#I SOBB IN BETWEEN MY HANDS-

[formerprincewille]

Something that really sets Wille and Simon apart from other queer ships is that when we say their love language is physical touch, IT REALLY IS PHYSICAL TOUCH. And I’m not speaking of just sex. Over the course of the show, the amount of touching between them is astronomical. And that’s really something rarely seen in queer media. There may be moments here or there, but often times there’s a lack of physical contact unless it’s for “the plot”. Wille and Simon feel like a real couple in the way they’re always physically reaching out for each other.

[cosmichorrorsarestillnicerthanme]

A Friendly Sparring Match-Seele X Reader

Full disclosure, this was just an excuse to write a fight scene

I think I'm going to try and clear out my Blazblue asks next

“Don’t worry, you three will be fine! It's just a friendly sparring match after all. I’m sure they won’t be too mean about it.” Seele muttered as she waved her hand and pushed you into the group’s field of view.

“Now, with that out of the way, I have an appointment to get to!” Seele lied as naturally as she breathed.

All this chaos with the Stellaron and the reconnection of Belobog, it was too much to keep up with.

If Natasha hadn’t reminded her about the date she would have completely forgotten something she had drilled into her head for the last 364 days.

The first year anniversary of you and her dating.

Sure, she may be tossing them into the fire, but they could fight off a giant robot, surely they’ll be able to stay on even ground with you for a while.

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“I can’t find a way in!” Stelle exclaimed to herself in her head as she was pushed onto the back foot, holding up her lance to stop your fist from knocking her head clean off.

However, it did not stop her from being sent flying back and into a wall, creating a crater.

Before you could advance further on the trailblazer, a spear attempted to impale you from behind.

However, you sidestepped the strike and then, while Dan Heng was still in the process of regretting every decision he had ever made, sent the mother of all left hooks right into the side of his face, sending him flying away like a ragdoll and turning your back on Stelle in the process.

Doing her best to capitalize on Dan Heng’s misfortune, Stelle rushed forward, her lance ready to run you through.

However, the trailblazer underestimated what a fighter like you could do.

At the last possible second, you slipped past the attack, and stepped deep inside the range of the Trailblazer.

Your left foot was forward, your right was pulled back, your left hand closest to Stelle and your right hand held at your eye’s level.

In the blink of an eye, four lightning fast jabs shot out, all for landing on her chin and causing her entire body to go limp.

Unfortunately for Stelle, you were not done with this particular attack as you pulled your right hand back and to your waist.

Then, as Stelle fell, you launched the viscous uppercut.

It landed squarely on her chin, the force of it forcing her onto her feet as you jumped back and then rushed back in, sending another uppercut straight into her gut.

Needless to say, she was sent flying away.

However, to pick up her friend's slack, the arrows of March 7th began to rain down upon you.

You had two options at this moment.

Advance or Retreat.

Obviously, you chose to advance.

The ground shattered under your feet as you rushed forward, your fists held in front of you as you slipped and dodged and bobbed in between each arrow.

In an instant you were infront of March, your fist pulled back and ready to send her into next week.

Without hesitation, you threw your attack.

However, at the last second, Dan Heng’s spear knocked your strike out of the way, saving March from seeing the future.

Though, it did not save her from Dan Heng kicking her out of the way as he blocked the storm of bone shaking jabs with the haft of his spear.

Dan Heng’s hands grew number and number with every blow to his spear.

He needed to find a point to counterattack soon, otherwise he won’t be able to hold on to his weapon.

Ten more blows forced him to change his plan to simply getting away.

Three more forced his spear to fly away.

A single left stunned him.

A pair of heavy right hooks knocked his lights out.

And with that, only March was still standing.

“I… uh… couldn’t interest you in a seminar about our expert conductor and mascot Pom Pom could I?” March asked.

She was answered by waking up in Natasha’s clinic with the mother of all stomach aches.

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“Wah! Why does everything hurt!?” March sobbed as she laid on the carpet, a cup or juice next to her.

“Hey, at least you only got a gut punch, I nearly got my jaw broken.” Stelle groaned as she laid next to March on her back.

A series of muffled and irritated grunts came from the wheelchair bound mummy that was known as Dan Heng.

As the group began to argue amongst themselves, the door was opened.

In the doorway, stood the architect of their suffering.

Seele.

Dan Heng attempted to stand up but was promptly reminded of why he was in the wheelchair.

Stelle, shot up, the pain that was shooting through her entire body nearly forcing her to collapse back onto the floor.

March merely continued to sob on the floor.

“Wow, you three look like you got caught in a cave in.” Seele declared as she crossed her arms.

“Screw you Seele.” Stelle Groaned as she leaned on the end of one of the beds.

Dan Heng let out a string of completely indecipherable words that could’ve only been profanity.

“What’s with all the hostility!?” Seele exclaimed in concern.

“A FRIENDLY SPARRING MATCH!!!” the trio exclaimed in pain.

[lotus-n-l0ve]

𝐏𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭

— Basketball Player!Ryomen Sukuna x Female Reader

SYNOPSIS : After a tough and tiring basketball match what could be better than eating you sweet pussy out till it's all red and swollen.

WARNINGS : Oral (female reciving), fingering, cursing, vulger language, minors dni, 0.3k words.

NOTE FROM LOTUS : Hey. English is not my first language so sorry for any grammatical mistakes. Had this one for soooooo long in my darft. This is a old fic that I wrote so it might not be much good.

𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 // 𝐉𝐔𝐉𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐔 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

Your back arched as soft moans left your mouth. Your one hand grabbing the bed sheet in a deadlock and the other one buried in his pink hair, pushing his face farther into your dripping, wet pussy. You were lying on your bed, naked, with Sukuna between your legs.

"Suk-Sukuna, I-I can't anymore." You barely spoke before moans took over your words.

"Oh, of course you can, princess."

Sukuna moaked you before lapping down on your glistening pussy. He was going down on you for hours now. After a tough and tiring basketball match what could be better than eating your sweet pussy out till it's all red and swollen. He almost had you out in the broad daylight but you dragged him in the bedroom before he could.

You lost count on how many times you had orgasamed. You stopped counting after the third time. His tongue dragged from the bottom to the hood of your clit. His thick finger slipped in, criss crossing. Your walls clenched around his finger. His one finger was as big as two of yours.

He pulled his fingers out to the tip before shoving it back inside you. Soon another one of his fingers joined. Both streching your hole.

"Kuna." You whined. Your lips trembled in pain.

Your clit was so sensitive that each stroke of tongue was sending your eyes rolling back. Sukuna grunts, your sweet pussy was a feast to him. He would never get tired of it. His hips grinding on the bed in sync.

Tear drops rolled down your cheeks to the bed. Sobbs escaping your mouth. The tip of his fingers kept hitting your g-spot one after another. You could feel your stomach flipping. You were nearing your orgasm. Your wet wall squeezed around his fingers.

"Cum princess. Cum for me. I'm not stopping till you pass out."

© 𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐔𝐒-𝐍-𝐋𝟎𝐕𝐄 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑, 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 — all content rights belongs to LOTUS-N-L0VE. do not plagiarise any works and do not repost or translate onto any other sites.

All the rights and credits of the characters, gifs, songs and pictures used here belongs to their rightful owners.

[rubythoughts]

This can’t be happening.

After all that she went through in her last gane, he can’t be this saddistic.

He can. She is so concentrated on the throbbing between her legs that she doesn’t realize when he’s sitting down next to her.

Her lips tremble with a little quiet moan while the little vibrator stuck between her folds edges her again. Chishiya chuckels as the vibration stops and she is suddenly more clear. Himiko frowns but doesn’t have the energy to move more.

- You find this funny?

- Delightful, actually.

She wants to say another thing but she’s yet again stopped by the vibrations that keep her so painfully close to orgasm. Himiko breathes in and tries to focus on Usagi’s swimming, unsuccessfully.

- It’s been 3 hours, stop already.

His half smile is more enfuriating when the vibrator starts again, this time with a longer hold and she really believes he’s granting her that sweet release. But he’s not and tears slip through her eyes. If it wouldn’t be so public he would actually try to help her come, but voyeurs were never a thing for him.

The tears are too much though, he must have overestimated the situation somehow. She tries to hide a sobb when the vibrations start again, short and repetitive.

- Beg me to stop and I might.

She almost yells at him.

- Please.

- That’s not really begging isn’t it?

- Please, Chishiya.

She is serious and he knows it too, the look on her face is priceless though. So messed up, edged so many times and so willing to come - if he would as much as put a finger on her she might collapse.

- Get up, go to my room and undress.

She is too dizzy to process, but she does it. Anything for the release she’s chasing.

The buzzer starts a few times until she gets there but once she drops her bikkini bottoms to the floor the temptation to just get it out and use her fingers is so big, she almost gives in. She likes the challenge but maybe this time it was too far.

He finds her with her hands almost touching that bundle of nerves in her core, only one more second and she might have slipped.

- Such a good girl for me.

He kneels between her legs and once the vibrator starts once more, his lips - barely touching her clit - form one single word:

- Come.

And she does, while his tongue is now caressing every inch of her womanhood to help her ride the so-long-waited orgasm. She slips somewhere between conscious and unconscious for a few moments and opens her eyes to Chishya replacing the little gadget with his own fingers. He touches all the right spots and his mouth is still on her kissing, licking and sucking every sensitive area and she’s once more tensing with an orgasm.

His other hand is busy with his own issue: his grown bulge threatening to spill any second now, at the sight of her.

They find release together: he hits something inside her that feels so unholly and sweet while she scream his name for the whole Beach to hear.

He’s the one standing up first, wetting a towel and cleaning her after all her arousal went down her legs together with his release now.

Himiko snores softly once he reaches to cover her up with a blanket. He takes one of the books she has around and sits on the chair by the window.

The vinrator buzzes in weird rythms now, discarded on the floor. Chishiya looks for someone in the crowd of partying people.

…..

Kuina is holding a little remote with only one button, staring at it with annoyance and pressing it rythmically. He asked her to hold on to it and not press it but he should know better.

Besides, he didn’t tell her what it does, of course she pressed it. And so many times with no result!

Disappointing.

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Long time no see! Let’s say this is just a thought I had one day - nothing much but I sure hope you like it!

No beta. Smut, explicit content

[disastercyborgecho]

SOBB Week #5 [Both Prompts]

I am tired and Feeling Emotions, and using Omega to make sense of them :')

Prompt: “You’re a bad liar.”

Prompt: “Need a hand?”

I wanted to explore Crosshair and Omega's journey of healing in this one. We all know this is not a linear process, and I feel like at the beginning, Cross would struggle more than most in finding a way to feel safe enough to open up. I see so much of his need to appear strong in Omega, and I think it would transfer to both of their coping mechanisms as well. And so this happened, and I made myself even more sad <3

Title taken from 'In Quiet Rooms' by Ollie MN (I highly recommend checking it out, it is such a Crosshair song, and very beautiful)

I hope y'all like it!

@summer-of-bad-batch

One of my favorite bits in this one:

"It was a silent thing, his sadness. Curled up tight in his throat and seeping out through his skin in pitiful jumps and starts, collapsing his posture inward and wetting his sun-bleached shorts with tears. A sheepish loth-cat, whimpering under the harsh hand of a hateful owner after it had broken a bowl by accident. Omega wasn’t sure if Cross had been the one to hurt the animal until it cowered away, or if it had been someone else. She didn’t like that she already kind of knew."

***

To Love in Quiet Rooms

Omega wasn’t scared of Crosshair. Of course she wasn’t. But. Well, sometimes, it was easy to forget the time he spent loyally serving the Empire, and other times…it wasn’t. 

Mostly, he was quiet. When they all made it home, nursing varying degrees of injury, he disappeared for days, only to return when Echo went and dragged him out of whatever corner he had holed up in. Mostly, Omega could find him when she wanted to spend time in companionable silence, curling up in porch rocking chairs as they read different books, or she chatted about her day and he carefully sketched in a small notebook he had dug up from somewhere, balancing it on his thighs and forearm as he drew. 

But sometimes he would stop eating and showering and just sit and stare at the wall, ignoring everything around him. Even as Wrecker plied him with freshly baked treats, or Tech would read to him until he lost his voice.

Sometimes he would fly into a rage, throwing plates and mugs from their small kitchen against the wall, screaming at Hunter through tears. ‘How could you do that? How could you give me up so easily?’ 

Crosshair’s hand would shake and his face would turn red, and Hunter would shake his head at her when he saw that Omega was watching through a crack in the door between her room and the common area. She was not supposed to know about these moments. Everything was supposed to be better now. They were supposed to be better now. 

Sometimes she didn’t think that was true at all. 

She found him on the ‘fresher floor one night when she couldn’t sleep through Hemlock’s laughter and cold, inhuman hands pushing needles into her skin over and over and over and–

And she was exhausted when she stumbled across Crosshair curled into a ball between the toilet and the shower as she tried to get a glass of water. His head was in the toilet, gagging, and sweat glistened on his skin when he looked up to see who had disturbed him. Omega winced at the smell and the pallor sitting just under his tanned skin, and turned on the dimmest setting of the light she could as she carefully stepped around the sink and knelt down next to him. He was shaking. 

“...You okay?” she asked hesitantly. She wasn’t sure if this was like the moments they shared on the porch, or if this was one of those times she was supposed to pretend wasn’t happening.

“Get away from me,” Came the hissed answer.

Seems like it was the second option.

When she didn’t immediately move away, Crosshair grunted in annoyance and tried to stumble up towards the sink to wash the taste of vomit out of his mouth. Omega could relate, having had her own fair share of nights spent on the cold ‘fresher floor, and scooted out of the way. But as she watched on silently, Cross tried again and again to turn the handles of the faucet with his remaining hand, failing every time as his bones tried to vibrate out of his body. Twitching and jerking uncontrollably, he couldn’t seem to get a grip on the smooth metal of the contraption, and eventually he gave up and collapsed back onto the floor next to Omega, shoulders shaking and head tucked into his knees.

It took her a moment, content enough to allow this moment to distract her from her own dark thoughts, to realize that he was crying. It was a silent thing, his sadness. Curled up tight in his throat and seeping out through his skin in pitiful jumps and starts, collapsing his posture inward and wetting his sun-bleached shorts with tears. A sheepish loth-cat, whimpering under the harsh hand of a hateful owner after it had broken a bowl by accident. Omega wasn’t sure if Cross had been the one to hurt the animal until it cowered away, or if it had been someone else. 

She didn’t like that she already kind of knew. 

“Need a hand?” She asked after a few more minutes had passed. “I could get you some water or something…”

She knew how to comfort her other brothers in moments like these. Hugging Echo so tightly in the hopes that she could single handedly  hold his body together. Telling Tech over and over that she cared for him, no matter how many times he needed to hear it. Drawing Wrecker pictures of their family, and always listening to him when he needed someone to talk to. Letting her head rest on Hunter’s shoulder and reminding him that he was loved. That he was trusted.

But she had yet to learn the language Crosshair spoke in his most vulnerable moments. 

“Go away,” He hissed again, harsher this time, through his tears. “Why can’t you just leave me alone? Everyone else always does in the end. They know that I’m rotten inside, and that I’ll infect them too, but–” He scrubbed his hand down his face and bared his teeth. “But you’re too stupid to get him, aren’t you? A stupid little girl who doesn’t know when she’s not wanted.” ‘

And it hurt. She couldn’t pretend that it didn’t. 

Sure, she knew that he was struggling, and that he didn’t mean it, not really, but it stung. It made her clench her fists at her side and her face heat up, because how did Crosshair always know exactly what felt most like needles under her skin?

But then she looked at her older brother, curled up into a ball almost as small as her on the ‘fresher floor next to her, the soft light reflecting off of scarred hollow cheeks and a hand that couldn’t stop twitching, the knuckles white from scar tissue and the fingers twisted and crooked. And she took a deep breath.

“Okay,” she said.

And she got up and left.

It only took a moment to fetch a plastoid cup from the cupboard in the kitchen, unbreakable when stuck between ‘fresher floors and shaking hands. Then she made her way back to her brother.

“Need help with this?” She asked, standing in the doorframe. He looked up at her again, mirroring the moment only minutes ago when Omega first found him. She filled the cup in the sink and took her place back at his side. He was warm, and she leaned in to his side. He let her. 

“No,” he answered. His voice was flat now. No venom in it, just tired.

She shrugged and handed him the half-full cup carefully, and he managed to grab it at least, but he couldn’t control his muscles enough to raise it without spilling everything down his stretched out t-shirt. 

“You’re a bad liar,” said Omega. 

Then she reached up, and carefully she helped him raise the cup to his lips and drink. He let her. Then they sat. Neither knew how long it had been, but eventually the bright Pabu sun began to reach its fingers through the window every so carefully, and Crosshair shifted his weight a bit as the soft light turned his hair from gray to a glowing white. 

“I’m…sorry,” He said, slowly. Clunky. Uncomfortable. 

Omega looked up at him, the cup still held in her hand, empty now. There were bags under his eyes, and she was sure she shared them, and for a moment the sun turned their hair the same color. Twins in the face of their trauma and tragedy. Twins in the face of dealing with it on their own, snapping at anyone who tried to comfort them, desperate to prove that they were fine, and that they would be fine without the help of anyone else. It ached, seeing her sadness reflected back at her in the lines of the face of one of the people she loved most in the world. She wondered if the next time she offered to help him, Crosshair would accept it. She wondered if she would. She didn’t know.

“Okay.” She said.

Then she let herself curl up into his shoulder, and let her eyes slip shut knowing that she would not dream of anything with her brother there to keep her safe. The last thing she felt was a hand in her hair, gently untangling it strand by strand.

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[shelbgrey]

Short story: Dream Warriors(Lance Sweets)

Paring: Lance Sweets x Hodgins!Reader

Summary: the day y/n and her brother Jack were buried in the car by the Gravedigger still haunts her in many different ways. One night she wakes up screaming, her boyfriend Lance is there to comfort her.

A/n: this story won the poll I posted, I'm so excited it won. Sorry it's so short.

MasterList

Where am I...?

I blinked a couple of times and saw nothing but darkness, I squeezed my eyes shut and winced as specks of dirt fell on my face. My lungs burned at the lack of oxygen as tried to moved around, realizing were I was I started to panic.

Not again...

“no... No!” I pounded on the car window, remembering this all to well. The only difference was I was utterly alone in the darkness.

I pushed and pushed on all the windows trying to excape but nothing worked. I weezed as the doors of the car started to close in on me.

I pushed with all the strangth I had to stop it from closing in on me and crushing me. “let me out!” I sobbed and banged on the doors.

The sounds of metal and glass cracking filled my ears, it fell like every part of my body was being crushed. I kicked as hard as I could intill the door came off. Dirt came flooding in, invading all my sences. As the salty earth filled my throat I felt myself falling. I grabed and threw my hands around trying to stop it but nothing worked.

“oof” I groaned as my back hit a sheat of rusted metal. I coughed and heaved trying to relive my lung from all the dirt and sand. I grabbed at my chest and panted, when I took a breath a noticed the steam and pipes that surrounded me.

“help me!”

I quickly stood up at the familour shouting. “Jack!” I ran towards the sound of his voice only to get whipped back, hard enough to where I went flying right into a large stake in the wall.

Blood trickled down my chin as I looked at the blood covered piece of metal coming out of my chest. “h-help me” I croaked out.

Then It went black...

A bight light glared at me, the light remind me of the light fixture in the Lab. Temperance then came into view and picked up my face... My skull actually

“y/n, Baby wake up” Lance said shaking me.

I jolted awake in a sweating, out of breath haze. I coughed and tried regulated my breathing.

It felt like my heart was gonna burst into flames with how fast and hard it's beating. Like in my dream, my chest heaving hard, feeling like I still couldn’t breathe properly no matter how hard I tried.

“Lance...” I croaked as hot tears filled my eyes, it clouded my vision. It felt so real, it felt like I was right back in that damn car. I couldn’t stop relaying the moment me and jack were buried in that car, reliving the molment I woke up in ICU and the only relief I felt was when I open my eyes and Lance was there. Just like this very moment.

“Hey its okay” he whispered and pulled me to his chest. I grabed on this shirt and sobbed into his chest, there was nothing stopping the tears now.

“I got you, your safe... I promise” he said running his fingers through my hair as he hugged me tighter. I held on to him for dear life, trying to regain what was and wasn't reality.

“I-i was-s in the car ag-gain... It felt so real” I said between sobbs. I buried my face in the crook of his neck as he tried to sooth me.

“she's gone baby” he said referring to the Gravedigger, you could hear the anger in his voice. He hated her and it was like some dark secret we refused to mention. I never wanted to talk about that night and Lance never pushed the subject.

“I won't let anything hurt you” he whispered as he kissed my cheeks and forehead. I never felt so safe with someone, and when he said that I believed him without a doubt.

“I was dead...” I cried. “just another corpse on Temperance's table”

“Hey..” he said softly and placed his hand on my cheek, he lifted my face so our eyes met. “that's never gonna happen” he wiped away the falling tears as he rested his forehead on mine.

I leaned in pushing my lips to his. He moaned softly and shuts his eyes, kissing back deeply and softly. A kiss so full of love and tenderness. Lance pulls away softly and lays us both down on the bed. I layed on his chest, hanging on for dear life as his arms were secure around my body.

“I got you... I promise my Love” he said kissing the top of my head.

“I love you” is the last thing I remembered before drifting back into a deep slumber. The type of slumber were there are no cares, just because I was in his arms I knew I was safe.

[multiversxwhore]

Stargirl Interlude

a/n: this is plotless pointless sensual smut, if you can call it that. The tip is barely in, but you feel it none the less. The inspiration behind it, Stargirl Interlude by The Weeknd ft Lana Del Rey. I wrote this while I was bored at work today…yes I wrote this whole thing in four fours. It’s not the best work, but it’s not supposed to be lol. Anywho enjoy, repost, and reblog here on tumblr only please.

Warning: public sex, unprotected sex, nsfw content, minors DNI.

Tags: @cardierreh15 @miyuhpapayuh @tchallasbabymama @chaneajoyyy @mochachocolatteyaya @michaelmajors @michaelbwriting

Johnathan Majors x plus size black girl

Word count: 797

“Andrea, how are you this evening?” The interviewer asked, I gripped the mic in my hand nervously as I smiled through my awkwardness. It was a bit hard to focus with all the chatter, and cameras going. My heart thundered behind my ribcage, this shit was bizarre, I hit autopilot quickly before I started to spiral any deeper.

“Oh I’m great, how are you? Everyone looks fabulous, I just seen Angela Bassett, and I cried. Then I ran into Brandon Frazier, he said some very kind words to me that I will sobb about later.” Which was all true, it was one starstruck incident after the other, I knew tomorrow when I woke up this would all feel like a fever dream.

“I would be lying when I say I’m jealous—

I didn’t hear anything after that point. I knew this was a bad time to get caught gawking, but there was only one man that could make me break character. When his eyes looked up from adjusting his suit they instantly locked on to me, and he pinned to my spot. Now I’m reminded of the slick mess he left between my thighs in the bathroom before we got to the carpet.

‘Fuck you eat it so good baby’ I moaned heavily his strong hands gripped onto my cheeks as he kept them spread apart to make room for his face. His tongue swiped back and forth over my clit until I came leaking onto his mouth.

“Look who it is! Jonathan Majors, what a lovely surprise, now all we need is the rest of the cast from LoveCraft and the set will be complete.” The interview chuckled, bless her heart for talking over my ‘episode’ because I was not recovering any time soon. It wasn’t until he touched my elbow did I jolt out of my haze, automatically jumping back into gear, I beamed up at him. He wasn’t smiling, nor was he putting on a facade, it was one thing I loved and hated about him. He didn’t give a fuck, he wasn’t going to explain himself, and you could kiss his ass for all he cared.

“Look at you all dressed up! All shiny and would not.” I said playfully, he looked down at me, a hint of a smirk on his lips, and his gaze turned on to me. The interviewer nonexistent to the both of us, his hand held mine as he went on with such laudatory remarks.

“Me? You’re the one literally a cute little gumdrop, the shoes have roses on them, and let me tell you, you look stunning.” He stepped back to give me a once over taking my hand and holding it up above my head.

“Give the people a twirl.” He smiled, the paparazzis went wild as they shouted praises, and compliments at me, then my mind jumped back to an hour ago. ‘Turn that ass around let me hit it from the back real quick.’ He breathed heavily, it was no time to be cute, the goal was to hit it, then nut. And hit it he did, I bent over the bathroom sink; he teased me with the tip as he caressed my slippery entrance. The last time we fucked was nearly two months ago, readjusting to his size again was a bit of a task. ‘Goddam Jay, almost forgot how big that dick is.’

I snapped out of it in time to see how he was watching me, shit eating grin stretched across those delicious thick lips. Fuck him, and his lips— ‘fuck me, fuck me, oh fuck.’ I moaned as his hips thrusted into me roughly making my pussy throb in a good way. Jonathan wrapped an arm around my shoulder as he pulled me in close so that the photographers could get a few pictures. He turned his head to my ear, speaking in a hushed tone so only I could hear, “what’s wrong, dick got you speechless?” He chuckled darkly, Inlressed my lips together fighting the urge to giggle, I could feel the corners of my lips turning upward against my own will. When I finally mustered the ability to say something his manager was pulling him away from me so that they could move further down the carpet. I looked past him to see Micheal, and Tessa waving at us.

“See you tonight baby girl.” He whispered, then brought my hand up to his lips kissing my knuckles like a gentleman. That gesture sent the photographers into a frenzy as they snapped as many photos as they could, that would for sure make the papers. He waved a hand towards the photographers then walked off towards his Creed cast mates. My skin still tingled where his fingers touched me, yet again I was left utterly breathless, this time he barely touched me.

[hyenasheep]

Brainstorming random general Junkrat headcanons that i consider as an official canon at this point

I wrote this at 4 am cough

- mother issues, and not in the kinky way but like really bad espresso depresso mother issues. He's like a newborn duck who thinks that anything that comes near to him is his mother (also based of his voice lines i think he was an only child and probably lived only with his mom)

- he doesn't care about what he's wearing, dress, pants, skirts, like he's able to walk around in anything that isn't tight or scratchy

- he sees Roadhog as his father figure/older brother and they just kinda adopted each other without the paperwork (ALSO pls don't take this like I'm trying to shittalk on ppl who ship them, this is just my personal view on their relationship so pls don't yell at me or I'm gonna cry ;-;)

- you can't tell me that my boy doesn't have adhd and ptsd, like C'mon

- he's on aro/ace spectrum, he spend his entire life in wasteland so he's rather looking for family and friends than partner, at least not just a quick flirting etc.

- but I can also see him that something like a personal space doesn't exist for him (he's extremely hungry for any physical touch like someone hug him already holy hell) i feel like he doesn't really understand social interactions (kinnie moment) . Idk how to describe it but like imagine he would randomly walk to you and gave you flowers or smth, just trying to be friendly not realizing smn could interpret it differently

- but also he has no idea what flirting is, like u could hit on him for months and he would be for the entire time like :) 🧍‍♀️"love ya too mate" while patting your head

- he actually can draw pretty well, like the concepts he drew for his bombs etc? He has such a clean lineart holy shit

- hardcore/trash punk and kpop/classic 2000s pop, nothing else.

- literally the biggest fan boy (a little meow meow u can say), Lucio? listens to his music non-stop, Hammond? has his stuffed animals and signed peg leg, Junker Queen? gosh, if he doesn't have at least one lunch box with her, I'm throwing hands than

- the pokémon sodas edition, he would love them, cherishem them, worship them, like if he loves pachimari u can't tell me he wouldn't love strawberry yagult pink soda with Mew on the can

- he's losing his hearing so he uses hearing aids (that he made himself ofc), also him and roadhog know sign language and using it pretty oftenly, during missions, when Junkrat's having a panic attack etc.

- so like ppl say he's egoistic but i think there's a huge difference between his ego and Junker Queens ego, she's very confident and sure about her role/look/skill etc. While Junkrat is more self-ironic and tries to hide that he is actually pretty insecure about pretty much everything

- can speak fluently many languages which always throws everyone off , like he just randomly starts speaking Chinese fluently in a middle of meeting or something, and everyone arevlooking at him like 🧍‍♀️

- shitty phantom pains, he may know how to build his prosthetics from a literal garbage but has no idea when it comes to take care of himself so he just curles up into a ball and sobbs

- he and Roadhog give each other manicures at least once a month, that's the only thing he can actually take care of

- unhealthy addiction to coffee and sweets (someone should take away the coffee machine he has in the workshop) (his teeth are rotten at this point)

- his sleep is more broken than the queuing system (haha funny), usually sleeping like 3 hours per day, that's why the coffee addiction

- if u would show him any kind of love he would start stuttering while trying to come up with smth funny, blushing, sweating and sit on the ground and think about life for the next 30 mins cuz of how much he's not used to being praised

- also my man is a huge emotional wreck, he's getting new emotion every 5 seconds

- honestly i can't decide if the only thing he ever read was a recipe on frozen dumplings or if he's the biggest nerd u can imagine who's walking around with Franz Kafka or Sigmund Freud while sipping his boba tea

- he's missing an eye - I read the theory that he doesn't have an eye and that his fake eye is actually the real treasure with a code or smth, and omg, im obsessed, yes, my boy is like a cool mad max pirate, absolutely canon, at least it would connect him to some actual lore in the story, he's just wobbling around for last 6 years just give him something already;-;

- he likes comics, i just think he likes to inconspicuously steal a new issue of Batman whenever they're pulling a heist

- you know those French toasts that are basically just normal bread soaked in condensed milk? that's his ass

[monitionem]

The light coming from the relic flickered in the eyes of Apple, stunning them. They froze up just as Zachariah grabbed onto the front of their cape. The High Priest yanking them forwards towards him, the crazed look on his face terrifying the poor Lord. Being met with a situation such as this, they had no idea what to do. "Listen to me!" The man spoke, his voice raising in volume as his voice cracked and he hissed out with venom laced into his tone. "You dare pass up on the power I could have given you, that we could have had? What do you think a lowly Lord such as yourself could possibly aim with the lack ambition that would inevitably be your doom?! What is peace without the presence of disaster to balance out your foolishness!"

Apple stood, unable to move an inch from the priest's grasp, though they were much stronger. The fear of harming him was greater, their hand shaking. There was too much happening, with the lack of presence from Gael, they had no idea what to do. But rather than falling to their knees, they instead kept their balance. Listening to him, instead of blocking his words out. "Do you not understand? I chased you thinking that your running was not of your own cowardice, but it appears I have thought too highly of you. Thinking this was part of an elaborate plan!" Truly, Apple didn't wish for things to escalate to such an extent. Their running from the High Priest from village to village was a vain attempt to escape the clutches of what otherwise would be an unhappy commitment, a bond between two separate people with a thin line of rope, easily cut. One that their own people would plead for the freedom of not their land, but their Lord. "The people who rever to you, the rumors that has spread across the oceans to even reach not only my noble brothers and fathers, but to me as well? I thought the Lord of Iganvi was a man of power, A Lady of great mind and prowess, but to my shock they turn out to be a child from the lands of nowhere, stumbling aimlessly with the guidance of my blind kin?"

Each word was like a dagger chipping away at their heart. Their fists tighten into balls, one hand reaching for their sword, but their heart and mind scream that they must not harm despite their instincts crying for them to protect themselves. Their eyes burned with tears. Why? What right do they have to oblige to answering the hateful insults this man would give to him? When all he spoke was the truth? Yet, a spark of determination within them would yell otherwise, that they would learn from this. Learn from being pained by him.

When they gathered themselves, they saw in the corner of their eyes, blonde hair swaying with each swift movement, Gael. Their eyes turning wider when a flash of light shone the moment he unsheathed his blade, raising the sharp metal to strike at his own brother. At that moment, that would be the first time the young Lord would feel the unforgiving clutches of guilt. ____ (Some random interaction that I wanted to write, idk if I want to actually write down my entire remake down and post it to Ao3, but I do wanna show more content of them instead of just shitposts lmao) Again, really bad english sobb

[novieight]

bad self insert writing to cope small fic whatever

i need to cheer myself up so im going to write dont even interact with this or do i dont care i just want comfort from callie so i shall write and also its gonna be bad and random whatever i just need to write

Nova opened the door, finally home.

"Hello, lov-" Callie began as she walked over to greet her lover, but got cut off as Nova brushed by her. Nova seemed very quiet. Sure, they were definitely the quiet and shy type; but today they seemed.. quieter than usual. Instead of stopping by the kitchen for a snack, they went right up the stairs and slammed their door shut.

Callie was getting really concerned for Nova. She scaled the stairs to Nova's door and knocked.

"Go away," Nova gave a short response.

"Nov, what's wrong?" Callie asked, sweetening her voice in an attempt to get Nova to let her in.

There was an audible sigh from the short, purple octoling before they pushed the door open. Callie entered the room, seeing Nova sit on their bed with their chin in hands.

Instead of their usual inkfall polo along with their goggles and white boots, they had on a simple white tank top and black shorts.

Nova's backpack lay open on the floor, papers flooding out. Incomplete assignments, assignments marked with bad grades, red pen writing covering one of their major writing pieces.

Callie's eyes drifted over it all, and she made a pretty good inference on the problem. "School stresses?" The idol questioned.

Nova groaned, indicating that Callie's assumption was correct. They pulled out a specific paper with their schedule on it, along with their current grades. Handing it to Callie begrudgingly, Nova pulled out their phone.

Callie read the schedule and grades. Four "C"s, one "A" and one "B". "That's not too bad!" Callie smiled. "To you," Nova retorted.

Looking over Nova's shoulder, Callie watched Nova scroll through notifications. They were swiping through them quickly with a tight frown on their face. Upon asking about the notifications, Nova told Callie about how at school everyone made fun of them for their cosplay account. They felt like they should hide themselves more.

"It's so unfair. These kids in my English class found my fucking Instagram and decided it would be funny to repost my shit and put my face on Tiktok. And now I can't walk into the school without hearing someone say 'renthesushigod!' Or random boys walking up to me and claiming to be my boyfriend. They're so fucking annoying, they just- AGH!!" Nova angrily threw their phone at the wall. They let themselves fall backwards on the bed and covered their eyes with their arms.

"And the most fucked up thing is I've been being bullied for my body since LAST YEAR!!! And I told admin; what did they say? 'Oh, that sucks. We can't do anything about it, sorry.' And they shrugged their shoulders."

Callie was unsure of what to respond with, so she wrapped her arms around the stressed octo. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. You deserve so much better."

"This school is such shit that when I had to tell about my trauma and be on call with my abusers, the counselors promised I wouldn't need to talk. Then we actually get on the call and they start asking me questions and say I have to respond!! They fucking manipulated me, after trapping me in that damn ocean blue office for three whole periods!! The school underfeeds us and gives us crap for doing literally anything even slightly wrong, and they're a bunch of pedos and sexists!!"

Nova couldn't hold back their frustration any longer. They burst into tears in Callie's arms, Callie holding them tighter. "That's it. Cry it all out, Nov." Hearing Callie allow them to cry only made them sob more.

"I'm so terrified." Nova got out between hiccups and sniffles and coughs. "I feel unsafe there."

Callie knew she couldn't do much to help, so she decided to simply stick with the comfort approach. She pulled Nova into her lap and rubbed circles on their back. Callie knew this would help, even just a little bit.

Nova was shaking and coughing as they sobbed. Callie was beyond worried for her partner: she didn't know what to do. So, while still holding them close, she used her finger to draw little hearts and shapes on Nova's back. She also resorted to peppering kisses all over them.

Cracking an instant smile at this, Nova pushed her away and reclaimed their frustrated and tear-stained face. Knowing them all too well, Callie immediately guessed the reason for that reaction.

"What? Did that tick-"

"NO." Nova cut Callie off before she could finish the sentence. Callie rolled her eyes. "Sure, Moonlove. You keep on thinking that." She giggled.

Brushing off the ticklish sensation that finally subsided, Nova began picking up the papers and stuffing them back into their backpack. They picked up their phone. Another lucky deal, it wasn't cracked in the slightest.

"What are you doing now?" Callie asked, watching Nova bustle about the room. "Cleaning up one of the many messes I've made," Nova quietly responded.

"Hm... how about 'No'." Callie walked over and picked Nova up, returning to sit on the bed with them. Nova squirmed in their girlfriend's grip, mumbling "Callie, I really gotta get this cleaned up and organized."

"Or you could, y'know, relax. Take a breather. Seriously, you need one."

Looking up at Callie, Nova sighed. "Fine." They curled up against Callie, wiping the dark tear trails off of their face. Callie petted Nova, both of them closing their eyes. Callie began to hum Maritime Memory.

A few minutes later, Callie opened her eyes again. She looked down to see Nova, still curled up, now fast asleep. She plants a soft kiss on Nova's lips, earning a smile in their sleep.

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the end i got lazy at the end and its kinda late i should probably be getting to sleep but i feel a bit better now and yeah this is a little taste of my shitty late night writing and yeah it was really spontaneous sorry about that and i do change moods kinda fast so um yeah im gonna shut up and go to bed now goodnight honk mimimi honk mimimi

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#5

I would love to read something about Simon comforting and talking to Wille while he's having an anxiety crisis

TW: mentions of anxiety attack

Simon misses Wilhelm, of course he does, it’s kind of ridiculous for him to think he would ever not miss being around Wilhelm. But it also feels like the right thing to do, to build a distance between them…it would be better, easier for both of them.

Until something happens - he can see and feel from a mile away just by watching Wilhelm -, how closed off he looks, how he always walks looking down, with his shoulder up high, tense, like he’s trying to make his walls even taller. It feels like Wilhelm thinks that is what’s needed when you’re a prince, way too out of reach for the crowd, and when you have two bodyguards constantly around you.

It was Wille’s choice to keep his bodyguards away when he wasn’t on holiday. They were still there, but mostly at his bedroom door or when he was out in the open, going to the city or something. But the bodyguards were back to following him anywhere, and Simon felt like breaking the rules just because. Since they were always there, he wanted to finally get close, to see if the Wilhelm he got to know was still there, and how much work it would be to bring him back to the surface. It was all Simon could think about after weeks of watching the same soulless Wilhelm walk around without acknowledging anyone else.

He decided to do something about it while making it look like it was an accident. The bodyguards were finally off or something, Simon assumed because of the holidays, and Wilhelm was finally walking alone after a swim, Simon assumed again, based on the wet hair and the towel hanging on his shoulder. He unlocked his phone and tried to walk a confident, straight line to Wilhelm, bumping a little too hard against him. They both stumbled, but naturally Wilhem was holding Simon’s shoulders, trying to prevent him from falling or hurting himself.

“Are you okay?” Wilhelm asked with a deeper voice than what Simon remembered, catching him off guard.

“Hm, yes, yes, I am. Sorry…”

Wilhelm took his hands away like he suddenly realized he was touching Simon.

“Good…”

They both stayed there, moving with the soft, late afternoon wind, trying to look at each other but not be caught doing it.

“Was the water good?” He decided to ask, keeping his eyes on Wille’s, hoping to give him some comfort and confidence to do the same.

“Cold. A little too cold.”

“People say taking cold showers…or swimming makes you feel good, or better, I don’t know. Like a shock to the system.”

Wilhelm nods his head, adjusting his towel closer to his neck, “I’ve heard something about that.”

“So…? Did it work for you?”

Wilhelm finally looks at him but it’s different than before. Simon hopes what he’s seeing is still some residue of how it felt before, when they were together, sort of, and madly in love. But mostly is the same way Wilhelm looked at him when they had their first conversation, talking about the class, introducing themselves.

“It made me cold, so I guess I have actual physical feelings to worry about and keep my mind busy.”

Simon tries to smile, nodding his head, squeezing his hands shut to not pull Wilhem closer and kiss his whole face to see if that would help both of them too.

“Are you busy tonight?” Wilhelm shakes his head, waiting for an invite, “You wanna hang out?”

“Do you?” He asks softly, and Simon hates how Wilhelm could ever think Simon wouldn’t want to spend all his time with him.

“Yeah.”

It was a long, dreadful walk back to the dormitories. Wilhelm was staying in a new place, the very last bedroom, facing the back, enchanted garden behind the buildings, and he had no instant neighbors.

Simon tried not to stare but it was hard to miss how Wilhelm kept adjusting his damp hair, biting his nails even though he was clearly fighting not to do it in front of Simon. Once they were finally inside, Wilhelm made sure to lock the door, and he couldn’t fight it anymore, leaning against the door, with one hand on his chest, almost at the base of his neck, pressing his palm against his sweater, trying to make small circles with some pressure against his chest, and he was shaking, Simon wasn’t sure if it was because of the cold anymore. He tried to stay calm, walking to Wilhelm, helping him walk to his bed, lay down for a little, trying to calm his breath.

-

It’s been hours since they came to Wille’s bedroom, and Simon asked - and Wille managed to nod his head - when answering if he should close the curtains. It was dark anyway but the closed room makes it more comfortable, intimate and relaxing. Simon lets Wilhelm choose how they’ll stay now that he has calmed down enough. It’s not often that he’s seen Wilhelm like this: fully out of breath, anxious, doing all these things he has to do to himself and by himself to calm down.

Simon obviously worries about Wilhelm, and he told Simon a few times about these anxious feelings that overwhelm him, but he bites his lip not to tell Wille that he should look for professional help.

In his selfish thoughts, Simon likes the way Wilhelm finds the most comfort by tangling him all around Simon, only changing positions every few hours.

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#4

Even squeezes the armrests of the chair until the old wood corners start to ground him back to the present, staring at a quiet and sleepy Isak as he continues to stir something in their old pan. Isak just woke up - he’s barely awake actually - but Even has been awake for an hour, maybe. He already took a long and warm shower, he decided for some old jeans, and a white, basic shirt. He even styled his hair even though it’s a boring Sunday. They have no plans for the day but Even woke up with this idea stuck in his head. It’s nothing new, it’s the biggest certainty that he has in his life since he met the grumpy human cooking them breakfast.

He finally decides to get up, standing right behind Isak. Their tiny kitchen literally doesn’t leave much room for second thoughts. He puts his hands on the counter, one on each side of Isak, and he still doesn’t care, almost done with their scrambled eggs.

“Will you marry me?” He whispers, well aware he doesn’t sound as confident as he wishes he did, but he’s trusting his deep voice got the message across anyway.

“Huh?!” Isak frowns deeply, still too sleepy and grumpy to consider Even’s words, and if he is being serious.

The lack of surprise or excitement is partially his fault. They basically live a married couple life anyway, and he’s sure they both made jokes about getting married countless times during the years they’ve been together.

The gap between becoming a couple, and moving in together was tiny, and he knows Isak is not big on traditions, especially these ones, the ones that, even if neither of them is religious anymore, can have a deeply rooted religious undertone because society build them like this. And also, Isak loves being stubborn just because he can. And Even is not complaining, at all. He’s still in constant search to find something in Isak that doesn’t mesmerized him and he found nothing yet.

He sighs, as Isak is deeply focused on putting the eggs on one plate - because they basically share everything, and because is less dishes to wash later. He can’t back down now, it doesn’t matter if the words flew by Isak’s half asleep brain. He won’t stop thinking about it, and he knows Isak will come back to the question inside his brain once he’s awake too. He kisses his boyfriend bed-warm neck, and turns back around, crossing the short hall to go back to their bedroom, opening the only drawer on their nightstand, pushing all the condoms, lubes, toilet paper, vintage books and notepads, old pencils, and erases aside to find the velvet, tiny bag, that he hid there a couple of months back. Isak is not a jewellery type of man so once Even had casually found the ring, he couldn’t pass the opportunity to buy it, even if he never found enough reasons to ask a question that sounds meaningless to a relationship that’s so strong and deep as theirs to put it back, almost literally, into a box that society asks everyone to fit in.

Fuck it. Even is a die hard romantic at heart. He’ll gladly do as society tells him to do this one time. He squeezes the bag deep in his palm and goes back to the kitchen. Isak is already sitting on the chair Even was using a few minutes ago, eating his part of the eggs, his long, very pale legs crossed, making his black boxers go up in his thighs, the loose vintage shirt that Even used yesterday exposing his collarbones. Even runs his fingers through Isak’s loose curls and kneels in front of him. He’s not that cliche, but he laughs at how the situation - to be on the same eye level as a grumpy and sleepy Isak - made him end up in one knee anyway. He opens his other hand, and opens the bag, carefully sneaking his fingers inside to grab what he needs, showing Isak the ring.

“Will you marry me, Isak?”

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#3

👀👀

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#2

I miss them:

89 notas - publicadas em 28 de fevereiro de 2022

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I was just thinking about the next time Wille sees Simon’s fish.

It’ll still be a little bit awkward for them, after everything, with a fresh reconciliation that feels very much like a completely new experience. It feels more real and serious now that well, the whole world sort of knows about them. But the boys are still trying to keep some sense of normality and complete privacy of their bubble. And Wille is doing everything he can to keep Simon comfortable, safe, and enjoying their relationship as he should or wants to. So it’s his first time back at Simon’s place, the first as his real boyfriend and Simon clearly doesn’t know how to act, and neither does Wille but he tries to not put too much pressure on the situation.

Thankfully, Simon’s mom is not home yet, so they have some time to calm down and relax.

Wille remembers how to get to Simon’s bedroom like it’s his own, but he walks slowly, in case Simon doesn’t want him to go there. He looks over his shoulder, can’t help smiling every second he’s with Simon, and Simon laughs shyly, shaking his head at their total lack of knowing how to act normal.

And of course, Wilhelm remembers the fish! So he walks to the tank.

“I remember you.” He says like he’s meeting old friends. He gently presses one finger against the glass, one little piece of food completely forgotten there, and he looks at Simon at the door, frowning a little bit like Wilhelm just accidentally discovered something in his bedroom.

“I doubt you remember their names.” He decides to say after a second, crossing his arms against his chest, really doubting Wille’s memories of anything they ever had, talked to, or experienced together.

“It’s kinda hard to tell them apart, but Olle, Oski, and Felle.” Wilhelm is sure, but he looks at Simon anyway to double check if he’s right.

Simon tries to fight it, to keep his smile small and not give that much to Wille but he loses that one, smiling as he walks to Wilhelm, holding his hand between both of his, leaning against his shoulder, looking up.

“How do you remember every word?”

“That was a good night, no?” Simon nods his head and Wilhelm leaves a soft kiss on his lips. “And you were being all nice to me for once, not fighting back, being all sweet and cuddly…” He teases, kissing Simon’s cheek, squeezing one of his hands, as he whispers in his ear, “and the sex was good too.”

Simons laughs, pushing him away, but Wilhelm still holds his hand, their arms extended, and he turns around, changing the hand that’s holding Simon’s, looking at the room now, at an orange sweater tucked close to Simon’s pillow.

“I know that sweater.”

“No, you don’t.”

“Yes, I do.”

“No. It’s an old, very smelly sweater I found.”

“I was looking for it.”

“It’s mine. Don’t even try.”

Wilhelm huffs a laugh, nodding his head, pulling Simon closer for a kiss again.

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                       Sometimes I think;; “woaw, having threads would be nice-” but then I remember my terrible little memory and I proceed to sit down

[pamouche]

sander + smiling as robbe kisses him

[jiejigui]

               I  cannot  emphasize  enough  how  much  it  is  mentioned  that  Xiao´s  character  is  fundamentally  of  gentle  nature,  i  often  see  how  this  is  not  fully  portrayed  in  the  english  language  (some people describing him as only angsty and angry all the time)  and  how  much  calmer  he  sounds  on  the  chinese  and  japanese  language,  fitting  one  of  the  various  traits   the  developers  in  Mihoyo  had  of  him.

It  always  hits  deep  when  characters  who´ve  been  though  hell  back  and  forth  still  manage  to  conserve  a  gentle  spirit  deep  down,  and  on  Xiao´s  character,  when  u  stop  to  think  about it,  he´s  suffered  in  the  past  by  being  forced  to  be  a  bloodhound  and  to  add  to  that,  he´s  been  2000+  aprox  years  on  his  own,  slaughtering  all  sort  of  evil  energies  and  remnants  of  defeated  gods/demons  to  keep  Liyue  safe-  all  on  his  own.  There  are  no  Yakshas  left  aside  him,  all  of  them  have  either  had  their  souls  and  sanity  consumed  by  their  karmic  debt,  leading  them  to  madness  and  despair,  others  had  turned  against  each  others,  others  have  directly  succumbed  to  darkness,  and  others  have  simple  vanished,  leaving  only  Xiao  to  protect  Liyue.  To  add  to  this,  you  have  to  also  consider  two  more  things;  one:  the  fact  that  with  each  time  he  has  slaughtered  monsters  and  demons  who  threatened  Liyue,  he  has  gotten  to  accumulate  karmic  debt  for  it, which  sort  of  works  like  a  poison, waiting  to  fully  drown  him  in  darkness.  Two:  The  fact  that  he  does  this  all  on  his  own  without  receiving  any  sort  of  recognition  or  grattitude.  His existence  is  but , a  vague  memory  burried  in  the  mind  of  very  few  exceptions.

A  line  that  particularly  makes  me  go  all  emo  is  the  one  mentioned  in  his  “story 1″;

The war he fights can never be won, and will never come to an end. It is also an invisible war that no-one will ever witness or thank him for.

[jemmo]

seriously though i feel like I need to rewatch that episode of snk just so I can keep track of every fuckin moment that made my jaw drop like it just didn’t stop.

[emotional-mess-in-distress]

I don't really write stuff...but i really wanted to write something related to Hollow mind and Darius being a dad because I need that rn chjsns

So here it is (ignore the mistakes please I'm not a writer hhh)

He ran, voices muffled in the background the owl lady and Luz but he couldn't distinguish what they were saying or screaming maybe. His breath felt hollow and his legs heavy, one voice remained after a while.

Calm down ! Please ! Just stop running you need to breathe!

Flapjack was chirping behind him, the words muffled but at least he understood, he didn't get to process them in time as he hit something, falling to the ground and looking up in horror to see a familiar face.

"Easy there kid calm down please" the bard crouched down in front of him.

"no no no no" he frantically let out between heavy breathing, the head of the bard coven, Raine Whispers, no they'll- they'll take him back. They'll tell the emperor, he's gonna perish like the rest of his kind no-

A hand reached out as he immediately flinched, he couldn't breathe.

"Don't touch him !" another familiar voice yelled out putting a hand on the bard's shoulder stopping them.

Darius knelt down next to Raine pulling them back a little bit. Behind him Eberwolf's head poked out sniffing the air a bit and looking directly at Hunter.

Oh god. Three coven heads. He's fucked.

"P-Please" his words didn't come out right as he was still trying to gasp for air, tears begining to roll down his face in waves as the reality of what he just went through and learned began to set in properly "don't take me back I-I can't go back he's gonna kill me oh my god im so dead please-" he closed his eyes shut as he sobbed, Flapjack landed on his shoulder and he immediately grabbed the little bird hugging it and clinging on to it for dear life.

"Easy kid, just- Let's breathe for a bit, nobody's taking you anywhere" Darius's voice rung out followed by him taking deep breaths to help Hunter do the same.

After a minute or two he didn't feel like he was suffocating anymore and he finally opened his eyes to look up. Darius smiled and held up part of his cape to show it off, Raine put on their hood before taking it off again "we're the 'traitors' you were following" they explained.

"Nobody's taking you back kid" Darius followed and Eberwolf let out a sound in agreement.

Hunter let out the biggest sigh of relief in his whole life.

"We're so sorry you and Eda's kid got trapped in there that wasn't supposed to happen" Raine's voice was a bit panicked with a twinge of guilt.

"Who cares ?!" Hunter screamed out his voice breaking. "I'm a clone I'm not real , nothing is. My whole life ! It's all made up !" He gestured wildly with his hands "nobody's cares now, nobody ever gave a fuck about me and I'm just now figuring it out! I'm a dead ma- thing! If uncle-! HE'S NOT MY UNCLE HE'S- HE MADE ME JUST TO KILL ME LIKE THE OTHERS OH GOD" and he began hyperventilating again.

"Woah easy kid, remember breathe" Darius said calmly as Hunter followed suit steading his breathing again...

"God that filthy rat !" Darius exclaimed turning to Raine "I told you ! That's why the kid looked so much like my mentor"

"Good grief, I just... how could he do this, he's lost his mind! Why remake the same creature over and over again and expect it to be different? Just how many did he go through?" they were discussing the situation a few feet away as they left Eberwolf to tend to Hunter after the kid calmed down a bit.

The coven head looked at him with big cat-like eyes as they circled him a few times. Eventually they aproched and pressed their head gently into Hunter's arm purring in an effort to make him feel a bit better. The kid gave them a week little pat on the head, he was so tired, little sobbes still escaping his mouth from time to time but his eyes were dry, only tear marks remained on his cheeks.

The murmur of Darius' and Raine's discussion was nice background noise but Hunter preferred not knowing what they were saying so he didn't try to figure it out. Eberwolf gave him a lick on the cheek and Hunter gently pushed them away "Bleah! gross" his palismen chirped happily next to him

it'll be ok...

Hunter sighed. Darius and Raine walked towards him slowly, making sure Hunter notices them aproch.

"Hey Eberwolf, stop bothering our little prince would you?"

Eberwolf let out an annoyed growl as they jumped beside Darius.

"It's ok" Hunter sighed.

"How are you, kid?" Raine asked keeping their distance.

"oh I'm doing great as you can so clearly see." he gestured to his mud covered body still sitting on dirt.

Darius made a little circle with his finger and a little platform made of abomination goo rose up from under Hunter lifting him up a little bit and making so that he doesn't sit on dirt anymore.

"I'm not sure abomination goo is better then being covered in mud but I guess this works out fine." his voice sounded extra raspy because of how dry his throat was and the sarcastic comments didn't exactly come out as he would've liked them too.

"I'm sorry I ruined your spell, I should've stayed at the coven, turned a blind eye. Instead I was trying to protect a man that never even cared for me more then he would care for a machine that dose whatever he wants without question" he burried his head into his knees making the last words sound muffled.

"Easy kid, you didn't know. You couldn't have known." Raine aproched, they reached out their hand hesitating "Can I touch you ?" Hunter gave a week nod, head still buried in his knees as he let out a little sob. He wasn't sure how there were more tears left to shead considering how dehydrated he was but here we are. He felt Raine's gentle hand patting his head and lightly ruffling his hair. He heard Darius aproch "Hey there little prince can you look at me a little bit"

Hunter lifted his head slowly looking at the witch in front of him, eyes puffy and red.

Darius gave him a sort of sad smile, Hunter couldn't exactly pinpoint the emotion.

"I'm sorry... we should've been more careful about it. he sighed. "I was hoping I would be wrong about him... that maybe there was something else happening but..."

"This sucks, was everything I worked and suffered so hard for useless? Is that why he never seemed pleased with me? why I was never enough?"

Darius looked regretful at him, he stretched out his hands for a hug, Hunter hesitated for a second but eventually he clung onto the witch. Darius was lightly petting his back as he began violently sobbing again.

"ITS NOT FAIR! ITS NOT FAIR! WHY ? WHY DID HE DO THIS ? WHY COULDN'T I BE A NORMAL WITCH ?! WHY WHY WHY" he cried into the other witch's shoulder as he continued to hold him tightly "I don't know Hunter... I'm sorry." Raine and Eberwolf sat down next to them, each trying to comfort him as he let it out. It wasn't fair was it? All this time... he tried so hard to be perfect, to be acceptable...to be loved and yet. Belos said it was a shame... because in his eyes he was the best out of his predecessors... Hunter didn't know if that'd be something to be proud about but he couldn't help not feeling something from it, with what little praise he got in general...And even then! Even after he found out Belos considered him one of the best...creatures he made, even after that he still treated him like shit all the time. He couldn't win. Hunter could never win and he was so mad at himself he didn't realize it sooner.

"It's not your fault" Darius' voice broke through the noise inside his head.

"I know it's hard and we tend to blame ourselves in situations like this but, you didn't do anything to deserve this so don't blame yourself"

He could hear Raine murmur in agreement as they brushed through his hair.

"I'm so stupid for not seeing it sooner I know. M-My predecessors... they all figured it out on their own."

"Shh, none of that. You don't know how and what happened. Stop comparing yourself to them ok? You did good"

He lifted his head up lightly from the witch's shoulder, pulling away from the hug and looking up at him.

"did I really?" a slight glimmer in his eyes.

Darius looked sadly at the boy, patting his head "yeah" and with that a little smile creeped up on Hunter's face, the first geniune smile Darius saw from him.

"He should stay with Eda" Raine spoke up after a bit.

Hunter flinched slightly "No! i don't wanna go, I don't wanna stay with the owl lady now! Wh- What if he comes looking for me there ?! I-I can't go back!" his breathing started to become iregulated again.

"whoah easy there, we can talk about it!" Raine rushed to say, worried Hunter will go back into a panic attack.

"Nobody's forcing you Hunter ok? Let's calm down. Breathe with me" Darius once again did the exercise with him until his breathing returned to normal.

"He can stay at my place" he chimed in after Hunter calmed down "if he wants to of course" he added giving the boy a look.

"Darius I don't know about this..."

"Listen the first place Belos would look for him at would be at the owl lady's house since he saw him with the human. The last place would be the house of a coven head. Especially a coven head who just caught a rebel not too long ago" he smiled proudly.

"Hm...ok but he's only staying there temporarily until things settle down a bit, then we should find somewhere else for him to go when we start planning something else for the rebellion. What do you say?" They looked at Hunter.

"uhm... I'd like to stay at Darius' house for a bit...then I can go back to the owl lady"

They both looked at him and Raine sighed relieved "ok fair enough, I assure you kid, Eda is more then capable of protecting you if it comes to it! Even without any magic!"

Darius let out a little chuckle looking at them and Raine shot him an annoyed look. Hunter didn't quite know what that meant but he didn't press on it.

Later close to dawn Darius gave Hunter his cloak and they started walking towards his place.

"Uhm..."

"what is it little prince?"

"why are you still calling me that... I mean I'm not the golden guard... anymore"

Darius looked lost in thought for a second before giving the boy a smile "Well you see, I mentioned that the previous golden guard was my mentor, but we were also good friends...one day he came to me all exited. Turned out he found a human story book at the night market and he asked me to keep it for him because he wasn't allowed with that kind of stuff. The story was called The little prince, the character reminded me of you, that's why I keep calling you that. Would you like me to stop ?" he asked looking down at Hunter.

"No, that's...it's nice." he fiddled with the fabric of the cloak looking down "What was the story about?"

"You can read it when we get there, I still have it" Hunter beamed with excitement looking at Darius with a smile on his face.

The witch sighed "but first you have to rest" he teased.

"Yeah yeah, of course"