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rimaiahwrites · 1 year ago

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Connie catches you playing with his gun… short spanking, bratty behavior, softish dom!connie, sub!black!reader, aftercare, fluffy.

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Your stomach growled as you stood up from the bed and went to the kitchen to grab something to eat, then went to sit in the living room with Connie, “hi my handsome boyy.” You grinned as you leaned in to kiss him on the lips. He ignored you, mumbling a quick “wassup” while aggressively clicking on the buttons of his controller.

You huffed loudly, Connie was paying you no attention today because he was too busy on the game with his homeboys, eren, jean and ony. You pouted and laid your chin on his shoulder “Bubba you’re not paying attention to me” you whined. His eyes still glued to the tv not hearing a word you just said but apparently all the boys talking through his headset did because you could their loud asses asking for you to say hi, so you grabbed the headset from Connie and placed it on your head. “Hi boys yes it is I the princess.” They all chuckled and each said their hi’s and hello’s.

“Where you been at girl?” Eren asked, the group hasn’t hung out in a minute because normally the kickbacks were at yall house but since Connie been working way more lately nobody has really had the time to hang out.

You huffed and looked over at Connie giving him the side eye, “nothing just at home dealing with your annoying ass brother he’s been ignoring me all day-“ before you really finish Connie snatch the headset from you. You flipped him off and grabbed your phone to go back up stairs. “She tripping y’all know she spoiled as fuck.” Stomping your back up stairs to your room to find something to do and just as you walked past the dresser Connie’s gun was just sitting there. Curiosity got the best of you and you grabbed the heavy weapon, it looked so big in your hand compared to the way it looked in Connie’s. You pulled your bonnet off and posed in front of the mirror with it in your hand, your finger off the trigger. You giggled.

Maybe I need one I look like a boss bitch for real. You thought.

“Y’all niggas tripping man gimme my shit!” You whispered yelled putting the gun up and pointing it at the mirror playing like you was a gangsta like mr. baldie down stairs. You kept playing around with his loaded gun saying all the things you hear him say to people whenever he has to pull his gun out, which was only twice because he always tries to be on his best behavior when he has you around, he didn’t really like you seeing him like that or to put you in a position to be harmed with the nonsense he deals with. you were his little princess and he wanted you kept in the dark about all the stuff he puts himself into.

So he definitely didn’t playing with his gun so imagine the shook on your face when his deep voice said loudly “what the hell is you doing?” snatching the gun out your hand and placed in his waist band. “Huh? Nothing I-I was just-“

“Just what? Playing with my loaded gun? Which you know you ain’t supposed to be doing you know the rules”

“I know i was Broad you wasn’t paying me any attention!” You pouted crossing your arms, he fake pouted back and bend down to your height, “oh so you think just because I wasn’t going you my full undivided attention for a couple hours you can break the rule and go against what I say?” Hissed as he sat down on the edge of the bed, staring at you very angrily like he was up to something, it made you very nervous so you stayed as far away from the bed as possible. “Co’ mere” he said lowly making the come here motion with his finger, you stood there hands behind your back playing with the end of Connie’s over sized shirt that laid at the back of your thighs.

“Now y/n.” He said sternly making you jump a little as you made your way over to him. He grabbed you and flipped you on your face, your face was planted on the bed and your ass laid across his legs. You gasped when he pulled your shirt- well his shirt up over your booty and pulled your pink lace panties down to expose your bare skin.

“Con please no.”

“You know you ain’t supposed to be playing wit’ daddy’s gun, you know better so what happens when you don’t follow the rules?”

“I get Punished, but-“ he chuckled and pulled his hoodie off.

“Ain’t no buts, you getting 20 and don’t lose count because if you do imma start over.” He said raising his hand high up and smacking you hard on the plump of your ass making you jump, you gasped loudly reaching back to grab his hand.

“Move your hands, now put them under your chin.” He popped your hands making you whine and quickly hide them away from him. He spanked you again, the tears began to come, you tried your best to keep the sobs in but his rough hands kept coming down on your bottom so hard making it sting.

What made it even worse was you weren’t used him being so mean, your daddy has barely raised his voice at you let alone spank you as a punishment, the most he has done was give you light soft spanks when you would act up when he was in your guts. You almost didn’t know if your were crying from the pain or your feelings being hurt.

“Papa please no more!” You cried

“Nah I already told, never touch my guns so why I come up here to see you playing with it?” He asked hitting you again. You almost couldn’t get your words out

“I-I didn’t put my finger on the trigger!” You screamed.

“That doesn’t matter I told you not to touch it at all, what if you accidentally shot it? Huh? What if you accidentally shot yourself?” he was so mad and you could tell by the way his grip on your waist was getting tighter and his hand was coming down harder making your ass jump, his hand felt hot and your ass you were sure was a bright red by now. Him even thinking about you hurting yourself with HIS gun made him feel a little sick, he didn’t play about you.

You were on the last five spanks and you just couldn’t take it anymore so without thinking of the consequences you reached back and grabbed his hand looking him in the eyes with your big brown teary eyes. “Papa please no more m’ so sorry won’t do it again..” you pouted, you felt like you were in a daze. Connie could see it in your eyes that you were deep in sub space, you looked so far gone. His heart melted and pulled you up to face him.

“Ok baby no more.”

He grabbed your chubby cheeks and kissed your lips softly.

“You won’t ever do that again mama?” You shook your head fast. “I p-promise, never ever again.” You sniffled. Putting your head in his neck breathing his scent in deeply. He smiled and leaned back against the pillows resting against your headboard, he rubbed your back trying to sooth your sniffles and hiccups. He looked down and saw that your bottom was a dark red and big hand prints covering it. He put his hands on it and you jumped a little and let out a whine. He cringed a little, his poor baby he thought even if it was for your own good.

“I just wanna keep you safe and I can’t do that if you don’t listen to what I tell you sweetheart you understand?” You nodded your head still keeping your head in between his neck and shoulder. After a few minutes of silence you spoke very softly keeping your voice very low. “Are you still mad at me?”

“Look at me,” he demanded holding your face in his big vainly hands. “I’m not mad anymore ok? And you did such a good job at taking your punishment mama, my big girl.” He mumbled kissing you all over your face and neck.

“You deserve a reward for taking it like a good girl, what do you want? A new Prada bag? Shoes? Ice cream? Anything you want.”

“Mm…” you said patting your chin in thought. “How about a new bag and ice cream?” And Connie agreed because you were his spoiled good girl…most of the time.

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Might do a part2 cuz it’s not as long as I wanted but just wanted to get this out

#connie x you #connie springer #connie x black y/n #connie x black reader #aot connie #connie snk #dom!Connie stringer #dom!connie #black!sub!reader #black!sub #dom!connie x sub!reader #aot x black reader #aot x reader #aot x y/n #aot fanfiction

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xochimillilili · 1 year ago

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◇ About + DNI ◇

Recently updated !!! OoOoO you wanna see how long my kink list is now sooo bad oOOoOo

Asks: open Dms: loosely open

Welcome to my blog~ My name is Xochimilli, feel free to call me Xochi or sir. A 21 year old switchy vers genderqueer boygirl cat thing, It/He pronouns (yes capitalized :3)

If you cannot handle different time zones and the fact others lives out of kink, don't even bother. Asks will not be answered right away !!!

Time Zone: GMT -6 • Mexico City

♡ My puppy ♡

My pup is the sweet good boyy @onetiredpup, or 🫀 puppy who I lovee and adore so so soooo much 💛 THE BOYFRIEND LOVEY BABY PUPPY COW MY SWEET DARLING BOY AND PUPPY HUSBAND PRINCESS AND SWEET LITTLE ONE 💛💛💛💛💛 A A AAAAAA AA AAAAAAA KISSING HIM KISSING HER HUGGING THEM SO TIGHTLY

◇Anons◇

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I reccomend not to interact if you just want the horny!!! I will rb anything n everything I want <3

◇DNI◇

Raceplay, and ED blogs dni, if you cause harm to others dni, I can and will block anyone I want to, this is my safe space. Minors, ageless blogs and terfs fuck off, I will block you

◇ Kinks ◇ Limits + more under cut ◇

Kinks◇

Petplay • Impact play • Soft Degradation + Praise • Bondage • Piss/Omo • Mommy/Daddy • Somno • Breeding • Pregnancy • Edging + Cum Denial • Free Use • Sub/Dom • Fauxcest • Light Knifeplay • CNC • Intox • Medical play • Exhibitionism • Voyeurism • Light Humiliation • Temperature play • Biting/Marking • Primal • Royalty play • Lactation/Milking • Musk/scent • Blood • Cockwarming • Wax/Candle play • Stalking • Kidnapping • Objectum • Pain play/Physical Injury • Possesiveness • Forcemasc • Monsterfucking • Gore (will not post about it) • Cannibalism (will not post about it)

Limits◇

My limits !! I either don't enjoy them personally or can't do/write for them !!! I do try my best to block these tags !!! Bold = probable instant block

•Height difference (woahs dysphoria creator 9000) • Scat • Inflation • Detrans/Misgendering • Raceplay • Brat taming (I am too soft/socially not skilled enough for it) • Vomit • Beast • Cheating • Older men/ younger women • AB/DL • Hypno • Sissy • Weight gain/Loss + Feederism • calling me or my writing scary :( call me anything else, but not scary :(

Subby Xochi shit

For if you wanna try n dom/top me, I won't put up a fight. Go ahead and just shut me up and put me in place for a while

Kinks

Petplay (kitty/bunny), incredibly soft degradation, lots of praise, piss, omo, somno, breeding, pregnancy, edging/cum denial, humiliation, CNC, free use, alcohol intox, biting/marking, royalty play, laction/milking, cockwarming, pain play, possesiveness, forcemasc, mommy, fauxcest

Size difference but only in regards to my genitals when I am bottoming, please don't include it when I am topping I will cry and not in a hot way, but in a dysphoric miserable horrid way

Terms I use

Feminine and masculine terms are both so cool !!! Call me good girl and princess, but remember I do ID as a man partly !!! Kitty words and refering to my genitals as princess/ kitty parts is so woaghs ♡ I got a cock, a cunt, pussy, tdick, clit, etc go wild lmao

Petnames that make me explode more than normal lol ♡: Princess !!!, kitty, bitch, little boy !!!, sweetie, cutie, my love !!! make shit up I will explode at most things lmao

My puppy's good boy chart ♡

Good boy chart for my lovely puppyyyyy, my sweet boyfriend @onetiredpup 💛 So so sooo excited for using it with him !!!! Will update it as they get stickers :3 so everyone can see what a good boy she is~

based off @/droolypupboy's chart !!!!

◇ More: (aka xochi doesn't stfu<3)

I am literally just queer, in gender and sexuality, I am just a queer fuck !!!! My gender is just I am God, because I fucking am God. I have a boyfriebd. I have a boyfriend. Did I mention I have a boyfriend? I have a boyfriend and I love him I love my boyfriend with my whole being 💛

Dom top leaning switch, just do whatever you want

Autistic and ADHD, and a smoothie of mental shit, and chronically pained– Age regressor will always log out before regressing. Also a full time student, don't fret if I don't answer right away~

Living in a shit ass town, long periods of silence are usually due to floods or power outages, or when age regressing.

◇Xochi is a real person I am not horny all the time lmao

A former part time librarian and part time English teacher now graphic design student ^_^ i am trying to create a good future for myself and create the life I want <3

Crybaby, stupid mental illness disaster, hypersexual so go ahead n do whatever

I like stuff apart from masturbating and being horny~ Like drawing, Sky: Children of the Light, Sanrio (My Melody my beloved ♡), Percy Jackson, Artemis Fowl, Pretty Cure, Aurora, Snoopy, plushies and cooking to name a few things I like, so don't be afraid to just talk about my interests! I'm not scary I promise :]

Yayyy yippee congrats for getting through this long ass thing !!! Star for you~ ☆

#xochimilli writes #<- original writing yippeee #🫀puppy #<- posts written for and with my puppy baby lover in mind♡#🫀💛#<-rbs for my puppy husband ♡#xochimilli speaks #<- i dont shut up random shit #xochimilli answers◇#<-asks !!!#xochimilli comfort #<-softer cuter more comfy/fluffy writings #xochi is the breeding bitch #< sub/bottom tag for me lmao #☆lynn no mires☆#< irl stuff tag

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krav3nn · 1 year ago

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Tokio hotel head canon: getting a pet and naming it after them

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⚝ BILL KAULITZ ⚝

➦ when you told him you told him you had a surprise for him he was very excited

➦ but when you came in there with a puppy?!?! He jumps up and down LIKE HE DID IN THE “jumbie” VIDEO (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )

➦ he would be so thankful and happy, he’d just run up to you and kiss all over your face playfully and then go to grab the puppy

➦ he’d sit on the floor and play with the puppy, using a baby voice when he speaks to the dog while you’re just there admiring him

➦ when he asked the dogs name and you said “billy” he literally DIEDD!! he looked at you with the softest face ever and started to tear up

➦ the dog LOVES bill and bill treats the puppy like his son, you guys are like a cute little family with Billy!

☠︎︎TOM KAULITZ☠︎︎

➦ when you told him you had a surprise he was kinda suspicious, tom being Tom, he would immediately think you were gonna show him somthing sexual

➦ when you showed him a CAT?! All I can say is pickachu surprised face. My man was SHOCKED.

➦ His rough exterior immediately broke and he ran to you to hold the cat.

➦he asked it’s name while looking at the cat and holding it like a baby.

➦ when you said tommie he looked at the cat with adoration

➦ Tommie, that’s…thats fucking adorable” tom would say as he would lift up the cat, Simba style. Tommie is toms DAUGHTER! he’d hold her like a little baby :,3

𝄞 GEORG 𝄞

➦ you walked into you and George’s house where tokio hotel was preforming with a dog kennel.

➦ when Georg saw the kennel, he looked at you like, “ what did you do 🤨”

➦ when you finally broke the news that you got him a DOG?! bro was very excited, though he wouldn’t show it. He just had a sweet smile on his face but in his head he was doing backflips

➦ he would be like “who’s a good boyy~!” “You’re such a cutie.” But then he asked the dogs name.

➦ quiet literally fell to his knees on the floor, died, was resurrected then died again. He gasped like 100 times. “GEORGIE?!?! that’s so cute 🥲”

➦ He would give you so many “thank you’s” and kisses. He’d be so so happy and thankful. He loves his baby’s.

☾GUSTAV ☽

➦ he was just chilling on the couch when you came in and ran to y’all’s shared bedroom. He’d be so confused. Normally you kissed him and said hi before you went to y’all’s room

➦ when you came out and grabed his hands and lead him to y’all’s bedroom with an excited smile.

➦ you put your hands in front of his eyes and walked him in the room

➦ baby boy was in LOVE with the cat when he saw it. When he did see the cat he cooed and started tearing up

➦ He wanted to know it’s name right away. And when you said “Gustavee” he looked at you like “☺️🤔😦😭” when I tell you he BALLED his eyes out, he did

➦little baby feels so loved and special that you named yalls cat after him. He just put the cat in this lap and cried. It’s safe to say he was so protective of Gustavee.

➦ when other tokio hotel members come over and pick up and and pet her, he’s like, “be careful!” “Be gentle y’all she’s fragile 😠”

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Thank you, @billkaulitzishot for requesting!!!

IM SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG, my fucking screen time went off and I couldn’t access tumbler. But my mom doesn’t know that I can disable it past 12 am so 🗿

#bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz #tom kaulitz x reader #georg listing #georg listing x reader #gustav schäfer #gustav schafer x reader #tokio hotel x reader

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leorawright · 1 year ago

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Don't fully know if you've done one, but I have many ideas. For instance, Hc's for oni!reader with oni!genji and demon!hanzo? Like, imagine meeting this absolute tank of a being who's just taller and hot (cough cough) just an absolute unit.

Have a nice day 🫡

Hope you don't mind, but I just did this with the normal brothers instead of making them oni too

Shimada brothers with an oni partner

Hanzo

ooooh boyy you have no idea how flustered he was when he first met you

You were just so impressive and intimidating, and while Hanzo looked calm on the outside on the inside, he was so blushy

He was always surprised when you'd walk up and talk to him or protect him in battle but it only fueled his growing crush

Sometimes, he'll get distracted in battle and just watch you fight with a look of awe

Genji

He's always loved stories about oni's and you're just as impressive as he imagined an oni to be

He'd be ecstatic if you let him sit on your shoulders since you're so tall

He'll always talk about how cool and strong you are to just about anybody

When you happen to go on a mission with him, he'll talk to you the whole time and maybe even flirt with you a bit ;)

#overwatch x reader #genji x reader #hanzo x reader

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saintfrancis-ofassisi · 1 month ago

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Wsp Eleanor! I'm genuinely interested in the OCs u keep posting about lol do you have some sort of lore for them or smth ?

hihi!! ohhh boyy i have so much lore for em n ill be happy to share !!!

sooo starting with my first real kinda big project, tranquility. (its a mashup fanfic based on the concept of tranquility base hotel and casino, the monument mythos, andd the secret history.)

the main character (also the one ive made the most art of) is mark schwartz (his name is a reference mix of the song n alex turner's persona) . so he was born on a smaller sheep farm in england n yea grows up normal n boring. he moves to sheffield for college, but after two years he gets the news that his father died. so he moves back to the farm to help his mother. she dies like a few months later from natural reasons. now mark is alone in this world n he hates it. (also this takes place from the 60s-70s) so he ups n moves to america. what he doser know is that theres a giant monster under it n a alternate reality where your head gets ripped off and turned into a government blimp (i think its canon in mm, but i dont remember lol) so he gets a giant industrial level cattle ranch in a small town in nebraska ULTRA cheap from some dude tryin to leave as fast as he can. (he found out though a magazine) so mark moves in n yea. he sell all the cattle to gai back what money he lost on the farm. SO this is where the second mc comes in /another oc

sherrible clemens (sherri). so her family has always lived in the small town (no name rn) n they are ultra religious (most of the town is). they only know stories of the special trees n all bcs it hasnt affected them yet. anyways when shes thirteen she gets in a hunting accident and kills her best friend in a smallish scrubby forest outside the town. n shes so scared of hell n god n like shes in shock but her first thought is to hide the body so she pushes it under a tree and BOOM it disappears n she finds a real special tree. basicly she said that her fried got lost n everyone bought it. so know she knows n her whole life is ruined blah blah blah she becomes vry manipulative n hides everything n yea her life is kinda normal until mark comes. so like hes nEw and all so the whole town is all over him n like mark n sherri are some of the only youngish adults so ofc they kinda bond later become friends n all n yea its all ok or whatever untill like a few months later when sherri decides to go to college in vermont (anything to get away from her crime) so she does n idk what she studies but theres an undercover agent who befriends her i hope of gettin more info on special trees/wonderlad bcs the government thinks bcs she killed someone n sent them to wonderland she has more info or whatever. she she falls for it and again shes in college for around two years n they are a bit more than friends when she fids some notes hes been takin on her n like in a fit of rage she kills him near a gully n runs away back to nebraska where mark is gone wOw ( they lost contact in the first year) SOMEHOW mark got connections n built a hotel and casino on the moon

idk man but anyways hes up there n gets news that sherris back so he sends her a ticket or whatever to get up there n like she comes to say goodbye bcs she wants to kill herself. so when she gets up there she breaks down n all and mark is like wOw i rEaLlY sHoUlD pRoPoSe tO hEr rIgHt nOw and yea she says no ofc n leaves as soon as he can n kills herself on a special tree, and mark is like wtf so he goes onto the lunar surface and meet richard nixon who is a god in a cave n good ol richard offers to take away his depression so ofc hes like yes i should trust the president living in a cave on the moon and yea he basically dies and comes back as a deity with no memories n nixon controls him AND sherri bcs ofc shes not rlly dead and like they just make messes on earth or whatever nixon wants until sherri decides to kill mark to get his power n she does n then BOOM shes power hungry so she gets nixon n messes up the universe and the timeline changes n the story restarts in a way where everything was normal or whatever and james dean is the president (hes also basically a devil)

anddd yea. the end ig

NOWWW onto the sisters gemini (this is somthin im writing with @skagheart sooo im mostly explaining my oc)

so i dont rlly want to spoil this one but basiclly cassandra gemini grew up in a kinda normal household (her mother is schizophrenic n both her daughters are too) on a mountain somewhere idk where. and yea she moves out at twenty three n gets a job n apartment blah blah blah utill her father dies n she moves back in with her mother n sister. after his death her mother kinda snapped n became obsessed with religion n thinks shes a god of sorts. her sister (madeline) starts beliving her n everything gets worse from there. cassandra is the oly halfway sane one anymore and her mental/physical health is declining rapidly until around twoish months later SHE snaps in in her delusion shoots em both before running into the woods behind their house n hanging herself with barbed wire.

okkk on to the fun ones

so gabe (gabriel, no last name rn) falls in love with his friend (axel, i did not name hm) after they like are friends for around two years n play shitty music together anddd yea they realize theyve been in love with each other the whole time and yea the end its vry boring

andd untitled work with this slightly loopy lady named maya who has a tonnnn of cats n believes in aliens n all and yea an alien visits her and leaves n she trys to convince everyone that it happened but no one believes her and the end (its a wip rn)

and i have a few more but theyre also wips so like idk if you wanna hear about them lol (i also have a tonnn of dd ocs lol)

#casio.asks #lolol i LOVE talkin about em :)

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baby-xemnas · 4 months ago

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sorry for carrying on a whole ass conversation with u via anon asks instead of messaging like a normal person, idk how you feel about that so I'm just continuing like this! Please tell me to stop if this is annoying because I totally get it XDD just gonna call myself that 1 mihopero anon here lol

Anyway– I totally understand your stance on that! It can actually totally put me off a fic if I like character X and Y together but Y exists in the fic but X gets shipped with Z 💀💀 I don't actually have any Law ships but just because it's popular I've tagged something as 'very minor background law/x if you squint' although absolutely nothing to that affect has happened yet. And Bepo is still yet to show up in the fic so it's not like he's overshadowed by anyone! Law searching for him is very much a big part of the story 🙈

I just wanted to come on here and mention it because, where this particular fic is concerned, it's very much at a "Law isn't shipped with anyone and doesn't have to be for the plot but boyy would it spice things up if he had a love interest" stage XD I've considered a lot of different characters for that role but never really liked the ideas so far...and then I found your blog, and lwbp is suddenly in my head! 👀

carrying a convo on anon is totally okay, its less pressure on u and since i have a separate tag for asks now if it gets too much for ppl they can blacklist it

i'm very happy abt ur response because i was sitting here like "ah i mustve come off like a stuck up asshole, even tho i was just being honest" lol ♥♥ ty for understanding

it'd be pretty funny if u tagged it as that ship at first as a "if u want u can read it as that" and then smack them with LwBp LOL

im glad to hear ive infected you :D!!!!!!!!!!!!

and i mean he doesnt have to have a special guy who he spoils, calls cute, naps on and who hugs him for the plot of One Piece either and yet there he is, having one 💗

#anonymous #kotasks #fic is simply able to take it to its logical conclusion - them kissing ♥

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gimblegamble · 6 months ago

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Gim gimgingim my broski my buddy my boo I literally love the nickname plannonthayssisido that’s so cute oml WOOOOO :DDD

Yes ur walls r great btw I got like snacks n here n shit im lirking in ur shadows I’m sending u invisible appreciation im appreciating u so hard u don’t even no it literally /pos

Oh il ur x desfgin by the way he has such cool hair like if sm1 had fisgety hands imaging if they give it a lil brush u no or a lil tug or put sm cute flowers in it n stuff thatd be cute !!!! he’s a pretty boyi u nko kno u kko yhyhyhyhyh

Also I forgor if I respondede to this yet but ur so correct acc about the new hermits getting thei own crushes on Mumbo too HC stands for Hermits CrushingOnMumboJumbo acctuallye u r so correct n try 💀<<<<333333

…………. Def not m havin thoughts aboy the diff between ppl resctong to gem vs Skizz if they were to find out they gained a hot crush on Mumbo too….. like…. Bro imagine……..

Ppl going to gen like awwww that’s cute bestie we lov that frfr gem welcome to the club bestie n shes so sweet w mumbo n it’s all good n she might be deadly enough to casully take out a sword n death glare any competitors sometime if they’re tryna crash in any dedidcated Mumbo time (COYGHCOUGCVOUGH Grian COUGHCOIYHCIIHJ) but it’s all good ukno all cute :))))))

But like Skizz. And here’s the thing Skizz is such a huge teddy bear o a guy. Fav angel dude fr. But like. I’m lookin at how ZIT already had like a whol competition bet thing going on w seducing Mumbo Outta his sexy pristine normal asssuit pants. I’m looking at the hints of possessivendsc that like Z n I n T all had at times b4 w dear ol mumby boy. I’m lookinh at thr bond ZITS hav going on n how Skizz could b having a gay ol time w mumbo n maybe flirting just a tad (a lot lol) n maybe he throws Mumbo over his arm cus he cute like that n S catches one of the others eye just for a second n motherfucker would SMIRK. LMAO ‘look bitches I got ur man now he’s my man what u gonna do bout it <3’ like iys probs not on the level of Doc n Grian (n X n Scar n probs Keralis lol) petty aaaa possessiveness rivalry becaus ZITS r still a lol goofy w it y’know ykno but like

Sometimesz

Sometimes.

Hffhhffhhffygufhghvvhvjjvjvjvvjjbbj ty gim happy pride btw rip I’m a fruity little plannon today <3

- 🌱 Anon

Plannon it is then! ^^ lmao always a pleasure to receive a message from you. Feels like I have a penpal in the world somewhere. Apparently in my walls though so I hope you're still comfortable in there with how cold its getting again??? (last week we were at the >20C?? Now we're back at single digits???? What happened?????).

As for my Xisuma, maybe no tugging since he has some very sensitive hair roots but flowers are always welcome! (I still think he needs a haircut though)

I agree on your interpretation of the true meaning of HC and shall immediately add it to my dictionary lmao.

Actually I haven't really thought about Skizz all that much so I'm pretty interested in some headcanons about them. I don't really see much of Skizz in general I suppose.

I say that but for some reason I had no trouble hearing this sentence (‘look bitches I got ur man now he’s my man what u gonna do bout it <3’) in his voice so.. lol.

Happy pride as well plannon! go and be your fruity little self and have fun.

#gim gabs #gim's stuff #gim's drawy bits #Xisumavoid #🌱 anon #dandelions and poppies mostly because they're the most abundant flower types in mc #thanks for the ask plannon!#hope you have a fantastic day ^^

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prince-rowan-of-the-forest · 2 years ago

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Faeries in the City

Virgil and Roman return from their completely normal and totally unmagical hike in the forest. Only difference if the faerie they seem to have in tow.

But despite Virgil's hesitations and Patton's worries, Deceit's presence in their lives only seems to make things better.

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Second Part to Faeries in the Forest | Ao3 | Third Part

Warnings: A panic attack, OC being an asshole.

Pairings: pre-established Prinxity, implied anaroceit (as a note nothing is actually said straight up, but these are the intended ships)

Word Count: 6060

Note:

hooo boyy this one's been sat in my drafts for - what was that? seven months? can't be! I wouldn't let a fic sit around for that long... hehe... he... totally not-

But! here's the promised second part, finally, I've added it to a series on ao3 instead of making it a second chapter, just because I felt more comfortable doing it this way, but the first part should probably be read for this to make sense!

Please leave me comments and lemme know what you think! I really appreciate it :)

Otherwise, happy reading!

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“I am not getting in that thing,” Deceit protested the moment he saw the taxi pull up, “Big metal death trap-”

“Well if we want to get back to the city this is the only way we’ve got,” Virgil said, giving both Deceit and Roman a look as he climbed into the back seat of the cab, “Unless you want to walk for two more days?”

“Definitely not,” Roman huffed, “I’ve had enough of walking for a lifetime.”

Deceit still looked slightly apprehensive, before scratching his nose and throwing himself through the open door and pushing himself up against Virgil on the seat, he couldn’t help a chuckle as he patted Deceits arm in sympathy.

“Hey- everything ok?”

“The metal makes me itch,” Deceit said with a glare at the car, “It’s not pure iron, but…”

“No, and it’s all padded in here, see?” Virgil said, taking one of Deceit’s hands and placing it against the seat Roman had yet to climb into, the faerie nodded.

Deceit sighed, “I see… this is… tolerable.”

“Princey, you coming?” Virgil called, catching Roman’s attention.

“Yeah yeah- just trying to work out my card details so we can pay for this thing,” He shook his head, before climbing into the car and knocking his shoulder against Deceit’s. Virgil thought that, strangely, it was an odd parallel to the situation they had been in the day before.

“Where’re you kids going then?” The driver turned to ask, Virgil quickly rattled off the address of their apartment building and they began to speed off down the empty, dusty road.

“Oh god,” Roman said as he stared at his phone, “Pat and Lo have been going insane with text messages….”

“We’re going to have a lot of explaining to do…” Virgil sighed.

“I’m sure you two wonderful mortals will be able to talk your way out of this situation.”

“Oh yes,” Virgil said, waving a hand as his voice dripped with sarcasm, while Roman muttered a quiet 'rude', “Sorry we went missing, we got lost and ended up bringing home a faerie-”

“Perhaps it would simply be in our best interest to not mention my differences, hm?” Deceit pointed out, “It may cause some… panic."

“I doubt it,” Roman shrugged, “Lo absolutely wouldn’t believe us if we said you were a faerie and Pat would be absolutely delighted.”

“If you say so, my prince,” Deceit said, picking up Roman’s hand and kissing his knuckles all while looking up at him with a smirk. Roman blushed red to the tips of his ears.

“You can’t- you can’t use my name like that!” Roman cried indignantly, “That’s not fair!”

“I think it’s very fair,” Deceit grinned, leaning a little closer to Roman in the backseat, Virgil snorted, “You can’t give me a name like Prince and expect me not to use it, can you?”

The rest of the taxi drive was spent in this way, with lighthearted back and forths- mainly between Roman and Deceit but Virgil interjected every now and then as well- until they began to get back into the city proper. It was only when they drove past a Starbucks that Virgil remembered…

“Shit! I was supposed to be working this afternoon,” Virgil said, before groaning, “They’re gonna kill me if I call off again.”

“Not if I kill them first,” Deceit said, with full sincerity, because he wouldn’t have been able to say it otherwise.

“Deceit, you don’t even know who ‘they’ are,” Virgil reasoned, “And even if you did? No murdering anyone.”

“Not even just a little bit?” Deceit asked, though he was smirking.

“No! No murder!” Virgil cried, “I’ll just… see if I can lie my way out of the shift… I can’t go and work for eight hours after all this.”

“Eight hours, really?” Deceit asked, the frown so out of place on his face, “What do they make you do for so long?”

“Uhh.. usually I’ll stand behind the bar and make coffee for people or take orders?” Virgil said with a shrug, “That or cleaning.”

“That sounds simply awful,” Deceit shook his head, “Where do you find the time to do the things you enjoy?”

“Well uh…” Virgil said, thinking for a moment, “I guess I just- don’t, usually? Uni takes up a lot of time and then there’s work and then time for sleeping… I guess I don’t have much time to myself.”

“Have you ever stopped to consider that perhaps your busy schedule that allows no time for you to enjoy your life or take care of yourself may not be helping with your anxiety?” Deceit asked, “Feel free to correct me if I’m being presumptuous, but darling, that schedule really doesn’t sound healthy.”

“No I- I suppose it isn’t,” Virgil said, before shrugging, “But there’s not much I can really do about it, so there’s no point on dwelling on it.”

“Oh, V, sweetheart,” Deceit said with a sickly sweet smile, it made Virgil think the faerie was going to do something he didn’t approve of, “There is always a way out of a bad situation, sometimes you simply must search a little harder for it.”

—-

Their cab pulled up outside their apartment building ten minutes later and Roman helped Deceit out of the car with such an extravagant bow that had Virgil seriously struggling to contain a fit of giggles. That was until a streak of blue practically knocked Roman off of his feet, causing Deceit to take a startled step back and turn to Virgil, who was just getting out of the car.

“Oh my gosh, kiddo!” The blue streak cried, ah, it was Patton, “We were so worried when you didn’t show up to the lecture this morning! And then you never answered my texts and- oh I was so worried! Are you hurt? Did anything bad happen?”

“Pat, please, I’m fine!” Roman brushed him off with a laugh, though Patton insisted on checking him over for injuries while Deceit and Virgil stood awkwardly off to the side.

“C’mon,” Virgil mumbled, taking hold of Deceit’s hand and gently tugging him towards the door, “Princey’s gonna be stuck there for a while.”

“Don’t think you’re getting away easily!” Patton cried, whirling around just as the pair were almost through the door, Virgil muttered a quiet curse, “Virge! C’mon! Not even a hello?”

“No names,” Virgil said immediately, though he almost felt bad when Patton stopped in his tracks.

“O-oh! Sorry Kiddo,” He said, fidgeting awkwardly as Virgil took a deep breath to relax, “But- but anyway, are you doing ok? Who’s your new friend?”

“You may call me Deceit,” He said, bowing. Patton giggled.

“Deceit? Interesting name, kiddo! I’m Patton.”

“I said no names! ” Virgil hissed, though it was a little too late to that, Virgil had felt Deceit shiver when Patton had said his name, Virgil almost flinched when he saw Deceit lick his lips.

��I knew this would be… different… from the environment I’m used to,” Deceit said slowly, “But I didn’t quite expect your friends to be so forthcoming with information so powerful, V.”

“Wait- wha- what do you mean?” Patton asked, stepping back a little, “Did I do something wrong-? I didn’t mean-”

“It’s alright, flower,” Deceit said with a smile Virgil was pretty sure wasn’t supposed to be as threatening as it ended up being, “Nothing is wrong, V is simply worrying for your wellbeing.”

“O-oh-?” Patton asked, confused and worried until Roman came over.

“Hey! Pat! How about we go inside and get some coffee and open that packet of cookies, huh?” Roman suggested, shooting a worried glance at Virgil and Deceit. Patton was more than happy to go with Roman in order to escape the awkwardness, as soon as they were left alone Virgil turned to Deceit, but the faerie spoke first.

“I haven’t had a mortal give me their name so willingly in centuries,” Deceit commented, licking his lips again, “Your friend tastes like chocolate and fresh bread,”

“...Please don’t hurt him,” Virgil said, holding his other arm a little too tight, Deceit had been nice to them so far, but Virgil could never be too sure now that he had one of their names, it was only a matter of time before he gained other’s too, “Y'know- he means a lot to Princey.”

“And he seems to worry a lot, just like you, sweetheart,” Deceit said, gently prying away the hand that had been starting to grip his other arm a little too tightly- Virgil realised after Deceit had made him let go that it had been starting to hurt, “I will not hurt your friends, even if they give me their names, nor will I hurt you and your Prince.”

“Didn’t I say he’s not my-” Virgil paused, looking at the hand that Deceit was now holding. The faerie was rubbing circles with his thumb on the back of Virgil’s hand and the calming sensation made him feel like melting into a puddle at Deceit’s feet, “Whatever, come on… they’ll be waiting for us.”

"Okay," Deceit said, before smirking, "Virge."

Virgil blushed, though he smirked back, and pulled Deceit towards the building, "Not that easy, that's a nickname."

"Darn, and I really thought I had you."

—-

As they approached the door to Virgil and Roman’s apartment, Deceit sneezed, reminding Virgil of yet another problem. The protection charms and wards he had so thoroughly placed around their apartment would ward off any unwanted fae attention no problem, but even if inviting Deceit into their home would negate most if not all of his wards, they had enough iron and physical deterrents up around the house to ward off any fae regardless. Virgil realised he would definitely have to do a quick tidy before Deceit could even think about coming in.

“I forgot about this…” Virgil grumbled as he opened the door and reached up to remove the horseshoe he had placed so carefully above the doorframe, “I might have to um… clean up a little before you can comfortably come in… is that ok?”

“For a short time, I’m happy to remain out here,” Deceit said with a small smile, “But if you leave me out here for too long, your friend may begin to get suspicious.”

“I think Patton is already suspicious,” Virgil reasoned. Deceit shrugged.

“Point conceded,” He shrugged, “Please get that cursed metal away from me now.”

“Oh, right,” Virgil realised he was still holding the horseshoe,”I’ll be right back.”

Over the next five minutes, Virgil made his way through their apartment like a hurricane, grabbing the iron nails he had set out so neatly- and would usually get very upset about when moved- as well as three more horseshoes and some other small iron nicknacks that he had placed strategically around the house and dumping them all into a bucket which he hid in the back of the wardrobe in his bedroom.

“...You ok, kiddo?” Patton asked slowly as Virgil collected up the cast iron skillet- the only pan they had that wasn’t steel- from the kitchen, “You’re usually so careful with your iron thingies-”

“Yeah well,” Virgil said as he shoved the skillet into the back of a cupboard, “Things change.”

“Not like this kiddo-” Patton tried to reason, “Not this quickly.”

“Coffee’s ready!” Roman called as the pot finished filtering the heavenly bean juice that he’d been making up for the lack of with pure adrenaline today.

“Pour me a cup,” Virgil called, “You know how I like it!”

“Yessir!” Roman called back as Virgil headed back to the front door and poked his head out. Glancing around he found Deceit leaning against the wall inspecting his nails in a way that could only look classy despite him wearing gloves and not actually being able to see his nails.

“Um,” Virgil started, intelligently, “I think I got rid of most of the iron, you can bypass the wards as long as I welcome you, right?”

“That is indeed how it works,” Deceit nodded, pushing himself off the wall and coming to stand in the doorway.

“Then- er- welcome?” Virgil said, gesturing for Deceit to come in, “Come on in?”

“Why thank you, V,” Deceit bowed his head before walking inside and looking around at their- frankly very plain- apartment, “It’s not very… nice, is it? How do you live in a place like this? Where’s the clutter, the decoration? Anything at all?”

“The landlord is pretty strict about what we can do to the place…” Virgil said sheepishly, “We would’ve made it more homely if we had the chance, but we don’t actually own this place, we’re just living here while we study…”

“How are you supposed to be happy in a place so distant and impersonal, do mortals no longer care for joy?”

“No I… guess not? Well- we do, it’s just… difficult with everything that gets forced on us by like- society.”

“Then why don’t you leave?” Deceit asked, tilting his head in a way that, to Virgil, seemed so genuine.

“Where would we go?” Virgil asked, a little sadly, “Everywhere is the same nowadays, and besides- I can barely live without my morning coffee, let alone fending for myself.”

Speaking of coffee, it was at that moment that Roman appeared next to them and handed Virgil a coffee which he drank gratefully despite it still not being cool enough to drink quite yet.

"Hey, you ok?" Roman asked Deceit, "V was very careful about placing all that iron, you know."

"Princey, don’t be mean,” Virgil shook his head, “He couldn’t come in the house with it all over like that.”

“I cannot be blamed for my natural aversion to iron,” Deceit said, “But I am sorry to have indirectly undone all of your hard work, V.”

“Do you have allergies?” Patton asked, walking into the room.

“There are a few things in particular that I cannot be around,” He answered, turning to face Patton, who had a mug in each hand, he passed one to Roman.

“Oh!” Pattons said with a smile that seemed a little forced, Virgil winced, he didn’t mean to make Roman’s friend uncomfortable, “Me too! Well, not a lot of things, I’m just allergic to pollen, did you want a drink by the way? I forgot to ask? And also I should probably know what you’re allergic to so that I don’t accidentally kill you or something I really wouldn’t want to-”

“Pat,” Roman said, tapping his arm gently, “You’re rambling.”

“It’s alright darling,” Deceit said, looking away a little, “If you’re offering, I’ll have tea- preferably herbal- and I have an aversion to red berries and salt, plus I’d rather not drink any honey.”

“Alright!” Patton squeaked, before scampering off down the hall back to the kitchen, Deceit looked back at Virgil and Roman, seeming conflicted.

“He’s… scared of me,” Deceit commented, it wasn’t a question, so Roman just shrugged.

“I think so,” Roman said, “He can be pretty hard to read sometimes.”

“Don’t worry too much about it,” Virgil sighed, “I don’t think there’s much we can-”

Deceit jumped when Virgil’s phone rang, cutting him off mid-sentence. He shot an apologetic look at the faerie and pulled it out of his pocket before cursing loudly when he read the name on the screen.

“Fuck!” Virgil yelled as he stared at the phone- he should pick it up, but for some reason he couldn’t move, he really really needed to pick it up- “That’s- that’s my boss- I forgot to call- shit, shit-”

“V, darling,” Deceit said, calmly plucking the phone from his hand. Virgil looked up, and the faerie smirked, before taking his hand and doing the same thing he had done downstairs, rubbing circles with his thumb.

And then he answered the call. Of course it was only in character that Roman immediately darted forward and pressed the button to put it on speaker. Virgil stared in shock.

“Hello? Am I speaking to V?” Said the voice on the phone.

“You’re really registered with your work as V?” Roman whispered to Virgil, he shrugged.

“Never hurts to be safe,” Virgil whispered back, before looking back at Deceit, who smirked.

“Unfortunately for you, no you are not,” The faerie said.

“Can I talk to him? This is his number- right-” There was a little bit of rustling on the other end of the line, Deceit raised an eyebrow at them both, Roman covered his mouth with a hand as if he was already attempting to contain laughter, “-Yes definitely, alright, who exactly am I speaking to?”

“You can call me Dee,” Deceit said, “I am an associate of V’s.”

“Ok great, do you think I could talk to him?”

“No I do not."

“It is highly unprofessional of him to not be answering his phone when he was supposed to be here for his shift five minutes ago,” Virgil’s boss explained quite harshly, “And I would like to speak with him to enquire where exactly he is and why he isn’t serving coffee right now.”

“If you are going to speak with anyone, it will be me, he will not be talking to you,” Deceit fired back.

“And why is that?” The boss answered, her tone scathing, “Is he too lazy to come to the phone, just like he’s too lazy to come into work on time?”

Deceit’s eyebrow twitched, Virgil almost missed it.

“And if he was, what would you do about it?” Deceit asked slowly.

“Well I- It would be grounds for a disciplinary-”

“Which would entail…?”

“Likely a written warning, since V has already had multiple verbal warnings, possibly a pay-cut if he continues to underperform.”

Virgil went pale and Roman quickly took his other hand, both of them were watching as Deceit’s frown deepened slightly.

“Would this course of action change if I told you that he had been considered missing by friends and possibly his place of schooling until earlier this morning?” Deceit asked, “Would you redact your disciplinary then?”

“Well he’s back now, is he not? So he should be able to come into work, if he were still missing then maybe an allowance would be made, but you’ve implied that he has since returned.”

“And I suppose in your opinion that means that despite the fact that he’s been lost in a forest for a day and a half, is likely completely exhausted from that experience and hasn’t even eaten a proper meal since midday yesterday, he is still in fit condition to come into your shop and serve drinks or mop floors for the next eight hours?”

“I-”

“In light of circumstances, V will not be coming in for his shift today,” Deceit said to the box, scowling, “And if you happen to decide that he still requires this disciplinary thing, you will be facing some very bad luck.”

“You’re threatening me? What the hell can you do? You’re just some guy,” The boss said, they could hear her rolling her eyes through the phone “You don’t even know my name.”

“What’s her name?” Deceit mouthed at Virgil, covering the phone with hand, Virgil smiled.

“Karen Connard,” Virgil whispered back, Deceit smirked.

“You are Karen Connard,” Deceit repeated, “And trust me, darling, I can do many things the likes of which you have no idea.”

Virgil shivered, the way Deceit had used the same pet name he had been using for them but somehow made it sound so sinister and condescending towards Karen, when to him it only seemed to make him feel safer. Virgil wondered if this was something any fae could do, or was it just Deceit?

They heard Karen take a deep breath on the other end of the phone, before she finally spoke, “If you continue to threaten me I will have no choice but to call the police-”

“Oh boo-hoo, I threatened you with bad luck! How scary!” Deceit mocked, Roman had to clamp a hand over his mouth, “As though any human was capable of bestowing bad luck.”

“I- well- you implied-”

“You have absolutely no idea what I implied, in fact you know nothing about me,” Deceit cut her off, “Now, V will not be coming in for this shift, nor will he be receiving any kind of backlash for taking care of himself, do you understand?”

“Fine,” She said through gritted teeth, “This conversation is over.”

It seemed as though she slammed the phone down, but they never would know. As soon as the call cut off, Roman broke out into howling laughter, doubling over as he tried to control his wheezing. Deceit patted him on the back before handing the phone back to Virgil and leaning in closer to the stunned mortal.

“When is your next shift, sweetheart?” Deceit asked, Virgil thought for a second.

“Um, tomorrow, afternoon- uh- I think,” Virgil mumbled.

“If she gives you any trouble at all let me know, alright?” Deceit said, before swiftly pressing a kiss to Virgil’s forehead and turning away as Virgil went bright red, “She’ll be waking up to spoilt milk for weeks if I have my way.”

Virgil took his hand and Deceit turned back, “Thank you… for that- I- I don’t think I would’ve been able to do that.”

—-

“What on earth happened?” Patton asked as he held out a cup of chamomile tea to Deceit (it was the only herbal tea they had in the house), “I heard you talking and- and now Roman won’t stop laughing.”

“Nothing to worry about, I assure you,” Deceit told him, before sipping the tea and humming contently as he leant against the counter.

“My boss just called,” Virgil shrugged.

“Oh no!” Patton cried, moving forward to fret over Virgil, who valiantly defended against his attempts at worrying, “What did she do this time, is everything ok?”

“This is a regular occurrence?” Deceit asked, his tone a little darker than he probably intended, Patton jumped and turned.

“Um- yeah… Vi- um- V’s boss is kinda known for giving the employees a hard time…” Patton mumbled, “I try and bring them in donuts when I can- because I work next door in the Dunkin’ Donuts there, but she’s a really um- a really mean person.”

“Hexing her is becoming increasingly desirable,” Deceit muttered.

“Uh- what was that, kiddo? Sorry I didn’t quite catch it.”

“I said that hexing her is becoming increasingly desirable,” He repeated and Virgil shook his head, “Also… ‘kiddo’?”

“Do what you want to her, no-one there likes her,” Virgil huffed.

“She probably deserves it,” Roman nodded.

“Hold on- hold on a second!” Patton cut in, “Since when were we talking about- hexing people! Are you like- some kind of witch or something? I mean- I know someone who practises witchcraft who shares my major but I didn’t think you could actually- y’know- curse people.”

“Hex,” Deceit corrected immediately, “And no, I am not a witch, however I do know magic.”

“Woah…” Patton mumbled.

“I thought we were keeping this a secret,” Roman said, his eyebrows pulled together in genuine confusion, Virgil shrugged, they had agreed.

“It should be quite obvious that it could be difficult for me to keep a secret,” Deceit raised an eyebrow at the pair of them.

“Why’s that?” Patton asked, looking between them, “I’m feeling wayyy out of the loop here guys.”

“I cannot lie,” Deceit shrugged, “So secret keeping is not particularly a strong suit of mine.”

“I suppose it wouldn’t be,” Patton laughed awkwardly, “You know what, you guys can uh- keep your secrets- anyway, um- sorry for eavesdropping, but I heard that you guys- you guys haven't eaten? Is that right?”

Roman’s laughter died out as Virgil realised they were right. They hadn’t eaten a proper meal since lunch yesterday. He was only just now realising how hungry he actually was. Virgil sighed and nodded.

“Good! I mean, not good, but you must be hungry!” Patton said with a firm nod, “How about- and you’re welcome to say no if you’d prefer to stay in- we go out to that one diner for dinner? I could invite Logan too since he’s been really worried about you both, a-and of course you can come too, Deceit, if- um- if you're sticking around?"

“That would be wonderful,” Roman grinned, pulling Patton into a side hug before Virgil could protest the idea. He sighed, resigning himself. Deceit put a hand on his shoulder, squeezing lightly.

“I would gladly accompany you,” Deceit said with a small nod.

“Alright! Great! Let’s go, I’ll call Logan on the way,” Patton said, rushing down the hallway and opening the door and holding it for the others to file out.

—-

Deceit went with Virgil to the Starbucks where he worked the next day. Virgil had told him that he really didn’t need to come, it would probably be more interesting for him if he went with Roman to his rehearsal or even went with Patton and Logan to the library (though Virgil could understand why he’d decline that one, Patton still didn’t seem to like him much). He still didn’t understand why that meant Deceit had to come with him to sit in Starbucks for five hours, though. It must be terribly boring.

Somehow, though, Deceit didn’t seem bored in the slightest. He sat in the corner by the window and the one plant they had in the shop and for most of the time he had leant back in his chair and observed the cafe. Virgil found multiple times when he looked over that Deceit was staring back at him, other times he was looking around, eavesdropping on other patrons’ conversations or people watching out of the window.

It was just his luck, though, that the moment Karen appeared from the back, Virgil happened to knock over the pot of chocolate powder they used to dust some of the drinks, spilling the stuff all over the floor behind the counter. His co-worker had gasped, before immediately turning away to continue serving the customer in front of her. He didn’t blame her, he probably would’ve done the same to avoid Karen’s wraith.

“V!” She hissed, as expected, appearing at the side of the bar, “What have you done?”

"Oh um-" Virgil said, trying to hide his flinch, "I knocked over the pot- um, I'll clear it up right now-"

"You better," she snapped, "after yesterday's fiasco and all the other problems you keep causing me, you should be thankful I haven't fired you by now."

"I didn't mean-"

"I'm sure you didn't," she snapped again, making Virgil flinch properly this time.

"I swear, ma'am, I didn't mean to knock it over I just-"

"I don't want to hear your excuses, V." She said, about to open her mouth again before she was interrupted.

"Excuse me," Virgil thought he might actually need to kiss Deceit when this is over, thank goodness he was here, "Something is happening here?"

"Of course not!" Karen said, plastering that sweet customer service smile over her scowl as she turned to face him, "Just smoothing over an incident, no worries!"

Deceit frowned, Virgil thought it was interesting, the way Deceit has glamoured himself to look more human, the scales replaced by skin, his ears becoming more rounded and hair losing the flowers. Virgil honestly preferred Deceit's regular look.

"Really? From over there it looked like you were harassing an employee for something that was quite obviously an accident," Deceit said, raising an eyebrow.

"Of course not!" She said with an awkwardly fake laugh, "Really, nothing you should be concerned about, V is just a bit of a troublemaker, after all."

"You think he's a troublemaker?" Deceit asked.

"Well of course, he often messed up orders on purpose, spills things, puts things in the wrong places you know, makes excuses to skip shifts, the usual," Karen said, obviously assuming that Deceit was on her side.

"Of course, and you believe that none of that could possibly have been an accident?" Deceit said, Karen frowned now.

"I mean- of course he did it on purpose! Look at him!"

Virgil shrank back a little bit, he wasn't wearing his hoodie right now and without that blanket of safety felt far too exposed even in his long sleeved turtleneck. He knew what Karen thought about 'people like him'- with dyed hair and piercings and dark make-up. He felt a little like crawling into a hole and dying.

"I see nothing wrong with him," Deceit said and oh hey kissing him was seeming even more of a valid option by the second.

Karen seemed stunned for a second, Virgil could guess that she assumed her opinion was universal. How sad for her.

"Well- I- " She started, "Look, I'm the manager here, I think I know my employees better than you do, I don't want to argue with you."

"And I don't want you to harass V," Deceit countered, "Surely you should be kinder to your staff?"

"What? Of course not! If I'm too lenient with them these slip ups will keep continuing." Karen explained, crossing her arms.

"Surely you shouldn't be arguing about your mistreatment of staff with a customer?" Deceit said, raising an eyebrow. Karen seemed to suddenly realise where she was and simply huffed, turning her nose up at him and turning back to Virgil.

"See to it this gets cleaned up," She said harshly, "now."

"Yes ma'am," Virgil choked out and thank goodness she walked away after that, back out the door. Deceit leaned over the counter and, after looking around to make sure no one was looking, flicked his hand to get rid of the spilt chocolate without a trace.

"You are amazing," Virgil breathed, putting a hand over his racing heart and trying to calm down, "I- I'm really grateful to you for doing that - um - I don't have much to give in return, but I'll buy you a drink?"

Deceit leant on the counter, reaching over and poking his hand with a small smile, "Whilst that would be lovely, you should calm yourself down first, okay?"

"Right, yeah, I can- I can-" Virgil tried to take deep breaths, pressing one hand to his chest whilst he flapped the other hand back and forth in front of him.

"Hey V? You good?" His coworker asked from where she was now serving a new customer, "deep breaths, 4, 6, 8, remember? You can go out back for a little while if you want, I think I've got this handled for now."

Virgil tried to focus on counting his breaths for a moment before nodding, "Thank you…"

"May I join you?" Deceit asked, Virgil nodded and made his way around the counter, leading Deceit through the staff only door and back to the break room. Deceit, obviously, wasn't supposed to be back here, but as he was pulled into a tight, grounding hug the moment he closed the door, he thought that he really didn't care.

—-

Roman and Deceit were scheming.

Virgil knew this, because the moment he walked into the kitchen both of them looked at him, wearing weirdly guilty expressions. After Deceit had assured him they weren't talking shit about him, he could only be left to assume that they were scheming.

Which, frankly, terrified him.

He wondered if it had anything to do with how Karen had called him the next morning and informed him that the Starbucks would be closed for personal, undisclosed reasons and thus he wasn't needed for the week. He'd panicked at first until she'd tacked on that he'd still get paid since this was a management issue and… well that was weird.

Which is why he thought that Roman and Deceit's schemes probably had something to do with it, because Karen wouldn't do that in a billion years. He wasn't even sure paid leave was a thing Starbucks employees could get.

Regardless, he had a free week - other than his uni work, which he could do from home anyway - during which both Roman and Deceit had made a mission of getting him to relax. Deceit hung around even whilst Roman had to go out to the theatre for rehearsals or to campus for his lectures and classes, making sure Virgil was relaxing. Virgil wasn’t used to this, he’d never had someone… look after him, before, and he wasn’t sick or anything but - it was really nice to finally have a break.

“Not to seem rude,” Roman spoke up on the third evening of Virgil’s forced relaxation, they were watching movies, the three of them squished together on their two person sofa, “Because I really don’t mean this negatively, but… I couldn’t help but wonder, Deceit, why are you… still here?”

Deceit turned to look at Roman from Virgil’s other side, and for the first time in that week Virgil felt the stab of fear that had always accompanied the idea of the fae poke through his ribs again. He trusted Deceit - mostly - but he still.. Hadn’t know him long enough to know what was safe to say, Roman’s statement was definitely toeing it.

“Because I want to be,” Deceit answered slowly, “And because I believed the two of you didn’t mind me being here, but if I was wrong I will gladly leave you both alone.”

“No wait that’s- that’s not what I meant,” Roman rushed to clarify, “I’m just- worried, I guess, you’ve been here for a while - isn’t anyone going to notice that you’re missing? Or- is there no-one you’d want to get back home to?”

“I highly doubt anyone will miss me,” Deceit waved him off, “And even if they would, I’d have for more time before they came looking anyway.”

“...How so?” Roman asked, now completely ignoring the film they had put on.

“Time works differently in fairyland,” Deceit explained, “You could think of it like… two rivers running side by side, one is this realm, in which time flows steadily, the other is fairyland in which, in comparison, the flow of time changes, while your river is calm and steady, ours is more like a mix of rapids and fast currents, If you were to enter fairyland and return here, you would have travelled further down the river than you would have if you had remained here - how much depends on many factors, you could spend a day in Fairy and come back to find a week has passed, or find that it has really been two-hundred years.”

“I- woah, that’s,” Roman said, face screwing up as he attempted to comprehend that, “That- my head hurts.”

Deceit laughed, “What I’m trying to say is: due to the fairly short time i’ve been here, it is unlikely that more than half a day has passed in Fairyland.”

“And- you’re sure no-one will miss you if you stay?” Roman asked, sounding worried, Virgil felt Deceit tense against his side.

“You don’t have to answer that,” Virgil mumbled, “Princey’s just being nosey.”

“No, I don’t,” Deceit answered, before taking a deep breath, “But I will: No, Roman, I highly doubt many will care that I’m gone, and even if they do, finding me will not be their top priority for a while.”

“Oh…” Roman said, “And um, you’re sure you okay sleeping on our couch?”

“I’ve already assured you it’s fine,” Deceit answered, Virgil saw his smile and relaxed a little more, “A downgrade from what I’m used to, but it’s alright, I’ll cope.”

“You sure?”

“I’m sure,” Deceit said reaching over Virgil to pat Roman’s hand, “Now shush, I want to see what happens to the moving picture boy and his dragon.”

“Sorry,” Roman snorted, “I forgot you hadn’t seen this before.”

They fell quiet after that and Virgil relaxed fully into both of their warmth as the film ended and Roman put another one on - Frozen, this time, since Deceit seemed to be enjoying the animated ones more than the live action (they were far less confusing, apparently).

Virgil fell asleep before the end, though, wrapped up in the warmth of Deceit’s arm around him and Roman curled up at his side, he doubted either of them saw the end either.

Well, at least Roman would be happy that they needed to watch it again in the morning, Virgil thought as he finally drifted off into warm, safe sleep.

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#sanders sides #virgil sanders #roman sanders #janus sanders #anaroceit #fanfic #sanders sides fanfiction #fanfiction

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respectthepetty · 1 year ago

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So. I’m watching “the theory of love” and I have two things to ask

1. Does anyone actually like Kai? He doesn’t seem to care about Threees feelings at all or about his actions.

2. EARTH IS ON THIS!!?!!???? I stupidly have been waiting for Mix to turn up but obviously this was Pre?

3. Gun never gets a rear does he. Poor guy has to cry in every show he does.

4. They’re in uniforms a lot so been finding the colouring boys difficult so far.

Is that too many questions?! 😂

Anon, I like how you pulled a me and instead of asking two questions, you asked four! So let me get to answering them.

But first, Khai and Third are IKEA Queers, so . . .

Does anyone actually like Kai? He doesn’t seem to care about Threees feelings at all or about his actions.

Me. I like Khai. We are IKEA Queers, so we have to stick together.

Feel free to judge me, but after episode six, watching him suffer was food for my petty soul. This is what I want from my pendejos. If they are going to fuck up as badly as Khai did (THE FAKE-DRUNK KISS!), then I want them to feel pain. A lot of it. All the time. No relief.

And Khai definitely felt it.

All the time.

The idiot would not take no for an answer (but that's a JittiRain special), yet Third gave him back all the pain he gave to him, and that's what I like to see - revenge. Even in the special, Third was still kind of a jerk to Khai, and was looking even better for it.

I would never believe they would make it beyond this show (even with the four year time skip), but JittiRain said they are still together and going strong in Vice Versa with "RELATIONSHIP" right above Third's head, so . . . good for them?

Gun never gets a rear does he. Poor guy has to cry in every show he does.

Earth, Fluke, First, and Gun. Those are the men you hire if you want them good ass tears.

Amen.

Earth and Fluke had Until We Meet Again while Gun and First had Not Me, and those are both top-tier shows for most people. Imagine all four in one show, just crying, destroying our hearts every week. However, I'm going to put this on the record right now though - - First can outcry them all. I believe this with every fiber of my being. A director would just have to say "Khaotung doesn't want to be your friend anymore" and GAME OVER!

EARTH IS ON THIS!!?!!???? I stupidly have been waiting for Mix to turn up but obviously this was Pre?

The wildest thing to me is Earth played Type in Love by Chance which means he was Type of TharnType before the role was recast. Can you image Phupha as Type?! I have never watched a MAME series, but this seems WILD to me.

And Earth was paired with New in Water Boyy, like New of TayNew.

And of course, we got that taste of him with Papang in Moonlight Chicken.

So I think it's strange that Earth has worked with Mix several times when the behind-the-scenes for A Tale of Thousand Stars seemed as if director Aof was ready to murder Earth because he was playing around between takes, while Mix was crying every two seconds from stress and anxiety (which caused him to pass out). Mostly when White was RIGHT THERE!

Please, GMMTV, keep mixing things up forever and ever. Amen.

They’re in uniforms a lot so been finding the colouring boys difficult so far.

I watched it when it aired and haven't rewatched it since, so I don't remember if there was color-coding, but from my saved pictures, it seems like I had a theory that Third was a Yellow/Orange Oddity

but I have no notes, and the other pictures aren't telling me a complete story, so I think I got upset watching it and stopped tracking the colors. I stay petty.

I'd have to go back and rewatch it to give you a proper answer BUT I won't do that if JittiRain screws me over for the sixth time with Be My Favorite. So I'll make a deal with you, Anon - If Be My Favorite doesn't give me lies, manipulation, and the normal JittiRain (JR) nonsense to the extent her other series have included, I'll go back and rewatch Theory of Love for potential color coding.

But if JR fucks over my baby boy Pisaeng, not even the IKEA Queers can save this color-coding mission.

Pray for us all.

#theory of love #theory of love series #khai x third #they are IKEA queers #color coded boys in love?#not sure but if JR doesn't mess around for the sixth time I'll find out #pray for us #amen

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dsafenthusiast · 7 months ago

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This is brilliant, so clever, I have emailed Rarn about how good it all is. He could email you too, and wants to. Just message me.

...dude what the fuck-

THIS IS NOW CONSIDERED AN ASK OF SHAME.

Similar to a Pin of Shame, I'm answering this purely to warn everyone to stay the fuck away from you.

Fucking creep. First you talk about this stupid "Rarn" kid on my YOUTUBE CHANNEL and now here.

Get the fuck off my social media /srs

Pinging some of the peeps I know to spread this message, if y'all get a message about someone talking about Rarn, DO NOT ANSWER IT unless you want to mock them and give them the "pin of shame" treatment

Anyone related to this "Rarn" person is probably a troll.

TW: Suicide

Also I normally wouldn't tell someone to kill themselves because it's entirely wrong but YOU, ON THE OTHER HAND, YOU'RE AN EXCEPTION TO THIS BECAUSE YOU'VE BEEN CYBER-STALKING MY ASS.

Kill yourself @flaming-norah . /srs go hang yourself with a noose or shoot yourself if cyberstalking people is soooooooo funny to you.

Do not even fucking dare to bother me and my friends.

@williamfnafton @askhenry1987 / @r0ttingr4bbit @princesslizzyfnafton @michaelarson / @puppett-boyy @shattereddee

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hoonvrs · 1 year ago

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tbh i would’ve stomped on her shoes too if i wasn’t being dragged into moshpits by the LENG BOY 🤕💞

the amount of people i saw wearing white trainers like i’m not being funny my trainers were black and they are definitely unsaveable so idk how THEIR shoes are doing 💔 especially people in clavish moshpits on the mud - it wasn’t even just mud i watched someone vomit right next to me and then he just proceeded to carry on jumping over it like thag was normal

the sleep i had was so good and then when i got up out my bed i almost dropped to the floor bc my legs hurt so bad 😞 wireless has been my workout for the next couple months fr

LENGG BOYY👀 lil tip to find all the leng coloured boys ( white boys OUT! ) go to manny they’re all leng there i swearrr ( go to town TRUST )

my bsf lil sister went with her docs🥴 brought one back WIHTOUT a whole solleee and they were brand new my bsf wanted to sobb😭😭

but guess what no sixth form anymore😁😁 imagine if you had psych and socio the next id scream

#inbox — new msg!#ri !#iix — moots!

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allerod · 1 year ago

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What characters do you currently like? Do you have any original characters?

ohh boyy what a can of mental illness worms you're opening with that question.

i like paganel a completely normal amount (unironically. i am genuinely normal about this). for the past month i've been rewatching the in search of captain grant series, and i'm currently starting to read the book. he's just so he he silley funney, and what an adhd icon! and of course his relationship with mcnabbs is. neat.

and diego de la vega I Guess? i've been consuming zorro media for almost a year now, and we're going through a rough time currently bc of shit he has been pulling in a specific adaptation, but that's fine. it's fine. other diegos are still my friends.

and then there's um. the. the. charles ix king of france as pictured by alexandre dumas in his book "la reine margot". my scrungly brungly son who has every disease. he's been occupying my brain for months at this point, he's so pathetic and miserable and his family is so so toxic, i genuinely feel sick and unwell thinking about him. and the rest of the last valois too, and catherine, and henri of navarre. there's a lot to overthink in that book (and in the other two too, i guess) and you can be sure i Have been overthinking it!

as for oc, i don't really have any, it was never my thing. there was kurzo, my d&d character, a halfling sailor cleric, who liked drinking and was afraid of water :') but ah. i'm not playing dnd anymore. and there was nicolò, a biotechnology student from palermo (as in studying in there. i never decided from where he was actually from, it was not important) who skipped classes to go paragliding. but as you can guess, that was less of an oc and more of a coping mechanism. i guess i just prefer to put characters i already know in situations, instead of inventing a whole new guy :>

#these are characters that are actively living in there #there are of course also characters that are living there passively #ready to awake at a moment notice

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just-some-random-blogger · 1 year ago

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"Well, I've heard that he comes across as a pompous ass, if that's what you mean."

LMMAAAAOOOOOOOOO SAUURRRR GOOOODODDDD

He moves to stand in front of you, finding your eyes. "Dear child, might I suggest steering clear of the Marquis and his associates whilst he is in residence with us here? It would simply be for the best. His reputation does preceed him."

WHAT HER DO THE EXACT OPPOSITE SMH

John Wick hated the name, but he liked you, so the name stayed. Him and his then wife somehow became your second set of parents, with your dad never around and your mother usually drowning in her fancy liquor.

AAWWWWWWW GIMME HIM

I SQUISH MI JOHNNY BOYY

"Whoever this Marquis is, I can handle him," you say determinedly. "I'll just act normal, do my job, go about business as usual."

LMMMAAAAAAOOOOO NO HAHAAHAHAHAHAHAH BUT GO OFF I GUESS

"You know me," you call after him, an impish grin on your face. "I'm only a shadow."

He is never beating those pompous ass allegations. You can't help but smirk from your post behind the concierge desk.

HAHAHAHAHHH

You look down briefly, smoothing out invisible creases on your black button-up shirt. Don't laugh. You roll out your shoulders. Compose yourself.

NNNNAUUURRR 😭😭😭😭😭😭 THATS SO MEEEE HAHAHAHB BSJEJWNWKS ME ASFFFF LMAAAOOOOOO HELLPPP 😭😭😭😭😭😭💳

"What is your name?" He asks, a perfect brow raised in anticipation.

Why he kinda-

A momentary pause, before he repeats your name. You want to hate the way he says it, as if he testing it on his tongue, seeing how it tastes.

SEEE SEEE SHE LIKE ME FR HAHAHHAHAHAHSKEIEJEJSNNSN 🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪

He finally walks away. But of course, of course he has to drive a chill up your spine as he calls over his shoulder, "Have her come up to me in twenty minutes."

🧍

"So much for your being 'only a shadow', hmm?" Charon echoes your sentiment, which has just been apparently disproven.

NAJSHHSHSHHSS IM SORRY CHARON I CANT HELP THAT IM THE MAIN CHARACTER

"Mmm," he hums, and tilts his head. "Tell me, what was so funny?"

NSJSJJSHSJSJSJSB AINT NO WAY THIS PETTY DUNDERHEAD CALLED FOR THIS LMMMMMMBBBBBAAAOOOOOO

"No, sir, I... I must admit, I don't quite remember what you speak of. I smirk to myself all the time. I've got plenty of inside jokes and all that."

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 MEEEE NAUUURRRRRR THIS IS TRULY A YN READER INSERT EXPERIENCE HAHAHHHHAHA

"Are you... well in the head?" He twirls his fingers beside his temple. The bastard.

PLEEEASSSEEE HES SO FUNNY FOR NOTHINNNGGGGGGG ANJAJWNWJKAKAKAS

"Yes, Marquis." You take a deep breath, but you can't help yourself. "But I assure you I'm just as demented as you are."

First of all i would have said no im not HAHAHAAH 🤪🤪🤪🤪✌️✌️✌️ SECOND OF ALL SHE REALLY JUST- 🧍

"Well," you say carefully, knowing the wrong word might set him off, "you could let the fool go. You've already taught him a lesson."

SHES CALLIN THE SHOTS NOW RATATATATTATATATATATTAT

"Leave us," the Marquis finally says. Well, shit.

🧍😗🍵👌 welp

"I hope you aren't busy," he says, walking to the other room.

[tucks hair] WHY HE KINDA

YOU WOULDN'T EVEN CARE THOOOOOO IF SHE WEREEEEE 🤬🤬🤬🤬👹👹👹🙅🙅🙅

You grumble under your breath, "So much for being a shadow."

Like i said

BUT GET IMMMMMMM GET THAT MONEY GET THAT DESIGNER SHITTTT EAT HIM DO IT FOR USSS

MORE MARQUIS MOREEEEEEE I LOOOOOOVED IT, L - O - V - E - D ITTT!!!!!!!

le marquis et le moineau - (ill)fated

Marquis de Gramont x f!reader

synopsis: one of several short stories, set up as a prequel to this oneshot of le marquis et le moineau. This is set in the early days, depicting the beginning of what would turn into a dangerous mutual infatuation.

more of moineau: le marquis et le moineau ▪︎ other works

word count: 2.5k ▪︎ themes/warnings: slow burn, mentions of violence (it's the John Wick universe ofc), language

"Welcome to the New York Continental. How may I be of service?" Charon asks in his flawless genial manner.

You stand behind him, his shadow in training. After only 3 short months as the 'Assistant to the Concierge' - (a title you picked over 'Assistant Concierge', in reference to a certain beloved TV series) - you've come to learn the ins and outs of the Continental.

What makes it tick. The demands of its peculiar crowd of usual guests. What is required to keep such an establishment up and running.

In truth, it takes a lot of fucking work. Much and more need to be swept under the rug so as to not attract attention. Guests need to be kept satisfied, their particular requests adhered to. As long as it is well within the rules of the High Table, of course.

The only thing separating you from the animals.

As if everyone in this sort of life has not already become animal. Well, isn't ignorance such bliss.

The man who introduced himself as Chidi says, "I have come ahead of my superior, the Marquis de Gramont. Needless to say, we must ensure that everything is well-prepared for his stay here in New York. Wouldn't you agree, Charon?"

"Of course, sir." Charon tilts his head. "I will personally see to that, don't you worry. Is he still set to arrive tonight at the planned hour?"

"He should be here at 6 this evening. I trust that the... agitator is being dealt with?"

Charon walks in front of the counter, taking a parcel from a bellhop. He keeps his gaze trained on Chidi. "With compliments of the Continental, sir. The proprietor has ensured that the liability will be brought to the penthouse of the Marquis."

"Very good." Chidi taps Charon on the shoulder once, before walking away, a satisfied sneer on his face.

"Just remember, sir," Charon calls out to him, making his stop in his tracks, "that no business may be conducted on Continental grounds."

"Hmm."

After a moment, you move to stand beside Charon.

"So, sir, what was that all about?"

He turns his head towards you fondly. "I'm sure you've heard of Marquis Vincent de Gramont."

"Well, I've heard that he comes across as a pompous ass, if that's what you mean."

Charon simply raises his eyebrows at you, already accustomed to your blunt, sarcastic manner of speaking. "Well, he will be staying with us for a couple of days, as he has some... business to deal with."

"I won't even ask."

You can't help but smile at Charon's nickname for you, one that heralds back to when your family first moved across the hall from him in one of the High Table sponsored apartment buildings in downtown Manhattan.

You had been only 12, but you were already well aware of your father's line of work. One that required him to be away on business to faraway cities each month, and caused him to rub elbows with the dregs of the underworld.

Not all of them were bad though. You grew fond of some of his associates, namely Charon, of course. And the one they called the Baba Yaga, but to you he was just Johnny.

More than a decade later, your father met his end on one of his jobs. One that was only supposed to be "quick and easy". He promised he would be back to you in no time, with a box of your favourite chocolates from Paris.

But he never came. And neither did the fucking chocolates, which truthfully, you now hated. Your father lost his life in that city, so you grew to loathe everything about it.

And now comes the Marquis, the man practically in charge of all of Paris. Not to the public eye, of course.

If Charon asks you to steer clear of him, it must be for good reason.

But you've never been good at following orders. Or staying out of trouble. Or keeping your mouth shut.

"Whoever this Marquis is, I can handle him," you say determinedly. "I'll just act normal, do my job, go about business as usual."

Charon takes a deep breath, resigning himself. "Very well. Just try not to catch his eye." A tenant raises her hand, demanding his attention, so he starts to head her way.

"You know me," you call after him, an impish grin on your face. "I'm only a shadow."

The Marquis de Gramont stands in the ornate lobby of the Continental, surrounded by his posse. Clad in an impeccable three-piece cream suit, his hair perfectly coiffed, his polished shoes gleaming to the naked eye.

He is never beating those pompous ass allegations. You can't help but smirk from your post behind the concierge desk.

You look down briefly, smoothing out invisible creases on your black button-up shirt. Don't laugh. You roll out your shoulders. Compose yourself.

Winston and Charon had greeted his entourage upon entering, and they've been hashing out the details of his stay for the last minute or two. Apparently, the Marquis has some very specific demands. Of course he does.

Those in the group exchange some final words, nodding to each other, seemingly satisfied. Charon raises his arm, directing the Marquis. "Right this way, if you please."

Hands on his hips, the Marquis makes his way over to the private elevator. Which only means that he will have to pass by your post.

You try to keep your head down, as a practiced sign of cordiality. Also, so that you don't let out an impromptu sneer. But you can't help it. Right when he passes by, you raise your head.

And he is already looking straight at you.

The corner of his lips is in a downturn, as if he is judging you where you stand. Pompous prick.

You don't let it faze you. "Welcome to the Continental. We hope you enjoy your stay," you greet him, eyes not leaving his in some sort of defiance.

"Hmm." He walks by, slowly, and you only want to urge him on. But just when he is clear of the reception desk, he turns on his heel.

"What is your name?" He asks, a perfect brow raised in anticipation.

You answer him, keeping your voice steady. You've learned a long time ago not to allow men like him the chance to intimidate you.

A momentary pause, before he repeats your name. You want to hate the way he says it, as if he testing it on his tongue, seeing how it tastes.

But hell, that French accent can make anything sound heavenly.

"Is there a problem, monsieur?" Charon has moved to your side, wary of the attention from the marquis.

Marquis de Gramont barely acknowledges Charon with a sideways glance, before looking back to you. "Non, no problem at all."

He finally walks away. But of course, of course he has to drive a chill up your spine as he calls over his shoulder, "Have her come up to me in twenty minutes."

You grit your teeth in an attempt to maintain cordiality. "Excuse me, sir?" He could have at least addressed me himself.

Nothing. He doesn't even look back at you as he enters the elevator, head dipped in hushed whispers to his security team.

"So much for your being 'only a shadow', hmm?" Charon echoes your sentiment, which has just been apparently disproven.

Winston draws closer, worried look on his face as he says, "Quite a conundrum, dear one. I'm considering sending someone else in your place, however, he did ask for you markedly."

Your stomach churned. "Maybe he just needs some attending? Room service? Basic cleanup? I don't know..." Basic cleanup being clearing the blood of the surfaces of his penthouse, especially after he deals with the man the establishment had caught and presented to him.

Deals with. But not kill. Never that. Not whilst on Continental grounds, that is.

Winston responds, "Perhaps so. I trust that you will handle it? I know you can, child."

You straighten yourself. "Of course I can. He's just some overgrown French brat."

But what the fuck does he want?

"If anything," Winston adds calmly, "and worst comes to worst, your dear Uncle Johnny would surely be happy to lend a hand."

Of course he will. Feeling much lighter, you shoot a smile at Charon and Winston, before returning to your post behind the desk.

18 more minutes.

The Marquis stays in the biggest penthouse of the Continental. The most exclusive part of the property, made even more opulent per his request.

New pieces of artwork are hung on the walls, requested from some New York Baron's private collection. Not that he had a choice.

The man - the traitor - known as Laurent had been staying at the Continental in the week prior, stupidly believing that he is free of the Marquis.

It only took one phone call, and of course, Winston had to relent. They kept Laurent in one of their best suites, lulling him into a false sense of security, all while preparing for the Marquis' arrival.

Then Laurent's room was filled with nitrous oxide, and he was tied up and taken to the Marquis' penthouse.

Laurent sits in a lone wooden chair, nearly unconscious in the middle of the drawing room as you enter, a gash of deep red on his temple.

Chidi sits directly in front of him, seemingly carrying out the interrogation. His superior, on the other hand, lazily sits on the plush couch on the far side of the room. Looking as if he'd rather be anywhere but here. As if there isn't a man being tortured right in front of his eyes.

One of his men announces your arrival, but you sense the Marquis has already noticed your presence.

You clear your throat. "You asked for me, sir?"

"Mmm," he hums, and tilts his head. "Tell me, what was so funny?"

"I'm sorry?"

"When you first saw me in the lobby," he stands, stalking over to you, "you smirked. I wish to know what it was that brought you to react in such a manner."

This is why he asked for me? Because I smirked? Oh, for fuck's -

He steps forward, closer. "Cat got your tongue?"

"No, sir, I... I must admit, I don't quite remember what you speak of. I smirk to myself all the time. I've got plenty of inside jokes and all that."

"To yourself?"

"Yes."

"Are you... well in the head?" He twirls his fingers beside his temple. The bastard.

"Yes, Marquis." You take a deep breath, but you can't help yourself. "But I assure you I'm just as demented as you are."

A gloom falls over his face, and you sense his security team tense up. Preparing for him to say the word.

Your eyes trail around the room, and continue, "And everyone else in this world of ours."

The Marquis stares at you. Half-indignant, and dare you think it, half-amused.

His lips twitch, fighting back a smirk of his own, and his eyes rake your figure. From your uniform shoes to your hands to your lips. Then back to your gaze.

"Fair point." He shrugs, and the room settles once again. His men look away from the pair of you.

He turns, beckoning you to follow. A few feet in front of Laurent, he asks, "What do you make of this?"

Of this? You mean of him? The way the Marquis speaks, as if Laurent is merely a thing to be dealt with and not a person, bothers you. But such is the way of your world.

"Laurent Castillon. French-Italian sommelier. If I understand correctly, he cheated you out of what would have been successful dinner plans."

Sommelier, an arms dealer. Dinner plans, whatever you can concoct with the use of guns. You're more than accustomed to the language, having picked it up over the years.

"Excellent." The Marquis clasps his hands, pleased. "Now, what do you make of this? What would you do, if you were in my shoes?"

He is testing you, prodding you on. Seeing if you would curl back in your shell or flinch.

Is there a wrong answer here, or is this all just some game?

"I would set things right, I suppose."

"You suppose?" He repeats, dissatisfied. "We don't deal in half measures."

"I would - ," you look him directly in his eyes, "I would make him pay."

Something sparks in Marquis de Gramont's eyes. Recognition? Appreciation? Excitement?

"Won't that be a waste?" He takes a step closer, eliminating the space between you.

Stand your ground.

You shrug, "Such is life."

He smiles, "Indeed, petit moineau."

In a flash, without breaking your gaze, he takes a handgun from the inner lining of his jacket and shoots Laurent in the knee. He keels over, screaming.

The familiar sound rings in your ears, making you dig your nails in the flesh of your palm.

The Marquis does not even flinch, does not even look at Laurent who is writhing on the floor in pain.

"And what now?" He rubs an eyebrow with his thumb, still holding his gun carelessly with that hand.

"That depends." What the fuck did he call me? Moineau? "How gracious do you feel tonight?"

"Why?"

"Well," you say carefully, knowing the wrong word might set him off, "you could let the fool go. You've already taught him a lesson."

A long, torturous pause. He does not seem to like that suggestion.

"Take him away." He gives a sudden order, and all his men rush to obey. Seconds pass, and Laurent is out of your sight. Only Chidi and two other men are left hovering in the corner.

"Leave us," the Marquis finally says. Well, shit.

The door shuts behind the men, and you are left alone, with one of the most notorious men in the city. Perhaps the world.

"What's going to happen to him?" You find yourself asking, to fill the silence and also because you're genuinely curious.

He looks at you in confusion, as if the answer is the most obvious thing. "He dies, of course."

You swallow, a picture of forced composure. "Of course."

He rolls his eyes. "Sure, not here on the Continental and all that nonsense. But it does not matter. He dies anyway."

He dies. He says that so easily, like a life means nothing. It probably means nothing to him. Your father would probably have only been another life to spend, just another one in the roster, in his eyes.

"I hope you aren't busy," he says, walking to the other room.

"What did you have in mind?" Why can't he just send me away already?

"We shall dine together. I could use the company."

You grumble under your breath, "So much for being a shadow."

"Pardon?" He asks, just before reaching the archway to the dining room.

"I said, it would be my pleasure."

"Hmm."

Two can play at this game, Marquis.

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