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staylovesmiley · 2 days ago

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Give Me Your TMI~ Chapter 10

₊˚⊹ᰔ Pairing; Yang Jeongin x Fem!reader, Stray kids x Fem!reader

₊˚⊹ᰔ ₊˚⊹ᰔ Summary; In a world where Humans and Hybrids should be living as equals, Hybrids are still viewed as being closer to their animalistic side than their humanistic. Deep in the woods lives a band of misfit hybrids who reject these societal views and keep to themselves, choosing to live away from humans. What happens when the youngest of this rogue group meets a lost Human girl, befriending her after an incident where he must rely on her for help?

₊˚⊹ᰔ ₊˚⊹ᰔ ₊˚⊹ᰔ Warnings; hybrid!au, female!reader, angst, mild violence, mentions of sexual harassment/assault and discrimination, she/her pronouns used for reader, this is very loosely based off the overall themes/tones of the manga and anime fruits basket~

“Hyunjin!”

Cold, he was so cold, lying in the snow as Jason stood above him kicking at his side with full force. You were watching from the stairs in horror, tears spilling down your cheeks and he groaned, opening his mouth to call out to you to go inside but nothing came out. He was frozen, paralyzed as Jason ended his assault on his ribcage to stalk towards you and begin pulling you away from the cabin as you struggled against him.

Hyunjin tried desperately to move, to get back up and help you get away but he couldn’t. The hybrid was forced to lay there and watch in complete terror as you disappeared into the woods with your screams echoing around the small clearing of your home like knives stabbing him through the chest.

He woke with his chest heaving, limbs scrambling around frantically as his head whipped around as if trying to find something. Warm, he was so warm sweat was slipping down his neck and he felt as if no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t quite catch his breath. The ferret let out a little whimper, a nightmare. It was just a nightmare. Hyunjin reached up to run a hand through his hair but instead his fingers brushed over the soft roots that had been left behind from where you had cut it for him almost a week earlier. He sniffled a bit, attempting to calm down but the urge to seek you out and make sure that you were fine took over and before he knew it Hyunjin was up on his feet and heading down the stairs as quietly as he could to your’s and Jeongin’s room. Slowly he pushed the door open and peeked in to see the two lumps so close under the covers that they practically melted into one. He took a deep breath before making his way inside and over to where you were curled into the fox hybrid’s chest sleeping contently. You were okay, you were safe…relief flooded through him and he couldn’t hold back the low whine that slipped from him as the weightless feeling. “Hyune?”

Slowly your eyes fluttered open, rolling over to face him as Jeongin’s arms naturally shifted to wrap protectively around your waist and pull you against his chest in his sleep. “What’s wrong, Hyunnie?” You whispered, reaching out for the ferret with both hands. He didn’t hesitate to take them into his own, tears welling up in his eyes as the memories from his sleep crept up inside his mind once again and fear began taking over. “I-I had a bad dream…” You frowned, immediately lifting up the blankets and ushering him to join you. Hyunjin sniffled as he wiped at his eyes before slipping into bed beside you. “Do you wanna talk about it?” You asked softly, a hand coming up to cup his cheek gently. “No…j-just wanna be close to you.” He said with another sniffle. You smiled at him with so much warmth he felt he may begin to cry again, pulling him close to you as he had asked with one arm wrapped around his waist and the other cradling his head as you ran your fingers through his shortly cropped hair brushing against his fuzzy ears gently ever few passes. With your nails lightly scratching and massaging his scalp and your heartbeat sounding steadily in the quiet of the night to his sensitive hybrid ears he was able to drift back to sleep easily.

That’s how your nights went from there on out, and little by little the others began joining in as well. Around the same time Hyunjin started crawling into bed with you and Jeongin each night, Felix and Minho started to have nightmares of the situation they walked in on that night in the kitchen ending very differently with you the one lying in a pool of your own blood on the floor with your mother the one wielding the kitchen knife. After the cats it was Jisung, then Changbin- and by that time Chan had intervened and insisted that you all start sleeping together in his room as the bed was much larger and would fit you all more comfortably. After that Seungmin joined as he felt so alone being the only one still upstairs.

Seungmin…things had been off with him lately, ever since the other hybrids noticed your bond with Chan.

The hybrid would cling to you at random times of the day. You would be in the kitchen prepping for dinner and you would feel his arms wrap around your waist snuggly and his cheek press against your shoulder, maybe you were lounging in the couch reading a book and he would come and curl up at your side and allow you to run your fingers through his hair and over his soft floppy brown ears, or perhaps you were all getting ready for bed and finding your position on the large mattress when he would take to your side like a magnet and snuggle so close his nose brushed against the column of your bare neck. It would all end the same way though…after a few moments of peace Seungmin would tense and his eyes would fly open before suddenly he was bolting out of the room or to the far end of the bed, putting as much distance between the two of you as possible and causing confusion and hurt to flood your mind.

You were starting to worry about having made him uncomfortable in some way, often seeking solace in the arms of your mates as you tried not to get too upset over the third canine’s behavior towards you. It was like it was much different than before, but you had thought you were making some progress with him and now it felt like you were back to square one.

But thankfully your mind was taken off Seungmin’s avoidance by the change of the seasons. The snow had long melted and print was finally settling into your cozy little home. You began helping out more in the gardens as there was a lot to get prepared for growing your own produce again after winter was fully behind you. It also helped put the ferret hybrid at ease keeping you close by after the nightmares that still persisted even after switching to sharing a bed with you every night. You also continued to go into town with Changbin, helping sell Hyunjin’s paintings and getting any little supplies you needed like seedlings and fertilizer for the garden.

It was on one of these trips that you decided to visit the little post office in town to see if you had received any word back from your sister and to your surprise she had written back. You tried to contain the excitement you felt the rest of your time in town and the moment you returned to the cabin you rushed to the living room with Changbin chuckling behind you, amused by your haste to read over the letter. You sat curled up with your knees pulled to your chest as you carefully opened the envelope and unfolded the pale blue stationary your sister had used to write you.

‘ Dear sister,

So many things have changed since you left us. I am sorry to hear of your husband abandoning you, especially to hear that it was our mother who had a hand in the undoing of your betrothal. Father did not seem all that phased by the news, however, as he is already set to be wed to Ruth in the late spring.

Speaking of betrothals, I have splendid news to share! I have spent the time since you have left us being courted by a gentleman by the name Elijah and I have been promised to marry him once I am of age. He treats me very kindly and I hope you may send me your prayers and happiness as I feel like he is a good match for me and makes me feel unbelievably loved and cherished.’

You couldn’t help but smile, tearing up a bit at the idea of your beloved little sister finding happiness in what could be such a cruel environment. You wipe at your eyes gently before continuing with the rest of the letter.

‘While I am writing to you, I feel I must inform you of something very strange that has been happening as of late here at home. Almost once every few weeks there is a strange woman dressed in a suit who comes to call upon you. I am not sure why she seems so determined to see you, but the last time she was here I overheard father telling her that you had passed on. I’m not sure why he would feel the need to lie to the woman, or what trouble you may have gotten yourself into for someone to be looking for you so diligently, but may my prayers be with you that all is well. I hope to hear from you soon, as your first letter warmed my heart despite the sadness you wrote of, it has been so long since I have seen you and I miss you dearly, we all do.

Your loving sister,

Esther.’

You felt your blood run cold, face going pale as you reread the last part of the letter over and over until you felt your eyes going cross. “Pretty? Is everything okay?…” Jeongin asked cautiously, coming up behind you and placing a hand on your shoulder. You startled slightly before placing a hand over his own. “Oh- Innie, it’s just you…um- it’s a letter from my sister.” At the mention of your family the rest of the hybrids who happened to be within earshot crowded around you anxiously waiting to hear if the story you had sold to your sister had been bought. “And? Did she say anything about what you wrote about?” Felix asked as he huddled close to his fellow cat hybrid, worrying his lower lip between his teeth. “They didn’t even question it…papa is already engaged to marry a new wife and life is moving on-“

Chan frowned, kneeling in front of you as he could sense something was worrying you still. “Then why do you seem so on edge, pretty?” You sighed shakily, setting the letter down on the table beside the couch before taking his hands in your own. “Esther said there is a woman looking for me…so much that father had to tell her I was dead to get her to leave.” The room felt tense as everyone shared a worried look and a low growl came from beside you causing your head to whip to the side to see Seungmin staring at where Chan’s hands were still held tightly in your own. “Minnie-“ You did realize that you had started crying from the stress until the beagle reached out and wiped gently at your ears. His face was so close to your own that you could feel is warm breath fanning over your own. “Dude what the fuck-“ Jeongin huffed from your other side, his words seemingly snapping the other canine out of it and he quickly retreated back to the far end of the couch allowing Chan to take the seat he once occupied. You were momentarily stunned by the hybrid’s actions until the scents of your mated partners surrounded you fully and your mind slowly felt at ease. After giving you a moment the oldest hybrid spoke up “Everything is gonna be okay, pretty. You said that they bought the story? No one questioned anything right?” You nodded, sniffling a bit as you leaned into Chan’s chest as Jeongin ran his fingers through your hair. “Yeah it’s just- why is someone looking for me? Who is looking for me? What do they want-“ Jeongin gently placed a kiss to the mark he left on your neck, instantly causing your mind to go fuzzy and your body to go lax against the older. Another growl erupted from where Seungmin was sitting now a few feet away and all eyes fell on him mixed with confusion and a bit of judgment. “Puppy seriously what is going on with you? If I didn’t know any better I’d say you-“ Before Minho could finish his sentence Seungmin was up and bolting out of the living room to hide somewhere in the house like he normally did when his clingy or possessive behavior towards you was pointed out to him.

You pouted, looking over to the older cat hybrid questioningly as you urged him with your eyes to continue. Minho only smirked as he leaned over to whisper into Felix’s ear. The younger hybrid giggled, shaking his head as he got up and left the room with Jisung and Hyunjin in tow. Changbin also rose from his spot by the fireplace, giving you a soft kiss to the top of your head as he left the room to most likely finish up the laundry he had started before going to town with you earlier. Jeongin pulled you close to his chest, peppering kisses over your face as Chan rose to join Minho in the kitchen to talk while working on dinner.

“My pretty girl…I know you’re scared right now but everything is gonna be okay. You have us here to keep you safe.” Jeongin whispered sweetly in your ear and you nodded in understanding, letting his scent wash over you and help ease your nerves as he nuzzled against your neck gently. “I know I do. I feel safe with you all here but- after last time…what if all I do is put you all in danger?” You said shakily, trembling in his embrace as you pulled away to meet his eyes with your own. The fox hybrid shook his head immediately, hands cupping your cheeks as he rested his forehead against your own. “No no no, none of that. You are not a danger to us, pretty. You have been one of the best things to ever happen to us, to me.” You couldn’t help but tear up once again, letting out a little whimper as your leaned in to brush your nose against his before taking a deep, shuttering breath. “I just love you so much, innie…if anything happened to you, especially because of me, I don’t know if I’d be able to live with myself.” The hybrid stilled at your words, ears standing tall and it’s like time froze as you came to realize what you just said. “You…you love me?” He whispered, looking at you so intensely with his normally soft brown eyes deepening as he stared at you adoringly. “Yeah I-…I really do. I know I couldn’t say it before but- I am so in love with you, Jeongin….my mr. fox.” His smile was so bright that the dimples in his cheeks were like craters, pulling you into his arms so tight you felt the wind knocked out of you but you couldn’t bring yourself to care as you clung to him almost desperately. “Even if you do bring danger our way…I’d face it all for you. I’d do anything for you.” You sniffled, burying your face in the crook of his neck to inhale more of his calming scent. “Whatever is coming- whatever reason that woman is looking for you…we will face it together, yeah? Because I love you too.” Jeongin said confidently, and you knew there was no room left to argue with him so you allowed yourself to relax against his chest as his heartbeat rang in your ears over the sound of Chan and Minho cooking behind you in the kitchen.

As time went on and the crisp air of spring woke you each morning with a gentle layer of dew and a light shower each afternoon almost like clockwork, your worries of the woman from your sister’s letter faded to the back of your mind. The first harvest from your garden was a generous one and you could help but run inside the house with a basket full of fresh vegetables hugged tightly to your chest, almost running straight into Minho as he was about to step out from the kitchen you were entering. “Oh- pretty! I was just coming to get you and see how you and hyunjin were doing.” You couldn’t contain your excitement, bouncing lightly on the heels of your feet as you held the produce out to him proudly. “Look! Everything we planted did so well thanks to all the rain!! Do you think we could maybe grill some of these to have with dinner tonight? I think the zucchinis will go really nicely on the grill.” You beamed up at the cat hybrid and he couldn’t help but smile back as he ran a hand through your hair fondly. “I think that would be nice, jagi. You did so well helping Jinnie I’m afraid he might steal my best sous chef from right under me.” You giggled, setting the basket by the sink to rinse your harvest as you felt the ferret in question snake his arms around your waist from behind and rest his chin atop your head. “Oh I could never do that, hyung. We all enjoy her cooking too much to fully take her away from the kitchen.” He cooed, kissing the top of your head before heading to the bathroom to wash up from all the sweat that had gathered on his skin from the rapidly warming weather outside.

“Hey pretty, do you think you could head into town with me to pick up the payment from Jinnie’s last few sales on some of his paintings?” Changbin asked as he came into the kitchen while tucking his ears securely under his bucket hat, the weather having gotten a bit too hot for his beanie he wore during the winter months. “Yeah! Let me just put these veggies aside for dinner later and we can head out.” You answered with a smile, gently patting the produce down before laying them out carefully on the counter for Minho to work with later. As soon as you were finished you met the bunny hybrid outside and began your ride down the mountain. After countless trips with Changbin you still never thought you’d get used to the feeling of flying down the road with your arms around tightly around his waist. The only part that got more bearable was the icy cold wind was now replaced with a gentle cool breeze, the winter chill no longer cutting into your skin and leaving you with flushed cheeks and a bright red nose.

Once you came to a stop in front of the shop you normally sold Hyunjin’s artwork you hopped off and waited patiently for Changbin to lock the bike up in the rack before following him into the store. “Ah! There you are. Come in, come in! I have the money from the last few sales set aside for you here.” The shopkeeper said enthusiastically as soon as she saw the two of you enter. You both gave her a kind smile as you made your way up to the cash register to collect the payments. Changbin chatted with her casually as you began to wander, like you tended to on your visits to town, walking down the isles slowly as you looked at anything that happened to catch your eye.

While alone you feel a presence approaching from behind, assuming it’s just your hybrid companion you turn around to greet him only to bet met with a woman dressed in dark grey dress pants and a pale yellow blouse. “Miss y/l/n?” You startle, eyes wide as you contemplate whether to run or respond to the woman. She beats you to it, giving you a smile before holding her hand out towards you. “My name is Mrs Lewis. I’m so glad I was finally able to track you down! You see, I am your grandfather’s executor you see-“ You shake her hand politely, still on edge as you glance behind her in hopes that Changbin will finish talking with the shopkeeper and come to find you. “I have some things I need to discuss with you…do you think we could go to the diner a few doors down to talk more privately?” She seems to be telling the truth, and you can’t lie that you aren’t interested in what she has to say after mentioning your grandfather who you had been close with prior to his passing. “I- um…okay. Just- I need to tell my friend where I am going first.” You inform her softly, giving her a little bow before quickly making your way back to Changbin’s side. “Binnie- um…I have to go into another shop to check something out for a while. Do you think you’ll be okay on your own?” The hybrid gives you a questioning look but doesn’t push the matter, nodding with his usually charming smile. “Yeah that’s fine! I told the shopkeeper I’d help her with some heavy boxes in the back she got from delivery so I’ll be here when you’re done.” You nodded and gave a gentle kiss to his cheek before heading out to see the woman, Mrs. Lewis, waiting for you on the sidewalk. “Wonderful! I was afraid I had scared you off earlier. Come on, let’s make this quick so we don’t leave your friend waiting for too long.” She said with such a bright smile you couldn’t help but relax a bit more while following her to the diner she had mentioned.

You were in shock, to say the least. As you had assumed from the moment you met her, Mrs. Lewis had been the woman from your sister’s letter and despite all your worrying nothing could have prepared you for the news she had brought you. When your grandfather had past he left everything to you, and everything turned out to be much more than you ever could have imagined. You were aware that before joining to commune you had been raised in that your family came from wealth, but your parents never really disclosed how much wealth that was. In inheriting all of your grandfather’s assets you were now unbelievably wealthy, practically a millionaire, and the news didn’t stop at just acquiring a vast amount of money. You also inherited his home far out in the countryside, coincidentally enough atop another mountain much more secluded than the one you currently occupied. Mrs. Lewis had explained to you that it all belonged to you, had you sign some documents to formally move everything into your name, and told you that the property was yours to do with whatever you desired, as well as all of his accounts and businesses now being transferred into your name. As you walked back up the mountain with Changbin by your side he noticed how uncharacteristically quiet you were, mind whirring a mile a minute over what to do with the information you had been given, or how to bring it up to the hybrids that you now had the opportunity to move to a place that could potentially be even safer for you all along with the security your grandfather’s wealth would provide.

As you made it into the clearing and your little cabin came into view you felt your stomach drop due to the anxiety….what were you going to do?

author’s note; gosh guys idk how to tell you this…but this series will be coming to an end soon- I’m not sure exactly how many more chapters but there will be at least three more, maybe four, as well as an epilogue. I am forever grateful for all the love you have given to gmytmi and I hope you all will still support me going forward with my other works both current and any new series I may start up~

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queer-obsession · 2 days ago

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Just a small drabble. Kenma has a high maintenance girlfriend and has no idea (read: he doesn't care and thinks you're way too amazing for him). Song below makes me think of the dynamic

Warnings: Kenma x Fem!Reader, she/her pronouns used for reader, you're into your appearance and typical "feminine" things (by heteronormative standards) in this one, you are just mentioned in this, not actually in it. it's more of a conversation between kenma and kuroo, sorry. really short, i could expand the concept into a fic in the future.

Kuroo looks over Kenma's shoulder to see what's distracting him from Kuroo's riveting story of his last business trip and is surprised to see Kenma confirming an online order. "Buying a new game?" Kuroo asks with a grin.

Kenma rolls his eyes and leans away from him in response. "No. I ordered a new bag for ____ ." His tone suggests it's nothing out of the ordinary, and it isn't, but it still causes Kuroo to raise an eyebrow.

"She's kinda high maintenance, huh?" Kuroo comments his thoughts out loud.

Kenma scrunches his face up as he looks at Kuroo like he's stupid. "No."

Kuroo pauses for a moment and just blinks because Kenma is not naive or oblivious. In fact, he's able to read people almost freakishly well because of his anxious obsession of staying a head of people so they can't catch him off guard and humiliate him or something. There is no way Kenma is oblivious to your tendencies. "You're buying her another handbag..." Kuroo says slowly.

Kenma grunts in response and looks back at his phone. "A tote bag," He mutters the correction. "And I'm buying her it because she carries so much shit in her bag it hurts her shoulders. This is supposed to be internally padded without it being noticeable."

"And...you don't think that's...high maintenance?" Kuroo inquires as if speaking to a child.

Kenma huffs in annoyance and looks up at Kuroo again. "No. She's easier to please than my cat."

Now Kuroo is seriously confused. "What?"

Kenma looks at him like he's stupid again. Kuroo feels like he's on the outside of some inside joke. "I bought her a year's worth of nail sets for valentine's day and she was skipping places for the next week," Kenma tells him bluntly. "She's so easy to please, it's ridiculous."

Kuroo looks at him in bewilderment. "Kenma, she gets a new nail set every month and she hardly ever wears the same outfit twice. She gets embarrassed if someone sees her when she's not fully done up."

Kenma purses his lips. "Yeah. She likes when people admire her," He tells Kuroo as if it's obvious. Kuroo is genuinely so lost right now. "That's not high maintenance, it's easy to understand. If she was super complicated to read and clingy, and nothing pleased her then she'd be high maintenance. She's not any of that."

Huh, Kuroo never really thought about it like that, but he supposes it makes sense for a guy like Kenma. He likes things straightforward and he appreciates people who understand him and his need for solitude. You're straightforward in what you want, you don't expect Kenma to make himself uncomfortable to please you by demanding he takes you places or anything, and you're fine to give him alone time since you like alone time too. Kuroo supposes you being a little materialistic and into your appearance doesn't bother Kenma since it's simple and he seems to be able to understand it, which is all he cares about.

And, now that Kuroo thinks about it, it's not like you ask for Kenma to do any of the things he does. You were into fashion and being done up long before you met Kenma, to the point that Kenma didn't believe you were into him for a while because you seemed so out of his league. It's not like you sought Kenma out because you wanted a guy to pay for your nails. Ever since Kuroo has met you you've had a new nail set every month, happily showing it off. Now, Kenma pays for it though, and he almost looks as happy as you do when you show off your new set to him. Maybe that's what Kenma meant. You are pretty easy to please in that regard and maybe Kenma likes pleasing you, and seeing remnants of it whenever you wear something he bought you or have a new hair style he payed for. Kenma isn't good with words, but he's decent with actions. Maybe he likes that he can please you so easily with actions.

Kuroo smiles at his friend and chuckles to himself. "Well, whatever you say, Kynma. She's your girl."

Kenma scrunches up his nose and turns back to his phone. "Don't call me that."

#kenma loving buying you shit and you using it. he loves feeling like he's with you and making you happy even when he isn't there #also kenma just loves making you happy. period.#he knows he's not good with words and that he's so introverted that he needs alone time #so it makes him happy if he can make you happy by being interested in what your interested in (like how you do with his games)#and showing you he cares through giving and buying you things he knows you enjoy #he also loves buying you small things like a coffee or fast food when he knows you want it #kenma is acts of service and gift giver extraordinaire #anime #haikyuu #kenma x reader #kenma kozume #kenma x you #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu x reader #kozume kenma #kenma kozume x you #kenma kozume x reader #kenma fanfic #kenma drabble #kenma imagine #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu imagines #haikyu headcanons #kenma headcanons #kenma haikyuu #haikyuu kenma #kenma x fem!reader #kenma x y/n #kenma kozume x y/n #i could write a full fic on this

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aces-to-apples · 1 day ago

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Actually I'm not done yelling about the trans rep in Dragon Age: The Veilguard yet.

As most Lucanismancers probably already know, one of the banters between Lucanis and Taash changes slightly depending on Rook's gender. Taash suggests that now that Rookanis is a thing, he and Spite should take Rook flying. Taash's reasoning? "Girls/guys/nonbinary people love flying", which honestly is 10/10 logic, no notes, Lucanis why have we not already gone flying? Why are you not literally always flying around the Lighthouse??

So yeah, if your Rook is a woman, "girls love flying"; Rook is a man, "guys love flying"; and nonbinary Rook, "nonbinary people love flying". Simple and easy, you love to see it. Except I just triggered that banter, and what did Taash say? Casual, easy as you please, "Everyone loves flying." Again 10/10, I certainly have no rebuttal.

But I'd never heard that in anyone else's game clips before. "Everyone loves flying." The entire line is different from the others, which have the same rhythm and emphasis across the gender board. Know why the line was different for my Rook?

Because my Rook is a trans man who uses they/them pronouns.

Like the devs or writers or whoever had Taash give at least four different lines dependent on Rook's identity, and one of them is clearly meant for a Rook whose identity and pronouns don't match in the expected ways. She/her women get "girls love flying", he/him men get "guys love flying", and they/them enbies get "nonbinary people love flying". It's just.

It's such a little thing, but they didn't have to do that. No one would have called them on it, but they did it anyway. Like so much of the gender stuff in Veilguard, I cannot overstate how much they didn't have to do all that. But they did, even for tiny little things like this.

#dragon age: the veilguard #da:tv spoilers #video #rookanis #lucanis dellamorte #taash the dragon hunter #by apples #da meta

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transmcytshowdown · 1 day ago

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Joel Smallishbeans^2:

Submitted for: Hermitcraft, Third Life, Last Life, Double Life, Limited Life, Secret Life, Wild Life, Empires SMP Season 1, Empires SMP Season 2

Headcanons: Transmasc, he/they; Trans man, he/him; Genderfluid, any pronouns; Trans masc, it/he/she; Transmasc Genderfluid, he/any; Identity not specified, they/he

Propaganda: “He’s just a silly little terracotta man with only a vague understanding of human gender he tries to impersonate but fails at.”

“Lizzie and Joel are a t4t bi4bi couple in [the submitter’s] heart. Lizzie transfem (she/her) Joel transmasc+gender fluid (he/any).”

“Basically anywhere you see him. Just like, the constant ‘Ooh i'm so manly, the manliest, I’m so tall and strong and handsome,’ and always insisting that he’s really tall despite being super short and the way his voice will sometimes get all high and squeaky these are all very transmasc coded things. He’s one of us, okay, he’s got the vibes, trust, he’s got our humor. Every time he goes mining on Hermitcraft there is always a caption that’s like ‘straight white male mining content’ which is more of his constant need to assert how macho and manly he is and in double life he says he’s not going to get in the pool cause he’s ‘ashamed of his Minecraft body’ which is very trans behavior. He’s got that confidence he can wear a dress for mcc and still know he’s a man which is very transmasc cause other men just got handed it, but we afab men have to look at masculinity and go ‘yeah that’s me’ and then make sure everyone knows it like that’s how you know being trans isn’t a choice because men kinda suck and I still went out and actively was like um guys I’m actually a man sorry. Some days he’s cool with just throwing gender norms out the window and some days he feels the need to yell for the whole world and the next couple galaxies as well to hear that he’s DeFiNiTeLy NoT WeArInG a CoRsEt GeM. Can you tell [the submitter’s] projecting? Cause [they’re] projecting. You can pry this headcanon out of [their] cold dead hands lol.”

“He has fluctuating chest dysphoria so sometimes he doesn't bind and sometimes he does. His bad dysphoria days are rare enough that he's not gonna bother with top surgery.”

“Transmasc Joel Smallishbeans is everything to [the submitter] and [the submitter] like[s] to think that forming the bad boys is what made him plug the tv back on and turn the brightness to the max, like he went ‘Oh we’re bad boys?? Guess I’m finally a boy now!”

“Nonbinary bad boy Joel except he is not a boy.”

"First, [the submitter] think[s] she was raised as a gender that just. doesn't exist here. She was raised in Mezalea where how gender works is just. different and, because she has a beard, everyone assumed she was a man but she's NOT and in recent years has been figuring out her own identity and pronouns in a way she hasn't ever thought about before and also she and Lizzie are butch4femme, amen. Or bi4bi. Both? She’s a masculine person and she likes stuff like the bad boys because it's more of a title separate from her gender. She’s just a masculine woman, amen.”

“He's a sopping wet tanooki (cat /j) and [jizzie] are t4t bi4bi coded.”

“Joel hasn't been called girlfriend/wife/girl by his friends for NOTHING. Bro’s the definition of gender and he slays in a dress no matter what (in Minecraft and in irl)."

Joel Smallishbeans^2:

Submitted for: Hermitcraft, Third Life, Last Life, Double Life, Limited Life, Secret Life, Wild Life, Empires SMP Season 1, Empires SMP Season 2

Headcanons: Transmasc, he/they; Trans man, he/him; Genderfluid, any pronouns; Trans masc, it/he/she; Transmasc Genderfluid, he/any; Identity not specified, they/he

Propaganda: “He’s just a silly little terracotta man with only a vague understanding of human gender he tries to impersonate but fails at.”

“Lizzie and Joel are a t4t bi4bi couple in [the submitter’s] heart. Lizzie transfem (she/her) Joel transmasc+gender fluid (he/any).”

“He has fluctuating chest dysphoria so sometimes he doesn't bind and sometimes he does. His bad dysphoria days are rare enough that he's not gonna bother with top surgery.”

“Nonbinary bad boy Joel except he is not a boy.”

“He's a sopping wet tanooki (cat /j) and [jizzie] are t4t bi4bi coded.”

“Joel hasn't been called girlfriend/wife/girl by his friends for NOTHING. Bro’s the definition of gender and he slays in a dress no matter what (in Minecraft and in irl)."

#transmcytshowdown #poll #joel smallishbeans #hermitcraft #life series #third life #last life #double life #limited life #secret life #wild life #empires smp #empires season one #empires season two

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yanderes-galore · 2 days ago

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may i request a yandere platonic duo Monkey king and Mk with a female darling thas been kidnapped and wont talk to them AT ALL. darlings not scared , she just doing this out of spite and anger due to the fact that they took everything away from her hcs please

Sure! I'll see what ideas I can come up with for this :) A couple sections use female pronouns but it's never really focused in this since I'm so used to GN nowadays.

Yandere! Platonic! Sun Wukong + MK with Defiant! Darling

Pairing: Platonic - Sharing

Possible Trigger Warnings: Female Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Overprotective behavior, Isolation, Kidnapping, Delusional behavior, Forced companionship.

The two wouldn't understand why you insist on neglecting them.

They've always been your friends, right?

Knowing them and the fact they're teacher and student, I can see them having similar motives for a shared obsession.

They're both heroes who have seen how bad the world can get.

Considering Wukong's yandere behavior, it would make sense if he passed it down to MK.

Both of them do what they do to "protect" their obsession.

Doesn't matter what it takes as long as you're safe, right?

Unfortunately... Both of them decided keeping you at Flower Fruit Mountain was the best action to keep you safe.

It was no doubt Wukong's idea.

This is yet another case of two traumatized heroes being scared of losing you.

I imagine they do know why you're ignoring them, but refuse to see what they're doing as wrong.

They're trying to help keep you safe, yet they're obviously not keeping you happy.

Wukong seems like he'd give you space.

After all, they tricked a human woman to come to the mountain then trapped her here....

Protection or not, Wukong must have at least a little self awareness to know you're scared.

MK, on the other hand, is more insistent on you talking to him.

You two have been friends for a while....

He views you like a sister almost and is incredibly upset that you won't even acknowledge him.

Are you just going to ignore the years you've known him?

Ironically you feel the same way, for different reasons.

You never thought two heroes, ones that were your friends, would kidnap you like some damsel in distress.

It pisses you off, rightfully so.

The silent treatment is probably the most tame thing you could've done.

Yet it still makes MK anxious all the same....

MK may actually ask Wukong if what they're doing is the "right thing for her?"

Wukong would probably encourage MK, claiming you'd be safer here in the more peaceful environment of the mountain.

After all, MK most likely came to Wukong after experiencing fears of losing you.

This was no doubt after LBD and learning he's also a monkey demon....

Wukong, in response, manipulates MK into manipulating you.

The monkey king has similar fears to MK when it comes to losing those he loves.

Wukong is also attached to you, which would drive him to convince MK of this whole plan.

Your feelings are justified, extremely justified.

Yet the two act like they aren't.

Why would you punish them for doing something good for you?

They're both delusional, no doubt about it honestly.

Isolation is selfish and doesn't protect you.

Wukong tries to be accommodating, letting you roam with supervision and offering gifts or games.

MK is clingy with you, incredibly clingy.

He's begging you to forgive him, to pay attention to him.

He easily cracks over the silent treatment, practically having tears in his eyes as he wraps around your arm.

You merely stare at the wall, glaring when they try to talk to you.

They really did take everything.

Your friends, family, home....

Now you're stuck on this damn mountain with them and a bunch of monkeys.

When they first brought you here, you believed them when they said there was some sort of danger.

Now, probably months later, you don't believe that story.

You feel betrayed and irritated.

You know there's no way for you to get back home without powers like Wukong or MK.

Not unless you enjoy going through hazards that might outright kill you, which you know they'll never allow.

So, instead, being quiet and never speaking is your best method of defiance.

While you might be winning over MK, Wukong doesn't seem affected.

Wukong plans to keep you protected, he knows MK wants the same thing too.

It may be tough... but you'll break eventually.

Soon you'll realize you need them at some point...

Once you do, they'll accept you with open arms when you accept them... then you'll be safe, happy, and all theirs.

#yandere lego monkie kid #yandere lmk #yandere sun wukong #yandere mk #platonic yandere

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uselessmoonlight · 11 hours ago

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Stranger part 17

Reader is Telemachus' friend, and when he leaves for his "diplomatic mission" he asks her to watch over his mother. Later, once the king has returned, she stumbles upon an injured Poseidon.

Previous / series masterlist / character sheet / next

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Content specs: she/her pronouns used, afab reader, Platonic! Telemachus x reader, Epic!Poseidon x reader, possible OOC!Poseidon, Polites’ daughter! Reader, unrequited love, blood, fighting, nudity, illusion, possibly more?, trying to avoid using y/n, slowburn, suggestive themes.

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When she did not show her face the next day, the towns people thought she was tired from the festivities of the day before. When she did not show her face the day after, they decided she was likely ill. The day after that, Irene went to Ónoma’s home, a basket with necessities in hand, but her friend did not open the door.

Concerned, she approached the prince and enlisted his help in contacting their mutual friend, but to no avail. Ónoma was not in her house, nor had anyone seen her. Perikles was no where to be found, either. Irene had hoped to find the man and ask him about Ónoma, but now she feared that he might have taken her.

She was proven wrong when the next day her friend appeared for her duties at the temple, then disappeared again. The village started to feel the strain of her absence. They’d known she was a great help around town but had not realized just how much they relied on her.

The day after the ritual, Irene and Telemachus set out to find her. With the help of his mentor, Telemachus was able to track her down in the woods of the island. When the two confronted her, she was not as emaciated as they’d expected, just downcast. Neither had seen their friend in such a state before.

“What happened?” Irene asked softly. Ónoma had been in some sort of trance and had not heard their approach. She tensed at the unexpected company, but did not look up at them.

“Nothing.” Barely a whisper came from her.

“Nothing happened?” Telemachus retorted. “So you’re just hiding for the fun of it?” Irene wanted to interject, not agreeing with the prince’s anger. Her friend looked broken, fragile, she needed soft words, understanding, not this. But before she could say anything of it, the prince continued.

“My father was about to send out a search party, confront that man himself.” He spat the words, disdain for Perikles clear. “But it wasn’t even him, you just ran away, like a coward.”

“Man? He didn’t even tell you what happened, then?” Ónoma countered, looking up now, eyes blazing, but cheeks still tear streaked. “You come here to chastise me, yet you don’t know what happened.” She spat at her friend.

“Oh stop the dramatics.” Telemachus was angrier than she’d ever seen him, but there was no reason she could think of that could have angered him so. “You’re never this emotional, what makes this man so special.” Once again he spat the word, and something clicked.

“You’re jealous.” She stated, followed by a humourless laugh. “I’m more emotional than you’ve ever seen me, clearly in need of a friend, but instead you yell at me because you’re jealous?” Her voice turned venomous. “Was I ever really your friend? Or was it all because you liked me?”

She looked even more hurt now than when they’d found her. Telemachus paled, this was not what he’d wanted to happen, he’d thought she’d snap out of it at his words. Irene was scrambling to find a way to calm her friend.

“Perhaps it’s best if you leave us, prince Telemachus. You two should talk again once you’ve both calmed down a bit. This is not helping.” She decided on. The prince wanted to refuse, but the look on Irene’s face halted him. She was right, he would only make it worse.

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Irene and Ónoma had sat in silence for a long time. The former having moved to sit beside her friend on the ground, she’d worry about her dirty dress later, or perhaps she’d let Ónoma worry about it, as payback. Ónoma had moved her head to rest on Irene’s shoulder, silent tears dripping down her face.

“Will you tell me what happened?” Irene asked, softly.

“Always the peacekeeper, huh ‘rene?” Ónoma tried to joke, only to be met with a stern look. “I was a fool, that’s what happened.”

“I gathered as much.” Her friend joked.

“Oh so you’re allowed to make jokes, huh?” Ónoma replied, a soft smile growing on her face. “Fine, I’ll tell you everything. Promise you won’t judge?” Irene said nothing, but interlaced her pinky with Ónoma’s.

And so she went into a long explanation, telling her all that had happened between her and the man, and how she discovered that his name was not Perikles, how she now doubted everything he told her, everything he’d done, and everything he may have intended to do. “It’s why I left for the woods, he’s been knocking on my door all hours of the day, I just got so sick and tired of it that I left. It’s been surprisingly peaceful here, I even started practicing my archery skills again. Perhaps I’ll become a priestess, like my mother always expected. I wouldn’t have to deal with men anymore, or at least not like that.” She rambled.

“You’d have to work with Apollo, last I knew that was something you did not want to do.” Irene replied, emphasizing the not.

“I’ll manage, it’s better than this at least.” Ónoma countered, though in reality she realized the flaws in her plan. Irene smiled at her, recognizing the joking tone.

“Have you let him explain his side?” She asked.

“What is there to explain? He deceived me, then expected me to just welcome him back with open arms. He thinks I’m a fool, too, or he would not have expected that of me.” She said, dejectedly.

“Perhaps you should hear what he has to say, not now, but just, he’s still a God, alright. What if he gets mad at you for not hearing him out?” a hint of fear palpable in the girl’s voice. “With that said, I need to get back before dark or my mother will freak out, but just think about it, okay?”

“I’ll think about it, thank you, Irene. Don’t worry about me too much, will you?”

“With how much trouble you get into? How can I not?” She teased. “Bye Peach! Love you!” she yelled behind her as she walked away.

“She’s right, you know. You are pretty ballsy to deny a God like this.” A familiar voice sounded, the mischief surprisingly comforting. Ónoma smiled. Hermes.

Next.

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Taglist:

@apollos-dodgeball-target

@barrythestrawberry041

@doodle-with-rhy

@h0ne4bee

@isla-finke-blog

@keikeiluvyou

@suckerforblondies

@trashcannotbealive

#epic the musical #epic!poseidon #poseidon #epic odysseus #poseidon x reader #telemachus #telemachus x reader #epic hermes #hermes

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a-girl-forever · 1 day ago

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A longer one, but a fun read!

Sam had already begun drawing negative attention to himself ever since his 16th birthday with his new style that included his girly haircut, padded bras and makeup. But that attention was going to get a whole lot worse.

Once he got in the locker room he suddenly felt his panties tighten right as he dropped his pants. He quickly tried to hide what was perhaps the stiffest erection of his life, but nowhere near quick enough.

"YO! WTF?!? Sam has a huge hard-on! Gayyy!"

"I bet that he's a fag now and has been staring at us ever since he started cross-dressing."

"Yo someone tell Mr. G, have him call the police, I ain't showering in here with him. Sure as fuck not when he's railed up like that."

Sam was mortified. Inexplicably his body had completely betrayed him at the worst possible time. Sam wasn't even attracted to boys, he liked girls.

Damnit! Why was he even wearing bras and panties to begin with? How could this have happened?

Within minutes Sam heard sirens and was being escorted to the principal's office.

"Samuel you are in a world of shit" the officer stated as she sat down next to Sam.

"We have multiple accounts you were pleasuring yourself inside the boy's locker room."

"I wasn't pleasuring myself," Sam protested, "it. it just happened! I wasn't even looking at anyone I swear!"

"I've got multiple witnesses saying otherwise. The only reason you aren't in jail already is that all parties were 18 years old (yourself included)."

"Normally, you'd be expelled this instant and looking at jail time but.." the officer hesitated, "trans-rights have become a big deal lately. I have to inform you that if you feel you were placed in the locker room of the wrong gender you can claim immunity to the charges brought against you. Of course, we can't have anyone exploiting this loophole so we'd need to be sure you were intending to become a trans-girl in the near future. Any half-ass attempts by yourself to pretend you were a girl to exploit the legal system would land you with the original charges and a bevy more."

Sam was freaking out. He was so close to graduating why did this have to be happening now? He wasn't a girl! This was fucking insane!

"Of course, we'd need to re-enroll you under your new identity. I'd suggest changing your name to Samantha too, that way you'd avoid the baggage with your past..ahem.. discretions."

"Your only other option is to get charged with felony assault and be immediately expelled" the officer stated. "I know what l'd do if I were in your shoes."

"Wh-What do I need to do?" Sam said teary-eyed.

"I just need you to sign this document, preferably with your new girl name, and your preferred pronouns. "She/her" for you in case that wasn't obvious. We'll also need to contact your parent to let them know. What's your Mother's name?"

Sam, now Samantha, began writing her new pronouns and signing her name. "M-Mom's name? It's Priscilla…. Priscilla Smith." Samantha was dizzy from how quickly this had all happened.

"Alright Samantha, well I'm glad we got this sorted out. You're very lucky, not everyone gets a second chance you know! I'm going have a deputy drive you home and let everyone here cool off and hopefully forget about what happened today. Okay, sweetie?"

"Here's your…” the officer paused …”daughter, Miss Smith."

"Oh thank you so much officer, the school told me all about what happened."

"Then I'm sure you know Samantha here has invoked her rights as a soon-to-be trans-girl to avoid jail time for her ‘little' public masturbation incident. We’ll be keeping a close eye on her to make sure she's not trying to pull a fast one on us."

Samantha couldn't take her eyes off the floor she was so ashamed and embarrassed.

"Oh my" Miss Smith said throwing a quick wink and smile at the officer.

"It's none of my business really, but I suggest you keep her in line. Seems like what she needs more than anything is a little discipline. All that toxic masculine energy seems to be what's the real problem."

"Well thank you officer. I think deep down we always knew Samantha was going to be a girl someday. Didn't we sweet-pea?"

Feeling the glare of the officer from behind her, Samantha resistantly muttered "Yes Mom" while still staring at the floor.

"Goodbye Miss Smith, she's all yours now."

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luvyurself · 23 hours ago

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family matter

a/n : inspired by this post from @cabbagethegoldfish because I just found it silly and cute ‼️

c/w : she/her pronouns used, polygamy(?), you are dating all the brothers cause I love them all teehee, ‼️ NO INC$ET ‼️ reader is said to have four brothers and a little sister, kind of projecting lolol, just fluff and silliness

the table was just as lively as ever, filled with random chatter and bickering of everyone’s day and what not.

she listened as mammon talked on and on to asmo across the table while subconsciously fiddling with beel’s fingers as he sat next to her.

the sixth born didn’t mind, he had no trouble stuffing his face with using only one hand. he would flex his fingers under hers from time to time.

she was also right next to lucifer, by his order (and not because he loved to have her physically next to him), as he also listened to what his brothers were talking about.

she stuck some food into her mouth, tuning in to what was being discussed.

“you know what can liven this place up-“ mammon began, sticking his fork into his food and pointing with it, “a pet.”

lucifer rose a hand up, “no. you can barely take care of yourself, mammon.” he ignored his younger brother sputtering at the insult, “and besides, we have cerbeus.”

“that thing is barley a pet!” asmo spoke, gripping his arms tightly, “we can’t even go down there without the risk of getting eaten alive!”

the oldest held back an eye roll, “and may I remind you of levi’s old pet?” levi flinched at the call back, looking up from his phone, “he-hey! don’t bring henry 1.0 into this!”

satan snorted a bit, a grin stretched on his lips. “don’t think I forgot about your hoarding problem, satan.”

green eyes snapped towards the end of the table, his grin gone as he scoffed, “I do not have a hoarding problem, lucifer.”

“I’ve woken up with more cat hair in my mouth in your room than anywhere.” belphie mumbled, eyes closed as he leaned on his palm.

satan rolled his eyes, grumbling something to himself as he stabbed his fork into his food.

she listened on for a little while more, before she cleared her throat. “my brothers actually had like….how much was it-four or five lizards.”

she pulled her hand away and began counting on her fingers, “actually we had a dog, four lizards, a tortoise, a bearded dragon, and oh- another dog.”

a hum escaped her lips, “I wonder how they’re doing.” she mumbled to herself, putting her hand down as she began to eat again.

it was only after a minute that the table grew quiet, her gaze moving upwards to find them all staring at her. she covered her mouth with one hand, a bit of food in her mouth as she swallowed, “….what?”

beel scooted a bit closer to her, “what did you say right now?” he spoke, stuffing his mouth with food afterwards.

“about the pets, oh, that I had like-“

“no no no, sweetheart-“ asmo grinned, cupping his hands together as he leaned onto the table, a grin on his face, “you said something about…brothers?”

her brows furrowed, nodding her head, “oh, yeah, I have brothers, a little sister too.” the avatar of lust gasped, a little squeal escaping his lips.

lucifer rose a brow, “you never mentioned anything about siblings.” she gave a awkward smile and a small shrug, “ah, well….it never got brought up.”

mammon leaned back into his chair, “really? you could had atleast told me, I mean, we’ve basically told each other everything!” he bit his lip in thought after a moment, “I mean, not everything, but you know-!”

satan propped his hand on his chin, “you mentioned brothers…how much do you have?” he asked, his tone a bit curious.

she tapped her finger on the table, feeling her smile grow a little wider, “four.”

levi sputtered a bit, finally giving his full attention, “fuh-four?! you had to deal with four brothers?!”

belphie grumbled a bit at the loud noise, though he seemed more awake than usual, “no wonder she can put up with us so easily.”

beel laughed a bit at that, turning to face his twin, “yeah, she has experience with brother stupidity.” he looked back at her again, “and you have a little sister?”

she nodded, twirling a strand of hair between her fingers, “ye-yeah,” she cleared her throat, “I have five siblings, I’m the second oldest.”

mammon grinned at that, “I didn’t know you were a second born too! no wonder we are so good together.” he pressed a hand to his chest, “second oldest are obviously the best ones.”

his younger brothers all groaned at that, lucifer shifting to pick up his wine glass as a tiny grin spread across his lips, “so, you come from a big family, hm?”

and with that, a whole flurry of questions were unloaded on her. all coming from different sides of her.

“how did you deal with so much brothers?”

“do any of them like anime?”

“family dinners must be fulfilling to feed that much.”

“imagine taking trips with that much siblings! did you all fit in a car?”

she shrunk a bit in her chair, feeling her ears grow warmer as she tried her best to answer the questions.

lucifer watched with a grin all the while, seeing how much his brothers seemed so invested in her families life.

“you know,” he started off, making the table go silent as he took another sip of wine, “it’s only cordial to….meet your parents as well.”

she let out a awkward laugh, “ah-ah? meet-meet my parents?” she stuttered, not knowing if he was actually joking or not.

he nodded, “of course, it’s only natural if we meet our girlfriends parents and family, is it not?” his grin grew a bit more, his tone ever the more serious as it always is.

asmo clapped a that, squealing, “ohh, we just have to go!” he cupped his cheek as he dreamily sighed, “a trip to the human world to meet your family, and to think what they can show us about you,”

he began to list off the things out loud, “childhood stories, family history, baby pictures-“ he then cut himself off with a gasp, slamming his hands on the table as he let out a squeal once more, “baby pictures! oh I bet you were adorable!”

she blinked, “wha-what are you-“

“hey, parents love showing their kids partners baby photos.” mammon pointed out, getting excited too, “I bet if we asked, they would show us her whole photo album!”

levi giggled a bit, hiding his face with his hands as his voice came through, “ahhh! cute-cuteness overload!”

beel spoke with his mouth full, “we should start packing.” his voice was muffled a bit, but his brothers knew what he said.

before she could stop anyone, satan stood up, sly grin on his face, “I’m already on it.” he then turned and began walking out, the others following.

“no-no wait, guys-!”

“I’m keeping a picture for when we get back!” levi began, making asmo whine, “no fair! I want one too!”

mammon ran after them, “I call standing next to her when lucifer makes the portal!”

“we already called it.” beel spoke, walking passed him with belphie next to him, “snooze you lose, mammon,” the youngest spoke, yawing a bit as mammon groaned, “hey! I’m older, so I have more authority!”

soon enough, it was just her and lucifer at the table. she shot a look at him, who still had that stupid handsome grin on his face, “why didn’t you say anything?”

he hummed, grabbing a napkin and wiping his mouth with it, “who am I to crush their spirits?” he spoke, standing up from his chair and walking behind her.

“where are you going?” she asked, following him with her eyes as he placed a hand on her shoulder.

“well, what else? going to inform diavolo of our….upcoming trip.” he rubbed the spot for a bit, before moving the hand to her hair and brushing through it and walking away, “better begin packing.”

she watched as he walked away, hearing his footsteps echo until it was finally quiet. she groaned and rested her head on the table, letting out a long sigh.

she should have just kept her mouth shut.

#x female reader #x reader #fluff #obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me asmodeus #obey me satan #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me x reader #obey me x female reader #obey me lucifer x reader #obey me mammon x reader #obey me leviathan x reader #obey me asmodeus x reader #obey me beelzebub x reader #obey me belphagor x reader

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madthetruemad · 8 hours ago

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Hi hi! It’s your tenant living in your asks box again. I saw that your requests were open. Could I request a mafia boss!Jing yuan with a reader who his men kidnapped by mistake. Like they thought she was the daughter of some politician who wronged them so they kidnapped her by mistake. I imagine Jing yuan would go:

“you know too much, but I would hate to kill you…be my wife?”

I think mafia!Jing yuan would be a manipulative person so he would have his men try to intimidate reader so he could swoop in and save her, kinda like a good cop bad cop and he’s her knight in shining armor.

Song inspo: shameless by Camila cabello

As always, have a nice day <333 and it’s fine if you don’t fulfill the request immediately or you’re uncomfortable with writing this.

There's not a lot that makes me uncomfortable. In fact, there was one instance that made me drop my phone. It was when I was talking with someone on here (they were telling me about their oc and who they ship their oc with) and then they started talking about kinks all of the sudden and sent me collar and leash pictures without any warning whatsoever and even asked me to pick a color and style of collar and leash 😭

Point is, talking about kinks isn't what makes me uncomfortable, it's asking me to pick a color and style for the collar and leash while sending me pictures of said things

MOVING ON I'm cool with talking and writing about anything just don't send me pictures of ... stuff

For clarification, the pictures you send are fine cause they are like normal and cute, you know? And I genuinely like seeing the jy merch you collect and the jy pictures you send

Sorry for the rant... 😔

side note, I love that song! I listened to it yesterday!!!

Mafia Boss!Jing Yuan x Reader

cw; reader is referred to with she/her pronouns

“This isn’t her, you idiot!”

“H- huh? But- but- look at her hair! It’s the same color and style as the daughter’s!”

“Yeah, but daughter is fifteen years old! Does this look like a fifteen year old to you?!”

“No…”

“Right! You just kidnapped a college student! From a college campus! With her college book bag as she was leaving her college class going to the college bus where she will most likely go to her car with what she uses to go to what? College!”

The man who was yelling slapped his hands to his face in defeat, he didn’t know what he was going to do. If they let you then the cops will be on them and the boss already got them off the first time…

“Ok, so I messed up, what are we going to do now?”

The man looked to the one who messed up and then at the door to the room that you were being held in.

“We’ll just have to get rid of her. Hide her body some where and chalk it up to a college student dropping out and running away from her problems.”

“Will the news even believe that?”

“College students have done worse to get out of their studies.”

The man (we’ll call him Dave), grabbed his gun while the one who messed up (he’ll be nicknamed Charlie), followed after him.

“We’ll shoot her in the head to make it quick,” Dave said as Charlie nodded in confirmation.

Opening the door, however, they were greeted with a different sight.

You were already out of your restraints and laughing at some stupid joke, and their boss was sitting with you and smiling in such a way that was unknown to them.

“B- boss?!”

Dave was quick to holster his gun and hide it beneath his jacket.

Jing Yuan’s gaze shifted to the two men, his smile turning into one that was a bit more strained. Oh, they were in trouble.

“Boys, this lovely lady here was just telling me all that has happened to her in the past few hours, to ease her trouble mind I let her out of her restraints and even told her a few jokes to pass the time until you both came back in here.”

“Listen boss, we-,” but Charlie cut himself off with one sharp look from Jing Yuan. His words dying within his throat in milliseconds as he shrunk a little under Jing Yuan’s scrutinizing gaze.

“This mistake will not happen again,” Jing Yuan said as he stood up and held his hand out for you which you found yourself happily taking. Leaving this room with Jing Yuan definitely beat staying in it.

“Yes sir,” the two mumbled as you both passed them by.

“Thank you again, Mr-“

“There is no need for formalities,” he said as he led you up some stairs and away from the dark rooms that you were held in.

You nodded as you continued to hold his hand, “I- I know that you are probably not a good person in the eyes of the law and everything, but- but I promise not to say anything-“

He hushed you gently as he led you down another hall, this one a bit more brightly lit than the other one.

“I’m afraid that isn’t possible.”

“But why-“

He stopped then, making you stop with him as he turned to look down at you. His free hand came up to grab your chin and make you loop up at him. His thumb slowly moving to press against your lips as his eyes lingered there for a moment before flicking up to meet your eyes.

“Because I have many enemies, my dear, and the moment you’re seen leaving and it’s not in a body bag, then I’m afraid you’ll just become a target and hunted down by people who will torture you for information you do not have.”

What he was saying was scaring you, but what you didn’t know was that Jing Yuan was both resourceful and influential. If he wanted to, then he could make it seem like you were invisible as you left his headquarters, but he wouldn’t let you know that.

“So what- I’m supposed to stay here? What about my school? My friends and family?”

“Oh, I’m not saying that those things are being taken from you. In fact, you’re free to go back to your classes and visit friends and family anytime you want once we make sure it’s safe. However, with that in mind, you’ll also be affiliated with me.”

He stopped pressing his thumb to your lips and tugged your chin and you hand he was holding at the same time, forcing you two be even closer to him.

“Affiliated how?”

“News around the town is already saying how you’re my wife, and to better protect you, we might as well make those rumors a reality.”

“Your what?!”

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moonyswifee · 20 hours ago

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Nemesis and Tutors

Remus Lupin x fem!reader [part 2]

summary: enemies to lovers, fem!reader. lingering touches, and gazes held far too long. slow burn.

warnings: swearing, use of y/n, she/her pronouns used for reader, slow burn, mutual pining, oblivious idiots

word count: 1.4k words

a/n: this is the second part in the nemesis and tutors series. if you haven't read the first part, i would advise to read that first, but its fine if you just read this one. its longer than the first part, and its contains detailed and oblivious pining, also contains slow burn, necessary in an enemies to lovers fic lol. hope y'all like it!!

part 1 | part 2

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For the tenth time this week, Remus is thinking why he ever agreed to do this. You were supposed to be at the library 20 minutes ago. Call him self involved, but he is so sure you arrive late on purpose, and that purpose is to annoy him. He makes up his mind that if you don’t show up in the next 5 minutes, he’s leaving.

You stumble into the library, and sit down next to Remus, as always. Before he could say anything, you speak. “Okay, I know, I’m late. I’m sorry. Can we skip the lecture and sarcasm and just start?”

Remus sighs and rolls his eyes. “Fine. Open your textbook.” They start discussing the topic, writing their essays alongside on Boggarts. For a long time, the only sound in the quiet library is your breathing and the sound of quill scratching against parchment.

“If you don’t understand anything, ask me.” Remus says, without looking up from his essay. He was not being nice, it was just his job.

You huff. “I know this.” You say, defensively. Remus just rolled his eyes and resumed writing his essay, not bothering to validate your stubborn demeanor.

You’re halfway through the essay, when you pause. Remus notices but doesn’t say anything, and keeps writing his essay, his head bent over it as he draws out messy letters on the parchment.

For a moment, you just look at him, contemplating. You were stuck, but you had also been so proud right now, and you mentally cursed yourself for that. The streaks of sunlight pouring in through the window on the high end of the library walls reflected on Remus' hair, making it look lighter than its usual sandy brown.

You had never really noticed how Remus was. Look-wise. You had always been too busy coming up with pranks and sarcastic comments and riling him up, to notice how he had really grown. But now that you notice it, you saw why people called him the Casanova of Gryffindor Tower.

Sunlight reflected in his untamed, sandy brown hair, making it look….oddly soft. Scars littered his arms and his face, silvery and thin, you could trace them with your fingers. And you were sure if you saw him shirtless, there would be even more, littered down his chest and abdomen and…

Wait.

What?

You shake your head quickly with furrowed eyebrows. Why were you thinking about Remus shirtless? Jesus. He was your enemy for Merlin’s sake. That was one wrong train of thought. “Uh, Remus?” You spoke a little too softly for your own good, and mentally face palm yourself.

Remus looks up. “What?”

You look down at your book, avoiding his gaze. “So, uh…I don’t really get this part, with the um…” You say, feigning casualty.

Remus smirks slightly, at your downfall of stubborn-ness. “This part?” He asks, pointing to the paragraph in the book, the one you didn’t understand.

You nod, looking at the book. Remus nods slowly, with a small smirk, but starts explaining it to you, without commenting on it.

You’re slightly surprised Remus didn’t seize the opportunity to tease you. He could’ve responded with sarcasm, or laughed or something. Just not…explaining it. Perhaps he was slightly more…tolerable than you had presumed.

As he explained, you could see his scars more clearly. One ran over his eyebrow, and a big one across the bridge of his nose. You knew how they got there, of course, you weren’t stupid. You had figured out in 4th year, that Remus was a werewolf. His friends had not done a proper job of hiding it well. You could see the bags under his eyes, as if permanently carved into his skin. His eyelashes almost brushed against his cheek. They were long, and you thought it was so unfair. His eyes were brown, too. Chocolate brown if the sunlight hits them, you don’t know how you know that.

Your eyes subtly trailed over his face. His slightly crooked jaw, but sharp, Merlin. His hair that definitely needed a cut, falling slightly over his eyes, covering most of his forehead. And his lips were…they looked soft but also chapped, and pink and…

Jesus, you had to get a fucking grip. This is Remus Lupin! The boy we hate, remember? A small voice kept saying in the back of your head. But you couldn’t help but focus on his sweet voice, explaining Boggarts to you as if he were reciting sonnets. He talked with his hands, bony and long, slender fingers. Even his hands were pretty.

“Y/n? Y/n.” He said slightly waving said hand in front of your face.

You blink, startled out of your daze. “Huh? What?”

Remus blinked and looked at you weirdly. “I said, did you understand what I said?”

You nod quickly, and sit up in your chair. “Uh-huh. Yeah. Boggarts, I…I got the gist.”

Remus looks at you unconvinced. “O…kay. Because you know, if you want me to explain it again, I can-“

You shake your head. “No, I got it. It’s fine. Really.” You tuck your hair behind your ears and resume writing your essay, avoiding his gaze and trying to push out all those weird thoughts you just had.

Remus is suspicious that there’s more to it, but he doesn’t push it. He knows how stubborn and defensive you can get. He’s experienced it. He watches as your hair falls over your eyes, and he has the sudden urge to reach out and tuck it behind your ears.

He quickly shakes the thought out. What the hell, Lupin? He thinks this might be result of all his sleepless nights finally catching up on him.

But he still can’t help but wonder what it would be like to touch your hair. It always looked soft, like he could just…run his fingers through it. There were definitely people who got to do that, run their fingers through your hair. The thought makes Remus' stomach churn with jealousy.

He blinks. What? Why was he feeling bad if anyone likes her? It’s not his business, he couldn’t care less. Right?

Remus goes back to writing his essay and vows to sleep tonight.

Remus looks over at your essay after a while, to check that you were on the right track. He leans over to you, close enough that he could smell your perfume. “That’s not correct.”

You look at him, slightly startled by his face so close to yours. You quickly look down at your paper. “Yes it is. Its correct.”

Remus huffs. “No, its not. They’re found in dark spaces, not in a room.” He takes the quill from your hands. His fingers brushing against yours sends a jolt of electricity through you. Remus fixes the mistake, his handwriting scrawled on top of yours.

You couldn’t tear your gaze away from his face, so close to yours. You could smell his scent; books, chocolate, and something distinctly him. You could see his scars up close, the crook of his nose and his shabby hair over his eyes.

“There.”, Remus says, and looks at you. His breath almost hitches as your eyes meet, your breaths mingling. The air feels suddenly charged with something heavy, fragile like broken glass taped together.

Your eyes are really pretty, Remus thinks. His gaze travels from your eyes to your nose, and dips down to your lips, so full and…inviting. He looks back up to meet your gaze. Your heart is racing. Did he just look at your lips? No. Surely not. This was…Remus.

Your hair falls into your eyes slightly and you blink. Before Remus could think about what he was doing, his hand reaches out, and gently tucks the strand behind your ear.

You feel your neck and ears heat up, at his touch. Heat radiates from his hand so close to your skin. Remus suddenly realizes what he’s doing and his hand falls from your ear. You feel your face heat up, you're definitely blushing. You gulp and blink and look away abruptly.

Remus blinks, broken out of the daze. The moment was over, and Remus had screwed up. “I…I’m sorry, I-"

“Hey, look at that! Our time's up.” You say, a little too loudly, and stuff your books into your bag, your hands shaking. Remus drops your quill on the desk and sits back in his chair, his face heated up as he sees you hurrying to leave.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Lupin.” You say with a small forced smile and then turn on your heels and walk away as fast as possible.

You sigh heavily as you walk out of the library, the air outside providing some kind of stability to your crazy, and frankly unstable mind.

One thing was clear: you were definitely not going to be wearing your hair up anytime soon.

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finelinevogue · 6 hours ago

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personal heating pad

summary - you have endometriosis but you're lucky you also have aaron

pairing - aaron hotchner x bau!endo-reader [1.2k]

a/n: i was listening to 'try' by p!nk and inspiration hit plus i am on my period and hating every minute of it... might make this a series? cw: she/her pronouns used

"Son of a..."

You keeled over yourself as another strong, stabbing, pain came across your lower abdomen. You blew out a deep breath before attempting to stand back up.

Periods sucked.

They sucked even worse when you had a condition like endometriosis.

The pain was doubled - sometimes you couldn't even get out of bed. You constantly had a heat pad on your lower abdomen throughout your cycle and you were constantly downing cocktails of medication.

Nothing helped you more - maybe not literally, but at least emotionally - than Aaron Hotchner though.

Your fiancé of 4 months now, Aaron knew all about your battle with endometriosis and yet he still had stuck by you all this time and had even gotten down on one knee.

Previous relationships had always failed because of the knowledge that endometriosis means there's a low chance of having a baby. Aaron chose to stay, though.

"I have Jack and I have you. What more could I need?" You remember Aaron telling you.

"Fuck." You swore as another cramp tore through your happy thoughts.

You had been on the way to get a shower, but even that seemed like too much of a task now thanks to the pain. You sat at the bottom of the stairs in your house, back to the wall as you closed you eyes and breathed through the pain.

Your phone started ringing.

But it was ringing from another room.

Your face scrunched in frustration as you cursed yourself for leaving your phone out of reach. There was no way you were moving from this spot for at least half an hour - you physically couldn't.

<.><.>

On the other side of the city Hotch was pacing in his office.

He sighed as he pulled his phone away from his ear as he heard your voicemail click again.

A knock on the door pulled him away from his internal panic.

"You okay?" Morgan asked.

Hotch sighed again, tucking his phone into his blazer pocket. "Y/N won't answer her phone."

Morgan frowned, "That's not like her."

"No, I know. That's what worries me." Hotch ran his hand over is jaw as he contemplated the next step.

"It's her day off right? She could be out with a friend." Morgan tried to reason with his stressed boss.

"No, it's... She..." Hotch frowned. He couldn't exactly explain why he knew you weren't out with a friend without explaining your condition - something you hadn't told the team and it wasn't his news to spread.

"Okay, well, uh, I'm sure Rossi and the rest of us can hold down the fort if you wanna go check on her." Morgan suggested.

Hotch just gave a meaningful nod in return and didn't waste another minute before leaving his office.

<.><.>

You felt yourself come around as the front door opened.

You hadn't even realised you'd gone to sleep until your eyes reopened. It was hard to know how long you'd been sat on the stairs for now without a clock nearby, but judging by how cold you were you'd say it had been a while.

When Aaron rounded the front door you could tell he was readying to bellow your name, until he saw you sat there.

His heart nearly broke seeing you.

It was so unfair that you had to go through this every month for over half of the month. He would never be able to comprehend how you were so strong to carry on through it.

"Hey sweetheart." Aaron spoke softly.

He came and crouched down in front of where you were still sat on the bottom step. One of his hands came to rest on your knee, whilst the other checked your temperature against your forehead.

"Hi." Your eyes were still heavy. Your arms remained wrapped around yourself as if that would somehow lessen the pain.

"How long have you been here for?"

"How long ago did you leave for work?" You joked.

Aaron smiled along with you but it you could tell it was out of pity more than anything.

Aaron quickly shuffled off his blazer and moved your body slightly so he could wrap it around you. You shivered under the new found warmth, the remanence of his heat still lingered on his jacket.

"You taken any medication?" He asked more seriously.

"No."

"Honey..." Aaron's frown shifted to one of disappointment.

"Don't give me that look." You sighed.

"It's only 'cause I care about you. You know that." Aaron leaned forwards so he could delicately kiss your forehead, careful not to knock you in any way that would hurt you.

"I hate this." You said quietly, tears forming in the corners of your eyes.

"I know." Aaron said, knowing that trying to say anything positive to fill in the sadness was worse than saying nothing at all. You hated it when people tried to spin a positive on this, because there really wasn't one. All you needed was someone to hold your hand through it and you were lucky that that someone was Aaron.

"Thank you for being here."

"Anytime, sweetheart."

<.><.>

It was hours later and you were in your happy place.

Aaron had helped you up the stairs and into the shower. He'd helped you shower and then get into bed without any troubles.

You were enveloped in a large hoodie of his, hood pulled up over your head as you laughed at something Aaron had just said. Both of you were nestled in your bed under the warm light of your salt lamp.

Aaron laid beside you, watching you closely, one arm draped across your waist whilst his fingertips traced soothing patterns against your skin.

You know he hates seeing you in pain, but Aaron knows that distraction—especially his laughter—can sometimes help more than anything else.

“You know, for an FBI unit chief, you’re a surprisingly good nurse.”

A cup of peppermint tea was still warm on your bedside table. You could tell that Aaron was keeping a mental note on how long the tea had left before he would need to go an re-warm it for you. He was too sweet. Your meds were stacked on the side too next to a fresh glass of water.

Aaron chuckled at your silliness, “I'm going to take that as a compliment.”

You turned your head to look at him better, wincing when the movement created a flare up in your lower tummy, “You shouldn’t. You have the same energy as a dad who's trying to help but is just holding out a bottle of ibuprofen like, ‘This fixes everything, right?’”

Aaron shook his head at you, but knowing he had no leverage on reprimanding you right now.

“I am a dad.”

“Jack probably gives you the same ‘you tried’ look I’m giving you right now.” You gave him a deadpan look - trying your best not to laugh.

“Not true. Jack thinks I know everything.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“And yet, you’re still here.”

As if you could move anywhere even if you did want to, you thought to yourself.

“That’s because you’re warm and I refuse to give up my human heating pad.” You brought his hand from your waist to push it down just above your panties.

Aaron knew what to do immediately. He spread his hand over the skin there and it immediately felt like you had a secondary heating pad on - it was magical. There was something so intimate about the situation that was more personal than any sort of sexual act.

The moment was ruined seconds later, “So you’re only using me for my body?” Aaron asked.

You snuggled closer to him, preparing to cash in for the evening, “Obviously.”

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auraisereigh · 1 day ago

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"Conflicted"

chapter eleven

Brennan Sorrengail x Riorson reader Blurb: After her agreement with Brennan, she seeks her brother out to sort her own feelings out wc: 7.3 ☆ SPOILERS FOR THE EMPYREAN SERIES. Talk about conflicted feelings. Grief. Uses pronouns: she/her. i use Star as a nickname as y/n sounds weird, and i'm awful with names.

Masterlist ☆ Dragon guide ☆ Star's story ☆ Empyrean guide ☆ Support me

I find my brother in the mess hall during dinner, he's sitting with Liam, I know Liam from his mother but I've never actually had a conversation with him.

I sit down next to Xaden once I reach their table, he doesn't seem that tense anymore, I suppose the healers gave him some soothing cream or painkillers.

I shift a little closer and lean my head on his shoulder and then it hits me, he's back. He seems to notice the shift in my emotions as his head turns to me, away from his plate. "You okay, little sister?" He asks as he raises a brow. I roll my eyes at the nickname. "Yes, I am, matter of factly okay. Best I've ever been in two months." I say sarcastic and he lets out a small huff of a laugh at my answer.

I look over to where Liam sits and he smiles bittersweet. He has a little sister, of course he would want to see her. My heart aches for him.

I sit back up straight and look at Xaden. "We need to talk." I say quietly. He looks my way and he raises his brow again on question. I give him a pleading look and he gives him.

"Give us a minute." Xaden tells Liam. Liam all but smiles. "Totally fine." He says, his voice understanding.

Xaden grabs my arm and pulls me up from my chair to my feet, letting go once we start walking. We don't speak, I don't even look at him. All I'm doing is going over what I wanna say to him once we're behind closed doors.

We walk up the stair case to the second floor and he opens the door to the family quarters for me, waiting for me to go first as he holds the door open.

I walk through and he follows closely, closing the door behind him. I stop at the couch, not sitting down but leaning against it.

The first time I saw my brother earlier it didn't last long as my anger took over but now I feel calmer, more relieved that he's here.

"How did the healers go?" I ask softly. I don't wanna remember what I saw on his back. The cuts, some healing, some not. "Good, they just cleaned them up again. Told me to come back again tomorrow for a check up." He shrugs. I shouldn't have expected anything else.

He steps closer, his much taller from towering over me. "Are you okay?" He asks with a raised brow. "You stormed out of the assembly room like you were going to light something on fire." I look away. How am I supposed to explain to my brother that the son of the woman who cut in his back is here, living, and that after I stormed out I yelled at him?

"I'm.... Confused- more like conflicted." Even my voice comes out confused. "Why?" It's a simple question yet I stay quiet, searching for the right words to explain it.

"What would you do... If you're friends with someone who you don't know at all, only to find out that he is not the person you thought he is but the person you know think he is isn't him either?" That has got to be the worst explanation the lord has ever heard. His brow stays raised. "You're talking about the Sorrengail." He states. Wait, he knows? "You're aware of it." I state back.

"Yes, they wanted me to know in case I would find out the way you did. Which is, what I'm assuming, your conflict?" He asks but it's clear in his eyes that he already knows the answer.

I stay quiet, not knowing what to say. His mother cut into Xaden's back, yet he seems to have less conflicted feelings than I do.

I take a deep breath. "Naolin died..." I start, my voice instantly starts wavering, emotions building up. His eyes soften. "I'm sorry, Star."

I ignore his apology, it's not his fault anyway. It's dad's. "Brennan was dying and Naolin gave his life for Brennan's. Naolin was smart, he wouldn't just do that for anyone..." I sniff a few times before continuing. "Which let me to trust Brennan. Until I found out who his mother was and ever since i... I can't look at him the same anymore. All I see is the son of the woman who did so much harm to us, to our people..." I feel a few tears fall down my cheek but I wipe them away. "I want to trust him, to know him and his connection to... Naolin. But everytime I try something happens like you coming back and she cut into your back and all the effort I put in to look over who his mother is just crumbles. Shatters in a thousand pieces that I can't put together anymore." I finish. And by the end of that I'm hugging myself in an attempt to comfort myself. I let out a deep breath.

After a moment of silence he speaks up. Unlike him, usually I just vent to him, he comforts me and that's that. Not advice. "And you're judging him because of his mother? Or because your gut tells you something is wrong with him?" He ask patient. He knows there's no point in rushing me.

"His mother." I admit in a whisper. It sounds awful, judging someone based on their parents and their actions even when a child cannot control what their parents do and it doesn't mean that you're your parents child that you're like them. He doesn't even need to say anything, I know where my mistakes lie but how to fix them...

It's like he can read my mind, not so abnormal for siblings to know each other but still. "Talk to him." He says encouraging. "Ask him what you need to know, what you need to start figuring things out when it comes to him." He keeps his voice slightly encouraging and reassuring.

Well Brennan had scheduled a... Date? Meeting? Whatever it is. It's now Wednesday, and he said he'd come pick me up at Friday night. So that means that Friday night I can try again to put the pieces back together when it comes to him.

I nod at him, showing him that I understand what he's saying and that I will take the advice.

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Later that night xaden and I sit on the couch of the family quarters, quiet, while we're eating. It's handy that the family quarters has its own kitchen, downside, almost all the food was expired. I still managed to find some things in the kitchen of the mess hall and one of the employees told me she'd bring some food up tomorrow so we could cook here. Not that that's the best idea, I'm pretty sure I would burn down the kitchen if I tried.

I look Xaden's way again, he hasn't said a word. He's just quietly eating his food. I know it's selfish but I need to know. I build up my courage and speak. "Did you still see dad? You know, after... he got captured." My voice is a quiet whisper.

He stops with what he's doing. He doesn't look at me, he just stares at his plate and it's clear he won't say anything. "M' sorry." I mumble. I stare at my plate, my mind hollow. The ache in my heart still hurts and it feels as if the wound in my heart still bleeds.

"I got to say goodbye." Xaden mumbles from the other side of the couch. "It wasn't much, not long but enough." His voice stays a mumble. Tears prick in my eyes and the ache in my heart hurts more. "What did he say?" I ask and my voice wavers over the question.

Xaden sits up straight and places his plate on the table. "Not much, that he loved us, that we had to take care of each other. The stuff you would expect." His voice takes a hint of coldness and I know I'm pushing. I know I shouldn't push him, it's selfish but I need to know. "He told me he has two letters in his office for us." I blink at that, I spend the first week back cleaning almost everything out, just to make sure I wouldn't miss anything for a possible future rebellion. I never found letters. Maybe I put them in one of the sorted boxes? Maybe he moved them and forgot it? He had been interrogated and... Tortured... Xaden probably saw him after that happened.

I can't help but reach out with my hands to his head, like a memory reader would. The red veins of magic appear on my hands. "Don't." He bites and I automatically retreat. "I know what you're gonna do. You don't want to see it." He says, his tone as sharp. I stay frozen in my spot, I'm used to Xaden not being the most emotional person but he was never this cold with me. I pushed too far too soon and the guilt seeps in, my heart starts hurting for another reason, that I had pushed my little brother to talk about things he wasn't ready for, after everything he'd been through and every burden he had to carry because I wasn't there for him. "I'm sorry." It's not enough but it's the only thing I can offer right now.

"I know why you wanna see it, you want to be sure but this is not something you need to see." His voice is a little softer but there is still an audible hint of cold. I can't blame him.

I get up from the couch, putting my plate on the table as well. I walk past Xaden, giving him a small goodnight kiss on his forehead and walk away but not in the direction of my room, but not that far away either.

☆

My hand trembles when I reach for the door handle and open it, the strong scent that I always associated with my dad still hangs in the air and emotions, just like the last few weeks, threaten to overwhelm me. I walk in the room and close the door behind me. Everything about this room reminds me of him, it's why I've avoided this room like the black death.

I don't bother to look for the letter, I'm too tired for that. Finding those letters will be something I'll do another day.

I make my way to his bed, he probably has the largest bed of all of us, the silk, beige sheets are neatly placed on the bed, pillows puffed up. His night stand holds normal things for a nightstand, unlike mine. A few candles, a book, a picture from when we were little. I know he keeps more pictures in the drawer.

I lay down on his bed and my body relaxes immediately. The scent of sandalwood, mint and vanilla hit hard. I pull at the sheets to cover myself. The warmth providing a protective barrier. His window is closed but the moonlight shines through. I stare at it until I fall asleep.

And dream of memories with my dad.

☆

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tryingahandinholdingapen · 1 day ago

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thinking about the "consensual but not safe or sane tag" but like. what if instead of referring to sex it was referring to Tobirama's dubiously ethical science?

Imagining a fic/universe in which Tobirama is actually pretty well liked by his clan because he invents so much cool stuff they can then use (seals, jutsu including healing jutsu, knowledge, miscellaneous inventions) but you know, Tobirama needs to test things out sometimes. Theory is all well and good but ideally you don't want to be testing something for the very first time when you actually NEED it to work. But the ethics are. Dubious

Like he'll make sure he's certain of the theory before he does anything, and if applicable he will try to test it on mice or something before leaping to human testing. But if animal testing would be difficult/impossible for a particular invention (including diagnostic or healing jutsu, and some combat jutsu) he WILL just jump straight to human testing. Also sometimes "certain of the theory" means "I am certain one of two things will happen here, one of which is the desired result and the other...Isn't."

When talking human experimentation he prefers his subjects to be allies if possible. This is partly because of Hashirama (he assumes Tobirama wouldn't do anything too unethical/harmful to their allies, which may or may not be a flawed assumption but so far hasn't been an issue) but mostly because Tobirama is like. Well. One of the main advantages of testing something on humans is that they can give me coherent feedback on exactly what they experienced/felt/etc,but if the human in question is a prisoner or captured enemy they'll probably just fucking lie to me about it and that would impede further research quite significantly. Nah. Best stick to allies as test subjects

I want to say this is a universe in which a) because naruto-verse is so anachronistic and what people know is further complicated by jutsu vs technology vs keeping secrets, Tobirama's first step in helping the Senju clan develop the more complex healing jutsu was "figure out anatomy"; AND b) rumours abound about Senju Tobirama being an evil mad scientist who aims to steal bloodline limits and experiments on prisoners and there's always screaming coming from his lab... most people either fully believe this or are like "I'm sure he doesn't do any unethical experiments or test anything on humans or hurt anyone at all ever (except in battle/missions)" both of which are, of course, wrong. Just, in opposite directions

Anyway

Scenario in which an insignificant Senju is captured by another clan (Uchiha? or would it be funnier for them to learn secondhand?) and one of the first things the captors are discussing is after stripping them of weapons etc and possibly changing their clothes (look its pretty standard practice to have ninja wire, senbon, etc hidden in your clothes, it's a BAD IDEA to leave a prisoner in the clothing they had prior to capture) is "hey what the hell are these scars about?? were they tortured before or something??"

(okay pronouns are getting confusing with using plural they for captors+singular for prisoner+he for Tobirama so I'm deciding the prisoner uses she/her for sake of easy comprehension with pronouns for now)

And so at some point they question the prisoner and she's p out of it (concussion and or drugs and or shock and or genjutsu so she answers p easily she's like "which scars?"

and whoever is leading the questioning goes, "well, for starters, these scars here. when were you tortured and who by? how did you escape? (subtext: is this smth we need to be aware of/take into account and also how do we stop you escaping us the same way?)"

and she pauses a moment because what "I've never been tortured?? this is also the first time I've been captured. embarrassing really. normally people just try to kill me s'not like I'm important"

and the leader goes "..okay. how did you get these scars then?" whilst another of their group talks over them to say "wtf do you MEAN you've never been tortured it looks like someone cut you apart!"

and she goes "lab day :)"

and the leader takes a hint from the interruptor's wild gesturing to press "...how does a 'lab day' entail being cut apart?"

and she, alarmingly casually given shes talking about her own insides, clarifies "well, anatomy studies. duh. hard to study the insides of a person when the outsides are in the way, yknow?"

alarmed silence

"just cut...there, and there", jerking her chin towards two horizontal scars on one arm, "line between them..." there is indeed another scar connecting them, like a poorly proportioned H, "..and then pull the skin back to see underneath."

more horrified silence

"like flaps! or the pages of a book!" she continues (un)helpfully, "and then you draw out what you see under the skin, ideally with annotations and stuff. we've got some pretty good charts now"

"...and you say you've never been tortured before."

"nope!"

"and you don't classify that as torture because..?"

she's all blank confusion

"torture is damage or genjutsu or emotional pain inflicted by an enemy with the intention of extracting information and/or causing a victim to suffer," she reels off by rote. "that, another jerk of chin towards the scars in question, "was none of those?"

"...right."

"well I guess technically it was an attempt to extract information, yknow, the information being 'what does the inner arm look like in this spot', but if that alone classified it as torture then every conversation and observation would also be classified as torture, so..." she's still really out of it and getting distracted

"..of course. so your captor wasn't intending for you to suffer, even though you still have scars even now?"

"I mean, this was like. five months ago. I scar real easily but I also heal pretty well so those ones should be almost invisible in maybe three years?" she frowns belatedly processing "hey! captor's a bit harsh. I only had any restraints at all because I get real fidgety real quick and I kept moving too much when I tried to see what was happening. not a good idea to move around when someone's got their hands in your insides. my cousin is way better at staying still and still seeing what's going on, lucky bitch, so doesn't have to deal with restraints at all"

"you were conscious when this happened."

"yeah?"

"surely if they didn't want you to suffer the easiest option would have been to just knock you out until you had recovered from the.. injury. keeping you awake and not suffering, as you insist you werent, seems far more complicated"

she's kind of confused by this "well, yeah it was sort of complicated to figure out and implement and stuff but if I wasn't aware that wouldn't be nearly as useful?"

"...what"

"well. in this PARTICULAR case I guess it didn't really matter but USUALLY on lab days being aware is helpful. tobirama-sama says one of the top reasons to use human subjects is you can actually get active feedback on how they're affected since they can just tell you"

one of the interrogators, somewhat further from her and (mistakenly) too loudly not to be heard "god fucking DAMNIT I thought those rumours were exaggerated"

#senju tobirama #senju tobirama and his unethical science that his clan are way too chill with #my own posts

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apollos-boyfriend · 6 months ago

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i’m probably nonbinary but i have a fruitless and ultimately self-destructing revenge plot to carry out so idc about that rn

#icarus speaks #thinking about cpurpled again can u tell #i think it’d be really funny if like for 90% of the smp he was just ur average cishet man #but then somewhere in the months he spent alone in the las nevadas arc #he was like. what if i used she/her pronouns #and then NEVER thought about it again bc he had a duck to roast #it goes against every cpurp identity headcanon i have however it’s such a funny image #him hunkered in his fuckass cave with only a corpse and his dog #and going ‘hm. i wonder about this neopronouns stuff’#then going back to fantasizing about wringing quackity’s neck

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uselessmoonlight · 1 day ago

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Stranger part 16

Reader is Telemachus' friend, and when he leaves for his "diplomatic mission" he asks her to watch over his mother. Later, once the king has returned, she stumbles upon an injured Poseidon.

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“What do you mean?” Ónoma questioned, turning around to face the king. She heard Perikles gulp beside her. Had they not stood as close as they did, she would not have heard it. Taking notice of their improper proximity in public, she took as step away from him.

“There’s no need for theatrics, Ónoma, there’s no one around to see.” The old king spoke, meanly. Once again he placed his scrutinizing gaze upon her.

“I truly have no idea what you are talking about, sir. Is it because of my guest?” The man laughed at her, but quieted down at the look on the girl’s face. “You truly have no idea who is standing beside you?”

She looked at her guest,brows furrowed in confusion. “What is he talking about, Perikles?” She asked, emphasizing his name. The king laughed once more.

“Is that what he told you? Perikles? And you believed him?”

“I-” She paused, confusion etched on her face, switching her gaze between the two men. “I had my suspicions at first, but his eventual honesty gave me no reason to question him.”

“Your little guest-” The king started, but he was interrupted by the man he spoke of.

“I am Poseidon Enesidaon, you have shown me great kindness, and do not deserve to be caught in my feud with Odysseus.” He faced her as he spoke, but could not look her in the eyes.

“You deceived me.” Ónoma stated, matter of factly. “How far would you have gone?” She asked, anger in her voice. “Had you not have been discovered tonight, would you have taken it further? Was this just a game to you?” Her anger was clouded by her sadness. She had been foolish, it had been a good thing she’d been too busy today and they day before, for he might have tried to bed her. She felt used, stupid. “Was it a jest? To call me smart when I could not even see you for who you really were?”

Odysseus had not realized the depth of their connection; had thought she was after the prince. Possibly working with Poseidon to get rid of him and seize the throne, or just helping him so she could be with her love. He saw now that she had no interest in his son, nor taking his power, she was no enemy of his. How could it be? He was so certain, especially after what she’d said at the dining table.

“You were not stupid; I did not recognize him either.” A new voice sounded. Athena. So she wasn’t crazy, she had been followed by an owl. She looked at the Goddess, her words meant to comfort, but it was no use, still she gave her a grateful but weak smile.

Ónoma turned to face the king once more. “I’m sorry your majesty, I did not know I was harbouring an enemy of the kingdom. If you’d forgive me for my foolishness I will be eternally grateful.” She did not sound like herself, she’d never spoken so formally to the royals of Ithaca. They’d always been her friends, family even.

“Chin up, child, you are not in trouble. There has been no harm done, nor was that your intention.”

“May I leave?”

“You may.” He dismissed her. Perikles or Poseidon turned to her, wanting to say something, but she gave him no chance to do so.

The sight of her home did not comfort her like usual. The extra room left a bitter taste in her mouth, the evidence of Perikles’, no, Poseidon’s presence stung. She did not know where to rest, so she sat on one of her chairs.

The God showed up after half an hour, standing in the doorway. He looked at her expectantly, but she did not know what more he could want from her. “Aren’t you going to offer anything to your guest?” He jested.

She looked at him, silently. Did he truly expect her to do so? Thought she would’ve ‘cooled down’ after a mere thirty minutes? No apology in sight, no explanation? “Who do you think I am? I have been nothing but honest to you these past days, you should know better than to-” She stopped herself. This man, this God, who she’d thought to be her friend, possibly more, viewed her as nothing more than a dumb woman. “You have broken the rules of hospitality, there is no place in my home for you, even if you are a God.” She’d spat the word, if he’d smite her for it, then so be it.

“You are angry, I-” He started, but she cut him off. Telling him to leave. He did not question her command.

Now that she was truly alone, she let her tears fall. She was angry, yes, but she was sad even more so. Gods truly brought her nothing but trouble.

Next.

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