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[rozugold]

‘nother one

[leonsliga]

Have you had your daily dose of Bambi and Benji yet? Well now you have 🤷‍♀️

[ifyourereadingthisblinktwice]

CRYING I JUST GOT INDIRECTLY TOLD IM SOMEONES FAVORITE PERSON

[kabuki-writes]

A Reflection Of Venus

chapter: 1 chapter 2 | 3 | 4

pairing: emperor geta/emperor caracalla x acacius' daughter!reader

summary: For years Acacius was able to keep his precious and only daughter away from the Emperor's eyes. But after his latest victory, he couldn't evade the already inevitable.

warning(s): mention of alcohol consumption | swearing | sexual implications | semi-edited | english is not my first language, faults may occur | please let me know if i missed anything

Note: Reader is the daughter of General Acacius and his wife, which is not Lucilla in this fanfiction.

word count: 3.1k

General Acacius was a hero for the Roman Empire, a sun that was burning brighter with every new victory he won in a new war campaign ordered by Emperor Geta and his twin brother Emperor Caracalla. The reign of the twins was nothing compared to one of their deceased father Emperor Septimius Severus, who was once one of the closest friends and brother-in-arms of Acatius. While Severus fought wars mainly to protect the borders of the already massive Empire, his sons' hunger for expansion became clear from the very first day they inherited the title "Emperor". And general Acacius became their tool in this project. Nothing was too expensive, they backed him with legions, war-ships, the best equipment and supply, and the capable general became an unstoppable force, a soldier of the God Mars himself. But at what cost?

As the years went on, he'd rarely been home, always travelling with his marching soldiers and being on the front line of every battle he fought. And when he came back, he felt sick from all the pomp and gold the Emperor's threw at him, the victory processions through Rome, while the smell of blood still lingered in his nose and the cries of the women and children echoed in his mind. It was one of those days. The sun stood high over the wide street that lead to the Palatin, the sides filled with the cheering crowd - common people, soldiers, slaves, senators, merchants, they all celebrated his victory in a triumphant procession. His marching soldiers were led by Acacius chariot, clothed in the white armor of a victor. His face could've been one to be carved in marble, stoic and upright, facing the great Palatin, where the Emperors would await him.

Geta and Caracalla - the twin-sons of Septimius Severus, Emperors of Rome. They stoof there in golden Armor like sun gods with their golden crowns on top of their short gingerblonde hair. Their unusual pale skin was a testament to their wealth as they could afford to stay out of the sun, which burns especially hot on summer days like this one, and of course on the battlefields in Africa, where Acatius' men had to fight against the rebellious Nubians. They awaited their victor with proud smiles on their lips, while Acacius' procession ended at the footsteps of the Emperor's palace. He walked the marble steps towards them, his long cloak moved in tact with his walk. He didn't look forward to see the faces of Rome's tyrants again, but they hadno idea.

Instead, he greeted them as he was used to. His hand on his chest, speaking the words.

"I greet you, my Emperors. Nubia is no more. I present a new victory to you, to the realm and to the Roman people."

With a proud look on their faces and a wide smile, the twins stepped forward. Emperor Geta hold the laurel wreath of victory in his hands and places it on top of Acacius' greying hair.

"And Rome rewards it's heroes with gratitude and admiration. We bow to your victories, General Acacius."

With those words, he offered him to turn around and face the celebrating crowd. Geta and Caracalla took their places at his side, giving him a moment of spotlight, applauded by the people, while they did benefit from it as well. Acatius was their general, their armored knight. Every victory he presented was another triumph for their own reign and power. After the earned celebration in front of the common folk, the Emperors and Acacius retreated inside, where servants quickly served them wine for a toast.

"Another great victory, you never disappoint us, dear Acatius," Geta expressed and hold his glass up for a toast, his brother Caracalla following the gesture. "To the glory of the Roman Empire".

"To the glory of your reign", Acacius lied and took a sip from his glass, trying to numb himself a bit with the taste of the alcohol. How he hated conversations with both of them.

" But don't get too comfy here, my brother and i were already discussing another campaign soon. You'll get everything you need, just tell us how many soldiers and ships and it will be granted," Geta explained, which left a bitter taste in Acacius mouth. His jaw clenched for a moment, while he tried everything not to show his distaste about another war campaign.

"Please forgive me, my Emperor, but isn't the realm big enough already? Rome has already difficulties to feed the people. Further expansion would-"

"They can eat war", Emperor Caracalla threw in with an almost diabotical grin, while Acacius got a warning eye from Geta. It was clear that his words weren't the ones both wanted to hear right now.

"Don't worry about things like that, Acacius. You're a military general, your job is to win battles - nothing more. Do you understand?"

"I understand," he answered, even though he hated to hear that he was reduced to this. He'd experienced war and peace alike and therefore he knew about the dangers of continuing this madness. Moments like this really let him question if those maniacs were of the same blood as Septimius Severus.

"But you're right, you've earned yourself at least a bit of rest - one or two weeks. Don't worry, we've taken care about the wellbeing of your family. They got everything they needed and more in our attempt to show our gratitude for your service to the throne. Speaking of which.... we expect you to join us for a great feast tonight - here in the palace. A party to celebrate your victory, it is accompanied by a couple of fights in the arena tomorrow," Geta explained joyfully, while Acatius tried to keep his mask up.

"I am incredibly honored, but would prefer to spend time with family after being away for such a long time."

"The Emperors show you their gratitude and you're insulting us. We expect you to come and you will come", Caracalla hissed with a sudden shift of tone, his eyes staring at Acacius in clear anger, while his brother placed his hand on his shoulder in an attempt to calm him down. But his staring eyes were warning Acatius once again.

"Of course, we don't just invite you, but your whole family. Bring your wife and... you have a daughter, if i'm not mistaken? We haven't had the pleasure of getting to know her yet, since you never brought her to any festivities. I am sure she will be delighted, if you don't plan on hiding her again."

Acacius stood there in silence, a reaction that made Caracalla burst out into laughter as if he'd just heard the funniest joke from his brother. The respected general didn't even look at him, why should he. Standing here in front of them should've been an honor, yet it felt like a disgrace. They were nothing but spoiled kids with the power of an empire in their hands. And now they even forced him to reveal his dear daughter to them. Something he tried to avoid for too long, knowing fully well about the debauchery and excessiveness of Geta and Caracalla.

"We're waiting for an answer, Acacius?", Caracalla purred with a wide grin on his pale face, revealing his gold tooth.

"It will be an honor to be your guest... together with my daughter."

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You watched the face of your father sunken away in his thoughts, as you made made your way to the palace in a palanquin carried by a couple of slaves and protected by soldiers. The city was painted in darkness which made the palace seem like a temple with all the lights that welcomed you. It was an exciting moment for an upper-class lady to be a guest at the palace, especially for you, a woman that usually stayed away from the most parties. Not because you wanted to, but because it was an order from your father. You obeyed, yet it bothered you, even more when you'd reached the age of a young woman - the age in which it was expected from you to find a proper husband.

"Why are you so worried, father?", you finally managed to get off your lips, pulling Acacius out of the battle he fought in his head. He couldn't just tell you that he despised all of this and especially the Emperors himself as he couldn't be sure if someone outside this palanquin could hear him. So he simply took your hand and placed a soft and caring kiss on the ring that had been a present for your last name day.

"I guess I'm rather tired than worried. The parties in the palace are always quite excessive, music, dances, feasts... i just came back from the desert and now i have to enjoy all those things", he sighed and looked at you. "And i don't want to stay too long, especially not till the orgy starts. The servants will come and bring us home before that." And even you knew he would rather go and murder Dyonisos himself than allowing his daughter to stay and witness this.

All those words and yet you knew it wasn't everything.

"I'm glad that you take me with you this time. I've only known the imperial palace from afar," you confessed, while you straightened the long, blue dress you wore. It was decorated with all sorts of silver embroidery and jewelry, encapturing the stars and moon. Your long hair was styled by your servant Yanna into a high braid and finalized with a silver diadem. For the first time you really got the chance to make yourself so presentable that you almost felt like a princess. In the end, you were about to meet the Emperors which made it important to look like the woman you were - the daughter of a general. And you also presented his household tonight, because your mother felt sick tonight. She often suffered from migraine, which kept her a prisoner for days sometimes.

"You really look beautiful", your father said to you, it was honest, but there was a hint of worry in his eyes, which you still couldn't grasp. But there was no chance to take this conversation further as the palanquin stopped. Acacius got out first to help you out. He knew the way as it wasn't the first time for him to attent an official ceremony or party here. Through a long corridor you reached a large room with with an open access to the garden terrace facing the beautiful gardens. It was packed with people from the Roman upper-class, wealthy merchants, politicians and military officers, who were accompanied by their wives, sons and daughters. While they chatted and feasted on the large selection of delicious looking food, a group of musicians played their melodies to which professional dancers moved their bodies.

All those private parties at the homes of your friends seemed to vanish straight from your mind, nothing could be compared to what you were seeing now. It nearly took your breath away, while two royals were watching you from the other side of the room.

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Geta and Caracalla were sitting on a higher ground, which was highly decorated with two golden chaise longues, cushions and velvet drapes. They were accompanied by a selected group of slaves, women and men, who were assigned to bring them anything they wanted, to do anything they wanted.

While Geta was in in a conversation with one of the senators, which clearly bored him according to his facial expressions, it was Caracalla, who noticed the new guest first, while he fed his little monkey Dondus a grape.

"Such a shame that he hid his daughter for so long. She is a gorgeous looking bird, don't you think? ", he whispered to his brother with a mischievous grin, patting his arm so that he would turn his attention to Acacius and you. Geta's eyes quickly went to you, admiring the way your dress hugged the shape of your curves.

"The gods must've sent us Venus herself to honor us with her presence," Geta answered, while an unreadable smile played on his lips. „No wonder our dear General is so protective of her. Is she already promised to someone?“

„Why do you ask me!?“ Caracalla snapped back, as if his brother didn’t know that he had a lot of spies around the city, who delivered him the newest gossip from the streets of Rome. With an annoyed eye roll, he leaned forward, adjusting the golden laurel wreath on his head. „No, she is a blank parchment. Probably untouched too.“

Geta still watched you with an intense interest as if you were a rare diamond, he needed to claim. But he was not the only one in this room, because Caracalla stared at his brother, noticing the way he looked at you. There it was again, the old melody. Whenever he wanted something, Geta wanted it too. They already shared the title of Emperors, their wealth, their whores… It was already something that cooked in him for a long time. But now he had an eye on you and wasn't happy about the fact that Geta might try to get you too.

Before he could even bring this thought to an end, his twin brother Geta already stood up from his chaise lounge and made his way through the crowd, the direction was clear. Caracalla's nose twitched in a mixture of nervousness and anger, and he got up quickly as well, not as gracefully as he wanted to, but he didn’t care. He had to tame the inner urge to backstab his brother before he could even reach you.

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You still stood at the side of your father sipping on your first goblet of fine wine, while your eyes went over all the different guests and the excessive decor. Your father was sunken in a conversation with another general, Marcus Galbanus, an old friend and brother-in-arms of Acacius. But their conversation quickly stopped as soon as the Emperors approached them. Both your father and Marcus Galbanus lowered their heads and greeted them according to the etiquette, while you curtsied deep. This was the very first time you got the chance to meet the Emperor's of Rome Caracalla and Geta. And given the importance of those two figures, you even felt a little nervous.

"We almost feared you wouldn't show up to your own party, Acacius. But we're happy you made your way here... we already heard that your dear wife lays sick. Please, send her our best wishes. Nonetheless we would be delighted if you could introduce us to your company tonight", Geta demanded in a playful tone, knowing how much Acacius had tried to delay this. Caracalla stood at his side, his staring blue eyes drilled themselves into your appearence. Even though he was a man that had tasted a lot of men and women, one even more sensual than the other, your whole appearence, your face, your lips, your smile, everything - you reached a sentience in his mind that could only be gifted by the gods. The mere thought of having you infected his brain like a curse.

You could sense the tension that raised in your father as if everything in him resisted the situation. Yet he placed his hand softly on your shoulder and did as they wished. "This is my daughter, y/n..."

"I'm honoured to meet the Emperors of Rome", you said in a soft voice, earning you an appreciating smile by Geta and an unreadable grin of Caracalla.

"Oh the pleasure is on our side, my dearest. How do you like this Ceremony in honor of your father's victories?", Geta asked. But before you could even answer, his brother added, while he took another sip of his wine "Your father is a Roman hero through and through, isn't it right Acacius?" His tone had something else in it, almost as if it was some kind of mistrust. But you needed to ignore the irritation you felt and simply nodded.

"It is breathtaking. I've never witnessed something like this and it makes me incredible proud to see the gratitute he earned himself through the love he has for Rome and its people," you answered, trying to remind the Emperor's of Acacius loyality, which was undoubtful.

"Then you'll enjoy the ceremony in the arena tomorrow as well, i'm sure. Please, we invite your father and you to be our guests."

"I don't think that such entertainment is suited for a young woman of her status," your father suddenly interfered in a calm yet set tone, only earning the laugh of Caracalla. "Let your daughter decide for herself, General."

The atmosphere shifted to an unspoken intensity. You could sense your father's worries and given all what you've heard from the colosseum, you didn't really think of it as something worth to witness. Seeing people die in such a terrible way only for the pleasures of the masses seemed like a farce. Acacius always called it the most needless form of brutality amongst humans, he despised this himself and therefore avoided going into the arena whenever he could. But you also read the eyes of Geta and his brother, who waited for your answer and would not accept a simple 'No'.

"It would be an honour," you answered, and Geta leaned forward a bit, which made your father's jaw clench in anger. Not because of your answer, he was aware that a choice was not existing, when facing an Emperor, but because the way the twins looked at you as if you were a price they could simply claim. But you were a smart girl and definitely not naive, so he fully relied on that.

"So this is a 'Yes'?", Geta asked again and you looked him straight in the eyes, not backing off. "Yes."

"Excellent!", Caracalla shouted and clapped into his hands. "We'll have a lot of fun tomorrow."

The corners of Geta's mouth twitched to a smile and he nodded in response to his twin. Yet he hid his displeasure of having him as a rival in this little game. It was clear that Caracalla had layed his eyes on you too, but he won't allow him to simply take and fuck you like you were a common whore. Maybe you could've potential for something more and strenghten his position as well as his popularity. Because both Emperors were still unmarried - and it was expected from them that this would change sooner or later.

[mamabearneeds-her-dietcoke]

Pictures- Daryl Dixon

summary- Slowing taking down built walls

i didn't proofread this so excuse any spelling mistakes

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When Rick's group first arrived at Alexanderia you were delighted. You were do excited to meet new people, and of course keeping your distance but overall being nice and helping out.

After a couple months of them being there they finally started to warm up to everyone. You had made friends with Michonne and Rick, along with Carl. Sometimes You'd have them over for dinner or offer to watch Judith.

You did however, have your eyes on one special person. You worked in the infirmary here and there and when you did see him it was Carol forcing him to have someone treat his infected cuts. He never said anything to you, just glaring at Carol as she shoves him in the door. It startled you the first time, and when you turned around he stoof there looking at you before lifting his shirt and showing the injury.

nothing needed to be said, you just nodded your head and gestured to the bed as you grabbed supplies and cleaned him up. You mumbled a finished as you threw bloodied tissue and such away and he left.

Even though you worked a bit in the infirmary you also went out on runs quite often and had a good say in how things rolled. Whether the runs were longer or shorter, whenever you returned you always saw him near the gates. You wanted to believe he was making sure you were there but you were never sure.

One day, a couple months after Rick's group joined Alexandria, you opened your door to see daryl holding a small box. "Here. Collected these fer ya. ya don' gotta wear em'." He hands you the box and it's filled with jewelrys and small little knickknacks. "Thank you Daryl." You smile and whether or not he'd admit it, there was a small smirk on his face as he walked away.

You took the box to your dining room table and sorted through it. There were all kinds of necklaces and rings. You could tell they've been cleaned and fixed up. You put on some of the bracelets and necklaces, along with a couple of the rings. There's small little animal figurines, and you put those on your window sill above your sink.

Often times you'd find Daryl sitting on your porch, cleaning his crossbow or fiddling with whatever he managed to find on his runs. You'd bring him a glass of water or lemonade, sometimes a plate of whatever you were cooking. Sometimes You'd ask if he'd try a new recipe, other times the two of you would just sit there in comfortable silence.

It's around 6pm, You walk out to give Daryl his glass of lemonade and you start to walk to your chair on the porch when you feel him grab your hand stopping you. "Sit wit' me." Surprised but not upset you turn back and sit next to him. "Why are ya so nice to me?" He asks. "Why not?" You reply. "Others just look at me weird and keep their distance, You smile at me and invite me in. Whatsup with tha'?" He asks. "Because Daryl. People tend to judge all books by their covers. I like to read the book before I say anything. I know you won't hurt me or be a creep. I trust you." You smile softly at him again, and for a brief moment you could see a small part of his eyes soften.

"You trust me?" He asks, his voice a tone softer then usual. "With my life." Your smile stays unbroken and this was the moment you see him smile, fully smile. "Yer stupid." He chuckles softly and shakes his head looking out in front of him.

"Maybe. But it pays off in this case." You laugh and look to him, taking in all his features. "I'll be right back." You smile to yourself and run inside to grab the Instax camera you found on a run.

You rush back out and sit next to him, putting yourself as close as you can be. You wrap your arm aroun him and hd the camera up. "Smile!" You click the button and the flash goes. You move your arm and pull the picture out, waving it hoping it develops quicker.

"Look." You show him the picture, its you smiling at the camera and him smiling at you. "Ma turn." He takes the camera from you, doing the same as you, putting his arm around you and holding the camera up.

When the picture prints he grabs it and waves it. "Look at us." You smile. "Let me get on of you." You take the camera and point it at him. "Smilee." You say. "don' know how ta smile fer pictures." He says. "Imagine Glenn falling down the stairs." You suggest. He smiles, not at what you suggested, but at you trying to make him smile. You take a picture and grab it.

You smile at the picture you took of him, and you look to him still smiling as he calls your name. Theres a flash, followed by "Daryl!"

"What?" He says. "I could've looked bad and im that I wasn't ready!" You say. "Ya never look bad." He waves the picture in his hand. "You think?" You ask. "If anything I'm the one who looks bad." He looks at he picture in his hands. "See?" He hands you the picture. "Ok I guess its not that bad." You give it back. "Here I'll keep the one of you and the one you took, and you keep the one of me and the one i took." You hand him the other picture.

He puts them in a pocket of his vest. You look at him, his eyes eventually meeting yours, and you can't look away, you see him lean in, a look crossing his face asking for permission. You lean in further connecting your lips with his. "Mind if i spend the night?" He asks. "Not at all." You smile as he kisses you again, moving his arms around you, the same arms that'll be holding you as you drift off to sleep.

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[angelsdevils]

Debt of the Heart

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The dimly lit basement of the club reeked of oil, blood and fear. Ran leaned againt a table covered with the different tools—a hammer, pliers, and other implements designed for pain-casually rolling his sleeves up as ifhe was preparing for a mundane task. 

Rindou and Sanz stoof a few feet away, leaning on the wall questioning the man who was harrassing you and your friends in their club. But worst then that, Kakucho was able to see that this man was also working with one of their enemies, one that they been trying to eliminate for a while but can’t quite find where he is. 

“You know your boss has been a thorn in our side, I suggest you start talking,” Sanzu said, trailing his knife along the man’s face. 

“I won’t tell you anything,” you will have to kill me.”

“I will give you credit, you have guts. Flirting with my wife, coming into my club trying to scout us out. Too bad you won’t have them for long, if you don’t talk,” Ran said, pushing off the tbale and walkd over, calm and delberate. He crouched to meet the man’s eyes, his tone as smooth as velvet. “See here i the thing, I don’t like wasting my time. My girl is at home, alone and drunk. I should be doting on her, and trying to get her to fall in love with me, but I am here… with you. My patience has a limit, and you are walking on a very thin line.” 

The man’s lips quivered as he stammered, “I-I don’t know anything, I am just someone that works under him. We haven’t even seen his face.” 

“Not enough,” Ran interrupted, hsi voice cutting like blade. “You were harrassing the girls at the bar, and you wear the tattoo mark of Black Requiem. Talk—” 

Rindou stepped forward from the wall. “If you don’t start talking, you’re going ot wish we’d left you with Sanzu instead.” 

“It was—It was Karasu’s crew, he paid Blck Requiem a hefty amoun to capture her, since she would sell for a hihg price — he told me to keep you busy here while they took her.” 

“What? So you attempt wasn’ to get her drunk at the bar without us around? Who is—” He was cut off whn his phone rang. He stepped back and answered.

“Hello?”

“Ran, it’s me Kakucho the situation is bad… I was looking at your cameras outside the house just and she was ambushed. About five men entered the house.”

Ran’s blood ran cold as he hung up with Kakucho, Sanzu looked up.

“What’s wrong.” 

“Rindou, we’re done here. We need to go.”

“They are at the house right now. We need to save her.” 

Rindou and Sanzu narrowed their eyes and Sanzu wanting to help, grabbed his gun instead and shot the guy in the head. 

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Ran swung the door open rushing into the house, but the place was in shambles. What’s worse, blood… everywhere. Him, Sanzu and Rindou grabbed their guns and walked further in. In the living room, he saw you covered in blood. The night gown that was once white was now stained red. He ran to you.

“(Y/N)!” He turned you around and the look in your eyes, haunted him.

“Ran…” You slowly met his eyes, and he noticed you were covered in blood. A lot of it. From head to toe.

“Are you hurt?” 

“Ran, I don’t think that’s her blood.” Sanzu said, and Ran was conflicted not sure if he believed it but Rindou turned his brother’s head to look at the pileof dead bodies. 

There had to be at least 10 grown as men.

More had abushed you after the first five you killed. 

“Fuck…” 

“Go clean her up, we will handle this,” Rindou said. 

Ran nodded and took her to the bedroom’s bathroom and ran a hot bath with bubbles and oils. You were still completely out of it. 

Ran called all of Bonten because they were gonna need help. 

“Rindou, I never thought I would say this. But your sister in law is terrifying,” Kokonoi said, as he looked around it looked like a slaughter house.

“Yeah, I don’t think any of knew she was capable of something like his, but I am damn proud of her.” 

Ran slowly stripped you out of your stained gown, when you finally came back to reality. 

“Ran… I-I…I ki—”

“Shh, it’s okay, it was good you stood your ground. It was necessary,” he said soothingly. Helped you in the bath, washing the blood off of your skin, gently.

“ But I killed t-ten men… what will happen when the cops find out?” You said, tears in your eyes, letting him clean you up.

“Don’t worry about that, cops aren’t getting involved, if they do, I will take the fall. But they won’t bonten will handle everything, don’t worry. Nothing will happen, you had too or else you would have met a much worse fate.” 

“I would have?” You asked, your voice cracking and he nodded his head. 

“If they had captured you. they planned to sell you… its good you were able to defend yoursef.” 

You slowly nodded, as he drained the water before running the shower, to help get he rest of hte blood off of you. Once you were clean, he ran another bath for you to relax.

“I will go down stairs to help them clean up, you try and relax. I will be back.” 

You nodded and he left the bathroom. He ran his hand through his purple hair as he descendded down the stairs. The cleanup was mostly done, the bodies gone. 

“How is he?” Kakucho asked, worried about you. 

“She is out of it, as expected.”

“Ran, don’t bother coming to work the next few days or weeks however long it takes for her to accept it.” Manjiro said, his voicce void and empty. 

“Never leave her side, if you have to have someone from our group to be her body guard…” 

Ran nodded, understanding. They finished cleaning up after a few hours with Ran checking on you. He helped you out of the bath in a pair of sweats and a hoodie. He crawled in bed with you, pulling you into his arms. He kissed the top of your head. You clung to him, occasionally crying. But he was there. 

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[dolcezzatoru]

𝐨𝐡 𝐭𝐨𝐣𝐢, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞!

toji fushiguro x fem!reader

wc: 1.7k

warnings: alcohol, mentions of prev breakup, both of you are mutually toxic lol.

a/n: hey mickey by baby tate. erm. this ! makes me think of toji. anyways haha heyyy

stability isn’t something everyone craves in a relationship.

your last relationship left you with a sour taste in your mouth–and a strong disgust for men in general–and you made the mistake of going out on a girls’ night to keep your head above water.

while two of your friends went to the bathroom, one grinded on a random man she met earlier, leaving you swirling the empty drink in your hand and looking around for any way out. you motioned towards your friend, who wasn’t paying attention, that you’re getting another drink and decided to forget it and walk away as her dance partner’s hands travel all over. 

the man sitting at the bar made way as you pushed your way to the counter, but it didn’t stop another patron from knocking you into him.

first, you felt his muscles cushion the impact, and then you saw his face. collecting yourself, you stoof up and noticed his hardened, rough, yet oh-so-pretty face. he looked like a stray biker thug sitting in a small stool at the bar, and you were almost positive he was going to clock you for falling onto him.

“easy there, doll,” he said.

almost in a mocking tone, you realized, but his voice dripped with sweetness, and the scar on his mouth danced as his lips curled into a snarky smile.

he looked back at his drink, which had spilt all over him and the bar when you collided with him.

“ah, i’m so sorry,” you started, “someone bumped me-”

the bartender finally came over, interrupting you and yelling at you to order while you fumble getting your card out to start your tab.

“and what do you want,” you turn back towards the man on your right.

he cracks another smirk, quickly looking you up and down, before facing the bartender.

“i’ll take an old fashioned,”

you bit your tongue at the choice of his drink, but instead honed in on his zero-hesitation answer into letting you buy him one in the first place.

a seat clears next to him, and you shuffle into the seat as you wait for your drink.

“thanks for the drink, sweetheart,” he yells above the crowd in your ear, getting uncomfortably close to your neck as the hair on the back of it stands on end.

“hey, don’t mention it,” you shout back, “as an apology for falling on you,”

“ah, well if that’s all it took, i would’ve at least caught you”

you lean away, studying his face as you try to get a read on him. he looks at you with a smirk, almost an expectant look adorning his features as he plays with the empty glass in his hand.

something about him was sleazy–you knew that for sure. you were more-so reasoning if you cared enough to stop entertaining it.

you didn’t. 

the bartender handed you your drink as you shot a look back at your friends, who were doing their own thing with nameless people on the floor.

“i should’ve fallen into your lap sooner then,” you laugh.

he sizes you up with his look, letting the scar on his face snake as he curls his pretty lips one more time. and you can’t help but stare, and he knows it. as he moved to sit back, you noticed a cluster of hickeys pepper his nape and shoulders, peeking out from his ill-fitting sweater.

this was a little too easy.

he introduces himself as toji, just a man on business in town for the weekend. but he visited frequently, knew his favorite spots, and had a few people in the area that made visiting worth his time.

the two of you went through the usual pleasantries of introducing yourself, getting to know one another, but there was a strange feeling in the air. it’s almost like you knew that the other wasn’t really listening or cared.

you’re pretty sure he already forgot your name. and still you couldn’t care less. you didn’t care if everything he was telling you was just a big lie to get in your pants. it was working, after all, and you’d hoped he felt the same.

he seemed like he was slowly moving closer to you, and your suspicion was correct when his large hand found a place on your thigh, seemingly taking all of it in his hand and gently stroking up and down while he listened to you talk. 

toji heard it all, but listening was a stretch.

he was watching your face as you spoke about something or other…work, maybe? or were you still in college? the way your mouth hung onto every word, how it slowly let your drink coat your mouth, and how you pressed your lips together when you were trying to hear better; it was the only thing he was really paying attention to. 

toji could only think about how your body looked under your clothes, how your ass would feel being kneaded by his calloused hands… or maybe how low he could push your lower back down to take him deeper.

not saying your mind didn’t wander as well. the thick hand on your thigh was making your mind hazy.

you’d sworn off men for a bit after your messy breakup, but as the night went on, you modified it a bit. maybe you’d sworn off good men. men with potential.

toji’s appearance in your life would be fleeting. 

you told your girlfriends you had to go as you closed out your tab and followed toji back to his hotel.

his hands traveled all over your body–in the cab home, in the elevator up to his room. he wasn’t shy about being needy. the door was barely closed before he was making quick work of undressing you, marking your neck with love bites and smiling into you as he spoke sweet nothings to you.

toji pushed you towards the bed, climbing on top of you as he trailed his love bites down your body. just when you thought he was going to eat you out, he’s grabbing your waist to pull you up.

“on all fours,” 

his sudden dominating nature made you weaker than you’d care to admit, and you pathetically clenched your legs together as you listened and repositioned while you heard his belt undo behind you.

“god, wet like this already?” he teased, “must be my lucky day,”

“oh shut up and do something already,”

he quickly spanks your ass, cutting off your complaint with a wince.

“hey now, i’m callin’ the shots tonight, dollface,”

we’re swearing off good men. maybe we put up with this for one night.

one night turned into two, then three, then anywhere you could, any time you could.

he was a great distraction from it all. you’d find yourself writing every other man off any time he was in town just to hook up. how could you look in the direction of anyone else when you were at the beck and call of this man? 

he just had the perfect personality to waste your time. and you’d accept it with open arms.

toji fucked you like he loved you. or maybe like he hated you, you were still deciding.

on all fours, he traced your spine gently before pushing down on your back, making you collapse onto your forearms as your back arches deeply.

“that’s more like it,” he purrs, palming your ass in one hand and using the other to line himself up with your cunt.

you let out a wanton moan as he slams into you, not giving you any time to prepare to take all of him at once. he was thick, and set a tough pace as he let a mix of praises and grunts fall out of his mouth.

“fuck, you feel so good, baby,”

“this little pussy’s all mine, huh?”

“you’re being so perfect for me, doll”

your mind grows a little bit hazy as you feel every inch of him piston in and out of you, the heat building in you as toji picks up the pace. 

he grabs your forearms and pins them behind you, letting your face fall to the mattress as one hand keeps your wrists fastened together on your lower back. 

your eyes were rolling around as you softly closed your eyes, letting pure ecstasy take over as you threw out all dignity and pathetically moaned while approaching your climax.

“i’m–i’m g-gonna…” you stutter out.

toji pulls you up by your wrists, letting you arch against his chest as he continues to fuck you from behind.

“gonnaaaaaa….gonna what, sweetheart? can you speak up for me?” he teased between thrusts.

you barely have the coherency to fire back a remark at him, all you could focus on was the adrenaline rushing through you as you went barreling towards the edge.

“gonna c-cum, toji,” 

keeping up his rhythm, he whispers coyly in your ear, “wanna beg for me? y’know you wanna, right?” 

he was being an asshole. but you listened, for some fucking reason. it was second nature to you, suddenly.

“please, please please, lemme c-cum, please?”

“see? there ya go!” 

he thrusted a little bit deeper, a little bit quicker, palming one of your tits in one hand while gently nipping at your neck, holding you against him. your entire body shook into him as you both reached your climaxes, feeling him cum inside you. 

toji gave one more final thrust into you, turning his nibbles into gentle kisses as he whispered more into your ear.

“god, you feel so fuckin’ good, baby,”

seeing stars, the afterglow had you thinking about your future with this man. after spending hours together, he probably couldn’t name one thing about you. who knows if he even heard you introduce yourself. 

none of that seemed to matter though, as you fantasized about being his sweet little housewife. maybe you’d marry him today, maybe you’d never see him again. something was telling you to settle into this though, and get a little comfortable with being his little distraction every now and then. 

what a waste of time. what a perfect little waste of time.

[ancha-aus]

Gifted Drabble - NewAgeAU - Required Feelings

Hey @spotaus !! As promised! A little thingie :3 As always. No worries about it being canon canon or not hahah. the end choice is up to you ;)

So Spot and I were talking about Killer and his story and it got me thinking about something we already established would happen and happened.

Mostly Killer's interest in Ccino. Because with everything going on with Killer? That makes that so much more interesting. Especially because Killer is still figuring out who he is after everything and Ccino is pretty much a social chameleon.

You guys ready? So here are some drabbles on pretty much a normal average day for Killer since coming to the castle!

Warnings: unhealthy relationships. slight sexual harrassment (not by the guys in focus but done by a background character.)

Also this got a... bit longer than planned... woops. i schemed too hard.

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The last two months had been... strange.

Don't misunderstand. the training? brutal. But so good.

Killer never knew that it could be... fun to move and exercise.

He is so used to only running when he is running from the guards. He is so used to fighting only being adrenaline filled movements to keep the guards back so his best friend- ... so Chara could escape.

He is used to having to tug himself in tight places to hide. places that are uncomfortable.

Training with Nightmare is strange and difficult but fun.

The first time they sparred though?

Well... Killer is never afraid obviously. Chara said that being afraid is useless. But as Killer had stoof ready Nightmare had stopped. Tilted his skull at him and shaking his skull.

Killer had been terrified he had failed. Was his stance wrong? Was he not in the right defences postion? what did he do wrong? Please... He can do better.

Nightmar ehad walked over to him and looked at him calmly before saying that he wouldn't hurt him.

Killer had been frozen in place. because he knew that of course. Killer knows there is no use to training by hurting him. He learned that. Nightmare forced him to stop trianing and taking breaks at the start when he noticed that Killer was pushing himself to far. another difference from chara...

Nightmare had pretty much told him that his body didn't seem to agree with Killer. so that they would go back to Killer attacking him and Nightmare just blocking.

They haven't tried to spar yet since.

Killer sighs as he just wanders the halls. It is his thing at the moment.

When he isn't training, eating or sleeping. He likes to wander the grounds and area. explore a bit. Lay in the grass nad think about Ccino.

Sigh...

Ccino...

Killer is still unsure what to do with these... things he feels. He knows what this is of course. A stupid childish crush. Chara told him about them before. That people get stupid when they have tiny crushes. Especially when it is on someone that is way out of their league.

Killer had nobbed because it made sense. Chara would never have someone being out of their league. More that Chara was out of the league the other person was in.

So here he is... having a little crush on someone who is unobtainable.

Which Killer had known since the start so why did his stupid soul decide on this?

But... at the same time...

Killer looks outside as his mind wanders... His soul shifitng from the target to the more normal soul shape. Could you blame him? Ccino is... Ccino. He is so smart and everywhere and always so controlled and just always knows what to do and who is who...

Killer watches the forest in the distance and sighs wishfully... It would be easy.. especially now that he has a bit of gold... Tehy could get on one of the few horses together. and just ride off into the forest. They would keep going until they found a city where they could hide... Ccino and him. Just them...

He leans against the stone and smiles. Killer could show Ccino everything he knows from living in the city. How to get food where and how to dodge people. Ccino would be there for him. Help him and be nice and just... be there.

"Hello Killer."

Killer shotos upright and turns quickly. Only to come face to face with Ccino. Well not face to face as Ccino is a bit shorter but it is close.

Killer feels his body warm up slightly as he coughs to clear his throat of nothing but stupid nerves "Ccino! I didn't hear you." he grins "You sure you aren't a trained spy or guard yourself?"

Ccino tilts his skull and looks slightly amused "Very sure. I think i would notice the training for one." He looks around and looks through the window for a moment "I saw that you were just standing here and was wondering if something was wrong." and Ccino waits.

Oh gods what does he say? that he was just staring outside and thinking about the future they could ahve if they just made a break for it? that is not going to fly. oh fuck why are his hands sweaty.

Killer shrugs as he grins "Me thinking? You should know by now that i never think!" oh please just end him. what is he doing?!

Ccino frowns slightly before shaking his skull. Killer would feel bad about it but he has a tiny smile! That is something! that is something amazing!

Ccino looks back at him and frowns "Are you okay?"

Killer jsut... blinks at him... him... okay? of course he is okay? "Why wouldn't i be okay?"

Ccino keeps frowing as he just looks at him "Because your soul is a little... woobly... I was wondering if you are okay." he looks a lot stricter "If you aren't okay or feeling alright you need to tell us."

Killer however is... well he isn't NOT listening because how can he not listen to him? But Killer is sligthly panicking. of course his soul is woobly. Because his stupid soul is feeling stupid feelings about Ccino which just get worse when Ccino is here and what does he even say?! Wait! distract and redirect! Easy!

killer grins "Checking out my soul? You should take me on a date first."

WRONG DIRECTION! DIFFERENT DIRECTION! DON'T REDIRECT INTO THAT DIRECTION!

Ccino doesn't even blink at his very poor attempt at a flirt "Killer. I am being serious. Are you feeling okay? If you are sick you need to take time to rest and heal before anything else."

Killer snorts nad shrugs "Euh. I would be fine anyway. The king would probably hate me skipping training for something as stupid as me not feeling okay."

Ccino frowns at him "Killer... I know for sure that our king would much prefer you taking your time to heal and feel okay over you hurting yourself or getting sicker by pushing yourself too far."

Killer snorts as he mutters wiht a shrug "You jsut think that because you have priveledges..." which Killer immediantly regrets. it sounded like an insult or rude or whatever it is called.

Ccino shakes his skull as he mutters "No it is..." he sighs as he rubs his skull for a moment before focussing on him again. "Killer. I can assure you. I swear and promise. our king would not react poorly to hearing you are not feeling well." and he gives him this tiny tiny smile.

Killer feels weird and he has so many impulses and thoughts he doens't even know what to do at the moment. his body is unsure and killer jsut stays put as he looks to the side wiht a shrug.

Ccino watches him for a moment but doesn't push further. Instead he just nods as if Killer made any type of sense as he looks down the hall "Were you going to get dinner? it is about time for it."

Killer takes the out wiht both hands as he answers "I was going into that direction." and if he wasn't before he is now!

Ccino nods "Then we can walk together." he starts to turn and looks at him.

Killer feels his hadns get sweaty again. the impulse to hold the other. to just wrap his arms around the other and never let go. The need to pull him back and away. The other need to just sit with him and stare.

He can not be near him now. Ccino is offlimits and Killer is a mess.

Killer finds his voice "You know... now that i think about it... dinner? yeah... i dunno. Not exactly hungry... maybe you have apoint about me not feeling well. I am going back to my room and rest."

Ccino frowns at him but once again nods "okay. If you still feel ill tomorrow just tell one of the maids okay? Take it easy and try to get some sleep." and ccino walks away. towards the area to get food.

Killer rushes back to his room and falls on the bed. He groans long and loud. Why is he like this? why is this so hard and weird and strange?

Why does he never want it to stop.

Even so Killer jsut lays in the bed. feeling his soul slowly calm down from the racing pace it had been going. slowly it calms a calm pace and Killer thinks he slept for a bit.

Killer wakes up of course. He is hungry.

Ugh. this is what he gets for lying and skipping dinner.

Killer groans as he sits upright... he hopes there is some stuff still in the kitchen for him to raid and-

something in here smells delicious?!

Killer looks around and finds a plate of food on his nightstand. It is mashed potatoes with some greenery in it... hotchpotch? with something that looks like a large meatball and there is a tiny note.

Killer takes the note and reads it. It is ccino. telling him to take it easy and that he left him a meal for when he feels hungry.

Killer takes the plate. and while the food isn't hot anymore it is still warm. He takes a careful bite. but instead of chewing or swallowing he just waits and feels.

He enver realy had meals with intent before. Killer was never in a position to get those. And most restaurants places he took food from hadn't had a chef that cared enough to put intent in.

THe cooks here put a lot of intent in the food. Of nourishment mostly. the want that they feel good.

Killer didn't feel it right away so he doesn't think the normal cook made it. especially because it was chicken planned for dinner today.

He feels it.

It is weak and so light but it is there. Care. soft care from a magic that killer hadn't felt fully before. But the same care he could see shinign through Ccino's eye lights.

It feels like the magic... holds him. but not like guards grabbed him before. but softer and gentle and if he can break.

Killer only finishes his bite onces he absorbed every last bit the intent. He looks down adn ignores the fact that the goop from his sockets are dripping. that the goop is way more watery than normal.

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There are a lot of cats out in the castle.

Killer at first hadn't understood why.

Killer knew the church for nim used the animals as sacrifices. That he had...

Killer however also knew that Nightmare is very against sacrifices. If he learned anything in his four months here it was that. Nightmare hates everything that relates him back to his mother.

The news that nim and ngihtamre had been related... well... Killer will admit he had been looking back on those old fantasies or running away wiht a certain someone much more seriously.

But nightmare hated the old ways. He looked at them with disgust each time they were brought up and tried to make sure no situation happened where they woudl be needed. Killer is unsure what nightmare will do once something needs to happen that require those very things.

Maybe Nightmare will just keep refusing to do it. He seems to be very set on doing that.

Either way.

Cats.

So many of them.

Killer right now stands in a hallway. staring at a very sassy little grey with brown spots creature. The cat looks completely unimpressed with Killer.

Killer... hadn't tried to pet the cats yet. He had been... unsure...

Killer knows what he did. What he has done to these very creatures. The pain he caused their brothers and sisters before. Killer had the feelign the cats knew too. That they knew he was a terrible person who hurt those like them before.

Killer still really wants to go that direciton though... He has training with nightmare and nightmare and him had finally moved unto to sparing and Killer found it fun. He wanted to get all the time to spar that he could.

Killer stares down at the tiny creature "come on bud... I really need to go that direction."

The little grey and brown spotted cat looks unimpressed at him before rolling unto his back. showing that forbidden tummy.

Killer may never have petted a cat but he knows that is a trap. Killer shakes his skull "Can't do buddy... I know you will attack me."

The cat just does a slow blink at Killer. The picture of perfect innocence as he lays there. His eyes seeming to say 'why won't you pet me? aren't i cute? and don't i look soft?'

Killer slowly crouches down near the cat "I mean it bud. I need to go the direction you are blocking. Can you please move?" his hands slowly nears the cat. his hand is shaking lightly.

The cat makes that little mrp noise as he nuzzles the floor. wiggling in place.

Killer ligthly touches the cats side-

and the cat snaps to grab his hand with his little claws and bites it.

Killer yelps "ow! Hey! No fair!" the cat already let go and stands at the end of the hall. Looking very proud of himself before throtting off.

Killer glares as he jumps up "hey no wait!" he knows the library is there and Killer doesn't want the cat to start clawing stuf in there. the library is nightmare's pride and joy! he rushes after the cat "Hey! come back here!"

It takes amoment but he finds the cat and grins "There you are Bite!"

and amused voice "Bite?"

Killer turns around and Ccino is right by his side. Looking intrigued as he looks between Killer and the cat he had finally managed the corner.

Killer blinks and searches for the words "Yeah... Bite.. because he bites."

Ccino hums as he looks at the cat. He easily walks by Killer's side and killer tries not to shiver when their sides brush adn touch. Ccino crouches down and lets the cat sniff his hand for a moment. Ccino titls his skull as Bite just starts headbutting his hand and arm.

Waht a traitor.

Ccino chuckles as he picks Bite up and Bite purrs loudly and Killer swears the cat is staring at him smuggly

Ccino hums as he pets the cats "Sorry she bit you. cats need to learn not to see hands as toys. I think she thought you were trying to play with her."

Killer blinks "Her?"

Ccino nods "Yeah. Bite is a girl."

Oh gods please don't tell Killer that he officially named one of the cats and the name is BITE.

Killer rubs his hand "You sure it was just playing?"

Ccino nods "should be... did she do damage?" he frowns slightly.

Killer blinks and checks himself. No. no damage. huh. he shakes his skull "Nah. she didn't do damage... aside from emotional damage that is."

Ccino snorts and nods "Tehy are good at that. Well. I will take this little trouble maker in that case. You good luck at your training. Take the path behind the armour stand. It will take you right to the triaing area and you wn't be ridiculous late." and ccino opens his arms to let Bite jump out.

Killer shakes his skull "wait i euh... how come all the cats like you so much? are they yours?" he does remember the direction for later.

Ccino tilts his skull "They aren't mine. tehy are all strays... i guess they just like this place and see it as safe." a bit of a guilty smile "I do feed them however... which isn't helping the cat situation."

Killer snorts "must take a lot of money to pay for." maybe he can help a bit? share the costs?

Ccino shakes his skull wiht a smile "doesn't cost me anything. Ngihtmare just makes sure there are supplies for them in the castle." at the shocked look ccino smiles a bit softer "He knows I like them. So our king makes sure that they cna stay." he pets the feline by his feet "And what can i say? they are amazing pest control."

Killer laughs and nods "I can imagine. So how did you get them all to like you cat whisperer?"

Ccino looks amused but must be in a good mood as he decides to share his wisdom "Getting a cat to like you is easy. You just need to respect their boundaries and learn their language."

Killer fucking knew it! Killer grins "You can talk to them?"

Ccino blinks and looks a bit sheepish "oh no i can't. I meant... their body language. Cats communicate a lot with body language. Learn to read that a bit and you will know what a cat is annoyed or wants to be left alone. Then you respect their limits. if you are calm a cat is more likely to like you. and if you let a cat leave when it wants to they are more likely to return to you."

Killer gives a slow nod. huh..

Ccino nods "Etiher way. you got training that started like five minutes ago. Use the pathway i pointed out. See you around Killer." and he turns and leaves.

He turns the corner and Killer rushes after him to say thank you but- he is gone... Ccino must have used one of those pathways that the servants all use.

Bite is still by his side. she is looking at him with the most unimpressed look that Killer has ever seen on a cat.

Killer huffs and crosses his arms "What? it isn't like you would know how to trat a crush."

Bite clearly disagrees as she licks her paw before rubbing herself against his leg before throtting off. Looking confident and happy.

Killer sighs before jumping. shit his training! He rushes towards the armour stands and finds the servants path easily enough as he rushes towards the training room.

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Killer is not sure if he even wants to be here.

Here, being, this stupid council get together thing.

Killer isn't even sure what it was. Just that there are a bunch of council members and old nobels. Something soemthing about it still being from Nim's time or something and Nightmare needing to deal with it.

Nightmare had asked if Killer had wanted to be there. Get a better feel for what normal guard duty was. So he could better understand why his duty was so much different.

Killer figured that it would be helpful. He had been here for six months now. a full half year. and while his training to be a Knight was progressing nicely he didn't know why it was special.

Nightmare had asked if he wanted to rotate with the guard for a while. to better understand their positions and jobs so he could see why his was different?

Killer had agreed.

and it was so different. His private room for one. but also the special training. the fact tha tnightmare would speka to him one on one and ask for his opinions and thoughts.

Being a knight... being a knigh was kinda like beign a personal guard and advisor in one go. It was a honour. and Killer jsut kinda.. stumbled into it.

Killer hadn't even been seriously concidering the job for the first three months he had been here! But then he got curious and figured he could stay and watcha bit longer. just a tiny bit couldn't hurt.

ccino walks by his row of guards and each guard quickly grabs some of the tiny snacks he offers. Ccino stops by a guard that doesn't grab one and gives thema look. the guard notices and eats the snack before ccinoe moves on. Killer grins at him as he grabs his snack and he gets agrin in return before ccino rushes of to take care of the other guards.

it also helps that ccino is here.

Killer is still unsure how ccino is just head of the house and not nightmare's main advisor and right hand. ccino is smart and clearly the most loyal of everyone in the kingdom. How could nightmare only let ccino be head of the house? sure it is a big role but killer doens't think it holds enough respect... but maybe that is just him.

Killer watches the nobel man and woman do their thing. he watches as advisors lean clsoe together to mutter and scheme. mmh. killer will have to point that out later to nightmare. make sure he noticed and knows there may be something brewing with those.

Killer still doens't get why Nightmare doesn't just fire them all. He is the king. he can do that. but someting about not wanting people to revolt or something. taking it step by step to clean it all out.

Euh. Not his job. at least not until he is a full knight.

For now he watches for trouble for Nightmare but everything seems fine... So his sight wanders to Ccino as he weaves through the crowds wiht a practise ease.

Killer is always enchanted by Ccino just. moving with ease and confidence. The way he knows how to move and never bump into anyone. How he gracefully dodges any hands or people stepping back.

Killer still watches of course as Ccino makes his way around the crowd. And he is reasonable near Killer, and Nightmare for that matter as Killer is positioned closest to him, when it happens.

Some nobel person Killer doesn't know who he is or why he is important and he doens't care. Reaches out and grabs Ccino right by the spine and rubs it.

Killer feels his hand for a fist as he moves his hand towards where his knife is stashed.

Ccino manages to twist free, which cna't be comfortable with how he was grabbed and manages to make space "Excuse. I didn't realise i was that close."

Killer has his knife in hand.

The nobel man smirks "If it isn't the pretty skeleton! I must say it is refreshing to still see you here! pretty as always." he looks him up and down and Killer gets ready. There isn't a straight line but Killer could be there within seconds.

"One of the better things of Nim! giving you your job for us all to have something pretty to stare at." the man laughs.

Ccino has a iron hold on his own face as he remains calm "The old king's name should not be spoken. As our own king rules now."

the man smirks before frowning "Though you have let yourself go! Already much fatter than before. such a shame and waste of a pretty face. Though I am sure it would still be fun to have a night together. Especially if we invite some of my business partners-"

And Ngihtmare is there. He grabs the nobel man and throws him across the hall into the wall. Killer can hear bones break and crack form his place.

People gasp and move towards his side but Killer isn't paying attention to that. He seems to be the only one who watches their king and ccino.

Nightmare looks beyond furious. His tentacles are all posed and sharp. ready to strike. He lowers himself and it reminds Killer of the big cats. How they get ready to strike.

A hand on Nightmare's shoulder.

Nightmare turns with a glare but meets ccino's unflinching face. Ccino just shakes his skull at Nightmare.

Ngihtmare breathes heavily and killer cna feel the rage in the air. Is he the only one who notices? because he is already getting sensitive to their king?

Nightmare glances back to the man on the ground and ccino shake shis skull agian. He straightens his spine, killer can see the pitch of pain on his face and nightmare clearly does to as his rage just increases. Ccino shoots him another look. He striaghtens his spine and stands still before looking pointedly atnightmare.

Ngihtmare pants but stands up striaght.

Ccino nods and rolls hsi shoudlers before relaxing them both. Killer can see his hand is still slightly shaking but he forms a fist and forces it still.

Nightmare breaths and his shoulders relax and wiht it his tentacles unsharpen.

Ccino raises a hand and waves it by his face. when his face has gone by his face turned from his frown to a neutral face.

Nightmare takes another deep breath but his face calms down.

Ccino nods and takes a few steps back. his arms and hands hidden behind his back but killer can see them shake slightly.

Ngihtmare walks over ot the nobels "As you should know by now. I do not take kindly to those who dare to threaten those who fall under my employment. I employ them in in trade for their service I keep them safe and comfortable. Yet you dare to enter my home, on my invitation, and threaten those around us? Those who work hard to ensure you have a pleasant evening? you will be removed and stripped of your title. Leave." he waves his hand and returns to his throne but on the way he stops by Killer.

Killer stands ready.

Nightmare mutters "Get Ccino to the healer. You are to make sure he gets there safely and gets to his room safely where he can rest." he eyes the knife that killer still has in his hand and looks appreciative of it. before schooling is face again and nodding. Not once mentioning that he saw the weapon which is very much not part of the normal guard equipment.

Killer nods and bows "Of course my king." and he rushes to ccino's side with a cheerful grin. hiding his own rage under easy company.

He will make sure ccino is fine. Then... when killer earned his right as knight and when he is allowed solo trips... he will make a special trip to the nobel.

after all. if he doesn't have hands he can never make a grab to anyone ever again.

-----

Killer sighs as he pets the cat in his lap. eight months. eight months since his life changed twice over. first wiht chara leaving him behind. abandoning him. and then him taking the deal with nightmare.

So muhc had changed. He had changed.

Killer pets the cat sleeping peacefully in his lap. It is still so strange. That he is still here. He hadn't... he never wanted... it hadn't been the plan to stay.

But after a while. Leaving seemed even worse of an idea.

Killer just dind't like the idea of leaving anymore.

Just until he uncovers the secrets.

Just until he satisfies his curiosity.

Just until he is over his crush.

All three misions failed.

But instead of feeling like it is time to cut his losses and move on. Killer just continues to want to stay here.

Killer sighs as he leans agianst the wall.

very soft steps and Killer grins as he looks over. Ccino turns to corner and tilts his skull at him "Well don't you look cozy." he takes a glance and smiles "I see Bite finally stopped attacking your hand every second."

Killer snorts "nah." he raises his bites covered hand "She just got tired." and he goes back to petting her.

Ccino nods as he walks over "How is your training doing?"

Killer nods "good." and that is the problem. because it is going well. Nightmare told him as much. Killer would soon have his first mission and he is worried.

What if he can't do it?

what if he can do it but doens't want to?

what is he can do it. does it. but dind't want to do it?

is the loyalty he feels... for nightmare? or for the idea that he has to be loyal.

He isn't sure.

Ccino nods "that is good." he tilts his skull at him "excited to be a full knight?"

Killer is feeling ballsy today. reckless even. Killer grins at ccino "What if i don't want to be a knight?"

Ccino doens't flinch and instead tilts his skull "I mean... you would ahve spend a long time training for soemthing you didn't want... so i figured you would have realised earlier."

Killer shrugs "waht if i did? but ust wanted more training?"

Ccino looks a thim and shrugs "I don't believe that. I think you want to be a knight."

Killer glares "And what makes you think that?"

Ccino smiles atiny bit "emotions and intent. If you hadn't wanted it. you wouldn't have tried so hard and made progress this quickly."

Killer blinks and looks forwards "What if i just believed it is what i wanted?"

Ccino shrugs "They yuo have to make a carreer switch."

Killer snorts "Oh yeah. Nightmare is going to be fine with that." he rolls his eyes.

Ccino lokos amused "Yes out king." he stresses the title "Will be fine wiht that."

Killer shoots him a look "oh come on! I knew there is more going on over him just being your king and you just being a loyal servant."

Ccino looks forwards wiht a tiny smile "I have no idea what you are talking about. Only those most trusted by the king would know personal affairs of the king." and he grins.

Killer looks amused "Okay. what if i just become knight to learn all the secrets. and then when i am saticfied i will just leave." he knows he is looking at him smugly.

Ccino tilts his skull amused "Relaly now? When you figure out all the secrets?"

Killer nods "indeed."

Ccino laughs "good luck with that." and he starts walking away.

Killer tilts his skull at him "What is that suposed to mean?!"

Ccino stops and glances backwards "You are a smart cookie. you will figure it out." and he turns around the corner.

At this point Killer knows better than to try and follow ccino. He will be gone before Killer can even get to the corner. probbaly on the other side of the castle already.

Killer keeps forgetting to ask him how he does it.

....

euh.

He will eventually ask him... Maybe...

after all...

He will only leave once he learns all the secrets...

So maybe keeping one or two in tact is a great idea...

You know...

Just because he is curious. And no other reason at all.

[tealmaskmybeloved]

hello!!! We’re mutuals and I’m reaching out to all of my mutuals that I don’t interact with as much… so, hi!

My tumblr friends call me Lucifer but if you’re not comfortable with that u can use my url!

what are your interests?

feel free to send asks to me, I like yapping :)

(I followed you after I saw this ask LMAO)

My interests:

- Pokemon (Specifically Loyal 3 and Pecharunt plus the Toxic Chain Kieran Theory)

- Dredge (FISH)

- Over The Garden Wall (Beast!Wirt my beloved)

- Gravity Falls (Dipper my beloved also I ship Dipper and Wirt BDHDHDHDHD)

- Ooblets (haven't played it in a while but I'm working on it

- Botw/totk (I finished both games YIPPPIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE)

- Animation (ask me stoof about it and I will not shut up)

[fekatsitra]

My username is really just backwards reading and letters switcheroo. I wanted something that starts with the letter "F" since it's in my name, and astoundingly, the first word that came to mind is:

Fake › Feka

Because teenage me has the self-esteem of a withering and shriveling sideroad grass 🤣 I was young and thought, "It's me but not really me, so it's fake." then just went with it (nowadays, I just think of it like an ironic joke). The second part of my username is fairly obvious, it's an art account so:

Artist › Tsitra

It's just written backwards.

My other account where I read stoof is named "Redaer" from swapping "Reader" letters. "Fey" is a nickname given by a friend who smacked me silly after I told her what "Feka" means 😂 Meanwhile, "Kemiri" is my OC name from Postknight 2 that got stuck on me (I find it weirder when my friends call me Feka/Fey since I got used to Kurechii friends calling me Kemiri 🤔)

Tagging y'all to answer this! >:D @saphssapphire / @9617saphs @lostkalei @norri-toad @cookiewitch-trin @polarisstarnor @magus-verse / @xf3eax @sweetnarryfairy @screwzara

Do it or I'll shoot!

Just kidding, you're free to answer or not 👀💦

[mattslolita]

i wanna went to you about my crush today..sooo we got hack at our friend freak im glad! and...we had like a quiz in one class where my bsf sits with me and my other bsf behind me with the other bsf too..sooo like us 4 girls..but this class the 4th girl wasn't there so HE sat there and we talked all the time,and i helped him with his group quiz and he did with mine too,and when I wanted to give mine out to the teacher i stood up and pushed through the chair of my bsf to FACE HIM and he wanted some more of my help and shit so he grabbed my arm (not like to hirt just slightly) and like bringed me back to my chair and said

'sit back down,now.dont go,just sit back down here now.'

in like a dominant but softly sweet tone,with those eyes and holding my arm,when i tell ya I FOLDED I MEAN I FOLDED. i IMMEDIATELY looked at his eyes and nodded,sitting back down..and yes we CHATTED SOOOO MUCH AFTER THAT...and after he needed a book for a class which j had but it was in my bag downstairs in other class,so he told me to go and get it if i can give him and i told him to go and look got iz himself,he leaned closer to my face, and asked me where it is i Just said look through my bag and find it you know u can,cause its not the first time,HE ALWAYS DRINKS FROM MY BOTTLE,EATS WITH ME,and shit like that so im used to him looking through my bag,my bsf is always worried about pads and like that things but he has a older sis so he knows it and isn't embarrassed so i don't worry about it,we once had a talk about period stuff and things,so im comfortable and okay with him about it,and it was genuinely very good day,he was SO close behind me today in halls that i felt his body AGAINST MINE and its the first time he is actually that close ti feel him,and we just stoof there like that talking and rambling some shit,and after while we waited for teacher he leaned against my ear from behind and whispered something like ti make me laugh and he did...then i complimented his perfume and yea...ahhh..I love this boy...I can't get him out of my heart and head...idk what im gonna do..im REALLY CRAZY IN LOVE..but like cutesy and happy...🩷🎀

(sorry for VERY LONG WENT I had to let it out🫶🏼)

in conclusion you guys are quite literally so adorable i fear😭 i love the little moments like that between y'all

[jasl3123]

Sneak peak @ smthn I'm working on :³

It's a whole journal of notes on mine and a friend's ocs, @zoorias-stoof

One of the ocs in question, Keres

And for those who can't read the pages in the first image

The character is Jupiter Cyklon, part of the Crash Course group, as is Keres

[fishandshesmygills]

I DIDNT EVEN SMOKE TONIGHT i just stoof aorund while my friends all smoked and i got a little secondhanded

[disasterfandoms]

Seal Team CODA || Other Lives

A/N: This is part 2 of the CODA series of my AO3 series i write with @bravo-four-seal-team​! 

TW: Making out, talks of ill and dead children ((it happened in the episode)), mention of pregnancy/pregnancy tests

Before the OP: Amelia and Trent

“You need to leave for work,” Amelia whispered, breaking a kiss just long enough to speak, as he pulled her in again for another kiss, his hands  travelling up her shirt.

“Shirt.. off..” he muttered, his hands moving to take it off of her, breaking their kiss quickly. She was straddling his hips, her sun-kissed skin causing the sky blue lacy bralette to pop. 

Her lips connect to his neck, as his hands fall to her hips. She smirks as he groans a little, the sensation of her lips trailing down his neck feels hot on his skin. He sat up straight suddenly, taking his own shirt off, smirking as she stared at his chest, her eyes wide.

He flips them over, his lips instantly going to her neck, causing her to moan. His kisses trail down to her chest, one hand at her head to steady him while the other is at her waist. She reached up and brought her hand to his hair, tugging gently, causing him to moan. His hands lustily find their way to unbuttoning her jeans, looking to her for permission.

She smiled, lifting her hips up for him to remove her pants and sky blue thong, leaving her at his mercy.

That is, before his phone rang.

She groaned out of frustration, shimmying away from him, grabbing the clothing he had just discarded.

Trent rolled his eyes, getting up to get ready to go in. He grabbed his shirt, smacking her ass in the process, smiling when he had heard her laugh.

God, he loved her.

Amelia faced him, still half naked in his living room, before she stoof on her tip toes to give him a kiss. “Good luck, and be careful,” she whispered.

He hummed, smiling as he bent down to give her one more kiss, before jogging towards the door, leaving her to pick up the pieces., once again.

Mary and Eric Blackburn:

Blackburn was getting settled at his desk at work, glancing at the photo of his family he kept, missing them sorely. He had barely spent any time at home recently, leaving Mary, his wife, to raise his two kids on her own. 

He sighed as he picked up his phone, sending a message to his fiery Puerto Rican wife, “Won’t be home for a few days, got a spin up.”

“Eric Clayton Blackburn, you promised Rachel you’d be here for her recital.”

He shook his head, sighing as he saw the message. Of course, he would be disappointing his daughter, again. His kids were his world, but the Navy had to come first, it was his duty. 

Picking up the file on his desk, he advised someone to call in his team, before heading to the team room, leaving his young wife unanswered, for who knew how long.

After The Op:

Trent Sawyer/Amelia Carter:

She missed Trent so much, it was driving her insane. 

She knew it was a tight OP, that he would be home in a couple of days, but that didn’t change that she missed her boyfriend dearly. 

Especially now that she was sick. 

She hoped that whatever it was, it would be gone by the time Trent came home. She couldn’t imagine having to isolate from him *more* because she could be contagious. 

She shook her head, checking her messages when she felt her heart sink. The message itself was very happy, a picture of the baby her friend from the hospital, Naima, had while her husband was away. What caused her to freeze was reality smacking her in the face. 

Anxiously, she walked up the stairs and to the bathroom, taking out the tests hidden in the drawers. She shouldn’t even be here, she thought, she has came over to Trent’s to check on his sister, who was healing from her wounds. 

She took the test, waiting anxiously for the few minutes she needed, praying to whatever god was up there that it was negative. It wasn’t that she didn’t want a baby, quite the opposite, she wanted a family of her own, with the man she loved more than anything. But, her and Trent hadn’t spoken about what *he* wanted, and he’s had a rough year. 

Hearing the timer she set go off, Amelia took a deep breath and turned over the test,  letting it out shakily when she saw two lines. 

She was pregnant. How the fuck was she supposed to tell Trent?

She sat down on the tub’s edge, putting her head in her hands. She was in shock, but Amelia knew deep down that no matter what, she wanted this baby. 

Now, let’s hope Trent wanted a family too. 

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It was a long, horrifying OP that Trent could never tell a soul what he saw, what he helped treat over there. All of those kids, those poor people who had died at the hands of a nerve agent. 

He was just glad he was home, and happy to see that Amelia was at the house too, which he assumed was because she was caring for his sister. 

Walking into his home, he dropped his stuff at the door, sighing when he took in the sight of his home, exactly the way he left it. 

“Hey,” Amelia spoke quietly, having seen him come in. 

Trent smiled softly, moving over to her and sitting beside her on the couch. “Hey you,” he murmured, kissing her temple. “How’s Ash?”

“Still barely talking,” Amelia spoke quietly, leaning into him as he wrapped his arm around her. 

He nodded, sighing softly as he closed his eyes. “You okay?” He whispered. 

Amelia nodded, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah, I’m good,” she smiled softly. “Bad OP?” She guessed, seeing how he was reacting to coming home. 

“Bad OP,” he confirmed, closing his eyes, humming at the sensation of her playing with his hair. 

Amelia nodded, biting back a sigh as she realized she couldn’t tell him, not tonight. “Wanna talk about it?”

“Never,” Trent half-joked, smiling when he heard her laugh. He took a moment to gather his thoughts, before saying, “Lot of innocent lives lost on the OP.”

She nodded, moving to kiss his cheek. “I’m sorry Love,” she murmured, studying his face. She wanted to ask more, but she knew better. 

He nodded, before moving to stand, taking her hand and helping her up. “Let’s go to bed,” he smiled, pulling her into him. 

Amelia smiled, nodding. “I love you,” she spoke quietly. 

“I love you too,” he whispered, kissing her forehead. He hoped having the love of his life here would help him forget the terrors he witnessed, letting him focus on the present.

----------------------------------------------------

Eric Blackburn:

Exhausted, Eric Blackburn quietly came through the door of his own, finally able to take a breath. He didn’t hear a soul in the first floor of his home, letting him relax and let down the mask he kept at home. 

He took off his boots, before sitting down in the recliner, the one Mary reads in all the time. Placing his head in his hands, he takes a moment to take in the silence, jumping when he heard his wife speak. “Jesus,” he swore quietly, “When’d you come down here?”

Mary laughed softly, shaking her head, “Was reading on the back porch. Didn’t mean to scare you, mi amor. Bad OP?” she guessed, placing the book down on the coffee table and moving to him.

He nodded, sighing, “Bad OP,” he confirmed, moving to pull her into his lap, smiling tiredly as she giggled.

“Want to talk about it?” she asked, running a hand through his hair, before kissing his cheek.

Blackburn shook his head, “Rather just go shower, get some sleep,” he spoke raspily, smiling when he saw her nod, her bun of dark blur hair falling off her head.

Mary nodded, “Alright amor, but come back down after you shower, and I’ll have leftovers heated up,” she said as she stood, moving to the kitchen.

Blackburn nodded, doing as he was told. On his way up to the master bathroom upstairs, he went and checked on the kids. Declan was fast asleep in his bed, his long, shaggy, dark brown curls the only thing peaking out of his avengers comforter. Rachel was in the next room over, asleep in her princess bed, holding on the Bubbles, her stuffed goldfish.

Blackburn moved to the bathroom and heated up the water, glad to shed the work clothes and the memories that came with them. He reminded himself that when his uniform was off, he was a husband and a father, not a man who has seen too many horrors in his time.

He just has to keep moving forward.

[arianimates]

So I'm writing a series and I'm trying to figure out how to put events in place.

How do you put the events in your series and have them line up and make sense?

What I do is make a bunch of different timelines based on how ideas play out

Say in timeline 1 a character named Jimmy saves his friend Bobby from the clutches of the dark lord. But in idea 2 Jimmy fails to save Bobby and Bobby is now trapped in the Dark Lord's lair.

Now the series has 2 different directions it can go in. Sometimes I split up the ideas into different timelines and see which works best in the story. When that's done, I place it all together and maybe tweak some stoof.

It can be a tedious process but it's all the more worthwhile when you do it. If you need extra help, try talking to a friend to get a second opinion on an idea, or try looking for help online!

Good luck! :D

[the-weary-traveler-cafe]

"Dearly Beloved the snow has piled deep, as such I have brought wood to help us sleep."

"Well now Darling aint ya just got some fancy timing, put them over by the hearth while I finish up with the batter."

Journal Entry 002:

Its long been winter a time for reflection and rest. Even Zecora and I have to take some time to remake everything for all my darling Travelers. After all how can I warm your hearts without a bite to eat and tea to warm your souls?

Zecora is a sight to see aint she? Just a peach and trust me now, those arms of hers make the best hugs and cuddles. Winter is when we take just a moment to ourselves. Reaffirming our love for one another.

Take the chance when you have it, give your beloved friends, families, and loved ones a tender kiss, a hug, a warm mug of spiced tea or cocoa.

Remember Travelers a little bit of Kindness can go a long way when the nights lengthen.

As always my wife and I have been rendered to life for you all by the ever talented @Earthsong9405

make sure to swing on by her place, you wont regret it!