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newmayhem · 2 months ago

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Wardrobe & Styling: Risika PT2

As always, I’ll keep using original names if I’m talking specifically about the original iteration and in quotations and stuff, but I’ll be referring to everyone by their new names in all other situations.

So, uh, sorry for taking so long on this 😅 I didn't realize how many different outfit possibilities there would be!

While part 1 was an overview of her general fashion sense and style trajectory, this one will delve into Roksana's specific outfits. I'm going to kick things off with her ‘Meet’ outfit to set the tone and then skip back to go over the historical outfits before circling back around in part 3 (because I guess this is going to be a 3 parter now) to go over her modern-day outfits.

Also, the scenes with the asterisks are original scenes that I (potentially) want to add to my version.

Opening scene ‘meet’ outfit (NIGHT 2)

Black square-neck crop top that's got a fitted bodice and flowy sleeves that gather at the wrist

Wide leg high waisted black jeans

Chunky black leather platform combat boots with lots of buckles

No accessories except her silver garnet ring

Minimal makeup—just some eyeliner, brown eyeshadow, and dark red lips

She wears her hair loose and wavy

Since this is the first time we're seeing her, I wanted this to be a very typical outfit of hers, something she would just throw on and not think much about. Like in the OG, she's kind of meant to look like a ‘stereotypical’ vampire here, which I like because at the same time, she's telling us all the ways that vampires aren't actually the way that popular media portrays them. She even insists that she's only wearing all black because it suits her mood. I see this as representative of how she's constantly trying to convince herself that she's not really like a vampire even as she's behaving in ways that are very vampiric. At this point, she's denying her own lived experience in favor of an ideal.

I wanted her to wear all black with little to no accessories here because right now she's still a mystery to us, she's only giving us broad strokes, no real details for us to latch onto.

I also wanted there to be some interplay between fitted/structured and sheer/opaque to reference her internal contradictions (her desire for freedom vs her need for comfort) and the slight mismatch between what she tells us and what we're seeing.

Veracruz

I'm still not qualified to speak on working class women's fashion in early 18th century Mexico, but I think Remedios needs a ‘meet’ outfit as well so I'm just going to make my best guess and update once I get more information.

This scene doesn't exist in ITFOTN, so I'm referencing Chapter 19 of DSTF, in which Rachel goes with her dad to look for her mother's family members.

She's in a city she's never been to before and expecting to meet relatives whom she's never met before, so she's wearing her best clothes (but not so nice as to draw unwanted attention) along with her mother's rebozo.

Her skirt is a solid dark red orange, kind of a rust color, and her bodice is matching. She's wearing very practical shoes because she's traveling, but she made extra effort to clean them and keep them clean during the journey.

She’s wearing her hair in a single neat french braid, with maybe a bit of volume at the crown (which is how I imagine a more practical working class interpretation of the tall hairstyle that was popular for western women in the 1690s would look like), tied off with a blue ribbon (to match the rebozo) and with the tail draped over her shoulder (as opposed to hanging down her back).

I want her dressed in warm earthy and reddish colors here as a reference to her human-ness and to hint at her subconscious recognition of/connection to her fire/witch heritage. That said, I wanted the rebozo (that belonged to her mother) to be blue so that it would stand out from her other clothing items and also to symbolize a touch of the supernatural.

I also imagine that most of the clothes she owned were her mother's old clothes (and because of the ~20-year trend cycle, they wouldn't have even had to be altered all that much to fit the current fashion).

First feeding

So this is actually going to be what she's wearing after her first feeding when Ather takes her through New Mayhem. I imagine Ather taking Roksana to her first feeding still in her night dress because she knows it has the potential to get messy.

Ather has her servants dress Roksana up in some of her old clothes. These clothes are much finer than anything Roksana’s worn up until then.

The dress Ather chooses for her is a mantua gown (which was fashionable in the 1690s going into the 1700s) made of black silk with some silver embroidered details. She also wears a pair of very impractical heeled shoes that match the gown perfectly. Even though it's a beautiful dress, it looks awkward on her because Ather is a little bit taller than her and not as curvy, so the fit is weird.

Ather is not so keen on lending out her jewels, though, so no jewelry for Roksana this time around.

The servants combed out her hair and put it up in a half updo with some face framing curls.

I chose this because it's so different from what she would've been wearing as a human. It's luxurious, fashionable, and more expensive than anything she ever could've afforded in her entire mortal lifetime. The color black symbolizes vampirism (kind of playing on her Meet outfit) and back in the day (around this time period, maybe a little earlier), it was the color of the Spanish royal court, so it also implies that she's now part of vampire royalty (as a member of one of the most powerful bloodlines). And the silver embroidery is to represent, well, Silver. The awkward fit, of course, shows that she's not at all comfortable with her new role. She's probably stumbling over her own feet because the shoes are so impractical and she hasn't gotten the hang of controlling her new vampire physicality yet (unlike her meet outfit, where she's also wearing impractical shoes but by now she can move in them just fine).

As for Ather's intentions, it's noted in the canon that she relies on the strength and reputation of her fledglings to protect herself, so of course, this is going to come through in this outfit that she's showing her newest fledgling off in. She'd want to present Roksana as an extension of herself, so she wants Roksana to be fashionable and dressed in a way that shows off her (Ather's) power and status but she's not actually fully invested (hence, no jewels), which reflects how she was as a blood mother.

Debut party*

So this is an entirely original scene that I wanted to add so we could see Roksana interacting more with the vampire world before she goes rogue. The setup is that Ather wants to throw a party to show off her new fledgling and get everyone’s mind off of how Malvada has just burned to the ground (but mostly, she just wants to have a party).

I'm setting this a few days to a week after Roksana was changed. By this point, the newness has worn off a bit and Ather's more interested in the party than she is in Roksana, so she just allows Roksana to choose whatever for herself from among her old dresses. Roksana chooses a dark red gown with gold embroidery. It has a long bodice, full skirt, an off the shoulder neckline, and long sleeves that puff out close to the wrist—a style that was popular in the ~1660s Spanish Baroque era. And she's wearing matching gold slippers. Ather also lets Roksana have a pair of rather simple gold earrings and a matching gold pendant necklace that she wouldn't mind losing.

She's wearing a little more makeup—rouge on her cheeks and lips, some kohl lining her eyes.

Her hair is worn loose, in her natural waves, maybe with some red ribbons on the sides of her head (which also seemed to be a popular Spanish Baroque style).

I chose these colors because obviously, the red is for blood, but I also wanted her to shimmer and glow in the candle light, alluding to her connection to the Tlahuilli (Light) line. The gold embroidery details also symbolizes how the opulence of the new world she's in is starting to infect her.

These clothes fit her better this time around (because Ather's servants had time to tailor them), which is supposed to represent how disturbingly well she seems to fit in with vampire society.

The style of the dress and her hair is a little outdated to show that even early on, Roksana still wants to hold onto the past/something more familiar (I'm not sure if the timeline works out, but maybe the dress was a similar style to the fancier dresses her mom left behind).

I wanted Roksana to be the one to dress herself here because I wanted to put her in a weird position where she's tempted by all the opulence around her and at this point, she's willingly trying it on rather than having it forced upon her. I wanted to see her deal with the guilt of not rejecting this stuff outright the way she imagines her brother would've. The intention is that in this scene she becomes disgusted with herself and how easily she fell into all this decadence, which is what causes her to run away.

Roksana on the run*

So like I said above, in my version, Roksana runs away from Ather during her debut party (Ather's not all that invested, so she doesn't even realize the girl's gone until a few days later). She runs away still dressed in her party outfit, which is not only not very practical for life on the run, but she also doesn't like how it reminds her of how she seemed to enjoy all the vampire luxury she experienced, so she gets rid of it the first chance she can. Being from a working/lower class family though, she wasn't going to just dump it and let it go to waste.

I'm thinking she comes across a home where there's laundry hung out to dry and some livestock. By that time, Roksana's probably hungry, so she drinks from one of the large animals, steals some clothes from the line (without much care for what they were or how they fit), and then leaves the dress behind as ‘payment��, keeping the jewels on her just in case.

She probably keeps these stolen clothes for a while (since vampires probably don't sweat or secrete oils) and trades them whenever she comes across something more fitting.

I think out of habit, she probably wears women's clothes for a while, but then switches to men's clothes not too long after both for mobility and because she didn't want to be seen as a target for being a woman traveling in the wilderness alone. Her switch to men's clothes could also indicate that she doesn't intend to return to human society any time soon (I'm not sure about what the norms were for gendered clothing in that time and place specifically, but I'm thinking that it would at least attract more attention than she'd be comfortable with).

Roksana returns home

So I have two different ideas of how I want this scene to go and I would style her differently depending on which one I go with.

In the canon, when she comes back home to check on her family, she's wearing men’s clothes because getting around in skirts was annoying and her hair is a mess because she hasn't bothered to maintain it, which probably speaks to her distressed and hopeless state of mind at the time. I think this sort of unkemptness also signals that she didn't have any intention of interacting with or being seen by her family and she just wanted to torture herself by watching them move on without her. I think this is a really compelling angle and if I'm sticking with it, I'll keep her in men's clothes and messy hair. The clothes, she probably would've stolen from a clothesline (at this point, she's not even willing to feed regularly so I don't think she'd have it in her to steal from her meals) so they wouldn't be the type of thing she'd pick out based on style, but I do think she'd try to alter them to fit her better since the whole reason for wearing them instead of women's clothes was for mobility (and in my headcanon, she and her sister did some work mending clothes on the side to help support the family). In contrast to how messy her hair is, I think she'd actually take pretty good care of her clothes because she wouldn't want to have to go through the trouble of stealing new ones all the time.

The second idea is to change it so that she's in denial about her vampirism and she actually does return home with the intention of going back to her human life (which is kinda tragic in its own way). If I go with this one, I would have her wearing the same type of clothes that she used to wear when she was human, styling her hair the same way she used to style it, and I would even have her putting on some makeup so that her complexion isn't dull as death and she can mimic that lively human glow.

First fight with Andros

So in my version, I thought it would make more sense to have this interaction happen after the whole stepmother thing. idk, the order of those two scenes in the og text never really made sense to me, but that's a discussion for a different post.

I'm not sure why, but I kind of pictured her wearing a green dress here. Like she's camouflaged in the trees that she's hanging out on. If I do decide to go with putting her in menswear in the stepmother scene, I think having her wear a dress here might be a good way to show that in addition to begrudgingly accepting the fact that she needs to feed on people regularly in order to survive, she's also getting used to being a vampire and having vampire powers/vampire physicality that make it much easier for her to get around regardless of what she's wearing. I think it would also show that she's becoming more of a hunter (rather than a scavenger) because a reason for why she would wear women's clothes would be to blend in with humans so she can better hunt them (or maybe even, in contrast to one of her motives for initially switching to men’s clothing, she's using it to lure in men who would intend to harm a lone woman, which would fit in with the canon that at this point she's cool with eating people as long as they're bad people). And then it also raises the question of where she got this dress—did she steal it off of one of her victims? Let's make it a nice fancy dress (like this one but green) because I like to think of her eating the rich!

As for her hair, I want it to be big! It wouldn't be unkempt like the last time we saw her, but it also wouldn't be necessarily styled or neatly contained in a french braid like it was when she was human.

She wears shoes whenever she has to go into town, but otherwise, she prefers to go barefoot.

It's like being away from human society has allowed her/forced her to connect more with nature and with the earth, which isn't exactly a bad thing for her.

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So that's it for now! Hopefully the next post doesn't take as long!

#In the Forests of the Night #amelia atwater rhodes #Nyeusigrube #Den of Shadows #Rachel Weatere #Risika #Roksana #characters #wardrobe #Remedios

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thaoeatworld · 8 months ago

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A Safe Place

TW/CW: Transphobia, Racism

As a child, my favourite book series was Lemony Snicket's "A Series of Unfortunate Events." Across 13 books and a small collection of extra material, including a pseudo autobiography, Lemony Snicket (or Daniel Handler) detailed the struggles and triumphs of three, hyper-intelligent, orphans, trying to navigate a wicked world. As they end up in rather compromising situations, the children hold onto the hope that they will find, as Handler writes, "the last safe place".

This so called "safe place" was collectively imagined by the children as a santuary nestled away in nature, away from all the injustice and morally corrupt people they've been encountering. There, they would be at peace and protected. However, as they reach this location, they realise by ignoring the treacheries of the world, they would be also trapped. They would be forced to passify their interest in bettering th world and to accept falsehoods as fact. In the end, they acknowledge that nothing can be simply packed into neat boxes -- things are more complex than they appear is the take away.

For a series I started reading in elementary school, and occasional revisit as an adult, I now recognise that these were some intense themes I was dealing with. I bring them up now, because I find myself accidentally in a similar idealistic thought bubble when it comes to "safety". To some extent, like Violet, Klaus, and Sunny -- I flattened the realities of the world we're living in into binaries of "safe" and "not safe". And in doing so, I left myself in quite a vulnerable position and I suppose this essay is how I am processing it.

It's been almost 8 years since I've come out as non-binary. It happened in a quite cliche way as I often joke -- with a mental breakdown and shaving all my hair off during my year abroad. With a buzzcut, I struggled a lot with my image and understanding of self. I realised I hid a lot of my frustrations and confusions about performing womanhood, woman-ness, and everything in between behind my long hair.

Growing up, both my parents were very militant in this way about femininity. My mother's insights felt more like a typical assertion of either my sister or I being in her image. I also think, as I grow older, it had a lot to do with her experience under the Khmer Rouge regime where they cut all her hair cut as an attempt of standardisation under communism plus a detterent for lice. Either way, long hair, specifically on me, meant a lot to my mother.

On the otherhand, it meant a lot to my father as well -- though in a more annoyingly patriarchal sense. Some gems he said to me a sa child, which now I realise were a part of my gender unraveling of sorts, include: "You're a girl, you need to have pretty long hair." "You're a princess, you can't be anything else." "You can't skate because you'll mess up your legs and men won't like that." What a guy.

One of my cousins was equally as culpable in my gender-unraveling. She used to bully me, my sister, and my other cousin using nicknames meant to harm us. She used to call me "boy" because she felt that I wasn't "girl" enough. Simplistic, enough. Straight to the point. I was definitively not-girl.

Regardless, and expectedly, I resented all of that. It took me 12 years of being out of the closet (knew I was a little fruity at 10 years old, but who wouldn't be after doing so much theatre and being around so many virbrant human beings?) and a handful of gender studies courses to realise I was, well, a bit different. I had my "moment". I shaved off all my hair, focused on performing adrogyny, and updated all my social media account bits where you could add pronouns. I had a very underwhelming conversation with my family members, who still occasionally misgender me to this day. I embraced my perpetual struggle with gender quite openly.

Throughout my graduate studies, I met many wonderful queer people who nourished and celebrated the essence of me that I was still figuring it out. I am grateful for that. However, this journey was not without issues. Upon moving to Italy I faced an impossible struggle with a gendered language and way of life. I found solice in queer-coded spaces like roller derby and rollerskating. Somewhere along that assimilation into my "Italian" layer of myself, I stopped being andrognyous. I stopped thinking that I had to care, because people were already getting EVERYTHING wrong about me because I wasn't fluent in Italian. My appearance of being brown and a migrant (who sucked at Italian) superceded my priority to be acknowledged and identified by my queerness. It was just another confusing layer for most people who weren't that close to me anyway.

It's not to say I have no friends in Italy, because that is factually untrue. It is simply to say that I acknowledge that in the midst of my actual combatative moments of racism, ableism, and arguable emotional trauma from certain authority figures, that I was not experiencing myself, and therefore my gender, in full. I was a shell of a person. I often reflect on this in relation to my romantic break-up with my ex. I think "Well do I blame him? I was a shell of a person during my PhD so why would I want to stay together while he turns into a shell?" Perhaps that just something I tell myself to sleep at night, but to be clear: I am very happy and I wish him all the best in his personal journey.

Anyways, when I received my first academic position, I decided I was going to re-assert my claim towards my gender. I openly explained I was non-binary, to everyone. I was not going to be supressed by the social structures around me, and quite frankly I think the Netherlands was quite supportive of that (or so I thought). In my eyes, I was reclaiming control of myself, after years of well, not being myself.

So far so good I thought. Nothing egregious happened. Somehow I was expecting people to be very actively transphobic, I mean transphobes are EVERYWHERE. What transpired next, is a bit more slow burn, and harmful in its own minute ways.

In class and to my peers I always emphasise that I don't "keep score" for misgendering. I don't. However what I curiously noticed is that by being open about being non-binary, there was a shift in "carefulness" and emotional labour. More times than not, I ended up consoling people for misgendering me, despite me being very open that it was a joint learning process. I had more people looking at me for validation that I personally judged them to not be a shitty person. I had to tiptoe around conversations about LGBTQ+ and "gender stuff" because everyone's eyes were bulging in my direction whenever it came up. In some way, it felt like they were trying to gauge "how far" I am on the radical-queer-human-political-spectrum. Um yeah, okay, we're all a monolith I guess.

As a lecturer it's very public-facing and intimate. My whole job is being on display for students to stare at, contest, and pick at. I am the first point of contact when they're pissed at course work, methods, or anything relating to their learning. I'm not afraid of this -- of course. As a performer in cabaret, drag, and an avid science communicator. I'm used to being in the spotlight. Also, as someone who has fought very ruthlessly to escape my marginalising contexts, I'm used to it. However, this does not mean I'm fully equipped to handle every situation nor be capable of enduring long spans of pain and suffering.

And yet here we are. I have recently come to face with situations which have caused me to critically reflect on, and genuinely feel pain about the dual responsibility that comes with being out, and open, as "the queer lecturer". Much of the criticism from the "far right" (whatever that could mean) is that we're in an age where "everyone is queer". This always makes me laugh, naturally. We have always existed. LBGTQ+ people have always existed! We were just actively ignored, oppressed, and murdered throughout history. Do you know how terrible that is? Imagine having the capacity to just acknowledge that you have the opportunity to exist without thread of being senselessly harmed, outright murdered, or a focal point of distress and shame for loved ones. Imagine being able to just be, without having your guard up. Imagine. Imagine the toll this has on LGBTQ+ people every second. I'm not here to fetishise my own sadness nor other LGBTQ+ people. I'm just here to ruminate a bit on the weight which many of us, carry internally.

I feel that one of my responsibilities is to be an example to my students, but also a resource for those who relate to me and my identities. I am a safe place for people like me. That's so much work isn't it? Not only am I bound to be a good educator, I'm also entangled in the micro-politics of being a "good" person to so many kinds of people. I'm a "box-checker" for crying out loud. I'm first generation American and university student. I'm brown. I'm queer. I'm disabled. I'm an immigrant. I'm from a working class background. My parents are refugees. I'm probably some sick "progressives" wet dream. These are the pains I carry, histories which shape the very foundation with how I see, engage with, and experience the world. It's so much.

It's impossible to please everyone. I know that. I'm sure everyone knows that to some degree. But all I wish, genuinely, as I lay here very sick with the weight of the stress I am feeling on my entire being that I could stop apologising to everyone for being human. Even when I am physically sick from stress and pressure, it is impossible for me to tear myself away from "work". This just links back to my reflections on burning out doesn't it. Have I begun to burn out again? Is this the initiation of another unraveling? The GENDER edition?

I'm not sure. I hope not. Because I learned nothing before, so what can I learn this go around? Pedro in his attempts to console me these last few days remarked "I'm sure you'll learn something at the end of this." Will I? Will I learn to be "stronger" perhaps? Why must I be hard when I am so effortlessly soft? I enjoy my tenderness within the world, it allows me make such meaningful connections with ideas, people, and things.

In this moment of concern I wanted to shave my hair again. My mom always told me that in Khmer culture, we shave our heads when there has been a great pain. People often do it as a part of funeral rites, for close family members. I watched my aunts, uncles, and cousins shave their heads when my grandpa passed away. When my mom went through a fissure in her relationship with a sibling, she shaved her head. It is how I guess, "my people" and I mourn and grieve. If I shave my head, will people stop misgendering me? If I shave my head will my students see me as a "stronger" resource or "safe place"? These are some of the thoughts that rattled my brain. I haven't cut my hair yet, but I'm still thinking about it.

#blog #genderqueer #nonbinary #lgbtqia #lgbtq community #academia

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des1gnersadness · 3 years ago

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Fill me up - Bubba Sawyer/Leatherface x male!reader smut

gif is not mine!

summary; sequel to cut fuck me up smut — I recommend reading that first as it’ll give you context as to why you’re returning the favor for Bubba. Two days after Bubba gave you head — you can’t take waiting any longer.

disclaimers; dom!reader, sub!bubba, use of good boy, reader has male privates but no use of he/him pronouns really, reader is very horny, bubba is kinda confused but he’s got the spirit, normal tcm stuff, reader gives Bubba head, reader fucks the life out of Bubba, smut — I’ll add more if I need too — all this is unedited lmao

It had been two days.

And that was two days too long.

Every second — every minute — every hour — you longed to touch Bubba again.

Sure, you saw him everyday but now that you knew how sweet his mouth felt on you — you wondered if…other parts of his body would also feel sweet.

A certain part in particular.

“Pass the sausages please.”

Nubbins voice brought you out of your haze and you did as he said — oh yeah, you forgot you were at the dinner table with the rest of the Sawyer bunch. Bubba was running around, wearing his prettiest mask as he placed down bread rolls, more beer, along with more meat onto the table.

He fed grandpa as always yet this time as you stared — you couldn’t help but look at how eager Bubba was to make sure grandpa got his food — you wondered if he was eager for another type of meat too.

Clearing your throat, you downed the rest of your beer, not caring how bitter and warm it tasted — you needed something to clear your head of these thoughts. You didn’t want to get too into your fantasy and get a boner in front of people that didn’t need to see it.

Your dick was meant for Bubba and Bubba only.

The taste of human flesh made you think of something that was maybe a little too far in your sense of kinky-ness.

You wondered what would happen if you bit Bubba — what his sweat would taste like, the dried blood on some of his skin.

How would his blood taste?

Oh god — you needed him now.

What brought you back into reality was the feeling of the aluminum can digging into your palm. You had been crushing it to stop the blood from going to…other places.

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Although Drayton had a clear problem about you and Bubbas relationship — the two of you had a shared room.

That included a shared bed.

Bubba was getting ready for bed at his vanity — he was wiping the makeup off his mask as best and as gently as he could but there was already dried, old lipstick and eyeshadow on it.

You watched as you sat up against the wooden headboard — you wore a tank top and boxers as sleeping next to Bubba was like sleeping next to a heater turned all the way up — you smiled when he babbled something to you, it was to close your eyes so he could change his mask.

So you placed your hands over your eyes as you breathed out a happy “okay” — you heard him place the woman mask aside and put on his man one on, the one he usually always wore. He babbled to you and you took your hands off your face and looked at him.

Even though you’ve never seen his face — you just knew he was handsome, but the mask thing was normal to you at this point. He got into the bed next to you before cuddling into your side. With how big he was, it surprised you when he always wanted to be little spoon.

He looked up at you and suddenly you felt it.

You wanted him.

You were feral for him.

“Bubba.” You said and he hummed in response. “You know how we — uhm — did that little thing two days ago?” You asked and you just knew he blushed. He nodded. “Well, I was thinking we could…go further this time — I said I would help you out next time and I don’t think I can wait any longer to feel you on my….on my fucking dick.” You paused.

“I wanna fuck you senseless Bubba.”

Your lover sat up and looked at you — you could tell he had a confused expression on his face.

This was very new to him.

See, with the little — thing — you two did two days ago, Bubba was a little more familiar with that, it was like when he would touch himself but to another person.

He’s only ever known that a man and a woman could — fuck each other. How would it work with two men?

Looking at Bubba, you couldn’t help but feel yourself getting more…awake.

“If…if you want to let me um…take care of you — I’d be more than willing to..” You quickly said and he babbled something while nodding — of course he’d let you do anything to him, he loved you and you loved him — maybe even more than he loved you.

You sat up and stared at him, shit, how were you going to do this without hurting him or making the other Sawyers aware of what you two were doing. “Bubba, what I’m gonna need you to do is get on your back — but you’ll need to be quiet, okay?”

He nodded and did as you said — you were gonna return the favor of a blowjob of course. Now, it was no secret to you that Bubba was big — both in length and girth — hell, he was bigger than you. You spread his legs and kneeled in between them — you could tell he was getting very excited just by your position.

Now, without warning, you slid down his underwear and his erection popped out — slapping against his belly — he hissed as the cool air hit him. You shushed him slightly before licking your lips — you were fully erect now but you would last longer than Bubba did.

Painstakingly slow — you wrapped one of your hands around his shaft before you slid the pre cum from his mushroom tip all over his dick — he whined from the sensation before he bit his lip.

You grinned.

This was going to be very fun.

Licking a strip of saliva up his length — you enveloped him in your mouth before going down as far as you could, barely touching his pubes — before you went back up.

You went with a slow motion — having fun torturing the man under you. Pulling off with a pop, a string of spit connected to your lips to his dick made Bubba gulp before whimpering.

“Turn around for me.” You ordered as you got up — voice even and controlling — Bubba obeyed and laid on his belly, hissing and moving slightly to give friction to his throbbing cock. “Don’t move, I’m taking care of you aren’t I?” He nodded at your words.

Pushing his legs up slightly, you could see everything from this angle — you had pre cum leaking through underwear.

You pulled them down and felt the cold air hit your cock — it was leaking with so much pre cum that you were sure you wouldn’t need to get any lube if you ever went into town.

But, you were gonna prep him first — knowing that this was knew for him.

You licked you pointer and middle finger before you spoke to him, “Relax for me Bubba — not too much, wouldn’t want you coming without my say so.” He whimpered in response and you shushed him — you teased his hole before sliding both fingers in.

Bubba moaned — loudly — muffling himself with the pillow. You pumped your fingers in and out of him and you smiled at his whines and cries of both pain and pleasure.

“Getting you ready to take my cock, okay Bub?”

He nodded frantically at your words before you pulled your fingers out. He cried at the loss of fullness — pumping yourself a few times, you coated your cock with your pre cum and spit before you teased him.

Sliding the tip of your dick around his hole made him arch and push himself back into you. “Ah ah — relax.” You quickly said making him whine.

After a few seconds of teasing him — you pushed yourself into him and he wailed. Pushing his face back into the pillow you scolded, “The fuck did I just tell you? You’re gonna stay quiet, like a good boy — okay?” He nodded before pushing himself back into you.

He moaned into the pillow — his hands holding it to his face with an iron grip. You had your hands gripping his hips as you pushed in and out of him — you enjoyed watching your cock disappear in and out of him. “So good for me — taking my cock.” You muttered.

A sheen of sweat was apparent on both of your bodies that you felt your mouth watering at the sight of Bubbas body — you pumped faster.

Out

“Fuck..!” You hissed — you felt yourself coming undone and Bubba knew it too, he pushed himself against you — the sound of smacking skin and heavy breathing the only thing you could hear.

Your grip on his hips tightened and that’s when Bubbas legs began to shake — he cried out like a wild animal into the pillow as he came on the sheets — he whined. “Oh fuck me…” You mumbled.

You picked up the pace and soon enough — you were coming inside of Bubba. You choked down a moan as you pulled out of him — very slowly, you watched as your seed spilled out of his hole.

You grinned — your dream finally being fulfilled.

Collapsing down next to him — you looked at him — Bubba cuddled into your side and you couldn’t help but kiss his shoulder — the taste of his sweat on your lips which you happily licked off.

You sighed.

“We should do that more often.”

#smut #this is for you anon #x reader #slashers #leatherface #70s #the texas chainsaw massacre #bubba sawyer x male reader #slashers x male reader #male reader #sequel #leatherface x reader #non binary reader

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the-black-bulls · 3 years ago

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(If you’ve already gone into detail about this on another post, you can just link that as your answer)

What exactly are the differences between Anime and Manga Gauche? The anime doesn’t divert much from the source material, just adds onto it with filler. Did they change his lines or something and I just never noticed? And I can think of some additional anime scenes with him but none I’d say that mess with his character.

This is complicated.

I mean. I love Gauche a lot, I still hate his character in the anime with a burning passion, so there's definitely something not right with him because I'm clearly a shameless Gauche stan, but I'll try to go into detail in this post.

Fair warning: long post.

The issue with Gauche in the anime is not just one or two additional anime scenes, or one filler episode, or one aspect of his character.... it's everything, all of these put together, the "Gauche" in the anime is in and of himself the issue, the "vibes" and "interpretation" the anime is shoving to his character is an issue, even the anime details that are supposed to be used as good things about his character usually end up harming him in the long run because this is not how his character meant to be seen and written in the manga. Furthermore, the anime established a couple things with Gauche's character, things that are recognized in the fandom as undisputed facts, as canon and "things that Gauche would do", most of these things are either not even in the manga, or are in the manga but never meant to last or interpret the anime way, and these things end up harm, undermine, or even change Gauche's character for better or for worse. Something along the lines of "Gauche's nosebleed equals caring" because first, it's not, and second, the anime uses this excuse to overuse the nosebleed so much while pretending it's wholesome, and third, no it doesn't make it fine or justify the anime milking the hell out of this off putting and gross trope, if the manga toned down the nosebleed to the point of nearly nonexistence why doesn't the anime just do the same? I bet anime only will be surprised to know that Gauche nosebleeds for at best seven times in the entire manga.

The most notable issue with Anime Gauche is the "siscon" trope. His character in the anime is almost always reduced to a one-dimension siscon personality he used to have in the manga before his arc and character development, so he'll always bring up his sister every time he's in screen and every time he's with someone or doing something and most of these moments are so randomly weird in all the wrong levels, like how he once said he wants to eat his sister. In contrast, Manga Gauche has long since developed beyond this trope to the point that you will see him have normal conversations and chill with the bulls without mentioning his sister or looking at a picture of her.

I don't say Manga Gauche is "free" from these scenes, but they're not nearly as overwhelming as they are with Anime Gauche. And how this mess with his character? Because the anime added so much "siscon" scenes with Gauche that are almost always attached with nosebleed or creepy lines, even jerk behaviors sometimes, which after repeated and used almost every time he's in screen one will end up believing that he's still an underdeveloped character when it's not true, or that he's an empty character without depth and this is also not true, or they simply conceals his potential to be likeable. On the other hand, while not a saint Manga Gauche never gets close to that level of creepiness and cringe-ness, the level that tell you he's the kind of guys who will look at pictures of his sister any time any place even in the bathroom, or the type of guys who will take advantage of Grey's transformation magic as exchange of his help.

It's like... in the anime there are two types of Gauche, the one who's following the manga, and the one who's playing the "siscon" trope. The second overwhelms the first. In the manga, it’s different, because both types of Gauche and any other types blend in perfectly. He’s still a siscon but he’s also someone who has been getting a solid writing and constant build up, someone who does not need to play off the siscon jokes all the time like he used to be before his arc because he's changing and he’s not the same. And even if these additional filler scenes from the anime do work with his character in the source material (they don't), they're either harmless gags that add nothing to his character at best, or issues that change the canon writing of his character and undermine his canon development at worst. When Gauche in canon takes a step forward with his character, the anime comes and makes him step backward the next time he's in screen with these scenes. This leads some fans to wonder "when will Gauche finally develop?" or "I hope Grey will make Gauche care about other people beside Marie", and both points are already, explicitly, outwardly, happened in canon... multiple times!

In short, as a result of all of this, the writing of Anime Gauche is messy and unbalanced at best, poorly executed and harmful at worse, and the "creepy pervert siscon guy 24/7" personality the anime shoves into his character naturally leads some fans to hate him because this part of his personality overwhelms what BC the manga is doing right and great with his character.

As for the changed lines, I'm not well familiar with the anime but my friend told me the anime deleted some of Gauche's build up panels with other characters and changed them with "siscon" stuff to milk his trope. I looked for specific examples and I find these in another app.

Not probably what you asked for but they give you a clear idea of (How the Manga sees Gauche Vs. How the Anime sees Gauche):

I hope this answer your question. You're welcome to further discuss or ask more things about Gauche, and the same goes with everyone who read this post.

#not a quote #gauche adlai #black clover meta #I think?#I have to be honest I just follow my instincts and my instincts tell me that anime gauche is not the gauche I love #like he's not bad-bad but at the same time he's also very bad #the anime tried to expand on his character but it failed miserably and turned him into an empty and boring and off putting character #surely i'm not the only one who thinks this way right?#oh the dilemma of being a gauche stan

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werewolf-witchboy · 4 years ago

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Tokoyami Fumikage X Male Reader

Being A Witch Boy And Dating Tokoyami

WARNINGS: none uwu

Being a witch has nothing to do with your quirk, you just like practicing the dark arts and witchy things.

I'm not going to mention what your quirk is, so you can imagine that you have whatever quirk you want, or you can imagine yourself as someone without a quirk.

💀 Tokoyami had been fascinated with your hobby of witchcraft ever since he met you. He was most fascinated with the fact that your actual quirk has nothing to do with how your witchcraft works.

🕯 He had already thought you were cute before, and he had been in that time of his life where he was starting to question his sexuality a little- but after you showed him your witchy interests, he fell hard for you.

💀 He may be a dark and edgy birb boi, but he's also quite shy and awkward. He probably would have never confronted you about his crush if you hadn't told him your feelings for him first.

🕯 When y'all started dating, literally everyone was like "FINALLY!!" cuz it was super obvious that the two of you were meant for each other.

💀 When it comes to what type of witch you are, i'd say you're a witch of all traits.

-You love dark and spooky things, but you also love pastel colors and nature.

-Your room in the class 1A dorm is most likely full of plants, candels, a variety of antiques and trinkets, and shit that you can't buy at stores until it's around Halloween time.

🕯 Tokoyami likes to ask many questions about all of the different types of things you do, and he actually pays attention and is super interested. You'll even teach him some new things, and show him how to do them himself.

💀 You love Dark Shadow as much as you love Tokoyami himself. Though they're both very different in personality, you find them both charming and adorable (despite them both saying they're not "adorable," they're dark and spoopy lmao).

🕯 He also loves your animal familiar.

-Your familiar rarely comes out of your bedroom. Since you're dating Tokoyami, you allow him in your room (which means a lot more than he probably thinks it does, cuz spaces where witches do their magic and recharging are very sacred to them) so he gets to see your familiar quite often.

💀 It's rare for familiars to show affection to anyone that isn't their bonded witch, but your familiar absolutely loves Tokoyami.

-They'll hop onto his lap immediately as soon as he sits down in your room.

🕯 Both you and Tokoyami thrive in the darkness, so there are often times where you both hang around in your dimly lit room cuddled up together just talking all day (or even sometimes laying there in comfortable silence).

-You'll be in there together for so long that all of your friends will start questioning where you're both at, and not even realize that you're just in your room.

💀 He obviously likes you a whole lot, but he's super bad at saying it with words. He's just shy and bashful. BUT THEN DARK SHADOW EXPOSES HIM LMAO-

-You'll be standing there looking super cute, and Tokoyami will just stare at you and want to say something so badly. Then Dark Shadow appears and is all like "wOw yOu'Re sUpEr hOt" and Tokoyami just dies right there in the very spot he's standing cuz he can't believe that just happened.

🕯 That's another thing- Tokoyami stares at you a LOT. He even did it before y'all started dating, but now he doesn't even try to hide it.

-You barely noticed at first, but once you started noticing how often you catch him staring at you, you can't help but tease him a little.

-You'll stare at him back, directly in the eyes, and he'll get super flustered and embarrassed.

-Then to calm him down and make him feel less embarrassed, you'll giggle at his flustered-ness and give him a lil beak kiss...which just makes him even more flustered.

💀 He's definitely the type who wants to be a total romantic, and speak all poem-like to you, and shower you with praises, ect. BUT he gets so flustered when it comes to affection, and second-guesses himself when it comes to his ideas of showing affection.

-He's scared of coming off too strong, or seeming to clingy, or even not doing enough, so he never really gets the chance to act out any of how he wants to show affection- and to top it all off he can't help but be absolutely smitten every time you give him affection of any sort, and he'll not know how to react to it.

🕯 You never call him out on his shyness or how he reacts to your affection, you're not offended with any way he reacts to you. You think it's super cute how innocent he seems when it comes to all of this, and of course you encourage any time he gets a little bit of confidence to hold your hand or compliment you (without the help of Dark Shadow lol).

💀 His feathers get all ruffled when he's flustered, and OMFG it's too cute. 🥺😭

🕯 Something that he loves so much is when you borrow his clothes. Because for him, it's kind of a way to show affection towards you without being super direct about it.

-So him being like "you're cold? here, wear my sweatshirt" translates to "TAKE EVERYTHING FROM ME, KEEP IT FOREVER, I LOVE YOU FJSKDJFHR-"

💀 Don't come @ me- Tokoyami listens to death metal, but he'd totally vibe with something like kpop if you introduced him to it.

-He's definitely a Loona stan.

🕯 Highkey though, now that I think of it- he probably also listens to Joji and Billie Eilish.

-Like, really moody sad boi hours indie music.

-He'd have Will He playing in his headphones, and he'd be all edgy and in his feelings, but he'd also be doing something like baking cookies at the same time lmfao.

-He'd have a playlist named "songs to cry to," but he'd be listening to it while knitting sweaters for puppies or something.

💀 No, you didn't ask me what kind of music that I think Tokoyami listens to, but you got it anyway. Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.

🕯 If he's at a store, and sees something kinda spooky looking that makes him think of you, he'd quickly get it and think all day of giving it to you, and he'd want to watch you add it to your collection of lil trinkets and antiques.

-....But he'd chicken out so hard I stg.

-This poor baby would rehearse how he'd give it to you in his head over and over again, and then when the time comes to give it to you, he'd get suddenly so tongue-tied and worried if you'd actually like it or not.

-But, of course, you love whatever he gets you every time. Your always super surprised when he gets you something, cuz it's not your birthday or any special day, and you never expect gifts from people.

-Every time you accept a gift from him, you always want to squeal, tackle him, and shower him with kisses- but you resist doing so with all of your being, cuz you know he'd malfunction.

-Instead you very profoundly thank him many times, and give him one especially loving kiss.

-Seeing your extra surprised and happy reaction always relieves him so much, and it makes him want to do it all over again and gift you a whole shop full of trinkets. His lack of hundreds of dollars is the only thing that stops him.

💀 You're the type of person who wears a lot of black, and scatters bright colors here and there within your look. Your style ranges from goth to pastel e-boy.

🕯 You don't like to change other people's styles or tell other people what to wear, but every once in a while, Tokoyami expresses an interest in dressing like you- which you go NUTS over.

-You'll let him borrow your pastel sweaters, and he'll let you put bright colored hairclips in his feathers.

-He now even owns some pastel colored clothing of his own, that you either gifted him or he secretly bought himself at some point.

💀 He used to be shy about changing up his style every once in a while at first. Whenever you'd take pictures of him wearing bright clothes, he'd softly ask you not to show them to any of the others.

-Eventually he became confident enough to go out in public those rare days he'd wear bright colors, and everyone is always super supportive of the different style.

🕯 He had never been in a relationship with another guy before he started dating you.

-He started questioning his sexuality around the time he started high school, but it was never a priority at first because he was more focused on working hard to get into U.A. and thinking about his future being a hero.

-aNd tHeN hE mEt yOu, and now we're here lol.

-ANYWAYS, y'all go to pride parades together.

-Something he isn't shy about is his sexuality, cuz as soon as he realized how he felt about you, he was all in and that was that.

-Y'all go all out for parades with face and body paint, and shirts with your flags on them, and even sometimes bringing signs and flags to hold up and wave around.

-Some of your friends will come with the two of you, whether they're there because they're also lgbtq+ or just because they support it.

-It's the most social the two of you are the entire year, cuz your both introverted lil emos that don't really talk to many people outside of class 1A.

💀 So yeah- I think Tokoyami is highly underrated and I'm extremely soft for him. He's an emo birb boi, what is not to love.

-I believe in emo birb boi supremacy.

-Rise all Tokoyami stans, we shall take over the entire anime world someday.

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cooltastrophe · 2 years ago

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hello I'm the guy who nominated silverflint and I already reblogged this post today but I need to expound some more on why they're the gold standard of homoerotic betrayal (spoilers btw)

ok so first of all Black Sails is written as a prequel to treasure island. Treasure Island takes place after Flint's death and he's talked about like a ghost, even though he's dead everyone is still terrified of him. He's literally haunting the narrative. Silver prides himself on his closeness to Flint, in some ways considers Flint's treasure his rightful inheritance. Treasure Island doesn't really go into the details of Flint and Silver's relationship, which becomes a primary focus of Black Sails.

Black Sails literally begins the moment Silver and Flint meet each other, when Flint's crew attack a merchant ship Silver is working on. Silver talks his way onto the crew and manages to make himself necessary because of information he has about a treasure. For the first two seasons of the show, he and Flint have a deeply antagonistic relationship but are nonetheless necessary to each other.

Something that adds to the homoerotic-ness of their homoerotic betrayal is that Flint is canonically queer in Black Sails. His entire motivation is that he wants to destroy the British empire because they used his queer relationship as a reason to discredit and institutionalize his lover, who was a political radical. The audience learns this a long time before Silver does, but nonetheless, Silver can see that there's something peculiar driving Flint's anger. He can also see the importance Flint has is the narrative of the show, to the point where he borders on being genre savvy. He continually references Flint's feelings and desires as driving forces, not only within the crew, but even of things far outside his power, like the weather. Silver can see the way his and the crew's lives revolve around Flint, and makes it his mission to become the person who understands what makes Flint tick.

In season 3, Silver is made quartermaster, which makes it his job to argue with Flint on behalf of the crew. By this time, Flint has made it clear that his goal is total war with the empire, and the crew are building a coalition of pirates and, later, escaped slaves who want to rid the Caribbean of imperial influence. Silver falls in love with one of the leaders of a community of escaped slaves, but at the same time, becomes closer and closer with Flint, even openly acknowledging the ways he's becoming more like Flint - more brutal, more angry, more deeply invested in his dream of revolution. The climax of season 3 is the opening battle of Flint's war. On the night before this battle, Silver asks Flint to tell him why he's doing all this. Flint opens up about his history - his queerness, and what happened to his lover. Silver responds to this by drawing a direct line between Flint's lover and two other characters who were close to Flint and died, and himself. He states outright that he's the latest in a line of people who died because of their closeness to Flint. But he tells Flint that he won't hesitate to destroy him if it comes down to it.

By season 4 (the final season), Silver and Flint operate as a unit with unquestioned authority. In Flint's words, "there is no daylight between us." The show never makes it clear to what extent their relationship might be romantic, but it draws parallels between Flint and Madi, Silver's lover. One of the antagonists states that the only way to stop the war is to pull Flint and Silver apart. The antagonist kidnaps Madi, and for a while, Silver thinks she's dead. Flint promises to see Silver through his grief over Madi, since Flint has experienced the same thing himself. But it turns out Madi is alive. Silver wants to give up the treasure that's meant to finance the war in order to save her, which leads to a growing tension between himself and Flint. It comes to a head on what will eventually be known as Treasure Island, when they battle over the treasure. Leading up to the battle, we get flashbacks of Flint teaching Silver to swordfight. Silver says, "Since everyone fights differently, aren't you really just teaching me how to defeat you?" Flint isn't worried about it, until he realizes that even though he shared his backstory with Silver, Silver has never told Flint the truth about his past. Silver refuses to, saying "You know all of me that I can bear to be known."

In the end, Madi is rescued, and Silver and Flint go to retrieve the treasure. Silver stops them. He tells Flint that he won't risk Madi's life again by letting the war continue, even though Flint and Madi both care about the war more than anything. He holds a gun to Flint's head as he says, "I will stand here with you an hour, a day, a year, until you can accept this outcome, so we can walk away from here together."

We don't find out what happens next. We see Silver meet up with Madi, and she asks where Flint is. Silver tells her that he took Flint to a prison plantation where it turned out Flint's former lover was alive after all, and left him there. Madi (and the audience) doesn't know whether to believe him.

The summary I'm giving here honestly doesn't do justice to the depths of emotion between these two characters. Flint is a person who's lost everyone he loved to tragedy, and somehow still finds himself opening up to Silver, sharing everything with him, only for Silver to betray him. Silver is someone who's only ever lived for himself, but finds it in himself to love people, Flint included, to the point where he would rather burn down everything he's worked for than risk losing them. The entire show is about how close they come, both to each other and to achieving their dreams, only to lose it all at the eleventh hour. From the moment he comes on screen, Silver is a part of Flint's story more than his own, and this carries over into Treasure Island. I loved Treasure Island as a kid and read it more than once, but since watching Black Sails the story feels entirely different to me.

The reason I think these two are the most iconic homoerotic betrayal is because of how much they live out the trope of two people who know each other better than anyone hurting each other more than anyone else could. Silver is the only person who knows about Flint's backstory. He knows Flint better than anyone. If he's being truthful about the plantation, he's literally the only person who could have possibly reunited Flint with his lover. But he's also the only person who could have made it hurt so much. Silver claims that he didn't kill Flint, he "unmade" him - turned back the clock, took away the pirate-king persona, reconnected him to the person he was before he lost his lover. It's the most intimate death imaginable.

Iconic Homoerotic Betrayal: Round 1

Round 1 Directory

Context:

John Silver/James Flint (Black Sails)

what if we were pirates and I was grieving over my lost love and pulled you into the orbit of my narrative and turned you into the same kind of monster as I am but instead of dedicating all your energy to destruction you found people to love and you sacrificed our shared dream of revolution for a chance at a quiet life and you had to kill me to do it but instead you said I will wait here for a day a month a year until we can walk out of this together. and also we were both boys.

Curt Mega/Owen Carvour

ok so they're spies, but on a mission owen dies and it's kinda curt's fault. but turns out owen is alive and has been plotting his revenge for four years so he tortures curt in disguise and then reveals himself and tries to kill him in a very homoerotic fight with swords and everything, but curt ends up shooting him in the head first. also they've been dating since the beginning but nobody knew because they're from the 60s

#black sails #silverflint #o blorbo my blorbo #ough ah the themes #john silver #james flint #poll

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diaco1968 · 4 years ago

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Altair x Reader

Warnings! Smut, lemon, unprotected, a bit of choking, bit of humiliation, sounds a little dub/non con in the end

Note: I just realized I've written nothing for my first and longest crush, none other than the arrogant grumpy assassin! Sorry for the slight ooc-ness, I get weird writing about him...

Also amazing art! It's thanks to this, I've been visually crushing over this man for the longest time! *^*

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"Wanna blow off some steam, Assassin?"

He could still feel your hands all over him, the feeling of your touch;

Your fingers running up his abs, tracing his chest, running over his shoulders, nails lightly scraping the back of his neck before they carded through his hair finally coming to a rest in a tight demanding grip on the back of his head.

It was unlike whatever he was used to.

The girls in the garden. They just did what they were assigned to do. Though they were obedient and submissive, they didn't claw at him like they desired him.

It was unusual.

It was exhilarating.

It was wrong.

It had been one of the rare occasions where there was a brief pause in the conflict between the assassins and the templars. A moment of peace that kept you all from jumping at each other's throats while their mentors and your commanders talked out their differences for a mutually beneficial truce. And of course they both had the option of having their choice of bodyguards accompanying them.

That was how he first met you. In person and eye to eye. With a distance of less than a rooftop, even less than a swords lenght, apart.

He couldn't get it off his mind now.

You had heard of him, seen the havoc he had caused in your ranks without even being seen. And he had seen you before as you barked orders at your little pawns and cut through his less experienced brethren with no mercy.

Always from afar.

Maybe that was the reason you colided hard the moment those roles were gone and out of the way. Attracted by the differences like day and night.

So when you cornered him alone with that very suggestion you were met with little to no resistance as you grabbed his collar and crashed your lips onto his. You demanded and you took as you pleased, making him bend to your will and despite his arrogant self, he liked that. He liked being wanted. The way you had him on his back in moments, straddling him so full of confidence. You were quite a skilled rider too.

Had him wondering if he had finally met his match?

Now as he stalked in the shadows waiting for you to make a wrong move, he wanted to take back. He wanted you. He had spent weeks being distracted time and again by the memories of your little encounter, now that he was so close to you again he couldn't help but drown deeper and deeper in his inner conflict. Thess were slightly different times, what if you rejected him? It would be so embarrassing... and he couldn't just kill you off if you did, that would harm the truce...

He shook his head as he caught himself thinking nonsense again.

Stay your blade from the flesh of an innocent...

You were a templar though... did you count?-

He didn't have time to measure your innocence as your pawns left to do something you ordered them to and finally you were all alone. All his. Easy prey.

A hand wrapped around your arm, twisting it behind you as he pulled you into the alleyway and slammed you front first into the wall.

"You've become too dull."

"Have I really?"

That was when he noticed you didn't use your other hand to brace yourself on the wall. The little sharp pain in his side from the blade threateningly pressing into him was proof enough.

"You'd still die anyway. So, yes, you have."

He let go of your arm and you turned around to face him in the very little space provided by his arms caging you to the wall, teasingly grinding your ass back onto him. He of course suppressed the little hiss in response, not wanting to give you the satisfaction.

"You think I dismissed my men because I'm dull and not because I saw a certain assassin lurking around in the shadows?"

He narrowed his glinting golden eyes at you.

"You are bluffing."

You chuckled as you wiped at your scraped cheek to ease the stinging.

"What ever helps your ego."

You could see his scowl even from under the hood casting shadows over his face that complimented his features, as he loomed over you, completely silent. His sunkissed skin, sharp bones, haunting eyes, defined scar over his lips.

"You are in templar territory, what do you want, bird?"

His grimace at the nickname had you smirking triumphantly. Why did you have to know their language... it was annoying.

"Don't call me that!"

"But that's your name."

You looked smug and he didn't like that but you didn't have all day for the yarn of his ego to untangle on it's own. You reached up, slipping your hand inside the hood and grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him down to you so you could whisper in his ear.

"Or do you prefer, Eagle? Am I your poor little prey this time?"

He could feel the goosebumps rise over his arms as he growled in annoyance, your voice rolled over his skin smoothly.

"If you were, you wouldn't live long enough to mock me."

"Flattering."

Your smirk widened, nipping the side of his jaw and pushing him off a whole step before he could react.

"Come, boy."

"... tch..."

Clicking his tongue he wondered if this was all worth it any way as he watched your form striding down the alley, taking his time before he decided to follow you.

To an abandoned building, top floors almost burnt away, leading to a giant hole in the roof opening up to the skies. At the entrance you grabbed his hand cause he was hesitating to step in.

He would have preferred more hospitality... like your own quarters maybe...

He didn't have time to ponder as you pushed him back on one of the few surviving furniture, before straddling his lap.

... a long wooden bench... in a burnt building with cold stone wallls...

"We're in a church!-"

You were already half way through his robes, heavily dropping the weapon belt on the ground as you looked up at his anxious expression, scoffing.

"And? Are you a religious man, Assassin?"

He glared at you but you had a point. He just didn't expect such disrespect from you. Were you not fighting as part of Richard's army?...

"You're shameless."

"Shame is a weakness. You didn't seek me out beacuse I am a weakling now, did you?"

You plopped down on his now not dangerously armed crotch and his hands shot up to grab your hips and steady you.

"Who said I seeked you out? I was just in the area for a job."

"Ouch... you mean you killed off one of my men and came to add insult to the injury?"

He paused as you paused staring down at him. Well maybe he didn't choose his words right. He wasn't good at lying on the spot.

"That's hot."

At this point he had no idea if you meant the things you said or if you were being sarcastic. But he didnt care as you started grinding down over him.

Like last time.

Oh hell no.

He flipped you, so now you were lying on your back looking up at him surprised.

"Not this time. You are mine now."

"Oh? Fine then, show me what you've got."

You almost immediately regretted that as the pit in your stomach deepened not only from excitement but from fear as his fingers wrapped around your throat tightly, nudging your legs apart to settle between them. As you let him discard your clothes, it was probably the first time it downed on you. The danger you were in. He could actually kill you. And no one would know. Kill you and leave you there disgraced and dishonored with no one to know where to look for you.

You wheezed loudly, clutching the wrist of the hand he had wrapped around your neck, your train of thoughts derailed as he unceremoniously thrusted himself into you.

His fingers left your neck, to fist in your hair instead, arching your neck so he had more room as his lips met the delicate skin, his stubble scratching you pleasantly. You grabbed the back of his neck, pressing his face deeper into the crook of your neck and he didn't mind endulging you, sucking and nipping on the skin, combined with shallow slow thrusts had you arching and twisting under him, trying desperately to get more friction out of him. He gripped your hips tightly, pinning you down and restraining your movements.

"I said you'll be good and do as I tell you to."

"That is not what you said."

"Don't test me, (y/n)."

He growled in your ear, his voice rumbling from deep in his chest and you were not about to argue with that as you hummed in response and decided to oblige.

He briefly pulled out of you, only to pull you up and dropping you on your knees on the stoney ground. With a hand on the back of your neck he had you face down, arse up and he plunged himself back into you groaning at the way you twitched around him eagerly with a loud wanton moan.

His other hand grabbed your hip to keep you from jerking forward while he drilled into you, completely different from his earlier pace.

"This is what you want after all. To be fucked like a little bitch with an important audience."

Between your moans and scratching at the ground in pleasure mixed with pain you didnt have time to wonder who, until he grabbed a fist full of your hair and pulled you back against him so you were facing the old crushed cross behind the altar.

"...you fucking basta-geh!"

He shoved his fingers into your mouth, down your throat, deep enough to make you choke and gag around them.

"I'd watch my mouth, if I were you."

He resumed kissing your abused neck, fingers thrusting in your mouth, creating lewd wet noises and heavy moans.

You were close, he could tell. You were constricting around him so tight he almost released a few times if not for the way you bit his fingers angrily. But he wanted you to finish first. Wanted you to whimper and beg as you just couldn't anymore.

He sunk his teeth in your shoulder and that was it for you. A high pitched mewl and you were clamping down on him violently as your release shook you to your core, slumping over him as he slowed down ever so slightly.

Then he let you drop on your front and resumed his brutal pace, seeking his own release now, disregarding your half hearted protesting sobs.

It didn't take him long and he finished over your ass, panting heavily as he watched your shaky body, get used to the abuse way too quickly as you rolled over underneath him to shoot him a glare.

Awkward silence engulfed you both as he got on his feet and even helped you up with a hand and you both started fixing up your clothes and putting your weapons back in place.

This was not how it ended last time. The silenece made him wonder if he did something very wrong. If your little forbidden rendezvous had come to an end because of him. If it had, it was probably for the best but... he felt a pang of sadness thinking about it. Oh how he wished for you to open your smug mouth and say something. Anything.

"I think we can both agree, I am better off in charge."

"You wish, Templar."

"...well... yes, I do. That's the whole reason behind our ancient conflict, Assassin."

#altair x reader #altair x reader smut #altair x reader lemon #assassins creed #altair ibn la'ahad #assassins creed imagines

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kuromantic · 4 years ago

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Tales of Zombish: Haikyuu Light Novel Translation

*This is my translation of the Zombie Knight Zombish snippets from the light novel. It’s split into 5 parts, and inserted between each chapter of the light novel. Don’t copy this to another site. The translation is under the cut!

Zombie Knight Zombish

1: Zombish is Born!!

Nightfall. A lone swordsman wakes up. A swordsman that does not know of true death, because of experiencing a false death.

“...Wait, it’s still evening, you stupid crow!”

The man yells at the small crow beside him, having just woken up by a thin bush. The man’s body was wrapped up in an old, tattered cloth—which must have been a cloak some time ago—which covered his entire body.

“I could have gotten burned by the setting sun…” The man blocks out the sunlight with the tattered cloth, and the crow caws apologetically.

“Well, it’s okay. I don’t even have a body that can be burned.”

The man laughs, and the crow flaps its black wings, flying ahead up into the sky. The man follows it with his gaze, squinting at the brightness. He stands up.

“Oh, well. Guess I’ll go.”

The man starts to walk. His frame was thin and delicate, which could be seen even when it was covered with the tattered cloth. And on his back, was a sword.

The sword, which is large enough to not be recognized as one at first glance, does not suit the lean man.

“Man, I wonder if a car will pass by… Eh, I guess no sane person would have gasoline now.”

There’s no road where the man looks ahead.

In the dead world where smokey, dried up wastelands stretch out for seemingly forever, the man continues to walk alone today.

“Yeah, isn’t this good? Isn’t this good? It sounds like the story’s just begun, right?”

The rookie mangaka, Udai Tenma, stands up with an excited face and gets another drink from the self-service fountains. He returns to his table with a glass of cola in his hand. He continues working on his storyboard.

The only equipment on the table is a notebook, a pencil and an eraser. On the open page, there are scribbles that nobody else could decipher. It’s the storyboard Udai made with all his effort.

I wanna try and make a manga. I like it. With that, Udai had drawn a manga during his college years. And it had won an honourable mention in the rookie awards. He had gotten an editor and debuted as a mangaka. But the reality was, he wasn’t quite reaching serialization.

But now, “Zombie Knight Zombish”, is being created in the restaurant. And there’s a confidence that hasn’t been there before.

“‘Everything but death is nothing but a scratch’? He needs to get over himself… No, maybe ‘Mortal bodies, they make me jealous.’...”

Udai mumbles dialogues to himself, changing his expressions to suit the main character’s. The other customers at the restaurant glance at him.

But he can’t afford to care about those gazes.

Zombish needs to help the heroine attacked by the enemy, in an extremely cool and overdramatic manner.

And the enemy has to be a fated opponent that Zombish has known before turning into a zombie. The heroine needs to be a key person, for Zombish to return from zombie to human. And of course, she needs to be cute, a little strong-willed, who tries to join in on the fighting sometimes. But also a girl who you just want to protect…

A flash.

The girl’s eyes can only capture the white hand, emerging from the tattered cloth and gripping the sword on his back.

She feels wind brush past her cheeks, and closes her eyes. She opens them again, and the bandits have already collapsed onto the dry ground.

“Huh? What…?”

As the girl struggles to comprehend what had happened, Zombish is already starting to walk away.

“Hey, don’t leave me behind!”

She grabs the knight. At that moment, the tattered cloth on him rips and falls to the ground.

What appears is not the handsome knight she expected. Nor a fighter that’s big and well-muscled. It’s a skeleton.

“...Wait, bone?! Why bone! Bone? Wait, do bones even talk?!”

“Yeah, I’m bone! So sorry I’m bone, sue me!”

The knight picks up the truly tattered piece of rag, and hides his body. It truly looks like a skeletal model. He turns his back to the girl.

“Anyway, I’m bone. So I can’t go with you. Protect yourself, you’re on your own.”

The “bone”, that had slain a crowd of bandits instantly, tries to walk away from one single girl, as if to escape from her.

Staring at Zombish’s lanky, weak-looking back and the huge sword on it, the girl shouts over at him.

“Hey, bone! Can you eat?”

Zombish turns around, lifts the tattered cloth, and points around his stomach with a laugh.

“You wanna see me eat? It’s hilarious.”

“If you don’t eat… That means I don’t have to share my food or water with you, right?”

“Huh?”

“It doesn’t matter if you’re bone or not, if you can defeat these guys. You’re pretty strong.” The girl points to the iron-clad, muscular bandit with a mohawk. “And I should sew that cloth I ripped back together…”

Zombish laughs, his hard skull distorting a little. “I’m not strong. Those guys are just small fries. But I guess I’ll have you fix this cloth for me.”

At those words, the girl runs up to him.

In the dried-up world of death, two footsteps mark their paths. Up above in the sky, a crow flies around in circles. As if to watch over them.

Zombish’s journey has just started!!

“I wonder what my editor will say…”

The man, once the “Little Giant”, leaves the restaurant and returns home. And without changing his clothes, collapses into his futon for the first time in a while.

2. VS Editor A!!

“Zombies aren’t usually skeletons, right?” Akaashi Keiji opens his heavy mouth, holding his coffee in one hand. It makes Akaashi heavy-hearted to meddle with a work an author brought to him.

Kanda, Chiyoda City, Tokyo.

In the editorial department of Weekly Shonen Vie, there’s an extreme lack of people in the afternoon.

The rookie mangaka, Udai Tenma, freezes momentarily in the meeting space. And he attempts to brush it off with a laugh.

“Yeah, I thought, ‘Is a skeleton okay?’ for a bit. But maybe a Japanese-style zombie would be new, and I thought I could pull it off. We all get cremated in Japan, too. Hahaha.”

“I see.”

Akaashi looks at the copy of “Zombie Knight Zombish” on the table, and Udai laughing in front of him. And he says one more time, with force behind his words. That this is the last time he’ll say this, and he won’t say the same thing again.

“Zombies aren’t usually skeletons, right.”

The question mark had disappeared.

It’s not a question, but a confirmation of fact.

“...Yeah.” Udai replies weakly. He drops his shoulders, and bites the straw of his cola.

It’s tough.

It had been his best work. He had a confidence in it, that he hadn’t before with his other works. But his concept had been fundamentally criticized.

The editor continues talking to the crestfallen Udai.

“And one more thing.”

“...What is it?”

Udai hunches his shoulders, looking up at Akaashi like a scolded child. Akaashi sips his coffee, adjusts his glasses and lets out a breath. He opens his mouth slowly.

“We’ve established that a skeleton is not a zombie. But I think this skeleton’s design is a little lacking, in the first place. It’s no different to any old skeleton. For the main character, I want a quirk that will tell you it’s Zombish with just one look.”

“Any old skeleton?” Udai says, and draws a normal-looking skeleton into his notebook.

“Yes. For example, he could be wearing glasses, or he could have a large scar. I want a unique design. Even if you draw him simply, you would know it’s him. If I were to ask for more, I’d even say make his silhouette recognizable. That’s how strong his design should be.”

Udai adds a scar to his skeleton, and mumbles, “I guess it can’t be a scar, if his silhouette has to be recognizable.”

“The scar is just one example.”

“I’m sorry…”

Udai slurps the cola at the bottom of the glass, which is pretty much melted ice. He laughs disappointedly.

“I thought the skeleton was fine, since he was cremated. Like a Japanese-style zombie. Well, there’s no zombie-ness, I guess…”

At those words, Akaashi’s glasses shine.

“Then… How about you make Zombish look more Japanese? It could link with his sword, too.”

“What?”

“Well, this is just one what-if scenario.”

“...No, I think it could work. I’ll think about it! Then maybe he can look different from any old zombie!” Udai grabs his pen, and draws a Japanese-style zombie in his notebook. “If it’s Japanese clothes and a sword, he’d just be a samurai… How do I give him the zombie knight feeling…”

Watching the pen move busily and create many versions of Zombish, Akaashi feels a weight lift from his heart.

It makes him heavy-hearted to meddle with other people’s works. But sometimes, his words make the author take a step in a good direction. That must be why he can continue with this job.

“So now, please brush up on the work. And, depending on the edited manuscript, I may bring it up during the serialization meeting.”

Udai’s pen stops moving. “Wait, why?! You’ve been talking about my work so harshly and tearing into it this whole time!”

“...I haven’t been tearing into it. It’s entertaining, so I just want to make the story even more entertaining.”

Udai’s face crumples, as he looks up at Akaashi. “Akaashi-san, you weren’t just an unpleasant person, after all!”

“I’m an unpleasant person…?”

“Oh, sorry! I didn’t mean it that way! I meant it in an um, good way!”

Akaashi doesn’t ask what exactly he means by that, and organizes the manuscript. “Zombish is very entertaining, compared to the works you have brought me so far. I think you have a chance.”

“Thank you!”

“Oh, and lastly…”

“There’s… still more?” Udai tenses.

Akaashi chuckles, before talking. “I’ve been thinking for a while, but this bit on the edge of the page, saying ‘Zombish’s journey has only just begun!’. You don’t need to write that. It’s the editor’s job.”

“...!!”

4. Get Serialized!!

It’s just past noon. Noticing that the phone is ringing, Udai reaches out from under the futon. He checks, and realizes it’s Akaashi. He gets out of the futon in a hurry, and answers.

“You were asleep.” Akaashi says, in the same straightforward tone.

“...I’m sorry.”

“No, I’m sorry too. I’m going to get into it. Your one-shot is well-received.”

At those words, Udai’s hand begins to sweat. He had been told to make a one-shot for the extra issue, and had made “Zombie Knight Zombish” with everything he’d got.

He had changed Zombish’s design into a young man with patchwork skin, after Akaashi’s critique. He likes the way the bandages show around his collar. It can’t have been a skeleton, he thinks. It’s hard to relate to a skeleton.

The “recognizable by silhouette” task had been cleared with the axe on his head. The zombie knight element was incorporated, by making him detach his left arm to wield his sword. Maybe they’ll make a movable figure out of the character.

Above all, it was a work he’d been confident in. If it had still been absolutely hopeless, Udai wouldn’t have been able to recover from it.

“Thank god…” Udai feels the tension drain out of him, and Akaashi continues.

“And now, I would like to brush up Zombish to prepare for serialization.”

“Of course! With pleasure!” Udai answers with gusto, almost like an izakaya employee.

“Firstly, your heroine.”

“Yes!”

I should probably fix up the heroine a bit more, Udai thinks. Make her cuter, better… But Akaashi doesn’t steer the conversation in that direction.

“In the one-shot, Zombish saves her, and they decide to go on a journey together, and it ends there.”

“Huh? Oh, yes.”

“If the one-shot will be chapter one, are they going to be travelling together in chapter two and beyond?”

It’s not anything fun, like about making the heroine have a good figure or about how revealing her clothes should be.

And really, Udai hadn’t been thinking what would happen once it got serialized. Well, he supposes it would be like what Akaashi just said.

“Wouldn’t the readers grow bored of that?” As if to read Udai’s mind, Akaashi says.

“What?”

“The main character and the heroine go on a journey together the whole time, an enemy appears, he saves her, he defeats the enemy, and then moves on. And they continue like that until the final boss.”

“Yeah…”

“Wouldn’t that bore people?”

Wait, am I getting given out to?

No, he’d only been thinking of the one-shot as a base, so he hadn’t set anything beyond that in stone. He had only thought that leaving the readers hoping for more would be enough.

“...Um, if it’s possible, I’d like to talk about this in person.” Udai says, wiping the sweat off his palms with his t-shirt.

“All right. When are you free?”

And so, in the editorial department the day after, the brainstorming session in the meeting space had continued for more than two hours.

“So then, instead of a heroine that just keeps getting saved…”

“She’d be like a buddy that also gives witty comebacks.”

Udai draws a bunch of expressions for the female character. Flustered, angry, glaring… He stops his pen, and looks at Akaashi.

“Then maybe Zombish will have a goofy side, instead of just being cool?”

“But please don’t make it into a gag manga. Looking at the survey results, there are a lot of people saying that the manga is interesting because Zombish is cool.” Akaashi answers, looking at the survey chart.

“I see… Balancing it out is hard.” Udai draws out a bunch of Zombish’s expressions in his notebook, and laughs. “But it’s fun. It feels like I’m making a manga.”

“It’s good to hear that.” Akaashi smiles for a moment, and continues. “And also, about the enemy. Instead of them being a group of bandits in the harsh world, making them an organization would add depth to the story.”

“Oh, maybe they’re the reason Zombish turned into a zombie?”

“Sounds good.”

Udai’s mood lifts from Akaashi’s acknowledgement, and opens up a page earlier on in his notebook.

“Look here! The final boss is a fated opponent from before Zombish turned into a zombie. And the heroine is a key person for Zombish to turn back into a human. So I thought right now, maybe the heroine is the daughter of the final boss.”

In contrast to the excited Udai, Akaashi lets out a low groan of uncertainty.

“...So what, exactly, is Zombish fighting for?”

“You always ask questions that can make the whole thing fall apart, Akaashi-san.”

“Well, isn’t that the most important part?”

Expanding ideas simple-mindedly is fun. The more he expands, picking up the pieces and making the story coherent will be hell, though. But knowing that, talking about final bosses and rivals is genuinely fun.

“Secret hideouts are great, aren’t they?”

“If they’ve taken over this world, isn’t there no need to keep it a secret? Something that would display their power…”

“A castle!”

7. Secret Technique: Bolster Up!

Just after serialization, the response had been very good. It had been. Udai had been in a good mood, asking “This will definitely be turned into an anime, right?”

But now, it had gotten to a point where they couldn’t let it get any lower on the survey rankings.

“........”

“Are you okay?” Akaashi’s senior sees him with his head in his hands, and speaks to him.

“...Oh, yes.”

“It’s about Zombish, right? You should bolster it up with something. Like, with a pretty girl or a handsome guy,” the senior says. “Well, I don’t know.” He returns to his seat, after saying his part.

“Bolster it up…”

Akaashi’s brows knit together.

Would that be enough? Could such a hasty, superficial solution entertain the readers? Well, the current results point to the fact that they’re not entertained. But even so, shouldn’t they be charming the audience with the protagonist’s appeal, or how interesting the story is?

“The protagonist’s appeal, huh…”

But what are the features of a protagonist that will be loved?

What kind of story makes the readers want to come back for more?

“.....”

It would be the anticipation the readers have for the main character. What will happen next week? What will he show us next? Expectations as such. There must have been a lack of absolute protagonist strength, if he thinks about it.

But that was the result of trying to create a dark fantasy, painting a delicate picture of emotions. Precisely because it was an absurd world with a zombie knight appearing in it. Was that what they had done wrong? Was it impossible for his literature department-aspiring self to make an entertaining manga, after all…?

After pondering for a long time, Akaashi lifts his head with a start.

“....!”

Wait a minute.

Am I making the same mistake again?

Am I thinking I could control the author and the readers?

“...No. Pour your spirit into each ball, pour your spirit into each ball…”

Yes. Focus on the next point, the next ball. Focus on this week’s story, the obstacle the protagonist must overcome.

His desk becomes messier each day, as if to reflect inside his heart. Akaashi closes his eyes, and focuses his mental state.

“Don’t think about what’s easy, think about what’s fun. What’s fun…”

The survey rankings going down, getting discontinued isn’t fun. Then what is he meant to do…?

“Give feedback… Connect it to the next step… The next…”

The seniors look at Akaashi worriedly, in front of the printer.

“Akaashi is muttering to himself again, is he okay? He won’t quit, will he?”

“He always comes back to life afterwards, you can leave him alone.”

“Yep.”

“I want an absolute, strong main character.” Akaashi says to Udai, during their meeting.

“Absolute?”

“Yes. Like a star that hits any ball with his utmost ability.”

“Am I going to get discontinued?!”

Udai stands up with a clatter, face growing pale. Akaashi shakes his head quietly.

“...Please calm down. It’s not getting discontinued, yet.”

“...Yet…” Udai shrinks, and sits back down.

“It’s a tough situation, but let’s turn things around.”

They’re burning their bridges behind them.

On the walls around the meeting space, there are many posters of works that had been turned into anime and movies. And the cardboard boxes blocking the corridor are packed with samples of goods.

They have to join the ranks of those popular works, at all cost…!

Akaashi brings his gaze back to Udai, and starts to summarize the things he had thought about for the past week.

“The main character… Zombish is a ‘star’. The readers have expectations for the star. What will he do next? What awesome moves will he show us? What kind of crazy risks will he take?

“We want the main character to amaze us with unexpected, yet charming actions. Whether Zombish sinks or swims will depend on how he overcomes next week’s desperate situation.”

Akaashi lifts the paper bag on the floor. “And there’s a favour I want to ask from you.”

“What’s this? I was wondering about it for a while.” The paper bag handed to him is unexpectedly heavy. Udai glances inside. “A blu-ray?”

“Yes. I picked out swashbuckler films of all types, that have useful scenes for composition and pose references. At this point, we should take in anything cool and flashy.”

“Thank you!”

“Also, it will be hard for you to watch it all, so I wrote the times for scenes I want you to watch.” Akaashi gives him a note.

“I’ll definitely watch it! I’ll use them as references!”

“I’ll do anything I can as well. Let’s both try our best.”

There’s no way Akaashi can control what story the author will bring to him, what the other works will be like, how the readers will react.

So, he should think about what he can do, what he should do.

Avoiding discontinuation— it’s hard, but it shouldn’t be impossible.

10. Our fight has only just begun!

“Zombish is getting discontinued… You have seven chapters left…”

After getting the phone call informing him of the discontinuation, Udai had gone outside. Staying in his room felt too painful. But why, and how he’d come to the editing department, he doesn’t remember.

Akaashi had been taken aback, after Udai had come without contacting him. But one look at his face, and he knew he couldn’t leave him by himself. And so he had taken him to a nearby coffee shop to talk to him. It was just his luck that he hadn’t gone outside the company.

“Please order anything you like.”

Akaashi gives the menu to Udai sitting opposite to him, but Udai drops it onto the table, not having enough energy to hold it.

Akaashi pulls the menu closer to himself, trying not to show his shock. “Is coffee all right, then?”

“........”

There’s no answer, but Akaashi asks for two cups of coffee from the waiter. He chooses his words carefully, and begins to speak.

“We had unfortunate results this time, but…” Akaashi continues, to the dejected Udai. “And as a suggestion from me…”

“........”

“I would like to get a fresh start with a new work. We should solidify the concept more for your next work, and compete with a work only you can make.”

“Next…?” Udai raises his head at last, only to slam it back into the table. “There’s nothing! There’s no such thing that only I can make!” He lifts his crumpled face, and yells.

“That’s not true. There must be something…”

“It is too! There’s nothing!”

Akaashi can only bite his lip, while his assigned author descends into total panic.

What should he do…

He can’t just say “Bye, then,” and leave him feeling downcast. He had wanted to part ways with him in a positive manner, connecting him to the next step. That might just be his own ego talking, though.

“...I’m sure there’s a good theme for you. Is there anything you liked as a child, or something you put your heart into?”

“I’m just a jack-of-all-trades, average guy. I’ve just gotten by in regards to study, sports, art and music…”

When Udai had been in good form, he had preened about it, saying “I can do pretty much anything!”, but now he’s totally dejected. Well, that can’t be helped. He’s getting discontinued, after all.

The only thing Akaashi can do, is to tell him his completely honest thoughts.

“I don’t think a serialized author is just a jack-of-all-trades, average person.”

“I’m not a serialized author anymore, I’m a discontinued author…”

At that moment, the waiter arrives. He shows a slightly intrigued face at Udai’s words, but immediately puts on his professional face and turns on his heels.

Akaashi takes the cup, and inhales the aroma of coffee to calm himself down. He thinks. Maybe he should make some small talk, and change the mood.

What should he talk about? Not about his work, or about what lays ahead. Then, about Udai himself? He wonders what he had talked about with him recently. What club had he joined in college? Where was he from?

And he remembers.

“Udai-san, you told me before that you’re from Tohoku. Were there any unusual traditions there? That you can write a manga about.”

“...Yeah, I’m from Miyagi. But I lived in a normal estate, it was all pretty normal.”

Udai says with a hoarse voice, and absentmindedly puts sugar cubes into his coffee. Many, many sugar cubes. Akaashi thinks he’s adding a bit too much, but there’s an atmosphere around them that makes him unable to say that.

“Well, maybe where I live is in the middle of nowhere in the countryside, to you. You’re from Tokyo, after all.”

“That’s not…”

Akaashi thinks that Udai is getting a little too dejected with him, but he can’t be blamed. “Zombie Knight Zombish” is Udai’s first serialization, and his first discontinuation.

Food, sleep… Udai had sacrificed such human necessities, and yet his work had not been well-received. Of course he would be dejected.

And as a new employee, “Zombie Knight Zombish” was Akaashi’s first work that he had launched from nothing. Due to being emotionally invested in it, Akaashi had felt deeply disappointed about the decision made for Zombish.

Which is exactly why he had wanted to end it on a positive note. Surely there’s something in common with them, that they can talk about…

Akaashi, feeling cornered, opens his mouth. And starts to talk about something unexpected, even to himself.

“...Actually, I have someone I know in Miyagi. It was in relation to the club I was in during high school.”

“I see.”

Udai stirs his coffee with lifeless eyes, not picking up the conversation at all. He doesn’t even drink the coffee that is surely too sweet.

“........”

Of course. Someone else’s high school years is the most irrelevant subject to Udai right now. But really, what should he do? Telling someone they’re being discontinued, and thinking of what happens afterwards, is a first for Akaashi. And it’s a big job. He isn’t sure what the correct thing to do is.

Akaashi falls silent, and Udai opens his mouth. “...What club were you in, during high school?” He asks, not sounding that interested. It feels more like he asked out of obligation, because there was a break in the conversation.

Akaashi feels regret, after realizing he’s made Udai read the room for him. But at the same time, he feels relieved that some of Udai’s energy has come back.

“Volleyball.”

“I see. I did volleyball, too.” Udai says. “During my years, we went to the Spring High nationals, too.”

At those words, Akaashi places the coffee he had lifted back onto the table.

“Oh, me… too.”

“Really?! That’s amazing, Akaashi-san!”

“No, you too.”

And with a light premonition, Akaashi asks. “...Which school did you attend in Miyagi?”

“It’s not a powerhouse, so I don’t know if you’d know…” Udai laughs, before answering. “It’s called Karasuno.”

Please look forward to Udai-sensei’s next work, “Meteo Attack”!

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mageofseven · 4 years ago

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are requests open? how would the brothers (or undateables) react to MC giving them a bouquet of flowers because they want to show their partner they care?

Ooo okay cute! I think I'd add another layer to this and use flower language so each bouquet has a cute meaning~

This will be for just the Brothers, but I will have another post out for the Undateables' version 😊

Lucifer:

Gives him a bouquet of red carnations (symbolising love, pride, and admiration) and Peonies (symbolising happy life, happy marriage, good health, and prosperity).

The oldest was in his study, sighing over the stack of paperwork he had been trying to dwindle down all morning.

Their boyfriend has been so busy and stressed lately; the human simply wanted to help ease things for him, but in a new and meaningful way.

At first, the demon didn't didn't even acknowledge when MC stepped in, but when they approached his desk and started rocking on their feet nervously, the man sighed once more and looked up at them.

"I'm sorry, Love. What is it?"

"Okay so...I did a thing..." They mumbled before revealing the bouquet from behind their back.

The Avatar of Pride raised an eyebrow before letting a soft smile spread across his face.

"They are very beautiful. However, I don't recall there being any occasion for them."

"There is though!" MC insisted. "These flowers represent a message for you!"

Lucifer took the human's wrist and guided them around the desk and onto his lap. Arms around them, the demon stared down at the bouquet.

"I see." He kissed their neck. "Well, I'm afraid I am not caught up on my flower language so I'll be relying on your interpretation."

The human blushed and could feel the man's low chuckle from behind them.

"If you truly have a message for me, Love, now is the time to say it."

"I..." MC hid their face in the flowers and mumbled a little. "The red carnations are for love and admiration...I love you so much and I admire how hard you work...but the peonies are for a happy life and good health. I...want you to take better care of yourself."

"I take it you're worried for me?"

"Luce...you didn't come to bed last night and you were in here all day yesterday. Of course, I'm worried--and don't say you can handle this because even so, stress and lack of sleep are not good for you."

The man let out a long sigh before adjusting the human in his arms and rising from his seat.

"L-Luce?"

"If what you need from me is some rest then so be it."

Wouldn't usually give in so easily, but his Love put so much thought into expressing their worry so it would be wrong to simply dismiss them.

Mammon:

Gives him a bouquet of Alstromeria (symbol of wealth, prosperity, and fortune, as well as a flower of friendship) and Sweet Peas (symbolic of departure after having a good time).

It was the night before MC was being sent back to the Human realm. They knocked on his bedroom door and the second brother let them in, eyeing the flowers with a red face.

"W-What are those for??"

"For you." MC smiled. "It's...ya know since I'm leaving tomorrow. It's a thank-you."

Mammon grinned, trying to act confident.

"Well of course you got these for me! You got a lot to thank me for looking out for ya, now dontcha?"

"I really do." MC handed them to the demon. "There's a meaning to my flower choices though. Alstromeria is to wish you luck in money matters and express how much your friendship has meant to me. The sweet peas...to say that I had a lot of fun with you this school year."

The second brother went silent. I mean, what was he supposed to say after hearing that they put so much thought into giving him freaking flowers.

"Just...thank you for everything, Mammon. Really." MC leaned in and kissed his cheek before turning to the door.

The man's brain was short circuiting from the kiss, but still managed to push through the flustered-ness to call out.

"Oil! Wait a second 'ere!"

MC looked over their shoulder, eyebrows raised.

"Yeah?"

The words died in his mouth. This was his last chance to tell them how he felt...but he wonder if there was any point in it anymore? I mean, they leave tomorrow...

Despite still having the urge to say something, the man lowered his head and waved off the human.

"Eh, forget. Go to bed or something. I have things to do."

And then they left, just as he told them.

Now he's left wondering if he should of spoken up or not he should have.

Leviathan:

Gives him a bouquet of Hydrangeas (symbolising heartfelt emotions and used to express gratitude of being understood) and Anemone (which has a positive meaning of anticipation).

It was a couple days before MC had to return to the Human realm.

The two were hanging out like it was any other day though. Levi was immersed in his game, so much so that he didn't notice when MC left the room and came back with the bouquet.

"Levi, pause the game."

"Dude, it's an online match--"

Their boyfriend dropped the controller when he saw the flowers. His face went red as he just ceased to function.

"Levi?"

"W-W-What the hell are those?!"

"Flowers?"

"W-Well duh" He stammered out. "But why are they in my room?"

Because surely, surely they were not for him. I mean, why would the human be giving flowers to a stinky otaku like himself?

"They're for you."

Error. Blue screen. Levi.exe has stopped working. Please reset your Levi and--

"I...look." MC continued. "The hydrangeas represent...well, just how I appreciate the fact that I can be open with you. I feel like you're the only person who truly gets me...not just here in the Devildom, but even compared to those in the Human realm. The anemone...well, it has different meanings, but I'm using it to show that...I can't wait to find my way back to you."

The human was now blushing though not as much as the demon in front of them.

"Basically...I wanna say that I'm glad I'm your Henry and I'll always look forward to finding my way back to you...Levi?"

The man was tearing up.

"Sh-Shut up, Normie...I'm not crying..."

MC laughed and leaned in to kiss their boyfriend.

Yeah...they're happy to be his Henry 💕

Satan:

Gives him a bouquet of Purple Irises (symbolising eloquence, wisdom, and compliments) and Tulips (signifies a declaration of love and symbolizes perfect love).

Met the fourth brother in the library for their weekly study session.

Satan has been helping MC with some of their harder classes and in turn, the two had been spending a lot more time together

Which made it only too easy for the human to fall for him.

"Satan?"

The blonde looked up from the textbook he was skimming through in search of the correct page and raised an eyebrow as he saw MC standing before him, fidgeting in place and head down while hiding something behind their back.

"Is there something you need help with?"

"N-No...I..." The Human bit their lip. "Um...do you know anything about flower language?"

"Floriography? I suppose I know a fair amount." The demon watched them closely. "Do you have any questions based on the language?"

"No, I mean--" MC quickly shoved the bouquet in his face, their own face glowing a bright red. "Please accept these..."

The blonde took the flowers in confusion, staring down at them. Once he identified the flowers in the bouquet, a blush swept across his face, but was quickly replaced by a grin.

"Well now, why don't you tell me what these flowers mean to you?"

"D-Don't you know what they mean already?"

"I'd rather hear it from your lips, Kitten."

The human covered their face when they heard the new nickname.

"Kitten, I cannot accept these if you won't tell me their meaning."

MC lowered their hands.

"I...they..." The human mumbled. "The purple irises are to...well, thank you for your help and show that I really...really admire how knowledgeable you are. And...a-and the tulips..."

"And what about the tulips?"

"Please stop teasing me..."

The blonde chuckled before setting the bouquet on the table next to them and pulling MC close.

"Alright then. My answer is that I feel the same way, Kitten."

"Really?!"

The demon goes to fetch a vase for the flowers to sit on the table with them as they study.

Asmodeus:

Gives him of a bouquet of White Lilies (symbolising modesty and virginity), Aster (symbolising patience), purple lilac (symbolising first love), and Anemone (which mainly has negative symbolism to it, but can also be used to to symbolize anticipation in a positive interpretation).

The Avatar of Lust went to his room to change out of his school uniform and found the human sitting on his bed with the bouquet.

"Aww, Doll!"

The man rush over and squeeze the human in an embrace, carefully of the flowers.

"Oh you're so sweet! Getting me flowers like this!"

MC hid their face in their boyfriend's shoulder.

"Azzy...I have something to say."

"Okay~ what is it?"

MC pulled back and stared down at the flowers.

"I...do you know anything about Floriography?"

"Flower language? Oh, Doll, who do you think you're talking to? Of course~."

"Well...I used that for this bouquet."

"Ooo okay." The man gently took the bouquet from them. "Let's see then~ I see Lilies and Asters. Oh! A couple lilacs-- I love you two, Dolly."

He leaned in and kissed them.

"Oh and--" The smile that had been on his face suddenly fell when he spotted the anemone. "Dolly...is something wrong?"

The human started tugging on their sleeves.

"I'm sorry..."

"Hey...come here."

The demon laid the bouquet on the bed and pulled MC back into his arms. Face buried back into his shoulder, the man stroked his human's hair.

"It's okay. You know you can talk to me, right?"

MC didn't speak at first, just let their boyfriend's gentle comfort calm them for a bit.

"I...I'm sorry." They mumbled again. "I've probably just been overthinking. I just...it wouldn't leave my mind so even though it's hard to say, I knew I needed to talk about it and I thought it'd be easier with the flowers..."

"It's okay, Dolly. Take your time; I'm right here."

The demon kissed the top of the human's head.

"I just...you've been really good about not pushing me into...ya know...that next step. And I really appreciate it and everything because I've never done anything like that before. You're the first person I've ever dated, the first person I've ever fallen in love with...you've been my first date, my first kiss...and I want you to have my next first, but I'm still anxious about it. I feel bad though; I feel like I'm disappointing you since you're the Avatar of Lust and I just--"

"Oh Honey no!" The man didn't mean to interrupt them; he simply couldn't hold his words in anymore. "It's not like that at all. I'm with you for you, not your body. I can wait as long as you need me to."

He pulled away so he could look them in the eyes.

"I'm not going to be disappointed because you're not ready. We can wait as long as you need, okay?"

"Are...are you sure?"

"Of course, Doll. I don't want you to feel pressured into it. When we take that next step, I want it to be just beautiful and memorable for you as it will be for me and not something you feel obligated to do, okay?"

The Avatar of Lust finds a vase for the flowers and sets them on his vanity before cuddling up with the human in bed, keeping them close and murmuring sweet compliments and praises in their ear.

Asmo can wait. As long as he can hold his Dolly close and love them with all of his heart, he could wait a million years for them if that's what they needed.

Beelzebub:

Gives him a bouquet of Sunflowers (symbolising adoration, dedication, and dedicated love) and Peonies (symbolic of bashfulness, but also a happy life, happy marriage, and prosperity).

MC was too excited to give it to him so they waited outside of House of Lamentation for him to come back from practice.

"Beel! Beely come look!"

The redhead smiled at their Muffin and quickened his steps until he was right next to them.

"Here~." MC proudly presented the bouquet to him.

"It's very pretty. Thank you." Beel took the bouquet before leaning down and kissing the human.

"It's more than a bouquet though! It has symbolic meaning."

The demon raised.

"What's it mean then?"

MC blushed a bit before diverting their gaze from their boyfriend--or rather their fiancé since his proposed recently, hence why they made this bouquet for him.

"It's just...another way of saying I hope we'll always be happy together."

The big guys smiled before picking up his Muffin and kissing their forehead.

"I know we will, Muffin. Always."

Belphegor:

Gives him a bouquet of Statices (symbolizes remembrance and sympathy) and Red Roses (symbolising a deep love).

Sleepy boy woke up so confused when he found the flower basically shoved in his face.

"...What the hell am I looking at?"

"Flowers."

"No duh, Butthead." He pushed the flowers away, looking up at his Human. "I mean, why do you have them?"

"They're for you."

The man sighed.

"Fine..." He took the bouquet and set it on the other side of the bed before pulling MC down to him so they could lay together.

"Belphie, there's a point to them; they have meaning."

The man's eyes were already closed, ready to go back to sleep.

"Yeah? What?"

Silence. Avatar of Sloth cracked open an eye and saw his Human's expression weighed down with sadness.

"What's wrong?" Both eyes opened, he tightened his hold on them.

"It's...it's my way asking you to let it go."

Now it was the demon's turn to go silent.

Since the Incident™️, Belphie's been extra protective of them, but simultaneously really distant and harsh? It's been a back and forth sort of thing and even when they started dating, the trend stayed.

MC knew that he was just afraid of hurting them again. Sometimes he felt that keeping them close was for the best and others, he felt like pushing them away was. This back and forth was all because of the guilt that he carried.

Nervous, the human continued.

"The roses represent how much I love you and the statices...to show that even though I have not forgotten, I understand why you did it and I'm not upset. I forgave you instantly because I knew the pain you were in. I just...now I need you to forgive yourself, Belphie."

The demon buried his face in their neck.

"I don't want to talk about this."

"Oh...I'm sorry."

Belphie pulled back and gave the human a small kiss.

"Don't apologize for everything." He kissed them again. "You didn't do anything wrong."

It will take a lot more than a bouquet to make their boyfriend's guilt disappear, but the love and care behind it...the demon felt it, even if he didn't say it out loud.

#obey me #obey me otome #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me mc

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atlasira · 3 years ago

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okay just to piggy back off of this ask and speak more about my feelings on LITG’s mlm content:

i had a feeling smthg was up with the gay specifically mlm writing because playing a wlw route (aj, yas, or lily) during the boat party, it was made blatantly clear tai and ciaran were boyfriends. it was stated.

i’ve recently come to find out that if you were romancing a man, then that distinction is never given. they never make it clear tai & ciaran are in an actual relationship, and even if FB still wanted to make them single, they still don’t even reference a past romantic relationship where they broke up or smthg. i’ve seen players say they genuinely thought tai and ciaran were just friends the entire time. very ‘gal pal/bromance’-ey but while it’s easy to fault player dense-ness, the writing behind their relationship was also just weirdly lacking?? it felt as if FB didn’t want to include a blatant mlm relationship unless they were sure the player was in a same sex relationship as well. that they wanted to keep that aspect out of sight most likely for straight players “in case they didn’t want to see that”, but made sure to throw it in for LGB players for brownie points.

and even before the boat party in the original season 3 arc the writing behind their relationship is?? awkward?? i dont mean they’re awkward, but that the literal writing is. you’ll see instances of the other happy couples acting like theyre smitten with each other, flirting, kissing, being generally very intimate, etc. while with tai and ciaran, the most they ever did was hold hands and cuddle one (1) time. im not saying things necessarily shouldve been more sensual because that might be going into fetishistic territory. and as someone thats not a mlm i dont know how to articulate the complexities behind that well, nor is it even really my place as i dont experience that kinda of microaggressional homophobia (while wlws experience it in a similar way, it’s still not the exact same).

what i mean is just that it was almost like the writing behind tai and ciaran’s relationship was.... tip toeing around it? like fusebox didnt want to make them seem too coupley, but just coupley enough to get rep points. i mean ffs i dont think they smooched once during the entire season! on a game called Love Island! meanwhile we’ll get scenes of genevieve straight up grinding on harry (a guy she didn’t even really like) and camilo talking about bringing iona home to his family. meanwhile tai and ciaran get what? a “flirty debate” on socks and fucking sandals?????

and then, going back even further to season 2 with arjun and elijah, them getting together was seen as more of a joke than an actual serious coupling. a “haha why not #bromance” instead of genuine romantic feelings being involved. now, i dont remember much from the wedding, but apparently their relationship being serious was confirmed there. however, even that felt like a crumb because its only mentioned in passing and quickly glossed over. if you didnt latch onto it, it was easily forgettable and possibly even missed. tai and ciaran were hands down much better rep but even they couldve been done better by a mile.

this is what i meant in my original response when i said “clunky at best” (tai x ciaran) and seen as just smthg of a joke at worst (arjun x elijah laughing about being a ‘thing’ in s2). the mlm content couldve been done so much better, and if its true that the employees themselves wanted to do so but were hindered by the higher ups, then that, alongside all their other issues, just adds to the fact that FB very desperately needs new management bc what theyre doing now and what theyve done before just aint it.

#love island the game #litg #babbles #long text post //

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jeks-tgs · 3 years ago

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@a-guest-for-mr-spider

Okay firstly, thank you for the excuse to ramble about my AU, secondly, so while both those are Very Good and I'm definitely tempted to make timeline-correct AUs for this now (oh the Angst Potential of that first option), this is very different

Buckle your seatbelts, kids, because when I said self-indulgent I meant self-indulgent, this is such a ridiculous concept with little to no basis in canon that purely exists because I listened to Family by Mother Mother too long

This AU is pretty different from TMA canon. In this AU, Jon develops eldritch abilities from a very young age, and is kind of implied to be an accidental Agnes?? An Eye cult in his neighbourhood basically tried to bring about a prophet birth of their own, but accidentally messed up Jon's birth because his mother was in the hospital room right next to the Eye cults nonsense. Jon's parents die like in canon, his grandmother is negligent like in canon, but the key difference is that alot of Spooky Shit just starts happening around him and he's Eye-aligned from a young age.

Oh, and instead of going home after Mr. Spider, he gets kidnapped by the Eye cult on the way back, and he isn't eight, he's like five. (Why was someone as old as Jon's bully nessing with a five year old? Because plot. Also he was enough of a douche to target an eight year old, what's three years younger to him.)

Jon is there for a while, maybe until he's eight or nine, and is basically used as a test subject for rituals, gathering information, trying to get him to be their perfect prophet they wanted, all very traumatic for a scared little kid who doesn't know what's going on. On top of all that, finding out he does have powers and isn't human just adds on to his stress. Him being taken at such a young age also kinda fucks him up, as his first real memory is Mr. Spider, followed by being raised by the Eye cult who he somehow Knows aren't his family.

Now, during all this, Michael has been yeeted into the Spiral by Gertrude, and has been trying to hurt the Eye as he associates it with Gertrude and the Institute. He catches wind of a little ritual going on, heads on down to ruin it, and holy shit, that is a child, being shoved into Becoming by those he should be able to trust. Michael can't help but see himself in that scared little kid, and hey, what better way to crash the party then to steal the tiny eldritch prophet child right out from under their noses?

'Unfortunately' for Michael, Jon latches onto his saviour quick, and just kinda worms his way into Michael's life permanently. He ends up growing up with Michael as his big brother (calling himself 'dad' felt too weird), and though Michael tries his best, Jon stays involved with the supernatural and with the Beholding. He kind of grows up around alot of Avatars as a result, and by the time he shows up at the Magnus Institute, Elias almost screams in joy because wow this guy is COVERED in marks from like every entity, he'll make the perfect Archivist. Jon gets hired, Gertrude dies, Jon gets the promotion, and the season 1 Archival crew is together at last.

And that is the long and convoluted path that lands us at the AU's story itself, wherein Jon is essentially every Avatar's favourite baby cousin and this both solves alot of canon problems and causes a whole bunch of new ones. Jon's prickly nature is essentially him trying to keep humans out of his personal life because ummm his brother has Knives For Fingers. Despite the trauma and hurt/comfort, it is a very silly, very fun AU, and hopefully I cam get the inspiration to write it!

As a thank you for reading this whole long thing, here's a protective Michael and a baby Jon with a juicebox!

#the magnus archives #tma #tma au #tma found family au #mentions of child abuse #mentions of child neglect #body horror #eye strain #I should have coloured the Michael doodle in to make it easier to look at oof #Martin can forget about Prentiss in this because Michael is definitely his new Avatar problem now #Martin: *glances at Jon for .5 seconds*#Michael 'I'd kill the world for my impromptu baby brother' Distortion: *squints* I don't like that—#Mod Jeks #Jeks do a ramble

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autumnleaves1991-blog · 4 years ago

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Day 10: Used Tea Bags - Javier Pena

This takes place during season 3 of Narcos. Honestly I love season 3 Javier when he’s the boss and even more stressed and I just want to rub his shoulders and tell him it’s all going to be okay.

Pairing: Javier Pena x reader

Rating: 18+ language and implied sexual situations.

November Writing Challenge Masterlist (Holy crap I am 1/3 of the way done!)

Day 9: No, you don’t - Maxwell Lord

It was late, the sounds of cumbia played through the open window from the bar down the street. The well worn kitchen table is covered in maps, half drunken cups of coffee, a chipped plate is covered in cigarette butts, some still smoldering, and on another is several used tea bags bleeding onto the plate. The world should be sleeping but not here, here there were plans to be made.

Javier Pena kneeled next to the coffee table flanked by Trujillo, and Colonel Hugo Martinez on his left and Chris Feistl and Daniel Van Ness on his right. A map of Cali with different routes to the airport are highlighted. The Cali police force are crooked as hell so they needed a way around them, if they got in there and actually found Gilberto Rodriquez they needed to figure a way to get him out of Cali and back to Bogota without any corruption. The only way to do that was to plan everything in secret.

You had been assigned to work with Javier upon his return to Columbia as his assistant. Everyone had warned you before he got there about Agent Pena, saying he was an asshole, womanizer, and should have gone to jail for his involvement with Los Pepes. But, you tried to go into it with an open mind.

When you first introduced yourself the only thing that stuck out to you was how exhausted he looked and not just physically. His eyes held a weariness that couldn’t fade from only a good night's rest. He was reluctant at first to accept any help whether it be in the form of a cup of coffee, an ashtray, or a file he had left on your desk the night before.

But you never gave up, always thinking one step ahead of him. You handed him a file before he even asked for it, you brought him lunch before he starved to death in his office, and you always knew when he was low on cigarettes because a new pack would appear on his desk. He tried to tell you he was quitting but you both knew that was bull shit.

When Feistl and Van Ness made their connection to ‘Natalia’ the informant inside the Cali cartel things began to move quickly. It became apparent that they needed to work under the radar on this one. They needed to find somewhere they could meet but would also be discreet and before Javier could even asked you offered your apartment as ground zero for taking down Gilberto Rodriquez. The small government provided apartment wasn’t meant to hold more than maybe two people but over the past few nights it held at least ten at all times. Not only the Colonel, and Trujillo but Pena, the DEA guys, and several loyal members of Search Bloc.

At this point you're sure your neighbors believe you’ve become a prostitute from the revolving door of men who come through your door during the night. Especially Senora Rivera who yesterday morning gave you a rosary before telling you she is praying that you don’t get any diseases from the men you keep company. What a charming neighbor she is. You're tempted to bake her some chocolate chip cookies and ask a few Search Bloc guys to deliver them but you know that will only make it worse.

Javi is going over the plan for the twelfth time that night and you're in the kitchen making another pot of coffee. You yawn silently to yourself before pouring the steaming magic into the cups and putting them on the tray to bring them to the men in the living room. They nod there thanks and you return the gesture taking the remaining two cups over to the window and tapping lightly. On the fire escape are two armed Search Bloc members keeping their eyes open onto the street below. They take the cups gratefully before thanking you.

“Estrella, can you come over here?” Javier calls you.

You turn raising one eyebrow at the nickname but you don’t correct him, “Si, what’s up?”

“I want you to sit down and listen to the plan, if there is anything you think we missed or does not add up I need you to tell me. People’s lives could be at stake if we make any mistakes.”

Feistl sighs loudly running his hands over his face, “Pena why the hell are you going to explain this to her? She’s not going to understand any of this!”

You have to bite your tongue before you say something you regret. Luckily the looks the other men give him are enough to shut him up. “Because idiot it’s good to get a fresh set of eyes on these things, and she can always see things before I even think them so sit down, shut up, and let her listen. I’m sorry Estrella, can you sit please?” he gestures to the seat across from him.

You sit down and nod your head. Javier proceeds to go through the entire plan again. Describing the whole thing from beginning to end, it was truly brilliant to use a poultry truck to transport Rodriquez to the airport, no one would be looking for a poultry truck….Except for any of the crooked Cali cops that see him being arrested.

You interrupt Javier, “What about two trucks?”

“What do you mean Estrella?”

You try to prevent the blush that is slowly creeping up your neck from the new nickname, “I mean using the poultry truck is brilliant but why not have two trucks a decoy to mislead them. Someone else can drive the other truck and lead the cops on a wild goose chase while the truck containing Rodriquez goes to the airport.”

The Colonel grabs a new cigarette before lighting it, “that's’ damn genius, they will see the truck when we arrest Gilberto but they won’t know there are two. We get them to follow the wrong truck and we are in the clear,” he smiles at you, the first smile you had seen on his face.

Javier is just about beaming at you from across the table and you listen for several more hours as they rework the plan to include your idea. When they finish each man feels like the best plan has been laid forward and they break up the group to go home. Tomorrow would be a big day for them all and they would need to be on the road to Cali by ten AM if they wanted their plan to work.

You walk everyone to the door, and as they leave one by one they thank you for the use of your apartment until they are all gone except for Javier and Fiestl. “Hey boss, are you leaving soon? I want to have a private talk with our hostess,” Fiestl asks gesturing with his thumb toward you.

You frantically shake your head no begging Javier not to leave you alone with the DEA agent, “Actually I have some more things to finalize before we leave tomorrow, just ignore me it will be like I’m not even here,” he smirks at you and you are half tempted to walk across the room and slap the smirk off his face.

Chris turns to you, “So uhm listen, I know that this is all really scary for you, but I want to let you know that we are all going to be ok. And I was kind of wondering when we get back if you’d like to go out and get a drink?”

You try not to let the cringe show on your face, “Oh uhm Chris, thank you but I don’t really drink and uhm…” you're trying to think of some other excuse when you lock eyes with Javier across the room. Gone is the smirk and instead you see something dark in his eyes, unwavering, and you know what to say, “I’m actually already with someone else, it’s not really a public thing but I’m really serious about him.”

Chris’s right arm comes up to scratch the back of his head, and he lets out an awkward chuckle. “It’s ok, you don’t have to lie to me. I understand.”

“I’m not lying. This guy he...he drives me crazy, he’s better than any drug on the market I...I’m already taken, I’m his.” You can feel the burning gaze of the man on the couch and it takes all your strength not to look at him,

Chris lowers his head nodding before turning towards the door turning at the last moment to say, “he’s a lucky man then, goodnight,” before he leaves shutting the door behind him.

You don’t turn away from the door scared to death of what you will see behind you. You are so focused on keeping your breathing level you don’t notice Javier has gotten up and is now behind you. You let out a small yelp when he spins you around to face him. “Did you mean it?” His voice is raspy and deep from years of smoking and his cologne is deep and strong in your lungs.

You're worried your voice will betray you but you need to get this out, “Yes...you do drive me absolutely insane, but we both know what’s been going on here, I’m yours...I’ve always been yours,” you whisper.

The hands on your waist slide against your lower back pulling you even closer to him. You can smell the smoke, and coffee on his breath and you try to calm down your heartbeat but it’s useless when he looks you in the eyes and says, “mine.”

You crash together, his mouth is fused to your own and every single one of your senses is screaming Javier. His taste, his touch, his smell it’s all overwhelming and you cry out when you feel him grope your breast through your shirt. His lips move towards your neck and begin nipping as his tongue tracing along the same path to the curve of your ear, “bedroom?” The raspy question breaks you from the haze and you pull him towards the small bedroom.

The whole way your lips never break from his skin even though you both aren’t the most graceful and when you both land in the bed with a small grunt that’s the last discomfort you felt for the night, from then on it was all pleasure.

When the sunlight streams through the sheer curtains the next morning, illuminating the bed in the warm glow of the morning. Rough calloused fingers trace patterns over the top of your exposed back and you smile before nuzzling yourself further in the warmth of Javier’s chest. He smells like smoke, leather, and cologne; an intoxicating combination.

“I have to leave soon,” his voice is raspy and heavy from sleep.

“I know...but I really wish you didn’t have too,” you tell him, pulling back to look into his eyes, “but when you come back you will be the man who took down Gilberto Rodriguez.”

“This better work,” he sighs, “or else I will probably be sent back stateside, I messed up once already, they aren’t going to let me do it again.”

“You're going to succeed! Don’t be so defeatist, your amazing at what you do your-”

“Would you come with me?” he asks so quietly you almost don’t hear him.

“What?” you whisper.

He takes a few minutes to collect himself before he asks again, “if I get sent home, would you come with me back to Texas? I...I am not the same person I was when I first came here. Yes, I drink too much, I smoke too much, and I can be a real asshole but I’ve never been shy about what I want. I want you Estrella.”

You have to remind yourself to breathe before you close your eyes letting out a small sigh, “Yes, yes I would go with you Javi. Remember what I said last night? I’m yours.”

He pulls you back towards his chest, putting a finger underneath your chin and fusing your lips together he only pulls back once to repeat the same thing he told you the night before, “mine.”

Day 11: Walking the dog- William Miller

#November writing challenge #day 10 #Narcos #javier peña #Javier pena x reader #Pedro Pascal

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Yet another fanart-inspired work, because all I do lately is scroll Twitter and feel pain because of the leaks. Check it out -----> https://twitter.com/AnnLuVazzel/status/1392937671467671554/photo/1

I just wanted to take my mind off canon which is turning into a pile of flaming garbage.... So have some HS AU shenanigans instead!

“Dark knight! Dark knight!”

A weight crashed into the side of Eren’s body, familiar fingers quickly grasping his arm.

“C’mon Miki,”, he mumbled, ”I told you not to call me that in public.”

But when he looked at her, seeing the giddy look on her face and the light in her eyes, Eren couldn’t be mad at his girlfriend. Why did it matter that she called him strange names when he got to look at her from this close, when he got to…

Turning his body to face her better, Eren leaned in and Mikasa quickly got the message. Tilting her head she kissed him, her lips meeting his in a familiar and practiced movement. As it should, considering that they have been together for a year already.

When they first met, three years back, Eren thought that Mikasa is weird. The occult lover’s strange style of clothing and makeup and how she was adamant about calling him a “Dark Knight”, her defender against Jean’s advances, annoyed him at first. But then he got to know her, and those prejudices faded away.

Mikasa was a sweet, gentle being, hiding herself behind a wall of indifference and goth-ness, the more time they spent together the more he liked her. He also began to notice that she is really cute, especially when one of the rare smiles crossed her pale face. It took Eren a year and a half before he truly realized his feelings, and another six months to gather his courage and ask Mikasa out.

They went to see a movie, and although it was an interesting one with some man-eating giants running around Eren couldn’t fully concentrate on it. His eyes kept traveling to Mikasa’s face, seeing the tiny tears that appeared in the corners of her eyes when the main hero died. Armin would enjoy it if he was here, but Eren managed to croak his plan to him over the phone and the blond did what a true friend does and stayed home.

After the movie they grabbed ice cream, Mikasa’s favorite treat, and just strolled through the city while Eren kept repeating the whole speech in his head.

“Hey Mika,”, he began, getting her to stop and face him, “How do you… you know... feel about me?”

An adorable blush spread over her cheeks while she whispered some words that made no sense, and Eren knew that he would have to be the one to break it.

“I kinda like you.”, he deadpanned, “And I was wondering if you like me too.”

She stared at him, wide-eyed, stared for so long that Eren wondered if he didn’t break her with those words. But then the silence stretched from cute to uncomfortable and he realized that he probably put her on a spot – she was trying to figure out the gentlest way to let him down. That was not what friends do, so cursing himself inwardly, Eren offered her a way out.

“Sorry, that was a strange thing to ask.”, half-turning away, he went on, “Let’s….”

Her fingers grasped the sleeve of his shirt, holding on with much more strength than Mikasa’s slender build suggested. When she looked up to meet his eyes, the adoration that Eren saw in her face was everything he ever hoped for.

“I kinda like you too.”, she confessed.

And that was that.

Dating Mikasa Ackerman came with a number of things that Eren never realized when he asked her out, but that became known to him over their year-long romantic relationship.

It meant having to check his face anytime Eren went anywhere public because Mikasa was a messy kisser and her black lipstick left marks everywhere.

It meant dealing with Mikasa’s older brother, who – even with his short stature – scared the living shit out of him.

It meant a slow exploration of their intimacy and finding out that Mikasa, despite being so shy on the outside, could be demanding once private. She knew what she liked and wasn’t afraid to ask for it, and this went to the point where they watched porn together so Eren would get an idea of how to improve his stroke game. There was still something that she wasn’t telling him, he suspected, a darker side of her that only came out when Mikasa was truly losing control. Like those times when, deep in a haze, she asked him to slap her, spank her, or pushed Eren to be rougher….

Well, he was willing to give anything a try, as long as it was with her. Mikasa would tell him about these things once she felt comfortable about it, and Eren had no reason to push her. The things that they were doing together were already something from his wildest dreams.

“Do you have plans today?”, she asked, once they began walking home from school, still holding onto his arm.

Yea she was clingy, but he didn’t mind it one bit. Plus, walking around school and having the most beautiful girl there hold onto you like this? Let’s just say that it gave Eren quite an ego boost.

“Not really,”, he answered her question, “since I aced the test today – thanks to your tutoring I might add, I have free time.”

“Oh, come over then, my parents aren’t home.”, her face lit up, “We can watch a movie together.”

“Is it Twilight?”

“Maybe….”

Eren used to hate these movies because he found them stupid and cheesy, but as he dated Mikasa he began to appreciate the more subtle things that watching this vampire on werewolf action brought. Like the fact that Mikasa was easily distracted from the movie, and when he kissed down her neck she rarely told him to stop. Or that seeing Edward shirtless seemed to turn her on, and Eren was right there to help Mikasa’s horny thoughts.

Honestly speaking, he would shake Mr. Pattison’s hand for all the good times his performance blessed him with.

They passed the walk home with small things, talking about school and whatnot until Mikasa was unlocking the door to her house and letting him in. The first thing Eren did was check if they are indeed alone and for one reason only – while he liked both Mr. and Mrs. Ackerman, Levi was his nightmare and was sneaky as a cat. If he ever caught Eren doing anything intimate with Mikasa, it would probably be the last thing the poor boy ever did in his life.

Mikasa went to get some snacks and Eren was left in charge of preparing the movie. He turned on her laptop, found the movie but also noticed that the battery was quite low. Searching for the charger, he couldn’t find it anywhere so Eren checked the nightstand next to Mikasa’s bed. However, the third drawer held quite a surprise and it wasn’t a laptop charger.

Unsure of what the hell it was, Eren pulled the thing out and inspected it. Two black leather straps connected to a red rubber ball in the middle, with the straps having a buckle at the end so it could be locked in place.

What the…?

The door opened and Mikasa was back, but her smile faltered as soon as she saw what Eren was holding. Eyes darting between his confused face and the thing in his hand, she scrambled for an excuse.

“I.. Uhm… I can explain.”, she squeaked.

And that was when Eren took the wind out of her sails.

“Is this like a goth accessory?“, he asked in such an innocent voice that she wanted to burst.

“H-Huh?”

“Like your chokers, you know,”, Eren gestured at her vaguely, indicating the collection of odd jewelry Mikasa wore, “Piercings, necklaces, things like that. Is this such a thing too?”

She stared at him, unblinking, deciphering what the hell did he just say.

Oh god. Oh god her dark knight was so innocent and cute. He had no idea…

“Kind of..”, she drawled, weighing her options.

She could lie, say that it is indeed just one of her odd decorations, let him continue living in darkness. He would probably never find out, as Mikasa had a hard time imagining where her Eren would ever come across a ball gag.

Or….

She could tell him the truth, reveal that she enjoys using toys in the bedroom, teach him how to use them. The sex was good but it could be so much more, the possibilities this course of actions unlocked….

The fire igniting in her lower belly was the only answer Mikasa needed.

“… but not really.”, she finished her thought, stepping closer to her boyfriend and taking that toy from between his fingers.

His beautiful emerald eyes were confused as he watched Mikasa snap the leather strap. She had him in her clutches now, deep in her lair, and she wouldn’t let her dark knight leave until he learned a thing or two about her kinks. Mikasa’s gaze drawing him in better than any spell, the half-smile on her beautiful face holding him in place, Eren listened as her next words were said in that low sensual voice that never failed to make his spine tingle.

“Let me show you.”

#eremika #fanfic #fuck the ending

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