#aaah... (rolls on the ground)

[taiyami]

Would you mind sharing some info about your oc x canon? :3 what's their dynamic like?

Looking up at you like this . You have activated the unskippable cutscene. (OLD!!!!!! ass art incoming.)

I have a few oc x canon ships I absolutely adore from many different fandoms ^_^ the one that has taken up a huge place in my heart since forever is one of my bnha/ my hero academia ships.

|| I don't interact with the fandom or the source material as much anymore publicly (I've talked abt this before) but they just can't leave my mind! ||

You've met my oc Kou before! She is very much my bread and butter oc, I do a lot with her because shes my favorite to draw. She started out as a my hero oc, though, so I find that's where she really flourishes!! I pair her with Tokoyami! 🙈 They don't have an official ship name (my friend group calls them TokoKou on occasion) or anything but I draw them literally all the time even to this day. They're my top oc x canon ship by a long shot LOL to me they go together like tofu + soy sauce, it feels weird to draw one without the other.

(GOD THIS ART COULD QUALIFY AS AN ARCHEOLOGICAL DISCOVERY ,,,)

They gift me so much joy, and their dynamic is so interwoven .. they're extremely strong characters on their own but they are also twin flames to me!

Kou is an owl girl (LITERALLY); she is weird and flighty and yet couldn't be more endearing. She is the definition of a hopeless romantic and loves The Overexaggerated and Dramatic in the world. She has a very loving connection to the moon and cherishes nighttime and the concept of darkness that is borderline religious. She's a big poetry girl, she's confident in her independence and prefers to be on her own for most things. She is pretty open about who she is, but often wishes she handled things with more maturity or coolness.

Tokoyami is an edgelord. He struggles with his self image but only in the way a teenage goth can. He talks in riddles and older prose + tries very hard and yet not at all to cultivate a persona for himself but he genuinely just likes acting like he's batman. He is an extremely sweet individual, even though he looks like he hates everyone 100% of the time with his major rbf. He also definitely is a poetry lover, idk if that's necessarily canon but I feel it in my heart.

How can I even describe what they've gone through that's taken ME 5+ years to go through .. in their lore, they bond tightly as friends and as internship partners under Hawks and the events of the series. They are extremely fond of each other even before they start their romantic relationship, and I always find new ways they pull new facades out of each other when they're together.

I also like to tell everyone in the world that Tokoyamis favorite food is apples while Kous are blood oranges, which obviously is a sign that they are meant to be each other's olive rule 🙈 (They do however always debate which fruit is more superior; jury's still out on the answer.)

^_^ I always enjoy writing and drawing for them. They're a huge comfort for me for sure. I'm ALWAYS rearing to talk about them, it's embarrassing.

I don't have any NEWER art on my phone (I have so much on my computer augh), but here. Have what are from the (shudders) archives........

[regal-bones]

SWORDTEMBER DAY 6: ENTANGLED

The Red Eye of the Cosmos, of galactic prophecy and some stuff that got caught on it when it was in my tote bag ⭐️💀 A distant echo of thunder rolls over the Infinite Plains. There, in the distance, a speck of blue light stares you down. The so-called “hero”, a name chosen by the feeble Uprising. You spit on the ground, and watch as the saliva sizzles to steam on the hot rock below. Do they not know that under your watchful eye, the galaxy will flourish? That this Uprising sows nothing but chaos and contempt through your perfect, unified kingdom? The speck of blue grows closer, a bright blade illuminated in the dust storm. They only listen to one language - one of burnt flesh, cauterised muscle, and clashing sabers. Wait, you did remember your saber right?? You put your hand to your belt and feel your heart skip a beat as you notice it’s absence at its sheathe. You do a little emergency pat down of your outfit before you remember how you spilt that sauce on the sheathe - the sticky red one - and that it’s back at home drying from the wash. That means… The saber, you sense its presence. It’s in your little tote bag, aaah, okay. You reach in and feel many things in the bag, your phone, water bottle. There’s so many old receipts and bus tickets in here why don’t you just throw them away, and, no way, there’s a rice crispies square in here. How did you forget about that? That’s a little mid afternoon pick me up is what that is. This is such a small bag how could you lose an entire energy saber there’s only so m- there it is!  You pull it up and grimace. It’s all tangled in your headphones and - oh my god no it’s your embarrassing pink hair bobble with the knock off plastic sanrio charm. Your keys are caught up in the whole thing too, the key ring is snagged on the wires of the saber, oh my god this sucks. This sucks absolute ass. You're about to duel for the fate of the galaxy and, yeah, these headphones are really stuck on there, huh. You’re gonna have to unknot them before you can even begin to untangle the rest of this. There’s no time, you’re just gonna have to own it. This is your vibe now. You feel your face flush hot red as the hero begins his monologue, while side eyeing your bedazzled blade. You shift your stance, ready to strike, and take solace in the fact that least nobody will be left to tell this story.

A silly one for this prompt :3c featuring real life accounts of what’s in my bag

Yesterday’s sword!

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[seungfl0wer]

Can you do ot8 of when you randomly pick them up on the counter and they think you were gonna give them head(sorry if it's too much) 😅

Pairing: Ot8 x Reader (Gn)

Genre: Smut/Suggestive

Warnings: Mentions of Blowing 🤷

-I made this a bit different but it’s still the same concept I hope that’s alright🩵

-🩵

Bangchan:

He’d jump up on the counter while you were cooking. Talking to you about his day when you went towards him to give him a kiss before dropping to your knees. His heart would beat fast mind going dirty before you opened a counter to grab a pan. His face was peppered red trying to look else where before you saw. Coming back up not realizing what just happened. He’d try to go back to talking trying to push the naughty thoughts of you away.

Lee know:

He had jumped up on the counter right in your way teasing you as you looked for a bowl. You rolled your eyes at him kneeling down to grab a bowl from the bottom counter. He smirked to himself “wow there” he’d tease you looking up at him. “You can’t just get on your knees in between my legs and not let me make a move.” He said his eyes staring into you. Damnit all you wanted was cereal.

Changbin:

Sitting on the edge of the bed talking to you about some song he was having troubles with. You nodded listing to him but rummaging through your stuff trying to find something. “Oh there it is” you said softly getting on your knees grabbing your bracelet that was under the bed. Changbin heart skipped a beat, his words stuttering out and his face red “aaah babe you can’t just-“ his words trailed off you locking eyes with him “hmm?” You answered back. He rolled his eyes at you “nothing nothing”

Hyunjin:

You two were painting in his room having a relaxing time as it started to turn dark out. He stretched accidentally knocking over your brushes. You went to pick them up hyunjins eyes going big. He bit his lip looking down at you “hey babe” he would say softly making you look up “wanna go cuddle?” He asked with a devilish smile having thoughts circling in his head about how he was gonna take you.

Han:

Sitting at the table getting ready to eat, you had accidentally dropped a spoon on the ground. You kneeled down to grab it as you moved Jisung stiffened. He wanted to say something but his words were caught in his throat. His thoughts swirled making him twitch in his pants. When you moved he whined loudly. “You can’t just do that and not- jagi please dinner can wait a few” his voice sounding needy.

Felix:

You two were sitting on the couch watching a movie when your found had fallen making a thump on the floor. You kneeled down to grab it feeling you between his legs like that made him hiccup eyes trying to just stick to the tv. His cock twitch in his pants at the thought. “Hey, hey love why don’t we lay down and cuddle hmm?” He said softly knowing damn well it would lead to something.

Seungmin:

He had came into the kitchen as you grabbed a snack jumping up on the counter beside you. You went down quickly kneeling below him the smug smirk plastering across his face. You smacked his leg outta the way to grab a plate “aah pup” he whined a bit looking down at you, you looked up meeting his gaze “while your down there I got another thing you can snack on” his voice teased.

Jeongin:

Sitting on the edge of the tub taking to you as you got ready for bed. You dropped your phone panicking kneeling down to grab it. Jeongins heart races at your motions. You stood up quickly as you grabbed your phone. The boy before you had such pretty blush against his face “I don’t think I can sleep right now babe” he said softly.

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[aespabangedup]

HENTAI GISELLE:

Warning: Pure Smut, don't ask about morality.

A Quick Giselle smut for the naughty needy bitch who crave cocks, even in live ending fairy.

(Don't read if you are a saint. That's it)

ah ah ahh ahhhh ahhhhha ahhhhhhhhhhha

Moaning while caressing your throbbing 5 inch cock with her juicy pussy is non but the bitchy idol Giselle, getting fucked like a dog in doggy style. Standing on two feet, booty arched upward giving you better and deeper access to her holes. Hands on counter looking at her slutty face in the mirror.

She is still in her stage outfits. Well only the top part as you have pulled out her bottom leaving her meaty whity booty to get red from all the smacking of your crotch and holes seeded from your cream.

You two are in one of the many waiting room after her stage, giving her the daily dose of sexual pleasure. Your cock is hammering her dripping wet hole for nearly an hour now. Drenching cause she have cummed twice already while you unloaded once.

She loves to make those hentai ahegao face. Tongue out, eyes rolled, panting and shaking with her weak knees. Making weird sound as if you were raping her while she keeps smiling like a virgin doing her first sex.

Neither you are raping her nor she is a virgin. In fact non of the Aespa members are. They are notorious sex predator in the industry, in fact right now Karina is getting gangbanged by their managers and crews in the next room while Ningning got one of the broadcast station crew to fuck her up beside this room too, just like Giselle got you. Winter is sick so didn't do much but brought over a lesbian fan from crowd to lick her pussy clean while seeing Karina getting gangbanged harasly. That's how they make sure the makeup they have put got used properly to satisfy men.

A puddle of both of your cum mix have gathered on the tiles straight under her hole, a fishy intoxicating smell filling the room.

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK

You are using her idol pussy like a fleshlight, grabbing and slamming her hips on your thrusting cook. Making the impact heavier and her moan louder each time.

Suddenly you lost your mental barrier and couldn't hold anymore, ended up coming again. Your two months of abstain working like charm as you unload another pool worth of cum in her pussy.

With a perfect ahegao face she ended up on the ground from violent shaking, heavy panting and sweat forming all over her slutty face. You goes down too and start kissing and licking her lolling tongue and salty face painting it with your saliva. While other hand busy fondling her milky tight and modest milkers.

Giselle got on her back and splited her legs open, giving a perfect view of her creampied pussy and tight anal. She spread her butt cheek with her hands, hinting to impale her anal.

Without any wait, you shoved your entire cum lubricated cock all the way in making Giselle scream like a witch on fire and you continue to enjoy your once in a life hentai toy.

The laughter of men and Karina's muffled scream from next room was getting louder, who knows how many cock they are pumping into that whore's little holes at once. One in mouth, two in ass and two in pussy? Another high pitched moan can be heard too, must be Ningning's as she picked a thick cocked muscled bouncer crew to bounce on his cock. He must be using her like fleshlight that's why her moaning is so sharp.

Meanwhile Giselle's ahegao keep getting lewder and lewder as you too are fucking her slutty brain into a mush. Let's just all fuck these fucking Aespa whore up, grrrrrr.....

Plop argg plop aaah plop aaaaahhh smack smack aaaarggahhh

The ahegao face is spouting intoxicating moans and arousing faces with each of your mother fucking thrust stretching her often used shit hole.

Die impaled by my dick you nepo bitch, die die die grrrrr

Arrggggg ahaaa aaaa ahhhhha aaaaaa

She still have a long session ahead.........

[fallingdownhell]

Helloooo- can I request breakup sex with the genshin boys of your choice cause like AAAH BREAKUP SEX IS SO ANGSTY AND LOVELY AND LIKE >>>

IT'S ONE OF THE BEST THINGS TO EVER EXIST!! AAGH!! THANK YOU FOR THIS REQUEST!<3 Characters Included: Kazuha; Diluc; Neuvillette Content: gender neutral reader; nsfw; gentle sex; passionate sex; breakup sex; angsty; unprotected sex; creampie; edging; orgasm control; scratching; biting Word count: 1,2k words NSFW UNDER THE CUT! MINORS DON'T INTERACT! Everyone else, please enjoy<3

Kazuha

as much as I want to say that he'd be passionate about it, I think Kazuha would be very gentle during his last time with you

in his mind, it's the last time he gets to enjoy you like this, so he wants to take his time and live out every moment to its fullest

he'd savor your taste, eating you out multiple times, making your head spin from overstimulation, worshipping your body, because he'll be damned if he can't tell you how much he loves you and your body one last time

you'd be gasping for air, throwing your head around, trying to grasp onto something to ground yourself again, yet finding nothing except for his head between your legs, so you hold onto his hair tightly

Kazuha doesn't care if you'd pull out some strands of his hair. He'd simply groan against you in pleasure, digging right back in because that's how he knows he's making you feel good

only when you're an incoherent mess, eyes glassy and disoriented from so many orgasms, would he finally allow himself to take you

he'd want to go slow at first, savoring the feeling of you clenching around his dick, but he soon looses his focus, thrusting more passionately, already at his limit since he's been depriving himself of touching you for so long

Kazuha would overstimulate the everliving hell out of you. He does not care how many times you've already came, he's always gonna squeeze one more out of you

his arms are tightly circled around your upper body, pressing you into his chest while he snaps his hips into you repeatedly, hitting that spot inside you dead on with every single thrust, making your eyes roll back from the immense amount of pleasure

when Kazuha finally comes, his hips stilling inside of you for a few seconds, before he begins rutting into you again, attempting to ride out his orgasm for as long as possible while he whispers praises into your ear

soon after that, you'd pass out in his arms, to spent from all the things he did to you. And while Kazuha wants nothing more than to stay with you, cuddle you in your sleep and take care of you, he knows that if he stays, he won't have the strenght to leave you in the morning. So, he quietly slips out of the bed, makes sure you're warm and comfortable before he gathers his things, giving you one last, tender kiss on your cheek before he leaves your home for the last time...

Diluc

when you proposed having sex one last time before the relationship would be officially over, he was reluctant about it at first, but ultimately agreed to it, figuring that there couldn't be any more harm to it either way

gods, was he proven wrong right now

he had been thrusting into you relentlessly, snapping his hips against yours repeatedly for what feels like forever now

he's giving you both pleasure, hitting your spot dead on, yet every time you come close to your orgasm, he stops all his movements, denying you and himself this overwhelming peak of pleasure

´his arms are on both sides of your head, holding himself above you, he's panting heavily while you have your legs wrapped around his waist, desperately grinding against him, trying to get him to move again so you can finally come

but he only presses you more into the matress so you can't move anymore, keeping you both still. As a response, your arms circle his back, your nails digging into the skin of his back, leaving marks and scratches all over it

Diluc groans, the sharp pain soon turning into pleasure and he can't help but snap his hips forwards again, his cock grinding deeper into you

the screams and moans you let out at that only spur him on even more, burrying his face in the crook of your neck, he can't help himself when he gently bites into your soft flesh

the action sends you reeling, your eyes rolling to the back of your skull as you let out another loud moan

it's at this point that you start begging him, to please, finally let you come. It's just becoming too much for you, the constant pleasure becoming unbearable

and despite everything, Diluc knows he could never deny you anything, not when you're begging him so nicely

so he decides to oblige you, snapping his hips against yours in a more brutal pace than before, reaching down with one hand between your bodies to stimulate you even more

and when you finally come, you feels the the force of all your previous denied orgasms come back full force with this one, to the point of you almost blacking out under Diluc

Diluc comes soon after you, the feeling of you clenching so tight around him just too much for him to take at this point

too exhausted to do anything else, the two of you fall asleep next to each other, not caring how awkward it would be in the morning. That's a problem for after a good nights sleep...

Neuvillette

I like to think that he'd also be gentle about it, but in a bit more of a passionate way, all the same, if that makes any sense

similar to Kazuha, he'd also want to enjoy himself, and he wants you to enjoy yourself as well

and in his eyes, the best way to achieve that for the both of you is to give you both as many orgasms as possible

by now, you've lost every concept of time. You've no idea how long you two have been going at it or how many times you or him have came at this point

all your nerves are standing at high attention, every little touch feels overwhelming to you. Even his soft caresses over your arms send shivers of pleasure down your spine, your back arching into him as his hips snap into you, his cock splitting you open over and over again as you moan and scream his name the entire time

meanwhile Neuvillette, although enjoying the moment, is deep in his head. He can't quite wrap his head around the fact that this will be your last time with him, that he won't get to devour you again like this, so he at least wants to make it count

he would mark your entire body, so that even for days and weeks after, you would be reminded of him and his touch, and how good he could make you feel

he's leaving hickeys all over your neck and throat, clawmarks on your arms and back, some marks even on your thighs. He marks you everywhere he gets a chance to, and you're too overstimulated to notice or even care about it

in fact, you welcome it, wanting to have something to remember him by, however fleeting it might be

when you reach your nth orgasm of the night, Neuvillette follows you soon after, loving the feeling of how tight you clench around his cock when you come, him burried deep inside of you, touching all the good spots only he could reach

it takes a while for the both of you to catch your breaths and when you feel like you're finally done, you half expected him to either dissapear immediately or just turn around and sleep

what you didn't expect however was for him to cuddle up to you, gently kissing your body to make up for his rough treatment from before. He's still giving you proper aftercare, which you're confused about at first, but you're definitely not going to deny him

and maybe, he hopes that while he treats you with such care and devotion, you might recondsider the decision you made and stay with him, after all...

[mythicalmyles]

ghost!proxy fucking you asleep one night and you waking up in your "dream" cockwarming somebody you can't see... fucking yourself back onto their cock and moaning half-asleep and needy into your sheets, saying how you need them to fuck you, how much you wanna see them, it only spurs them on to flip you onto your back fucking into you fast, now with multiple hands teasing your nipples etcetc while you still cannot see them but can see how much their cock gapes your hole <33333

UGHJFF another ghost proxy joining in and fucking your mouth ohnngghhhgof or even double pen,,, HOT

there is much to think about myth

– 💤 anon

18+, dubcon, based this off of some of our old asks i kept

(Name) smiled up at his new house, it was a little run down but nothing dedication couldnt fix, besides, his boyfriend was pretty handy. (Name) quickly made his way up the stairs and opened the door. The house was stuffy and almost felt suffocating, as if he was encroaching on somethings turf. He shook his head, hair flailing. It was an old house, no one had lived in it for quite some time.

(Name) gazed blankly at the boxes thrown around his new home, he felt exhausted after the long train and taxi ride. He shook his head and b-lined to the couch, flopping his body down and passing out almost instantly.

——————

“Aaah!” (Name) shot up only to be shoved back, pleasure wracking his body as he felt something fucking into him. His shocked eyes gazed at nothing, he could feel the hands pinning his stomach down but there was no one there. All he could do was lie back and moan as he was fucked raw by an invisible figure, he’d never felt this good before. His body felt like it was on fire, moaning with every thrust.

“Shhh, be a good boy and go back to sleep.” The voice was dark and shook him but he couldn’t help but close his eyes as the thrusts sped up, his body bouncing with every slam of its hips.

—————

(Name) shot up on the couch, darkness filling the outside. He checked over his body to see nothing, a sigh left him. It must’ve been a dream he convinced himself. He picked his phone off of the floor, checking the time. His boyfriend would be here soon.

He shoved himself off of the couch, he couldn’t be bothered looking for his cooking equipment. Instead he chose to ring up a take out, he almost hurled when they told his it could take up-to two hours due to his secluded location.

He let out a sigh before sitting back down, his dream running through his head.

He mustve zoned out because his boyfriend clapping his hands shook him, eyes immediately darting to the other. “Oh, (b/n).” (Names) voice was drowsy and his eyes were drooping, his boyfriend chuckling at the state of him.

“Come on.” He muttered softly as he scooped (Name) into his arms, chuckling as he carried them upto their room.

—————

(Name) tried his best not to sigh as his boyfriend rolled off of him, he came but he felt so unsatisfied. The images of his earlier dream swarmed his mind, helping him cum. Usually he took forever, his mind grasping at thoughts to help bring him to the edge.

As much as he loved his boyfriend he was just too sweet for his own good, (Name) craved desperately to be thrown down and taken like an animal. He worried he just wasn’t attractive enough to bring out that side of his boyfriend but he always shrugged the thoughts off.

He tried not to sigh too loud as he closed his eyes, hoping sleep would take him quick.

—————

(B/N) woke up to the sound of moaning, shocked eyes landing on another man sliding his cock into his boyfriend. All he could do was gape and stare as he watched his boyfriend moan the loudest he ever had, pleasure filling his voice. Large hands slid up (Names) chest, lifting his shirt. Hands played with his nipples as he was ground into the bed. “Pleeease, stuff me.” (Name) mumbled out, half awake and tongue hanging out mouth.

(B/N) couldnt believe his eyes, he’d never seen (Name) like this. “G-god harder! Please!” (Names) eyes finally opened, looking behind him and seeing no one. His shocked eyes landed on his boyfriend. “A-aah, (B/N)!” (Name) moaned as he was fucked deep, eyes staring at his boyfriend across the bed. “I-im sor-sorrry.” He slurred out through moans, eyes hazed.

“Have you ever had him like this? Moaning like a bitch in heat?” Masky’s words had high pitched moans pouring from (Name). It felt too good to be true, it had to be a dream (Name) thought. He couldn’t see anyone behind him but he definitely heard and felt them, their cock filled him up, easily slamming into his prostate.

He came after another few thrusts, eyes rolling back and his back almost snapping as he arched. “He’s a good little puppy isn’t he?” Masky smirked as (Name) whined, huffing as he came down from his high. Masky’s hand wrapped around (Names) neck, pulling him flush to his chest.

Masky’s other arm restrained his arms, keeping them pinned to his sides as Masky continued to fuck him, except now his boyfriend could see everything going on. (B/N) couldn’t help but stare as Masky’s cock continued fucking into his boyfriend, going as deep as he could. (Name) whined at the overstimulation, lungs gasping for air. “Come play with his nipples.” Masky sounded more like he was ordering, (B/N) couldn’t help but comply, his cock straining hard against his pants. He looked into his boyfriends desperate eyes, finally clicking in his brain. (B/N) really liked seeing his boyfriend like this, he wanted to see that look on (Names) face again.

More moans poured from (Name). “Ah, please. N-no more.” He begged weakly, voice cracking. “You’re going to be a good little doggy and take all the cock you’re given like the good little whore you are.” (Name) groaned, chest arching into the warm mouth that had attached to one of them. (B/ns) tongue rolled around (Names) nipple, flicking the bud as his other hand teased (Names) other nipple between two digits.

(Name) felt his mind liquidate under the pleasure, another orgasm quick to tear through his body. A loud scream left (Name) as he was forced through another orgasm, his mind blank as he flopped back against Masky. Cold filled him and he let out a shocked moan, whoever inside of him pulling out.

(Name) tried to apologise to (BF/N) and instead was silence with a kiss, his boyfriend pushing him into the mattress. His boyfriend moved him until he was on top, grinding their hips together as he looked up at (Name). He grinned up at (Name) before pulling him down onto his cock, throwing his usual care out the window. (Bf/n) slammed (Name) down onto his cock, intent on drilling every moan he could from his lover.

(Name) let out a moan of pain, the sudden feeling of a hand yanking his hair making him jump. Wide eyes staring at nothing. He felt something cold press to his lips and catiously opened his mouth, only to choke when what he could only assume was a cock, was shoved into his mouth.

The cold sensation was a huge contrast to how hot (names) body felt, sticky with sweat as his boyfriend had him ride him. Choked moans left as another orgasm washed over (name), body shaking as he ground down on his boyfriends cock. (Bf/n) came clenching (names) hips, leaving indents and bruises. He lay panting after, watching as someone transparent fucked (names) mouth. (Bf/n) bit his lip as he watched (name), eyes fixated on his throat.

(Name) let out a load whine as he was pulled off, cringing at the taste in his mouth. (Bf/n) was quick to pull him into his arms, cuddling him close.

[linkemon]

Mayhem (Noctis Lucis Caelum x Reader) [Soulmate AU]

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"ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴘᴀʀʀɪɴɢ ʀᴇꜱᴜʟᴛ ʙᴜᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ᴋᴇᴘᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪꜱᴇ. ꜱʜᴇ ʀᴏʟʟᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ʜᴇʀ ꜱʟᴇᴇᴠᴇ, ʀᴇᴠᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏ ᴏɴ ʜᴇʀ ꜰᴏʀᴇᴀʀᴍ. ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ʟɪɴᴇ ꜰᴏʀᴍᴇᴅ ᴀɴ ᴏʀɴᴀᴛᴇʟʏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ 'ꜰᴀʀᴇᴡᴇʟʟ'."

ᴀᴅᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ɪɴꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: 1. ᴍᴀᴊᴏʀ ꜱᴘᴏɪʟᴇʀꜱ ʀᴇɢᴀʀᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛꜱ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀᴍᴇ. 2. ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ꜱᴏᴜʟᴍᴀᴛᴇ ᴀᴜ, ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ (ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ɴᴏᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ) ᴀʀᴇ ɢɪꜰᴛᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʙɪʟɪᴛʏ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ꜱᴏᴜʟᴍᴀᴛᴇ.

— You lost! Show it! — Gladio shouted right next to [Reader's] ear.

— You cheated — she gasped, clutching the wooden sword.

— All's fair in love and war!

— We're not at war, we're just doing training exercises — the little girl replied.

She wasn't happy with the sparring result but she kept her promise. She rolled up her sleeve, revealing the tattoo on her forearm. The black line formed an ornately written "Farewell"

— I was hoping for something better.

— Do not get smart up. You don't have the skill yourself yet.

— It won't be easy to find a soulmate with something like that. I hope my skill will be better.

The girl didn't want to admit it but she was thinking exactly the same thing. Many people were given simpler instructions. She has always dreamed of a timer or a red thread. They didn't require much attention. Meanwhile, she was given a word that anyone could have said to her.

— Maybe I'll hear my soulmate say goodbye to someone? Or will this be a slogan describing our entire relationship? You know... we'll be such a nice couple that we won't want to be apart?

***

[Reader] stared at the three friends who had come to the training ground. She was glad Noctis wasn't with them.

She thought no one would come here in the middle of the night. She had been able to avoid meetings over the past few days but it seemed like that wasn't the case this time.

— I don't want to talk to you.

She swung her sword, practicing the sequence.

— Listen, you can just sit here for me but he doesn't want to go anywhere without you...

Gladiolus didn't finish his sentence because Prompto kicked him in the ankle with all his might.

— How can you say such things to a girl? — Prompto was outraged. — Sorry, I have to send a text message quickly. — He took out his phone.

Ignis looked at the other two and sighed. He adjusted his glasses. He felt the need to do this whenever he got irritated.

— Why are you avoiding the prince?

— Damn it! We all know why. We are not making idiots of ourselves.

King's Shield was tired. He wanted to put the whole trip behind him. Altissia was far from Insomnia. They had a long journey ahead of them and he felt like he was babysitting Noctis instead of preparing for it.

The prince insisted that he wanted to see [Reader] at his wedding to Lunafreya. He proposed it to her and she awkwardly excused herself and they haven't seen each other since.

— Wait... so we know why she's avoiding him? — Prompto frowned in concentration.

It took him a few seconds to understand what Gladiolus was talking about.

— Aaah... That's what you mean... — He tapped his forehead lightly.

— Let's end this circus. You're coming with us. Even the king said it was a great idea.

— He didn't give me an order.

[Reader] knew she was arguing like a little child but she had a hard time hiding her reluctance.

— Stop being so selfish! — Gladio knocked the training sword out of her hand.

He did it easily. He surpassed her in terms of physical strength. Not to mention his skills were next level.

He froze the moment he saw her face. The moonlight helped him see tears in the corners of his eyes. She turned her head to wipe them gently.

He felt guilty.

They had been friends since childhood.

— Damn it! — He pinched the bridge of his nose. — I'm sorry, okay? I'm just... fed up with it.

Ignis didn't say anything. He looked at him reprimandingly and Gladio realized that he was in for a good sermon. Ignis took an embroidered handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to the girl. She accepted it gratefully.

— It's not your fault... none of you... Let's be honest, neither is it Noctis's fault. But so what? Should I be a bridesmaid at a wedding I don't want to see? Watch someone I've been in love with for so many years get married? Congratulate my rival with whom I never stood a chance? I want Noctis to be happy but... that doesn't mean I have to watch it all.

The girl felt all the emotions she had been carrying since the announcement of the engagement slipping away. Grief gripped her heart and the words stuck in her throat. Her fingers tightened around Ignis's handkerchief. There was a deafening silence, broken only by the night chirping of crickets.

The friends looked towards the entrance. She followed their gaze.

He stood there.

— We'll leave you two alone — Prompto suggested.

He hoped [Reader] wouldn't find out that he was the one who notified Noctis via text message. Otherwise he would be in big trouble.

— I think we need to talk — said the prince.

— You didn't overhear everything? — she asked bitterly.

Blue eyes stared at her intensely.

— I want you to tell me about it properly now.

— NO. — She sat down on the stone wall. — Do you know why? Because it doesn't make sense. I won't change anything.

— You know...

— I know! You are responsible for Lucis... And you will be king one day... And you love Lunafreya... And we need this marriage...

Noctis looked at the brightly shining moon above his head.

It was as if in its light he could no longer hide anything.

He felt he had failed as a friend.

He knew for a long time. He just never wanted to let that thought come to the fore. It was easier to push it to the bottom of his mind and tell himself it was just a delusion. He was afraid to face a feeling he didn't reciprocate.

— [Reader], if you had told me earlier...

She felt a pang in her chest. He had no soulmate skill. Fate didn't decide for him. He chose Luna of his own free will.

— I wouldn't change anything. You love each other and I want you to be happy but please — she took a deep breath — don't make me go there. My heart can't bear it.

In her imagination she saw a beautiful bride. Blond curls were tied up in a high bun and the white dress rustled with every step. The Oracle held a bouquet of her favorite blue flowers as she looked for her fiancé.

Her fingers gripped the stone tightly.

He could give an order if he wanted.

— Then stay... but promise me our friendship won't end like this.

The prince felt that the thread that had connected them for a long time was breaking. He wanted desperately to save it, even though he felt it was over. All the years they spent together were gone.

— I promise that I will come after the wedding, together with your father, when I get myself together a bit. — She headed towards the exit.

— Farewell — he said with a slight smile.

She glanced briefly at the tattoo that had been with her for many years.

She didn't answer him.

***

— What is it about? — Noctis asked.

Ignis entered the room with a newspaper in his hand.

— Read it.

The Fall of Insomnia , said the headline. Gladiolus read it aloud, feeling growing anxiety.

— Is this some joke?

The prince wanted to tear out the newspaper and make sure he had heard correctly.

— There was an attack. The Imperial army has occupied the capital — Gladio continued. — The Treaty Room flashed brightly. Explosions were also heard. When the smoke cleared, the king was found... dead. — Gladio looked up.

— No... But... Wedding... Altissia...

— I know. That was the plan but... all the headlines in town can't be wrong.

Ignis looked at Noctis with regret. There was no way there could be a mistake.

The boy felt his heart beating fast and a cold sweat break out on him.

— Liars! — he shouted. — We have to check that.

— Shall we turn back? — Prompto assured.

— Yes.

***

— Betrayal! Protect His Majesty!

[Reader] managed to kill three opponents before she fell to the ground. Lights flashed all around and a loud explosion deprived her of hearing.

She put her fingers to her chest in surprise. A red, sticky liquid flowed from the deep wound. She tried to make a sound but was interrupted by darkness.

***

— Maybe these will be the last words you hear from him? He'll see you and decide it's time to say goodbye or something — he laughed.

— Gladio, I'm going to kill you!

— I'd like to see you try — said the new, short, dark-haired boy.

He poked his head out from behind one of the pillars and curiously walked to the middle of the training ground.

— I think it's time for me to introduce you to the spoiled prince. Noctis Lucis Caelum and his titles that I don't feel like listing...

[wanderersbell]

Aaah i live for the idea of being the wanderer's travel companion!! i love the "lending you his hat" fic you did, it's so well done ♥️ i don't even have anything specific to request, i would just love for more cute moments like that 🙇‍♂️🙇‍♂️🙇‍♂️

a trip to vanarana

wanderer x gn!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none

word count: 1620

a/n: anon i'm so glad you love that idea bc it's my fav and i think about it all the time! here's some more for you (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ this miiight be kinda off lore wise bc iirc the only reason people couldn't see aranara was due to the inability to dream, and considering they can now i feel like that also implies they can see the little guys but i could be wrong so oh well - enjoy!

bringing fresh fruit to the aranara in vanarana had become a special, self indulgent little routine of yours as of late. 

honestly, you weren’t even sure if they could eat, but all of it always vanished within a couple of days when you’d come back with more, and the aranara would greet you eagerly - so you figured wherever it went it must be getting put to good use. two to three times a week, rain or shine, you would drag the wanderer with you to pick up fresh produce from the market and carry it to the tiny village. he would grumble and huff the whole way, drag his feet like a petulant child, but refused to let you go alone if you offered to let him stay behind. 

“you’re basically exploiting me.” he points out, kicking a stray hilichurl arrow away from his foot. the camp the two of you just cleared out sits vacant now as you lift the discarded sack of fruit back up over your shoulder, the weight slightly heavier than before after tossing in the apples and sunsettias you just found. 

you shoot the wanderer a slightly exasperated look from where he’s still tossing hilichurl loot around with his foot instead of picking it up. he pretends to be lost in thought once you whip your head around to face him, wiping invisible dust off of his shoulder like dealing with a small camp of monsters is anything more than a minor inconvenience for someone with his level of abilities. 

“when i take you with me i’m exploiting you, when i leave you behind it’s excluding you.” you sniff, fixing him with glare when he finally meets your eyes. “has anyone ever told you that you’re difficult?”

his brows raise in faux disbelief, his right hand coming to rest over his vision like he’s deeply offended by your words. “me? difficult? is it so wrong to desire compensation for my troubles?”

you can’t help the way your eyes nearly roll into the back of your head, but a small smile still tugs at your lips at his dramatics. 

“is my company not enough for you?” you joke as the aranara village comes into view. the loud scoff behind you comes as no surprise. 

“not in the slightest. this is a waste of time, i have better things to be doing right now.” 

you give a thoughtful hum in response, choosing to say nothing else as the silent acknowledgment between the two of you goes unsaid, but speaks loud enough all the same. with you, when he can’t comfortably bring himself to admit the truth, he’ll say the opposite of what he feels. you know this very well, so what he means is: “more than enough, i’d cause a scene if you didn’t let me tag along.”

soon reaching the aranara village, you and your travel companion head over to the center of the clearing and you unceremoniously let the fruit fall to the ground, reaching up to rub at your sore shoulder immediately afterwards while the wanderer gives you a pointed look that you choose to ignore. he insisted you let him carry the bag before you left, you always end up complaining about how heavy it is, but you refused and wouldn’t let him take it from you despite knowing the truth of his words. 

it’s only moments later that the aranara start to emerge from their tiny homes and wobble over to you, their silly little hats and faces bringing a familiar sense of glee that overcomes you whenever you see them. 

“i’m back!” you exclaim with a huge grin that has your eyes squinting into crescents. “i hope your hungry! or ready to do… whatever you do with this stuff!” when you bend down to start taking the produce out of the bag and into a pile, the man standing next to you snorts lightly. 

the wanderer, ever the one to suck the joy out of things until they’re bitter and tasteless, is convinced they can’t eat and that you bringing them fruit is the equivalent of birds bringing shiny trash to people. this doesn’t bother you in the slightest though, so all he can do is stand back hopelessly and watch these little forest creatures rob you of perfectly good food. 

“you know, they probably throw it all into a hole and let it rot. compost for the garden.” he says while a few of the aranara swarm his feet and gaze up at him with expectant beady eyes. 

you give a nonchalant shrug in response. “that’s certainly not the worst thing they could be doing, so i don’t see a problem with it. contributing to their garden is a good deed, no?”

out of the corner of your eye, you see one of the floating aranara approach your traveling companion who glares suspiciously at the viparyas it carries in its hands. your heart swells immediately at the sight of the small forest creature offering him a flower out of the blue, hands flying up to cover your mouth lest you squeal in delight and ruin the moment. 

the wanderer still remains rooted to the spot, watching hesitantly as the aranara reaches out and waits until he outstretches his hand to drop the viparyas into his palm. his eyes momentarily flick down to the flower laying on his hand then back up to the aranara that bounces a bit in the air and makes a soft, pleased sound before turning and floating away. 

“oh my god,” you whisper-yell into your hands, eyes wide with disbelief at the interaction you just witnessed. with bewilderment clear on his face, the wanderer meets your eyes and purses his lips in embarrassment at the fact that you watched it all go down. 

fruit long forgotten, you clamber to your feet and lean closer to see the viparyas that’s still laying haphazardly on his palm. when you try to grab it, your travel companion finally snaps out of his shock and yanks his hand away from you with the flower clutched tight in his grip. 

“don’t you dare. it was given to me, not you.” he says firmly, smirking at the way your expression gives way to irritation faster than he can blink. 

“i thought you didn’t like the aranara!” you remind him, wholesome moment instantly ruined. “you hardly even help here, i’m positive it was meant for me anyways!”

when you reach out to try to take it again he turns his entire body away from you and peeks over his shoulder with a proud sneer. “if it was meant for you, it would’ve been given to you. this was obviously for me.”

a heavy sigh forces it’s way out of your lungs but you begrudgingly concede, willing to let him be possessive over the flower the little aranara gave him because, to be fair, it was a precious sight. you wave a hand at him dismissively and mumble a quiet, “fine, whatever.” before crouching down again to finish emptying the bag that had been forgotten, and you miss the way his expression falls at the genuine disappointment in your voice. 

tentatively, after a moment of contemplation, he leans over to tap you on the shoulder. when you turn your head to figure out what he wants, he thrusts the flower towards you with a tiny pout and blush on his face, eyes avoiding your own the way they always do when he thinks he accidentally hurt your feelings. 

of course, you didn’t actually mind that much, it was just a flower after all, but seeing the sincerity behind his actions, you can’t help but to play along and offer a small smile in response before tentatively taking the viparyas from his outstretched hand. 

the second your fingers brush he jerks his hand away and clutches it to his chest, standing back up with a huff and crossing his arms while you gaze fondly at the soft blue and purple petals. your chest clenches tightly at the fact that he had given it to you even if it was only because he thought you were upset, and when you glance up at him to offer him a grateful smile you find that he’s already watching you with a complicated expression on his face. 

“what?” you ask cautiously. “don’t tell me you already want it back.”

he clicks his tongue and averts his attention elsewhere. “of course i don’t, keep it for all i care.”

what he means is: “no, it’s for you anyways.” and the smile on your face unconsciously stretches into a giddy grin at his unconvincing frown accompanied color staining his cheeks while he pretends to ignore you. having already finished setting all of the fruit in a pile, you bundle up the bag and shove it under your arm as you stand up and walk over to his side, following his line of sight to watch the sky where the sun starts peeking out of the clouds with breathtaking rays of light. 

the comforting presence of the man beside you fills you with a warm, unexplainable feeling that you can’t help but want to cling onto forever, to hold onto so tightly that it permanently fuses with your being. 

“ready to leave?” he asks after a few blissful moments of silence, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye. you nod softly, too content and peaceful to break the silence and speak. 

and so, you and your travel companion head back into town together, viparyas held tightly in your hand while the rays of light in the sky fully emerge from the clouds and illuminate the smiles on your faces. 

[winter-leftovers]

Til The End Of Eternity || Chapter twenty five: As The World Caves In (25/?)

(Douxie Casperan x f!reader)

Summary: Y/n is trying to figure her life out but is going to be hard since her brother is the new trollhunter and she is plagued by dreams and feelings she doesn’t understand.

Chapter Summary: Merlin and the trollhunter team make Jim take a decision. Y/n and Douxie have their last night on earth.

Word count: 4150

Warnings: a lil of angst. +16 stuff, implied smut, nothing explicit

See episode ten of Trollhunters before reading for extra rage!

(Season 3 Episodes 9, 10)

Song?: As The World Caves In by Sarah Cothran

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“We’re home, mom! Y/n! Merlin?” Y/n heard the front door opening “Got the stuff you needed”

Her heart increased its already fast pace.

“He is going to kill me” she whispered as she looked up at the couple surviving pieces of Jim’s vespa laying on the garage’s table from her place on the floor.

“Ugh” Merlin rolled his eyes. The wizard was tired of the girl’s nervousness.

Y/n ignored him. She tried and tried to explain to him how important the vespa was but it didn’t seem to matter to him. It didn’t fit his logic, if it does fit what Merlin already believes, he won't try to do it any other way.

“What’s that smell?” Toby complained.

“Hell” Y/n screamed to the trollhunter team that were still at the door.

“We’re in the garage” Blinky announced.

Aaarrrgghh and Blinky were still impregnated by the horrid smell of the cave where Merlin sent them to look for something that he didn’t allow Y/n to see.

Jim followed the voice of the troll, opening the door followed by Toby and Claire carrying the trophies of their conquest.

“It appears your little excursion was just as fruitful as our own” Blinky pointed to the table.

“My vespa?” Jim screamed, only being able to focus on the remains of his bike.

“I’m so sorry, Jim” Y/n stood up.

“Aaah” he dropped to the floor in agony “what did you do?”

“I put it to much better use” Merlin nodded and Y/n pulled one of the covers “This one is for Tobias”

“What?! We got armors too?!” Toby screamed as the sheet fell to the ground revealing an orange suit of armor “I’ve been waiting my whole life for this! So cool! So cool!” He ran up to it to look it up closer. With one of his finger, he carefully caresed the metal “Look how shiny it is”

Y/n smiled, happy that her work with Jim’s bike had made him so happy. She took a step back and looked at her father before revealing the last one.

“And this one is for Lady Claire” Merlin said as the sheet fell revealing a purple set of armor.

“Oh. Wow” Claire breathed “Holy guacamole”

“Do you like it?” Y/n smiled “I used purple because is totally your color”

“Yes” the girl carefully touched the metal “You did this?”

“I like mine better” Toby stated.

“I’m glad. I did it thinking of you” Y/n chuckled, turning to Claire “Yeah. I’m going to have metal under my nails for a hundred years”

“Wow. Thanks. It’s amazing” Claire smiled.

Y/n blushed. She took a step back to observe the happiness her work has made.

“Good work” Merlin ruffled Y/n hair.

She smiled back to her father. Besides being forced to destroy her brother’s bike the afternoon was very tame, nice even. Merlin let her take the lead in the design and construction of the armors. Father and daughter working together side by side on the floor of the garage, recounting old memories in between the comfortable silence.

“That’s surprisingly nice of you, Merlin” Jim said.

“Quick query” Blinky wasn’t as trusty as his student “If we’ve been collecting items for a spell to thwart Gunmar, then why would they require armor?”

“A spell? You thought we would stop Gunmar and Angor Rot without going to war?” Merlin couldn't believe the ingenuity of the troll.

Y/n shifted in her place. They still haven’t recovered from the consequences from the last war but Merlin was right. There wasn’t any other way

“Do you have sand for brains?” The wizard started pacing.

“Wait, a war?” Jim asked.

“Once freed,” Merlin cracked his neck “Morgana will attempt to bring forth the Eternal Night”

“Free Morgana?” Y/n’s voice came out more hopeful than she wanted to.

“Sounds like you’re saying you’re not going to stop Gunmar from freeing that witch” Claire stopped playing with her new armor and turned to the wizard.

“Oh, did I not make myself clear? I’m not here to stop Gunmar” Merlin clenched his fists behind his back. Y/n frowned, she only saw him do this a couple of times: once when Douxie wouldn’t shut up about his staff after almost dying and a couple of times when discussing important matters with King Arthur “I’m here to kill Morgana”

Y/n felt her knees give out. She walked back until she found a solid surface, a wall to hold the weight of her soul. Maybe it was naive, childish even but all these years she hoped to bring back the Morgana she knew, that maybe, if they gave her enough time, Y/n could find a way to bring back the sister she once knew, but with this war, Merlin wouldn’t give her the time.

Her father’s possible words resonated in her mind “Grow up, Y/n! She’s a monster! She’s never going to change! We have to kill her, now!” She would cry and her father would mellow, he would understand the grief her daughter is going through and say “I’m sorry, Birdie but there is no other way”

“And maybe there’s no other way. Maybe I have to grow up. Maybe my sister has been dead this whole time” she thought.

“Jim. Jim. Jim!” Y/n was brought back by Claire’s screams.

“Want to weigh in here?” An irritated Toby asked the trollhunter “Merlin just dropped the bomb we have to let Morgana loose”

Y/n looked around, her father had walked to the other side of the room somehow. She walked by the entrance door where he was standing and sat down on the steps, her body still too shaky to stand.

“Wait, he destroyed my Vespa” Jim said.

Y/n chuckled, lowering her head, her shoes suddenly more calming. Looks like she wasn’t the only one at her limit.

“He what? See? Then you must listen to the voice of reason. Mine!” Blinky screamed.

“Gunmar has the staff of Avalon. Soon he will find a way to free her. This is when we will strike. Together, we’ll slay Morgana before the Eternal Night starts” Merlin explained.

“Woah woah woah” interrupted Toby “I’m sorry, you want Jim to go up against Gunmar and Angor Rot and Morgana?”

“Do you have any other idea?” Y/n asked, already disheartened by the circumstances.

“Now is the time to strike” Merlin didn’t let Toby answer ���She’s been imprisoned for centuries and she will be at her weakest. This is our best chance”

“Wait” Claire stepped forward “If Jim defeats Morgana, you get your magic back”

Y/n lifted her head.

“That would be a pleasant bonus, yes” Merlin frowned.

“Oh, you only want your magic back!” Blinky said ironically “Aaarrrgghh, my friend, put your fist through the old man’s face”

“Well, that’s not fair” Y/n stood up, her face revealing the anger she felt at her friends.

“Mmm. Old man make sense. Stop witch forever” Aaarrrgghh shook his head.

“I’m with Blinky. Sounds like Merlin wants his magic back” Toby said.

“What if Merlin’s right? He’s been right about everything else” Claire frowned, scared of making the wrong choice.

“Thank you” Merlin bowed.

“Claire” Toby chuckled “Gunmar and Morgana wants to destroy the world” he turned to Merlin “We live in this world!”

“Yet, this world is protected by the trollhunter. What say he?” Merlin turned to Jim

“Uuh” Jim looked back at the expecting eyes “I need to think”

“Then, I await your decision” Merlin bowed.

“Jim” Y/n walked up to him with a soft smile in her face, she grabbed his hands “The decision you make is the one I’ll be happy to fight for”

Jim nodded, returning the smile with difficulty, the nervousness creeping into his spine.

Y/n turned back to leave.

“Whatever you choose, if we are to fight, we’ll need an army. Aaaarrrgghh and I will see what we can do. As to whom we are fighting. I’ll leave that to master Jim” Blinky said.

Merlin and Y/n shared a look and rolled their eyes.

—

“She’s not receiving my texts” Y/n tipped with one hand and bitted her other index fingernail.

“Thanks. Call me if you do” Claire says to her phone “My mom hasn’t seen her either”

“She’s not at the hospital” added Toby.

Jim and Y/n looked at eachother, hoping that the other had news they hadn’t shared.

“Asking for mommy’s permission?” Merlin mocked from behind the fridge.

“Shut up” Y/n turned, pointing Merlin with her phone “I used to ask for permission to breathe. There’s no need to be an ass”

Merlin raised his eyebrows, a half smile in his face.

“You’re asking us to wage a war. It’s only fair to have everyone weigh in” Jim explained, calmer than Y/n.

“I’m feeling a bit peckish. Where do you keep your fresh haggis?” Merlin looked through the fridge.

“What sort of cannibal wizard hungers for boiled meat in a sheep’s stomach? Ugh” Toby turned to the door “I’ll see if anyone at the school has seen her”

“What kind of sixteen year old knows what a haggis is?” Y/n frowned.

Before Toby could open the door he was tackled by Nomura.

“Jeez, lady, don’t you knock?” He complained.

“Nomura!” Jim ran to aid his friend and the changeling.

“Blood! There’s blood on the rug and it’s purple!” Toby screamed.

“What happened?” Y/n walked up to the changeling.

“Usurna tried to capture me at the museum” Nomura stood up with difficulty “Gunmar needs a changeling to activate the staff of Avalon”

“So he found a way around my safeguard. He needs human hands who can speak in troll tongue. If they fail to take her, they’ll look for others” Merlin looked at Jim.

“Strickler” he said.

“Mom” Y/n said.

“Do you think she’s with him?” Claire asked.

Jim quickly pulled out his phone and called Strickler only to be sent to voicemail.

“We don’t know for sure she was with him” Toby tried to be positive.

“Don’t be naive” Y/n burst his bubble.

“Split up and search everywhere! Find my mother!” Desperation irradiated from Jim’s plea.

“It’s okay. We’ll find them, Jim” Claire smiled.

Y/n turned to Merlin her eyes full of tears:

“Please, let me go with them” she grabbed his arm.

“Of course, Birdie. What kind of man wouldn’t let her daughter look for her mother?” He smiled, wiping with his thumb the tear that had fallen.

“Thank you, father” she hugged him, her cheek hitting the cold metal of the armor.

“Go” he kissed her head.

Y/n ran to the center of Arcadia looking in every corner hoping to find her mother’s red hair but only finding empty spaces. She walked and walked, praying that she was wrong, that she didn’t send Claire and Toby to a dangerous fight. She imagined Strickler and her mother having a date in a remote corner of Arcadia and for the first time she didn’t want to pull her hair out.

“Meow”

Y/n feet stopped. She looked down, tears falling down from her face, she chuckled.

“Hi, Al”

“Meow” he repeated, rubbing himself between her legs.

Y/n kept looking at the cat with amusement. The way his skinny body moved in circles between her legs, his soft fur felt against his shaky body, how his tail, that seemed burnt at the tip, tickled when it disconnected from her body. Her brain was so filled with tragedy that looking at her cat felt like a religious experience.

“Y/n?” The familiar voice sounded so distant yet so close.

She looked up, finding in the distance the boy, the man which she was hoping to see all day. A smile formed in her face washing away all the tears that were burning her eyes.

“Doux?” she asked, well aware of the answer.

The blue haired guy shifted his broom from hand to hand and waved. His hand stopped in the middle of the air but quickly resumed the greeting.

Y/n laughed at the young wizard, her heart filling with the warmth she craved.

“Doux!” She screamed as she ran to the man’s arms.

“Y/n!” He screamed, dropping the broom to catch her before both of them could fall.

She snaked her legs around his waist, pulling her head away from his neck.

“Hi!” She said with a gigantic smile.

“Hello?” Douxie frowned, his cheeks flushed “are you okay?”

Y/n squinted.

“Were you crying?” Tried to get closer to her eyes.

The sudden happiness that had invaded her body disappeared as quickly as it appeared. Y/n dropped her legs, her eyes filling up once more.

“I’ve been an idiot” she looked deeply into his hazel eyes.

“I really don’t follow” he chuckled, disappointed at the loss of touch.

“Can we talk inside” she points to the library.

Douxie nodded.

Y/n looks at the sky and can’t help to, once again, pray for everyone’s safety.

Y/n followed Douxie to his apartment, to her favourite place in this town: the brown leather couch. She sat down, closing her eyes when her head hit the back. With her eyes closed, she wished she could be more selfish and leave this war to someone else, to go back to her house and say to everyone “hey! We don’t have to do this! Someone else can! Let’s hide at Doux until it’s over!” But she can’t. She couldn’t.

“Do you want something to drink?”

Y/n opened her eyes and found Douxie looking down at her.

“No. No” she grabbed his wrist “Come sit” she pushed him close to her.

“Love, what’s going on? Should I be worried?” Douxie lifted his arms as Y/n finded a comfortable position in his chest.

“I’m sorry for not telling you about everything but I can’t tell you exactly what’s going on” she crossed her arms behind his back “Don’t be mad”

Douxie sighed:

“I’m not mad” he lowered his arms, hugging her back “You said you wanted to talk?”

“I know” her voice trembled.

Douxie looked down at Y/n. Her eyes were lost in whatever was the whole issue at hand. He knew the situation well. Back in Camelot, when Merlin used to make her keep secrets, useless or not so useless secrets that would fill her up, to eat her up, she would shut down like this. Now, she was trying to compartmentalize the secret to tell Douxie what she could without getting into trouble with her father.

“They’re going to free Morgana” Y/n said, tears falling down unapologetically.

“Oh. How…”

“And they’re going to kill her” she sobbed, hiding her face into his chest “I know is the only way…”

“But you hoped it wasn’t” Douxie hugged her tighter.

“Why do we have to do this all over again?” She sat up “Maybe there is another way? I mean…there is a human trollhunter…” she stopped when she saw Douxie’s look.

“I’m sorry” he whispered.

“I know. She doomed and she did it to herself” she lowered her head in Douxie’s shoulder “Maybe in another life”

He hugged her closer trying to absorb the grief from the tragedy that has been following them since they were children. Y/n closed her eyes, melting in his touch.

“Doux” she whispered.

“Mmh?”

“The world may be ending in a couple of hours…” she looked up.

He looked down at her, his eyes full of curiosity.

She lifted her hands placing it in his cheek, the little stubble prickling her palm. He gave into the warmth of her movement.

“I don’t want it to end without being yours” she whispered, her face red as the roses Douxie had brought for her.

“We don’t have time to get married besides Master…” he rambled, too nervous to answer.

Y/n chuckled:

“No, dumbass” her hand falling to his chest as her face got redder by the second.

“Oh. Oh” he face relaxed and tensed back.

“Oh” Y/n mocked with a smile.

Douxie smiled at the girl's attempt to lighten up the mood. He grabbed her face and got closer to her:

“We don’t have to” he whispered.

“I want to” she grabbed the collar of his shirt and kissed with the passion of a woman with no future.

Douxie quickly returned the kiss, his hungry hands wandering Y/n’s torso, finding the hem of the shirt and discarding it easily.

Y/n panted as she felt Douxie’s penetrating gaze on her. The flush traveled to her chest as his glossy eyes moved up and down.

“You’re even more beautiful than the first time I saw you” he said, his cheeks as crimson as hers.

“Thank you” Y/n smiled.

Douxie smiled back and kissed Y/n nose making her giggle.

“Should I?” Y/n gently pulled Douxie’s black shirt.

“Do you want to?” He raised his brow “Scandalous”

“Please, don’t tell the ladies of the court” Y/n laughed as she took out Douxie’s shirt.

Y/n was mesmerized. She probably had the same face he had seconds ago. She stretched her hand, with her fingers caressing his chests, his stomach. Obsessing how Douxie would twitch under her touch.

“Now I get all the teenagers” she pressed her palm on his chest “you’re hot”

“Now you get them?” Douxie pretended to be offended.

Y/n nodded with a big smile as she got closer to his neck, biting the place where his shoulder and neck met.

“Ah” he moaned, pulling Y/n away softly by the hair “What was that?”

“In case we survive. I don’t like sharing” she laughed.

“I don’t like sharing either” Douxie lifted Y/n from the couch and disappeared into the bedroom.

—

Y/n closed her eyes, Douxie’s limbs and hers tangled with each other, outside the birds sang and the wind ruffled the trees. For a moment, the world is not ending, nobody is dying, she’s not losing a part of herself. She wishes she could live in this moment but she knows that her wishes always fall on deaf ears, that the god that was assigned to her has left the building long ago. She was granted one wish, one good thing for eternity and she was sharing a bed with him.

She felt Douxie shift so she turned to face him.

“I can’t believe I slept with Douxie from Ash Dispersal Pattern” she joked.

Douxie laughed and lifted his head from the pillow. “Good for you love but you better leave before my girlfriend gets here” he said putting on a raspy voice.

“I’ll kill you” Y/n bitted Douxie’s bicep. “That’s an awful Ozzy by the way”

“I do what I can” he dropped back to the pillow, dragging himself to be closer to Y/n.

“What now?” She buried her hand in Douxie’s hair.

“We wait until you have to go or I’ll have to go to the battle of the bands” Douxie’s hand found a place in Y/n waist.

“No! The battle of the bands! I completely forgot” Y/n pinched the bridge of her nose “How do I still have a job is beyond me” Y/n sighed, her job was at the bottom of her list of priorities right now.

“Shh” Douxie pulled her closer “Let’s just lay here. Let’s wait for the end”

“Thank you” Y/n kissed Douxie's forehead.

“Why?” He whispered.

“For going along” Y/n closed her eyes.

“Til the end of eternity” Douxie kissed her cheek, closing his eyes.

Y/n laid there pretending to be in the woods of her childhood, back where her problems were less smothering, back when she could still dream to run away with the errand boy without hurting anybody. Now, she loved more people than the three she had back then. She couldn’t abandon the world without consequences. She had to fight and fighting was going to cost her ever more than last time.

Something turned in Y/n’s stomach.

“Did you feel that?” She sat up, starting to dress up.

“No, I was falling asleep” Douxie muttered.

Something had just happened that was going to change the balance in the world.

“I have to go” Y/n kissed Douxie.

“Should I go with you?” Douxie sat up once the urgency woke him up.

“No, be normal” she screamed from the living room as she looked for her bag.

Y/n moved her wrist making her staff appear in her hand. She took a deep breath and pointed the staff to the door, focussing to make a portal appear. Her staff shot a dark mass that quickly stabilized. Y/n sighed and crossed it, appearing in her house.

She wanted to shout, she hadn't used dark magic in years but the sense of darkness killed all her joy.

The house was a mess. Furniture thrown around everywhere, the tv was on on a random channel, all of the books where in the floor.

“Jim? Father?” Y/n screamed as she walked on top of a broken vase.

“Birdie! Have you found your mother?” Merlin walked out of the kitchen, unfazed by the mess.

“What happened?” Y/n clenched her staff.

“What had to happen” he walked forward with his hands behind his back “I talked to Jim”

“What did you tell him?” Y/n frowned, the feeling was growing stronger.

“I shared with him a vision I had while I rested” Merlin put a hand on Y/n’s shoulder “I saw a way to finally end this stalemate. To win this war, I must have a champion with a foot in both worlds”

“No” Y/n whispered, shaking her head. She looked up at her father with her eyes full of tear “You didn’t” she pushing his hand away.

“It’s his destiny” Merlin said like it would suffice.

“He is a child!” Y/n screamed “Sixteen. A baby”

“It’s the only way!”

“I don’t care!”

Y/n felt the atmosphere dropping, everything was heavy to be quickly lifted from her shoulders. She looked around, everything seemed similar except her father’s concerned face.

“You’re bleeding” he pointed to her face.

She lifted her hand to her nose and cleaned the blood from under it. She looked at it and looked back at her father.

“I don’t…” she couldn’t finish the phrase, a gigantic explosion in her mind interrupted her. She took her hands to her temples trying to quiet down the sound.

“The Eternal Night is here” Morgana’s voice proclaimed and everything was quiet once more.

Y/n looked up at her father, cleaning up the new blood coming out from her nose:

“She’s out”

Y/n heard the faucet turned on and ran up stairs ignoring the rest of blood in her hands and face.

“Jim” she screamed “Please! Let me find another way!” She screamed and kicked the door.

“Y/n Ambrosius do not interviene. It’s his choice” Merlin warned from the living room.

“Jim! Please!” She cried and knocked on the door until her knuckles bleeded.

Y/n sat by the door in silence as she heard the tub filled up. She screamed and kicked and knocked, he wasn’t coming out.

“I guess I’m staying until you come out” Y/n chuckled “He’s right. It’s your choice and I already told you the decision you make is the one I’ll be happy to fight for. I guess this still applies”

The faucet stopped.

Y/n stood up.

“I love you, Jim” She whispered to the door “I’ll see you on the other side”

Y/n walked down the stairs and sat on the floor looking at her father walking around the room.

“There really wasn’t any other way?” She asked one last time trying to kill her guilt. She already knew if it was in his father’s vision it was probably the only way.

“No” he shook his head.

She nodded. Lowering her head, waiting for Jim to come out. Y/n smiled when she noticed she had accidentally put on Douxie’s shirt.

“Jim” Toby screamed.

Y/n looked at the door. Claire and Toby had brought her mother and Stickler back in one piece.

“Where’s Jim?” Barbara screamed at the wizard that was playing with the tv.

“Finally becoming a true trollhunter” Merlin said.

“You never” Strickler stepped forward.

The house shook, making Barbara follow the sounds.

“Jim! “She screamed “are you in there?”

They screamed and kicked and knocked but Jim wouldn’t answer.

Y/n stood up and walked to her father, like a child who's afraid would do when she can’t tolerate the dark anymore. She pressed her forehead on his back, closing her eyes with force, trying to block out the screams and then the silence.

A/n: every time I see a cat is a religious experience.

I’m back with more!!! I think 4150 words is the longest I ever written in this series I honestly don’t know what happened but I’m happy with this chapter ☺️ sorry for the delay but THEY CUT MY POWER AGAIN FOR THREE DAYS dont get me started you’ll read my manifesto soon. Also my silly course is over friday 🙏🏻 if I pass it would mean extra credit so pray for me

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[haru-sagara]

Arms crossed, brows furrowed, the corner of his down-turned lips twitches ever so slightly. He's been standing there for quite some time. The other students touring Jabberwock's attractions make sure to keep away.

His gaze is fixed singularly on one of the large, sleeping Peekaboos.

It yawns in its sleep. Rolls over. He grumbles something under his breath.

[@alan-mido]

Man, what a day! It seems like his fliers finally worked. The park had been way busier than usual, which was a blessing and a curse this time... Towa was, like always, Towa, and Ren was, like always, Ren, so it was up to him to tour the groups around in a timely fashion. He is so, so glad the Capybus is capable of moving herself...

"One minute! I'll be right with ya!" He shouts to the group waiting in the entrance, ready to jet off again to go fix whatever minor flaws he saw during the last group's expenditure. But something interesting catches his eye and he stops in his tracks.

"Ah!" He shouts, and then, louder, "AAAH!"

Alan?! In Jabberwock?!

He trips over his own feet and crashes to the ground, groaning immediately after. He tries to wrack his brain for any reason that Alan may be visiting, though he can't think of any. It can't be about their bus deal; his middleman worked that all out ages ago. Could it be the new boat? No, no, Haru expended that with his own money. It's cheap, but it works! Though he does miss the Frostheim cruiser...

Could it be...?!

"Whatever Ren did, I'm sorry!" He exclaims, suddenly pushing himself up. And then, as if finally registering that Alan had spoken, said, "Come again?"

< @alan-mido >

[abbofff]

Meeting a pretty girl

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  I don't know at what point in the trip I fell asleep, but I was awakened by a loud war cry. Before I could recognize my surroundings, the van was hit on the passenger side, and we were spun around for several meters.

  When the van stopped spinning, I took off my seat belt and got out as best as I could.

  When I got to my feet, I realized I was in a forest at night and that 3 guys about 10 feet tall holding sledgehammers were in front of me.

  They wore rags and on their necks were necklaces with shark teeth.

  Now im sure im not hallucinating. The hot liquid running down my forehead was a sign of that.

  I felt an electrifying adrenaline rush through my entire body. My instinct told me to grab the hair clip that was clipped to the belt loop of my jeans.

  When I unclipted it and it was on my hand, it turned into a fucking sword.  

  It was a beautiful sword, the hilt matched the emerald green of the hair clip, “καταιγίδα” was engraved on its guard (and for some reason I knew it meant “tempest”), its edge seemed to be made of gold and on its fuller was a electrifying blue line. My hand fit perfectly on the handle of it.

  When I looked back at the monsters, they were already walking slowly towards me, fiddling with their weapons. I could feel their cold gaze of one eye analyzing mine.

    - Aaah, so that's why the smell was so strong, huh? Looks like uncle was right, guys.  - Said the tallest guy. 

  The other two let out cold laughter. 

  They started walking towards me with sick smiles on their faces. I have no fucking idea what's going on, but I wasn't going to let these three idiots beat me up.

  The storm was still raging and the rain was falling as I ran towards them with sword in hand. 

  The biggest one tried to hit me on my right with his sledgehammer, but I rolled to that side just before he could hit me. It took a second for the guy to the left of him to realize that I was now addressing him. Before he could do anything I sliced him in the knee with my sword, making him kneel in pain and I cut off his head. 

  The biggest one growled and tried to smash me with his weapon again while the other guy got behind me. There was no escape. So I grabbed the sword with all my strength and prepared to receive the blow with it.  

  The ground lit up blue when our weapons struck. His was left in pieces and mine was now glowing from the electricity that ran through it but it only lasted a second.

  His hand was cut off and now he was on the floor. The cyclops hunched over as he looked at his hand, and I saw a fleeting look of fear in his eye before it was replaced by fury.

  Before he could punch me, I moved quickly and stabbed him in the heart. He fell lifeless to the ground and now I was only missing one.

  I turned to look at him and he was already running towards me. I threw the tip of the sword with all my strength quickly and it landed on his eye.

  The last one of them kneel dead and fell on his stomach.

  I staggered to him and pulled my sword out of his head and cleaned its edge with the inner part of my elbow. As i was pulling out the sword out of my elbow, its edge dissappeared and on my hand now rested the little hair clip.

  Now all the adrenaline was running out and I felt the hot liquid pouring down from my forehead to my chin.

  Everything became blurry and my body felt very heavy. 

  I fell on my stomach and the last thing I saw was a pair of shoes heading towards me.

I woke up in what looked like an infirmary. I saw a nightstand with my hair clip on top and my backpack right below it on the floor.

  Then, I sat on the soft stretcher and noticed that there was a tanned blonde boy humming with his back turned. 

  - Percy? - I asked.

  The boy turned around surprised. He wore a orange t-shirt that said "Camp Half-Blood" around a picture of a pegasus. He looked a few years younger than me.

  - Who? No. I am Will Solace, son of Apollo and your doctor. What's your name? - He said with a kind smile.

  - Son of… who? -

  This must be a camp for really special kids.

  - Nobody gave you the talk yet, huh? Don't worry, it all will make sense by the end of the day. - He said with a smirk

  - What's your name? - He repeated.

  - I'm Ada Williams. Where are we? -

  - Long Island. This place is Camp Half-Blood, Argus brought you passed out in his arms last night. So, how are you feeling? I healed your cut and luckily it won't scar. -

  So the name of the mysterious driver was Argus. It sounded familiar, like if I had heard it a hundred times already.

  I touched my forehead where the wound was, and he was right, there was no sing of it. They must have a very good kit of creams and gauze.

  - I feel perfect. Thank you. - I thanked with a smile. 

  I turned my back on him to stand up and check if I hadn't lost anything from my backpack in the crash. I didn't have that many things to allow myself to lose.

  I grabbed my hair clip and put it in my pocket. Then, I opened my backpack and the first thing I found were the three necklaces of the monsters. I grabbed them and took them out of my backpack to look at them in detail. The teeth on them looked real.

  I turned around and the boy had his eyes open wide and his mouth slightly parted.

  - Oh sorry, do you need to discharge me first? - I asked.

  I feel fine but I don't know how things were around here.

  - N-no. Those are cyclops necklaces. You killed three of them? - He asked slowly, like he needed to convince himself.

  - Cyclops? Wait, you see this kind of thing too?- I asked.

  I knew that what had happened couldn't just be my imagination but I couldn't believe he wasn't treating me like if I was crazy.

 

  He was going to say something but we were interrupted by a knock on the door.

  Will sighed and opened the door.

  It was a dark skinned girl that was around my age. Her gray eyes held an attentive look and she had her dark hair in neat box braids.

When her eyes met mine, she stiffened up and looked at me as if she had seen a ghost.

  Will whispered something in her ear and she widened her eyes as she fixed her posture upright. She coughed softly and walked towards me with a determined step.

  She raised her right hand for me to shake, which I did after putting the necklaces in my backpack again.

  - Hi, I'm Annabeth Chase, daughter of Athena. Nice to meet you. - She introduced herself.

  I looked at Will over her shoulder. He gave me a "play along" look with a nod.

  I don't know what was up with the kids here presenting themselves as children of outdated gods. Maybe it was like one of those strange role play places.

  - Hi, Annabeth. My name is Ada Williams. Nice to meet you too. - I smiled.

  She nodded and let go of my hand.

  - Come on, I'll show you around camp and get you to your cabin. - Annabeth said.

  - Really? Thank you so much, I would really like that. - I said with a smile and she smirked at me.

  As we walked to the door, I looked at Will and smiled to him too.

  - Thank you for taking care of me, Will. I hope that I can return the favor some day. -

  - Don't worry, that's what I'm here for. Take care, Ada. - He said with a soft smile.

  I nodded and walked out of the big house alongside Annabeth.

-Ok, first things first. This is a place for half-bloods, children of humans and Greek gods. It's very hard to believe, I know. But Will told me that you already faced cyclopes, and I imagine that you must have had strange experiences before that, right? -

-You're not that far off. But come on, gods? You seem smarter than that. -

  I tried not to sound like a jerk but there had to be a more logical explanation that we lived in fucking ancient Greece

-Yup, Gods. And whether you like it or not, you are the kid of one of them. You wouldn't have been able to cross the barrier if you weren't. Don't worry, it does have its perks. Let me show you around. - She giggled.

  Annabeth showed me the strawberry fields that worked as a cover up to get money for the camp, the forge where the Hephestus kids worked, the armory, the pegasus stables (i tried to keep my cool but they were just so cool omg) and then she told me that we were going to go to the Hermes cabin so that I could leave my things and be more comfortable while seeing the other half of the camp.

-So Hermes is my dad? I'm the damn mailman's daughter? - I asked her with a very confused look. 

  Was that mom's type? Jesus. Ok well not exactly Jesus, but like, the guy was in fact son of the supreme god but still… you know what I mean.

  Annabeth let out a tremendous laugh.

-We don't know yet. Your father has to claim you for you to stay in his specific cabin, but until then, and because Hermes is the god of travelers, you are staying at his place. -

-Claim me? And when will that happen? -

  She bit her lip and her smile curled down.

-It depends on what you show about yourself and your dad's mood. Don't think much about it. This place it's pretty cool and you'll make a nice life here. It's not really important. - She said with a kind smile but she still has a glint of pity in her eyes.

-What? He was the one that decided that I had to come here and now there is a big chance he won't even recognize me? -

  I stopped on my track, and Annabeth did too. I hadn't even met my father but I had already decided that I didn't like him. He was an asshole.

  The clouds began to gather and turn black as the wind began to blow.

  Annabeth looked around and frowned thoughtfully.

-Well, if he told you to come here then he might claim you soon. You just have to wait. - she said soft and kindly

  She linked her arm with mine and gently pulled me forward.

-Come on, let's get you settled. - She proposed with a little smirk.

  I nodded and we continued on our way.

 

  As we walked towards our destination and made small talk, I saw the most beautiful, breathtaking girl I had ever seen.

  Funny how the sky suddenly cleared out.

  She was sitting on one of the stands in the arena while talking to other children. The girl seemed a little taller but she was way more muscular than me.

  She must be the same age that Annabeth and I, but her dark skin was filled with scars of different sizes all over. Her pretty dark brown eyes and thick lips were framed by beautiful noodle-like curls.

  She must be from Aphrodite's cabin, I thought.

  Suddenly, her eyes focused on me and all the wind came out of my lungs. I lowered my head and prayed my blush didn't show.

  After a few seconds, I accidentally bumped someone with my shoulder. Before I could say sorry, that person grabbed me by the collar of my shirt. It was the pretty girl. And she was close to my face.

  She is 5 cm taller than me at best, so I have to look up a little. Seeing her this close gave me a better look of her face. God, she is so gorgeous.

  She had faint scars all over her face. Mainly little cuts on her cheeks and chin.

  I unconsciously took a fleeting glance at her slightly chapped lips before looking back at her beautiful siren eyes.

  I swallowed my almost non-existent saliva. Now I can't breath and my legs feel like jelly.

  I imagine I'm a little flushed and looking with wide eyes.

  - Hey, knock it off, Clarisse. It's her first day, come on. - Annabeth scolded as she walked closer and pulled me away from the girl by my shoulder.

  Clarisse. A pretty name for a pretty girl.

  She let out her grip as she pushed me back roughly.

  Clarisse looked at me as if she was looking at a prey. She had a mocking smile. I recognized that expression. It was the carbon copy of every bully I ever faced.

  - Every new kid shows up here and they think they are special. Do you want attention around here, dummy? You better be ready for it when it comes. - She threatened.

  Then she pretended she was going to hit me. But I didn't flinch. Instead, I smiled at her. Then I looked at my feet, covering my mouth with one hand.

  She noticed and pushed me causing me to fall on my butt and making me burst out laughing.

  Now I felt many eyes on us. Also, two minions stood behind her watching carefully.

  - Oh I can't believe it. You're so beautiful it's like if a gymrat Regina George bought a beginner bully phrase book. - I said between laughs still on the ground.

  Clarisse was dumbfounded. She snapped out of her little trance a few seconds later while I was still laughing. She grabbed me by the collar of my shirt again and stood me on my feet like it was nothing. Now it was my turn to be dumbfounded.

  My laughter stopped because there was no air in my lungs now and I could feel the blush returning to my cheeks but I couldn't give in now.

  - Are you going to hit me in the face? Oh, it's going to be amazing. - I teased. 

  - You're dead, tough girl.- she said with a serious look

  - As you wish, pretty girl.- I responded smiling at her.

  Her furious gaze faltered for a moment but quickly recomposed herself. The sun illuminating her face showed the faint blush on her cheeks.

  She let go of me abruptly and I collided with Annabeth's front.

  She scoffed and walked off alongside her minions. 

    - You better sleep with one eye open tonight, Clarisse won't let you alone now. - Annabeth warned while shaking her head. 

  - I’ve lived through worse. - I responded as I removed the dirt from my clothes.

  - Come on, let's keep going before she comes back with her spear. - she giggled.

[trashyswitch]

Day 5: Boo!

Mario was admiring the mushroom kingdom, when something (or rather, someone) jumps out and scares him! And as soon as Mario's up, he's determined to get his revenge.

Sooooo late...Here's Day 5. Hope you enjoy!

Mario was walking through the Mushroom Kingdom, just taking in the world around him. The different sizes of the mushrooms somewhat overwhelmed his vision at points. The mushrooms were almost like the trees in Brooklyn. Most of the urban trees were smaller, mere sprouts. But the large mushrooms were like the huge trees in Prospect Park. It was super pretty, but it was also a little hard to comprehend at first. 

He walked past some little shrubs and bushes, noticing the large cliff sides on his left. The cliff sides looked primarily rocky, with a large amount of overgrown grassy tops of their own. Even the cliff sides were circular and rounded like mushrooms. He had never seen anything like this before. This made any sort of nature back home look all crusty. Or, as the people outside of Brooklyn would say, sketchy or dirty. 

Seeing a hill up ahead, Mario took a running start from several feet away. He started to sprint up the hill, knowing full well that he might run out of air by the end of the hill. He knew this well…and yet, he still felt confident that he could make it. Mario got halfway up the hill, and switched his running to a faster type of climbing. He made his way up the hill, determined to make it up despite the beginning of burning in his lungs. 

Finally, Mario reached the top of the hill and stood at the top, breathing heavily as he took in the view. He doubled over and leaned against his knees to help him take in breath faster and more effectively. When he felt recuperated enough, he straightened his back and looked at the beautiful view of the mushroom kingdom from up there. Turning himself around, he took in the 360-degree view of the kingdom. 

No words could describe just how awestruck he felt seeing this place. He lives here…He actually lives here…He lives in a beautiful place that most would be envious of. It still blew his mind. 

Taking in a big breath, Mario let out a long sigh with a small smile and started to walk himself down the hill. He had only gone 5 steps down when he heard something jump out of the bushes. 

“BOO!” 

“AAAH-” Mario lost his balance, yelling out an “OH MERDA-!” before flopping onto the ground. Naturally, gravity began to take over as he felt himself rolling down the steep hill. It seemed like the being that scared him, was sprinting after Mario as he rolled down the hill. Mario could feel himself getting dizzy and slightly motion sick. Finally, after what felt like 20 minutes, Mario’s body slowed to a stop at the bottom of the hill. Mario was laying on his stomach, groaning in pain. 

“Mario! Mario, are you okay?” The person asked. 

Mario slowly pulled himself up with a grunt, and got onto his feet. Adjusting his hat, Mario looked at who the culprit was: It was Toad…the same Toad that had come with them on the adventure to save Luigi and the Mushroom Kingdom. 

“Ow…Hi Toad…” Mario muttered. 

“Are you okay?” Toad asked, checking his hands and knees. 

Mario huffed slightly and dusted off his hands and face. “I’m fine. I’ll be fine.” 

“Okay, good…” Toad looked up at Mario with his beady little eyes. “Cause THAT WAS THE FUNNIEST FALL I’D EVER SEEN! HAHAHAHA!” Toad threw his head back with a fit of cackles, falling onto his butt in the process. 

Mario rolled his eyes and fixed his overall strap. “Har-dee-har-har…Very funny Toad…” Mario mumbled. 

“Are you kidding?! That wasn’t just funny, IT WAS HILARIOUS!” Toad bursted out in even more laughter. 

Mario scoffed. “Sooo hilarious…” He muttered. “Hold on, I need to laugh.” Mario held up his index finger and waited for something to come. But after a few seconds of nothing, Mario sighed. “Sorry, I can’t. I can’t laugh.” 

Toad’s laughter calmed down slightly. “What? You didn’t find it funny?” He asked. 

Mario sighed and smirked slightly. 

“Ooooh, so you DID find it funny! You just wanted to hide your laughter!” Toad argued as well. 

Mario placed his hands on his hips, eager to make him pay for the surprise attack. “Think you’re so smart, huh?” Mario asked as he started to walk up to Toad. 

Toad was still giggling, not yet fully comprehending the evil look on Mario’s face. This remained the same till about 20 seconds later, when Mario’s shadow covered up Toad’s. “HAHAhahaha! Hahaha- haha- Uhhh...” Toad widened his eyes and stared at Mario’s evil little look. “M…Mario?” 

It was only about 3 seconds later that a scream filled the mushroom-filled field. Surprisingly, the screams quickly fell into a fit of laughter, shocking anyone that may have been hanging out right around that area. The laughter overtook the place, filling the field with endless noise as a giggly toad could soon be seen wiggling around in Mario’s arms. 

“WAHAHAIT! MAHAHARIOHOHOHO STAHAHAHAP!” Toad screeched and laughed. 

“Stop? Stop what?” Mario asked him in a familiar, playful response. 

“YOHOHOHOU’RE TIHIHICKLIHING MEHEHEHEHEEEE!” Toad shrieked and laughed. 

Mario’s smirk only widened. “Tickling you?! Now why on earth would I be doing that?!” He asked, poking in his underarms. 

Toad squealed and clamped his arms shut. “eeEEEHEHEHEE!” He squeezed his eyes shut as his laughter grew more high-pitched and squeaky. 

“For a brave toad, you’re a lot more ticklish than I was expecting.” Mario told him. 

“SHUHUHUT UHUHUHUP!” Toad wiggled his feet and covered his eyes almost helplessly. 

“Poor Toady…” Mario stopped tickling him momentarily and walked around him. “I wonder what the Super Mario Brother shall do next…” He walked around his head, shading his head with his shadow. “What to do, what to do…” 

Toad squeaked and wiggled his feet slightly. Though it was hard to see Toad’s face from this angle, Mario could immediately tell the little guy was nervous. 

“Where to tickle…where to tickle…” Mario kept whispering somewhat loudly. “Hmmm…” He poked Toad’s mushroom top, earning him a jump in the process. “Nah.” Mario muttered. He walked to the right side, and brought his fingers closer. “How about…” When Toad whimpered a little bit, Mario brought his fingers away again. “Nah, that’s too easy.” Mario said. 

The plumber’s goal was to scare him a little bit before wrecking him. If he could keep up the anticipation long enough, the reward just might be worth it. 

Mario made his way around his lower right side. “Oh? What’s this?” Mario asked. Seeing an open opportunity, Mario lowered his fingers towards it…only to move away really quickly. “Naaah, not yet.” 

Toad let out an annoyed whimper. “Mahahario, come oooon!” He whined. 

Mario smirked. “What do you mean?!” He reacted. “Oh, I’m sorry. Did you really wanna be tickled that badly?” Mario asked. 

Toad squealed and rolled onto his stomach. “Nohohohohooo!” Toad whined. 

“But you seem so desperate!” Mario argued mischievously. “I might as well tickle you.” Mario knelt down beside him. “I mean, what else is there to do, right?”  “WAHAIT MARIO!” Toad pleaded, trying to push Mario away.

“Whaaaat?” Mario pulled Toad closer and wiggled his fingers at him. “What’s the matter, Toady?” Mario asked, moving his fingers ever so slightly closer. “Is someone scaaaaaared?” He teased. 

“Cohohohome ohohon, Mahario! Thihis is sohoho- EEEHEEEHEHEEK!” Toad threw his head back and cackled as his belly and ribs were fluttered and squeezed. Despite being smaller, Mario’s fingers were much more broad and muscular. Though this usually helped him when plumbing and climbing, this also immensely helped with tickling people. The amount of times he’s tickled his brother like this was astronomical. It could be in the triple digits by now! Let’s just say that being the older brother, Mario’s naturally amazing at tickling people. So tickling Toad? Just as easy as breathing. 

“Uh oh! Did I scare you again?” He poked his lowest rib. “My bad~” He teased, clearly not feeling bad. 

“LIHIHIHIARRR!” Toad shouted at him. . 

“Liar?!” Mario gasped, pausing his attack for only a second or two. “...Okay, well…maybe I am.” He admitted before going right back to tickling him. 

Toad squealed and rolled onto his belly to try and hide his ribs. And though this did provide him some relief, it didn’t save him forever. Mario’s fingers were just wormy enough to wiggle themselves past his arms and against his ribs all over again. Toad knew Mario was strong, but this was getting a little ridiculous. How strong can a short man be?! 

“Plehehehease stahahahap! Mahahario plehehehease!” Toad pleaded. 

Mario widened his eyes in slight fear and quickly stopped his fingers. Uh oh… “Are you okay?” Mario asked. Did he go too far? Are Mario’s fingers hurting him instead of tickling him? 

Toad took a few moments to breathe and dust himself off. His blue vest was covered in grass stains from all the wiggling he’d been doing. “Ihi’m…” Toad sighed. “I’m okay.” He replied.

“You sure?” Mario offered his hand. “I didn’t kill you, did I?” He asked. 

“No…No, you didn’t kill me.” Toad took his hand and used it to get up onto his little feet. “Besides…I deserved at least some of that.” He told him. 

Mario smiled awkwardly. “Mmm…Maybe a little…” Mario chuckled. “You did kinda scare me right as I was gonna run down the hill.” Mario reminded him. 

“Oho yeah! Hahaha!” Toad reacted. “How’s your head?” He asked with a giggle. “Still screwed on, I-” Mario paused his words when he noticed something missing from his head. “Huh?” Mario looked around. “Uh oh…” He looked further down the grass, confused. “Where is it?” 

“Looking for this?” Toad asked him, holding the bright red thing in his hand in front of him. 

Mario looked over to Toad and let out a sigh of relief. “Oh thank goodness…” He took the hat from Toad and put it onto his head. “Can never go anywhere without this thing.” He admitted. 

“Really?” He reacted. “Cause last I checked, it took a little bit for you to realize it was gone.” Toad added, poking his arm. 

“Hey!” Mario gently slapped his hand away. “That’s cause I was distracted.” Mario mentioned. 

“I could tell…” Toad reacted. 

“What can I say? You’re pretty fun to tickle.” Mario told him. 

Toad bursted out laughing. “Whahat?! Well, you’re pretty fun to steal from.” Toad told him, holding a bright red hat in his hand once again. Mario widened his eyes and felt his head. “What?” Mario groaned as he felt his brown hair. Sure enough, the hat was already missing from his head. “Stop that!” Mario took the hat back with a grunt and plopped it onto his head. 

“Nah, it’s too fun!”  Toad told him, jumping up past him. 

“WAH-” Mario felt his head tip forward. “What- HEY!” Mario held his head, before growling and taking off running again. “STOP TAKING MY HAT!” Mario shouted after him. 

“COME AND GET IT!” Toad yelled back. 

And so, a little chase began between the Toadstool and the plumber. 

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↳ an excerpt to ganda and pogi’s world.

zhanghao x fem reader 1.2k word count genre ୭ explicit

tags: dom!hao, filo gf, car sex, slight voyeurism, breeding, slapping (like once)

request? yes! by the one and only, 🎻!

part 2.

3 hours into the drive, you and hao still haven’t arrive to your destination.

“can you connect my phone, ganda?” hao asked as he drove, eyes focused on the road while you busied yourself with his phone, connecting it to the car.

at the stoplight, hao picks a playlist, setting a mood in the car as he drove. his fingers drummed on the steering wheel, humming and singing along to his picks.

an hour and a half later, a familiar melody plays.

Mukang tayo'y inabutan sa gitna ng daan

this makes you raise your brows as you typed on your phone, “odd song choice, pogi. akala ko you don’t like that song..” you muttered, listening to hao hum along.

kanang kamay sa pagitan ng hita, habang isa ay nagmamaneho 'di na kailangang biglang lumiko, ating igilid nang nakapreno

you could feel how hao’s hand that rested on your thigh kept inching upwards, squeezing your thigh ever so often as he drove.

you squirmed in your seat, growing wetter by the minute as hao kept groping your thigh, inching towards your clothed core.

hao eyed you, smirking slightly as you squirmed in his grasp, lips pursing to keep your whimpers inside.

he keeps driving ‘til he sees a run down gas station, lights in the area dimmed in the old city. he quickly unbuckles his and your seat belt, tapping your hip.

“lipat.” hao mutters.

this gets you going, you quickly get into the back, immediately slipping your panties off from beneath your skirt. how convenient nga naman.

hao’s mouth immediately waters as he slipped his own bottoms off, leaving them on the ground beside your soiled panties.

he sits lowly, making space for you as you sat on top of him, his cock sliding in between your folds as you grinded and kissed him.

hao moaned against your touch, hands squeezing the places where you knew that he liked while he helped you grind against him, your slick made it easier for hao to grind against you.

“mhmmm ganda, let me fuck you..” he said as he pulled away, kisses moving down to your jaw and towards your neck. you threw your head back, “that eager to fuck me, pogi?” you moaned as hao’s cockhead kept catching on your hole, nearly slipping in.

“sige na, ganda. i want you— aaah!” hao moaned when you rose your hips, one hand holding onto his cock as you sunk yourself downwards.

you pant, feeling him deep inside you. your walls pulsed around him, making hao feel weak.

his hands find their place on your waist, keeping you close as you bounced on top of him.

sa loob ng aking bmw sedan, fuck fuckin' saking bmw sedan

“bilisan mo pa, fuck..” hao grunted underneath you, his hands holding onto the sides of your hips whilst you planted your feet flat on the seats, bouncing harder and faster.

your hands press onto hao’s skin, his digging onto your hips as he chases yours. your forehead falls onto his shoulder, panting as you could feel deeper inside of you.

hao’s moans are quiet, they’re discrete, almost silent, while yours were loud, they were echoing in the car, threatening to spill out of the car.

your knees dug into the leather seats, slowly going on your knees for easier leverage.

“ugh fuck, jesus christ.. ganda, ang sikip sikip mo— fuck!” hao moaned, throwing his head back as you bounced even harder, ass slapping against his thighs, boobs bouncing against his chest, slowly filling the car with the smell of sex and sweat.

kahit anong pwesto kung saan ka kuntento, yung titig ko deretso lang sa 'yo habang binabayo

“ang laki mo haaaa..” you mewled, panting as hao thrusted upwards, your clit left forgotten.

he rolled his hips harder, then faster, creating a stable rhythm that made you cry against his shoulder.

“ano? talo ka na? ang hina hina mo naman, ganda. at least let me cum in you bago ka sumuko.” he degraded you, making you sob as his fingers crept up and pinched your nipples stimulating them.

sige magalit ka fuck me harder

you looked up from his shoulder, hand holding onto hao’s jaw as you leaned in, sharing a deep kiss where it was all teeth, tongue, and bites. hao kissed like an animal, he was going feral over you and your body like a predator hunting for food.

you nip at his lips, biting it enough to make hao wince and pull away.

his thrusts continue to be erratic, chasing for orgasms at the edge.

“sige, mag ingay ka lang. let me hear how a whore moans.” hao says, quickly slapping your cheek which makes you yelp.

your moans are continuous, like a perfect harmony that hao loves to hear no matter what time of day.

“dirty whore huh? yung nagpapakantot nalang kung saan? kung ilabas kaya kita, doon tayo sa hood— ugh fuck, sa hood kita kantutin, gusto mo din ‘yon?” hao grunted as he pounded into you with no remorse, simply listening to your moans that makes him grow harder inside of you.

“you look so pretty, ganda.. alam mo ba ‘yon? ang ganda ganda mo.” he mutters, placing kisses on your neck as you moaned as a reply.

“so fucking good, so fucking pretty, so fucking tight.. all. for. me.” hao emphasized his words by thrusting at every word, making you whine and scratch him as you slightly bounced on his cock.

“haaa fuck fuck! tangina hao!” you cried out loud.

“god, ang sarap.. holy fuck, wait wait ah!! hao ko!” you cried out even louder when hao precisely hits your g-spot, making you squirm on top of him.

“fuck ano ba, quit moving.” he curses, holding onto your hips tightly to stop you from moving,

“shit shit shit, ‘m gonna come!” you whined, shaking under hao’s touch as he rubs your clit when you spoke, his thrusts are even faster than earlier, eager to make you cum.

“cum all over me, ganda.” hao mutters before your orgasm explodes, immediately dripping out of you even if you clenched around hao’s dick tightly.

your clenching gets hao cursing as he fucks you harder, balls slapping against your ass while your ass slaps against his thighs.

“kung wala lang tayong lakad, i could fuck you here all day, kahit may mag-park pa sa tabi natin, i’ll fuck you for them to see.” he says before taking his entire length out, leaving the head only to slam and push it in one go, bottoming out once more before shooting ropes of cum inside of you, mixing with your release.

hao stayed situated inside of you when you spoke, “haaa… aalis pa ba tayo?” you weakly asked as you lied your head on hao’s shoulder, legs quivering below you.

“bakit? gusto mong dito nalang tayo so i can fuck you?” hao abruptly thrusted into you once more, making you moan his name.

while getting off of him on shaky legs, you quickly lied down beside him, spreading your legs for hao to see both yours and his cum dripping out of you.

“my god, al. you’re insane.” hao says before leaning down, kissing you hard as he grinded against you, slipping inside as if he didn’t just cum inside of you.

let’s just say hindi na kayo natuloy sa trip niyo and instead stayed in the area after a few rounds of car sex.

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A little horse scene out of my pHORSEuasion drafts

We have been talking about dressage and Haute École today, and I wanted to show a little scene I have in my drafts. It will appear in a flashback scene in much later chapters of pHORSEuasion, probably much reworked, but as it works well as a standalone vignette, here it is for your early viewing!

The year is 3010, the humans are between 15 and 19, and the horses are between 3 and 8.

The morning was bright and balmy, and Rowena had set out early to exert her young Kellynch before the heat would become unbearable. She led her to a pleasant round of grass in a clearing out of sight from the house, and spoke to her gently, pushing her hips or shoulders with a willow stick, then pulling her, calling her, and in turn rousing and calming her with her voice and precise gestures.

But Wylfric had allowed a rare day of recess to his disciples, and soon Éomer and Gárulf appeared riding abreast on their stallions, passing down the path on their way to the river. Rowena blushed and pretended not having seen them, but Kellynch turned to them, perked up, and refused to pay any more attention to her mistress.

‘Good morning Wena!’ called Éomer.

‘How is Kel doing?’ asked Gárulf.

‘She’s good, thank you. How are your boys?’

‘Wonderful! Don’t you want to join us to the river?’ said Gárulf.

'Oh, wait, let me show you what we've been working on!' cried Éomer.

With a gentle nudge of his heels, he lifted Fýrfot into a bouncy trot. When he reached the bend in the path, he turned him on his hips and started a calm, composed canter. After a few strides, he asked for a lead change, then another, then another. Fýrfot, his ears forwards, neck proud, tail flowing, linked the flying changes with ease and elegance. Éomer grinned as they passed prancing, the peculiarity of the allure teetering between ridicule and magnificence. Rowena gaped and leaned onto her grazing mare's shoulder.

Meanwhile, Gárulf sat back, and with precise aids roused Hasufel into a fairly good piaffe. He held him trotting in place, moving him further and further back onto his hind, until his front legs lifted off the ground and he balanced in a tentative levade.

Rowena, trying to keep herself from turning back to Éomer, echoed some of the encouragements she had heard her father give in lessons.

'Ooooh that's progress, he's so collected now! What a good boy, Hasufel! Can I give him a treat?'

Gárulf flustered and led Hasufel to Rowena as she took a few dice of apple from her reticule. Éomer, who had been going back and forth in passades on the path, pulled closer and started a pirouette. Rowena, aware that he was hoping for her to praise the manoeuvre, but hesitant to let him see her genuine admiration, bashfully smiled down at Hasufel's black muzzle and reached beyond the reins to scratch his neck.

Too busy ignoring Éomer through diligent caresses in Hasufel’s mane, Rowena realized too late how Gárulf was squirming in the saddle with pride and delight. She stepped back in disarray and scrambled to find an excuse to take both young men’s attention off her, and especially to avoid feeding Gárulf’s hopes.

A small bird was singing. Glad for the opening, she whipped her head around to squint at the crown of a tree nearby.

'Shhh! Boys! Quiet!'

Éomer, a little vexed, broke his pirouette.

'What?'

'Shhhh!'

All was silent for a moment.

'Ooooooh, I think… I think…'

She gestured to them to keep still. The bird tweeted again and flew into view, his bright yellow plumage striking against the blue sky. Rowena vibrated with excitement.

'It's a prothonotary warbler!' she hissed.

'A what?' said Éomer as Fýrfot pawed the ground.

'A prothonotary warbler. It's the species. It's rare!'

'Aaah, yes, protronatony warbler.' said Éomer. 'I remember well when I heard that word the first time.'

'Do you?' said Gárulf, impressed. 'When was that?'

'About ten seconds ago.'

The rolling of quick hooves was heard from up on the path, and Rowena's warbler flew. Fýrfot got himself out of the way just in time to avoid being taken down by Windfola flying like an arrow, spurred by Éowyn’s shrill war-cry. Folcred, kicking Adali, yelled and coughed in the cloud of dust raised by Windfola's hooves. He was desperately distanced.

'Éowyn, stop! Slow down!'

'The last one at the ford is a lazy donkey!' cried Éowyn as she fast disappeared beyond the trees down the path.

Éomer rose in his stirrups, hesitant between the thrill of attempting a courbette to eclipse Gárulf’s success, or the fun of at least taking part in the race, if he couldn't beat his sister. At last, he decided that fighting for praise would be fruitless for the time being. With a grunt of spite he turned Fýrfot around and sent him off at a furious gallop. Gárulf also pushed Hasufel on the path and gave him the reins, but he had not made a few strides before he looked back to Rowena and halted.

'Do you need a hand to get on?' he asked, panting, but perhaps not from the short run. His eyes were unmistakably hopeful.

'I can do bareback, but not bridleless! And Kellynch is still much too green for that kind of play.'

'Hm, you're right to be prudent, sorry. Do… do you mind if I walk you home?'

'Oh, Gárulf, you’re too kind, but do join the others. I would rather continue what we were doing, without stallions around.'

'Of course, yes. Well, goodbye then!'

He started again on a canter, as Éowyn's victory cry erupted from far down at the river. Rowena waved her mare back at a trot on the lunge circle. She smiled. Fýrfot's astonishing gaits were still bouncing on her mind.

@from-the-coffee-shop-in-edoras although you've seen it already, @torchwood-99 @emmanuellececchi @konartiste @dilettantefeminist @the-dolphin-is-dead

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Song Rec: Aerodynamic by Daft Punk

Isekai'd

Part 7: Bullets Whizzing By

Part 6

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Vash (Tristamp) X Reader

Warning! ⚠

⚠ cussing, all caps for screeching dialog, weapons and guns(pew pew),reader has an idea(its not a great one), gullet graze, blood ⚠

You woke up before the sun rose, going out to buy what you could find that was on your list.

Vash should be at the diner soon, so I have to hurry. You think and rush over to the first shop. Let's hope they sell in bulk.

"Fuck."

The suns had risen and when you arrived to the shops they were all closed.

I should have done this yesterday! You scowl and hear guns start firing off.

Now you were running to go on one of the rooftops to try and spot the blonde haired man while he was on the run.

"ITS TOO FUCKING EARLY FOR THIS!!", you shout.

.

Vash ran along building rooftops and pipes, bullets whizzing by, just barely missing him.

"AAAAH!", he yelped and then shouted as he jumped through a narrow space between buildings, spinning through the air as more people shot at him before landing on a roof.

He rolled and jumped off of it seconds after, making panicked sounds before yelling out again.

"Don't let him get away!", he heard Rosa yell.

Turning around after sprinting down some stairs, he sees someone and jumps over the hand rail as they start shooting. Running through a small hallway made by the buildings, he feels a short moment of peace before skidding to a stop when another person shows up at the end of it.

"Found him!", a man says and starts shooting.

"AAAH!", the humanoid typhoon jumps, dodging the bullets and starts running again.

He runs down an alleyway, jumping when at the ledge and screams when he realizes its pretty high. His foot hits an oil barrel when getting closer to the ground, effectively making him slip and fall back.

As he sits up, more people show to the right and start shooting, not even giving him a second to groan out in pain.

"WHAAHAHA!", he yelps jumping up as the bullets miss him, making his way over to hop off another ledge.

Landing on the space between stairs, he quickly runs down, turning at the corner to continue the descent.

"There he is!", a man says and aims at him.

Vash makes a few more panicked noises when they release another round of bullets just behind him.

At some point he gets enough distance, running on a bridge like structure.

Looking back, he doesn't notice the three figures with guns until facing forward, making him stop in place.

"Uh oh.", he says with a nervous smile, raising his hands up.

"We've got him.", someone says from behind.

"Huh?", he turns his head, seeing three more armed people running up.

He stays in place.

How am I gonna get out of this?

"Heads up!"

Looking over, he sees a rope being tossed at him by the female reporter.

He rushes forward and grabs the rope at the end of the noose. "Oh!"

Before any bullets could hit him the rope yanks him towards a building, making him have to run along the wall of it so he doesn't crash into it. More people shoot at him as he does so.

The rope pulls him up really high.

"AAAAAAHHH!", he screams before feeling himself start to fall.

And then he screams again.

"Ah!", its short, because a second later he lands on the two reporters.

The three let out a collective grunt in pain.

.

You watched as the town ran wild trying to get Vash from one of the highest rooftops.

Seeing this episode and all its angles was fun, but actually seeing it from the sidelines was a different story.

All that jumping and running has to be difficult.

Then you heard the scream of him being yanked up by the rope and decided to do your part to help.

I can't believe I'm doing this. You grumble a few curses as you go down some stairs, taking off your coat. Rem better show up after all of this shit 'cuz I'm gonna need her to explain all of her cryptic ass shit!

The heat comes back to bother you for a moment.

As you make it to the last step, you flip your coat inside out, the red lining from the inside now vissible.

Putting it back on and fixing it, you think over your life choices.

"I'm gonna get shot.", you say in a whine and put the hood over your head.

Then you start running down the alley way.

"Hey! I think I saw him!", someone yells.

Its only been a fucking second! You cry internally and keep running. Let's hope that Tomas is out now!

Turning down a corner, you see a small group of armed people, and one of them spots you.

Oh shit.

"There!", they yell and start shooting.

"Ah!", you yelp and jump out of their lone of fire, running the opposite way.

"FOLLOW HIM!"

Bad idea bad idea bad idea bad idea bad idea-!

You let out another scream when a bullet whizzes by your head.

REALLY BAD IDEAAAAA!!

Going into an alley way, you run between the buildings.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck!

As you run out of the alley, a bullet grazes your arm.

MOTHER FUCKER!

You wince but keep running.

After a while you stop, gasping for breath while hiding in the shadows. Taking off the coat, you check your wounded arm and hiss. Blood going down your arm, some of it staining the white side of your coat.

"Never again.", you sigh and get up, making your way back to the Inn, placing the coat over your shoulder.

"I hope he made it to the entrance."

There's a loud crash coming from somewhere to the right side of town.

"POWER IS JUSTICE! POWER IS TRUTH!"

You hear a voice coming from a loud speaker.

"THERE IS NO FUTURE FOR THE SNIVELING SLUG WHO CAN'T FIGHT! COME OUT VASH THE STAMPEDE, THE FURIOUS FIST OF THE NEBRASKA FAMILY CHALLENGE YOU TO A DUEL!"

"He made it.", you sigh, not bothering to turn around, feeling your legs ache from all the running. "I'll sit this one out and come back with my medic pack."

"COME OUT, COME OUT WHEREVER YOU ARE!", the old man says.

"Ugh.", you groan and face palm. "And then the psycho shows up right after!"

Why are there so many crazy people!?

As you made it to the Inn and entered your room, you checked your ammo and picked up your bag. Before stepping out, you heard an explosion.

Fuck.

Please send over some songs that you think would be great for this fic!

~Seline, the person.

Next: Part 8

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Feedee or Feeder: Bridget

This is two scenes with Bridget from Guilty Gear as a feedee or a feeder. Gender neutral reader.

Feedee Bridget

E-Easy as pie...! Ayayay... I'm so full... It's fine I can count on you to prepare my food without the stuff I dislike... Yeah, you know it! Bitter herbs and shiitake mushrooms, bleh... It's not like there is space for that between the sweets and the greasy food huh? It's no good, you're filling me on quite the unhealthy diet... Don't you worry about that, I love all of it. The food, the extra weight, the attention... You just have to accept you've made it hell for me to find cute clothes, meanie! Wait! No fair! You can't threaten me with giving me less food! I know you enjoy this at least as much as I do. And you can't deny it, I almost have the imprint of your hands on my belly by now. All right feed me more, I really want to make my wasted bounty hunting career worth every single pound.

Hmph! Wait! Too fast! My limit? I'm just getting started! You're too eager, my cuteness requires you to be more gentle and - UuurRrrp! Oh... That wasn't very professional of me... Not that there much professional left on display here, except professional eater. And professional cutie of course, you're right. Hmmm... I know you wanted me to keep the handcuff hula-hoop around my waist until my absolute limit... Well... It's now... Oh, I'm dizzy... It's too tight, help me remove it! Hmmm... Aha! Much better! Behold! Unleashed lard! Oh I look so much fatter without that pressing in... I know there's no way I'm ever putting it back on, you're making sure of that - umf! Right Now by schtuffing my fache even - ulp! More. You can wait between two sentences you know, I'm not going anywhere! Urp...

Slow, huh? Of course look at what a blimp you made me! I'm short too, so my BMI shot through the roof... And I'm definitely not burning calories and yo-yo tricks and moving... Don't tell me you think those clumsy weak fat hands are for holding anything more than junk food now! And my flabby legs are for jumping around, I'm not getting an inch off the ground. I'm not even getting off my butt most of the time anyways. Hmph! Woopsies! Oh yeah that was definitely my skirt... Appropriate that my butt ruined it when I was talking about it. It's okay don't bother trying to retrieve it now, no spelunking of my fat rolls until you're done feeding me. Going easy on me? Does it look like I can't take it? Keep the calories coming, I need more belly to cover any indecent parts, and to have more of the cutest thing around~

UuuUurrrRrpp!... Oof! How's this? Okay now I'm reeaaally getting stuffed... Which means... Time to get your hands on my gut. How yeah it's huge and soft and heavy? You bet, I only have the biggest and fattest belly around. So, happy to have engorged, fattened, plumped me this much? Reaching down for the skirt? Good luck digging it out, I'm not budging while you're all up on me, it's too good. Hehe, got you! Did I fluster you pushing your head in my belly fat? S-Stop! You're making me blush~ Ah, your hands feel so good yes! Knead my plump fat dough, I'm so stretched from the stuffing but there is too much blubber on top you can even barely feel it. And what I'm digesting now is gonna make me so much fatter than now, a poor little obese thing that is filling our couch.

Now now, help me get up! I want to lie down, and we're gonna have a way better time in the bedroom anyways. Haaa... Haaa... And I'm up, aha! Huff... Look what I can do! I can stand, I can waddle... Enjoying the show of my gut reaching my thighs? You better, it's not going anywhere. What? No, I'm not jumping, I'm already tired!... Fine, I wanna try too. And... Whao! What happened? I didn't leave the ground did I? But that noise the planks made... That was scary. I better go to the bed before I break something. Well, might break the bed soon given how I'm overfed like a piggy. Aaah, finally! I'm not the nimble thin cutie I used to be... Now I'm a ton more cute~ Well, not yet. You know what? That little walk freed some space in my stomach that requires a snack...

Feeder Bridget

Whoever you are, welcome to the show! Too slow! Whoop, caught ya! Too easy! Mind holding yourself right in my yo-yo string for a while? Let me give your face a good look. Oh, you're cute... But I'm way cuter. And also I don't have a bounty on my face, meanwhile you have, and I'm going to be the one who claims it. You're not going to resist if I unbind you? Yeah, would have guessed you'd try and be a pain in my butt. Guess it's time for plan B then. Or F, for Fattening. Oh yeah, I've tried it before, it's effective at pacifying baddies like you. Oh, I wouldn't? Don't underestimate the cute ones! You already did, that's why you're bound and on the floor, and you're the one of us that is going to be morbidly obese and all docile soon. How's that? Woo boy... I'm definitely going to prefer you with cheeks too puffed up to protest.

Of course I'm prepared for that, I gotta admit it's super fun. How about a treat? Take this! Here we go! The little candy I made you swallow is just gonna make you fat. How did I get that? Money can get you a lot. Looking plushier already. And it's just the beginning! My yo-yo string is starting to feel snug huh? Don't worry, you won't break it, it's pretty solid. Not soft, unlike what you're getting. What's this, getting tubby aren't you? Ripping? Oh, that's your clothes, still not my yo-yo. Let me check those legs... Yeah should be fine, those are soft and plump now~ Here's a bonus! I should have told you before, but the fat forms by reducing your muscles, so you're gonna feel extra weak. And you're gonna feel that because you'll be. As soft and weak as a plushie!

Here you go. Get going! You're free! Are you even trying? Just kidding of course. must be so hard to be obese and weak now. Aha, you're waddling already? Out of breath... Come on, you're not that fat. You're still squeezed in your clothes! Although that's not an outfit I'd be going outside with. Huh, you're kidding me? So not cute, I'm glad I made you ruin it with lard. Too bad there aren't any cute outfits that's going to fit you once I'm done fattening you up. You thought it was over? Not done yet~ The first candy did well, but I'm sure you're gonna try something, you're not fat enough! Want some more? No? Come on, you'll love this! Oh of course it's too much. I don't know the meaning of quit. And you just had not to act tough. Aren't you happy you're given attention and a new body?

Here it goes! You're growing again! Aww, it's already too late for escaping... How slow do you waddle? My casual walking outpaces you. Aaah, giving up, that's more like it. Or is it the lack of muscles in your legs now with the extra blubber to lug around? Oh you're so tired. You're done! Just as your clothes, geez. It's so indecent... Luckily you have a natural apron to hide your crotch huh? Might have to roll you in now. I hope they'll recognize you with your bounty poster, because that lard has made you quite the disguise. I guess we'll find out when we get there. What's that look? Embarrassed? I mean, you should be, you're a bloated fatty standing in the shreds of your former clothes, just for being caught for your bounty by the cutest bounty hunter there is.

There! Come here... Oh, you won't move now? How frustrating! What can I do... It's not my first bounty not cooperating after extreme obesity you know? And I know exactly what to do with a piggy your size. Aww, blushing? Read you like a book. You're enjoying this, all of this, right fatty? Come on, you like having a cutie like me groping you, teasing you? What a wonderful thing I did to engorge you like you're cattle, don't you think? I'll charge up your batteries for you to walk, a massage of your massive body will be enough huh? Let me press right there... Aww, what a cute burp. Good, I'm sure you're going to enjoy it. I might give you a treat too if you beg enough. And if that's not enough to make you follow me, I guess I'll have to drag you in with my yo-yo string around your neck like a leash. Are you ready? Because I sure am!