility has unique requirements. Custom cages and rings allow you to choose the right size, materials, and branding options to match your goals, whether for professional competition or intensive training.

2. Enhanced Safety and Durability

Combat sports involve intense physical engagement, making safety a top priority. A well-built custom ring or cage includes high-quality padding, reinforced flooring, and shock-absorbent materials to minimize injury risks.

3. Compliance with Competition Standards

If you're hosting professional events, your equipment must meet industry regulations. Custom-built cages and rings can be designed to align with MMA and boxing governing bodies’ specifications, ensuring a regulation-compliant fighting environment.

4. Branding and Personalization

For gyms, promotional events, or sponsorship opportunities, customized designs featuring logos, colors, and graphics can enhance brand visibility and create a professional atmosphere.

Key Considerations When Choosing a Custom MMA Cage or Boxing Ring

1. Size and Space Requirements

MMA Cages: Typically range from 20 feet to 30 feet in diameter, with various height options for fencing.

Boxing Rings: Common sizes range from 16 feet for training to 24 feet for professional competitions.

Consider your facility’s available space to determine the optimal size for your setup.

2. Construction Quality

Frame: Look for heavy-duty steel construction for long-term durability.

Padding & Flooring: Shock-absorbent, non-slip flooring is crucial for fighter safety.

Cage Walls & Ropes: High-tensile chain-link fencing for MMA cages; durable ropes with padded turnbuckles for boxing rings.

3. Installation and Mobility

Decide whether you need a permanent setup for a gym or a portable option for events.

Some cages and rings offer modular assembly, making them easy to dismantle and transport.

4. Budget and Customization Options

Custom branding and additional features, such as adjustable flooring or LED lighting, may add to the cost.

Get quotes from reputable suppliers and compare options before making a decision.

Where to Find the Best Custom MMA Cages & Boxing Rings in Atlanta

Finding a trusted supplier is crucial for quality assurance and seamless installation. If you're looking for custom MMA cages & boxing rings in Atlanta, choosing an expert provider ensures you receive durable, regulation-compliant equipment tailored to your needs.

Sering Rentals specializes in high-quality combat sports setups, offering personalized solutions for fighters, gym owners, and event organizers. Their team provides expert craftsmanship, full installation services, and customized designs to enhance your fighting experience.

Additional Equipment for Your Setup

1. Training Gear and Protective Equipment

Ensure fighters have access to high-quality gloves, headgear, and shin guards for safe training sessions.

2. Event Enhancements

If you’re organizing a fight night, consider adding professional lighting, sound systems, and seating arrangements to enhance the spectator experience.

3. Branding and Custom Graphics

Custom ring skirts, cage pads, and signage can elevate the aesthetic appeal and branding of your space.

Conclusion

Investing in a custom MMA cage or boxing ring is a game-changer for fighters, trainers, and event organizers. A personalized setup ensures safety, meets competition standards, and enhances your brand’s professional presence. If you’re ready to elevate your training or event, work with a trusted provider to get the best custom-built solution.For high-quality, regulation-compliant combat sports setups, explore custom MMA cages & boxing rings in Atlanta and take your fight game to the next level.

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The Ultimate Guide to Overhead Cranes: Everything You Need to Know

Overhead cranes, also known as bridge cranes, are an essential piece of equipment for many industries, including manufacturing, construction, and logistics. These cranes help lift and transport heavy materials safely and efficiently, making them crucial for operations that require moving large or cumbersome loads. In this blog, we’ll break down what overhead cranes are, how they work, the types available, their benefits, and key considerations for businesses looking to implement them.

What is an Overhead Crane?

An overhead crane is a type of crane that is designed to move horizontally along a pair of rails mounted on the ceiling or elevated tracks, typically within a building or warehouse. This crane system consists of a hoist, trolley, and bridge, which are all mounted on a steel frame or structure that spans the width of the area.

The primary function of an overhead crane is to lift and move heavy loads across a specific area, typically over large, open spaces. Overhead cranes are widely used in industries where precise material handling and high load capacities are necessary, such as manufacturing, automotive production, construction, and shipping.

Key Components of an Overhead Crane

Overhead cranes are composed of several key components that work together to ensure smooth operation and high lifting capacity. These include:

Bridge: This is the main horizontal beam that spans the area and supports the hoist and trolley. The bridge is typically mounted on rails and allows the crane to move horizontally from one end to the other.

Hoist: The hoist is the lifting mechanism of the crane. It uses chains, wire ropes, or other lifting devices to raise and lower the load.

Trolley: The trolley is mounted on the bridge and moves back and forth along it. It carries the hoist and enables it to travel across the bridge, allowing the crane to cover a large area.

Runways: These are the rails or beams installed on the ceiling or floor that the crane bridge travels on. The runways guide the crane as it moves horizontally.

End Trucks: These are the wheels or rollers mounted on either end of the crane bridge. They help the crane travel along the runways.

Control System: Overhead cranes are operated using control systems, which can be pendant controls, remote controls, or operator cabins. These systems allow the crane operator to control the hoist’s lifting, lowering, and horizontal movements.

Types of Overhead Cranes

Overhead cranes are available in different configurations, each designed to meet specific needs depending on the load, span, and space constraints. Some of the most common types of overhead cranes include:

Single Girder Overhead Cranes:

Single girder cranes have one horizontal beam (girder) supporting the hoist and trolley. These cranes are ideal for lighter loads and are generally more cost-effective than double girder cranes.

Advantages: Lighter weight, more economical, and easier to install.

Applications: Used in warehouses, light manufacturing, and assembly lines.

Double Girder Overhead Cranes:

Double girder cranes have two horizontal beams, offering increased stability and capacity. These cranes are suited for heavier loads and more demanding tasks.

Advantages: Greater lifting capacity, better for high-capacity applications.

Applications: Used in heavy manufacturing, steel mills, and shipyards.

Top Running Overhead Cranes:

Top-running cranes have the hoist and trolley running on top of the bridge girder. These cranes are mounted on overhead rails and are used for heavy-duty lifting.

Advantages: High load capacity and speed, better for large or tall buildings.

Applications: Used in large industrial settings with high ceilings, such as manufacturing plants or warehouses.

Under Running Overhead Cranes:

Under-running cranes have the hoist and trolley running beneath the bridge girder. These cranes are typically used in smaller spaces or buildings with lower ceilings.

Advantages: Compact design, ideal for buildings with lower headroom.

Applications: Suitable for smaller spaces like smaller factories or warehouses.

How Do Overhead Cranes Work?

Overhead cranes work by combining several mechanical systems to achieve precise lifting and movement. Here’s how the crane typically operates:

Hoisting: The crane’s hoist lifts the load using a wire rope, chain, or other lifting mechanism. This is powered by an electric motor or sometimes manually operated, depending on the crane's design.

Horizontal Movement: The hoist is mounted on a trolley that travels along the bridge. As the operator controls the crane, the trolley moves along the bridge, allowing the hoist to travel horizontally.

Precise Control: The crane operator uses a control system to manage both the vertical (lifting) and horizontal (trolley movement) actions of the crane. The controls can be a pendant or a wireless remote.

Load Placement: The operator can lift the load, move it across the area, and then lower it into position. Overhead cranes can be used for precise load placement, which is particularly useful in environments with limited space.

Benefits of Overhead Cranes

Overhead cranes offer numerous advantages to businesses that rely on efficient material handling and precise lifting. Some of the key benefits include:

Improved Efficiency: Overhead cranes allow for faster lifting and movement of heavy loads compared to manual handling, which speeds up operations and increases productivity.

Increased Safety: Using overhead cranes reduces the risk of workplace injuries associated with manual lifting. Cranes provide a safe way to lift and move heavy objects, preventing strains, falls, and accidents.

Space-Saving: Since the crane is mounted on the ceiling or overhead beams, it doesn’t take up valuable floor space. This maximizes the available workspace for other tasks and operations.

High Lifting Capacity: Overhead cranes are designed to handle heavy loads, with many models capable of lifting thousands of pounds, which is ideal for heavy industrial and manufacturing environments.

Precise Load Control: Overhead cranes allow for precise positioning of loads, which is crucial in settings where accuracy is necessary, such as assembly lines or large-scale manufacturing plants.

Applications of Overhead Cranes

Overhead cranes are used across a wide range of industries, including:

Manufacturing: For moving raw materials and components across production lines.

Construction: For lifting heavy materials like steel beams, concrete, and machinery on job sites.

Shipping and Logistics: To handle containers, goods, and equipment in warehouses and distribution centers.

Automotive: In vehicle assembly lines to lift and move parts.

Shipyards: For loading and unloading heavy ship components.

Maintenance and Safety Considerations

To ensure long-lasting performance and safety, regular maintenance is crucial for overhead cranes. Here are some key maintenance tips:

Inspection: Regularly inspect the hoist, crane structure, and control systems for wear and damage.

Lubrication: Keep all moving parts well-lubricated to reduce friction and wear.

Load Testing: Periodically perform load tests to ensure the crane is operating within its capacity.

Operator Training: Ensure that crane operators are trained in safe operating practices and familiar with emergency protocols.

Conclusion

Overhead cranes are vital for handling heavy materials safely and efficiently in various industries. Whether you’re looking to improve productivity in your warehouse, manufacturing plant, or construction site, installing an overhead crane can be a game-changer. By understanding the different types, components, and benefits of these cranes, you can make an informed decision about the right crane for your business.

If you're considering installing an overhead crane or need more information about their maintenance, feel free to reach out. Proper planning and regular maintenance will ensure your crane system operates smoothly and safely for years to come.

Got any questions or need further details? Drop a comment below!