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writer-and-artist27 · 8 months ago

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Tumblr Story: Two Robins

Note: For @dollya-robinprotector. Because the writing urge hit and I wanted to send you something to destress. Also inspired by this comic you made on your other blog.

An informal sequel to “Reformed Bully,” basically. Because when life throws lemons, I make lemonade out of them. While listening to the song titled, My First Friend.

Stories for friends work like that. :)

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“Another world through a magic door, huh…?”

Vy couldn’t help but sit up in her place at the guest couch and slowly open her eyes at the sound of Robin’s voice. Even if he wasn’t her Robin, Lya’s Robin looked contemplative while taking off his apron in the now-cleaned kitchen, wiping some peanut butter off his hands with a napkin with a quiet hum. “Considering you were able to find a cookie recipe this easy to make,” he said with a soft laugh, “I probably shouldn’t be surprised at magic doors considering my sweetie’s habit of getting involved with a lot of people.”

“And…” Vy internally cursed herself for her low social battery, forcing her voice out as much as she could for Robin to notice, “who says… that habit is… a bad thing when… she still has… you, Robin?”

The brunette man turned to look at her with wide green eyes, the freckles on his face twitching before he smiles. “…That’s true,” he said in a softer voice, hanging his apron up on a nearby rack before opening the refrigerator and pulling out a water bottle. “But if you’re tired, Vy, you can use the couch to rest. You’re the guest here and you didn’t have to play with the kids.” The smile on his face widens to a grin once he walks over to place the water bottle in Vy’s ungloved hands, sitting down next to her soon after. “Though as one of their dads, I’m really grateful for your help.”

“Whitney looked… tired, y’know?” Her grip is shaky on the bottle cap once Vy twists at it to open the beverage, lifting the whole bottle carefully to drink the cold water inside for some energy. “Baking… cookies for the kids… is something I can do… considering they were curious… and I started it… by giving him some…” And sure, Chaldea didn’t have toddlers in its large roster of Servants (baby Caren notwithstanding — she was a unique case) — but her experience with kids thankfully wasn’t null and void. Plus their reactions to the “magic” of the three-ingredient peanut butter cookies were so so cute. Even recapping the water bottle in her hands after drinking half felt like an effort worth doing as she said, “So I… I wanted to help… besides…”

Robin leans forward to rest his chin against his palms, peering into her face with a curious expression. “Besides…?”

“It’s what…” Vy smiled, doing her best to ignore the urge to cough from how weak her voice felt in her throat. “It’s what… my Robin… would’ve done.”

Robin’s green eyes widened again — reminding Vy of Chaldea, of her Robin — before his brows furrowed against his forehead. “…You said that before,” he said in a quieter voice, one of his hands leaving his face in favor of reaching out towards her. Not nearly enough to touch, but close enough to the point of nearly patting her hair. “What is your Robin like, Vy? You said you saw some of him in Whit, which led you to us.”

How to respond… Vy turned her head to look at her lap, fidgeting with a hem of her skirt from the Chaldean Decisive Battle uniform. Her pockets still had some markers and her whiteboard, so—

“Vy…?” Lya’s Robin paused, a hand hovering close to hers once she put the half-full water bottle to the side and subsequently pulled out her writing set, carefully trying to uncap the nearest marker — pink this time, it seemed — to start scribbling a response.

“Energy… low…” Vy said hastily to fill in the silence, shaking her head. “Gonna have to… write to you… Robin… so excuse me.”

Past the shade of her low ponytail, it thankfully didn’t hide the understanding look that dawned on Robin’s face, his newest smile sympathetic towards her as he nodded. “You’re excused.”

“Th-Thankie…” With one grateful gulp of air, Vy wrote as quickly yet as neatly as she could, the words coming naturally to the forefront of her mind. My Robin is my hero.

Turning the board over to let Lya’s Robin read the words had his green eyes widen yet again. “Your hero…?”

Forcing energy into her next nod, Vy turned her whiteboard back to write more. I grew up with him, she “said,” doing her best to school the incoming blush on her face with a tiny cough. Whenever I was sad, whenever I needed to get away, he was there. In his green cape, whistling a tune, and hiding one eye away with his hair. Just by being himself and staying with me.

Vy wasn’t surprised to hear Robin chuckle at the word “hair” on her board once she turned the words toward him. “If your Robin has one eye hidden by his hair, I can understand why you reached out to Whit, then.”

They’re similar in some ways, Whitney and my Robin. Behavior, looks, and voice, aye. Pasts are definitely different. Vy could tell even when having known Whitney for only half of a day. They both were rough around the edges, self-proclaimed “cowards,” easy to cover up their insecurities with lies, but— In the end, Robin inspires me. He makes me feel safe. He helps me keep going. That's why he’s “Big Robin” to me.

“…Does he now?” Lya’s Robin says softly, glancing at the whiteboard before looking at Vy with a sad look to his green eyes. “Is that what a hero is to you, Vy? Someone who can be big and protect you?”

Not even the fatigue stopped Vy from hearing the longing in Robin’s voice, the lingering regret lacing his words, and she immediately turned her whiteboard back to herself to scribble a response.

I didn’t look up to my Robin just because he was big and protected me. Sure, he’s taller than me, and yes, he’s protected me, but he did more than that. Some of her “o”s looked loopy to her tired eye, but she still pointed them to Lya’s Robin for the man to read, tapping the underlined “more” with a face. Being a hero for someone can just be as simple as making sure there’s a home to come back to. A safe place to tuck away and be fine in someone’s arms. And if you’re worrying about that with Lya and your kids, Robin, I think you don’t have to.

“...Huh?” The brunette blinks at her response, and Vy smiles, lowering her whiteboard to the lap of her skirt. She knew if she spoke up, she might not be able to do the same for the rest of the day, but—

“You’re… like my Robin too…” Vy eventually croaked, keeping as much cheer as she could once Lya’s Robin gaped at her. Her hands felt a bit like lead had been injected into them, but it didn’t matter. “You both… worry about… doing enough… for the people you love… and I wanna say… you’re okay.”

“Vy…” Robin whispered, his green eyes betraying his experiences and concerns. Living as an orphan, trying to make ends meet under cruel circumstances, hoping Lya could be happy… A soft choking noise made his voice wobble once he said with shimmering wetness characteristic of tears in his eyes, “You really think so?”

Vy knew that her Robin could and would make that exact same face (especially when she pushed herself too hard). It was why she smiled at Lya’s Robin, raising one shaky gloved hand to pat his frozen outstretched one.

“I… know so. Because… because my Big Robin… taught me small kindnesses… like baking and hugging and helping… matter. So Robin… I think you’re plenty big… for Lya, Whitney, Alex… and your kids too.” A note of longing came out to grace the air between them, a cursory glance at the living room around them confirming to Vy that she was almost envious. “Having a farm like this… being able to safely have a family… not a lot of people can say the same. So… give yourself more credit. You can… be ‘big’ in your own way too. Cooking… and games… and being you.”

Especially when I know how hard it is to fight for the home you want. When the home I want is still out of reach.

It was why Vy decided not to mention the plight of Humanity back in her world, what with the Foreign God and all of her fucking bullshit, in favor of grabbing a wad of tissues from her other skirt pocket to offer to the man sitting next to her. The tears in Robin’s eyes only grew in size against his lashes, but he was smiling once he took the tissues to wipe at his face. “Th-Thank you,” he choked out after a moment, a few droplets falling to the couch cushions between them as he laughed. “I-I didn’t know I needed to hear that before I heard it.”

Vy smiled, vaguely making out a silhouette of pink starting to emerge from the hallway behind Robin before nodding her head. “Aye. That can… definitely happen… and if you can’t believe it… why don’t you ask your sweetie?”

As if on cue, flowers seem to burst open in the air. “Of course, my gentle songbird!” Lya announces her sudden entrance with a tight hug to Robin from behind, falling to her knees and winding her arms around her husband’s neck enough to make the man squeak. “Vy has the right idea!”

“L-Lya…” Robin sniffles, but he looks happier once she’s in the picture, enough for relief to spread throughout Vy’s chest as she slowly scooted a foot or so away to give the happy couple some space. “I… I really am doing enough for you?”

“Of course you are! You’re my Robin!” Lya pouts when resting her chin atop Robin’s brown hair, shaking her head. “I love you more than anything, sweetie!”

“Sweetie…”

Vy closed her eyes to the sight, already feeling a little awkward if not for the lingering fatigue still in her systems, and thus debated stepping out. It didn’t feel right to say anything with Lya already reassuring her hubby better with lots of hugs and kisses beyond her closed eyelids, so…

“Muu…?”

Her back and legs suddenly weren’t on the couch anymore. Vy slowly blinked, feeling mana carry her up into the air and barely hearing Robin’s surprised “whoa” along the way. Her half-full water bottle, whiteboard and assorted markers were floating up with her, highlighted by — by purple runes? It would certainly explain why the floating was very much gentle, but if runes were here—

The corner of her blurry vision past her glasses let her see a single glimpse of violet and green before toned, muscular arms wrapped themselves around the backs of her shoulders and the undersides of her knees, holding her in a princess carry. “I look away for five minutes,” said a familiar voice above her head, “and then I find you’re pushing yourself again, little sparrow. Past another magical door too.”

“All in… good intentions, Big Robin…!” Vy still didn’t stop her Robin from holding her close enough for their foreheads to touch, a weak giggle leaving her lips once the tip of his nose rubs hers. Mint tickled the insides of her nostrils as she said, “Didn’t use… any mana… and was… able to bake… magic peanut butter cookies…!”

“Which, little one,” Skadi interrupted with a soft clapping of her hands to dispel her wand into a flash of light (just so that Lya and her hubby wouldn’t notice, maybe?), chuckling while plucking the floating bottle and whiteboard materials out of the air to keep close to her chest for safekeeping. The smile on her delicate features looked wry and exasperated to oddly match the fond sparkle in her red eyes as she went on with, “you could have done that after taking your daily nap. I may be the last goddess of my original world, but what is it with your luck in finding other worlds without fail?”

Vy glanced up at her Robin — Robin Hood, the May King, her Big Robin — and smiled once he gave her a raised eyebrow. “I just… do?”

Robin sighed and bumped his nose with hers again. “…You worry me too much.”

“I’m… sorry.”

“Don’t apologize for that, little sparrow. Just wander off with me next time.”

A quiet Ahem is what breaks Vy out of the growing warmth and surrounding mana — out of seeing two of her Grailed come through the same door that brought her to Whitney — and turning her head reveals Lya, her Robin, and a faraway Whitney all staring at her with wide eyes. Of course Robin Hood and Scathach-Skadi would stare back.

No one said anything for a good second. The toddlers could’ve woken up, Alex could’ve walked in, and yet no one would speak. That was the kind of stare-off it was.

“…Well,” Lya’s Robin starts first after the sound of a singular water droplet falling echoes from the sink, glancing at Chaldea’s Robin before awkwardly scratching at some of the freckles dotting his nose. “If this green-clothed man is your Big Robin, Vy, I can see why you love him so much. He is tall and has hair that makes me think of Whit.”

“He’s supposed to look like me?” Whitney said in clear disbelief from his place standing a few feet away in the hallway, his crumpled T-shirt and wrinkled sweats making it look like he just helped Alex in putting the toddlers to bed for their daily nap. “He’s green and… glowing.”

“Excuse me for glowing,” Robin Hood bit out past Vy’s head, and Vy did her best to raise a shaky hand to his chest to pat sympathetically. “Being magical makes me sparkly. Not like a vampire, thank god.”

“And I’m the goddess, yet can recognize the Twilight joke. Those books were not the best in regards to late-night reading.” Skadi chuckles again, and Vy glances at her just in time to catch the softer look that brushes her features as she bows her head towards the farm denizens still standing in front of them. “Excuse us for the late introductions. My name is Skadi, and the man carrying Vy next to me is our Robin. We just came through the nearest door together to take Vy home.”

“So she does have a home,” Lya muttered, enough to make both Robins and Whitney stare at her. “Was the ‘magic’ in the peanut butter cookies real, then?”

“Who knows?” Robin shrugs, but Vy knows he’s relaxing once he bounces her a little in his arms, just to adjust his grip and let her rest her head against his shoulder. The No Face May King was soft in feel against her ear, enough to be a borderline pillow and nearly make her forget him saying, “Vy — our little sparrow, has a habit of making magic. Still gotta take her back to recharge, though. So thanks for holding onto her until we could show up.”

Whitney scoffs under his breath, muttering something that Vy can’t hear, but she can see the brunette Robin lightly elbow him just past the No Face May King’s shadow as Chaldea’s Robin turns on his heel to face the door that started this little journey. Compared to its visage from her room, the magical entrance wasn’t glowing as much as before, the silver handle appearing muted to contrast the bright green grass outside and the glowing of the Grailed beside her. But—

Skadi barely gets a chance to say her name before Vy reaches out towards the nearest thing she could reach — that being Robin’s mantle collar, to tug at and eventually gesture back towards the farm denizens. “Let me…” she croaks, “say bye?”

Robin stares at her. Vy stares back. It’s not even that long, but she tries, and after a few seconds, Robin sighs, turning on his heel one more time. “Just this once,” she hears him murmur softly. Skadi opens the door behind him once he does, but it doesn’t matter.

Even with her blurring vision, Vy can still make out the primary colors of Lya’s pink hair, of her Robin’s green eyes, and Whitney’s black tattoos. And with the rest of her strength, Vy raises one shaky gloved hand to wave at them.

“Bye bye… thankie for the conversations… Whitney… Robin… if the kids ask… I’ll be back… with more cookies for them… and Lya… and Alex…! Soon soon…!”

Chaldea’s Robin scoffs softly above her head, but he still carefully walks her back into Novum Chaldea through the doorway Skadi kept open for them. And once the door closes behind them and darkness starts to overtake her vision in favor of sleep, Vy can do nothing but lean against her Robin and wonder if Lya’s Robin and Whitney ever waved back.

It was a nice dream to ponder about if they did.

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dolyx · 16 days ago

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(not updated with anything dol-related stuff but hm i think that despite being one of the characters that seem to be averse from impregnating/getting impregnated by pc to maintain their professionalism, harper would be one of the most guilt-trippy to pc as a parent. something something, harper manipulating them, if not putting pc under hypnosis to do things they (harper) want as "gratitude" for making harper carry their child/making harper feel somewhat obligated to taking care of them. i think the difference between f!harper and m!harper is who is going to be responsible for who. f!harper guilt-tripping pc into having them take care of her, of going along with her whims as she had to carry pc's child for months, m!harper having an excuse to be much more overbearing; it's his right to take care of pc now, after all. the weekly checkups will be mandatory. if you don't show up, you can expect harper to be waiting for you in the school clinic, or perhaps near the orphanage or at danube street, where he can coax you into letting him touch you under the guise of him checking to see if there's anything wrong with you. guilt tripping you into doing what she wants or forcing you to his treatments, i think, regardless of sex, they'd still be in control lol. that's just how it is, i think. unless ofc it turns out they like to be stripped of control. now, won't that be delicious.)

#again disclaimer i know next to nothing about this freak #it's been like forever since i touched dol #blame sunday <3 #it is always a good day to blame sunday #though... hm.#sunday x harper (as in crossover not ship)#very nice #goshe dol rambles #harper the doctor

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dms-saggicorn · 8 months ago

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Omg I effing love them

Question: How much dignity do I have left after I felt for the Swap! Bully Robin of the devil - @just-dol-headshots and HOW DID I DO THIS??

Welp, there go my final thread of sanity!!

Behold! The self-indulgent sona I made to jump down the rabbit hole a.k.a the Swap AU 😭😭😭 Please don't look at me I'm in shame lsksndixokj anw I'm thinking too should they be the childhood-friends-that-grew-apart type or the bully-who-felt-in-love-with-weirdo type? Hard to choose tbh and we need to consider their relationship with other characters on this AU too

You know what? No, it's not me who drew this, it was JDOLH holding a gun against my head and threatened me to 😭😭😭 I'm the victim!!🌸

#a grumpy bby and a nerdy sweet bean?#sign dms the eff up 💜💜💜💜💜#oh possible childhood friends maybe???? 🙏🙏🙏#when's the wedding??? 🥺#dol #dol fanart #dol robin #degrees of lewdity #crossover #swap au

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shuuen-no-cimory · 6 months ago

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Also of course, it ain't me if I don't crossover my current hyperfixation with my ultimate current hyperfixation. So... Degrees of Lewdity x ProjectMoon! (This post is full of me yapping as I explain each drawing, so I guess, be ready?)

First, I'll go hard with Whitney as R Corp. 4th Rabbit Team. The initial idea was that he reminds me so much of RHeath LMAO But eventually I love the idea because I think he'd go along with Myo well. Plus... Somehow imagining Whitney in Rabbit Team Hatchery shenanigans seems... Interesting.

Next is Eden. If anyone notice, I originally designed him based of 2 Abnos: Der Freischutz and Big Bird. Der Frei was, of course, a nod to his title as a Hunter, and a marksman as well. For Big Bird... Yeah definitely there's the Big Bird in DoL, yet I think temperance-wise, Eden does felt similar to Big Bird. A creature living in a forest, thinking they protect others by doing the action that definitely doesn't seems to be out of protection. As for RRH, oh think about this: Being hunted down while getting marked. One by a hunter, and another by a wolf. Oh isn't it just reminds me of something...? Right

Funny enough, before I designed the school LIs properly, I reimagined them as The City's feathers. "If they're living in the City and has to work with one Wing, which one they'll work on?" I've talked about R. Corp Whitney earlier so I'll talk about the others! Robin, L Corp. - I can imagine him with the pressing needs to survive under the weight of Bailey's rent ends up either being sent or signed himself up as an agent for L Corp. The Wing doesn't ask that much requirement as per Hokmah's story while the agent supposed to have a great pay (being a wing and all). Hence, I think he might work for L Corp. Sydney, K Corp. - The idea was that after graduating, Sydney might follow Sirris path in science. Being the obedient child she is (as we sees on the game before they get corrupted), she probably choose to do what Sirris might do hence her as K Corp. researcher. Oh anyway, truly this is just a fyi that doesn't seems to be related to anything, I reimagined Harper as Dongrang in this scenario, with the whole Teary-Thing problem exist. Oh, lucky enough for Sydney to help producing K Ampule that definitely just as seen in the canon Limbus story. Just saying. Kylar, W Corp. - This one actually a rather fun idea. This is set with the idea that Kylar work as the Clean Up Member, with parents that's definitely unaware with how their child work but nevertheless proud with him. They'd even use WARP Train solely to be sent off by Kylar each time, much to Kylar silent dismay. If only they know what Kylar has to clean up among the 6 seconds they went into the train... Read one of the reblog tag and yeah. It has to do with Love Town. And pretty much how Kylar had to regularly assemble his parents again and again each trip they made.

LCB! SYDNEY LET'S GOOOO!!!! This idea came as I made my LCB-esque ID Card for Sydney. The idea of LCB Sydney's background was that it's pretty much what happened in the game, but make it The City-esque and seen from Sydney's eyes. It's fun imagining her as a Dieci Fixer who was caught in a complicated issue which she rather dip out from as she hasn't fully grow the backbone to face it yet. Oh right, in this AU I reimagined Ivory as Abnormality and both Sydney and Kylar got their EGO. Sydney got their Longing Phase EGO (HE, Gloom) while Kylar got the Haunting Phase EGO (WAW, Wrath). I actually had a draft of how the EGO works and its gimmick but let's talk it later on lol

When Yield My Flesh event is up on Limbus, my head doing the funny by thinking, "Damn... Jun Wren sounds cool..." then I remember Tingtang exist like jfgdjfgbjd HE FITS BETTER AS TINGTANG WHY DIDN'T I THINK ABOUT IT ON A SIDE NOTE, I also had the thought on how Bailey MIGHT kills it as either a Kurokumo or a Middle. After all, Middle never forget... Just like how Bailey never forget your rent LOL

And last but not least: Sydney and Robin as L Corp. Agent! Robin will be a high Temperance agent which work for Safety Team, while Sydney is the high Fortitude, high Prudence Disciplinary Team Captain. Oh, if you do notice: I made Sydney's cross looks like Penitence EGO Weapon. It's actually based of this idea of how One Sin and WhiteNight's dynamic thematically fits Sydney the Faithful and Sydney the Fallen. The name of both Abnos' EGO Set-- "Penitence" and "Paradise Lost" respectively, both fits the image of each Sydneys. Hence, I draw them in both EGO Sets!

#Degrees of Lewdity #DoL #DoL Fanart #Whitney the Bully #Robin the Orphan #Sydney the Faithful #Sydney the Fallen #Eden the Hunter #Kylar the Loner #Should I also tags PJM related stuff here??? I unno honestly #But yea the easiest way to make me yap is by THINKING about anything PJM #SDBHJDFBJDHFJDFG I JUST LOVE CONCEPT OF THE CITY SO MUCH OKAY #IT'S LIKE... You can make anything inside it YET it also has its own whole sets of worldbuilding that makes you just think #'damn think about all the possibility can happen if these people became part of the City. Like just think!!!!'#This has become a chronic illness fr fr fr #Wren the Smuggler #I FORGET TO TAG WREN IM SORRYYYYY

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neetily · 4 months ago

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↳ EVENT 07. M!Whitney & Sebastian (Jealousy Sex & AU)

— ✧ warnings: Crossover, Exhibitionism, Public Sex, dol universe is sdv zuzu city, Established Relationship, Ex Boyfriend, Fingering, Creampie — ✧ word count: 3,796 — ✧ genre: smut (18+)

— ✧ A/N: reposting from my old account since i was asked to! formatting might be off, but it's still readable.

The seedy bar you've dragged him into wouldn't be his first choice of date establishments, but as per your insistence, he obliges. You're lucky he loves you so much, y'know that? No way would he follow tail wagging into the metaphorical dragons den with anyone other than you, and he only does it with you because he loves you more than anything else. Wants to keep that pretty smile on your face when you excitedly jog to the entrance, exclaiming about how you miss this place. Arm locked with your own, smiling with you despite the apprehension in his chest, because more than his anxieties; he trusts you. After all, you're the tour guide tonight, and you've yet to disappoint him with chosen locations.

Sadly, the same can't be said about the company.

Not you of course! God, and he knows it's not your fault either that some rather unfortunate individuals decided to show up on tonight of all nights. Your last day in the big city, attempting to cap the trip off on a high note— it's okay, he believes you when you beg for mercy.

Because there's simply no way his precious girlfriend would come here on purpose, right? You wouldn't be silently hoping for tonight to turn out the way that it did, the little glint in your eye when he meets your gaze must just be a trick of the light.

He had never expected Zuzu City to be so... Cutthroat? No, that's not quite right... Maybe, hedonistic is better suited? It's difficult for him to pinpoint the best description, equal parts shocked and intrigued by your upbringing. Complete and utter freedom certainly comes with a price, doesn't it? Though thankfully, he's had you by his side during the trip to your hometown, saved more than once by your city ways away from grabby hands and gawking eyes.

How you ever managed to survive a place like this all on your own is incomprehensible to him, his arm possessively wrapped around your waist even as he sits with you in a hidden away booth, a means to ward off the various glances from pub crawlers sent your way, head held high in spite of the worries he holds close to his heart— he'll protect you no matter what. Especially from the blonde sitting across the table, the way his feet are kicked up on the old and worn wooden table irks him more than it should. As if the mans existence itself was a threat to him, suddenly dropped into reality just to fuck with his mental. The fact that he thought it was okay to simply saunter over and sit with you and himself is annoying, but he refrains from voicing the obvious.

The lack of control present in the city permeates even the walls of the bar, of which he's all too familiar with when it comes to you. But it's different when other people feel the same way about you. Sure, he can appreciate that others will find you pretty, you're the most gorgeous girl in the world to him. But to have others try to act on their wants for you is another situation entirely, something he was woefully unprepared for when you innocently suggested taking a trip to the city.

"Not from round here, are you?" Whitney sneers at him, and Sebastian finds himself instinctively squeezing at your side tighter. Attempting to not only reassure you, but himself.

"What gave it away." It's not a question, apathy thick in his voice to convey the sheer frustration he feels for the man across the table. Tone more like entertaining a child with inane sentences rather than anything more substantial. He's too busy establishing himself as yours to the pub patrons to fully listen to Whitney. The way they stare, some deep seated anxiety bubbling away in his tummy at the thought of being othered. It's all but confirmed that they know that's he's new to town, explaining the sickly feeling in his chest. Or maybe it's more that they know you, and to be seen with you is some sort of issue. He's not sure which option is more stress inducing.

Rather than talking to each other, Whitney directs his attention back to you. Seedy hand twirling in your hair, Sebastian can't help but seethe as he stares at the way you refuse to move away. "Coulda let me know you were back in town, slut." Whitney fucking smirks.

"And you are?" Sebastian finally graces him with attention, narrow eyes intense with possessiveness over you.

"The ex."

"Huh." Sebastian mutters, fixing his attitude before continuing. "Classy friend you got there, babe." Hid words grow misleading in how casual they are, pitch friendly enough to be disarming, but it seems that Whitney is the type to understand the underlying issue, hidden away behind niceties and courtesies.

And through it all, you do nothing. Not even a peep or squeak to signal your distaste for being touched in such a gross way by someone other than your boyfriend, cowering into Sebastian's chest merely out of expectation. It stirs something within him, a primal need to show you why you should be seeking his help more than you are now, to showcase exactly why he deserves to be the only one to bully you from now on— and not your previous lover.

"Did you miss me or something? S'at why you're back in town?" Whitney pesters you, and rather than comfort you in the face of greed, he takes the opportunity to indulge.

What's the saying... When in Rome?

Though he feels very out of his depth, dumped straight into the deep end of the pool with the way you simply accept the rough treatment and words of his counterpart, and how he can spot an increasingly blush on your cheeks when you're poked and prodded around, he's determined to show you his worth. To come out as top, even within your sleazy hometown.

He resolves to sighing, heavy and loud, aimed more at Whitney rather than your inaction— cause he gets it. He's heard countless stories from your past laste at night in bed with you, some of them even including your old school bully. Poor girl, he thinks to himself. You still don't know how to stand up for yourself, do you?

"Why don't we see, babe?" He questions you, clarifying himself when you only offer a confused look in response. "If you miss him, I mean. Why don't we put it to the test?"

"No way—" Whitney barks laughter at the proposition, but the pleading look in your eyes beg to trust Sebastian. A soft coo escaping him when you shiver against his overprotective arm around your waist, promising to keep you safe no matter what happens.

He just wants to have a little fun, is all. Show the town who you really belong to, so that if he ever visits with you again, they'll know to leave you well alone. And to respect him, which might be more important to him in this moment when Whitney challenges his position by your side.

"What d'ya say, slut?" Whitney's always with the slut, God, it's annoying. After a quick glance around the room, noticing how others watch in anticipation for something to happen, Sebastian moves into action out of pure frustration, urging you to exit the little booth you had him sit at in favour of easily lifting you up onto the table in front of everyone, prompting you into laying your back flat on the creaky wood with your legs hanging off. If people wanna watch, then he's not opposed to the idea. In fact, he secretly encourages it. Watch me put my girl in her place, okay?

Once you're nice and settled, he smiles down at you. Perfect. You're at a good cock height up there.

And by the look you're giving him, it's clear that you're excited by the idea too. Not that he blames you, a certain kind of exhibitionist thrill rushing through him at the way you comply without complaint, head peeking up a little to watch him as he gently removes your bottoms, underwear included, putting them in a neat pile where you just sat. He leaves just enough space between himself and your bare lower half to leave you sufficiently exposed to the small pub interior, a gasp escaping him when he can see how clearly wet you are already.

And then, a low wolf whistle sounds before him and his brows furrow together in aggravation. Whitney leans over from his remaining seated position to eye you up and down, "Just like how I remember. Always ready to go, aren't you?" Whitney huffs, and Sebastian watches him like a hawk as the man moves closer to your face. Although, he doesn't try to stop him from doing anything to you. Try as he might, Sebastian knows that he'll come out on top regardless of what Whitney is thinking about doing, so he might as well enjoy the front row seats he's got to the lewd show in front of him.

What he doesn't expect, however, is how his cock twitches to the sight of your lips pressed to someone else's. The barely there squeal of surprise you let out before Whitney shuts you up with his tongue is cute, actually. Reminds him of where he's standing, dropping his vision back down to your pretty cunt and pretending as if no one else but you exists in the room with him.

His breath catches in his throat while your tongue gets sucked right in front of him— ah, so pretty, aren't you. Gonna keep a mental image of that for the rest of the trip at least, his throat dry at the thought of taking a taste himself when Whitney is done with you. He teases your bare thighs with feather light tickles and playful rubs. Hand on one leg, the other receiving light kisses up and down, edging closer to your cunt with every pass of his lips on your skin, but never quite reaching your heat. Which he knows is frustrating despite your mouth currently being preoccupied, because your lower half wiggles for more attention. His cock matches your movements, pulsing in his pants for him to selfishly tug on, ignoring the murmurs behind his back to instead give you all his attention, reel you back in from Whitney's aggressive kissing style and promise you that he deserves to be yours.

"Is this what you were wanting, baby?" He teases you, tone especially fond when talking to you directly, even if he understands that you can't reasonably be expected to respond right now. Still, he continues, knowing that the pretty moans you spill down another mans throat are in part because he's talking to you right now, letting his thumb smooth over your dripping slit, smiling to himself when your hips buck into his touch for more. He wonders which part of tonight has got you so wet, biting on his bottom lip when some of your slick stains the table under you— is it because he's being more assertive with you? Dictating what and who you'll be doing tonight... Or is it the excitement from experiencing two people at once? Maybe, it's because part of you was indeed missing Whitney's treatment, a gasp of jealousy crawling up and out his throat at the mere thought. If it's the latter, he'll just have to fuck that notion right out of you tonight, in front of the very same guy you might be lusting after.

And seeing as you can neither confirm nor deny his suspicions, he decides it's better to get a move on before Whitney steals the lead with that skilful tongue of his, how it drips saliva down your throat and sucks your tongue dry.

So, he dips his thumb down to your hole, toying with it a little to feel the gush of more slick coat his fingers. Stroking them up and down, getting them all nice and wet and slippery, just barely rubbing your puffy little clit before returning his attention back down to your hole. With no time to waste, he slides one finger inside. Gently, a stark contrast to how fervently Whitney makes out with you, Whitney's greedy hand pawing at your pretty tits for a mere few seconds before they dig under your shirt to tug and pull on your chest, soft mm's and rushed aah's escaping you at the fast turn of events.

And though Sebastian agrees that yes, this is all happening way too fast for him to consider the consequences, it's easy to forget about them when his cock tents in his pants and throbs for you. Precum dripping from his slit just from how warm and wet your insides are, an instinctual urge fast building in him to disregard how you feel, and to instead showcase to everyone else in the room why he's your boyfriend— and not anybody else.

His finger pumps in and out of you only a few times before he introduces another, giving in to his more baser instincts by scissoring them both inside of you to help warm you up and open you up a little for his greedy cock. And oh how it twitches for you, the sight of your nails digging into the wood under you for some kind of purchase before anything has even really happened is too pretty, makes his cock leak some more precum for you. Bulge threatening to appear sheer through his pants from how much he loves you, how his body is unable to do anything but react in kind to your pretty whines and cute little humps.

Fuck, he's so hard. Unsure of why he's this hard, only that it almost hurts from how badly he needs to fuck you. Mind clouded and vision hazy as Whitney removes himself from your saliva soaked face to instead turn all his attention to your tits, how pretty they look under the dim pub lighting when your top and bra are thoughtlessly thrown to the side and drool is dripped over them. It's probably got something to do with the performance, right? As to why he's so hard, that is. How when he unzips his pants he can distinctly hear murmurs from the growing crowd behind him, and when his rock hard cock flops out of too tight jeans, a resounding slap ringing in his ears when it slaps against his tummy to leave a precum trail, he can see the dazzling flash of some phone cameras— recording, capturing the moment he lines his drooling tip up to your wanting hole, and as he gently pushes inside he can hear a distinct fapping noise. Holding his breath the moment his cock comes into contact with your squishy insides, lashes fluttering shut at the feeling of your cunt trying to desperately suck him in further already— you're too much. In a good way, too fucking cute, too hot with your kiss bruised lips, too sensitive to his every touch, reacting so cutely when all he does is brush his tip up against your insides. When he opens his eyes again, he's struck by the sight of Whitney's lips wrapped around your nipple, the other getting attended to by his rough hand. And Whitney is staring back at him. A challenging narrow of his eyes, a daring raise of his eyebrow.

Just as much as Whitney seems to get under your skin, Sebastian feels the very same sickly feeling urging him to give in too. So he does, without any kind of resistance, he gives in.

Forces his cock to fully sheath inside of you in one swift fuck forward, mouth hanging open in a silent moan at the way your cunt struggles to accept him, how you try to grow accustomed to the fat length pulsing inside of you in such a short amount of time, and then your whine for more pulls him out of his indulgent pleasure to focus on making you feel all better again. Prompts him into drawing his hips back just to force fuck his cock inside again, holding on to the table edge under you for stability while your legs lock around his lower back— your refusal to let him fully pull out of you feels so fucking good, fuck, you've got no idea what it does to him— mind immediately empty except for the suck of your cunt with every stroke of his cock, the sound of his hips slamming against your ass echoing in the dingy pub like some over exaggerated porn scene.

But it's not, and that's so fucking hot, isn't it? The way he can barely catch his breath, knuckles white in their hold of the table, every creak of the wood matching every one of his thrusts going straight through him and down to his throbbing cock. Starting with an already unfair pace just to try and prove himself, to say: told ya so, I'm all she needs. Because it feels good, doesn't it? To have your boyfriend fuck you right in front of everyone, especially your old partner. Feels nice knowing that he's secure enough in your feelings for him that it doesn't matter if Whitney wants to play with you mid fuck— let him. Because Sebastian knows all of your sweet spots, humping his tip inside you at an angle he knows you love, just to show off to everyone watching and recording that it's his name you're moaning.

"Tight— fuck, babe—" He moans out for you, fucking you at such a fast pace that he has to place a hand on your waist just to keep you pinned in the right spot. Intent on ruining you for anyone else but himself, so that even if Whitney does fuck you tonight, you'll have no choice but to pick Sebastian as your favourite anyway.

"Always were so fuckin' tight, weren't you, slut?" Whitney's voice rings in his ears, but due to the melting feeling of your hot insides swallowing up his drooling cock, Sebastian can't find it within himself to be annoyed. Rather, the tight ball in his tummy only grows in size at the seedy tone Whitney adopts, unable to focus on much of anything besides your pretty moaning mouth— until Whitney's hand accidentally brushes against his own placed on your hip. Attention immediately drawn down to your cunt, watching his cock disappear into your hole over and over again, a cute ring of cream at the base of it to show just how much you love him too, balls slapping against your ass with a sticky mix of pre and slick—

And then when you tighten up, wrapping so snugly around his fat cock, moaning louder than before, his vision is brought to where Whitney's deft fingers rub circles on your pretty clit. How Sebastian wants for more than anything to have a taste; doesn't matter if it's from the source itself or from Whitney's fingers, rendered completely dumb while buried balls deep in your pretty little cunt, the small spasms your hole makes around his perverted cock send shivers up his spine, begging him to straighten his back despite how hard he wants to fall into you, shield you from prying eyes and recording cameras, keep you all to himself and Whitney to help you reach your end because he's selfish. You make him feel too good, grunts and groans tumbling from his lips with every hump of his cock, inadvertentdly tugging you more off the table and closer to his groin in an effort to reach the deepest parts of you, balls taut with every wet slap against your ass.

He's dizzy. The addition of Whitney toying with your clit proves too much for him to bear, and you too it seems from how much you shake, how your cunt squeezes his cock so well, making it a little difficult for him to continue fucking into you with the same precision and stability he usually endures. Your pretty face contorted with pleasure, cock dragging along your cunt walls to dribble out precum when you arch your back. It's a no brainer that you're close, so he focuses his efforts into offering you messy, otherwise sloppy fucks. It's the best he can do when your hole is clutching him so tightly, disallowing him from pulling out all the way when your legs tighten in satisfaction, leaving him to make miniscule little humps inside as he's already balls deep. But it's enough for you, and it's enough for him, a chain reaction of Whitney flicking your clit which starts your orgasm, the weight of your walls convulsing around his ready to burst cock is all it takes for him to follow suit. Creaming your insides white as your hole attempts to milk him dry, still yet fucking into you with little thrusts until your body relaxes enough to let him move properly, and he's able to give you lazy strokes while you babble nonsense. A gentle in an out to make sure he stuffs you full of all his seed, sticky white dripping out and onto the floor before him every time he pushes back inside. But he can't find it within himself to care for the mess, Whitney still idly playing with your clit enough for you to remain somewhat tense, and it feels fucking nice to warm his cock inside of you as you continue to spam around him a little.

When he feels like he can finally breathe properly again, the first thing he does is coddle you with aftercare. Gasping at how your cunt keeps begging his spent cock for more, cringing as he quietly grows flaccid after filling you to the brim. "Good job, babe. Did so well." He leans over you to whisper, ignoring the consistent circling of Whitney's hand under him, right on top of your clit. "Do you need a break?" He goes on to ask, but Whitney steals your answer for you, and Sebastian would be a liar if he said that he completely hated the man now. Thankful for the help he provided in getting you off, and for continuing the night in such a debauched way.

"Doesn't matter if she does or not, I trained her better than that. It's my turn now, been waiting to try my old slut out again."

At least he had the decency to wait his turn, Sebastian thinks to himself. Pulling out completely to switch places with Whitney, offering him a brief pat on the back to communicate thanks for the training. Because now he gets to reap the rewards.

#sdv smut #stardew valley sut #sdv seb smut #stardew valley seb smut #sdv sebastian smut #stardew valley sebastian smut #dol smut #degrees of lewdity smut #whitney the bully #whitney the bully smut #sebby🐸#whitney🚬

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nopecho · 9 months ago

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Thinking about a DoL x Heathers Musical crossover

Ughhhhh

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limerencedisorder · 2 months ago

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ren hana core.

Do you think that if you were to die Kylar would cannibalize you like how animals eat their owners after death?

God I love cannibalism

He honestly might, but I'm not 100%. I'm just not sure what order it would all going in. You dying, him going crazy and destroying everything, and the cannibalism....

#dol #degrees of lewdity #dol kylar #kylar the loner #ren hana #btd2 #ykmet #imagine a crossover between ren and kylar mmm...#might write a fanfic ab that too... threesome!!

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sotwk · 10 months ago

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I was wondering who are your fancasts for your headcanon world?

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Hiiii Quickie! @quickslvxrr

Am I right in guessing that your question was prompted by my reblog of your reblog of Charlie Hunnam's gif set? XD

Because if so, I will just say that I am very excited to have selected Charlie as my fancast for Théodred of Rohan! (Excited because I hope to start writing chapters of my Eomer x OC fic soon, which actually co-stars dear Théodred.)

I have a growing fancast list for the SotWK AU! I still need to get around to making an official and complete list, but since you seem curious, here is majority of what I have so far.

Apart from Reader Insert stories I write in response to requests, all fics and characters I create are grounded in the SotWK AU, so these characters exist consistently across and crossover between my stories.

SotWK AU Fancast List (a work in progress)

The Royal Family of the Woodland Realm

Elvenking Thranduil - Lee Pace

Elvenqueen Maereth - Jennifer Connelly

Crown Prince Mirion - Henry Cavill

Prince Turhir - Sam Heughan

Prince Arvellas - Rupert Friend

Prince Gelir - Sam Claflin

Prince Legolas - Orlando Bloom

Crown Princess Itarildë - Teresa Palmer

(later Crown) Prince Aranion - Bradley James

Princess Anariel- Gabriella Wilde

Elvenking Oropher - Jason Isaacs

Greenwood Elves

Darthol (Gelir's birth-mate) - Dan Stevens

Olondir (cousin of the Thranduilions) - Jake Gyllenhaal

Rivendell Elves

Elrond - Hugo Weaving

Celebrían - Connie Nielsen

Nimeithel (oc cousin of Celebrían & mother of Itarildë) - Rebecca Ferguson

Elladan - Richard Madden

Elrohir - Sebastian Stan

Silmarillion / First Age Ancestors

Glorfindel - ???? -still searching!-

Elemírë (oc wife of Glorfindel & sister of Elenwë) - Vanessa Kirby

Maglor/Kanafinwë - Ben Barnes

Velcálë (oc wife of Maglor) - Zendaya Coleman

Círdan the Shipwright - Iain Glen

Eäriel (oc wife of Círdan) - Olivia Hussey

Eärondir (oc son of Círdan & father of Maereth) - Alexander Skarsgard

Laurinwen (oc mother of Maereth) - Lily Collins

Dwarves / Line of Durin

Durin III, King of Khazad-dûm- Hugh Jackman

Frerin, son of Thrain - Gerard Butler

Gondorians

Aerdis (oc love interest of Boromir) - Freida Pinto

Anarlas (brother of Aerdis) - Oscar Isaac

Imrahil, Prince of Dol Amroth - Eric Bana

Ivriniel - Isabella Rossellini

Finduilas - Monica Bellucci

Erchirion - Adam Driver

Lothíriel - Gal Gadot

Rohirrim

Théodred - Charlie Hunnam

Signyr (oc shield-maiden & Éomer's love interest) - Katheryn Winnick

Léodor (oc in Éomer's Éored) - Chris Hemsworth

Héothain (oc in Éomer's Éored) - Will Poulter

Haradrim

to be revealed OC - Pedro Pascal

YUP. I almost didn't want to insert that little spoiler of my upcoming fic, but I'm just too excited about fancasting the widely adored Pedro Pascal in my AU. It will be one heck of a character, too! I am SO VERY excited to create Harad OCs (Pedro's will be the main one)!

Thank you for the Ask! Although this list is still messy and incomplete, answering it puts me one step closer to getting an official fancast list done! :)

Just tagging people whom I think/hope might be interested in this:

@hobbitwrangler @scyllas-revenge @ass-deep-in-demons @emmanuellececchi @from-the-coffee-shop-in-edoras @konartiste @hippodameia @a-world-of-whimsy-5 @achromaticerebus @aduialel @asianbutnotjapanese @entishramblings @heilith @ladyweaslette @laneynoir @quillofspirit @stormchaser819 @g-m-kaye @mirra-kan @alwayssevvy @marsharmonicorchestra @laurfilijames @coopsgirl @jane0error @jezzibee @lathalea @cuarthol

Other useful links:

Introduction to SotWK

SotWK HC Masterlist

Fanfiction Masterlist

Fanfiction Request Guidelines

#sotwk answers #sotwk oc #sotwk headcanon #sotwk fancast #lotr #tolkien #tolkien oc #lotr oc #lord of the rings #greenwood the great #thranduil #thranduilion #mirkwood elves #gondor #rohan

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catofadifferentcolor · 11 months ago

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An Incomplete List of Lord of the Rings AU Fic Ideas

All Those Frustrating Fools: In which Legolas and Gimli are surrounded by Middle Earth's most oblivious idiots

Everything (Between Us): In which Legolas and Gimli secretly wed before the quest

First Age Legolas: Born as Doriath falls, Legolas is one of the oldest elves left in Middle Earth - a child of war, and grief, and loss

Half-Elven Legolas: Born Eluréd Diorion, war and truama-induced amnesia lead to his adoption by Thranduil during the First Age

Half-Maia Legolas: Born of Thranduil's relationship with a handmaid of Oromë, the only two people in Middle Earth who know the identity of Legolas' mother are Thranduil and Legolas himself

Of Aerandír and his Coming to Arda: PJO/LotR crossover, in which Percy’s presence in Middle-Earth changes everything and nothing

Princess of Dol Amroth SI: In which a Modern Woman in Middle-Earth changes almost nothing - but still makes a difference to her nephews

Second Age Legolas: Born as Númenor sank beneath the waves, Legolas serves as his father's regent during the War of the Last Alliance - a child of suffering and survival

Third Age Legolas: Born after the fall of Erebor, Legolas is one of the youngest elves alive, coming of age during the quest

More Terrible Fic Ideas

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necros-writing-stuff · 10 months ago

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(I don’t think this is REALLY a crossover, but if you don’t want to answer you, of course, don’t have to. No pressure!) I was wondering how Darius would react to learning his spouse enjoys games like dol? XD Would he think it’s kinky? Would he be horrified? Confused?

bonus: his response if his spouse explains Eden’s pred-play scene and asks to recreate it “irl” 😆

bonus bonus: his spouse tells him Eden is their fav in-game NPC, and maybe explains the collar and cage scenes lol. 😆

He watches horror core porn, he has no room to talk. But it'll really depend on why you like the game.

If its because of Eden, Doren, Winter, Morgan or Landry he'll approve. Pretty much anyone else and he's side-eying (but especially the school LIs, Harper, anyone to do with gangbangs etc). I'm sorry to announce he'd romance Kylar.

Suggesting the pred/prey thing is kinda meh to him in the way Eden does it. Now, him being the stalker who pulls you into an alley and forces his fingers in your mouth to keep you quiet while he pumps into you? That he wants to do.

Collars are pretty, you can wear them whenever you want. He'll get a special tag for you if you want. The cage though... nah. He'd rather just put you in the basement, doesn't want your back or knees aching.

#spill your guts #anonymous #darius radner #gn reader #cw pred prey #cw noncon #cw pet play

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writer-and-artist27 · 9 months ago

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Tumblr Story: Reformed Bully

Note: For @dollya-robinprotector. Since you’re going through a rough patch, I thought some fluff would work in easing the stress.

Very light FGO/Passing Days-DOL crossover and all. Based heavily off this one ask and this comic that led me to meeting you, Dollya. :) Written as thanks for talking with me and bonding over the FGO gnomes.

Was listening to YOASOBI’s Idol when writing this. And Dr. Stone’s One Small Step.

Now if y’all excuse me, I need to sleep. More hematopathology work tomorrow.

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By the time Vy had noticed the door show up in her room, she wasn’t surprised anymore. It even decided to appear once she had finished packing up the latest batch of magic peanut butter cookies for the Servants, but compared to the previous door, this one had—

“A silver handle…?” Unlike all of Chaldea’s sliding doors and the previous magic entrance that led to another Master’s world, this door looked almost ordinary, its white oak furnishings and matching pale silver doorknob making it look like it came out of a Home Depot. Even when compared to the white walls of her room in Novum Chaldea, the newest entryway looked… mundane. In spite of its faint glowing too.

Vy considered. Glancing down at her bags of cookies, one in particular stood out to Vy’s eye. It was a bit lopsided from including some of the bigger cookies of the batch, not to mention the rather crooked purple ribbon bow, but it was… it was apparently glowing the same faint yellow as the new door.

With one last look at the door, Vy felt herself smile wryly. “I guess… if this is glowing too… might as well try and take a chance as long as I’m not gone for too long, right? Just have to wear the right Mystic Code…”

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“Nngh…”

“…Oh dear,” Vy said for herself when stepping through the magic door. What waited beyond it was a grassy hill, a single tree overlooking what looked like a farm, and a single man lying in the grass, asleep with—with actual tears in his eyes. It wasn’t a stretch to believe he was suffering from a nightmare in spite of the warm atmosphere around him, but add in the light thrashing and the sweat beading his forehead, Vy knew she couldn’t leave him be.

The blond fringe of hair hiding one side of his face away from view was the last nail in the metaphorical coffin. If his hair was ginger-colored instead of blonde, then—

I want to help this person just like I help Robin.

It was why Vy kept the one bag of cookies from Chaldea nestled close to the chest of her Decisive Battle uniform, slowly getting to her knees and reaching out with one gloved hand.

“Sir,” she whispered softly, patting his shoulder as gently as she could. Her ponytail could be pushed over her shoulder later. Right now, someone was suffering, and— “Sir, please wake up. You’re having a nightmare.”

“N-Ngh—” The man groaned, nearly slapping her hand if not for Vy moving it out of the way just in time. “Lya—! Lya, I’m s—!”

“Sir,” Vy spoke more firmly, worry leaking into her voice before she realized it as her fingers reached up to pinch at his cheek. Sitting down on her knees, she said, “It’s alright — it’s over. It’s time for you to come back to reality now.”

The blond man got up with a start once her pinching registered, blue eyes wide with shock and tears once his spine made an audible crack from sitting up so abruptly. Vy immediately took her hand back, schooling her panic as best as she could once he looked at her past the haze in his blue eyes. “Lya—!” he blinked. “You’re… you’re not Lya.” His brow furrowed almost immediately, a glare settling in his eyes as he took her in. “Who are you, where did you come from, and when did you get to this farm?”

Typical, Vy thought. Outwardly, she did her best to smile placatingly, shrugging her shoulders. “Good morning to you too, good sir. I’m Vy — consider me a passerby who came through a magic door and saw someone crying in their sleep and therefore couldn’t leave them alone,” she said, pointing at her own eyes past her glasses to gesture to her newly awake companion. The “magic door” part of her statement wasn’t a complete lie, but it was enough to wipe some of the apprehension off of his face. “I’ve had experience with waking up with tears in my eyes, see.”

“…Oh.” And as soon as he said it, the man raised one calloused hand to wipe at his face, the tattooed wristband on his knuckles shining a darker shade of black with the droplets sticking to his skin with the motion. “…Did I look that much like shit?”

“Not as bad as someone who’s had the life literally burned out of them, no.” Vy said immediately, the image of the many victims of Camelot Gawain's Excalibur Galatine coming to the forefront of her mind before she pushed the thought away. That sight was just plain disgusting. “It could’ve been worse.”

Now the man was looking at her with a completely new face. “Burned?”

She smiled and offered the bag of cookies in her arms to him instead. “Yep. I’ve seen worse than someone crying in their sleep, so you have nothing to worry about,” she answered in regards to his unspoken question, shaking her head. “Enough of debating the ‘worse’ in looks. Would you like some cookies? I have a bag right here for you.”

“…Cookies?” The man wasn’t staring daggers at her at least, but he still looked wary. “You made them?”

“With just peanut butter, eggs, and sugar, yes. They’re supposed to be ‘magic.’” Vy felt herself smile a bit wider once she could see the curiosity start to dawn on the man’s face. She offered the bag to him again, lopsided purple ribbon bow and all. “Don’t worry, I didn’t poison them and I taste-tested them beforehand. It just looked like you needed something sweet to work off the nightmare, sir.”

The man glanced at her, then at the bag in her hands, and back at her. “You… You don’t even know me,” he slowly choked out, a large drop of a tear forming in the corner of his visible eye as the blue of his iris widened to reflect her image. “You only just… you only just stumble on me, and you just—”

Vy wasn’t sure whether to smile or just wait. She decided to opt for both while adding in an extra shrug of her shoulders.

“I…” The man choked again, shaking his head while scrubbing at his face with his hand again. The tattoos — he had more on his other hand and even his neck — all of them looking like shackles to match his voice coming out vulnerable and raw-sounding once he said, “I hurt the woman I love. I hurt more than just her. I-I’m still scared I could hurt the family she gave me. So then, why would you—”

“What’s wrong,” Vy said quietly to cut off the self-deprecating rant, “with wanting to help someone, then?”

The man fell silent, the tear in his eye slowly growing big enough to streak his cheek as it then fell to the grass between them.

With a bit of mustered courage — from Mash, from Artoria, from Achilles, from Robin — Vy smiled a bit wider as she reached over with her left hand — glove, lotus-shaped Command Seals and all — to wipe at the man’s exposed cheek. “Hurt is just gonna happen, sir. That’s just how life is,” she said in a softer voice, ignoring the wetness starting to spread out against the fingertips of her glove as she rubbed his cheekbone as gently as she could. As Da Vinci might’ve done in her place, as the Eternal Genius. As Dr. Roman might’ve done in her place, as a medical professional — as a living human from King Solomon’s remains. “And even if I don’t know what happened to hurt you so much, what matters now is how you move forward in the face of all of it. And if you’re waking up like this, crying and worrying about how to treat the person you love even after you hurt her, I’d like to think you’re walking in the right direction.”

The man half-snorted, half-sniffled, but he didn’t slap her hand away. Instead, he weakly leaned into her palm, his other hand coming up to weakly grasp at the bag of cookies sitting between them. “…Huh.” A weak laugh leaves his lips, blue eyes teary still as he closed them for a shaky inhale of breath. “Guess I’m more fucked up than I thought, listening to a stranger and taking fucking peanut butter cookies from them.”

“I’m not a stranger when I previously said my name, sir, not to mention I offered the cookies in the first place,” Vy said plainly, but she still smiled at him. It was the least she could do. “And really — we’re all struggling in life. Might as well start somewhere. So.” She pushed the cookies into his shaking palm, forcing as much cheer into her voice as possible. “My name is Vy. What is yours, sir?”

The smile he gives her in that moment makes her think, Robin, again. Even with the ear piercings and the tattoos, his face looks bright for the first time ever in the sunlight peeking past the tree hanging over them and the farm sitting far away. “…Whitney. It’s… it’s Whitney.”

“Well then!” Vy hummed, making sure to pat his wet cheek a few more times for good measure before lowering her left hand to take his in a squeeze. “It’s nice to meet you, Whitney! Hurt and all! I have some time on my hands being a passerby, so why don’t we chat for a bit? Hopefully get the tears out of you too!”

Because when barely anyone outside of Mash and the Servants — Robin especially — reached out when she woke up crying, the least Vy could do was make sure no one else could have a repeat experience.

#mastersona vy #whitney the bully #gift things #writing #unedited #fate grand order #degrees of lewdity fanfic #no 18+ stuff here #just fluff #and comfort #long post #text post #from one artist to another #dol homestead au

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