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yawarakaizai · 1 year ago

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pm dazai and pm chuuya who constantly fight each other for readers attention... but then someone hurts reader and all of a sudden they work together so seamlessly to kill the mf who dared to touch you (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

ⵌ YOU'RE QUITE THE SAME IF LOVE'S THE GAIN

SENDER Reader (Fem) RECIPITENT PM!Dazai Osamu + PM!Chuuya Nakahara (BSD) CONTENTS jealousy, reader+chuuya+dazai are 16/17, reader is an heiress, hostage situation, fluff n cute!! (implied) torture, worried chuuya NOTE This wasn't the department you specialised in. You wanted to manage finances, and while Mori was more than happy to grant you the role - Dazai would nag for you to join him and Chuuya on missions that didn't concern you in the slightest. There's only so much patience one can have. COMPANY Tangled Up

A/N THI S WA S RLL Y C UT E !! sorr y this one was l ate ;//; i hav e a scho o l trip tmrw ^^// maybe i'l l t ry sm ut nex t ... i have a l ot of good re qs i ho pe i ca n ge t throu gh the m a ll ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱

Missions with Dazai and Chuuya always resulted in a thrilling adventure. There was never a time you'd look back on a mission you'd had with both and say to yourself, 'that was a bummer.'

You weren't supposed to work alongside them. Within the Port Mafia, Dazai and Chuuya were always to be assigned missions that were too dangerous for someone ordinary.

And, you? Well.

You possessed no ability. Your purpose in the Port Mafia was your background - your status.

Heiress to your father's wealth in your homeland of France, your parents were part of a certain elite group that made you a walking target should you venture without protection.

That is why you were always thrown as the bait.

With all respects to Dazai, that is, who introduced to Mori the idea of having you be the helpless, dumb damsel skipping merrily into danger.

You weren't happy about this arrangement and that was made clear by your sulking.

" Oh, look at me, I am an unattended woman. "

You sluggishly wandered around the dark halls of the abandoned facility, your voice just barely loud enough for the walls to echo your sarcastic jokes.

" This is serioouuuss! " The earpiece cleverly hidden in your ear crackled into life, you knew the voice belonged to Dazai. " Been chasing this guy for ages now, I think he's got some sort of phasing ability. He might appear outta no where, but Chuuya's trailing behind you, so don't worry. "

As if it could ease your nerves, it only made you regret agreeing to this further. " Great. I'm comforted. " You replied in a snarky manner.

You were dressed in lavish clothing that not even your pompous, arrogant mother would ever think of wearing. You seemed to have a distaste for reminders of the generational wealth you possess and opt to distance yourself from a 'royal' life. It proved impossible when it was the only thing that allowed you to maintain a job in the Port Mafia.

The gloomy and cold atmosphere left you hugging yourself for warmth as you traversed through complicated corridors. Although your earpiece was not connected to Chuuya's, you worried that you were walking off-course and/or Chuuya knew where you are meant to go, but could not blow his cover to correct your stupid mistakes.

Chuuya did a pretty good job at staying hidden. You could not hear a thing other than the clacking of your heels against metal flooring. " Ohh.. I'm so scared. " You pitched your voice higher, this being your best shot at luring out whoever it is the PM were after. You weren't taking this seriously, that was clear to both Dazai and Chuuya.

This wasn't the first mission you three were together, there were a few others that you'd two go through but this was the first time you were thrown a seal to a shark.

Dazai was elsewhere in the building, you weren't sure where and he gave no information when asked. With the affirmation Chuuya had your back, you knew that there was nothing to fear.

You would have appreciated some communication on his end though. You figured it must be his unnatural shyness towards you that made it hard for him to be too forward.

You easily noticed how his behaviour would change around you. And with Dazai around? Oh, boy.

Even if you could be a little air-headed sometimes, you weren't dumb to the hints in front of you.

From the day you were rescued from captivity - a story for another day - Chuuya stood out. You find it funny how he'd be unable to face you for more than a minute before looking away hurriedly. It sprung your new-found hobby of teasing Chuuya whenever you could. Of course Dazai picked up on it pretty soon after too and Chuuya has not known peace since. You couldn't help it! You weren't to blame! You giggled to yourself reminding yourself of Chuuya's little crush, fingers intertwined behind your back loosely, your back straightening from its previous hunched-over stance.

Feeling sudden confidence surge through your veins with the recollection of memories with Chuuya, you were just about to turn on your heel to address the gravity manipulator until a hand grabbed you from behind - before you had the chance to see who it was, you felt cold metal press against your temple that made you freeze up.

In front of you, Chuuya had finally revealed himself, but he too was stood as still as stone.

" Kill me 'n the girl goes too. "

They have never let it get THIS bad. Not ever have you ever even been in the hold or this close to an enemy, and here you were at gunpoint, something that was not planned.

You didn't dare break eye contact from Chuuya. This might just be your final moment. With great trust in Chuuya and Dazai's ability, you weren't sure how they'd proceed with this.

Chuuya might end up being the last thing you see. The look of fear on his face too didn't ease your nerves. They were not in the position to bargain. And funnily enough, you blamed yourself for this.

" Fine, yeah. Let her go. " Chuuya stood up from his mid-offensive position and dropped whatever weapon he had. A gun and a small knife for close-combat, he raised his arms above his head to firmly show his surrender. The hand that was previously on your lower hip raised to roughly cover your mouth, a gloved palm shoving itself in your face and that broke you down immediately. Fear took over and your knees went weak with pure fright, yet the man behind you had his fingers digging into the flesh of your cheek with such a harsh grab that it kept you standing up-right, the barrel of the gun pressing in deeper to your skull, sure to leave indents - that is if you weren't just shot dead. Then an indent would be the less of your worries.

With your back pressed against the chest of the stranger, you could feel the vibration of his confident voice as he spoke loudly, " Don't take me for a fool, Nakahara. You could easily use that ability of yours. " And that was true. You actually forgot about Chuuya's ability. Your mind was too foggy at the moment.

It was the first time you saw Chuuya Nakahara look uncertain in whether this mission would end well or not. He smiled insecurely as he let out a gruff exhale, " Wouldn't do that if I wanted her to live, yeah? Now let her go. "

Even if he kept grinning, you could see how the sweat dripped from his face even through your own teary eyes. With the palm pressing over your mouth and nose, it was difficult to breathe and steady your heart that was already beating fast enough as it is.

" Hmm.. " The gun was lowered slowly, caressing down your cheek and to your chest before being positioned at the pit of your stomach, " But do I really wanna? "

You began to squeal in protest, unable to accept your helplessness but it seemed someone else did your job of retaliation for you.

In the blink of an eye, the man holding you captive fell backwards and consequentially dragged you down with him but ended up tripping you up a bit further. You fell with your head banging on the hard floor, your captors hand slipping from your mouth and allowing you to briefly ‎gasp for air. The clattering of a gun was heard somewhere yet you were too dazed to properly do anything at this point.

The last thing you remember was the feeling of being raised from your underarms and distant shouting.

" -as if she'd be able to do-"

" No, you shut up! You could've done something easily. "

" It was your idea to use her as a fuckin' pawn, don't twist this. "

" Uhh! I'm sowwy~! I thought Chuuya Naka-fucking-hara had some balls to intercept~! "

" Zip it! She's waking up! "

Groggily, you stared at the two of them, sitting opposite each-other on the end of your bed. Judging by the bright white, you were most likely in the infirmary.

Chuuya was the first to lean in, he must have not noticed his hand coming to rest over yours which were folded nearly over your stomach. He had hope in his eyes, contrasting with the emotion you last remember them in. " Y/N? " He called out to you, taking a glimpse at the steady heart monitor.

Testing your voice, you let out a low hum before croaking out a meek, " Heya. "

Dazai was the first to break a laugh at your first words. His and Chuuya's eyes were soft.

" Don't look cute, I'm pissed at you both. " You huffed, turning your head to the side, avoiding them both.

Chuuya held your hand a little tighter, he understood if you decided to be unhappy with him. " Sorry, Y/N. I really fucked that up. Shit, I just didn't know what to do. " He explained himself with such compassion you were urged to look at him again. " I guess I discovered seein' you like that. Uh. In trouble and stuff, makes me seize up badly. "

From the corner of your eye you saw Dazai huff before standing up, but Chuuya held onto your attention as he continued speaking tenderly to you, " I thought that this loser would have planned a set-up and knew that was gonna happen but. It took too long. I realised last second he didn't plan shit. "

" Hey! Don't be so rude, Chuuya~ Besides, if it weren't for me, precious princess would've been shot. " You saw Dazai reach into his back pocket for something you couldn't quite recognise yet.

" Oh, that was you, Dazai? " You asked, alluding to the sudden drop during the action. " Yuup~ And y'know what the best part is? "

You quirked a brow and stole a shared glance from Chuuya. Dazai was unexpectable.

" Since me and Chuuya are so nice.. "

So Chuuya was in on this too?

Dazai paused his sentence and hummed in a baby-ish voice. " Kill me and the girl goes too! " He mocked, earning him an earnest giggle from you. " That wasn't funny, Dazai! I was scared! " You retorted, but still couldn't wipe that smile off of your face.

" Sorry, sorry. But, like he wanted, he's not dead. "

Dazai held the object he had pulled out in front of him. Bloodied priars.

" Technically death caused by unattended injuries is not 'killing him' on MY end, isn't that right, Chuuya? "

Chuuya nod his head before you.

They have that man locked in a fucking basement.

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lizlives · 4 months ago

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This is going to be a very different kind of thing than I usually do, but randomly I've been thinking about how much Dreadnought (from the Nemesis book series) would be a good opponent for a death battle style matchup against Homelander. Unlike Omni-Man or Superman, she's not clearly stronger while still having some things that could potentially be a boon for her such as her lattice ability. Anyways, I randomly decided that I would use their respective r/respect threads on reddit and try and construct evidence based research on who I think would win in a fight. Here is what I've put together! The opening introductions are sampled directly from the original respect threads so credit to them, the rest is written by me. Also, I'm going by the Amazon version of Homelander for this obviously.

“I see a world that is terrified of me. Terrified of someone who would reject manhood. Terrified of a girl who knows who she is and what she’s capable of. They are small, and they are weak, and they will not hurt me ever again. My name is Danielle Tozer. I am a girl. No one is strong enough to take that from me anymore.”

Danielle "Danny" Tozer led a miserable life as a closeted transgender teenage girl in an abusive household. That is, until one day she witnessed the world-renowned hero Dreadnought suffer a fatal attack from a supervillain. With only moments to live and knowing that the world needed his powers, Dreadnought bestowed his powers unto Danielle, granting her not only his superhuman abilities and senses, but also, as a side effect, molding her body into it's ideal form. Reborn, Danielle must learn to accept the weight of the responsibility of not only being the fourth incarnation of Dreadnaught, the attention of being the most publicly visible transgender superhero, but also the challenges involving the presence of the Nemesis and its effect on the world.

"I don't make mistakes. I'm not "just like the rest of you." I'm stronger. I'm smarter. I'm better. I am better. I'm not some weak-kneed fucking crybaby that goes around fucking apologizing all the time. And why the fuck would you want me to be? All my life, people have tried to control me. My whole life. Rich people, powerful people have tried to muzzle me, cancel me, keep me impotent and obedient, like I'm a fucking puppet. You know what? It worked. Because I allowed it to work. And guess what. If they can control me, then you can bet your ass they can control you. They already do. You just don't realize it. I'm done. I am done apologizing. I am done being persecuted for my strength. You people should be thanking Christ that I am who and what I am, because you need me. You need me to save you. You do. I am the only one who possibly can. You're not the real heroes. I'm the real hero. I'm the real hero."

Homelander is the home grown All-American Hero represented by the Vought American Corporation. He is the leader of the Seven and considered the most powerful Supe on Earth. He's the result of a refined compound V fetus that became Vought's first successful superhero. He represents nothing more than deceit, profit and the Vought American Way!

Striking strength: Dreadnought has more control of her strength than Homelander it seems, able to move her strength up and down depending on how careful she wants to be. Homelander more frequently aims to disembowel his enemies with gut punches and does so with general ease, while Danny frequently aims to break bones and does so with relative ease. At near max power she's ripping into heavily armored war machines and flying through box cars strong enough to rip them completely apart. Most of Homelander's striking strength achievements amount to either trading blows with people of near power to him such as Soldier Boy, Black Noir and Butcher on temp-v, or immediately killing and disemboweling regular humans, usually killing them instantly. The only other notable strength achievement he has is listed as "damaging" a concrete wall, a metal fuel container, then a larger metal fuel container, but this doesn't seem like much compared to Danny's ability to rip into reinforced metal, albeit sometimes with some effort, and with much greater control and handling. For this, I give the win to Dreadnought.

Lifting/Throwing: Notably, Danny is able to save a plane with some effort only a few days after getting her powers, though the plane nearly falls apart in the process. The end result was minimal casualties. Homelander is faced with a near identical situation and doesn't even try to save it, likely due to fear of optics and damage to his brand from survivors, but potentially suggesting a lack of genuine ability. Danny has claimed she can bench press a school bus and Homelander seems to be able to escape after being crushed by one, making it kinda a draw in that particular case. Most of the rest of Homelander's achievements amount to being able to throw small objects long distances and being able to lift other people of a similar power level off of him. Meanwhile Danny is able to redirect and lift satellites, jets, train cars, and mechs with a great deal of effort depending. For this, I give the win to Dreadnought.

Blunt Force Durability: Most feats Homelander has shown show him able to withstand a great deal of damage from similar opponents. Danny has had her bones broken by opponents at least as strong as her if not stronger but not completely folded. She takes hits from Red Steel a super on par with her in strength. Sense we've already established she's at least a bit more strong than Homelander at least in terms of her striking ability, I'd say that gives her at least a slight edge in durability? It's a bit hard to say, Homelander rarely ever shows any sort of affect or damage from his fights, but Danny does, and yet she's still able to generally to take most of it to a seemingly greater degree than he does? It really comes down to which you think is better. A person facing smaller threats and barely flinching, or a person facing bigger threats and flinching but not completely folding. It's a bit weird, but my intuition is for Danny due to facing stronger opponents and more regularly.

Piercing Durability: Both seemingly can survive point blank bullets with minimal feeling. Homelander specifically seems to have no feeling at all when faced with bullet damage, while Danny mentions feeling some discomfort, albeit minimal. A person did attempt to slice her neck at but this effort failed, however her ability to withstand piercing is tied to her lattice ability, meaning she can switch it off. This could be a slight advantage to Homelander given he seems to be incapable of receiving any damage regardless. For both of these reasons, I give the edge to Homelander.

Heat Durability: Danny is able to withstand beam sabers with some blistering afterwards, ignores flamethrowers, and endures atmospheric re-entry with some admitted risk. Homelander has taken Butcher's heat blasts and gotten up, was early on able to survive putting his hand in fire, and also was caught in a gas explosion that he escaped unharmed. Dreadnought is able to withstand heat damage with minimal damage while Homelander seems to be unharmed by any heat. Homelander wins this one.

Speed: Lots of specific numbers, but just based on what we've seen them do, either based on the compared speed of known jets or based on directly stated speed, both are capable of breaking the speed of sound, but Danny seems to just have higher speed numbers in general. She's also theoretically able to fly faster in areas with less wind-resistance. Also worth noting, she has dodged multiple laser beams in the past, only getting tagged a few times in the process, meaning dodging Homelander's single heat blasts might not be much of a problem for her. For this, Danny gets the upper hand I think.

Other: The lattice ability possessed by Danny seems to be much more advanced than Homelander's x-ray vision, able to see down to molecules, not to mention able to influence them at that level.

Conclusion: Homelander's main advantage in this fight might be his laser vision. Danny has been shown to be impacted by concentrated heat and some mild impact from piercing. Besides that she takes blunt force trauma decently well given her opponents and seems much stronger and faster than him overall. I would say this would be one of the most difficult fights of her life, but I think she would make it out on top due to the edge her lattice ability gives her with healing and molecular manipulation. If cornered, and this would absolutely be a desperate move, it might be theoretically possible to give him brain damage, as she was able to untangle one consciousness in someone's mind from another. That suggest some sort of ability to manipulate minds, if only to unravel them.

Also worth noting, there's a small precedent for Compound V still leaving someone's interior weak to damage (i.e. Translucent) but at one point Danny drinks enough cesium and strychnine to “light her up like Chernobyl”, and remains unaffected by it, suggesting her body is more densely protected while technically having weaknessess Homelander's less dense defense doesn't.

Ultimately, I would also say just her attitude makes her a strong contender. She regularly deals with opponents who are similarly obsessive and intimidating much like Homelander and are at least as strong as her and she seems generally unphased by them, only responding with more energy alot of the time. Homelander is going to rely on intimidation to an extent, something Danny is familar with. Not to mention, once she realizes he doesn't measure up to her in some key ways, this intimidation will work even less, thus giving her a psychological edge. Her bravado has a decent chance of throwing him off, especially the longer the fight goes on. Homelander being emotionally volatile makes him, well, more volatile, but it also makes him unbalanced and sloppy, something Danny could theoretically take advantage of. She has demonstrated in the past being able to make smart calculative decisions even when under immense pressure. Able to muster up the mental fortitude to heal a golf ball sized hole through her whole torso despite not being able to breath and struggling to retain consciousness. The same could not be said for Homelander, who is extremely easy to undermine emotionally if faced with any sort of genuine threat, even partially. For me, I say the winner is Dreadnought.

Overall, I would just really love to see what kind of verbal sparring these two would have. Righteous anger vs childish rage. Spirited passion vs insecure posturing. It would be so interesting just to see them interact. Also, read the Nemesis books! They're really good!

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xnchxntmxnt · 2 years ago

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Home Again (Part One)

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Character: Thoma

Warnings: lots of theories about thoma's backstory, bit of fluff, beidou <3

Notes: this is either going to be a short series or two oneshots but. we're running a fun winter event over at @yae-publishing-house and i figured why not try something new. also big big thank you to @k-zu for beta reading for me!!

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Winter in Inazuma reminded him of home.

Thoma spent much of his time in the winter months, enjoying the crisp air that never dropped below freezing. When you lived so close to the sea, it was always just a bit too warm for his taste.

Everything was still so alive and so colorful. Years later, he still didn't know what to think about it. He missed the white, puffy snow that looked like clouds had fallen to the ground and his childhood friends that used to run between grape vines and throw snowballs with him. He missed the cocoa made by Miss Adelinde and getting snowed in, as well as the trip back to the city when his father came to pick him up.

Wintertime, no matter what it looked like where he was, made him nostalgic.

He loved the Kamisato siblings and will forever be grateful for everything they’ve done for him, but he just wanted to visit. See the snow again. Remember what that childhood joy was like, just for a few days.

“I can hear you thinking.”

Thoma smiles, turning to face you. It was late and he should be sleeping, considering he woke up with the sun every morning. However, he couldn’t seem to get his mind to quiet down.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N),” he laughs, brushing his hand over your cheek. “Go to sleep.”

You shake your head and adjust yourself so you sit up a little further. “Talk to me. What’s got you thinking so hard?”

He sighs, leaning his head against your chest. “I…I miss home. And I love it here! I just–”

You place a finger over his lips, hushing his worries. “You don’t have to defend yourself. You miss Mondstadt, I understand. It’s okay.”

He sighed again. You’d always been incredibly understanding, but he was still afraid you'd be upset with him for some reason. “Are you sure? I promise I love you and I love being here and–”

He stops talking when you lean in to kiss him, smiling against your lips. Your hand comes up to hold his face so he leans gently into the touch.

“Thank you,” he whispers, nudging his nose against yours.

“You have nothing to thank me for. Do you feel a little better?”

“Much, thank you.”

You smile and lay back, pulling him down with you. He laughed as he fell into you, getting comfortable in laying on your chest.

“(Y/N)?” he asks, looking up at you from his quite cozy place curled up next to you.

“What, my love?”

He smiles again. “I love you.”

“Lord Kamisato, you called?”

Thoma poked his head in Ayato’s office, trying not to interrupt him. While they were friends, he still tried his hardest to show the respect that he should to him.

“Ah, yes. Come in,” he said, gesturing for him to sit. “I have an offer for you.”

He slowed his actions, trying to figure out what that was supposed to mean. He closed the door to the office behind him and sat across from his desk.

“You look nervous.”

“I am nervous.”

“Why?”

“I can’t tell if you have a gift for me or you’d like me to try something you cooked.”

Ayato laughed, setting his pen down. “I promise, it’s a gift. I was speaking to (Y/N) the other day, and they expressed they felt like you deserve a vacation.”

“Va–what, vacation? I’m fine, really, don’t worry about it—”

“You didn’t let me finish,” he said rather calmly in comparison to his anxious energy. “I believe a week away from the house would do you some good. As long as you don’t get too terribly seasick…how does a trip to Mondstadt sound?”

His eyes went wide. “Lor– Ayato, you can’t possibly mean it—”

Ayato shook his head, smiling at his excitement. “I mean it, Thoma. You do so much, you deserve some time off, and why not visit your homeland to do so?”

“I–I can’t thank you enough, Ayato—you're certain this is alright?”

Again, he nodded, walking around the desk and offering his hand. “I am, Thoma. I have a friend, you may know Captain Beidou, that is willing to make a pit stop for you. However, she leaves Ritou in two days.”

Thoma, practically shaking in excitement, lunged at him in a hug. “You’re incredible, thank you, Ayato,” he said, squeezing him tight.

He clapped his shoulder, then gently pushed him off. “And I believe you should get packing.”

His eyes lit up and he ran off. Little did he know, Ayato had yet another trick up his sleep he wouldn’t be sharing with him until he left.

Two days passed. After he asked, you agreed to walk Thoma to Ritou to say goodbye. He desperately didn’t want to leave you, but he hadn’t been home since long before the multiple decrees, and he knew it was time to at least visit. He hoped he would visit all of his old friends—it would be a strange difference to see the Ragnvindr brothers after such a long time.

The two of you arrived at the Alcor. After saying hello to Beidou and bringing all his things onboard, the two of you sat on the dock until it was time for him to leave.

“What will Inazuma do without their incredible fixer for a week or so?” You teased, squeezing his hand. “The whole nation will crumble!”

He laughed and shook his head at your antics. “You’re not helping the whole ‘I don’t want to leave you’ thing, (Y/N).”

Beidou poked her head over the side of the ship, having caught a little bit of their conversation. “Did they not tell you? Ayato arranged for them to come along!”

Thoma stared for a moment, watching you splutter and say something about how it was supposed to be a surprise! Beidou got a cheeky grin and disappeared below deck again, no doubt to finish preparing for their takeoff. However, a wide smile spread across his face and he turned to face you.

“Is she serious?” he asked, eyes lighting up at you. When you nodded, he pulled you into a bone-crushing hug and swayed you side to side.

“Need oxygen!” you laughed as he let you go.

He held your face and brought your forehead to his. “I’m so happy you’re coming with me,” he muttered, punctuating his statement with a quick kiss. “And I can’t wait to show you everything.”

You chuckled and kissed him again. “Thank Ayato—he pulled everything together. But I’m glad I’m coming too.”

“Alright lovebirds!” Beidou yelled from the wheel, smiling at the two of them. “Let’s get going—we’re leaving with or without ya!”

Thoma’s grin somehow broadened and he jumped up with you in tow. “Come on!”

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deliciouskeys · 2 years ago

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Yay! Lots of numbers below, feel free to pick and choose :)

16, 26, 39 (I think you *know* which particular scene I want a snippet of, but anything will do haha), 69, 76 for ZM

Thanks for the asks. I warn you, the following is verbose and references morally reprehensible fics. TW, lol.

16. How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Share one of them?

I have many if just vague ideas count! And I'm sure you'll be pleased that they all revolve around Homelander, one way or another lol. I hate "claiming" prompts on the Meow meow prompt jar because it feels like hogging it unless I'm going to be actively writing, but I did just sign up for your "fertility treatment" prompt. My brain is often eaten up by the idea of HL being happily pregnant, and really self-satisfied to the point of being annoying. Meanwhile Butcher's probably kind of worried-- not like HL's going to be able to get a C section, at least not through conventional means. HL's blithely all 'we'll cross that bridge when we get there.' He's just enthused about getting to use a breast pump in the near future, and probably the fact that the baby he has is going to adore him unconditionally.

Yes, I am gross.

26. Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

Hrm. Unfortunately the wildest ride is still probably the first fic I ever posted publicly. Originally on LJ. 51k words. 12 chapters. Of... me being a teenage edgelord and writing about Captain Hook privateprisoning a prepubertal boy, that's not ever going to grow up, as if the chanslash wasn't bad enough.

Anyway, I skimmed through this fic about a year ago just to recall what was in it again, and I had forgotten just how fucked that story is, beyond even the pairing premise itself. There's gangrape of a child, ye olde macabre medical horror, and severe emotional trauma and manipulation/gaslighting that leads to really inappropriate bonding. But it did have impressive levels of worldbuilding, and pretty intricate dynamics between the, um, leads, but also side characters. It was a very rich environment. I was "1 or 2 chapters away from finishing it" and then never did, because, damn that thing was hard to wrap up in a not-completely-disturbing ending. I still occasionally get requests to finish it and people are subscribed, but I would not be able to get back into whatever mindset I had at that age. "Wildest" ! = "good" lol, but I'd never delete it.

Don't judge me for what i was doing ~20 years ago D:

39. Share a snippet from a WIP

Heh, full disclosure I criiiinge posting snippets of my fics because they're so awkward out of context, it's like walking in in the middle of sex. But here you go, from a section you asked for. I wish I just had this done and posted to AO3 -__-

Homelander probably senses the hesitation and decides to get himself up to a kneeling position, tilting his face up, licking his lips invitingly, probably hoping to defuse and redirect the weird energy in the room into something sexual rather than violent.

"Oh no you don't." Instead of undoing his fly, Butcher hoists Homelander up to his feet and pulls him out of the cage and towards the breakfast nook. "Lie down across my lap," he commands once he's situated himself in a chair.

"Why did you--" Homelander's words catch in his throat as Butcher yanks him down to lie across his lap, not waiting for obedience. "…take Temp V?" He sounds worried, and tries to lift his head, only to get his shoulders shoved back down.

The first thwack across Homelander's ass sounds really loud, echoing off the walls of the living room. Butcher gave it his all, somewhat forgetting that his strength was amped up. His palm smarts and he can only guess what it feels like on the receiving end. Homelander doesn't make a sound, maybe too shocked. Butcher swats him again.

"Really? This is just childi—" Another thwack resounds across the room and Homelander breathes hard through his nose. "That hurts, you know," he hisses.

"Yeah, that's the general idea. I know no one probably ever punished you while you were growing up, so it must be a new concept…" Butcher trails off, suddenly recalling the photocopied lab notes from Vought and realizing what he's saying is uncharitable.

Homelander doesn't argue, just lets out a strained whimper when Butcher's next whack lands square on the place he hit the first time. Angry red splotches are forming on his skin, helpfully marking out where he's already been hit and where he hasn't.

69. What work of yours, if any, are you the most embarrassed about existing?

I'm not embarrassed per se, but I probably should be (if by nothing else than the sheer length of these three). Original dates, reposted to AO3 later.

2003- 51k chanslash mentioned in the previous question

2006 - 21k of working through some angst issues. Original work set in WWII Germany, also starts out underage although at least postpubertal, problematic and historically inaccurate

2008- 59k of Pineapple Express mpreg, although I do recommend that movie to anyone who likes implied gayness in media and bizarre, funny dialogue which was a fun challenge to try to emulate in fic

76. Did you have any ideas that didn’t make the final cut of [ZM]?

I have generally managed to get everything into ZM that I wanted! One longish sequence I remember discarding (no mourning) was HL goading Billy to take Temp V with some form of misbehavior, and that being the thing that finally tips them into an overtly sexual, rather than a covertly-in-denial-kinky, relationship. It was violence that ended up as sex. But it was pretty rapey, and I didn't like it for this pairing. I prefer the version posted, where they're almost accidentally upping the ante, and kind of mutually sexually harassing each other, and it's about as consensual as it can be, at least within a private prison setting.

Plus Temp V does make an appearance towards the end of the fic, as you can tell from the WIP snippet lol.

#asks #xieyaohuan #writing #fanfic #meme

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omgkalyppso · 2 years ago

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Cyril for thé character ask (:

Thank you for the ask! 💚

First impression: Did they just give me a displaced, re-educated indentured servant child slave?

Impression now: Cyril is a little boy who went from being a mistreated commoner to a prisoner of war to a servant child soldier. His story is complicated and there are people who hate different aspects of it for extremely personal reasons related to real world racism, colonialism and disconnect from home cultures. I am very considerate of what people hate about these things, but when people hate Cyril or imply he's one note with his affection for Rhea (especially from people who still LIKE RHEA but not Cyril?!) then I get so mad. I think there's room in his worldview for being a convert and for honoring the practices of his homeland, and I completely respect when people choose one or the other for their characterization of him, but it bothers me so much when people hate this trait of his. I wish he had supports with more characters. I'm his defence lawyer. He's under appreciated, but maybe that's for the best because I can only imagine people's opinions would just be more insufferable if he was more popular.

Favorite moment: Cyril's line in his C support with Claude, "If the king of Almyra was like you, maybe things would've been better." While the belated context is kind of humorous, and might bring to mind Claude's pride and ambitions; I think this line is so important out of context, where Cyril is just this young man little boy telling a stranger who's been nice to him, as just a servant to his noble studies, that there's hope in the world, even if not for him and his generation. Maybe things could have been better if better people were in power, as if reminiscing about people lost or dignity trampled; but still with the implication that maybe things would have been the same. Cyril is unmoved by whether people are from Fodlan or Almyra, as shown in his Paralogue with Hilda, and has to go through his supports with his friends to cast off how jaded he's (objectively, rightfully) become.

Idea for a story: I want to write a modern au of my Almyran sibling oc's bothering Claude in some way. Shahid needing shelter and having no other options. I think I could find a good place in such a story for Cyril to fit in as almost-adopted.

Unpopular opinion: He's just a little boy!

Favorite relationship: I love his friendships with Claude, Hilda and Mercedes. His mentee relationship to Seteth. His admiration of Shamir. And I like interpreting his possible romance with Lysithea.

Favorite headcanon: I'm going to bother you all with my recruitable Nader and Cyril support from a post long past. Below the cut for being kind of long.

C Support, Nader asks Cyril where he was taken from? Cyril asks him why it matters. Nader instead asks if there are other Almyrans working in the monastery? Cyril says it’s none of his business. Nader is surprised, and comments upon whatever laborous task they have Cyril performing, and Cyril will reply that he’s strong enough to do his work. Nader says he didn’t mean to suggest otherwise, he was just trying to - but Cyril will cut him off, saying he’s known men like him, he’s lived under men like him, that he might think he can show up and make demands of him just because he’s an Almyran, but that he works for Lady Rhea now, and his time is accounted for, he doesn’t owe Nader anything. Cue some version of Nader being left alone to observe that “that could’ve gone better.”

B Support, starts in a black screen with the sound of breaking wood. Cyril is in the training grounds and his last three arrows missed their target. “Your left arm is too low,” Nader observes. Cyril jumps and scowls. “I have a teacher.” Nader raises his hands in surrender, “Then by all means.” The sound of a bow being pulled taut, and then being straightened. Cyril comments, “Don’t you have somewhere to be?” “Is this part of your duties?” “I need to be prepared to defend Lady Rhea.” A missed shot. “From what?” asks Nader. “From anything,” Cyril answers. “That’s a lot to ask of anyone,” Nader observes. He continues, “But alright. Strong enough to defend one person? That’s a simple goal. It’s not as though you need to be strong enough to defend all of Garreg Mach, all of Fodlan, all of Almyra.” Cyril is catching his breath, “There’s a lot of people in Almyra.” “There is. Do you think they’re all like me?” “No,” Cyril answers, and explains, “no I know ya’ a bit now. There are men worse than you.” Nader chuckles sadly, “That’s true. Why don’t you try again?” “Yeah, alright. And then I should get back to work.” “Back to work?” “I’m supposed to be - err - I still need to clean the fireplace in the back.” Nader steps forward with a sigh. Cyril objects, “Hey what are you-?” “Your arm,” Nader repeats, “it’s too low. I thought it was your posture-” “What else would it be?” “You’re exhausted.” “Am not! I could go for hours yet.” “I don’t think your teacher would appreciate you practicing under these conditions.” Cyril makes the shot. Stares down Nader, walks off muttering, “Shows what you know.”

A Support HAS TO FEATURE an apology from Nader that they were unable to defend Lady Rhea. Cyril insists it’s fine, because they’re going to get her back. Nader does not fight him on this point. He compliments what a fine fighter he’s become, and Cyril concedes that Nader’s been honorable too. That it isn’t the will of the Goddess for him to be arguing all the time, and that he shouldn’t have been so quick to distrust him. Nader thanks him, but isn’t smiling about it. He asks Cyril what his goals are for after Lady Rhea returns, and Cyril says he’ll defend her, as he always intended to, so that nothing like this happens ever again. Nader suggests that he consider that, rather than showing his devotion at Garreg Mach, that he could always emulate those virtues he sees in Lady Rhea at the border, where there are people and children like he was, who will need help navigating both Fodlan and Almyra when the war is done, and that he would be glad to support him, if he should ever find himself out that way. Cyril says he’d have to think about it, but that … he does appreciate what Nader’s trying to do.

#long post #cyril fe3h #nader the undefeated #fire emblem #fire emblem three houses

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wastelandbarbie · 1 year ago

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its the end of the semester

and I've been compiling all my course content because at like $3.8k a semester you best believe that i've saving that shit for future reference. and my lit prof who i love and get so shy around bc i have like an academic crush on her, was like "why didn't you read your creative writing pieces for the class, I wish you had because they're so good" and like hhhahhhhhh. I forgot how good I can be at writing and much I love written words. if i could upload my consciousness to a digital form and consume only text i think i would ascend into godhood. you couldnt tell me nothing. its because i can read so fast. i looked at my ao3 and saw that i had somehow blacked out and bookmarked like 50 works overnight (reading so fast does mean that I have to remember to be mindful and slow down sometimes). but yeah, apparently i'm really fine in all my classes. i am not going to fail. i might get a C-B in my linguistics if i don't dominate my exam and submit extra credit. maybe a B in my film class? my internship is credit/no credit. and my literature class I think I might get an A. in all honesty, that's very impressive for me. Like I was also working and had like two people in my life in my life die! One due to overdose, the other due to sickness/domestic violence/disability. I didn't know if I was going to break up with my partner or not (I've decided - no). I haven't seen or talked to my mom in like a month. All that to say that, that six years ago, I would bolted/not asked for help. I would have gotten on the 5 and not looked back. I still struggle a lot with consistency. It's why I have to always wear a watch and try to remember to keep up with records. Because otherwise, I won't remember it. I have to remember.

I also have to finish my research essay -> I'm doing something about the protagonist's roadtrip to Mexico and how that relates to something something queer identity/outsider/outlander status that follows queer-looking couples. it's ambiguous kinda teresa & alicia's relationship, sexually and racially. ppl noted that some editions (library copy, older) has the description on the back say they're both hispanic, even though we're all pretty sure alicia IS a white woman, right? no, she is. I have two letters for that, which is probably more than enough.

The genre is epistolary, a roadtrip to homeland. Need to start talking about how the author has contributed to this literature (1980s Latina/Chicana, sisters of the eighties), where we will be looking to the Lopez article, the literary history. Where does Ana Castillo lie in this pantheon? (would like to use source comparing Cisneros/Castillo form, but will have to choose one for this part, or). Need to talk about this specific entry's significance. Why are we studying this one, etc. etc. etc.

#tag: your thots #ana castillo #the mixquiahuala letters #latina literature #chicana literature #american literature

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noforkingclue · 3 years ago

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Your ask box is gonna be my death one day, but I'm a shameless sinner, so here we go again. Been thinking about a prequel to the Butcher prompt you did for me. How the doc joined their team. Or anything else sprinkled with Billy h/c/whump, because it's a drug and my brain needs it so desperately. 🙈

Honestly, I'm seriously beginning to fall in love with this duo.

And I don't know why I always end up with a love-hate, enemies to lovers trope for Butcher x reader fics...

Title: A Bad Second Meeting

The Boys tag list: @captainofmybigwetdream, @scraftskhu35

Everything tag list: @greenrevolutionary, @imjustassaneasyou

You took a big swig of your whiskey and slammed the glass back on the counter. You winced as the liquid burned down your throat and you signalled to the bartender for another. Another glass was swiftly handed to you and as you raised the glass a hand placed itself over the top of it and lowered it back down. You glared at the man who was standing next to you out of the corner of your eye.

“Fuck off.” You said

“Now then love,” he said, “Is that any way to treat an old friend.”

“Please fuck off.”

“After all I’ve done for you and you still treat me like this.”

“All you’ve done for me,” you turned so you were facing him and jabbed him in the chest, “You got me fired. You got me struck off. I can’t work as a doctor anymore because I decided to be a good person and save your life. I think that way I’m treating you is fairly fucking nicely after everything you’ve put me through.”

Butcher grabbed your wrist and gave it a warning squeeze. You tried to pull free but when Butcher’s grip tightened you stopped struggling. He grabbed your whiskey and pulled you to a quiet area of the bar. He pushed you into a booth and sat down opposite you.

“I saved you,” he said after he took a sip of your drink, “From Vought.”

“Oh yes,” you said dryly, “Thank you so much. Now tell me how I’m going to pay my bills, rent, food and everything else? Vought are a bunch of cunts but at least they paid me a decent wage.”

“Enough to make you turn a blind eye to what they’re doing.”

“Maybe I’m not as good a person as you think I am.”

“Then why didn’t you let me die.”

“Professionalism,” you said quickly, “And the fact that I didn’t know who you were until after I saved you.”

“You’re a good doctor but a shit liar,” Butcher leant closer, “You were looking for a way out because you have a conscience but you were too afraid to leave on your own.”

“Oh yes,” you spat, “I wanted to be branded as an enemy and have Homelander threaten me. That was on the top of my bucket list. I wanted to peaceful life where I could help people.”

“Then why join Vought.”

“Because,” you slumped back in your seat, “Sometimes money triumphs over morals.”

“Well,” Butcher drained your drink, “Good thing is I know someone who is looking for a person like you.”

“A job?”

“Sort of.”

“Huh?”

“I’m need people like you,” he pointed a finger at you, “Who hate Vought and wants to see them get brought down.”

“You want me to join your little team?”

“I wouldn’t exactly call it a team.”

“No,” you stood up, “I hate Vought and I despise you. If I ever see you again it’ll be too soon.”

You snatched your glass from him and drained it in one gulp. You slammed it back on the table and gave Butcher one last glare before you marched out of the bar. Butcher just ran a hand over his face and smirked. Maybe he had underestimated you.

#fanfiction #the boys #reader insert #Billy Butcher #billy butcher x reader #billy butcher imagine

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aerospectrum · 5 months ago

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starter for @homelander-rp-blog

Blue eyes snap open; they’re sticky and tinted red, almost shifting towards a sickly pale green color as the hallucinogen moves through this system, blinding lights of the lab shine down on him. “I’m scared…” his voice trembles and tears slide down the sides of his face. “Please I don’t wanna do it again please!” He begs screaming.

The seal of the chamber bursts cool air against his skin when it opens and the doctor enters with disappointment.

“Castiel, look at me.” He barks. “Look at me, right now.” Castiel reacts in a way he never has. He latches sharp teeth around his wrist. He bites harder and harder until another scientist rushes in and body slams him to the floor. Cas turns his rage on him, clamping down on the inside of his bicep and rips the man’s arm open, bursting the arteries and veins showering him in a spray of red.

Castiel’s chest heaves up and down furiously. A scientist presses an alarm that bathes the room in flashing lights. Castiel grows more agitated- feral, the louder the alarms blare. Tyson gets up cradling his bleeding arm and Castiel lunges, sinking his teeth into Tyson’s neck and tears it open; blood gushes like a geyser— a waterfall and he spits chunks of flesh out and stands with his hands clenched in fists at his sides. His screams overpower the alarms and the power goes haywire. Machines fizzle and smoke, the lights shatter and crack apart; he blows every fuse plunging the lab into darkness while the emergency generators fail to load the systems back online. Naomi knocks him in the back of his head rendering him unconscious before a bigger bloodbath can be had. When he wakes up he’s spotless, tidied up, fresh clean clothing in the enochian warding room, but there’s still blood on his lips. A purposeful reminder of his “bad-ness”. His shirt has a bumblebee embroidered on the pocket and Naomi watches him from behind the reinforced glass with a sharp smile. He stands at the window, but Naomi doesn't flinch, she turns to a woman named Barbara and smiles at her with a curt nod looking down at the young blonde boy she has with her “John, why don’t you go into the room and meet your new friend.” She presses the lock seal and the door clicks open for John.

#homelanderrpblog #c; homelander (why am i not good enough for you)#c; castiel ( the abandoned son)#v; god what have you done #/i hope this starter is ok for you!#tw blood #cw blood

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yakumtsaki · 3 years ago

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-Oh Liz, queen of my heart, I never thought a humble bloodthirsty bandit such as myself would ever be so deliriously, disgustingly happy! I can barely believe it! -Believe it, darling! -Nothing will ever come between us, right? -Of course not! I’d rather die than live a single second without you!

-Agnes, about fucking time you showed up. I need a divorce. -And I need to not be a head of the Jacoban Church™️ so I can have carnal relations with Royal Advisor Rae. Life’s a bitch. -Right sure, gross, but my issue is solvable, just grant me a divorce, no biggie. -YES BIGGIE, are you insane?? Marriage is a sacrament!!! The Jacoban Church™️ does not grant divorces- -Well I’m sure you can make an exception- -Let me finish! Does not grant divorces.. for free.

-Ah darling, there you are, practicing your bandit sword moves again huh? Here, have a new dagger in a rose sheath. -Aw Liz, so sweet! -I know, I’m the best. So I have some news, nothing interesting really, we just got a temporary divorce so I can marry that elf freak and annex Effenmont. I knew you’d be cool about it.

-YOU FUCKING WHAT? WE TOOK A HOLY OATH IN FRONT OF THE GLOWING MARRIAGE OFFICIANT NPC -Well that’s a lot of religion for someone who was robbing unarmed peasants left and right! -OH DON’T EVEN. HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME

-It’s only temporary! You can be my royal mistress in the meantime!

-OH YA SURE I’LL BE YOUR MISTRESS, HAVE YOU LOST YOUR FUCKING MIND??? TAKE A GOOD LOOK AT THIS GLORIOUS BOSOM -Ok I am. -LAST TIME YOU’LL BE SEEING IT, BITCH

-FINE KAYLEY, FINE, LEAVE!!! I’LL MARRY THE LAME EFFENMONTIAN AND WE’LL HAVE KIDS SO PASTY THEY’LL LITERALLY BE INVISIBLE. AND THEN YOU’LL BE SORRY

Ok Liz I know you’re in major crisis but why would she be sorry over your pasty kids? -I DON’T KNOW. SHUT UP

-Well well, looks like someone fucked up her own undeserved happiness! Could not have happened to a worse person! :) -I can’t even exchange insults with your wrinkly ass today, Rae, fuck off. -Ok! :) Just letting you know the elves are here! :) -I’m gonna chop that smirk right off your head istg.

-Salutations, Lady Elizabeth. I’d like to inform you right from the start that I have no interest in marrying you, because this quest is designed with me playing annoyingly hard to get.

-Salutations to you too, Aryan wet-dream. Let me in turn inform you that I couldn’t give less of a shit about this and I just want to get it over with so I can go cry on my throne.

-That’s not how it works! You’re supposed to be besotted with my elusive elvish beauty!

-Yea I hate to break it to you but you people are about as elusive as your ‘hidden homeland’ with the maps to its location available at every thrift store, now just marry me already and let’s get this alliance going, I’m losing valuable crying time here!

-We’re gathered here today.. didn’t I just marry you last week? -I’m going to execute everyone in this church if you don’t get this done in under 1 minute. -Ok then, well let me just say I’ve never seen two people more in love..

-..such sincere smiles! -Yea definitely, I mean I can’t speak for point ears here, but I absolutely do not crave death. -I now pronounce you married, and I pronounce Elizabeth an Empress! -Awesome, best wedding ever, let me just find Agnes for a sec-

-Alright, divorce me. -WHAT??

-Old age affecting your hearing? D I V O R C E M E -This is ridiculous! -So is your creepy non-physical affair with my advisor, don’t want that getting to your flock now do we? -FINE, you’re divorced. AGAIN. -Good, let me get the fuck outta here..

-Hello? Is it me you’re looking for?

STOP OMG it’s Consort Linotta aka literal younger version of piratefu, this is the most stereotypical shit ever I can’t.

-Well, Linotta, you already have ‘Consort’ in your name, and you bear an uncanny resemblance to someone very dear and not currently near to my shattered heart.. So I guess I have only one question for you..

-Feel like digging for some gold?

Boy does she ever! This was honestly suspiciously easy, we’re clearly in the Post-Bella-Dina-Caliente phase here. Also I can’t believe we’re doing this in the Jacoban cathedral of all places but you know what, might as well automatize this so we don’t have to keep changing locations-

-aka woohoo in Agnes’ bed! Absolutely over for the moral authority of the Jacoban Church™️.

-We are gathered here today, because we never left, because Empress Elizabeth’s last wedding was half an hour ago- -Put a good spin on this or I’ll decapitate you? -BUT the Watcher works in mysterious ways, and sometimes half an hour is more than enough to build the foundations of a strong marriage!

-I made it, hoes! The era of Royal Consort Linotta begins! And consort to an empress, not some cucky queen!

*Netflix-The Crown theme playing*

#tsm

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Other kids would get upset and run off tattling to a grown up over what John said, but Jamie might be too young to know he can do that too. “But Barbara says we’re all special; even Dr. Marty.” He pokes his finger into the soft bread and watches jelly ooze out onto the table. “What’s a low supe?” He squints and looks up at the blonde, eager to win his friendship before they’re split up once more “…Maybe if you ask Barbara she’ll let me train with you.” Jamie looks over to the little boy again. “Does your training hurt?”

❝ i wanna do what you do. i wanna be just like you. ❞ (Kid supe!jamie) @aerospectrum

The little blonde boy pouts, turning his head away from the other boy sitting near him at the table, they have a short break for the lunch before returning back to their hard training "no one can be like me, I'm unique, didn't you hear what Barbara said? she says I'm special it's why my training is harder than yours" he says in mocking voice "she says other boys like you are low supes" then turns his head to look down at the boy.

#homelanderrpblog #c; homelander (why am i not good enough for you)#c; jamie (the outcast son)#v; the kids aren't alright

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mrslittletall · 3 years ago

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Let's rate all Harvest Moon/Story of Seasons summer themes! Why? Because it's summer at my half of the globe! SNES - I never really liked this theme. Too busy, too energetic, too repetiteve. It is fine enough to listen too though, but it was never one of my favs. GB/GBC - It's the same melody as SNES, but with the Game Boy sound font. For some reason, it actually sounds BETTER like that. Yeah, I prefer the GBC one to the SNES one. 64 - Hmm... I am torn on that theme. Similar to the SNES theme, it feels too busy for me and the first few notes are a bit grating, but the melody is pretty catchy and entraps you to hum along. Also, the quieter part of the theme sounds pretty good. Yeah, it's pretty solid ^^ If only the loud entry wouldn't be. GBC2 - YIKES! That was my reaction when it started, but it gets gradually better and turns into a pretty enjoyable little melody, sounds very much like summer. BTN - Aaah, now we are talking! This song is just FUN! It lets you think about a fun summer day on the beach. The melody starts a bit frantic and then gets calmer for the second verse, and you just want to wave your body along the melody and eat ice cream. It's a bit short though... GBC3 - Like pretty much every entry for this game, the music is pretty yikes. It just... isn't very good. It isn't an ear grater, but also not very enjoyable to listen to. AWL - While AWL lacks a summer theme on its own, because you can only play disks in your house and on your farm, it uses a song from Save the Homeland and that one is remixed pretty well. FoMT - It's the same melody as BTN but in the GBA sound font. It sounds well enough, but it can't beat the PSX version of it! Yes, I am biased, I prefer BTN over FoMT, end me if you please. BTN was the better game and I wished SoS FoMT would have been more BTN and less FoMT. MM - My husband goes around and hums this theme when I play Magic Melody ^^ And I get why, it's an earworm! It has this absolute summer feel, similar to BtN, from a summer day at the beach you want to spend with ice cream. It has such a tropical feel and once the main melody sets in, you can't help but hum along the music. I especially love the key change at around 1.17 ^^

StH Farm Theme - Ah, it's the theme got used in AWL, but this version is SO MUCH BETTER. I love the charming little melody, the guitar melody in the background, how the melody slowly splashes along and then turns into a flute to just tell you that you are on the countryside and sit leaned against the fence on your farm while there are 30 C and you are completely fine with it. StH Town Theme - Ah, this theme is a lot more energetic and quick. While it kinda remixes the farm theme (every StH theme does that), it doesn't carry quite the same nostalgia as the farm theme. The part that starts at 0.43 is super rad though and I love this bit. DS - I never have been a fan of this summer theme. It just feels like it starts and never ends. It just goes on and on and on and ugh... it annoys me kind of. At least you can switch the music in HM DS. IoH - This game kinda manages to nail all its themes, it is such a charming little song that makes me think of a summer breeze, but it's sadly, like every IoH song far too short. HoLV - Aw, what a charming little song ^^ The bassline melody and the main melody really contemplate each other and unite into a song that sounds like you want to let your feet doused by the river on a hot summer day.

ToT Day Theme - ToT goes a very different route with it's summer theme. It's a downright relaxing song. It is a joy to listen to, for it gives you the feeling that you are allowed to slow down and do your chores in your own pace. I really like the key change in this one. Sadly, the song falls short. ToT Night Theme - It's the same melody as the day theme, but... it sounds a bit haunted in my opinion ^^' ToT's night themes all have this problem. The key change though is really good here, make it sound like a warm summer night under the stars. SI - Hmmm... it's ok to listen to, I guess, but I don't actually feel a lot when I listen to this theme. It doesn't have a very summery feel for me and actually feels a bit chaotic. AP Day Theme - I LOVE THIS THEME! Ok, I say it, that is downright my favourite summer theme in the whole series! It starts with such joyful piano notes and then the piano takes a back seat with the same three notes that goes up and down while the main melody kicks in and just tells you that this is a summer day and you will enjoy it and you will have fun doing your chores and then sit at the beach that is right in front of your farm or share a cold drink with your sweet heart. My husband also can't stop humming this theme whenever I play AP, that shows how much of an earworm it is ^^ AP Night Theme - The melody is the same one as the day theme, but played more slowly and more relaxing. While I prefer the day theme, this one is super solid as well and a joy to listen too, especially the bassline of this song. GB - Ah, a fun little theme ^^ It is very fitting for the world of the game which seems to be set in the netherlands. I like listening to it, it is a song that you want to sway to.

ToTT - I hear the first few notes of this and instantly know that is summer, that is how much this summer theme got ingrained into my mind. It is one of the more relaxing themes though and there isn't much indication that it is a summer theme actually, so while it works very well as song, it isn't the greatest summer theme. ANB - Is it the 3DS game with the best music in the series?! It is! And ANB doesn't disappoint, the summer theme SLAPS! It is a joyful little song which runs at a quick pace and lets you feel like it is summer and you want to go to the mountains and sweat while you climb out and then go for a swim in the river on your way back up. The key change at 0.53 is just GREAT and it gets me every little time I play the game. TLV Day Theme - Aw, I always liked this little theme, it is a very relaxing theme and it fits the valley that is your playground in this theme. I just liked to terraform while this relaxing music played. TLV Night Theme - Um, are we at a jazz bar? Because that legit sounds like a theme that would play at night in a jazz bar, where you sit with your drink and just chill while you look at the jazz band performing. SoS Day Theme - SoS is special, because in that game you actually CAN SWIM IN THE RIVER, so I really like that the summer theme is so enjoyable to listen to, because you can actually cool off in this game ^^ Go swim and dive while this little theme plays, mostly played with plucking instruments. SoS Night Theme - Oh, this one starts a bit slow, but gets really nice to listen to once it hits the first 30 seconds. A very relaxing song, another one that makes me want to douse my feet in water and look at the starts while I stay on the countryside. SV Day Theme - I kinda always liked this tune. It is a fun little tune that feels like summer and has a nice melody to it, but that is pretty much all I have to say about it. SV Night Theme - Ah, we are back at the jazz bar ^^ The quiet piano melody is very jazzy and yeah, that is all I can say about it. SoS 3oT - It's a nice melody and enjoyable listening to it, but I don't really feel summer with this theme, so I am a bit torn on it. I think I prefer the fall and winter themes in this game. It's really nice to listen to though like I said, so I don't mind that it plays for 31 ingame days straight. LoH Day Theme - A nice song that totally sounds like summer to me, but like the rest of LoH's music, it just kinda... splashes along and nothing really happens. LoH Night Theme - Hmmm... it really isn't anything happening in this theme. It is more a melody so that it isn't quiet. SoS FoMT Weekday Theme - It's the tune of BtN but remixed.. and... in a good way actually! This song SLAPS! I really like what they do to my summer time beach fun song. SoS FoMT Weekend Theme - God, I LOVE this song! For some reason, SoS FoMT added a remix of the seasonal songs for the weekends and festival days and this one is such a banger, I can't help but bop to it, it's so good! It just sounds so much like summer and you just want to run around and dance to it while you enjoy your day off at the beach. Doraemon SoS Day Theme - What a cute little song ^^ It is on the more relaxing side, but it clearly has a summery feel to me. The video shows Nobita napping on the beach and well, isn't that a mood for this song ^^ Doraemon SoS Night Theme - Nobita still naps in the video and well, the music turned into his lullaby I guess ^^ It is mainly a guitar solo that is played slowly and very quietly, very very relaxing. I think I am falling asleep as well... OW - Sadly no one uploaded this music... which is a shame, because it is really good and the song gets remixed depending in which country you are. I really dislike how much hate this game got, because it is actually a solid entry and has some of the best music in the franchise. PoOT Weekday theme - I HATE THIS THEME! It isn't because the melody is bad, it's that DAMN TRUMPET! Why is the trumpet player playing it so... crazy? Why are so many notes sounding off key? The song would slap if the

trumpet wouldn't be there! I love every part of it, but then the trumpet ruins my day. Ugh! UGH! I legit had to switch the music off at first while playing until I got used to this horrible horrible trumpet. PoOT Weekend theme - Oh thank GOD! This theme is without the horrible trumpet. I prefer the holidays in PoOT summer a LOT because the song is actually enjoyable to listen to and it sounds very much like summer as well.

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“Remember The Missing” - Ivar The Boneless x Reader x Ubbe

Summary: You're sent to Kattegat by your uncle for settling a deal with King Ragnar. No need to mention as soon as your feet touch the dry ground, it's the Ragnarsons' eyes you caught.

Pairing: Ivar the Boneless x Reader x Ubbe (but All the Ragnarsons make an appearance)

Warnings: fluff, light smut, angst at the end

Word Count: 3,394

*Masterlist*

The brothers didn't have the same taste when it comes to women. Whenas Ivar and Sigurd fell for thralls, Hvitserk for simple woman, Ubbe for athletic shieldmaiden, when you dropped off the boat, their mouth surely dropped too. That's the first thing that caught your eyes, four tall men, dressed in fur, clean and braided hair with eyes as blue as the sky. Those piercing eyes were pointed right at you, although you were quite used to being stared at. From your tamed hair falling perfectly around your face shape, highlighting your complexion to your reddened cheeks from the cold that underlined Y/C eyes, making your pupils scintillate, every detail seemed to mesmerize them.

Once out of the boat, you readjusted your large and dark cloak that didn't allow the Vikings to check up on your body features but they'd bet their life everything about it was perfect. Your eyes sweep the areas without dawdling on things, as you found out what you looked for. You started to walk towards them, each of your step arousing their desire deep into their core, and stopped in front of them.

"King Ragnar, I surmise," your soothing voice purred in their ears like honey. You held your hand to the man and instead of shaking it, he pecks your fingers. You slightly raised your brows but didn't make any comments.

You soon noticed the stares still on you and glanced at the men standing beside the King, tilting your head to the side in curiosity, the rumors were true. Men of the North were, indeed, handsome. Their features, the care accorded to their looks, even your nostrils betrayed you, as they curled up a little, their spicy wooded smell fondling your nose. "Here are my sons, from right to left: Ivar The Boneless, Hvitserk, Sigurd Snake In The Eye, and Ubbe." The bearded men spoke, lifting the veil on the identity of your seemingly new fans. You didn't miss how the four pairs of eyes have been devouring you but chose to ignore it for the sake of the alliance. Thus your clenched jaws indicated your displeasure.You had quite a temper, that was the exact reason why you were the one sent by your uncle. He tried many times to tame your ways... In vain. Although you promised him this time, you'll behave on behalf of everything he has done for you since the death of your late mother.

"I'm Y/n Of Stilfhel, pleasure is mine." You quickly bowed, gripping onto your dress for it not to meet the soil. The ragnarsons remained silent, not that you expected something else from them, seeing how focused they were to ogle you. You knew better. Everywhere you walked, people would stare at you, In your own kingdom it was because of your status, or so you'd like to believe. In foreign countries, you accepted it was because, for some reason, men found you pleasurable to look at. No need to mention that whenever you'd open your mouth, they would instantly lose interest in you, for you sounded nothing like a princess. When it wasn't you cursing, the problem was the topics on which you conversed. War, fights, battles, swords, economics, trading.

No men of your homeland needed or wanted a woman that had an opinion of everything.

But you were no princess, indeed, your uncle took you as his own daughter at the request of your mother back on her deathbed. This was her last wish, and your uncle being a good man led to you living in the palace without having the weight of duties on your shoulders. Maybe you grew too comfortable, thought your uncle at first, but he soon enough found out it was only you being you.

***

Once installed in the Great Hall, you take off your cloak and give it to the thrall waiting for it, exposing a beautiful azure dress made out of thick fabric. A single thin leather belt tightened it at your waist, revealing your curved hips and generous chest. Your sober dress didn't need any jewels or extravagance as your own body was already doing the job. An abnormal cut departing from your thighs down to your ankles betrayed your cover of "naive princess". If only they knew under that dress was hidden tones of small weapons, that thought making you smile. The man sat right in front of you did not miss any of your lips curling up as you brushed down your hands on the side of your dress, trying to hide the cut you made.

Traveling in that get-up was far from comfortable, you had to do something, right?

You thank the thrall with a small smile and finally sat down. "Is everything alright?" Asked Ragnar at the sight of your grimace. You forced a smile and nodded, "Yeah, of course. Everything's fine, my King" you succeed at answering. Glancing quickly around the table you slide your hands under your dress and straightens both your legs, trying to grab the hilt of your swords that buried itself into your ribs. When Hvitserk and Ivar abruptly turned their head towards you, both confused and satisfied, you firstly ignore them, but as your fingers finally grip onto your sword, their stare only grew more ravenous. At this exact instant, you understood what was happening, you were playing footsie with both of them. Your left foot caressing the inside thigh of Hvitserk whereas your right one got dangerously close of Ivar's core. A nervous rictus drew on your lips as you thought of something to get out this situation. You completely slump on the table to bridge the gap between your palm and the handle of your sword. Once you got it, you slowly push it out the piece of leather holding it and slide her against your bare skin before placing her on the ground. You fold your feet back to their initial position. Ivar was still looking at you, lips slightly parted with astonishment and desire twinkling in his eyes whereas Hvitserk's look was less shy in demonstration of what was going on in his mind.

"I've heard tones of stories about you Y/n," Ragnar let out as he motioned to a thrall to fill your cup with ale. Your eyes dawdled on the cup, as you kept your bottom lips in between your teeth. "Of me?" You faint not to know what he was talking about. "How so?" You added, your eyes still fixed on the liquid purring down in the container. If you start drinking now, you'll still be there in the morning, completely drunk but still wanting more ale. You will not be able to control yourself anymore, and the pretty princess will be gone."That you'd never been beaten by ale," The king continues with a defying tone. "Oh yeah? You're sure it's about me?" You raised a brow at him, glancing at the people around the table. You'd be ready to receive ugly stares by now, but they didn't come, to your surprise. Usually, as soon as someone used to put that subject on the table when with your uncle, grimaces could be seen on the surrounding faces while murmurs could be heard.

Here, stares were fixed on you, but without any grimaces nor disgusted sounds. The men around the table were quite intrigued, maybe they didn't know what their father spoke about. You grabbed the cup hungrily, some of its content escaping the cup to drop on the oak table. You sipped a mouthful of liquor, squinting your eyes at the feelings of the liquid spreading into your body.

"Y/n Of Stilfhel, there's only one, isn't it?" Ragnar bantered as you finished your cup sooner said than done. You glanced at the thrall standing near the doors and motioned her to come. Once she presented herself before you, you carefully took off her hands the carafe and spill some more liquid into your cup. "So you heard about my superpower," you nonchalantly replied. "You must've traveled a lot to have found out. I've never put my feet on that ground before." You pointed the spot with your cup. "I have, but let's not dawdle on my idle stories, please tell us more about your presence here." "It is said, the agreement you share with my uncle must be sealed someway," Hearing your words, the heart of the men surrounding you fluttered. The first thing they thought about when hearing "sealing" was marriage. Of course, it was. Why else letting a princess journey by herself to a foreign country?

They glanced at their father, then at you. Soon their eyes flickered from on to another's face. It was to who will seduce you first. You were a challenge atop of being a mystery.

***

Ubbe leaned in your ear and murmured a joke about Sigurd, which make you choked on your drink. You glanced at the poor target of the man sitting beside you and shook your head both sides giggling. He instantly scowled at his brother, wondering what he could've said. Minutes passed before Hvitserk dared to approach you, he tried to be subtle but, hard luck for him, you weren't that naive. He fainted to join your side of the table to serve himself some more ale, glancing at you here and there. This whole scene made you laugh but you tried to muffle it, as you didn't want to lose all the fun. "Is the ale good?" He tried. "I don't know, you tell me," you raised your brows, as he neared his cups to his lips. He chuckled as he sips some of his drink. "How is that you're never drunk?" "Gods, believe me, I am, most of the time, but I can stand still, even play strategic games!" You heartedly let out as you leaned toward him. "Yeah? We should test that then, I'll wait right in my seat for you to come when you'll be very drunk," he winces at you as he got up from the chair beside you. "Count on it," you flirted back with a soft voice. You attentively followed his moves until some lips encountered your ear. Ubbe, this man really wasn't afraid of anything, his extreme proximity surprisingly warmed you up. Even if wasn't winter yet, the nights were cold, your skin being very sensitive did not help.

"I bet a night with you he'll be sleepy drunk in exactly 4 more cups," the man mutters in your neck, as a shiver spread from your back to your arms. Gods only know how, but he noticed it, looking down and grabbing your hands in his. "Bet held," you exhaled, trying to get away from his grip, but he didn't let go. Your eyes go to both his hands squeezing yours to his face. You didn't realize how close he was, only few inches away. If he turned his head to you at this precise moment, your lips would practically touch. The warmth emanating from his fondles spread to both your arm before dangerously nearing your guts, the center of your aroused desire. Now that he was so close, you noticed the straightness of his jaw, the plumpness of his lips, and how soft his skin seemed to be. When he turned his face, you managed to slip your hands out his grip and move your head backward, a nervous laugh escaping your gritted teeth. He was more than enticing, no doubt.

But you didn't come for that...

Speaking of your duty, your brows knitted as your eyes were searching the place for Ragnar. He wasn't there anymore. "Told you," Ubbe chuckled pointing out his little brother Hvitserk, face down to the table. "Yeah, he seems a bit dead, but I guess he's okay. At least, I hope," you grimaced, tilting your head. You needed to get some fresh air, some hours ago you were in a boat, almost alone, only with a few guards that your uncle forced you to bring and now you were surrendered by a bunch of handsome men. You excused yourself to Ubbe and walk perfectly fine to the doors. The man slid his head to the side, his mouth forming an "o", as he watched you walk away. He was more looking at your body than anything, your curves bouncing from a foot to the other. Once out, you exhaled deeply, closing your eyes a few seconds. "A bit overwhelmed?" you heard a voice, knocking you out the bubble you were in. "I'm not going to lie," you admitted, looking down. "I see you can stand as straight as if no ale oozed in your system. So it was what my father was talking about," "I know you can do better than that." You cut him off, making Ivar turns his head to yours, while you were looking faraway before you. "Huh?" He pondered, still gazing at you. "I love to talk about battles and war. Not about me being okay with drinking ten dozens of cups of ale," you confessed. "Than I wondered what you were talking about with my brother," he bluntly let out, shrugging. "He's got some move" you tried to convince him. He perfectly understood you were talking about Ubbe's ability to seduce women and riposted as soon as your words left your throat. He certainly knew what he was talking about. "Oh, I don't doubt that. I only thought you wouldn't let yourself be trapped in it," "I'm not," "So why you got out?" "I--I..." you stuttered, without being able to invent anything. Perhaps the ale was starting to get to your head.

"My name's Ivar, not 'I--I'," he mimicked your pout and voice. You hassled to chuckle and nudged him. "Stilfhel is an interesting name," Ivar let out, loudly breathing out. "As interesting as Y/n?" You gauge his reaction with a small smile at the corner of your lips. "See, you are flirty with me now,"

"Arrrgh, you're too quick for me," you faked being offended. "I bet you knew the way of sealing the alliance between both our lands have nothing to do with marriage." He nodded to himself, slowly understanding your games. "True, but I couldn't restrain myself to play a little with the minds of your brothers..." You paused, closely looking at the Viking. A genuine smile brightened your face, your eyes crinkled. "I'm glad it didn't get on you,"

"Sigurd didn't try anything,"

"Because he saw Hvisterk kind off failing," You tilted your head to him, only to encounter his eyes. They were as blue as your dress. You soon drown into them as he didn't move his stare. "Ivar The Boneless, right?" "Hmm," he agreed, clearing his throat. "I'll remember it," you mutter for yourself.

***

You tried to remember the words of the thrall when you asked her about the chamber of the Prince. You were drunk, the ale was deeply rooted in your system, but that doesn't stop you from walking through the corridors before you opened a door. "Y/n? Wha--t" "Shhh", you responded as you got closer the bed. You finally crawled into it, dangerously getting nearer the man. As you approached, Ubbe leaned his back on his pillows, intently watching your gestures. You finally got on top of him, leaning onto his chest, your lips dropping feverish kisses on his lower belly. His eyes didn't leave yours, he was concentrated in the twinkle in your eyes as if he looked away, you'll vanish in a cloud of smoke. You slowly started to kiss your way up to his neck, which you bite before playing with his skin in between your teeth. His silent groans directly reached your ears making your desire for him grew stronger each time his hoarse voice resonated in your head. When you straddled him, after benching up your dress to your hips, he exhaled deeply, relieved the space between you has been filled. His hands ceased your hips, slowly sliding to your ass as he nuzzled his way to your face, making you look at him. Your mouth was open, your eyes getting lost together. "You're so beautiful," he slurred, incapable of letting go of your stare. "You're even more," you offered him a smile that made his heart skip a beat. He swiftly crashed his lips on yours, making moan. He kneaded your skin with so much strength, you were sure to found bruises wherever he touched later. You ground down on him, feeling his growing bump right in between your tighs, where you were already ready for him.

***

After you make out, Ubbe directly fell asleep, you didn't know if it was because of your little sport session or the alcohol. Whatever, you weren't asleep, unlike you. It wasn’t enough. You wanted more, you needed more than sex. You planned on going back to your room, but instead, you stopped before another door, his door. You remember the blue of his eyes, his expression when you were face to face around the table earlier, and the way he articulated your name: with such harmony and softness. You pushed open the door, entering a total black room, "Ivar?" you ask loudly, making sure the door was closed behind you before asking for him. At first, you were welcomed by a silence, but as your eyes got used to the darkness, you could glimpse of two light sparkles turned right at you. "I--hum..." you couldn't find the right words, how did you find yourself so nervous when not even an hour ago you were entering Ubbe's chamber so confidently? "Can I stay with you?" your voice echoed in the room as if it was empty. Still no response. You moved forward the bed, aiming at the opposite side of where you glimpsed the scintillating eyes. "I take that as a yes," you continued to talk, even if he didn't want you or even talk to you, you couldn't help but feel the need to be in his company again. "I'm coming under the furs, alright? Welcome me there." you encouraged him. "You lied," he finally spoke. You were shifting your body inside of the shits, under the furs when you stopped in track. Did he recognize you? "Earlier you said you never put a foot down this soil, you lied," he finished, quite bluntly.

You wanted to speak but the saliva in your mouth was too thick, even making it hard to swallow. You gave-up your chance to give him an explanation.

"I knew I already saw your face before, not too long ago actually. You left me waiting for something that would've never happened," his tone was firm but not angry. "Why?" His voice broke to silence. "I knew I wasn't staying for long, I didn't want you to wait for me. You were supposed to forget me, Ivar..." You murmured, without trying to justify yourself. "How could I forget what I gave you, what we shared?" "I don't know," you allowed."Me neither, but still you lied to me back then, about your name, your status, everything!"

"I didn't lie when I came sneaking close to your body every night. I didn't lie when we were meeting in secret in the woods to look at the sunsets and lying on our back watching the forms of the clouds," you lowly let out as you got closer to his chest. Your palm patted his torso before going up to his cheek. Now you're holding his face so his eyes stick with yours, unable to escape from your hold, just like you used to two years ago. "When my uncle asked for a messenger I volunteered," you started to be swoon. His ablaze stare would kill you right now if they could. Instead, Ivar lifted his rough and huge hand to your face, wiping away the few tears that have filled up your eyes. "I wanted to see you again, feel you again..." you added as he pulled your head toward his bare chest. Your eyes closed, and your mind eased in less than a minute, soothed by the rhythm of the Viking's heartbeats.

"Don't leave," he managed to articulate despite the nervousness inhabiting him at this instant. His arms closed around your weak body as he held you tightly against him, to your greatest pleasure.

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#King Ragnar #ragnarsons #ubbe x reader #ubbe ragnarsson #hvitserk x reader #ivar the boneless #ivar the boneless x reader #Hvitserk #vikings #vikings imagine

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