#but ah well i powered through! and was mostly not sick for most of the day

[whentherewerebicycles]

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[winnieiscalmeth]

Notes: First songfic ever so it might not be of best quality! Fun fact! I absolutely hated songfics back then but I think they are kinda romantical now <3

Prompts: Songfic, first kiss, sickness, and slow dancing.

Proofread?: Nop

A Sentinel was chasing you and a few friends; destroying everything in its path. Unfortunately, you were unable to escape and the mutant killer grabbed you. It's eyes glowing, ready to send you to your undeserved grave. Then it malfunctioned; a street light went through the right eye and it caved in. Reacting instinctively it let go of you, and you felt yourself land in someone's arms. You stared up at your savior. Her white bangs and brown jacket that was filled with a sweet but strong perfume. What stuck out most was her Black lipstick.

The night we met I knew I...

Needed you so.

She must have noticed your stunned look and smirked. "Well, aren't you cute?" Her green eyes locked onto yours. Your nerves sent waves of electricity through your limbs. "You will be safe with me darling, don't you worry" The cool breeze flew through your hair as she began to float again.

You stayed at the mansion after that. Not wanting to be on the enemy's radar. You mostly stayed around Rogue since she was the one who saved you and helped you train.

And if I had the chance I'd

Never let you go.

You understandably caught feelings for the southern woman but never gained the courage to confess. You tried to push those feelings back and focus on getting better at using your powers. Rogue didn't help much. With her flirting and innuendos while training, it made you fall back in love again every time.

But instead of accepting her attempts at loving you, you brush them off as you just being delusional again.

So won't you say you love me?

I'll make you so proud of me.

"Doyouwannahavedinnerwithmetonight?" You blurted out, immediately regretting it and clapsing your hands over your mouth. You watched her flinch before turning around.

"I'm sorry honey I didn't hear a word you said"

"Nothing" You picked up your book and ignored her skeptical look.

"You're lying" She pointed at you.

"No I'm not" You pushed the boom further into your face.

We'll make 'em turn their heads

Every place we go.

Rogue put an arm over your shoulders. "Did you just ask me out?" she teased.

"You were not supposed to here that-"

"Don't worry yourself sick about it sugar, I'm free tonight anyway"

So won't you please,

Be my,

"Be my baby~" Rogue's arm reached over the table for yours. Your face became warmer, as her words reached your ears. You lift her hand up and placed it on your face. The diner you took her to wasn't crowded. A booth was available in the corner, for you both to freely talk with each other.

"My one and only baby." When she spoke to you it felt like it wasn't laced with that joking tone she always gave you, but filled with absolute yearning.

Say you'll be my darlin'

Be my baby now,

Oh, oh, oh, oh

I'll make you happy, baby

Just wait and see.

Rogue was dressed up in one of the hoodies she "borrowed" from you. She had arrived at the mansion after being out searching for matching Halloween costumes for the both of you. Hearing her step into your room, you looked up from your desk.

"Hey, sugar! Ah' missed you" She rested her arm on your chair, and hovered over the book you were ready.

"But you left out a few minutes ago." You chuckled, grabbing her cheek to give her a quick kiss before going back to your book.

For every kiss you give me,

Rogue body began heating up. Her once-cold fingertips, regained it's warmth. Your smug look made her even more hot, and of course she wasn't letting that slide. You felt her grab your shirt collar before picking you up out of the chair and planting kisses on your face and lips. Covering you with her Black lipstick.

I'll give you three.

You stared at the ceiling, groggily. With the seasons changing, you would get bedridden. And being sick was the worst thing that could happen, since it felt like you were dying. The light from the hallway seep into your dark room and Rogue peeked in with a bowl.

Oh since the day I saw you

I have been waiting for you.

"Ah' made you some soup hun." All you could do was groan in response. "Aw, my poor baby's sick" Rogue said as she helped lift you up. She raised the spoon to your mouth. You relax as the warm broth satisfies your weakened body.

"Guess we shouldn't have gone out that day," Your froggy throat mustered out. Rogue hummed and laid down next to you.

"But at least we get to spend time together" You leaned more into her neck.

"You're gonna get sick"

She laughed before hugging your waist. "Ah' don't care about that stuff. I'm strong enough to fight a lil' cold anyway"

You know I will adore you

'Til eternity.

So won't you please,

"Be my, be my baby" You sang along as you waltzed around the room with Rogue in hand. The radio played the old song. "Be my little baby"

"You really like this song do you?" She said twirling you around.

My one and only baby

"You sang this to me, remember?" You leaned your forehead onto hers. "Say you'll be my darlin' "

You both stayed like that, swaying slowly while cradling each other. Just basking in the other's presence, singing the next chorus together.

"Be my, be my baby"

Be my baby now,

(My one and only baby)

Whoa-oh-oh-oh~

[hecatemoon87]

Nature Documentary: Tom Hardy Characters

Leo Demidov

Ah, and here we see a rare Russian lion pondering the existence of evil. He is a beautiful beast, is he not?

He is known to stalk his prey for miles, and once engaged in the hunt, he is relentless.

This male might appear distant and elusive. However, when it comes to mating, he will choose his mate for life and is a fierce protector.

Freddie Jackson

This is one of the most unpredictable Tom Hardy species out in the wild. Note the cheeky smile. Alluring, attractive...but dangerous.

This beast draws in his prey with a calm demeanor before quickly switching over to brute force.

With females, he has a natural tendency to induce a sort of hypnotic trance over them. Pulling them into his bed and mating aggressively, then moving on to defend his territory.

Alfie Solomons

The cameramen have been advised to give this ferocious beast some distance. See the intensity in this male's eye? A stunning specimen of the Tom Hardy species indeed.

A highly territorial predator, Alfie Solomons stalks his natural habitat of Camden Town. To protect his territory, he puts on displays of dominance by proving his intellectual superiority through strategy. If other males are not daunted by this, then he resorts to physical aggression to lay claim to what's rightfully his.

Females are drawn to his musk and intense masculine magnetism. He has no issues finding a mate.

Eddie Brock

This curious creature, latin name Neurotix Eddix, has an interesting migration pattern. Though we've seen attempts at settling, the tracking chip shows yet another transition in location.

This beast is generally good-natured. However, recent blood tests after a catch and release indicate that he has been infected with some kind of parasite.

Instead of making him sick, the parasite has somehow enhanced his abilities. I believe we are seeing a rare but real-time evolution of genes in this species. Truly remarkable.

Ian Eames

A quick-witted and feisty creature, Eames mostly hunts alone. However, there are times we've seen him in collaborations with other males.

He is, at times, able to blend into his surroundings. Going unnoticed for hours. However, when he wishes to be seen, he pulls the attention of many.

If you look closely, you can notice his subtle but distinct plumage. The salomon colored shirt draws the attention of his intended mate, who is then floored by his extraordinary male beauty. Upon sensing the arousal of a potential mate, he wastes no time in mounting the female.

James Delaney

I am keeping my voice lowered so as not to disturb this majestic beast. His tolerance for attention is fairly low, so any sudden movement on our part will likely end in an attack.

James is a stealthy predator who has been known to use others for his own purposes. I've not seen such dedication at completing a hunt as compared to him. So it is best we do not annoy him.

Reggie Kray

Ah, yes, the dazzling yet dangerous Reggie Kray is seen walking the streets of East London. You see, the well pressed suit, polished shoes, and meticulously combed hair indicate his status and power. He is nonverbally telling others that he is king of this jungle.

He is a fiercesome predator. He is able to incapacitate his prey quickly and efficiently.

His ability to find a mate is extraordinary. Instead of looking for the female, as traditionally most males are ought to do in the wild. The female comes to him. It's absolutely fascinating.

[jokeringcutio]

I didn't know if you take asks or not, new to your blog. But I just wanted to ask something about your recent fic the stepdad William, pregnancy one.

(And in no way am I trying to get you to change the story to how you want it to go)

But I was curious, if through everything the reader goes through what would Williams reaction be if she decided to run away. Obviously she won't want to hurt her mom and she might try and reach out to her mother after a bit. But maybe one night it gets to much to see him coddling readers mom about her pregnancy and ignore her around the mom so she decides to skip to a friend's or something that might be far from the house, and makes sure to tell the police about running off so they don't write a missing person report if anyone went to the police about her whereabouts. Just curious about your thoughts on this.

Oh, Anon, that is such a wonderful plotline💜, I hadn't even thought of that.

Also: Welcome to my blog, always feel free to poke me. I enjoy talking to mutuals :)

First things first, My stepdad drabbles are mostly stand-alone snippets. Though some can be seen as following up on each other :3 So I can write any situation I want.

Second of all, yep, two more drabbles are coming up this week that link to the pregnancy one. So strap in👀. And yes, I now desperately want to write your suggestion. But here are some thoughts:

If Reader ran away, * Mom would be devastated.

And let's be honest, William would be too. 👀 So there's that to consider, mentally. I think Reader will be aware of that and knowing you'll hurt your mom, while she is already overly emotional. Well... * Then there's William to consider. Want to upset him? Possibly yes. Though Reader might also be scared of angering him/going against his will. In my mind, even when he is a horrible ass to the Reader, Stepdad William Afton is smitten with Reader in his own way and probably prefers what they have over what he has with the mom. Whether it is purely based on power and control, sexual attraction, or actual love. I like to canon the idea that William would want to keep Reader near.

Ah sweetie... look at that face of Daddy... You're not gonna run away from that? Or are you 👀 MUAHAHAHAH

* If we take William as the man who actually rejoices in the idea of having a kid with Reader, possibly hid her contraceptives in hopes of her falling pregnant, or having some kind of twisted breeding kink... well.... Whatever it is. William will be very angry if Reader leaves. And phew... prepare for that! * Next item on the list, where will you go? Can Reader risk scurrying the streets? Do you have a friend to crash at? But for how long?Practical little details and risks to calculate. Plus, Reader will be pregnant. And though some will have little difficulties while in that state, others will be too tired, too sick, suffering from complications, etc. So you're taking risks here and adding even more stress and worry to your mind. But suppose you leave in an emotional rush, suppose you have that friend to stay at. Then we arrive to the next, and most thrilling part:

* Informing the police. OH YES. If you do this, what will you tell them? Because I can guarantee you, if I write this, they will notice the pregnant tummy. And then? Would you lie and say you got knocked up by a random boy from school/study and your parents are mad about it? [ Shielding Afton's reputation but leaving him wielding power over you?] Or, would you honestly tell them you are carrying your stepdad's child? Because in the latter, think of what kind of effect it will have on him.

[ Risking him being seen as a criminal with possible jail time ahead pending, we can take this as far as we want to, anon. As far as we want >D. In his best case, you can defend that things have been mutual and he just gets to hear to stay away from you.] William's reputation... wow.... The neighborhood finding out your little secret. 👀

So MANY possibilities, Anon, I just afshgafahagh So, to answer a short question long, This is such an interesting angle and I love to hear your opinions on it. I feel tempted to write a scenario where Reader legs it whilst carrying stepdad's child. Think of all the drama and angst that we could have. And then, which way shall we go? Is it just ordinary but pervy stepdad Afton? Or will it be more canonical killer!Afton who is your daddy? I mean, the world is our oyster. Anon :3 Love you. Thank you for interacting and sharing your mind with me.

[bi-naesala]

A happy memory

(Written for @p3akishinjiweek day 7: Special Occasions | Vacations)

Summer festival, Fluff, Self-hatred, Because it's Shinjiro we're talking about, Kissing, Bittersweet

Akihiko asks Shinjiro to accompany him for the summer festival. He's tempted to say no, but he doesn't. Might has well giving him one happy memory, before he has to go…

(AO3 link)

(Fic under the cut)

Through the sheer power of being a stubborn ass, Akihiko has convinced Shinjiro to go to the summer festival with him.

It ain’t exactly his thing, but there’s a limited amount of times he can manage to tell him no, before eventually caving in.

There’s also the fact that he knows that, between Castor and the suppressants, he doesn’t have long to live anymore, and as much as he keeps telling himself that keeping away will make it easier for Aki to deal with it… He also wants to give him a happy memory to remember him by. Not that there hasn’t been any happy moment between them in their entire life, just… not recently.

It’s selfish as fuck, but by now he’s made peace with the fact that he’s an irredeemable piece of shit, so who cares.

Besides, the way Aki beamed at him when he said yes made every eventual headache he’ll get immediately worth it.

After all, how bad can it get?

They’ve just got here, and Shinjiro already wants to leave. Too much noise, too many people… it’s just too much in general.

Still, he’s agreed to spend the evening with Akihiko, and he can’t back off now, not when they’ve just arrived.

He just has to hope that Akihiko won’t—

“Shinji, look! They have games!”

Well, nevermind.

They check the games stands, but there’s nothing out of the ordinary, just standard fair games.

“Seeing anything that catches your eye?” Shinjiro asks, leaning close to Akihiko, because apparently he’s a masochistic fuck who can’t wait to be involved into whatever game he wants to play.

“Mmmh…” Akihiko mumbles, inspecting each stand with his gaze. “How about that one?”

Shinjiro turns to the stand Akihiko’s looking at. Ah, that’s a classic: it’s one of those kinds of game where you have to knock down the targets to get prizes.

The problem with these games is that they’re mostly meant for children, so the prizes aren’t exactly intriguing for two teens like them, mostly dolls or stuffed animals.

“I bet I can get the big teddy bear,” Akihiko says, an enormous grin on his face.

Shinjiro sighs, massaging the bridge of his nose. Of fucking course the biggest, dumbest prize is the one that catches his eye. “And what exactly are you going to do with it, Aki?”

“I’ll give it to you, of course!” the other replies, like it the most obvious thing in the universe.

“Don’t you fucking even think about it,” Shinjiro threatens him, but Akihiko is already walking to the stand and speaking to the old man behind the counter and once Shinjiro reaches him, he has already paid for his shot.

Stupid fuckin…

“Oi!” he grabs Akihiko by the shoulder, shaking him. “Are you out of your mind?!”

“What?” the other replies, as if he’s not planning on humiliating him in front of who knows how many people. “Can’t I give my boyfriend a gift?”

That makes Shinjiro pause. It is true that they were together before everything went to shit, but they never really talked about it after he left SEES. The fact that Aki still considers them partners make him feel sick to his stomach – he doesn’t deserve it – but also… it makes him all warm inside in a way he hasn’t felt in a long time.

Of course, there’s no way he can say any of this shit out loud, so he decides to ignore the “boyfriend” part.

“What makes you think I want that?” he says instead, but Akihiko has already tuned him out, focusing on his target, and the ball in his hand.

If he really wants to get the giant teddy bear, he has to knock down all the four cans pyramids in one shot, which doesn’t sound possible at all. There’s no way he can do it, no way at all; he’s clearly doing this because he wants to mess with him, not because he really thinks he’s got a shot at it…

… And then the fucker actually manages to win. Whether that’s just dumb luck or skill, Shinjiro can’t tell. He’s still too stunned to speak.

If he dares to come close to him with that huge fucking teddy bear, he’ll deck him on the face, it’s decided.

It must be his lucky day – well, night – because he’s saved by a crying girl that has been begging her father to play as well, because she wants to get a giant teddy bear for herself too.

When Akihiko notices it, he makes a beeline towards her, and gives her his prize, accompanying the gesture with a charming smile that makes her stop crying immediately, accepting the gift from the kind stranger and thanking him.

It does make Shinjiro feel fuzzy inside, watching this scene. It makes him think about what could’ve been if…

He doesn’t even realize that Akihiko has made his way back, until he’s standing right in front of him.

“Sorry about that, she looked so sad that I couldn’t resist,” he apologizes. What is more appalling, though, is that he looks sheepish about it, as if Shinjiro actually wanted that teddy bear, and he’s upset that he gave it away.

Dumb, idiot Aki…

He says that, but he might’ve just fallen in love with him even more, now, so he may be the real dumbass here.

In order to exorcise any kind of sappy thought, he smacks the back of Akihiko’s head.

“Always playing the hero, huh?” he says, because it’s easier than to say I love you.

Akihiko doesn’t seem fazed by his snark – must’ve gotten used to it by now – and just smiles at him.

“C’mon, let’s take a look at the other stands,” he says, grabbing his hand.

If you ask Shinjiro, he’d say that he’s already had enough of the festival, but he’ll be damned if he lets go of his hand.

Alright, more stands it is.

Aki buys takoyaki for the both of them.

“Feeling generous, huh?” Shinjiro can’t help but to comment, accepting his share.

“Well, it was my idea to come here. Figured I should treat you,” the other shrugs.

“You don’t have to do that…” Shinjiro mutters, looking away. Damned Aki, always making things hard for him.

“But I wanted to!” Akihiko insists. “Isn’t it nice to do something normal from time to time?”

Except nothing about them is normal, no matter how much they can pretend it’s not, even for just this moment.

He doesn’t say anything, though, because this is supposed to be a happy memory for Aki; he shouldn’t ruin it by being an asshole.

A shrug. “I guess.”

It’s the best he can come up with.

They eat as they walk around, checking out other stalls.

Sometimes Shinjiro feels observed, eyes pointing daggers at him, but it’s hard to tell if it’s just his guilt, screaming at him because why is he having fun he doesn’t deserve to have fun, or if it’s just people being weirded out when Aki insists on feeding him one of the takoyaki – did Takeba got him to watch some sort of romantic comedy? This is the kind of shit couples do in those.

He tries to pay it no mind, reminding himself that he’s doing this for Aki, not for himself. He glances at him, just to make sure that he’s having fun, and he has to immediately look away: he looks so happy, so radiant, that staring at him feels like staring directly at the sun. At least he’s enjoying himself…

They’re still walking around, when Akihiko stops abruptly, prompting Shinjiro to do the same.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“Shouldn’t the fireworks start soon? Let’s find a better spot, so we can watch them!” Akihiko exclaims, in fact. Just like last time, he grabs Shinjiro’s hand as he makes his way through the crowd, and just like last time, he doesn’t let go.

They find a nice spot on a small hill. After so much time spent around others, Shinjiro can finally sigh of relief at the fact that it’s just them up here. Alone at last.

“Finally…” he can’t help but to mutter, but he receives no response, which feels weird, because usually Aki would waste no time telling him that it wasn’t so bad and that he’s just being a grumpy killjoy.

When he looks to the side, he notices how close he’s standing, his whole body turned towards him. What catches his attention, though, is the intense way he’s staring at him, so intense that it almost makes him feel small, despite the fact that he’s taller.

“What?” he asks.

Akihiko’s reply is instant. “Thanks for coming here, with me. It means a lot.”

Shinjiro mirrors his stance now, so that they can be properly face to face.

“I just agreed to go to the festival with you. It’s not a big deal.”

“It is for me! Shinji, I…”

A whistle, then a bang. That’s all it takes to announce the beginning of the fireworks.

Shinjiro can see them out of the corner of his eyes, but he doesn’t move his gaze from Akihiko, not when the other is staring at him so intently. They’re supposed to enjoy the show, and yet they can’t keep their fucking eyes away from each other, like they’re drawn by an external force that makes it impossible to look away.

Then Akihiko moves, breaking this perfect stasis, reaching for Shinjiro’s hands, holding them tight in his own. The sound of fireworks is too deafening to hear what he’s saying, but Shinjiro couldn’t mistake those three words for anything else in the world; he doesn’t need to actually listen to them to know their meaning.

They both lean in at the same time, slowly but without hesitation, until their lips touch. It’s just a small peck at first, but before Shinjiro can pull away, Akihiko grabs him by the jacket and pulls him closer, pressing their lips together more insistently.

What else can Shinjiro do, if not surrender? Were he a stronger man, he would’ve pushed Akihiko away after the first kiss, but… he missed this, yes, he missed this so much, and now that he has it again, he’s not going to give it up, at least not for the evening.

He’s doing this for Aki, he keeps telling himself. Remember, the story of the happy memory to remember him by? This is part of it.

It’s just an exception, not the rule, of course: how would Aki react when he dies, if they keep going like this? The next day, things will be different, but for now, Shinjiro lets himself go.

It’s been a long time since he’s felt this good…

When they pull away, the fireworks have long stopped, but it matters little to them.

Shinjiro wants to say something, but words are frozen in his throat, unable to come out. Thinking about it later, that was for the best: he would’ve said something very stupid, otherwise.

In the end, it’s Akihiko the one who breaks the silence.

“See? Didn’t I tell you that normal isn’t bad?”

This time, Shinjiro can’t help but to smile, before pulling Akihiko close and kissing him again.

No, it’s not bad at all.

[oh-no-my-hand-slipped]

If you’re uh- still doing prompts

*slides request discretely into box*

contagion with superheroes.

I love a sick superhero! I’m sure there are plenty of scenarios in my treasure trove of trickling nose!

*clucks tongue as I flip through my many notecards, ending up with a thick, dusty stack*

I have many that fit your specifications, but I’ll be sure to…ah…ASH’CHIEW! Oh, goodness…snf…pardon me. I need to run a rag over this blasted thing. As I was saying, I will be sure to read you the best of them.

Enjoy:

A villain catches a terrible cold, putting them out of commission for a while. However, that doesn’t mean that they aren’t plotting. They figure that if they can play on their superhero nemesis’s sympathy, they can give their cold to them, rendering the hero helpless just as the villain is recovering. They manage to execute the first part flawlessly, getting the hero to take care of them. However, the second part doesn’t go as planned, as the hero’s super sneezes only make them a stronger (and less predicable) opponent. Now the villain need to nurse their nemesis back to health before the city is blown over by a super-sniffly, super-sneezy nose.

A special virus has been set loose upon a superhero team. Unlike most colds and flus, this one has a dastardly symptom: it weakens the the victim based on their strength. Super-sight? The virus makes you blind. Super-strength? Your muscles become sore and weak. Flight? Your body’s heaviness keeps you on the ground. And that’s on top of sneezing, coughing, shivering, and fever. Now the team must work together in order to deal with an unforeseen foe without their powers AND nursing a cold.

Hero A is a well-meaning but clumsy himbo, while Hero B is a dark, brooding creature of the night. When A gets a cold, B took care of them - which mostly consisted of keeping them from causing property damage with their powerful sneezes. To no one’s surprise, B comes down with the same cold, but brushes it off and continues their civic duties. However, A is not taking no for an answer, both from their care for B and the guilt of having given them the cold. Whether B likes it or not, they are going to be taken care of…and maybe it would be best for B to comply before A accidentally sets something on fire.

A government official is given the task of giving a team of superheroes their duties for the day and taking any reports through a video call. One day, a report is given that one of the heroes is sick, and won’t be working that day. The next, another is sick, and can be heard coughing in the background. This goes on for each consecutive day until, finally, the team representative can’t say a full sentence without sneezing into a box of tissues, but still tries to give the daily report anyway.

An alien superhero is fascinated by the concept of human sickness, and can’t help but get as close to their fellow heroes as possible to study their symptoms. Finally, they get sick themselves, as they never realized that viruses could be transmitted. When they seek the help of their friends, they are shocked to find them barely touching or interacting with them at all. The alien is crushed, thinking that they had committed some sort of human snafu - when, in fact, their friends just don’t want to get sick.

[mamamittens]

Update!

Well, this week has been fuck all for production hasn't it lol? Literally passed out for about 16 hours yesterday and am tempted to do it again.

Sorry about that, by the way, it's been an exhausting and stressful week at work prepping for inventory (which was today) basically by myself and with two major storms having blown into my area (one just winding down for me with currently over 80,000 power outages and winds reaching up to 90 miles an hour, yikes) that had tornado threats so I had to watch like a hawk in case we needed to take shelter quickly.

Okay, I say need but it's mostly for my anxiety but I still spent most of this afternoon sick and nauseous from either the steak I had for dinner or stress. Probably both idk, my body is a bit weird sometimes.

Folks that have been around while may know that I don't tend to write anything if there's severe weather in my area, so anyone new can now know that too lol

Plans for the future? Well, I want to knock out those requests and address the asks that have been gathering dust in my inbox (whoops). I'm still deciding if I want to introduce Koala (and start waving that Fisher death flag lol) or keep walking through those big milestones--ah I still need to introduce the toxin thing whoops--maybe saving a few for emotional flashbacks? It is about a 2 year jump so there's quite a lot that could happen in that timespan.

It's a little hard to say cause idk how interested y'all are in the other, less exciting baby firsts compared to walking and talking. And while I enjoy writing in these little moments and mostly get my serotonin thataway from fic ideas to keep me going and interested, I don't intend to bore you all.

Oh! I will start cross posting on AO3 soon just to avoid the tedious process of uploading the entire thing(when I finish) chapter by chapter cause that shit sucked ngl so look forward to that I suppose~

Bear in mind that I have about 3 hours of free time on weekdays so some things genuinely take me a while if I want to do other things like catch up on fics or YouTube... Or Tears of the Kingdom lmao

Hopefully, I'll see y'all soon with more content!

And sorry for the delay, this hasn't been my intention but when is it ever?

[guessimabasicnerdgirlnow]

Continuing from yesterday, we’re still in Venom War

I joked about that “Eddie would do something stupid!” thing but Dylan is actually proving to be a strategist. He managed to come up with a good plan even in the middle of all the stress of finding out Meridius is Eddie

Nothing to see here, just Eddie getting nude and asking Flash to trust him 🫣

Oooh man! He’s back, the man, the legend, the biggest hater of them all! OG Anti-Venom coming back really wasn’t in my bingo card and I had no idea it would make me as happy as it did!

Also this was so clever, Anti-Venom being under Eddie’s control because it comes from Eddie’s body. But also you mean that this whole time Flash was bonded to a part of Eddie and we only learn of it now???

These guys will kill me

Also, Eddie rebuilding Flash’s body? Acknowledging that after coming back via codex and symbiote dragon he wasn’t fully human? I am in love!

(And still no magical disability cure, thanks.)

He looks so at peace here. Like, remember how Anti-Venom Eddie had all that god complex. And now he is literally a god. But he is being cool about it now. Character development!

And here is another issue, though. Dylan can protect the symbiotes he freed from being touched by Anti-Venom as Eddie does this. Cool. So Symby, Toxin, Sleeper, Rascal, Flexo, they’re all safe. What about everyone else? All the space symbiotes that have nothing to do with the zombies? The Life Foundation symbiotes (who are definitely linked to Meridius since he can speak into their minds)? Princess? Is this going to affect them in any way?

(At least no need to worry about Silence and Misery since they are already partially Anti-Venom)

“Freeing the living, letting the dead rest” is a beautiful sentence anyway

Most of all, though, I am happy that Anti-Venom finally got to use its powers towards symbiotes again, instead of only generic healing

“Kingblocking”

(Shouldn’t Meridius also have control of Anti-Venom? Ah no wait, 7.0 said that only Eddie had control of his body, I think)

I really love the dynamics between Red and Meridius. Red is intentionally being as much of a jerk as they can be. Meridius has no patience for it. And also Meridius has all the book smarts Eddie has but adds excessive amounts of pretentiousness and arrogance to it

Symby literally gave birth to Carnage. Eddie has known them since they were born. And yet it was Dylan, that was killed by them once in the recent past who recognizes them first. Cool

Black, white and blood

Hah, remember those days (weeks?) when I wouldn’t shut up about black goo and red goo? I didn’t think of the white one, though

There’s something cool about the whole hive (black) being now infected by the symbiote-like symbiote killer born from Eddie’s body when he was a regular human and by the once regular symbiote who was always more durable and contagious than any other and who ascended to almost godhood through their own hard work (well, the work was mostly murder, but still)

Also, cute Toxin and Sleeper

When I said they should depose the King in Black, I was thinking of something less violent. (And also of the symbiotes in the Hive doing it themselves, but I guess if killing a King in Black was possible for those under him, they would have killed Knull long ago). But this works for me. It had to be Dylan, he was fated to free the symbiotes after all. Being Codex isn’t that fun now

It surprises me that this was what Old Dylan wanted, though. I guess this Carnage-infected Eddie was the big boss villain in his future, which makes sense, but why symbiote machines and why was he sick like that? There are still questions about him

And really… just last issue Dylan was crying over Eddie’s imminent death. Then we started the issue with Symby not wanting them to kill the rage drunk evil Eddie. And we ended it with Dylan actually having to kill Eddie. This surely will have no consequences in his emotional state

Also Symby was there! With Dylan! They were unhappy about the “killing Eddie” plan from the start, even before they learned everything they learned in this arena, before Eddie got to apologize and to show that he really doesn’t want to hurt Dylan and will fight anyone who tries (even if it means kicking his own ass). I don’t remember a lot of the details of the divorce but I think it was always Eddie wanting to kill Symby, never Symby wanting to kill Eddie. So if I recall this correctly, not even when Eddie was not himself and tried to kill Symby did Symby want to kill Eddie. And now they did

I’m not worried about Eddie, he can deal with this. But I am worried about Dylan and Symby who ended up in this position, who had to do this

(I have a last part to this, with no pictures, so tbc)

[arjaandsimoni]

Epilogue

Jaipur India

“And in today’s news, claims of cryptid sightings increase across the world. The internet is abuzz with speculation. Is this some sort of strange alien invasion? Perhaps our world is less normal than we thought?” said the newscaster, “What do you think viewers? Do you believe in magic? For Jaipur News, I’m Ishaan Khatri.”

Arja blew out her lips, “Hooo boy… think we’re going to get blamed for this?” she asked, glancing to Simoni.

Simoni shrugged, “Probably.” she giggled.

Nelen sat nearby, scrolling through the Wulfshead BBS, “Shaman and the others are thrilled, this means a ton more jobs that likely won’t turn out to be pointless.” he said.

Drusilla grinned, “Hah! I welcome it! Sick of hiding up in the mountains anyways! Maybe if we bust a few more my people could come down sometime eh?” she grinned.

Simoni sighed at her, “Drusilla, we need to fulfil a prophecy and gain the power of two gods in a case of double-divine intervention to break one of these. Wanna bet on the odds of us doing that again?” she asked.

Drusilla shrugged, “Ehhh, fair enough.” she grumbled.

“Personally I am just sorry to have missed such an event.” chuckled Natasha, stroking Lupe’s head. The cuts on the werewolf where Clan Fullmoon’s men had gotten her had been bandaged and treated… but they were inflicted by silver. While the werewolf would survive, they would have to heal slowly over time, like a normal injury on a mortal.

“It was pretty nuts.” grinned Stephy as he sat at the bar with Tex and Sammi. Both he and Tex had soft drinks, Sammi had made some odd mixed drink of hedge fruit and a few other things… mostly tequila.

“Well, glad ya’ll had fun lil’ filly…” replied Tex, “But… I think I’ll be okay not bein’ okay with shootin’ other humans.” he nodded, the boy having stayed back to help out where he could after the attack on the Barjar household. Upstairs the repairs had stopped for the night, but it would be a while before the damage Franklin’s loyalists had done could be undone.

Rajesh had already released a statement absolving Clan Fullmoon of guilt, stating that the perpetrators were ‘an unknown cabal of men from the United Kingdom who, thankfully, had been dealt with. The details of which he could not reveal on national security grounds, but his wife was home safe and that was what mattered most to him.’

Sammi chuckled, “Still… that will be quite the tale to tell mother.” he smirked, “And hey, we’ve brought that tiny bit of magic back to the world. I bet I could even stay a bit longer and be fine… a few days certainly.” he grinned, sipping his drink as he sat at the bar.

And in the corner Dawn sat surrounded by her family. “Behold fellow Cheshire…” she grinned, then with a loud pop she held up a tin of cat food with the lid removed. “THE POWER OF THUMBS!”

All the kittens gasped aloud, then several started shouting, ‘I want thumbs too!’ and ‘Mom we wanna learn to be like Dawn!’ and ‘I still wanna name too! Not fair that she gets one!’

As they relaxed however, footsteps came down the stairs. Rajesh entered, accompanied by Iravati and Jeannie Fullmoon, the elderly woman wearing a cloak of raven feathers over her dress, along with a circlet of silver set with a celtic knot.

Nelen looked up, “Isn’t that Eliza’s old regalia? I thought it was lost when the castle was blown apart by Claiomh Dorcadas’ destruction.” he asked.

Jeannie shrugged, “It’s th’ damndest thing grandson… ah got back ta where we were stayin’ in th’ jungle ‘n there they were, as if they we’re waitin’ fer me.” she grinned, “But… its ah bloody good thing I found ‘em… because I wanna make this official right ‘ere, right now.” she nodded, looking around at them all with a smile.

She stood in the center of the room, then tapped her cane firmly on the tiles twice. “By right of succession, I claim the vacant seat of Matriarch of Clan Fullmoon.” she nodded, “And, as me first act, I hearby revoke th’ banishment placed on Nelen Fullmoon ‘n ‘is sister Stephanie Fullmoon, or rather Simoni Barjar now, as was laid down by me late brother.” she said in a formal tone, “Yer both ta be honored among th' Clan as heroes who saved us in our darkest hour.” she grinned.

Then less formally she added, “We’ve got a lot ‘o work ta do ta repair th’ damage my mad brother caused… but family comes first in my bloody Clan, as it shoulda always been.” she nodded, “Nae more magic restrictions on our gels,” she nodded to Simoni, “nae more lyin’ to our wee ‘uns about how our magicks work neither.” she nodded to Stephy. “It’ll be a hard road, ‘n some still prefer Franklin’s ideas if not ‘is methods… but… well, nobody ever said runnin’ th’ Clan would be easy.” she smirked.

Arja grinned, “Hah, so you’re officially the matriarch now?” she grinned, “Does that mean you can see the future?” she asked.

Simoni giggled, “Yeah, c’mon Aunt Jennie. Why not let us have a peek at whats in store?” she nodded.

Jeannie looked to them, then back and forth between the two. “Hmm… aye, ah could tell ye…” she chuckled, then leaned in, “But… why don’t ye two look ta each other, ‘n tell me what yer future is gonna be?”

Arja and Simoni looked at each other… and Arja grinned a bit sheepishly as Simoni smiled and blushed. The two of them slid their hands into each other’s, giggling a bit as they did.

“Aye… ye dunnae need magic ta see that ‘un lassies…” she chuckled, “Now, ah’m gonna be on me way… its late ‘n I’m an old lady…” she nodded, “Need me beauty sleep.” she walked towards the stairs, “Rajesh, Iravati, thanks fer watchin’ after me family. Good friends are hard ta find in this world but looks like those two won th’ lottery a few times.” she chuckled.

She walked up the stairs waving goodbye as she went, then passed Aisha at the front door, sharing a smoke with one of the guards… then as she got to where a car was waiting to take her to the airport she paused, turned, and looked back at the house. Jeannie had to admit, she was curious…

She closed her eyes, and when she opened them again they were all stars, and she saw…

… a minute later she blinked, and her eyes were normal again. She chuckled, “Aye, ye dunna need me ta tell ye that one gels… This won’t be yer last adventure…” she grinned, getting into the backseat of the cab, and riding off into the night.

Southern India, the Island of Sri Lanka

The figure stood in the city, looking around in confusion. This… this was all wrong. The city was full of machines, and humans, and bright lights and loud noise… what was this?!

The creature shook with fury, glaring out across this strange alien landscape. This would not stand, this would not do… and it knew how to undo it… but first it had to find something… somewhere, across the country, that accursed arrow rested.

He would find it, and he would restore the world to the way it was meant to be.

To be continued in The Supernatural Adventures of Arja & Simoni: Revenge of the Rakshasa Prince

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[aquato-family-circus]

how would the beta trolls be like in psychonauts

So I think it would be most interesting to keep the psychic powers to the trolls who are canonically psychic so that some of them are still non-psychics

this little bullet point list is then that conceit + me deciding to call this a human au bc I think that'd be fun, give them chances to interact with PN characters without aliens baggage (tho if they were aliens, that'd be funny, Sasha would flip)

Welcome to the rowdiest group of interns the Psychonauts have seen yet:

- Aradia sees ghosts, I figure that's a highly disputed/contentious power in the PN universe considering the scorn for the concept of necromancy, so she's an outcast even in psychic circles, besides with some friends like...

- Sollux, who iirc hears people who are gonna die? he's death related still for sure. so like a future prediction thing ala elka doom's popular fanon speciality. Sollux also does the most conventionally flashy psychic shit tho so I think he'd be slick af with it re: psiblasts. He's powerful and people in psychic circles respect him so he leverages that to his advantage

- Tavros' animal communication & soft spoken but still kinda fucked up demeanor makes him easily comparable to Dogen, I think they'd get along? but Tavros is more around Sam's age and she could rope him into animal related shenanigans somewhat against his better judgement

- Karkat & Nepeta are our first non-psychics and I'm lumping them together bc I don't have much to add, but I imagine them and any other non-psychics being roped into psychic nonsense anyways bc they're a stupid big friend group I can't take this from them

- Not sure if Kanaya should be reclassified as a psychic or not, due to her vampirism, but I'll lean toward a no just bc her powers don't seem to be very analogus to anything in PN

- Terezi feeeeels like she has a predictive future thing also going on, only bc her mind powers instead of something inherent like the earlier psychics, but I'll give it to her bc like come on, she's the mind player. She wants to read people's minds to solve true crimes.

- Ah Vriska, the Norma of Homestuck... Anyways she cheats at every game of chance she can and is so mad most modernized casinos/gambling avenues have anti-psychic defenses (and also don't allow minors, lol). She thinks mental connections would be sick as hell and gets her ass psychically whooped by mental constructs bc of it.

- Equius, another non-psychic, and probably the first one with anti-psychic sentiments. He thinks brawn is better than brains actually and that if you're using psychic powers you're just not strong enough to get through life the good old fashioned way with blood sweat tears and more sweat

- Gamzee is psychic, has a hard time tuning out other people's voices and gets confused and frustrated because of it, has to wear a silly little tinfoil hat like Dogen. His parents may or may not go to some bad avenues to help fix the problem or they may just dump him on some extended family before it gets too much for them to handle. Probably the only psychic beta troll in this au who's not an intern, so he mostly chills with the non-psychics, who's heads are less loud anyways.

- Eridan... the Gristol Malik of Homestuck. End Sentence. (non-psychic)

- Feferi is also non-psychic but she thinks they're all soooo cool and impressive, she really wants to be one. Her mom's got that mad cash money so I think it would be funny if Feferi just bought her way into the intern program in this well meaning but naive attempt to expand her ~psychic horizons~ even after it's clear she can't complete any assignments and gets forcibly failed out of the program she sticks around, mostly bc she made a couple friends with the actual psychic kids there (aka aradia tavros and maybe terezi)

[syndxlla]

More To Love

Part two of the More to Love series

Summary: As you start adapting to Mandalorian culture and life in the palace, you have to start thinking whether or not you’ve made the right decision.

Word Count: 6.2k, NO USE OF ‘Y/N’

Warnings: Non-Consensual kiss, mentions of loss of pregnancy

Author’s Note: Wow wow wow, the support I’ve gotten for this fic already has been so awesome thank you so much especially to the people who have direct messaged me you’re all so kind I love you guys!!!!

Part One here

“Good-morning, Your Highness.” A Handmaiden said as she pulled open the heavy curtains, letting the bright morning light shine into your elegant room. You softly moan as the sun hits your eyes, and roll onto your side to try and sleep more. “Today you will be having brunch with Her Majesty the Queen and a few members of her court and we have set aside a bit of time for you and The Prince to get to each other this evening before dinner in the library.” Her accent was thick like the Prince’s. You sigh and roll around onto your back, letting your limp hand rest by your face. “I trust you slept well?” She asked as she walked towards your bed, in her hands was a golden tray with a teapot on it.

“Not enough sleep.” You groan, trying not to sound annoyed but failing.

“Would you like to sleep longer, Highness?” She asked.

“No, I’ll be fine.” You sigh before scooting to sit up in your bed, and she places the tray on the table by the mattress.

“I wasn’t sure what type of tea you liked, so I brought a chamomile, do you have a preference?”

You stop to think for a moment, “Chamomile is fine for today, but do you have any hsuaberry tea?” Hsuberries are native to Corellia, and you could use a little taste of home.

“I’m not sure, but I will check for tomorrow?”

“That would be lovely, thank you.” You nod.

“I’ll return in a half-hour with the other maiden’s to prepare you for the day then?”

“Alright… Miss?” You stop her as she turns to leave. “Do you have a name? What can I call you?”

“Oh… of course, Lady Soniee would be fine.” She smiles. “Thank you for asking.”

“It’s my pleasure.” You smile in return. “Lady Soniee, is my guard outside?” You ask.

“Yes, he returned to his post with my arrival, in the night we have the night guards patrolling so our individual day guards get some time off.” She explains.

“Would you… Would you send him in, please?” You ask.

“Yes, Highness. Is there anything else you would like?” Soniee asks.

“No, that’s all, thank you, dismissed.” You released her from her duty and she turned to leave the room. As her back was turned to you, you rub a bit of the sleep out of your eyes and run your fingers through your hair in an attempt to tame your bed head. You wanted to look presentable for the knight. Truthfully, you haven’t quit thinking about him since last night’s endeavor. You fell asleep picturing what he looked like under his armor, and brainstorming what his name might be. You even wondered if you dreamed about him, but it’s all gotten hazy now. You knew this was inappropriate, and that you were here for your wedding with another man, but something about the secret relationship the two of you were forming was exciting, you were addicted to it. You sigh deeply as she closes the door behind her and then quickly looks down at your nightgown, proceeding to pull the cap sleeves down your shoulders a bit to show more skin and more of your collar. You laugh slightly to yourself, “You are ridiculous.” You mumble, chuckling. Before you could consider anything else, however, he walked in, his stature at attention.

“Is there something wrong, Your Highness?” He asked.

You felt your cheeks heat up in his presence, “I just wanted to thank you again for last night.” You tried not to gush as you spoke.

“Oh… Yes, anything for you, your Highness.” He nodded in response. Your chest filled with warmth as you looked at him.

“You’ll be accompanying me today, correct?” You ask.

“Of Course, Your Highness.” He nodded once again, you really wanted him to call you princess again.

“Wonderful, I hope you slept well last night.”

“I did, Princess, did you?” You smiled a little too wide at the title, and tried to cool your cheeks, not wanting to look like an absolute child in front of him.

“Yes, I did, thank you once again, I’ll see you later.” You sigh in response. “Dismissed.” That word felt like poison to you, you didn’t really want him to leave but didn’t know how to keep him around longer. This was an accident waiting to happen, and you had the power to stop it in its tracks, the only problem is that you didn’t want to.

—

The Gardens were even more beautiful in the daylight, the sun shone spectacularly off the fountains and the various statues scattered throughout the estate contrasted lovely with the bright flowers. You sat at a round table ornately decorated with various different pastries, teas and sandwiches on it. Around the table was the Queen, the women of her royal court, yourself and of course the Elf. You really wanted to speak to the elf, unfortunately, you asat across from her, and was forced to mostly converse with The Duchess Wren and another woman you had never spoken to before. The Queen introduced her to you last night but you were having a hard time remembering her name. The women weren’t in such heavy gowns this time, and none of them wore the jeweled headpieces they had on the night before except for the queen. You wore a light beige and white dress which ruffled at the sleeves and had a scooping boat neckline. It was very beautiful, however the corset back didn’t go nearly as high this time as the last dress did, which meant you couldn’t use it as an excuse to spend more time alone with the silent knight. He stood a few feet behind you away from the table, watching over the event. Every now and then you would turn to glance at him, ceiling every time you laid eyes on his armor.

The tea was fine, not as good as the winter teas you had back home, they were far more bitter. Mandalorians clearly enjoyed more bitter-tasting food as you noticed the longer you’re here. Once again, you were being mostly ignored as the Women who knew each other talked about drama within the Mandalorian Royalty. It was all much more conspicuous than anything you would talk about at home, and you found yourself quietly listening in on the various conversations instead of applying yourself to them. The women most likely thought you were some sort of strange claude, not social enough and far too boring for their culture. Again, you tried convincing yourself that you were overthinking, but you had a hard time believing yourself.

“And what about you, Your Highness?” The Elf spoke up, interrupting your deep and self-centered thoughts.

“Huh?” You were not listening.

“What do you think about the conduct to come out of Coruscant?” One of the fatter women sitting by the queen asked.

“Oh… I think they’ve rather lost their integrity since the assassination of their Emperor…” You clear your throat. You were just saying what you remember hearing your father say, attempting to fit into the conversation and hopefully gain some affection, knowing how much Mandalore despised Coruscant (you were rather indifferent, however).

“Couldn’t have said it better myself.” The Queen smiled, “I believe you will be well suited for the politics of Mandalore.”

“Oh yes,” you began, “I had been preparing to be Queen of Corellia my whole life, I find politics rather exciting.” You admitted.

“Hm, I prefer to leave the politics to the men.” The fat woman scoffed and sipped her tea.

“I nearly forgot, you’re the only hair to the throne of Corellia, aren’t you?” The elven queen asks.

“Yes, I am.” You nod in response.

“Ah yes, your mother got sick and lost a baby-” The fat woman laughed. Your face dropped and went pale.

“Excuse you-” You began.

“Lady Aryn, have you no respect?” The Queen frowned.

“There’s nothing wrong with it, just a rumor I heard.” She shrugged, not seeming to care that she offended you or The Queen.

“Well it’s not a rumor.” You swallowed thickly, wanting to put her in per place for such an inappropriate comment, “My mother lost a baby when I was all but five and you have the audacity to bring it up like there’s nothing rude about it.” You spit out.

“Well who is to take the throne once you marry the Prince?” The fat woman asked as she sipped her tea. Many of the other women involved stayed quiet, timidly watching the drama play out.

“I don’t believe that is any of your business.” You chuckle out of frustration.

“It is my business, whomever rules Corellia during the impending war will directly affect how Mandalore responds to it. Considering my husband is the Grand General of the Mandalorian Army, it is very much my business.” Lady Aryn raised an eyebrow and dread washed over your body as she finished.

“I believe that your Cousin will be taking the throne?” The Elf Queen vouched for you and you were thankful she did, but still found the entire situation rude and out of hand.

“It should be me, but I’m being married off and getting my title stripped away from me.” You blurted out and immediately regretted what you said. You looked around at the faces of the women at the table. Each one showing a different expression of shock or betrayal, everyone but the Queen. The Queen’s face was stern, her lips dangerously straight and thin and her eyes dark as the two of you made eye contact. You had offended the Queen of Mandalore, you had offended the most powerful and wealthy monarch in the world. You sighed, and closed your eyes for a moment. “May I be excused, Your Majesty?” You asked with your eyes closed, waiting to open them until you finished speaking. You looked up at her through furrowed eyebrows, awaiting her response. The air was deathly thick, the tension grew as the court looked around at the scene. Your anger was justified, the remark on your unborn sibling was out of turn and incredibly rude, and after feeling ignored and unwanted for twenty-four hours by the very people set up to be your family, you snapped.

“You are excused.” The Queen said quietly, almost too quiet to hear, and you slowly stood from your chair before turning to leave. You looked to your knight as you did, and he followed. After you made distance between yourself and the other Mandalorian women, you could hear faint whispers. That went so much worse than you could have ever imagined. You want to disappear, you want to go home. You swallow a tear and sigh of relief when you get back into the Palace, strolling the halls until you found an empty sitting room. You sit down on one of the blue sofas and bring your fist up to your mouth. The Knight waited at the door, watching your every move. You felt ridiculous, and the absolute last thing you wanted to do was cry in front of the only person who’s shown you any decency since you arrived in Mandalore. You look over to him with dewey eyes before clearing your throat.

“I apologize for my conduct, I didn’t want you to see me like this.” You shakily sigh out. He didn’t reply, and you laugh once, “I suppose you have your code to uphold here.” You look down as you place your hands in your lap.

“No, I’ve sworn to protect you, that comes before the code of arms.” He takes a step forward and you were almost startled at his voice, you weren’t expecting him to speak up, but you were incredibly happy he did. You look up to see him a little closer, and smile just slightly at his gesture. “I didn’t protect you out there, I’m sorry.” He nodded his head.

“There’s no way you could have known,” You shrug, you didn’t want him to blame himself for your mistake, “Besides, I wasn’t in any danger.”

“Maybe you weren’t in any physical danger, but.. I really shouldn’t say this but that was out of hand. You’re family with the Queen now, she should have defended you.” He continued to step closer to you. “I deeply apologize for being so careless and allowing you to be hurt.” He bowed after saying this, and you smiled.

“Your apology is accepted, Sir Knight.” You slightly teased. “Thank you.” Your chest and stomach was filled with that warm and welcoming feeling again, and the negative endeavor from outside was forgotten even for just a moment. You knew you would have to face it eventually, and formally apologize to the Queen for offending her, but until then, you would allow yourself to feel okay for now. “You’ve been the kindest to me since I arrived.” You tilt your head, “You have no idea what it’s meant to me.”

“As I said, I vowed to be there for you, I will honor that vow.” He said, you didn’t want to feel like he was only being nice to you because he had to. You suck your lips in for a quick second as you absorb his response, unsure of how to respond. “But-” he interrupted your thinking, “It has truly been a pleasure to serve you, and I would be happy to undress you when you ask.”

Your eyes widened, “Excuse me?” It’s not that you didn’t like what you said, you just weren’t expecting it so casually.

“That- came out wrong, forgive me.” He corrected himself. “I mean, I’m happy to help you with anything you like.” He clears his throat and you smile, blushing at his sheepish correction.

“I understand.” You look down at the floor again. “I’m sorry they only give you the nights off.” You switched the topic, not wanting to linger on the last one in case someone was walking by or overheard anything.

“That’s fine, I... enjoy my time with you.” He stopped mid-sentence to consider what he was saying. You smile and laugh a little again.

“It must be tiring, wearing the armor all day, standing at attention, only getting a handful of breaks every few hours…” You think out loud.

“I’m used to it,” He shifts to his weight on one leg, lightly poppin his hip out as he speaks to you. “It’s not so bad, anymore.”

“Is the armor heavy?” You ask, trying to distract yourself.

“Yes, but that’s another thing we get used to. Our bodies adapt to it.”

“So… are you saying you’re strong under all that metal.” You raise and eyebrow, flirting just a little. You could hear a light chuckle come through the helmet when you said this.

“I guess you could say that.” It was like you could hear his smile.

“I’ve found that all Mandalorians are very attractive, do you fall under that assumption?” You knew very well you were playing with fire, that this was uncharted territory and everything was screaming at you to stop before you got too far but you couldn’t. Everything about him was so intriguing to you.

“I’m.. I’m not from Mandalore, actually…” He slowly responded.

“Oh?” You tilted your head, “I thought you had to be in order to be a part of the guard?”

“Well, in a way, you do. You have to be either born in or taken in as a foundling, and that’s what happened to me.” He shrugged.

“Oh, I didn’t know that.” You blinked, “Where are you from? Or can you not tell me…”

“The Nevarro frontier.” He responded, “I probably shouldn’t have told you that.” He groaned. You felt a shiver run down your spine at the sound of his rough voice groaning in such a way. You swallow your thoughts.

“You’re a long way from home.”

“I guess you could say that.” You smile at him again after he says this before turning and looking behind you, taking in the room. This was a larger sitting room, and there was a baby-grand piano in one of the corners. Outside of the windows you could see a courtyard, not the same courtyard that the garden is placed in, but one that was stoned and had a large tree in the center of it. There was so much of the palace you hadn’t seen yet, it was far larger than the Corellian one. You stood up to walk over to the piano, feeling a bit better now, and sitting at it. “Can you play?” He asked.

“Yes, I learned at a very young age.” You bring your hands up to keys and begin playing a song, one you have memorized. It was your mother’s favorite song. You played it with such emotion that the Knight was drawn into it, relaxing from his attentive stature and enjoying the sound.

“You’re... very talented.” He nodded.

“Thank you.” You said, looking up at him from the instrument. “I’m a bit rusty I must admit.” You shrug.

“I know someone who would really love it, no matter how rusty you say it is.” He explained.

“Who?” You ask as you stop playing, wondering who he may be talking about.

“I-I shouldn’t say, I’ve already broken the code so much-”

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, I fully understand.” You interrupt, “But just know that anything you say is safe with me, If you vowed to protect me from both physical and emotional harm, the least I can do is keep your secrets.” You nod. He sighs, you can’t hear it but you see it in the armor.

“My.. Uh, my son.”

—

“Soniee, do you know if any guards are fathers?” You ask as the handmaiden tightens the corset on a different dress, tying it to your body. You were preparing for some time alone (chaperoned) with the Prince. You knew you promised the Knight you would keep his secret, and you would do everything in your power to uphold that secrecy, but you figured there was no harm in asking a few questions here and there. As far as anyone is concerned, you’re just curious about the customs and traditions of your new kingdom.

“Well many of the Knights have families of their own, some have illegitimate children as well.” She said behind you.

“So, they don’t have an oath of celibacy?” You ask, hoping it didn’t sound too strange or specific.

“What? No,” She laughed as she said ‘no’, “No, marriage and families are incredibly important to Mandalorian society, the only thing stronger than power or war is love and family. Blood before anything else.” She explained, she had clearly said those words before.

“Maybe that’s why everyone is so cold towards me.” You sigh.

“Maybe.” Soniee confirmed, “But I also believe any new member of house Kyrze is going to be given a hard welcome.”

“And why is that?” You ask, wincing afterwards due to a tight pull of the corset.

“Well it’s taught in every Mandalorian history class: House Kyrze is the royal bloodline, but it wasn’t always that way…”

“What do you mean?”

“There was a civil war some years ago almost immediately after the assassination of Queen Satine. A bad man came in and tried to overthrow Queen Bo-Katan. He was successful in his endeavors for a while, and that's why the Elves and the Queen are so close-” The handmaiden explained.

“I never knew about a Mandalorian war that happened among themselves?”

“It’s shielded from the outside world, we fear that if it gets out, people will stop coming to us for their wars out of speculation that we are not strong enough to fight them if we can’t control each other.” She finished the corset and took a step back, admiring the beautiful dress. “Many Mandalorian’s blame Queen Bo-Katan for the civil war even though she gave up everything she believed in to protect the royal family. You see, she used to be on the side of the Bad Man, but switched after her sister’s death. Many see her unfit for the crown, including members of her own Court.” You didn’t need any more explanation from Soniee to assume who that might be. Considering your previous endeavor this morning, the fat woman probably did not approve of the queen.

“That is why it’s essential that this marriage happens. The people love Korkie, they always have. He is the true heir and the pride of his mother, who was revered and loved throughout all of the kingdoms. When he is back on the throne, not only will anyone who disapproves of Bo be silenced, but they will also see it as one of her many successes. Having to raise and prepare a child who isn’t even yours is not easy.” Soniee concluded.

Great, another weight to be placed on your shoulder based on your ability to fall in love.

“I had no Idea any of that happened.” Your eyebrows furrowed together.

“Personally, I believe that is why you’ve received such a harsh welcome, Korkie is the golden boy of Mandalore, and many will not see you fit for his wife.” You sighed, your belly filling with stress.

“Highness, the Prince is waiting for you in the library.” Your Royal Guard interrupts the conversation, and you smile at him.

“Thank you, Lady Soniee, you’ve been incredibly kind and helpful.”

“Of course, Princess. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask.” She curtsied and you walked out of a your suite into the hallway.

This dress was simpler than the last, a soft pink with embroidered flowers running up and down the smooth tulle and puffy sleeves. It was very beautiful, one you brought from Corellia that was gifted to you a few years ago. You wore pearls from Naboo, and had a soft look to your ensemble. You wanted to be perceived in a specific way by your fiancé, pure of heart, and genuine.

You open the doors to the hallway, and your guard is standing at attention.

“Would you escort me to the library?” You ask, smiling with your lips afterwards. He nods and holds his arm out for you to take, looping your own arms round his and walking down the hallway.

“You look very beautiful, your highness.” He said quietly through the metal, quiet enough that you were the only one who would hear it if anyone would be listening in. You got the lightest touch of goosebumps at his deep and gruff whisper in your ear.

“Thank you, do you think The Prince will like it?” You ask, looking up at his helmet with beady eyes.

“He would be a fool if he didn’t.” The Knight responded, and your stomach filled with butterflies. You blushed as you experienced the addictive feeling of his presence, and pulled him just a bit closer to you. The two of you walk in silence for the remainder of the journey to the beautiful library. This was a part of the palace that you had never been to before, and it was just as stunning as the rest of the castle. Books from all over the world in countless languages sat upon towering bookshelves that reached the tall ceiling. There was a large fireplace and in front of it was a number of red velvet armchairs and sofas. As you entered the quiet room, your eyes immediately found the Prince, who sat in one of the chairs reading a book, his head resting against his fist. You and the Knight walk towards him, and as you pull to unhook your harm, you feel him stretch his hand out to feel you for as long as possible before the contact breaks.

“Prince Korkie.” You curtsie, interrupting his reading. He looked up from the book and smiled, standing and bowing to kiss your hand once again.

“Your Highness, You look lovely.” After he compliments you, you turn to look at the guard, smiling.

“I hope you weren’t waiting for too long.” You as he takes your hand and guides you to sit on a sofa.

“Not at all.” He reassured, “Allow me to introduce you to Lord Vaughn, he will be chaperoning us today.” He gestured to a man sitting across from you.

“My pleasure, Princess.” He stood from his seat to bow.

“The library is beautiful, as is everything else in the palace.” You compliment.

“It’s less beautiful when it’s been your classroom growing up.” The Prince teased and you chuckle. “If you would like, please feel free to take any books at any time.” He nodded.

“Thank you, but I’ve never been very into reading.” You admit. “I much prefer music.”

“Ah yes, I play the viola, my mother taught me when I was a boy-“ Somehow he always made it about himself you noticed. You didn’t think he tried to, but conversations are rather boring when you’re just listening. He talked for nearly a half-hour about playing for the Queen of Naboo as a twelve year-old and being revered as a child prodigy for the early part of his life. You sat quietly as he bragged, telling the story to both you and the chaperone instead of keeping his focus on you. You even caught your mind wandering every now and then, glancing over to your knight to make a little face of boredom in an attempt to make him smile. You know you wouldn’t be able to see him if he had smiled, but the thought of it was enough to keep you occupied. After the Prince bragged about his viola skills for close to an hour, he finally asked what you played.

“Piano, actually. It’s my muse, if you will.” You smile, happy to have finally been included, although it was short lived. The prince then continued to talk about how the Queen could play piano but got sick of it after her sister died and hasn’t played in a very long time. He went on and on about it, and you were starting to wish you had picked up a book on your way in to pass the time.

“Allow me to show you to my favorite section of the library.” The Prince said, forcing you to snap out of your little trance as he held your hand out. You clearly hadn’t been listening for a while because you had no recollection of the previous situation, his voice was very tune-out-able. “I’ve asked the Chaperone and Knight to stay here while I do.” He smiled, and you take his hand, standing from the chair.

“Is that appropriate?” You ask.

“I’m the Prince, I can do what I want.” He shrugs and then proceeds to walk you towards a corner in the library. You look over your shoulder to the Knight one last time before you’re pulled around the corner. “This hall is where I would go when I was mad, isn’t it beautiful?” He asked.

“Yes, it is.” It had mostly desks and only a few bookshelves, but was covered in mirrors on both sides of the walls, showing an endless reflection of thousands of copies of yourself.

“I wanted to give you this, as an engagement present.” He held out a small box wrapped with a blue bow.

“Thank you…” You take the gift out of his hand.

“It was my mother’s.” He said as you untied the bow and opened the box. Inside was a beautiful necklace of a sapphire stone with a gold halo.

“It’s beautiful, thank you.” You held up the necklace to your eyes, watching how it sparkled in the light.

“May I put it on you?” He asked. You nod and hand him the jewelry. Turning around and pulling your hair to the side, you feel him hook the necklace, letting the heavy gem sit against your collarbone. You looked down at it.

“It’s incredibly beautiful, Prince Korkie.” You turn around and smile.

“Please, just Korkie.” He said before forcing a kiss on you, pushing his lips into yours forcefully and holding you in place. It startled you, you hadn’t expected this from him, especially considering how kind he had been before. This was your first kiss and was less than pleasant. You push him off you, and look at him in disbelief. You didn’t want to offend him, but couldn’t mask the look of shock and beytrayal from your face. Your stomach filled with regret, it was customary to not kiss one another until your wedding day, why had he broken that tradition? You felt as though it was your fault he forced himself onto you, and you swallowed back the feeling of anger and distrust. If anyone found out you had kissed him before the wedding, they would all blame you, regardless of who initiated the kiss. You both knew this.

“Excuse me…” You huff passed him, returning to the main room of the library and walked towards the door, you heard your Knight follow you close after, and in a fit of confusion and flusterment, you storm as fast as you can towards your room.

When you two got to a more private part of the palace, closer to the suite, you heard him speak up, “Princess, princess what’s wrong?” You hear your knight say, and before you can ignore him, you feel him grab your hand. It isn’t forceful and it doesn’t hurt, but he’s strong, he wouldn’t be letting you go unless he had to. You turn around to show a tear running down your cheek. “What did he do?” The Guard asked. You swallow thickly and try to look away, darting your eyes behind him, “Look at me.” He said.

“I can’t see your eyes.” You sniffle.

“Please, did he hurt you?” He took a step closer to you, your bodies almost flush against one another.

“We can’t do this here-“

“Did he hurt you?” The knight repeats himself, sterner this time.

You look at his helmet and sigh, “No.”

“Then why are you crying?”

“It doesn’t concern you.” You were embarrassed, and pull your hand away before walking away, trying to get to your room before bursting into tears. You heard him pick up his pace to catch up and then suddenly he was cutting you off with his body, firmly grabbing your shoulders.

“As your Royal Guard, it does concern me. I told you just this morning that I promised to protect you, and now you’ve gotten hurt twice because of my mistakes.” He said, startling you just a bit. No one had ever spoken to you this way, no one had ever shown that they care this much.

“It’s not your fault, really.” You reassure.

“But it is. What did he do to you?”

“It’s… I’m embarrassed. It’s silly and I’ll-“

“Nothing you say could ever be ‘silly’ to me.” He said, his voice hushing as he did, giving you those little goosebumps again.

You sigh, looking up at him and trying to get out your next sentence, “He-he kissed me. I wasn’t expecting it and he broke tradition and it was all so… so forced.” You admit, feeling as though he would blame you for the kiss.

“He what?”

“You’re really going to make me repeat myself?” You scoff and push passed him, you were almost to your room, if you could make it just a little further-

“He kissed you?” The knight asked.

“Yes. I told you it’s ridiculous but-“

“It’s… not. Ridiculous, that is. It’s not ridiculous. Did he ask if he could?”

“No…” You reply, “I didn’t think he had to.” You raise an eyebrow. “I just wasn't expecting such a stark betrayal of tradition and it startled me and if anyone else find out, they’ll all blame me-“

“He has no right to lay a single finger on you without your permission. He hurt you, and therefore I’ve failed at my job.” He interrupted you.

“Oh-“ You mutter, finally arriving at your door. He had done that without your consent, he had hurt you. The knight was right all along and you were stupid to not accept his help right away. You wipe a tear away from your cheek and open the door. You take a step in, and hold the door open for him to join you. “I have over an hour before dinner… I’ll have to see him again.” You swallow before closing the door.

“I’ll be there by your side, I won’t leave you again. I won’t let him hurt you like that ever again, I promise.” He was firm and confident with his words, giving you a little wave of relief as he spake them.

“Thank you.” You whipser. You take a deep breath and look at him, “You said he can’t do anything without my permission?”

“Yes. That’s how you protect yourself. Don’t give him power he doesn’t deserve.” The Knight explains.

You exhale sharply, “I had never been kissed before.” You admit, looking down at the floor. “It wasn’t what I expected, to say the least.”

“I’m sure it wasn’t… kisses are special, sacred.” He sounded pained as he said them, like it was hard for him to get the words out.

“Have you kissed anyone?” You ask, considering he had a son, you assumed he had, but never really know unless you ask.

“Yes, once, a long time ago.”

“So you haven’t had that helmet on since birth?” You lighten the mood just a little. You hear him chuckle and your stomach is filled with warmth at the noise.

“No, I haven’t.”

“Can you ever take it off?” You ask, walking over to sit on your bed, listening intently, he takes a step in that direction, too.

“Yes, I take it off to eat and bathe and sleep and sometimes I take it off to talk to my son…” He sighs, “But at work, in the palace, in the eyes of other people, it stays on. Always.This is the way.”

“I still don’t understand why.” You tilt your head.

“It… protects us, it keeps our knighthood separate from our manhood, an it’s an ancient tradition practiced by Mandalorians, we do it to respect the culture.” He nods as he speaks.

“Hm, I half expected you to say it was just because you were ugly.” You giggle, and he shakes his head. This time, you knew he was smiling under all that metal.

“Compared to you, I am nothing.” You could hear his smile in his words. You blush and the butterflies in your stomach only grow. You pause for a moment, carefully considering what you were going to say next.

“Will you… will you kiss me?” You ask, looking up at him, he goes still.

“What?”

“Will you kiss me?” You repeat yourself. He doesn’t respond at first, and for a moment, you fear you’ve made a terrible mistake. You wanted him to, you wanted to know what he meant by “kisses are sacred”. He had plagued your mind ever since you first spoke to him and you already have far more affection in your heart for the Knight than for the Prince. You wanted to kiss him.

He sighs in response, and nods once, “Close your eyes, and keep them closed.” You blushed at his agreement.

“Okay.” You say, slowly closing your eyelids and patiently awaiting his next move, feeling triumphant that he agreed. Your body fills with adrenaline as you wait, trying to slow your heart rate with deep breaths.

“Promise to keep them closed?”

“I promise.” You whisper and a few seconds after, you hear the sound of metal hitting metal, and the hollow echo of his helmet being placed on the mattress by where you sit. It took everything in you not to open your eyes, you wanted to look at him, wanted to see his eyes. But you made a promise, you had made promises to each other and had to keep those promises.

Then, ever-so-gently, you feel his warm and forgiving lips against yours.

They’re soft and light, like he didn’t want to hurt you. You melted into his touch, and against your soft skin you felt his stubble run against it. It was rough in the most satisfying and loving sensation possible. He was much kinder than the Prince, so gentle, so true. It wasn’t a very long kiss, but it was more than a peck, and held more passion and intimacy in it than any of the hours you spent with your fiancé combined. He moved just slightly against you, and you felt his bare hand come up to hold your jaw in place as he deepened it for a split second before pulling away. As your lips parted from his, your breath was taken right with them, and you had to consciously remind yourself not to open your eyes.

“Keep them closed, okay?”

“Okay.” You nodded, trying to remember the feel of his kiss. “Thank you.” Your voice was broken, and you wanted another, but before you could ask, you felt the helmet lift off the bed and the sound of gloves being pulled onto hands.

“Open.” He said after a moment, and your eyes fluttered open to see the knighted figure in front of you. “You’re welcome.”

Part three here

[brotherslayer]

I was going through the manhwa and it hit me that unlike Athy and Jennette's dresses, we never see anyone dissecting the meaning behind Claude or Anastacius's costume, even though they have much underlying symbolism to offer with all their varying colours and motifs. And these are the two most rich characters in terms of backstory and human relationships. Ur detailed dissection on Jennette's costumes are so good that I'm scarily tempted to tempt u to do this one. Will u do this one analysis🥺???

I don't know anything about the medals or the flowers on Claude's clothings since I'm don’t know flower language... But I can give my thoughts on some of his clothings.

Claude wears three types of clothings throughout the manhwa: 1. royal military uniforms 2. togas 3. victorian children clothings of the upper/middle class (play suits + sailor suits).

What is striking is that all three types of clothings he wore can be associated with freedom and oppression equally (1. military 2. ancient romans 3. royal navy).

Let's start with the first outfit he wore as a child: The sailor suit.

In 1846, the four-year-old Albert Edward, Prince of Wales was given a scaled-down version of an enlisted man’s sailor suit. It was almost certainly a carefully chosen decision calculated to make the public associate the monarchy which had declined in popularity with the most popular institution in Britain -The Royal Navy.

What do we know about the royal navy? Besides it’s role in British colonialism and the suppression of many Asian and African peoples, it helped to defeat a series of opponents for the most part countries goverened by authoritarian or dictatorial rulers (Philip II, Louis XIV, Napoleon, Kaiser Wilhelm II), in other words: tyrants.

Sailor suits which are associated with childishness and innocence stand in juxtaposition to it’s militaristic origin . It’s a reminder how young Claude was still pure and innocent, yet without being fully aware of it he was thrown into a battle for succession at such a young age, and expected to survive or die trying.

We could also dvelve into color theory a little bit: Brown is mostly associated with humility, plainness and poverty. It could be a reminder of his commoner origin. Perhaps it tells us that his mother didn’t have much money back then and Claude had to get dressed in clothes that didn’t gave away easily how often they got mended or got dirty, because his mother could only afford a few sets of clothing. This is only a speculation: perhaps the money meant for Claude was mostly used for the treatment of his mother’s sickness. (I can’t see the Emperor paying the treatment of a chronically ill lover. Unless he actually loved her).

We could also assume that Claude intentionally picked out plain brown clothing that would allow him to blend well with the environment. The flashback in chapter 73 shows us little Claude hiding behind the bushes from the palace guards. Considering his state of increased alertness, he seemed to be used to sense danger approaching and find ways to hide quickly and efficiently.

Ah before I forget too much brown can also create feelings of sadness, isolation and loneliness...alright, you get what I mean, I stop here. 

Now to Anastacius. While Claude’s attire is more lowkey about it’s violent origin: Anastacius’ is more upfront. He’s already aware of the situation he is in. He knows his little brother is more talented than him and feels threatened enough to consider the words of Caracks who tried to lure him away. Anastacius wears something resembling a mix of military uniform and a victorian play suit in blue and red.

Blue was also considered the most prestigious colour, and was granted to “royal” regiments.

I think Anastacius and Claude’s outfits were meant to show that they were at a crossroad in life. When Ana was still friendly with Claude he started out wearing play outfits and then as his relationship with Anastacius deteriorated, gradually started to wear normal suits and uniforms until he was wearing his ceremonial military uniform at the day he killed Ana.

The Obelia brother’s wearing a military uniform signifies that they are at war with someone. They are ready to spill blood. You can see it in The Lovely Princess, where when Athy meets Claude for the first time, instead of a toga he is wearing a military uniform and continues to do so almost until his death. We know that Diana was the one who introduced him to Siodonna’s fashion. With the memories of her gone, so was the peaceful presence in his life and he became a misanthrope. The memory spell had taken full affect and he was incapable to love or care for Athy in any way. Athy became his biggest torment, his enemy. Similarly our! Claude is only wearing a military uniform at official occations like Athy’s debutante ball, where he had to face the nobles which he resented so much. And even now, in the latest chapters he bothered to change his clothes with magic from a toga into a uniform when he reunited with his elder brother.

Whenever Anastacius and Claude are wearing a military uniform they are meeting someone hated (LP verse Claude met Athy, birthday baquet! Claude met the nobles (Roger), and now in chapter 109 he met his brother who had tried to kill him), they either want to demonstrate strenght (the uniform at Athy’s birthday baquet was more show) or they are ready to attack (the uniform in the recent chapters was more practical to move in).

However they are also stress on the fact that they belong to the royal family and are ought to be respected.

Ana wore almost constantly military uniforms, because he felt the need to show that he was the heir. Not only by birthright, but also in appearance. Only when he went undercover he switched his wardrobe to suits (still, in purple in the color of royality) and puffy shirts. You can see it when Anastacius entered the palace with Jennette. When Ana is fighting against Claude he is either wearing a royal blue (past) or a combination of red and black (present).

“ Black and red. In western culture, these are the two most sinister colors, as red typically conveys the meaning of blood or anger, and black is that of darkness or death. Being a very visually striking combination, they can also convey a sense of power. Together, they additionally give the impression of burning coal or wood, i.e. "fire and destruction".”

(TV Tropes: Red and Black and Evil All Over)

In his previous life he bought fire and destruction upon Obelia...like in Athy’s nightmare remember? So it’s is kind of a bad omen as well.

Anastacius uniform in black and red forms a strong contrast to Claude’s uniform, which is dyed in colors of purple and pure white. “The color purple is often associated with royalty, nobility, luxury, power, and ambition. Purple also represents meanings of wealth, extravagance, creativity, wisdom, dignity, grandeur, devotion, peace, pride, mystery, independence, and magic.”

My point is that Ana’s appearance reflect his state of mind. Being all the time at war with his brother. The paranoia to get overthrown.  The fear not to be enought. He insisted on wearing the ceremonial royal uniform, the crown and the coat, in royal colors, because he felt inferior towards Claude and it made him feel safer. If he thought his own skills as heir were lacking he sought to compensate with the way he presented himself in public (his inferiority complex might have contributed to his lavish livestyle and tendency to waste money). 

The only exception where Ana is not wearing a uniform is a scene during the time of Ana and Claude’s falling out. But he still emphasizes that he belongs to the Imperial family in another way: The brooch on his vest, has the same blue shade as the color of his eyes, which are a trademark sign that only the Imperial family possesses. In chapter 109, Claude and Athy chose to wear a similary colored brooch to show that they are the “true” heirs.

[yostresswritinggirl]

Childe NSFW Headcanons

May not make sense 100% due to mind still clouded by sickness lmaooo

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Sex is a drug to Childe that has the same ecstasy as that of a good fight, a less threatening and less deadly alternative. It makes his heart pump in excitement, his muscles strain the same way as reflex, stamina challenged to the max against an opponent.

And honestly, in his eyes, the bed too is a battlefield. There are a lot of things taken into consideration when in the bed with this man:

He likes to wrestle for dominance and his stamina is that of a lion in heat. While he lives in the sensation, he also revels in the pleasure of his partner. It's a two-way battle, and every moment in bed will not be dull when you deal with him.

Clothes are off his back everytime, no skips. Doesn't matter if you're not taking yours off, even if it's much appreciated if it wasn't on you, but he's keeping his back out on the open— yes, back.

He prides himself victorious whenever you dig your nails into his back, the sensation tingling him and the pain edging him with thrill.

With that in mind, Childe pays CLOSE attention to your fingernails before every session. If they're long and sharp, that's cool, spicy. If they're trimmed down and filed tho, hoho, it's gonna be a loooong night.

He will make it his mission, an added challenge, for you to scratch his back DEEP with those dull fingernails and he will pound you into oblivion until you manage that. If not— well oopsie, the sun is shining now.

You may despise the scars on his back but he loves the heck out of it. Able to pleasure you like that, he'll definitely go around the house shirtless just to flex for a bit over the good night you had.

Speaking of being shirtless, he keeps his gloves on for a short period of time during your woohoo. Uh, why? Because the graze of the material when he runs it over your supple skin gives you the slightest yet most delectable shiver he savours watching.

The way you writhe under his grasp just like that, intensified too with how dim the lights are and how unexpected his fleeting touches would be—

Then he'll toss it away because he wants to finally grasp your flesh fully under his touch. Good shit.

Aftercare for child is,,, dependent. This decision lies mostly on you, criterias such as: a) whether you're conscious after sex, and b) whether you're conscious that you're clean after sex.

If you're too lazy or tired for cleaning up, he's uhm he's actually staying in you. Knotting. You're sleeping with a piece of him in you, so too uh totally prevent your juices from spilling hehe.

If you wake up aroused because of your circumstance, he'll happily indulge you. But he's honestly satisfied as is, so you don't have to worry about working so early in the morning.

Frustrated sex/hate sex barely happens, or doesn't happen at all. Tartaglia excels in strength in more ways that exceed your own, a huge chance he can punt you to the ground easily. And this knowledge, although thrilling, scares the man a lot.

Frustration, stress and anger is dealt off by finding someone to fight. He will not risk hurting you beyond what is pleasurable in bed.

Because to him moments together with you should be done out of love and nothing more.

He wants you to sleep in the bed remembering good memories, to dream in a blanket of positive thoughts and no remains of such horrible fragments.

It's always either top, bottom or switch right. So I present to you: all of the above. Childe likes to be on top, and if you try to dominate, he'll gladly be bottom— power bottom. Sorry honey, it's a battlefield, man's not backing down.

And finally, hands. He likes to either have your hands joined together during sex or your hands ALWAYS on him. Your squeezes and grips can ground him and he uses it to look out for his strength a lot: he uses your grip and noises to measure whether he's going too strong or too slow and will adjust accordingly.

Scaramouche NSFW Headcanons

Didn't see this one coming, did you? owo

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Scaramouche is into show and tell a lot, and even before the game itself, he's making things slow and sensual in the rare moments that he has all the time in the world tonight.

He'll slowly take off his pieces of clothing one by one while maintaining solid eye contact, making sure you watch. And after his, it is his obligation to the same to you, hand gliding over the buttons and undoing them with slow yet precise movements.

He acts like a predator seducing his prey before pouncing. Urging. Manipulating. Soon enough while your senses are overwhelmed with the tingles of his hands brushing against your skin ever so slightly, you'd already found yourself on your back on the bed, fully undressed.

No, Scaramouche does not wear his fuckin hat in bed, don't ruin the mood-

Sex is like therapy to him especially with you. He uses it to get away from the world's heavy burdens and cruel machinations by drowning himself in pleasure enough to pull him away. And with this he brings you the gentleness he only ever uses when he muses or ploys under the enemy's nose.

He will divulge himself in all the details, run his hand over your ecstatic flesh: how your blood flows through your body, the bumps appearing as he passes by it, how your pulse quickens during such moments. If you look at his eyes, he looks distracted and far away, but he'll notice you staring and you'd know he's still there.

As one of his moments of relaxation, just like Childe he doesn't get violent or abusive during it. But it's not entirely impossible either, for he has moments where the frustration comes with him and he just needs a better, more brash distraction. Hot, steamy woohoo comes around when his idiot workmates do him under like the usual fuck-ups they are, lol.

Scaramouche... finds the most pleasure in overstimulation, from both sides. Short darling does not like to choose sides but he is very easy to flip over and top especially when he's still coming down from a high—

So while you top him and pound him while he's still sensitive, he's a writhing, begging mess. He's sputtering because of overstimulation, and you can do this over and over again until you know he's satisfied. How do you know he's done?

Ah, well, he flips you over and topping you for one last time with such a violent pace and a dangerous glint in his eyes. You dare make him putty, he'll do it ten times worse to you.

Scara likes bite marks on the first phase, the foreplay, or the slow and sensual phase. He doesn't like going to your neck, biting while on the peak of the sex, because it's both distracting and hard to crane so damn low like that.

The way he bites is like this: he'll first softly nuzzle his lips to your neck (his go-to spot for chomping), plant a lingering kiss, give a tentative lick then bite down. He will suck on it depending on how long he wants that hickey to stay, but there will always be ONE that stays for days. Sorry, citizen, standard procedure.

Another thing, Scaramouche is awfully quiet during sex. He doesn't hold back his noises but he ends up paying attention to yours more, aaaand he barely talks, whether it be sweet nothings or bitey remarks.

When you ask him about this the first time, the Harbinger would be pleasantly surprised because he himself didn't notice. But he could only offer a shrug and brush away the talk with a blush, stating something along the lines of 'pillow talk shouldn't be done in broad daylight.'

And so you made a hypothesis: he could be silent because he usually can't shut up like what the others said, right? Whether he quiets down from exhaustion or from guilt, you'll never find out.

After sex, he rests by leaning his ear on your chest, burying his face between your breasts. The sound is a nice lullaby enough to send him to sleep peacefully.

We all have our own interpretation of NSFW headcanons and this is just a personal thought upon breaking down their character deeper in a more psychological way lololol. May or may not be experienced on lewd stuff kek-

[nagito-kissmaeda]

I don't know if I've Talked to you yet? But may i get Nagito with a Talentless! S/o who's a Degradee. So whenever He Gets angry and Talks about her because of her talent. She's attracted to it. But is able to hide it for a while. But one day she slips up ane admit she likes it to hajime and nagito happens to overhear it. (I'd love a Nsfw Fic) if your open.

ミ☆ Thanks for the request! This was very interesting for me to write because i dont usually make Komaeda so.......mean. It does get pretty filthy so i hope that’s okay ahah.  Word Count:  2882

Warnings: Fem reader, no pronouns, explicit sexual content, degradation, possessive behaviour

You’re not sure that Komaeda’s insults are having their desired effect.

Generally, the other students of class 77-B treat you perfectly well, even kindly. You’d braided Sonia’s hair for her once when it was windy and getting in her eyes, after that she seemed to take a liking to you and started inviting you to eat lunch with her in the main course building. At first you were very nervous, shaking as you lurked in the doorway, holding your bento box between your quivering hands. 

But then, “Good afternoon, everyone! I’d like you all to meet my new friend!” Sonia said brightly, and everything sort of fell into place.

Everything except Komaeda. 

Presently, he has you backed up against a wall, one hand pressed up beside your head. He’s quite a bit taller than you, and has to crane his head down when his lip curls up in disgust. You aren’t really sure what his problem is, but he finds a way to antagonise you almost every day. Like he’s trying to convince you to snap. It isn’t working, but it is doing something else.

“How much did your parents pay, huh?” He whispers, voice eerily delicate even as his eyes burn with vitriol, “How much did you sacrifice just so you could pretend to be worth something?”

Your mouth has gone dry. Your eyes flit around his face, trying too hard not to focus on the subtle movement of his lips. 

“Ah, are you too afraid to answer? Afraid of what I might think of you?” 

You are not afraid. 

Komaeda leans in closer, lips curling up in a snarl, “you mustn’t concern yourself with such things.“

You are something far worse than that.

“My opinion of you will remain less than dirt regardless of your answer.” 

You are aroused and a pathetic little moan breaks away from your mouth at the feeling of his breath on your face, at his closeness, and the way he leers down at you like you are nothing more than a nuisance to him. His tongue darts out of his mouth to wet his lower lip and you whine . 

He laughs, mistaking the sound for one of fear, “The only reason I don’t pull you from our classroom and lock the door behind you, is because Sonia seems to enjoy your company. I’m sure her little fancy will not last long.” He smiles, “so make the most of the honour while it lasts.”

Komaeda leans back from you, and it feels like you can finally catch your breath again. Trying your hardest to ignore the way your heart is racing and just how wet your panties are getting. He does not seem to notice, lips curling up in a smirk that makes your breath hitch as he turns on his heel.

He did not notice the effect he was having on you. Far too concerned with trying to get you away from the rest of his ultimate classmates before you have a chance to dirty them with your pathetic presence. After all, even he was above you and that was saying something. Komaeda leaves you quivering in the hallway and heads back through the open door of classroom 77-B, but the sound of running feet brings him pause. He closes the door most of the way, leaving it open enough that he can watch through the gap without you noticing. 

“Hey.” Hinata says breathlessly, coming to a stop where you are still leaning against the wall, “I saw Komaeda bothering you, are you alright?” 

Komaeda scoffs. Hinata is just as much a problem as you are, always hanging around Nanami-san like it’s his given right. 

“Huh?” You say, still noticeably shaking, “oh I’m fine.” 

Komaeda smirks. If asked, he would claim that he only harassed you for the good of his fellow classmates; he would not admit the exhiliarion he feels in the moments when he finally gets to be better than someone. When he has you up against a wall like that, when he talks down to you like that. He feels something in his gut. A twisting that feels almost euphoric. 

Hinata huffs and crosses his arms, “look, that guy's an asshole. I can see you shaking, did he threaten you or something?” 

“No! Not really? I’m just…..uh…..” Komaeda can see you twisting your hands with nerves, his brows draw together in confusion, “I think I…like it…” 

Hinata balks, “wait. What?” He hisses, and Komaeda is thinking something very similar.

“When he’s mean to me like that.” You breathe, chewing on your lower lip, “when he has me up against the wall I...feel...good…” 

“No. Stop. Please.” Hinata exclaims, waving his hands in front of his face, “look, we’ve got to get to class. I don’t want to hear anymore about this. Okay?” 

Komaeda’s breath is caught in his throat as he watches the both of you walking back down the hall. Horrified at the tightness in his crotch. He whirls around and leans back on the wall, cupping a hand over his mouth to hide his heavy breathing. 

Those little noises you were making, the way you were shaking beneath him. 

This had not been his intention. 

Though, he supposes he can entertain the idea. Just to see how you react. It might even be fun. 

*

A few days later, you are back in the mostly vacant classroom with Sonia and Ibuki, the latter is in the middle of painting the nails on your right hand. 

“I know you said you don't really like this colour, but it glows in the dark, so that makes up for it, rigggggght?” Ibuki says; her nailpolish skills are lacking so your fingers are a bit of a mess, but you’re having fun anyway. 

“I think i might scare myself tonight when i turn the lights off and my fingers start glowing.” you laugh, Sonia titters politely behind her hand, but her expression quickly changes. 

“Oh.” She says, looking over your shoulder, “Hello, Nagito.”

You freeze. Throat going dry. You are not prepared for another encounter with Komaeda. 

“Ah, Hello. It’s nice to see the both of you.” He says. It does not escape your notice that he purposefully didn't even acknowledge your presence. 

“Don’t get too close naggy-waggy.” Ibuki replies, tongue sticking out as she starts painting the nails on your other hand, “I must focus on my art!”

A shiver runs up your spine when you feel the warmth of another body behind you. Komaeda leans over your shoulder to look down at your nails as Ibuki paints them, you can feel his breath on the side of your neck, you can smell him. He smells really good, why does he have to smell so good?

“You’ve improved a lot since your last attempt, Mioda-san.” Komaeda says, you can practically feel the words on your skin.

Ibuki laughs, “Kaz was a very good sport when I spilled it all over his arms! Plus! He was glowing for three days straight and i actually think it looked pretty sick!!!” 

“You're very lucky to have someone as wonderful as Mioda-san do your nails.” Komaeda breathes, you turn your head just a little. His face is so close to yours, his lips quirked up in the corners just enough that you know he is mocking you. Then, as he finally begins to stand back up again, he whispers in your ear, “after all, you’re just a pathetic reserve course student, aren't you?”

You feel his lips brush against the shell of your ear, and you swear it can't be intentional, but a shudder runs through you so powerful that you accidentally bump the nailpolish out of Ibuki’s hand. 

You are too busy trying to help her and Sonia clean up the mess, to notice the way Komaeda looks back, hands in his pockets and smirking at how easy it was to rattle you.

Yes, he thinks. This will be fun. 

*

It continues like this for some time. Komaeda is always lingering close to you, whispering in your ear. He’s always loved watching you squirm, but now it feels like he is doing more often, more shamelessly. After weeks of what feels like almost endless torment, something finally snaps. 

You’re dashing down the hall at lunch, it’s a decent walk from the reserve course building to the main course, so you really have to put the leg work in if you want to spend any real time with Sonia before heading back over again. You round a corner and run headlong into Komaeda. The universe has a hilarious sense of humour.

“Ah.” He starts, cocking his hips to the side while staring down at you, “What rotten luck.”

You glare at him, “Rotten luck, indeed.” 

Komaeda laughs, “Is that so? I’m quite sure this is the highlight of your day.” You stiffen as he leans down by your ear, his long fingers coming to rest on your hip, “You do so enjoy it when I mock you, after all.” 

You feel his teeth on the side of your throat, not really biting, but pressing down just enough that you can feel them. You release a shaky moan, digging your nails into your palms.

“Just like a reserve course student to revel in my touch; in whatever form it comes.” His hand grips tighter, you can feel his nails pressing hard against your skin, “I could bite down so hard that you bleed, and you’d still moan, wouldn’t you?” 

You would. Oh god you would. Your legs are shaking, you can feel his warm breath in your ear and you’re becoming painfully aware that this is happening in the hallway. You swallow as your eyes dart open to the supply closet behind Komaeda. He grins saccharinely as he follows your eyes, grabbing you by the hand and tugging you down the hall. Before you have a chance to ask what is going on-

The door to the supply closet clicks shut, and you are suddenly very aware of your situation. It takes you eyes a moment to adjust to the dim light, but when they do, you can see the utter hunger in Komaeda’s eyes. You swallow.

“How...how long have you known?”

“Known what?” He asks, feigning innocence.

You huff, “don’t make me say it!” 

Komeda crosses his arms, “no, I seem to have forgotten. I’ll need you to remind me.” 

You avert your eyes, scowling down at the ground, “how long have you known, that your degradation turns me on?”

He grins, “Almost a month.”

Your head snaps back up in horror, “So you’ve been toying with me on purpose this whole time?” You scoff, “What am I saying, of course you have been.”

“You’re lucky that I pay attention to you at all.” He breathes, and your heart starts racing at the jangle of a belt buckle.

This can’t be happening.

“You should be worshipping me.” Komaeda purrs over the sound of a leather belt being tugged through its loops. Your legs are quivering.The snick of a button coming undone, the sound of a zipper, and the thump of your knees hitting the floor all happen within seconds of each other. 

Komaeda chokes on a laugh. “I thought I would have to ask you to kneel.” He pulls his cock out of his boxers, already half hard as a smirk crawls up the side of his face, “But it seems you already know your place.” 

His cock is very pretty. Pale and slim with a blush red tip that you can't help wanting to suck on. 

“Don’t worry.” Komaeda whispers, “I have very low expectations for someone as talentless as yourself. I’ll be impressed if you even manage to make me come.”

Arousal shudders through you at his words, leaning forward and giving the head of his cock a cursorly lick. His breath catches in his throat. Such a pretty sound, you want to hear it more. One of his hands curls into your hair as you open your mouth wide and take the whole head in, sucking gently before bobbing your mouth halfway down. 

“ Ah! ” Komaeda hisses, hips stuttering deeper into your throat, “What an honour for you... aha ...to have an ultimate’s cock in your mouth, what a privilege .” his words break off into a laugh, wheezy and breathless as you take him all the way down, tears prickling in your eyes as it becomes harder to breathe. His head thumps back against the wall of the closet, cock pumping harder and faster into your open mouth as his nails dig into your scalp. You can feel drool running down your chin and dripping down to the floor, keening and moaning around his cock as you lathe the underside of the head with your tongue. 

“Who...Who knew...that this would be your one use…” Komaeda stammers, hips twitching and rolling into your mouth over and over, “is this your talent? Aha! Is sucking cock your talent?”

You make a noise of affirmation, unable to form words as he keeps relentlessly fucking into you. One of your hands slips up under your skirt and into your panties. It isn't surprising how wet you are, moaning unabashedly as you circle your swollen clit with a finger. 

“Ah... Ah! Look at you!” Komaeda exclaims, voice high and breathy as he tries to hold back another moan, “Being used like this turns you on, doesn't it? I wonder if one of those reserve course boys could do this to you.” he laughs breathlessly, “I wonder if you would let one of those reserve course boys fuck your mouth in the supply closet.” he grins down at you, eyes wild and almost unhinged, “I dont think you would, would you? I think you only want me, isn't that right?”

“Yes…” you manage to slur around him, circling your clit faster and faster, “nghh...only...you”

Your assertion only spurs him on further, hiking on leg up over your shoulder and pressing the heel of shoe hard into the wall behind you, hips stuttering forward with no discernible rhythm. You moan deep in the back of your throat and curl your arm around his thigh, feeling the muscles flex below your fingers as fucks into your mouth with unbridled desparetion. For all his talk, he seems to find your blow job abilities pretty competent.

“Don’t... ahh! ...Don’t stop-“ he groans, teeth gritted together, sweat dripping down his brow, “I...I’m gonna…” 

You’re close too. Your fingers pressing hard on your clit, circling almost brutally as you take his cock further down your throat. You can’t help but peer up at him, lording over just how thoroughly ruined he looks. Usually so neat, so clean. He looks like a perfect mess and it makes you keen around him, hips grinding harder into your own hand as you get closer and closer.

“You’re mine...all mine” Komaeda rasps, twitching and moaning, “Your mouth is mine to fuck...no-no one else can— AHHH!” 

His head collides with the wooden wall so loudly that you’re almost worried it hurts, and then he comes hard down your throat. You aren’t far behind, knees shaking and shuddering under your weight as you come tumbling over the edge, absolutely soiling your panties. There’s a filthy mixture of cum and saliva dripping out from your mouth that you swallow as best you can with Komaeda’s softening cock still in your mouth. The foot he had up against the wall slowly drops, resting gently on your shoulder instead as he catches his breath. You can see his chest rising and falling, his eyes gently closed. He’s cute when he’s not being such an asshole. 

Finally, he pulls his hips back and his cock slips out of your mouth, there isn’t too much of a mess on that front, at least nothing you can’t wipe away with the back of your hand, but your panties are another story. You’re just going to pray that they dry off a little before you have to go back to class.

Komaeda slides his leg from your shoulder and leisurely starts tucking himself back into his pants. You aren’t really sure what you’re supposed to be doing, so you just sit on the floor and wait for him to finish.

He hums, reaching down and tilting your chin up with a finger, “maybe you aren’t entirely pathetic.” he surprises you when he leans down and slots his lips against yours, flicking his tongue into your mouth, “if I’m able to make time in my busy schedule, I could shove my cock somewhere else next time.” 

You moan audibly, nodding your head with probably a little too much gusto.

Komaeda grins, all teeth and gums, and says, “I look forward to it.”

So do you.

[wangshuus]

no love left | diluc ragnvindr

pairing: diluc ragnvindr/gn. reader

genre: angst

wc: 3.2k

cw: mild cussing, brief mentions of violence, probably lore breaking too lol. 

summary: falling out of love is painful but maybe it’s what you needed.

note: please read the authors note after the story ESPECIALLY if you’re confused because i’ve implemented a few odd aspects into this story. i was just typing out whatever so essentially it’s more word vomit (again lol) but uhh yeah. most of the important stuff is at the bottom so like i said before, read that authors note at the end!!

lightly proofread, please don’t mind any errors

fic below the cut.

When the esteemed bachelor Diluc Ragnvindr finally settled down with a lover, the news did not fail to spread across Mondstadt like a wildfire. It was the talk of town for who knows how long but as time passed, the people settled down and the buzz eventually died but no one ever failed to acknowledge the young Ragnvindr and his beloved when they were together. Although the two preferred to keep a composed look to the public eye, the admiration they held for each other burned as bright as a summers day in their eyes at all times when they were together; from that alone, anyone could tell they were in love

So where did it all go wrong?

You sat across from Diluc at a table in the winery, the air thick with a suffocating tension that felt like it was going to swallow you whole at any minute now. Your hands rested on the table in front of you as you barely managed to keep your hands from trembling as a storm of emotions stirred inside of you as you felt your composure on the brink of cracking any second. You decided to finally break the silence as you spoke up, a slight tremble in your voice.

“What is it Diluc? Huh? I was hoping you’d have the decency to speak up about whatever the hell is going on instead of leaving me in the dark but it’s been far too long now. Now tell me Diluc, what’s going on?”

Oh the way your words slipped from your mouth made the room feel so cold, even if you didn’t wield a vision of any sorts. Diluc took a deep breath before he decided to speak up.

“What went on between the two of us was purely business.” Was the simple statement he gave.

Was?

“They’ve shown themselves to be quite the individual, wielding good etiquette with both business and a weapon.” He spoke out once more.

“God sake Diluc you’re fucking stalling at this point. You know what, I’ll make it easier for you. Do you still love me?”

There was a pause. A long painful pause. You already had your answer.

“(Y/n), I still care for you more than you can ever imagine, I truly do.”

The words felt like knives piercing through your form and from that, you felt the first tear slip down your face.

“Diluc, are you even aware of how terrible I feel in this situation right now? I’m watching my lover from a far doing lord knows what and you expect me to just tolerate it? I trusted you enough which is why I never pried at it but fuck Diluc, it’s just unbearable at this point.”

“I never did act upon anything in fears of making the situation worse--” You cut him off.

“Making the situation worse huh? So you were out here trying to do some crowd control weren't you? Was if for the sake of not hurting me or or for the sake of not tainting your pristine reputation?”

“I said before, I really do care for you still.” His hand reached towards your own as he held your hand with utmost gentleness. You were almost convinced he still loved you as much as he did in the past.

“However, I can’t deny that our dynamic has indeed changed. I…” His grip on your hand tightened.

“I can’t lie to you and say that I love you the way I did before.”

There it was.

“You don’t look at me the way you used to, you know? Your eyes used to be so full of love whenever you looked at me but that look is reserved for someone else now, isn’t it? You’ve looked at me with nothing but sorrow and pity nowadays and I guess my assumptions of the worst were correct.” You said as your voice trembled even more.

You wanted to pull your hand away so badly, the hand that once brought you such warmth now felt as if it was searing your skin. But you couldn’t. Not when this was mostly likely the last time you’d ever feel such an intimate touch from him. You found yourself to be conflicted as to whether you wanted to pull away out of pure frustration or savour the moment as it could be the last of him you would ever get to have for yourself.

“(Y/n), from the bottom of my heart, I’m truly sorry. I’ve loved you for so long and you’ve given me more love than I could’ve ever imagined. I never wanted things to change but I suppose fate had other plans. I’ll never stop caring for you however, I’m afraid I’ve stopped loving you in the way you’re used to.”

The truthful words were ones that felt like hell to swallow. You didn’t want to believe it but you knew damn well he was telling the truth. The sincerity and softness in his voice made it so hard to be completely mad at him. He was so gentle with his words but the truth of them did nothing but make your heart hurt and ache. An empty chuckle left your lips as your features were now graced with a bittersweet smile.

“Ah, I think I would’ve appreciated it if you were meaner with your responses. Maybe then I wouldn’t have such a hard time letting you go.” You finally managed to look him in the eyes, his reflection showing on your glossy orbs.

He felt his own heart churn with remorse and guilt, seeing as he terribly hurt the one person that he had sworn to love and protect for the rest of his days. He felt sick over the fact he failed to keep part of the promise-- the part where he said that he would continue to love you.

That was one of the last times you had ever seen Diluc Ragnvindr.

--

Your body shook as the freezing temperatures of Dragonspine overtook your senses. You sat up against a rock, your back leaning onto it as you struggled to keep yourself upright. You were barely holding on by a thread as you physically felt numb. However, your mind swirled with a storm of emotions, almost as strong as the last day you had seen your ex-lover but this time, you reminisced on your time as you felt like this would be your final moments.

You pondered over the fact that this might’ve been the reason that he no longer loved you in the way you wished to be loved by him. You wanted his affections, you wanted his love, you wanted him. But you were too weak. That was it. He let you go for someone that was strong, so very strong; both mentally and physically. God, you couldn’t even compare to the likes of them, being nothing but a measly old adventurer, one that wasn’t even fortunate enough to wield a vision. You were nothing but weak in your own eyes; that's what brought you to your demise.

In your hands, you clutched one of the last treasures you had found in the cursed mountains. It was a pretty little collar that held a jewel that twinkled so beautifully despite the dull, hazy environment.

“You do not wish to be weak anymore do you, little one? Do not be afraid, put me on and I’ll grant you the desires you so wish to obtain. Abide by my rules and obtain for me the essence of life and together, we can make sure that everyone will hail before you.”

A voice echoed inside your head as your mind began to spiral. All morals, memories and feelings began to drown out until you were barely hanging on by thread.

“Hurry, time is of the essence! Quick!”

With little energy you had left, you were able to hang the new found possession around your neck. The second you let go of the clips that held the piece together, you felt a tight constriction around your neck, the feeling was suffocating. Just like the last time you had seen Diluc. For a moment, you thought of the red haired male you once held to dear and close to your heart. It ached for him once more in that very moment because he was the very essence of warmth and it was something that you so desired in such a moment like this. The way he held you against him in the coldest of nights in an attempt to keep you warm and oh how it worked wonderfully. It was a memory that slowly faded away with your conscience. Your hands graced themselves lightly around your neck as you struggled to breathe even more than before, your body finally running out of any sort of energy as you fell limp against the cold and soft snow.

Anything. From this point on, you would do anything to get stronger. You no longer cared for any mishaps that happened along the way. You had no love left, nothing but the hunger for power that drowned out the aching void that was now left behind after everything was torn away from you.

“Sorry... to also have you shoulder the grievances of the world. Since you could endure my bitter cold, you must have the desire to burn? Then, burn away the old world for me.”

Within the bustling harsh winds of the Dragonspine mountains laid a girl with a jewelled necklace as well as a cold, icy blue orb that shined brightly against the blizzards.

--

“The expedition out in Dragonspine was a complete disaster! The winds were harsher than usual and how could we predict such a nasty storm would’ve been upon us? We planned so far ahead and yet it ended up utterly terrible.” One of the adventurers commented as they were in the process of recovering after descending from the unforgiving mountains.

“Did everyone that went on the expedition come back? There’s absolutely no way we can risk going up there again, at least not for a while.” Another commented.

There was an excruciating silence within the camp.

“Has anyone seen (Y/n)?”

--

Diluc had set out once the late hours of the night and the early hours of the morning came upon him. He continued to lurk from the shadows and deal with whatever trivial matters that had to be dealt with in the dead of night as he always did. He had heard of a few nuisances that arose near the outskirts of Dragonspine that hadn’t been dealt with yet. Of course the knights wouldn’t bother with this anyways, as per usual what he thought to himself.

Though the male held a pyro vision, the sharp and bitter cold of Dragonspine was something that never failed to make him uncomfortable.

He swiftly made his way to the location, being stealthy and fast with his movements in an attempt to get the job done faster to refrain from being caught. Once he had made his way to the destination, he remained hidden while he examined the area. In the far distance, he saw camps, hilichurl as well as Fatui camps that were not too far off. His face held a look of distaste as his eyes laid upon the familiar trademark symbol of the Snezhnayan organization.

Just as he was about to step out and deal with the hilichurl camp himself, a figure emerged from afar and into the camp. The movements of said person were agile, fast and swift, ice shards being directed in the direction of every living being on the camp. A blizzard stirred so fiercely upon the camp and as the barbaric bitter winds of the snow died down, there was almost nothing left of the camp that once stood there.

Not a single soul.

Diluc very cautiously moved closer to get a better look at the strange person that appeared before him. His eyes widened in disbelief as he started to make out the figure, his mind refusing to believe what he saw in front him, almost regretting letting his curiosity get the best of him.

“I wasn’t aware that you people are unable to take care of a measly little hilichurl camp. I specifically stated to clear the area before anything else and you couldn’t even follow instructions as simple as that, or perhaps I wasn’t clear enough with my statement?” An icy voice boomed out towards a trio of Fatui skirmishers.

That voice was all too familiar to Diluc. It was so familiar yet it sounded so different, so harsh, so cold. Yet, it was the voice that confirmed his unruly suspicions.

“Make up for your poor performance by getting the camps set up in a decent manner at the very least. I’d rather spare myself the trouble of punishing the likes of you people. You don’t wish to cross me any further, do you?” A cold, hard glare very evident on your fact that was directed to the three in front of you.

They frantically shook their heads, sputtering out a series apologies in an attempt to ease your annoyance.

“Make use of yourselves and set up immediately. By the time I come back to supervise the area, everything should be set up in a manner that is nothing less than perfect. If you wish to please me this time, do as you’re told this time. Now go.” You shook them off with a wave of a hand as they saw themselves away in an instant.

You took your time to avoid the now empty camp that rid itself of almost all remains. A hand placed itself atop the jewel that gracefully sat between your collarbones. The voices that swirled in your head chanting for more power and more life eventually died down as the constrictions of your beloved collar began to loosen, just enough so you could breathe. You let out a breathe that you had been holding before regaining your composure. You stood up straight with a proud stature before speaking out.

“I know you are there, may as well come forth voluntarily unless you want be to bring you out myself.”

Diluc’s blood ran cold when he realized that that you were most likely referring to him, baffled at how you were able to pick up on his own presence. He cautiously revealed himself and made his way a little closer to you. The second you laid eyes on the redhead, you felt like your world stopped for a second. The initial shock was replaced with amusement as the scene unfolded in front of you.

“And to think that last time we saw each other would be the last.” You said before bitterly chuckling.

Diluc took some time to muster up words and recover from his initial shock.

“You never came back from that mission. You were claimed to be dead by the guild the day after and yet here you are. The people mourned over you. I mourned for you. What has become of you, (Y/n)?” Diluc spoke out, pain and sadness laced within his tone.

“Ha, they mourned? As well as yourself? Don’t make me laugh Ragnvindr. Was your mourning perhaps an act in an attempt to keep up your reputation. Would not surprise me in the slightest if that were the case. I refuse to accept the pity of others, and I absolutely detest if it is empty and meaningless. Pity is for those who are weak and as far as I’m concerned--”

You stepped closer to Diluc before you continued.

“I’m not weak anymore.”

“(Y/n), you were never weak--” Diluc said before he was cut off.

“Bullshit Ragnvindr. Utter bullshit.” You harshly spat.

“I wasn’t able to handle myself before. I was nothing but weak. It was one of the reasons you fell out of love with me, was it not? You wanted a strong individual that could take care of themselves and you sure got one, but it wasn’t me at the time. Look now Ragnvindr, I am strong now.”

He took a better look at you as the realization of your position has begun to sink in.

“You... you’re…” In one of the rare times of his life, he was at a loss for words.

“Ah, Ah, Cat got your tongue? Poor boy can’t even muster up any words.” You chuckled mockingly.

“Fatui Harbinger, Ragnvindr. Number 12. Surely you’ve heard right?” You boldly stated.

Yes, he did hear. The Tsaritsa had taken another Harbinger under her wing yet the news and information of said Harbinger was extremely scarce and yet, No.12 stood right before Diluc.

No.12 was once his own beloved.

“What exactly led to all of this? What caused all of this to happen? What have you done to yourself?” The questions kept pouring out from Diluc’s mouth.

“It was quite simple. I got sick and tired of being weak and having things being taken from me. I have lost too many things to count and I have sacrificed many things to become who I am today. I do not regret a single thing I have done since I have started being selfish and being selfish has kept me from getting hurt again. I do not need you anymore, I do not need anyone in fact. I live for myself and to serve the needs of the Tsaritsa to repay her for giving me a chance to live the way I should’ve been all along.” You look at him with a taunting smirk on your face.

The (Y/n) (L/n) that was once known to be the beloved of Diluc Ragnvindr was dead. They died the moment you stepped out of the winery for the very last time. You were (Y/n), No.12 of the Fatui Harbingers. You were the one that sacrificed yourself to a curse upon the Dragonspine mountains in exchange for power to fill the void that was left behind. You no longer had the longing for love; you had none left after all. You craved for power and leverage over others and you refused to let people trample over you like they did before. You refused to be weak again. With the help of your new found vision as well as the curse that now burdened you, you would conquer the world and burn the old one away, along with your old self.

With no love left, there was nothing left to lose after all.

A/N: SOOOO the whole choker thing might be a little confusing but BASICALLY i took the whole concept from the “Love me, Love me, Love me.” song where the girl gets that cursed necklace/choker and i changed the concept around a little bit so that in exchange for power, dear reader has to basically slaughter things to keep the choker from killing them LOL (I’m tired pls my mind if SPIRIALING rn lmfao)

the italics in the second chunk are the weird choker speaking to the reader since it's a whole ‘curse’ thing and the bold italics in the second chunk is basically a quote from genshin from the cryo gemstone thingies and i used it to signify the reader getting a cryo vision^^ there’s a lot i wanna say but i’m too lazy to elaborate sorry lol. kinda feel like making more parts to this bc i feel like the story could go one but ehhh we’ll see how I’m feeling. i really just wanted to make a oneshot where the reader goes batshit after so ahahahahhaha. (also this fic feels lore breaking as fuck but its ok LMAO)

[kendochick-moor]

October 2009 - Naruto - KakaSaku - Naughty Day

First time ever writing Naruto fanfic. *shaking head* Of course it’s unfinished...

KakaSaku, WIP, rated E for everyone at this point. Humour. I was hoping to have it ready for the "Naughty Day" prompt deadline, but I'm still working on it...

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The sun fell slowly to the horizon and lit the sky in myriad colours as the day drew to a close. It shone beautifully through the Hokage’s windows in the Tower, illuminating the powerful shinobi before her.

Powerful, revered, and mostly naked shinobi.

The Copy Nin was not amused, but was not about to irk his Hokage further.

“Where is it, Hatake?” she demanded.

“I really don’t know what’s happened to it. You see, on my way here I was accosted by a senior citizen on her way to the public baths--.”

“Can it. You have the most recent Icha Icha on you. I know you do. I saw you reading it on your way into the building. Where is it and what day does it say?”

He was caught. The Copy Nin maintained his aloof façade and pretended to search for the answer in the ceiling. He was relieved all over again at having been allowed to keep his mask on.

“Oh, I just remembered where it was!” he exclaimed happily.

“Finally!” sighed the Hokage, leaning back from her desk. “Ok, so when has that old pervert declared this year’s,” she paused and closed her eyes briefly in a sign of resignation, “’Naughty Day’ to be?”

Kakashi’s happy eye-crease deepened above his mask as his hands dropped to the waistband of his shuriken-patterned boxers. “No, I remembered where I put my Icha Icha. What a relief,” he started to pull down his shorts. “You see, I remember I hid it deep inside my—.”

“THAT IS ENOUGH,” hollered the Hokage, fists slamming into her desk as she leveled a glare at her subordinate. The crunch reverberated through the office, and no doubt most of the Tower.

Silence reigned for a moment between them; anger rolled off the village matriarch in waves as a few pieces of plaster fell from the ceiling to shower down on the composed Copy Nin.

A full minute passed in murderous tension as Tsunade struggled to regain herself before her infuriating ninja.

Finally, with a dignified glower, her eyebrows dipped low, as did her voice, and she spoke.

“Years ago, when Jiraiya came up with that stupid ‘holiday’, I had hoped it would pass as a fad,” she said. Kakashi remained stoically present, hands crossed in front of him and folded over his man-bits, just in case. He made a sympathetic noise, but didn’t dare move for fear of attracting her wrath again. “But he kept encouraging it, and now every year since I’ve had to deal with every shinobi in the village trying to sweep Konoha’s ‘maidens’ up off their feet for a day of ‘true romance’. And he changes the date every year, so I can’t even prevent it!”

“If I may be so impolite,” hazarded Kakashi, ever-ready to discreetly make a run for the window at the first opportunity, boxer-clad or not, “I fail to see the harm in such a compassionate, loving, caring display of affection on the part of the village’s menfolk. Take Valentines Day, for example--.”

“Don’t screw with me, brat! You and I both know it’s just an excuse for the men to keep their girlfriends in bed for a day! And to take it as a paid ‘sick day’ instead of ‘vacation’ since they all maxed it out!”

“Ah, yes, this is terribly unfortunate…”

The blonde’s eyes narrowed further at the man who idolized the bringer of her despair.

“Every year, Hatake, every shinobi who isn’t on an away-mission goes AWOL for at least 24 hours. That, for one, is a huge security risk. Every year, my kunoichi are abducted by their lovers, and sometimes don’t show up for work again for several days afterwards, and then, nine to ten months down to the road, I end up with a slew of deliveries in the maternity ward and a wave of kunoichi who need to be transferred off the active duty roster to instead enroll in diaper duty.”

A pause.

“Well, that’s good. Jiraiya-sensei’s obviously working for the future progress of Konoha, ensuring our population goals are met and that we breed superior shinobi to protect the village--.”

“You insolent--!” The esteemed Hokage interrupted Kakashi’s philandering by hurling an empty sake urn towards him. It must have been made of stone as it lodged itself deeply into the wall behind him, an inch shy of his head.

Kakashi swallowed.

Re-seating herself and smoothing her robes to compose herself, Tsunade shoved a loose lock of hair behind her ear again and gave a sniff.

“You and I both know he divulges clues to the date for Naughty Day in those filthy novels of his,” she said derisively. “I will not support that louse’s habits or pornography by buying them myself, so I am ordering you to tell me when this year’s Naughty Day will be. I know it has to be soon. I need to get Sakura out of town on a mission before this hits!”

Ahhhhh….. so that’s what it is, thought the silver-haired man. Wisely, he suppressed a grin.

“Is something the matter?” he asked nonchalantly.

The Hokage scowled deeper, but indulged him hoping he may be more forthcoming if the matter at hand had to do with the well-being of one of his students.

“The last few years, the hospital has been over-run with men on Naughty Day. Sakura personally receives and reports an excessively large proportion of shinobi voluntarily submitting themselves in for routine medical testing—including inoculations, physicals and,” Tsunade sighed and rolled her eyes, “stamina tests.” The last was punctuated by an unladylike snort. “As if they could compare to my apprentice… They also insist on seeing her specifically. It is to the point of ridiculous. It’s one thing if they’re like a certain Copy Nin,” again with the glare, “who refuses to be treated or to attend regular physicals. But these are perfectly healthy men who are abusing the system. And my head medic.”

Of course they do, the certain Copy Nin mentally scoffed, Sakura looked fantastic in her medic’s uniform. Something he knew very well, as he’d often seen her walking home in said uniform when her own civilian clothes would go mysteriously missing from her locker at work. It had a terrible tendency to happen when he wasn’t on a mission away from the village. Funny thing, that.

In fact, he continued musing as Tsunade ranted at him, the dress-style medic uniform could easily be altered into an Icha Icha-worthy garment, given a few quick nips and tucks, a cute white hat, thigh-high boots, a cherry-red stethoscope around her slender, pale neck, her pink hair twisted and pinned up under the hat while—

“And there were also a record number of severely injured shinobi last year, too, also relating to Sakura,” sighed Tsunade, looking off to the side, distracted by her thoughts. “Seems like Naruto and Sai apparently took it upon themselves to defend her modesty…”

--and perhaps some garters, continued Kakashi’s mind helpfully. And sheer stockings. He loved stockings. Ok, he conceded, he’d be willing to forego the thigh-high boots if they would only make the thigh-high stockings standard issue, along with a calf-enhancing pair of sleek pumps. The more leg, the better in his opinion. He was such a hosiery fan…

“Which is why I need the date of the upcoming Naughty Day,” she finished, looking at him expectantly.

“Ah.”

She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, leaning back in her chair once more. “Hatake.”

“Yes, Hokage-sama?”

“Does the threat of my looming wrath excite you?”

“No.”

“Could have fooled me.”

Kakashi coughed and shifted uneasily under her scrutiny.

Tsunade watched him for a moment, and re-assessed her strategy.

“Guess which pile on my desk is the D-Ranked missions,” she began with a curt, cunning smile. Kakashi looked at the messy towers of paperwork and felt his resolve weaken.

“And you know, I think it’s about time to get you a new genin team. Some really Special kids,” she assured him, emphasizing the capital S. “I hear Naruto and Hinata are expecting their fourth—or is it fifth?—child any day now. They could probably use some help with the others. Have you ever spent a full day looking after that demon’s spawn?” she said, her smile showing far too many teeth to be welcoming. “Would you like to?”

While he’d faced worse physical tortures during the Ninja Wars, Kakashi was certain he would never face as uncertain and unpredictable a torture as babysitting Naruto’s unruly children.

“That’s it!” she jeered, watching him carefully and not missing the slight tensing of his shoulders as he flinched at her enthusiasm. “We’ll make an all-Hyuuga & Uzumaki-spawned genin team for you! I’m sure their team work will be fantastic—in fact, their coordination will no doubt stun you. Repeatedly, and painfully. They can call you Uncle Cyclops, and you can treat them to the bell-test every day, because I will never let you fail them to get rid of them, and they can bankrupt you when they bully you to take them to ramen, and--.”

“Next week,” he admitted pitifully, shoulders sagging. Really, the Hokage must have been taking nagging lessons from Sakura to play him so well. His former student was the only one who’d ever managed to bully him into anything, but the woman before him was her mentor.

“Date. Be specific,” she ordered, her hands folded in front of her as she leaned over her desk towards him.

He felt the sweat trickle down his back.

“I don’t know.”

“I hear Might Guy and Lee are considering listing you as a god-father for their kids—.”

“Mid-week!” His ‘excitement’ had shriveled and died horribly by this point. Hell, it just might be an innie by the time his meeting with the powerful woman across from him terminated.

Again the quiet spread through the office before the Hokage leaned slowly back in her chair and looked out the window.

She left him standing there a good minute or two before speaking again.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Her face was turned away from him, so he couldn’t make out her expression. But he sensed her relief. In a way, she was so transparent; she clearly loved her apprentice and only wanted the best for her. If it meant emasculating her finest shinobi in the process, so be it apparently…

But the relief was short-lived.

“Damnit, Naruto and Sai are both away next week on missions,” she muttered more to herself than him. “Hmmm….”

The sun had sunk below the horizon by this point, leaving the office open to the encroaching darkness. Lights flickered on across the village laid out before them, and the occasional gust of wind brought forth a snippet of conversation or discussion from below.

“Hokage-sama?” he asked carefully. “Am I dismissed?”

With a careless wave of her hand, Tsunade sent him out. As fast and as dignified as he could, Kakashi gathered up his scattered clothing, bowed, and minced his way out of the office to dress again just outside, much to the passerby’s amusement.

“Hmmmm….”

The great Hokage looked out over Konoha as she considered her options.