#i wanna stand on those mountains

[opens-up-4-nobody]

Me, decorating my room: ...should I get a naruto poster?

Also me: If I search for naruto posters... they'll all make me angry in a way that's fucking unhinged

[lord-prey]

Crying shaking and screaming, my voice got quivery while I was presenting

[bookwyrminspiration]

hey who designed the pesta fight sequences I just wanna talk

[prythianpages]

Wanna Be Yours | Rhysand x Reader

Rhysand x Reader | When the Night Court and Dawn Court strike a deal, healers in exchange for Illyrian training, you rush at the opportunity to leave your home. You plan to keep a low profile but upon meeting the High Lord of night, your efforts are futile. He takes an instant liking to you and is set on being yours.

warnings: angst, mentions of blood and injury

a/n: This can be read as a stand alone imagine :) but there will be a part two. once again, we have another mini series inspired by a song: I wanna be yours by the Arctic Monkeys. I love when the guy falls in love with the girl first and I feel like it suits Rhys. This takes place before the events of ACOTAR.

The world awakens to a gentle warmth–a tender kiss from dawn. The stars are like a fading dream, bidding their silent farewell and the first rays of sunlight emerge, painting the sky in hues of soft pinks and purples. The world seems to hold its breath and so do you.

It’s so beautiful. The way night surrenders to day. The way that no matter how dark it gets, the sun will rise again. It makes you miss home but you don’t miss what waits for you there.

“You don’t belong here.”

You startle and the world tilts beneath your feet. The edge of the terrace offers a daunting view of the Court of Nightmares–a harsh landscape of rocky mountains that seems to promise a swift but unforgiving descent. A hand grasps your arm, pulling you back from the brink, the force spinning you around until you find sanctuary in a pair of strong arms.

As you lift your head, the world regains its focus, but your breath hitches at the sight before you.

 A man, heartbreakingly handsome, captures your gaze. He has sun-kissed skin and short dark hair, reminiscent of a raven’s feather, that frames features that seem almost too perfect to be real. Yet, it’s his eyes that draw you in–a shade of blue so deep it borders on violet. Flecks of silver dance within those celestial irises, mirroring the stars that had bid their farewell earlier. His gaze is intense, sparkling with an allure that feels both familiar and bewitching.

“Breathe, darling.”

His voice wraps around you like the answer to a question you hadn’t even fathomed to think of yet–a revelation that ignites a feeling you can’t quite discern but it stirs the deepest recesses of your heart. 

Suddenly, you’re pushing away from the male with a deep exhale as a delicate pink that reflects the sky above you flushes your cheeks.

“y/n!”

Your eyes widen at the sound of your name being called.

“y/n.” The male in front of you repeats to himself and you never thought your name would sound so beautiful as it does in this very moment. His lips curl into a knowing smirk.

Alette, your guide, comes into your view. She bends over slightly as her chest heaves and she catches up with her breath. She turns to the male, bowing her head in acknowledgment. “My High Lord.”

All blood drains from your face and your heart skips a beat. High Lord. You just met the High Lord of the Night Court and embarrassingly so. You contemplate whether it’s too late to bow your head or not but the thought of Alette scolding you for not doing it sooner stops you.

“I see you’ve met one of our new healers.” Alette inclines her head toward your sorry state. “I do apologize for her entering your palace without prior clearance.”

Cauldron boil you. You caught a glimpse of him pressing his lips together, as if suppressing something. Perhaps a scowl, frown or smile–you don’t know– because you're swiftly averting your gaze. You’re too scared to move, not wanting to draw more attention to yourself than you already have.

“Forgive me,” you’re saying as you drop to your knees and bow your head. “I didn't mean to trespass. I felt a little suffocated down there and I had no idea this was your home.”

“Where are you from?”

Panic steals your voice and it’s Alette who answers for you.

“She’s one of the few healers that came from Dawn, my High Lord.”

You sense the weight of his gaze upon you, an intensity that envelops you with an almost overwhelming power. Your throat tightens.

“And what of her skill?”

“The best of this year’s cohort.” Alette replies with no hesitation. There’s a fondness in her voice that makes your heart swell with pride. Your efforts have not gone unnoticed.

“You may rise.” It takes a while for you to register that the High Lord is addressing you until Alette is awkwardly clearing her throat. You blink and rise to your feet but keep your gaze low. 

“You’re coming with me.”

You lift your gaze, gaping at his back. Does he—No, there’s no way he can know. The High Lord pauses. 

He turns his head over his shoulder and looks at you in an expectant manner. You look at Alette, who nods her head at you, so hesitantly, you follow after him. Your heart races as you hear him tell Alette to pack your things because you won’t be staying in the Court of Nightmares anymore.

**

Velaris, the city of Starlight, is a breathtaking haven nestled within the Night Court. It’s often referred to as the Court of Dreams. It’s a place of ethereal beauty and enchantment. The stark contrast it presents in comparison to the haunting Court of Nightmares leaves you in awe. 

But what strikes you the most is the High Lord of the Night Court–the master of duality. In Hewn City, where the air is always thick with tension, he wears a cold, stoic mask and every calculated step he takes echoes the weight of his stern authority and great power. This is the High Lord you’ve heard of. So when he told you, you’d be joining him in the city of his private residence, you were terrified.

It was a short lived fear because the High Lord you’ve heard of is not the High Lord you’ve come to know over the past couple of weeks. In Velaris, he sheds the shroud of shadows and reveals a different side to him. A softer side. A leader built from genuine warmth and kindness. 

You’ve come to understand he has a complex role as High Lord of the Night Court. He is a blend that is both harsh and dangerous, yet undeniably beautiful and remarkable, constantly navigating through the delicate balance of power and compassion. 

There is one unchanging thread that weaves through both cities. A thread of charismatic arrogance. He carries it effortlessly, employing it in a charming grace. One that he directs skillfully, particularly, when he turns the full force of his charm on you. You’d be lying if you said you were immune to it.

Upon your arrival, the High Lord–or Rhysand as he prefers you to call him– introduced you to the city’s healer. Madja. Though you’ve undergone extensive training in your home court, it felt little compared to the years of experience Madja carried with her, leading her to take you under her wing as her apprentice. You were a fast learner and given the nature of Azriel’s–Rhysand’s spymaster– and Cassian’s –Rhysand’s general commander– jobs, you had a lot of practice and challenges to hone your skills.

A tired yawn escapes from you as you navigate the halls of the infirmary to Madja’s study with the intention of wishing her a goodnight before retiring to your room. Your stops falter when your ears pick up on the distinct voices of Cassian and Azriel and suddenly you’re wide awake.

“–was ambushed by dark forces–”

“–never seen so much blood–”

“–I should make haste then–”

“–he only wants y/n–”

Shadows slink out from the corners, momentarily dimming the faelight in your hand in a silent greeting. The voices, once animated, hush and then cease altogether. Madja is the first to emerge from the study, with Azriel and Cassian trailing behind.

"The High Lord requests your presence.”

**

Not much can unsettle you, given your role as a healer. You’ve tended to a variety of injuries, seen tremendous amounts of spilled blood and have had to navigate through the sorrow of heartbreaking losses. But this. This feels different. This isn’t just anyone.

It’s Rhysand.

The male, who despite his shameless flirting, has consistently shown nothing but kindness to you. Though the nature of your relationship is uncertain, the mere thought of him being harmed sends a sharp pang through your chest, an ache that transcends the usual clinical detachment you maintain in your profession.

There’s an urgency in your steps as you approach Rhysand’s weak form on the infirmary bed. His body is extremely pale and shivering. A thick layer of sweat clings to his skin. There’s blood everywhere. On the floor, on the bed. It continues to seep out of the wound at his abdomen.

His lids are heavy, laden with exhaustion but he still manages a weary smile when he spots you. “You’re here,” he breathes in surprise, his words carrying a blend of relief and vulnerability.

“I’m here,” you confirm with a reassuring smile as you brush back his hair from his face. Though your touch is gentle, the lines on his face seem to deepen.

The air around you begins to shimmer with a soft, golden light. You cast a keen eye over his abdomen, the golden light dancing around you as you assess the full extent of his injury. The wound is deep and not healing as it should and your nose crinkles as the pungent smell of poison drifts up at you.

Rhysand winces as your healing touch meets his wound. Despite his blood staining your hands, you move with practiced ease, drawing upon the healing energies within you. Each movement is deliberate, an intricate crossing between magic and skill as you strive to counteract the effects of the poison.

Rhysand sucks in a sharp breath. He feels like he is dying but he won’t admit that to you. He doesn’t want to scare you. “It hurts.”

“I know,” you respond, your brows furrowing in concentration. The quicker you work, the less pain he’ll have to endure altogether. “It’s the poison.”

His eyes squeeze shut and his face contorts with agony as you press further into the wound. A strangled whimper escapes from his lips.

“I’m sorry,” you frown, halting your movements. You turn your head toward the double doors, where you know Madja waited in her study despite the late hour, in case you required assistance. “Should I go get Madja instead?”

“No,” his hands weakly grasps yours to keep them from leaving him. “I–I’m okay. I only need you.”

You nod and take a deep breath, urging your power to continue surging through your bones and veins. Your power is like a current, charged with vitality, eager to breathe life into every fiber of the recipient’s being. You sense the poison recoiling at your touch, prompting another cry from Rhysand. Though you know the poison will put up a painful fight, there’s a sense of relief as you realize it is one you can win.

“It’s going to feel worse before it gets better,” you say, your eyes darting to your makeshift table. “I don’t have anything for you to bite down onto. I’m sorry.”

 “Tell me a story,” he pleads, his voice desperate and raspy. “Anything. Please.”

“Anything?” You say in contemplation, falling into a thoughtful pause as you search your mind for a story to tell.

“When I was a little girl and my parents were separating, my uncle would take me to the countryside,” you begin to share, your voice softening from the fond memory. And in the intimate space between you and Rhysand, a shift occurs. 

“It was my favorite place in all of Dawn. The flowers were always in bloom and the grass was tall and green. We would wake up early to watch the sunrise together. Those were the moments where the world felt so still yet so gentle.”

“One night, as the moon surrendered its space to the rising sun, I cried. The realization of the sun and moon being eternal strangers gripped my little heart. The sun, in its golden glory, would never know the tender glow of the moon, and the moon, adorned in silver brilliance, would remain untouched by the sun's warm embrace. It made me sad.”

“My uncle, at first, laughed. He teased me, which made me cry harder. He realized the genuine depth of my sorrow and that’s when he shared something with me,” you continue, a nostalgic smile plays on your lips. 

Unbeknownst to you, Rhysand’s gaze warms in the embrace of the shared memory. He’s momentarily distracted from the stabbing pain.

"He told me that the moon's glow is but a reflection of the sun's radiance," you explain, the magic of your tale intertwining with the magic of your healing touch. "How beautiful, he said. That the love of the sun for the moon is so pure that he sets down so that people can admire the beauty of her.”

"I was still sad, holding onto that stubborn desire to witness the sun and moon together. That's when my uncle introduced me to the magic of an eclipse—a rare celestial dance where the sun and moon finally come face to face. When the next one arrived, my uncle whisked me back to the countryside to witness it, and for the first time, I felt such overwhelming joy. Tears welled in my eyes but they were tears of happiness. I didn’t know one could cry tears of joy until that moment.”

Still aglow, your hands continue their delicate work. You take note of the relaxation manifesting into the features of Rhysand but there’s a weariness that now settles over you. You know all traces of the poison are gone because its toxic essence was absorbed by you in your haste to protect him. It takes its toll on you, wearing you down and leaving you feeling slightly unsteady, but all you care about is him.

The gaping wound on his abdomen gradually yields to your skillful touch, and a peaceful look settles over his face. His eyes flutter shut, and in the hushed room, Rhysand's words pierce through, lingering like a delicate whisper in the air.

"I think I might be in love with you." 

The confession tugs at the strings of your heart, urging it to soar, but you swiftly quell the rising emotions. You attribute Rhysand's words to the delirium induced by his pain, knowing he’d forget all about it. You wouldn’t be surprised if he forgot your story as well.

You swiftly clean him up and use your magic to replace the bloody sheets with clean ones before taking your leave. Exhaustion tears at your bones and you can only muster a meek smile to Azriel and Cassian, who waited anxiously outside the infirmary doors for an update. You head straight to your room after and collapse onto your bed.

The following night, as you retire to your room from another day of endless work and studying, you find a carefully wrapped gift at your door. There’s no name on it but as you read the note attached, you have an intuitive inkling as to who the thoughtful gifter was. 

To the Sun, in your golden glory, may you always feel such overwhelming joy.

A beautiful embellished trinket box lays beneath the wrapping engraved with two cosmic entities–the sun and the moon. As you open the small keepsake, you're greeted by an ethereal glow that radiates from within. It casts a warm and soft light and you watch as a projection of the moon and sun dance around you before finally converging into a mesmerizing eclipse. 

**

Rhysand's POV

Like clockwork, Rhysand wakes at the break of dawn with the tendrils of a persistent dream lingering in his mind. A dream that has possessed his nights for weeks. As sleep releases its grasp on his eyes, he reluctantly rises from the bed and decides to get ready for the day, knowing that if he tried, he would not be able to fall back asleep.

He navigates through the familiar halls of the Moonstone palace, mindlessly making his way toward one of the terraces. His steps falter.

There, amidst the hues of the awakening city below, stands a feminine silhouette–a vision bathed in the tender light of dawn. You.

A sense of cautious curiosity courses through him, eclipsing the remnants of his restless dreams. His gaze lingers on you. There's a nuance in your presence, a fine radiance that hints that you are not from here and though he should be concerned over an unannounced visitor in his home, he can’t bring himself to do so.

 A flutter dances in his chest. He’s speaking before he could even properly think.

“You don’t belong here.”

You startle and lose your footing. You’re about to fall but before gravity claims its toll, he moves quickly. He reaches forward and grasps your arm, pulling you from the dangers of the edge of the terrace and into the safety of his arms instead. You lift your head and a gasp escapes your lips. Your eyes widen as they look up into his.

“Breathe, darling.”

His mind is searching yours with a quiet desperation but all you are thinking about is how devastatingly handsome he is. He doesn’t perceive you as a threat. Yet, there’s something hauntingly familiar about you.

He hears a name being called. Yours. And then it hits him like a sudden gust of wind. You’re the girl from his dreams. The one he’s dreamt of nearly every day this week and as he repeats the name, his lips curve up into a smirk.

He found you and realization dawns upon him like the morning sun. You don’t belong here but not because you’re from a different court. It’s because you belong with him.

[moonchild-in-blue]

Show Me How To Dance Forever info dump

Alright, I'm joining the research team side of tumblr and going through every element of the website / new information. A lot of what's here has been posted by others, so this is more of a compilation of things and me thinking out loud.

The Code - D O U O S V A V V M

The Shugborough Inscription is a sequence of letters – O U O S V A V V, between the letters D M on a lower plane – carved on the 18th-century Shepherd's Monument in the grounds of Shugborough Hall in Staffordshire, England, below a mirror image of Nicolas Poussin's painting the Shepherds of Arcadia (...) [about the relief] On the tomb is carved the Latin text Et in arcadia ego ("I am also in Arcadia" or "I am, even in Arcadia") The letters on the second line, D M, were commonly used on Roman tombs to stand for Dis Manibus, meaning "dedicated to the shades". (from wikipedia page)

I'm not gonna go into much detail about the whole Holy Grail thing, bevause you've all probably read this article by now. I do wanna point point out the obvious Arcadia = Eden connection:

Arcadia (Greek: Αρκαδία) refers to a vision of pastoralism and harmony with nature. The term is derived from the Greek province of the same name which dates to antiquity; the province's mountainous topography and sparse population of pastoralists later caused the word Arcadia to develop into a poetic byword for an idyllic vision of unspoiled wilderness. Arcadia is a poetic term associated with bountiful natural splendor and harmony. The 'Garden' is often inhabited by shepherds. The concept also figures in Renaissance mythology. Although commonly thought of as being in line with Utopian ideals, Arcadia differs from that tradition in that it is more often specifically regarded as unattainable. Furthermore, it is seen as a lost, Edenic form of life, contrasting to the progressive nature of Utopian desires. Greek mythology and the poetry of Theocritus inspired the Roman poet Virgil to write his Eclogues, a series of poems with references to Arcadia as the home of Pan, pipes and singing. (from wikipedia page)

And to point put what the shades in "dis manibus" mean:

In ancient Roman religion, the Manes (/ˈmeɪniːz/, Latin: mānēs, Classical Latin: [ˈmaː.neːs̠]) or Di Manes are chthonic deities sometimes thought to represent souls of deceased loved ones. They were associated with the Lares, Lemures, Genii, and Di Penates as deities (di) that pertained to domestic, local, and personal cult. They belonged broadly to the category of di inferi, "those who dwell below", the undifferentiated collective of divine dead. (from wikipedia page)

POINTING OUT that the Lares are viewed as guardians (sacred guardians if you will -> see Chokehold (I come as a blade, a sacred guardian) and the TOG poem (I am the teeth of God).

The Divide / The Choices

SPEAKING OF the TOG poem, the first email that prompts the choice of house reads "Behold, a Divide", which is very similar to " I am the line between" verse of the poem.

We are presented with two images (which I will get into it later) - House Veridian (crossed swords) and Feathered Host (a feather)

House Veridian: The House Must Endure Feathered Host: The Cycle Must Be Broken

House Veridian

Veridian is probably a reference to the colour viridian, given the symbol is green. Interestingly enough, this pigment is a "hydrated chromium(III) oxide", os an HEXAGONAL SHAPE (the same shape of the images we see on the email. ALSO. OMG YOU GUYSSSS LOOK:

It is antiferromagnetic up to 307 K, the Néel temperature

What's that you ask? WELL:

In materials that exhibit antiferromagnetism, the magnetic moments of atoms or molecules, usually related to the spins of electrons, align in a regular pattern with neighboring spins (on different sublattices) pointing in opposite directions.

THIS IS BLOODSPORT AND ALKALINE ALL OVER AGAIN, I'M GONNA THROW UP. VESSEL YOU BEAUTIFUL BASTARD NERD. MORE:

Chromium(III) oxide is amphoteric AKA In chemistry, an amphoteric compound (from Greek amphoteros 'both') is a molecule or ion that can react both as an acid and as a base

BITCH.

It is also used to polish BLADES! SWORDS! HMMMM!!!!!

If we think of The House as A Vessel for a god (which is basically what they are, mortal houses of worship), we can definitely see it as "I, the guardian, the fighter, the blade, must endure" . See Chokehold and Higher especially for this.

Feathered Host

I think the connection with thw TNDNBTG/ Euclid is pretty obvious. The constant imagery of angels and heaven in his lyrics, the "cycle" that is completed and repeated with those two songs. The cycle is broken, but it loops again.

You live with angels vs your wings won't find you heaven. You are the garden vs I will go back to Eden. You are far away where I can't reach you vs I will bring down heaven myself for you. Gods vs mortals vs angels. Beginning and End. Like F. Ocean said, "it's a loop. the other side of a loop it's a loop".

I think both of these choices are a very clear representation of the story that has been presented in the trilogy, but even more so in TMBTE. The dichotomy between continuing to fight, to spill blood, to be a hones and well polished tool, and the realisation of the enormity of the violence that persists. The desire for peace, the longing for simpler, more innocent times, for Eden, for Arcadia. A utopia that may only exist in dreams, long forgotten. The fields of elation now barren and sealed off.

Euclid marks the moment of breach, where there's finally a clear thread of hope. The break of the bough, the killing of the self, of the ego. But even then, there is still some attachment for the past weaved between the frayed ends. It's still the autumns leaves, do you remember me? And the final callback to TNDNBTG, the loop. An everlasting ouroboros, the venomous serpent biting its own tail, Even and The Tempter one and the same.

I find it interesting how the double-swords can mean so much. In tarot, it represents an impasse, a stalemate (the card is a blindfolded woman - see the Rain guardian - under the moon holding the two swords). It's used as a battlefield marker. In chemistry, double daggers are used to indicate the Transition State of a chemical reaction. Much to think about.

Show Me How To Dance Forever

Right so, I already made a half-assed post about the Nothing Lasts Forever to Show Me How To Dance Forever pipeline, but I'm keeping it here anyways. They have mentioned dance many times before, in the WH cover, in Aqua Regia and Ascensionism, in the interludes (where they say something about dancing with life and death both if I'm not mistaken).

Now, Aqua Regia makes a reference to Dark Signs . I'm done dancing to alarm bells // (...) I could see dark signs, alarm bells in your eyes. AND, Dark Signs has one of my most favourite lyrics, which goes: I might bend and break to my basic needs to be loved and close to somebody. WHICH WE CAN CONNECT to I Wanna Dance With Somebody (who loves me).

Which poses the question: WHAT are we dancing to? Are we giving in yet again to the need for love, and reveling in what it is a flawed and broken cadence of pleasure and pain alike? Or are we asking to be shown how to dance instead of fight, how to turn despair into tenderness. How to live this new life, a new beginning? Are we forever doomed to waltz with Death, to balance fire in the earth, or are sailing away to new ports, leaving funeral pyres behind towards a new shore, to Arcadia? MANY SUCH QUESTIONS!

The Black Flamingo

I don't know dawg. Is he Vessel? Black and tall and elegant and kinda weird?? Ridiculous wingspan??? Jk. I know some people have already talked about it, and it's potentially connected to the TOG novel (which I haven't read yet), so I'll leave that to you.

I might be missing some things but this is what I have for now. My brain hurts lmao.

[jscrawls]

Widows rest

My take on a Black widow! Reader x Batman and Batfam but with a slight twist, reader doesn't know the Bats but they seem to know them...

Warning: contains avengers infinity war spoilers, black widow spoilers, mentions of death, poor writing, ooc writing,

Part 16: a shared web

🔹🔹🔹

The towers cold tonight, a cold New York breeze blows in through the open panels as you watch the streets far below, either FRIDAY doesn't wanna bother with you or starks slacking on paying the electric now. You wouldn't put either past the man.

The mission went bad today, the informant had bad Intel and what was supposed to be a simple bug plant turned into a fire fight. One that spread and went south when civilians got caught in the middle of things. Four casualties, nine more injured, all because you were incompetent.

A horn honks somewhere on the street below, you watch mutely as two people get into an arguement from their cars, screaming in an unidentifiable cacophony of road rage that honestly sounds inhuman from where you’re sitting. you don’t even turn your head when your door slides open behind you, you know she’s there.

“brooding isn't a good look on you.” she murmurs softly as she pads up behind you, the carpet crunching softly under her as she stands at your side, just behind you watching you stare stubbornly out the open window.

you can’t bring yourself to look back at her, you know she knows too. “…. How are they reacting down there.”

you’re straight to the point, arms crossing over your chest as if to close yourself off from her. Or maybe it's a comfort thing.

she turns her head slowly, heavy lidded green eyes studying your every expression, every twitch, every breath. “…they’re tired, no ones talking right now.”

“so they’re still pissed.”

“they’re tired. things were harder than expected, obviously everyone’s going to take some r&r.”

“i was there nat, no one could even look at me on the way back.” you're annoyed at the bitterness slipping into your voice.

she falls silent, when you look at her she’s staring right at you with that same calm look in her eyes that you’re frustratingly used to at this point, the silence is heavy, she’s waiting.

“It's…I failed, Natalia. I screwed up and now everyone's paying penance.” your eyes dart away again, if you closed your eyes right now you could almost pretend the cold breeze blowing in your window is the same as the cold mountain air from your childhood, the heaviness in your chest is already exactly the same as it was in that academy.

a hand drops on your shoulder roughly “You didn't fail, you didn't. we can't account for human error-” your head turns quickly and meets her stare with a frustrated expression. “I was to get inside and get out unnoticed. Those lives lost are on me.”

anxiety and frustration curls your lip, why doesn’t she get it?

“(name). Enough. This isn't worth it-” her voice is almost stern, something between a plead and a command while her hand squeezes your shoulder tighter. but you’re not having it right now. “isn't it though? How much blood will i get to spill before your friends decide I'm a liability, before they throw me in that floating Tartarus and wash their hands of me?”

you push her hand off as you turn away from her, she’s got barton, the captain, fury, hell she’s even got james. people that extend their trust to her, see the humanity in natalia. and you?….you’ve got her.

“…. Exactly as much as when they cut me off as well, and not a moment before that. You and I are a team now, a joint unit. We're stuck doing this together, (name). Fuck ups and all…” her voice softens again as she follows you across the room to the edge of your bed, when you sit she does too, her hand again finding your shoulder.

her expression is stubborn, when you look at her. but even the scowl on her lips and narrowed eyes can’t hide the hurt in her body language, again you feel guilt curling in your gut, squeezing around your lungs so much so that you crumble a little. you’re far too good at hurting people.

“…. I'm sorry, i feel useless here. I was shaped to kill, not…. All this. i don’t feel like a hero.” you slip into your mother tongue naturally, it feels more…private, that way. you shake your head as you look away from her morose expression, resting your elbows on your knees so you can curl away from her in shame, you’re the one who failed, and now you’re lashing out at nat?

the room falls silent, save for the sounds of the street below drifting through the open window. you barely even hear her breathing beside you as she squeezes your shoulder one last time, then lets her hand fall into her lap.

“….. Neither do I.”

her words are spoken thoughtfully, neither looking at the other as you both marinate on what happened earlier, what can you even say to her? tell her she shouldn’t feel that way? that she’s the one who deserves to feel like a hero after all she’s done to earn the title? remind her she was the best of the widows? you know her, she’d just turn your words on you and tell you the same, say you were trying and that’s what counts or something like that. you know her.

“….maybe someday we’ll get there, until then the two of us almost make a whole hero. better stick together until that day, yeah?”

you nudge her with your elbow, trying to make yourself sound lighter than you feel in the moment. when she looks up at you and smiles you know things are okay between you two, only a widow could understand another widow.

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your heads pounding when you wake up, your skin sticky with sweat and you’re out of breath and shaking like you’re cold, even sitting up causes you pain not too dissimilar to when you first woke up in that hospital weeks ago…

god you need to get a grip, you wriggle out of the sweaty sheets and sit on the edge of the bed while your visions swimming, a shaking hand rubs at your eyes and you’re shocked when you realize you’re crying. you miss her so much….

your heart clenches painfully behind your ribs as you think about the dream, you died and left natalia alone. or rather now you’re alone. it was for the best of course, you couldn’t have went on if she’d jumped like she wanted, too many people needed her alive. they didn’t need you the same way, you should be happy you fulfilled a purpose in the end, you weren’t useless. but you must have hurt her.

you flop back in the bed with a big sigh, it’s what, four? five? there’s no way you’re falling back asleep after that. you should train or something…the ache behind your eyes and nausea welling up in your throat disagrees.

you also have zero desire to get up and leave the room and risk running into someone in your vulnerable state, so you roll over and paw around for your phone on the nightstand, nearly knocking it off in your blind search. you nearly throw up when the scorchingly bright light hits your eyes and makes your headache worse.

this so isn’t worth it….yet you power through it and pull up your current work in progress, your file on the terrorists and the possible affiliates you're compiling. You don't have anything new to add or go through though and you've read and reread your little folder multiple times now.

with nothing else to do you switch to the GCPD scanners for a little ambient environment enrichment, their online filing system isn’t great, but it’s a visual distraction while you listen to idle radio chatter. Reading through case notes and what little evidence they file on their database about random cold cases. They've got a lot in Gotham it seems.

you perk up when the scanners pop off, rushed chatter crackles through the room with multiple officers talking over each other at once. you pop an earbud in to silence the room and listen intently. words like ‘breakout’ ‘escape’ ‘organized’ stands out with all the chaos. sounds like the pyromaniacs are now bold enough to hit up the police station to free their comrades in holding.

Interesting, that's a little too organized for your liking….

something itches in the back of your mind and you glance at the door of your room, your intuition going wild.

your sock-covered feet pad near silent down the halls as you stalk through the dark manor, you know the cameras must be in use yet you don’t care at the moment. something uncomfortable pounds in the back of your head and it’s not just the migraine.

the first room you stop at is empty, the ballet flats hang off the edge of the vanity chair and the beds perfectly made and tucked, no sign of Cass anywhere. Your eyes narrow when you see her duffel bag still peeking out from under the edge of the bedframe, so much for ballet practice. You close the door and move on to the next room.

The one with the computers next, again there's no one inside and judging by the empty energy drinks littering the desk you don't think Tim's concerned about getting enough sleep for his job.

Damian’s room is the one that concerns you, despite your attempts to not get caught up with the kids. Where would a thirteen year old go at night? You hesitate in the doorway for a moment, what's that on the wall?…you start to step into the room.

“what are you doing?”

Alfred's coming closer, looking tired and noticeably disgruntled when he sees you standing in Damian's open doorway.

Damn him for always skulking around.

“I was looking for someone….I had a question about something.”

You turn towards him and step out of the room, forcing yourself to ignore the two swords hanging up that you hadn't noticed before. You silently note that he came from the opposite direction of his quarters, the man spends too much time in that library.

“And just what could be so important at this hour that you wanted to bother all the children?” His eyes narrow as he crosses his arms over his chest, he's tenser than you've ever seen him before and you don't like how he's looking at you like you're downright hostile. This is a man reacting to a threat.

All the children huh, so he was watching you. “I had….a dream.” You meet his eyes as you speak, forcing yourself to look as embarrassed as possible. “I…. Thought maybe it was…. Maybe a memory? I…wanted to ask someone if the details….I thought i was getting something back.”

You look away briefly, and when you look back his expression is softening considerably, you took a gamble on your excuse and it seems to have paid off. He slowly uncrosses his arms and gestures for you to follow him. You know you've got him distracted now.

“That's…. Why don't you tell me about it over a cup of tea, I'm sure I could help you sort this all out. Master Wayne….”

The kitchens quiet between the two of you, doubt still flickers across his face but he seems to relax even more as you go into detail about remembering Cass and Damian being with you when you were attacked. Maybe you should pay more mind to those strange dreams because he seems to actually let some of his guard down for once.

“That is indeed how it went, this is…. Very good news my dear. Very good…I think something in you is healing.” He smiles genuinely at you and leans forward to rest his elbows on the table, twirling his cup idly as he seems to get lost in thought.

You didn't get the answers you wanted, and now you've got more questions, Alfred must be monitoring you if he knows you went through multiple rooms, but why is he always up? Maybe you should start looking for where those cameras are being checked soon.

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“Give me permission to go out.”

You're caught off guard by the sudden demand as soon as you walk into one of the living rooms, Damian approaches you with crossed arms and a serious expression on his young face, Titus follows after him and sniffs your thigh disinterestedly before turning away from you.

“I'm…excuse me?” your face must betray your confusion because he sighs and straightens up before replying.

“Father has forbidden me from going out without an adult right now and he's healing, Alfred is running errands or I would ask him to take me. I just need you to give me permission.”

You're still very much confused after that explanation, what's so important and when did Bruce establish this rule? Was it because of your talk with Alfred? “…what're you going out for? It's almost dark out.”

He looks away, shoulders lifting as he shifts, is he upset?

“…Drake trashed my school project and I'm... Feeling a bit fratricidal at the moment. I'm forbidden from retaliating so I'd like to get out of the manor before I commit a murder.”

“You could push him in front of a car, seems to be a family trait right now.”

He ducks his head but you don't miss the small twisting of his lips at your joke, at least he didn't look disturbed at the dark humor, you'll take the small win.

“I'm not sure I'd get away with it, but I'll consider your suggestion. I'll let you know if I need an alibi.” He looks up at you again as he speaks, he's so serious about it that for a moment you're unsure if he's actually joking or not.

“sounds like you've got a plan kiddo, let me know when you're hiding the body, I've got some airtight ideas.”

You snort at your own joke as you stroll past the kid, when he trails after you you're a bit surprised. When did you agree to babysit?

“You still didn't give me an answer, I need a parents permission to go out.”

The kids persistent about leaving at this hour, the dog trots after him as you both step out of the room into one of the big halls.

“I'm not sure I count as your authority figure right now, Damian. And I doubt you're allowed to just run off even if I were, are you just gonna walk up and down the road or something?”

You're not sure what the kid wants from you, does he think Bruce still sees you as an appropriate authority who can make decisions for underage people? You doubt it, the kid probably thinks he can take advantage of your confusion to get what he wants.

“No, I'd drive into the city.” he says seriously as he walks faster to keep up with your stride, eyes locked on you when he suddenly reaches up and grabs your arm to stop you in your tracks in the hall.

You purse your lips at the grab, kids his age want to be taken seriously right? You're not the best judge of normal childhood behaviors. “….. There's no way you have a license.”

He releases you once it's clear he's got your full attention, he again crosses his arms and tries to meet your eyes like he wants to be listened to.

“Richard has started teaching me, I'm perfectly capable of operating a vehicle.”

You don't believe that, he's too young right? Sure you were driving at that age but you were also leaning about killing people as an extracurricular activity.

“That doesn't equal a license, or even a learners permit. It's not legal Damian.” you give him an incredulous look as you cross your own arms over your chest, you both silently stare each other down for a while before the kid reluctantly gives up and looks away with an eye roll.

“nothing fun is legal here.”

He grumbles with pouting cheeks, looking much more his age than the scowling looks allow him to. You almost snort at the complaint and start to consider making your escape down the hall when the dog distracts him, but then…

“….. You could drive with me.” he again meets your eye as his tone shifts to something more hopeful, almost pleading, the kids good at manipulation you'll give him that.

Unfortunately for him you have too good of an excuse.

“I don't think I even have a license, amnesiac remember?” one eyebrow quirks up as you lean your shoulder against the wall, is he really that mad at Tim?

He rolls his eyes again like you said something dumb and continues to plead his case. “Obviously I don't mean literally, I am not a moron. you could come with and I'll teach you along the way.”

A long silence fills the hall as you stare at him incredulously, what's he playing at here?

“…you want to teach me how to drive while we what, go joy riding?” you don't even bother to hide the disbelief in your voice as you straighten up and step away from the wall, arms falling to rest your hands in your pockets.

“I wanted to get gelato actually.” he sounds perfectly serious as he matches your body language, eyes darting down the hall towards the front entrance before returning to you again.

You want to smack yourself in the head when you catch the look, already knowing it's an ‘I'll do this with or without you’ threat that he refuses to verbalize. The clever little-

“…. You know what? Sure. I wanna see more of Gotham.”

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[genshingorlsrevengeance]

I'm craving Honkai waifus, so...Silver Wolf, Stelle and Firefly snuggling or just doing soft things with their S/O after a busy day!

(H:SR) Silver Wolf, Stelle, March 7th, and Firefly relaxing with their S/O

Silver Wolf simply lays in her bed after a mission, not really in the mood to sit on the computer or anything else.

And unsurprisingly, pulls out her phone, dragging S/O with her to either use as a makeshift pillow, or lean against them.

Silver Wolf kicked off her shoes near her bed as S/O leaned against the bed, an arm wrapping around her while she scooted in closer.

Once situated, Silver Wolf exhales in relief seeing that she was in time to log in for her dailies.

(S/O) "...You sounded more concerned about getting that login streak than you were about the mission."

She scoffed, eagerly tapping the screen's prompts.

(Silver Wolf) "Getting the materials needed for this is a pain in the butt. I'll take whatever I can get for free, this game is grindy enough as it is."

S/O rolled their eyes but nevertheless smiled.

(S/O) "Things go well then?"

Silver Wolf shrugged, eyes shifting over to her S/O as her game was loading.

(Silver Wolf) "Yeah, pretty boring though. It was basically a 1-Star mission, at best."

S/O chuckled as she got more comfortable, quickly hearing the familiar tune of her game's menu.

(Silver Wolf) "Gonna do some singleplayer stuff for tonight."

S/O just nodded, understanding Silver Wolf's need to decompress and the two enjoyed a blissful silence. Apart from the...odd noises from her game.

(S/O) "...Silver Wolf is your character moaning?-"

(Silver Wolf) "Climbing a mountain."

(S/O) "And you gotta have that at full volume?"

(Silver Wolf) "Yup."

Stelle yawned loudly as she flopped onto her bed after finishing the rest of her room's renovations.

It was a long and arduous journey, but now she had a proper part of the Astral Express fully to call her own!

She had finished an impromptu celebration with the rest of the crew, understandably giving her some time alone to relax.

Though, she wasn't entirely alone. A fact made known when her S/O laid on the bed, one hand ruffling her hair.

(S/O) "I still can't believe you slept on a cardboard bed the entire time..."

Stelle didn't move her face, her voice sounding muffled on the mattress.

(Stelle) "WhydoyouthinkIalwayssleptwithyou?"

(S/O) "Is there anywhere you wouldn't sleep?"

Stelle raised her head and moved to say something, but nothing came out as a second of complete silence passed.

(S/O) "...Know what, don't answer that. Just c'mere already!"

Stelle gave S/O a cheeky grin and complied, laying her head on their chest and yawning loudly.

(Stelle) "Now I don't wanna leave this room for the next few days..."

(S/O) "Honestly? With the way this room's set up, we can probably spend the weekend here. Or even longer."

(Stelle) "Hm.~"

One of her arms snaked its way around S/O's waist, her expression becoming softer, yet somehow more mischievous at the same time.

(Stelle) "Well, you're spending the night here, right? I have an idea for something fun to do before we head to bed."

She suddenly sat upright, a gleam in her eyes scaring S/O, but not nearly as much as her next words did.

(Stelle) "Take your clothes off."

(S/O) "WHAT?!-"

...

(S/O) "...Is that bath boiling? And are those peppers?! What kind of bath soak is this?!"

(Stelle) "I wanted to see you use it first."

(S/O) "Oh, so you want me to burn alive?!"

(Shush's Voice) "No worries, Significant Other of the Nameless! It'll just give you a whole new pepper-spective on baths!"

(S/O) "GAH! W-WHY IS SHUSH JUST STANDING OUTSIDE?!"

(Stelle) "Oh for the love of- GET THE [BANAB] OUT OF HERE!"

(S/O) "...How did you make that noise?"

March 7th's arms stretch over her head, making a cute grunt as she fell onto her bed, exhaling in satisfaction.

(March 7th) "Man, what a day!"

(S/O) "March, we were only outside for a few hours."

(March 7th) "Yeah, but we tasted a LOT of food on the planet today! I could just go into a food coma right now..."

S/O just hummed at that, setting aside some leftover sweets on her table.

Following after her, S/O sat at March's side, one hand sliding over to hers.

Without even looking, she playfully squeezed their hand back and closed her eyes, making S/O smile.

(March 7th) "GUARD IS DOWN!-"

March 7th immediately pounced on S/O, suddenly dragging them down to the bed with her as they yelped in surprise before it quickly turned into laughter.

(S/O) "Hey, that's not fair!"

(March 7th) "Not my fault you weren't expecting it! You think I'd just let you sit down peacefully?"

Well, they couldn't exactly argue with that.

And catching them off guard again, she gave them a quick peck on the lips, both their cheeks flushing red, yet neither of them were bothered by the playful intimacy.

Quickly, the mood simmered into something a little more romantic, with the pecks turning into longer smooches, both of them still smiling the entire time as they cuddled onto the bed further.

Firefly finished changing into something a little more casual, that being a simple shirt with some shorts, pulling S/O's hoodie over her head to finish it off.

S/O meanwhile was already yawning, lying on the bed and smiling upon seeing their girlfriend.

(S/O) "You look super cute in that, Firefly."

Even after being in a relationship, little comments like that was enough to fluster her, Firefly instinctually pulling the bottom of the hoodie further down.

(Firefly) "Thank you..."

With a soft giggle, Firefly hopped onto bed with S/O. Despite the mission she had gotten back from, she wasn't particularly tired, due to her genetic enhancement.

Firefly let S/O hold her, comfortably just chatting about whatever came to mind.

It was moments like these Firefly treasured the most with how uncommon it was.

...Even if the conversation did lead to some odd places.

(S/O) "Hm...I'm hungry right now."

(Firefly) "I can make us something real quick if you want?"

(S/O) "Nah, I don't want you to cook...Oh, I can order pizza!...Hm."

(Firefly) "Having second thoughts?"

(S/O) "Do...you think you guys could get pizza for free if you answered the driver in your armor? They'd be pretty scared right?"

Firefly immediately turned her head, pouting as her hand immediately but lightly "chopped" S/O's head.

(Firefly) "S/O! Absolutely not, I will not abuse my powers like that!"

(S/O) "Hah! Sorry, sorry! It was a joke! Though, I do wonder has anyone tried getting delivery?"

(Firefly) "No, but we usually do takeout."

(S/O) "Takeout? How's that work, wouldn't you guys get recognized really easily?"

(Firefly) "Hm, not really. I'm the one to grab it since most people don't know that I'm Sam, though if we need the food to be hot, I sometimes equip my armor and fly home."

(S/O) "...Firefly, you could make a killing doing food delivery if you weren't a Stellaron Hunter!"

(Firefly) "Oh geez, now you're starting to sound like Caelus..."

[writeriguess]

Hiyaa!!!

I'm so so so glad that you're back! I wish you the best and hope you have the perfect time writing and enjoying this🥰

Since you said you got your old requests deleted I guess I'll send mine again XD

I had sorta of a specific request afab!reader x Bakugo first time (nsfw)? Reader and Bakugo known each other since middle school and hated each other's guts but then in the first year of ua thing start to change... Like a enemies to friends to lovers thingy And they confess to each other a day before the final war now it's several months after that and when Bakugo takes reader for hiking on the weekend but then end up having their first time in the hot springs?

I hope it's not too much XD

Thank you!✨❤️

author's note: I remember writing this request before and feeling proud of it, but unfortunately, I cleared my entire queue of over 40 fics when the plagiarism issue surfaced. It's been quite a while since I last wrote NSFW content, so I need to practice again. I apologize in advance if the smut scene ends up being a bit brief.

From Sparks

The crunch of boots against gravel echoed through the serene mountains as Bakugo Katsuki led the way up the hiking trail. The midday sun filtered through the canopy of towering trees, casting golden patches of light on the forest floor. Behind him, you followed, your breath hitching slightly from the climb.

The crisp mountain air filled your lungs as you adjusted the strap of your backpack, keeping your gaze on Bakugo's broad back. The way his shoulders flexed under his tank top with every step he took distracted you from the ache in your legs. He glanced over his shoulder, the usual fiery determination in his crimson eyes softened by a rare smirk.

"Keep up, slowpoke," he teased, his voice playful but laced with the competitive edge you’d grown to expect from him.

“Maybe if you weren’t trying to kill me with this climb,” you shot back, feigning annoyance. “You know, not everyone has the stamina of a hero like you.”

He huffed out a laugh, slowing his pace slightly. “Didn’t think you’d wanna quit on me, considering how much you run your mouth.”

The banter felt natural, a sign of how far the two of you had come since those middle school days filled with endless bickering. Back then, you couldn’t stand each other, always butting heads over the smallest things. Now, years later, things were different. The bond forged through shared battles and late-night confessions made your relationship unshakable.

When you finally reached the summit, Bakugo stopped abruptly, turning to face you as you caught up. His face was flushed, either from the climb or the way his eyes lingered on you. He didn’t say anything for a moment, just looked at you with an expression that made your heart race.

“This way,” he said gruffly, jerking his thumb toward a path off the main trail. You followed, curious as to where he was leading you.

The sound of running water reached your ears before you saw it—a hidden hot spring tucked away behind a cluster of rocks. Steam rose from the clear, inviting water, curling in the cool mountain air like a beckoning promise.

“You planned this?” you asked, your voice tinged with surprise and delight.

Bakugo shrugged, a faint blush creeping up his neck. “Figured you could use some downtime. We both could.”

Without waiting for a response, he began peeling off his boots and shirt, leaving you frozen in place. His sculpted physique was on full display, every scar and muscle a testament to the life he led.

“You coming or what?” he called over his shoulder, his smirk returning.

Your heart hammered as you quickly removed your shoes and outer layers, stepping into the warm water. It enveloped you like a soothing embrace, but the proximity of Bakugo, now sitting beside you with the water lapping at his chest, set your nerves alight.

The conversation dwindled, replaced by a comfortable silence as the two of you soaked in the tranquil atmosphere. His hand brushed against yours beneath the surface, tentative at first, but when you didn’t pull away, his fingers intertwined with yours.

“Katsuki…” you began, your voice barely above a whisper, but he cut you off with a gentle tug, pulling you closer until you were straddling his lap.

“Shut up,” he muttered, his voice low and rough. His hands settled on your hips, steadying you. “Just… let me do this.”

His lips crashed into yours, a mixture of urgency and tenderness that stole your breath away. The world around you disappeared, leaving only the heat of his touch and the sound of your racing heart.

Your breath hitched when you felt his hardness pressing against your swollen pussy lips, and you couldn't help but moan. Katsuki smirked, his crimson eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your breath catch. His usual brash confidence was softened by something more intimate, more vulnerable—a rare glimpse of the man beneath the hero.

“You’re so damn beautiful,” he murmured, his voice low and rough, carrying the weight of emotions he rarely expressed. His hands tightened on your hips, grounding you as his forehead pressed against yours.

The intimacy of the moment was overwhelming, but in the best possible way. You couldn’t imagine a better place to be than here with him, sharing something you had never dared to hope for.

You let out a soft whimper when he entered you, his cock filling you completely. Your fingers dug into his shoulders as you rocked against him, taking him deeper. His hips snapped upward, driving his length even further inside you.

Katsuki let out a low growl, his teeth grazing your neck. Your skin prickled with anticipation, heightening every sensation. Pleasure coiled deep within you, building with each thrust until you couldn't hold back any longer.

Your release washed over you like a wave, the rush of emotions and physical sensations threatening to drown you. Bakugo followed shortly after, his body tensing as he came.

When your breathing finally returned to normal, he pulled back, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face.

"What are you doing to me?" he asked, his tone soft despite the edge of frustration in his words.

"I could ask you the same question," you replied, giving him a smile that left no doubt about your feelings.

Katsuki chuckled, shaking his head. "Guess we're both fucked."

His kiss was softer this time, a promise of things to come. You didn't know where the two of you were headed, but whatever happened, you knew it would be worth it.

Feel free to request <3

[vagabond-umlaut]

a battle well begun is the war half won

gojo notices you. you notice gojo. [the boy wants your eyes on him at all times.]

teen!gojo x fem!reader; first meetings; love at first sight[??]; lovesick gojo[??]; mostly fluffy; 1 small discussion on death; reader is in 1st yr whilst gojo is in 3rd yr; gojo has a very... unique definition of romancing in his brain; 'one-sided enemies to lovers' vibes; 2.2k wc

belongs to the series 'fictitious force' but can be read as a stand-alone if you wanna

the og saying is smthng else, yeah... ik. i js tweaked it a bit for fic title purposes, hehe. also, pls no comments on how i named this series... i used to hv a love-hate thing with pseudo-force problems in physics during my hs... and i'm srsly out of ideas :D

header frm pinterest // divider by @/benkeibear // jjk isn't mine

the sky bleeds green, the first time gojo sees you fight.

it isn't anything enthralling. your movements, far from well-practised. your twisted expression screams unease at best, extreme discomfort at worst— you are definitely not one of the best sorcerers the boy has seen so far—

yet he finds himself utterly transfixed.

feet rooted to the earth as an even brighter green beam cuts through the forest. and the second mountain of cursed energy becomes a few wisps of smoke. your form slumping to the ground not long after—

were the boy a better person at heart, he reckons he would've rushed to help you. but he isn't. not really.

so he keeps to his vantage point. blue eyes narrowing a touch behind his shades, as they watch you slowly heave yourself off the mud, face shifting into a scowl as you trudge towards a tree and plop down with no ceremony in front of it—

a barely-there rustle to his left.

followed by the appearance of the steady simmer of a cursed energy, all too familiar.

"yo, nanamin!" gojo greets, wearing a wide beam the second the said kouhai comes before him, feet carefully and soundlessly treading the rugged terrain— the latter's perpetual glower turns into a momentary flicker of surprise.

but it's vanished before the older boy can comment on it.

nanami's face flattens back to its usual state of annoyed indifference.

"the tournament is already over. yaga-sensei wants us all to report to him in another ten..." the boy trails off. rather abruptly. rather strange for him— aha! so nanamin has finally spotted you in the valley below, huh?— gojo wraps an arm around his kouhai's shoulders, allowing his gaze to return to you as well.

you look pretty cute when you're yawning...

"she's from kyoto, isn't she?"

"yes," the younger boy replies, pinning gojo under a curious look. but it's gone all too soon, all too swiftly like the ones preceding. he drops the arm resting on his shoulder.

gojo lets him. simply pouting in response, before he hums, "do you know her?"

"personally, no," nanami is quick to answer, "but from what i've heard from others... she's somewhat peculiar, if i may say so."

this is honestly one of the best opportunities he will ever get to tease that stoic underclassman of his, even more 'cause since when did he, the nanami kento, start gossipping like old geezers!?— but gojo opts to let this chance pass by.

getting more deets on you is way more important for him.

he doesn't bother to hide his burgeoning interest from his tone. "you know her name by any chance?"

nanami does. and as far as gojo knows, your surname doesn't belong to any of the sorcerer clans. none of the major clans, he is pretty sure of that— you might be from a minor one. or, what his gut feelings are telling him, you're from a non-sorcerer background.

not that it matters to him. he is better than the elders of his clan.

"and which year is she in?"

"first year."

wow. you haven't been in school for more than a few months, but you have already managed to make people talk about yourself, huh? quite impressive, gojo thinks as he steals another glance of you.

this time, no longer yawning. just staring vacantly at your keds—

except those muddy shoes are no longer the object of your attention. it is him— really, so very him— your bright, blinding, blindingly bright gaze, every ounce of it focused on him, as your back straightens. and he spots your shoulders tense, brows furrow—

gojo satoru doesn't run away.

he is one of the strongest duo of jujutsu sorcerers. the boy does not, he cannot, he must not run away... yet that's what he does when his gaze collides with you the first time.

grabbing nanami's hand and wasting not one moment to warp them both to the school rooftop, his kouhai's yelp of surprise goes with an ear-piercing whistle of the winds— gojo releases his hold on the boy, the moment his feet touch the concrete— and turns to him, eyes the calmest he can make them seem.

"tell me everything you know about her— like, right now— or i will tell your dear geto-senpai you were the one who finished his melon pan— quit glaring and start speaking, nanamin!!!"

****

turns out, nanami's heart has a very soft corner for gojo's best friend.

also turns out, the third-year need not wait till the breakfast at 10 am tomorrow, to approach you— you amble into his life, dressed in a tad too washed-out set of pajamas and a terrible hairstyle— gojo reckons an angel too would look the same, when you flip the kitchen lights on, making the clock seem a halo-ey thing behind your head.

you stop. suck in a sharp breath.

the boy swallows the last bit of his mochi. and grins.

"heeey! you're the newbie from kyoto, right? heard a lot 'bout you!"

honestly? it was less of hearing and more of extracting info, but gojo decides not to mention it. you don't have any business knowing that, whatever can be the case— ten painfully slow seconds tick by before you return him a response—

a stiff smile.

an even stiffer bow.

followed by you turning on your heel.

were gojo any slower, you would've slipped from the kitchen without any doubt. but he isn't. which is why not even four seconds can pass before he stills you again, this time not by his tall figure lounging in a terrifyingly dark kitchen but by his fingers grasping your wrist.

thumb pressing into the dangerously frantic pulse beneath your skin.

you try to snatch your hand away. and the boy lets you. only 'cause he was too distracted by the furious warmth of embarrassment creeping into your pretty face— no, it is not for how your skin felt a tad too soft beneath the callouses of his palm...

you're the first one to speak this time. voice so quiet... so firm.

"i don't think i can help you with anything, senpai. please don't bother me this way. let me go... please."

no way in hell is gojo bothering you right now— the indignant retort is the first thing the boy can think of. but he resolves to bite it back.

a stupid argument isn't how he wants his story with you to start. sure, there might and will be those later on, but not now. no. he shoots the second grin of his this night, your way.

"aw, i don't need your help with anything— but yeah, you're right. i'm not supposed to stop you like this... you need to sleep enough before tomorrow's one-on-one duels, don't ya?"

"yeah," you agree easily, eyes drifting to your shoes in a small nod.

gojo's grin widens.

maybe like a cheshire cat.

maybe like a victor cat who finally got the rat right where he wanted: in his paws.

"but you won't be needing a lot of rest if you're already determined to lose the match tomorrow— will you now?"

no, you won't. you obviously won't. gojo has learnt enough about you to predict this much accurately; but maybe not too accurately. given you don't show any sliver of shock or fear in return.

just two eyebrows raised, only to slowly descend to their original level a moment later. your tone feels firmer this time. "what exactly are you trying to tell me, senpai?"

"nothing too serious," the boy hums easily, stuffing his hands into his trousers pockets. why do they start being so cold, so clammy now of all times??— "just that it doesn't take a hell lot of work to maintain an image of being an incompetent idiot, like the one you always seem to be— c'mon," the boy coaxes, making his voice seem extra petulant at noticing still no emotion whatsoever on your face, "you do know what i'm speaking of, don't you?"

in retrospect, maybe... he should have handled you with greater care. you're not only new to your school, but also to the world of sorcery in general. pressing you so hard will hurt you, if not break you entirely— but gojo doesn't let such concerns form in his mind. not even for one whole second.

not when he wants to see something, anything come to life in those bright eyes of yours. he is dying to see a spark in them.

you fold your arms across your chest. brows nearing in a mild scowl. gojo doesn't really understand, but loves the sense of joy the sight is bringing him— "what exactly are you trying to tell me, senpai?" your adorable voice repeats, stonier than before.

he resists the urge to pinch your cheeks. or worse, coo at you.

the boy removes his hands from his pockets. copying your stance as he says, "i cannot really tell you anything, y'know— you're almost as smart as me— i mean, tricking those stinking geezers into believing you're just some weakass, with neither a cursed technique nor good fighting skills, despite the insane amount of cursed energy you've..."

"why did you never curb your cursed energy, by the way?" the query slips past his lips into the space in between: horribly genuine. a fact that doesn't escape your eye, he grasps when you reply— in spite of the not-too-little reluctance marking your features.

"the higher-ups were aware of my high cursed energy before i even knew what the hell it was— it was honestly too late," you state in an awfully matter-of-fact tone, "they would have noticed if i tried to do anything to it."

the 'and they would have harmed me or my family' goes unsaid, but gojo doesn't need to hear it to know it. not entirely intentionally, his voice grows softer with the next question.

"but you tampered with something that no one knew anything of yet— you lied about having no cursed technique, didn't you?"

your hesitation overpowers you this time, however. brows furrowing for a beat at him, before they flatten again. you offer a curt nod.

few more seconds borrowed until you speak again, "but my horrible fighting skills weren't a lie entirely... i really am shit at fighting— you saw that today, did you not?"

he did. he so did—

but that very moment, he also saw just how strong your technique is. surely not as powerful as his. but pretty much capable on its own— it frankly won't be a serious issue even if you keep fighting how you did today—

the sound of a yawn breaks his internal musings.

those big eyes of yours blink up at him. so bleary, so bright. he stifles the urge to pinch your cheeks again. deciding to shoo away the sleep in your eyes by throwing the next ask his brain has cooked up. one he knows, has the biggest 'yes!' ever for its answer—

"you're very scared of dying, aren't you? that's why you always make yourself seem so weak— so much so that you aren't assigned to any mission— don't you?"

— only to question his brain when he notes the easy smile twist your lips. it sharpens at the edges as you answer, "dying's rather easy and uncomplicated, senpai. it doesn't really scare me, except maybe, the pain i might have to suffer— but do you know what's scarier??"

"no," gojo says back quietly. honestly. your smile grows something an awful lot similar to pity— the boy detests it usually... but coming from you, he thinks he will take it.

he will take any look you're willing to give him.

as long as it's you on the other side—

your words reach him quieter than the breeze outside. "what's more terrifying is the worry of what is going to happen to your loved ones, should you just die someday— death is inevitable, but i just want to stave it off for as long as i can. just so i may live with my family... you know what, senpai?" you interrupt yourself abruptly, voice becoming the sharpest in these last fifteen minutes.

a feeble sound escapes the boy.

he isn't sure if it's because of that sincere little hum in your words or if it is the gleam of the moonlight on your face. perhaps, both...

yeah, both— it is rather difficult to distinguish between the beauty of your inner self from that of your outer self— the smile simmers down to a subtle twitch of your lips.

something stutters and stumbles inside gojo's chest.

"i know you see me as nothing more than a coward right now, but i believe... it's better to be a coward and alive, than to be a hero and dead— isn't it, senpai?"

[you're pretty bold, however.

far braver than he could ever deem you to be, the boy muses later to himself with a wry smile, an ice bag on the big toe of his right foot— this poor thing swollen and bruised from how mercilessly the heel of your slipper stamped onto it earlier—

okay, fine— the sorcerer concedes to the imaginary angel perched on his shoulder. something between a grumble and a sigh escaping— he shouldn't have asked you out on a date, in return for him to keep your secrets.

it was really inappropriate, he admits. and gojo likes to see himself as a gentleman... yet, yet, yet.

the need to see that placid mask of yours crack— let it be by a glower and not by the smile, he has never seen on you but knows will be just as lovely as you— that need was too overwhelming then as well...

shushing the angel and fist-bumping his guardian devil, gojo tosses the ice bag away. and falls back into his bed—

a very happy, a touch too giddy grin splitting his face into halves:

you really are a peculiar girl, heh!]

hope this was an enjoyable read! pls don't plagiarise, translate or repost this ❤️❤️

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The King…

Mydei/AFAB!Reader

WARNINGS: choking, slight size kink, blood and language

A/N: call me the deliverer for i have deliverered 🙂‍↕️ i wanna suck the skin off of this man MY GODDDD 😭 feral, scratching, fiending, needing, crazy, scary, spooky NOT HILARIOUS IM FOAMING AT THE MOUTH!!!! 🤭🤕 (also happy valentines day! i didnt plan on posting this today 😭 but it works hehe)

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

The cool breeze atop the mountain pricked your skin deliciously as you cooled down from your run. With a heavy breath, you sat on a nearby ruined wall waiting for Mydei, your instructor for the past couple of months. You were busy working your way up the ranks in the Okhema legion, thanking Lady Aglaea everyday for assigning you to the man you were certain was the fiercest and strongest warrior in all the land.

The would be king of Castrum Kremnos was uncharacteristically tardy today however, having you here waiting for almost half an hour now. You sighed impatiently and resigned yourself to preparing your sword for sparring with him, trying not to let your mind wander too much about why he was so late.

It wasn’t too long after your prep that you heard his heavy footsteps approaching, causing you to stand up at the ready.

The blonde and fiery red ombré haired man met eyes with you, a smile nowhere to be found on his face as he stood before you. He looked absolutely disheveled. His usual tidy braid was undone and his golden armor barely on his body properly as he hastily tried to adjust it before getting started.

“How inconsiderate of you, keeping your student waiting! Surely this is not the example you wish to set for me?” you said with a laugh, quickly shutting up when he focused his golden eyes on you as his fingers quickly finished fixing his armor, his hands moving to rest at his sides. “Anything else you wish to say?”

You shook your head and took in his form further as his own stare trailed down your body. The red and purple marks that had already bloomed on his neck and collarbones stood out against his skin, the scratches on his arms almost followed the lines of his bright red tattoos. You adjusted your stance, his eyes finally done checking you over, “You’re injured?” he said with a grunt as he moved closer, no detail ever getting past his keen eyes.

You watched as he squatted before you, taking your ankle in his armoured hands. You fought back the flush that threatened to erupt over your body as he looked up at you. “You’re still so carless with your body. Just how do you expect to fight like a Chrysos Heir if you can’t even maintain a strong physique?” He scoffed and stood up, letting go of your ankle unceremoniously.

“I slipped on some stones while on my run waiting for you to arrive!” You yelped as if it was his fault and not the stones being slightly slick from the morning dew. The sudden thought of him spending the morning with someone who was more important than you flashed through your head and you realized just how whiney you must have sounded in that moment. But it didn’t stop you from pondering about what exactly had he done to that person he shared his time with to warrant those scratches and marks?

“I was preoccupied. My apologies.” he said and turned from you, his half exposed back donning those same types of scratches. You almost spat back sarcastically, but as if he read your mind, he cut off your thoughts. “I will let your slip of the tongue pass for now, but from now own,” he said in his deep voice as his hand rested on his belt. “You will speak to me only when spoken to, understand?”

A part of you wanted to resist, the two of you having had many childish banter type of conversations before, but you just nodded instead. “Yes, my lord.” you said with a bow and stood at the ready awaiting his tutelage. “Go, run.” he said simply and your body tensed, about to protest but he need only give you a look before you turned on your heel with a grunt.

The pain in your ankle wasn’t as bad as when you first slipped, but by the time you returned from your run, it was throbbing. You walked back with a slight limp, “So, what’s next?” you huffed and he simply pointed to the bandage roll and small tub of salve on the ruined wall you were sitting on earlier.

You sighed and sat down on the cold stone, applying the remedy and wrapping your ankle. “Take five.” he said as he sat next to you.

You moved your ankle around and sighed, looking over to Mydei who was busy on his teleslate. He must have sensed your eyes on him, “Have something on your mind?” he said with a smirk.

“Did you, get in a fight last night? Or, this morning?” you asked stupidly, already knowing exactly what he had gotten into. Mydei put his teleslate away and leaned back, “You could say that.” He stretched out his arms and looked at the scratches that had piqued your curiosity.

“But of course, I always emerge victorious.” his voice was cockier than usual, his arms flexing as he crossed them over his chest.

You expected this behavior from the rumors you heard about him, the prince turned Chrysos Heir was known among the other soldiers for his prowess and his, considerable size.

“I don’t think I need to remind you that-“ you were about to remind him about the agreement the two of you made when you signed on to be his student.

“I know. And again, I apologize. You have my word it will not happen again.” He seemed sincere, and remorseful for wasting your precious time. You stood up and bowed, “Thank you, shall we get started then?”

He nodded and stood to his feet, the size difference between the two of you evident when he stood before you. You inhaled his musky clove scent, his hand moving to your cheek. His clawed armor gently brushing against your skin as he rolled his eyes.

“Gods, what a reckless student I have.” he said as his thumb rubbed against the scratch on your cheek. You quickly moved away from him and shrugged it off, “Says the man who charges recklessly into battle just cause he’s immortal.” He couldn’t hold back a smile as the two of you readied yourselves to begin sparring.

“Again.” Mydei spoke calmly, not even looking your way as you readied yourself. You had been running this maneuver for a while now, and you were exhausted.

“Surely I’ve already perfected this specific move, just how long will i have to continue?“ Mydei just turned to you, “Again!” he said with more conviction in his voice. You sighed and immediately rushed to him, sword above your head, but he easily dodged you.

He swiftly moved aside and grabbed you by your collar, “It’s as if you’ve learned nothing.” he said and easily tossed you aside.

Your sword clanged to the ground as you landed on your side. “You haven’t perfected anything at all, mortal.” You groaned out in frustration, “I would’ve sliced through your arm had you not been wearing armor!.” you exclaimed and stood up quickly.

He scoffed and you watched as he began removing the armor from his arms, attempting to level the playing field for you. His tattooed skin exposed, more scratch marks telling a story of where he had been that morning.

“You believe my enhancements give me an upper hand?” He spoke angrily as he tossed them to the ground. “Come at me now, reckless student.”

You charged at him again, this time with just your fists. The two of you exchanged blow for blow, managing to dodge each other’s attacks easily. He chuckled once he realized the moves you were using were his own and you kept at it until he started to play dirty.

He kicked out your leg from under you about to knock you off balance, but you caught yourself and pushed him back with a headbutt.

His head snapped back but the immortal man before you recovered quickly, a smile spreading on his face. “Thats it, fighting like a true warrior!” He yelled and lunged forward, returning the favor with a headbutt of his own.

Your vision went blurry as you stepped back, covering your nose, attempting to feign a serious injury to get him to lower his guard.

“Ouch!” you yelped and he quickly came to you, breathing heavy and trying to wave it off as you pretended to cry. He smirked and reached down to see the damage but was quickly overtaken by you and thrown onto his back.

You then snatched the heirloom he wore proudly from his neck, your hands immediately going to choke him. The look on his face was surprised at first, then it fell to one of concern as you tried to squeeze at the taught muscles. He was silent as you squeezed his neck, even the birds chirping close by knowing it would take more than this to truly kill him.

You soon came to your senses once you met eyes with him as a blush was beginning to creep on his cheeks, the space where your lower bodies touched stiffening against his pants.

You could feel his bulge against your clothed body, immediately letting go of his neck. You were too taken aback to move, simply looking down at him as he avoided your gaze.

What felt like a few awkward minutes, was really only a few seconds of silence before he trailed his hands gently up your thighs. He finally sat up, his face so close to yours that you felt his breath on your lips. The two of you locked eyes, breaths mingling so closely together for the first time.

Your heart rate picked up as his claws dug into your skin, a silent plea for you to move your hips against him. You rutted against him apprehensively as a deep growl came from his throat. He shut his eyes as he gripped you tighter, bringing you closer so that your core was right on top of him. You whimpered breathlessly, feeling just how big he was under you. your gut soon erupting with that familiar feeling of a rubber band about to snap.

Your hands went to his shoulders, then to his back where you dragged your nails against his already wounded skin. You probably seemed so desperate, whining like a bitch in heat and rutting hard against your instructor. Your mouth went to his, his lips hot against yours as the two of you finally closed the gap and kissed.

You’d be lying to yourself and all of Okhema if you said you hadn’t imagined this very thing over and over again. Especially after class when he’d be sweaty and out of breath.

You imagined his large frame above you, below you, and behind you as he took you right on this mountaintop. And Hearing the rumors about him as a lover didnt help ease those thoughts either.

You wanted him, bad. But it looks as though it was only one sided, as he moved his hands up your back and to your shoulders. He pushed you back gently and away from his sweet and tender kiss.

You immediately stood up and moved away from him, “My lord please accept my apologies, I overstepped!” you bowed, hoping to hide your face from the sheer embarrassment you felt.

He stood up and turned away from you, clearing his throat before he spoke, “We’re done for today, go get some rest.” he said simply and headed off without another word after collecting his things.

You arrived for training the next day, only to see Phainon standing where Mydei usually did. “It’s about time!” he said with a smile as you walked up. You bowed to him and he immediately assured you that that behavior wouldn’t be necessary. “Does Mydei make you bow to him? How absurd!” he said with a laugh.

You shook your head, “Well no but he never says anything when I do it so, I suppose it’s a habit of mine now.” The silver haired man nodded, “Well alright then, shall we begin?” You looked around, wondering why Mydei wasn’t here, soon remembering what happened the day before. “I don’t mean to be rude your grace but, is Mydei not joining us? Is he alright?” your face went hot, hoping he didn’t know the details of yesterday’s class, what with being such good friends and all.

He blushed, “Calling me your grace isnt necessary either, makes me feel, old.” he cleared his throat. “And no, he wanted me to extend his apologies and remorse. He also asked if I could take over your training from here on, if that’s s ok with you of course.” Your heart sank, realizing you had indeed overstepped the day prior. “Did he, give you any reason as to why? Was I underperforming or-?“

Phainon put his hands out in front of him, “Not at all! He actually praised your skill, he simply needs a break. After the events with Nikador, he’s much more overwhelmed than he lets on.” He looked at you as he cleared his throat, thinking you must be very uncomfortable with this new arrangement. “Will there be an issue? Should I send for another instructor?”

You immediately shook your head, “Gods no youre gr- uhm, Lord Phainon! I’m honored truly! It’s just a bit surprising is all, but I look forward to learning from you.” you said in appreciation and stopped yourself from bowing to him.

The two of you sparred and you indeed learned a few new things from him, but his style was completely different from the man you were used to. You were grateful to have another Chrysos Heir think you worthy enough of their time, but you agreed to be taught by Mydei and a part of you really missed him. The man that you had idolized for years now.

“Alright great work today! How about a drink later? My treat!” he said with a bright smile. “Tonight? Are you not too busy, my lord?” you asked, knowing just what his title as demigod entailed. He waved you off playfully, “Nonsense, i could use some relaxation, and please, Phainon is just fine!”

You nodded and soon headed home. Alrhough Phainon did his best to assure you Mydei was fine, you couldnt help but think it was all your fault for his resignation. You thought it a grand idea to mull over your thoughts with some good wine, and having a cute knight by your side wasn’t so horrible.

Later on that evening, you arrived at the tavern Phainon told you to meet him at. You felt slightly odd, dressed down and out of your fighting gear. You opted for a simple silk dress and your favorite pearl bracelets, family heirlooms your mother gifted you when you left your small village to fight for Okhema. You knew you cleaned up nicely and the looks you were getting as you walked in proved it. You adjusted your shawl you wore around your shoulders and looked around, hoping to find Phainon sitting somewhere nearby.

Your eyes fell on your former instructor Mydei, his hand rising to signal the barkeep for another round. Your heart raced, wanting to run out, but you stopped when you felt a familiar presence behind you.

“You made it!” Phainon’s cheery voice brought you out from your hasty escape plan. “Yeah, looks like Mydei is here too, shall we sit with him?” you looked down at your hands, hoping this interaction between the three of you wouldn’t be too weird.

“Hey, you alright?” Phainon’s voice was soft as he brought your face to look up at him gently. “Yes, I-I’m fine.” you smiled and the two of you turned to head over to where Mydei sat. “You look absolutely stunning by the way.” the knight said, making sure it was loud enough for his friend to hear. You thanked him kindly and upon turning towards the bar, you met with Mydei’s sharp golden eyes, his face looking incredibly unamused with what he just saw and heard.

“Good, you’re here too! Drinks are on me.” Phainon got the barkeeps attention as you sat in the empty seat between the two men. You sat quietly as you waited, unsure of how to start a conversation, thinking that Mydei probably didn’t even want to speak to you.

The drinks arrived and Phainon encouraged a salute. “So, how did you like class today? Learn anything?” Phainon asked before taking a swig from his cup. “I definitely did my lord, thank you for sharing your expertise with me.” you thanked him and he clinked his glass against yours.

Mydei audibly groaned before taking a sip causing Phainon to chuckle. and lean over to address him. “Oh what’s that? Feeling inferior?” he asked the warrior as he raised an eyebrow.

Mydei flicked his eyes to his friend, “To you? Never in a million years.” he spoke clearly and with confidence. You watched him take a deep sip from his cup, the drink spilling out the sides and onto his chin. He slammed the cup on the counter and wiped the crimson liquid that resembled blood off of his face.

You realized you were staring, caught yourself and quickly downed your glass. “Thirsty?” Phainon asked playfully. “I suppose so, it’s been a long week.” You answered, soon venting about the very mundane things that happened the past few days.

You then remembered what transpired between you and Mydei, suddenly ceasing from speaking, the thought making your hands sweaty. The three of you sat quietly, awkwardly sharing a silence that was so thick it could be cut by a knife.

Phainon suddenly excused himself and the tension just rose even further. You and Mydei sat in an uncomfortable silence now, neither one of you knowing what to do, as if the two of you suddenly forgot how to speak the common tongue. You inhaled the stifling air and finally turned to him.

“I’m sorry about yesterday, I should never have, you know. Please don’t let that stop you from teaching me Lord Mydei.” you spoke quickly, hoping to get it off of your chest as soon as possible in case he decided to walk away from you. He finally turned to you, his mouth twisting into a grimace.

Gods he seemed angry, did he hate you now? You suddenly felt so guilty, hoping Phainon would come back and diffuse the situation. “You have nothing to be sorry for, I should have practiced more restraint.” he said with a sigh. “I pride myself in self control everywhere but the battlefield so, I should be the one to apologize.”

You were going to press him further but the silver haired knight returned in that moment. “Another round?” he offered with a smile, looking over at Mydei for reassurance. Would he really have to up the stakes to get his friend to finally confess to you?

You nodded and Mydei just grunted as his friend ordered for them. Phainon moved closer to you, his arm reaching behind you and tugging on your shawl. “You’re not too hot with this?” he asked with a smile, holding the silk in his fingers. He winked playfully at you, your head too busy thinking of how foolish you were to notice his advances.

You honestly thought for a second if you were, and slipped the shawl from your shoulders. “Actually I kind of am.” you laughed absentmindedly and the two men watched as you exposed more of your skin to them.

Mydei slammed his cup down onto the bar, the loud bang causing you and Phainon to look over at him. “May I have a word with you Lord Phainon?” His voice was serious as he walked up between the two of you. You felt a faint heat radiating from the prince as his clawed hand scratched at the wooden material of the bar in front of you. “Outside?”

Phainon met his eyes with a smile. “Of course.” he said slightly apprehensively, his eyes flicking to yours before he got up and walked out of the bar with a very angry Mydei.

Mydei walked in front of phainon, his hands slightly glowing red as he breathed hard. “Mydeimos?” his friend called him by his full name in jest, knowing exactly what he was feeling, but feigning ignorance instead to let him know his advances towards you weren’t meant to be taken seriously.

“What in the hells do you think you’re doing?” he asked bluntly, keeping his distance as to not hurt his close friend and rival. Phainon scoffed, “I’m trying to help out my friend who’s doing a horrible job at trying to get the person he loves to sleep with him. How’s about a bit of gratitude?” the knight said slyly as his friend paced back and forth.

“You know I don’t want to just sleep with them! My feelings are real, and the only thing you’re doing is pissing me off! So get lost, deliverer.” he said angrily and headed back into the tavern. Phainon just shook his head and headed home. “Well fuck me and my efforts then!” he exclaimed to no one but himself.

You asked the barkeep for a glass of water and prepared to leave, right as Mydei walked back into the tavern. “Oh, were you heading out?” he asked observing how you looked like you were ready to head off. “It’s getting late, where’s Phainon?” you asked and he sighed. “He had to go, he extends an apology and says he’ll see you for training in two days.”

You finally realized what was going on now that Phainon wasn’t coming back. Actually Phainon seemed to make sure to get close and be extra flirty with you. Did Mydei tell him something? Does Mydei have feelings for you too? Did Phainon plan this whole thing?

“Ah, right.” was all you said as the two of you soon sat in another awkward silence. He cleared his throat to start up a new conversation, not wanting the night to end early.

“So, how is the deliverer as a teacher?” he asked with a smug laugh. “Skilled, but I could tell he was holding back.” You leaned forward with a sigh, hoping that your silent pleas could sway Mydei to pick you up as a student again.

“Is that so? Did you tell him you’re much stronger than you look?” he asked and his eyes fixed on you. Your eyes went wide and you tried to hold back a smile but failed. “Did you just, give me a compliment Lord Mydei?”

He went red, his face turning away from you. “What I mean to say is, did you let him know he doesnt need to hold back?” he said with an awkward cough.

You let his praise sink in, finally being acknowledged by the man you considered to be the strongest warrior in the city. “I let him teach me how he pleased, I figured it wouldnt be long before you came back?” you asked him with an eyebrow raised.

He went quiet again, opening his mouth to speak but no words came out. Your breath hitched in your throat, your hands getring sweaty once again as you tried to still your nerves. “It’s probably best that Phainon remains your instructor, after what happened.”

You nodded and thought about how foolish you were for reacting the way you did. You wanted to take that moment back, hating how you had made him feel. “It shouldn’t have happened and I’m sorry that I put you in that position.” He said as he took a drink and downed his glass completely, the sheer amount of alcohol he had consumed not even having an effect on his immortal body. “Does Phainon know what happened?” you asked, feeling even more inadequate now, wondering if he had said something about you to him.

“No, that’s not something I’d brag about, he only knows what I told him to tell you.” he sighed and you were about to cry from embarrassment when he laughed. “Didn’t stop him from trying to make me jealous tonight though, he’s cunning I’ll give him that.”

He turned to you with a smirk, “He’d go crazy if he knew we kissed, he already thinks there’s something going on between us.” Your head went fuzzy, trying hard to piece together what he was saying. “Sorry what?”

Mydei chuckled, “A teacher with their student is propostrous, dont you think?” Your eyes were fixed on his lips as he talked. “Of course, proposterous.” you gulped, nodding along as he moved closer, his hand now on your thigh. “That’s why phainon will be your teaher from now on. So there’s no conflict of interest?” His eyes went to your lips, his tongue darting out to lick his own in anticipation. It’s as if the room went suddenly silent, with only the two of you here in this moment as he leaned closer and closer. “ And perhaps I can still, give you, private lessons?” His voice and words cut through you wholly, his hand squeezing your thigh as you met his gaze once again.

He closed the gap and kissed you, in front of everyone in this tavern, not caring what rumors might spread about the two of you. You pulled away from him however, a sudden apprehension overtaking you. You remembered the marks on his neck, the scratches he received from someone else. Someone you assumed to be his lover.

He observed your reaction and pulled back. “I’m sorry! I assessed the moment incorrectly it seems.” He turned away from you and stared into his empty cup, the frown on his face somewhat endearing.

“Mydei, surely you have a significant other? Those marks you had on your body the other day, I know they weren’t from an actual fight.” you said as a heat crept on your cheeks. He rubbed the back of his head, “Right. That was just someone I used to keep my bed warm.” he said, not intending for it to come out as smugly as it did.

You nodded with a laugh, “Oh, I see. Then you mean to use me to keep your bed warm as well?” you asked him honestly, a judging eyebrow raising as you looked at him. His smile dropped, “It’s not like that, I swear to you.” the sincerity that dripped in his voice made your heart flutter. “Oh yeah? And how’s that?” you asked playfully, the smile that spread on your face making it seem to him like you thought this was all a joke. The warrior stood up immediately, “Because I actually like you!”

The tavern went quiet for real this time, the two of you looking around awkwardly. He grunted and sat back down, sighing deeply. “God if Phainon could see me now.” he said with his head in his hands. You giggled, “I appreciate your honesty my lord.” Your hands shook as you downed the last of your drink, readying yourself to confess your feelings back. “I like you too, more than you might think.”

You quickly turned away with a flushed face, the cocky smirk on his face making you want to take that confession back in jest. “There’s s no going back now, darling.” he said as he pulled you closer to him. “I always had a feeling you know, not much can get past me.” he whispered in your ear before kissing it.

“Hush now,” you said and pushed him away playfully with your elbow. You turned back to him, his golden stare never faltering. “I’d like that private lesson now, King Mydei.” you said and bit your bottom lip, your hand going to his thigh.

Mydei’s private chambers were just as elaborate as you expected. Extravagant decor befitting that of a man of royal birth. The red and gold silks, the plush pillows on his bed and the fine weaponry that adorned the walls gave you a tiny glimpse of what his life might have been like in his homeland. There was even a private bath in the corner, very different from the public ones in the city from what you could see. “Why is that water golden?” You asked before he scooped you up and brought you to his very soft and comfy bed. “Exclusive to the Chrysos Heirs, perhaps we can enjoy it together later.”

He sat down on the edge of his bed, making you straddle him as his large lap accommodated you perfectly. You grabbed his face gently and gave him a kiss, your hands trailing down to undo his braid without pulling away from the kiss. You pulled back and started to try to remove his armor as his hands rested on your lower back, his lips kising your neck and cheek desperately.

“Please let me finish my king.” you pushed him away and he groaned, leaning back for you and raising his arms to help you remove his gauntlets. Your hands then went to his ornate necklace and reached behind him to undo it correctly this time, delicately and without any bad intentions.

You then moved to undo the tie at his waist that held his tunic together. “It’s impressive how you are both naked and yet wearing so much clothing at the same time?” You giggled and he laughed along with you, his laughter quite infectious. You got off of him once you were done, slipping out of your dress. He watched as you removed your pearls and set them on the bedside table along with his necklace.

His eyes were fixed on you, watching as your hands undid the tie at your chest, the garment falling and your body going hot as you exposed your bare breasts to him. “Stunning, my love.”

Mydei reached out to you, noticing your apprehension to remove your underwear. You let him guide you to sit back on his lap. “We can go as slow as you need to.” Your heart swelled at his words and you leaned in to kiss him, your hips grinding against him as you exchanged a passionate kiss.

The two of you kissed like this for a while, the tough and brash warrior under you surprisingly gentle as his hands roamed all over your exquisite body. “Can I try something?” you asked softly against his lips. “Anything.” he answered and you pushed at his shoulders, motioning for him to get on his back. “I’ve been pondering something. What exactly happened to cause you to stir during our match the other day?”

You straddled his lap, “Was it the adrenaline from our fight? My body on yours? Or perhaps it was-?” Your hands trailed up his body, tracing his defined muscles all the way up to his neck. “My hands around your neck?” You squeezed and he moaned deeply. His bulge beneath you growing just like you had expected.

“Tighter, my love.” he asked with soft eyes and you obliged. He moaned louder as you gripped him tighter, your thumbs pressing against his adams apple just barely. He let out a strained breath, his hips bucking up against you roughly in appreciation.

You almost lost your balance from the intensity of it, retreating back to sitting on top of him and looking down into his eyes. He smiled at your tenacity and the warmth of the desire that dripped from between your legs. You leaned back on his large lap, bringing your hands to undo the belt that held his pants on his thick waist. The man under you was an absolute unit, you wondered how you were even able to fight against him on a daily basis as you finally took his glorious form completely into your mind.

With the buckle undone, you undid the button and ties that held them together, pulling them down just enough to free him from his confines. His large cock sprang free, your hands going to it immediately. “I should have known.” you said and you spit on his tip. He watched you with mesmerized eyes, your voice like a song as you praised him. The burly prince was clean shaven everywhere but here, his soft hairs trimmed short above his member, the colors matching the hair on his head.

You stroked him with one hand, the other resting on his thigh, your hands fumbling a bit, not really knowing what to do. You looked up at him, hoping he looked somewhat satisfied and caught him smirking at you devilishly. “You act as if you’ve never touched one before.” He said curiously as he leaned up on his elbows. You stopped and looked down at his intimidating cock, “Well, I havent actually.”

His smile fell, “Oh, that’s alright. I’ll teach you then.” he said before sitting all the way up and taking your mouth in a sloppy kiss. His tongue pushed up against yours, his dominance taking your breath away. He pulled away as drool dripped from your chin, his tongue quickly licking it up as he moaned. “You’re going to have to get very messy for me.” he said before standing up.

He removed the armor from his legs, laughing as you watched him undress and pretended to look at the time on your wrist. When he was finally exposed to you, you were surprised to see his red ink went further down and adorned his muscular thighs as well.

He took his dick by the base and reached out to hold you by your chin, “Open.” he said, and you opened your mouth apprehensively at first, then wider once he used his thumb to help you open it further.

“Good.” he huffed and pushed his fat tip into your mouth. You took as much of him in as you could, your mouth drooling all over him. “Mind your teeth,” he advised and pushed further in, surprised by how much of him you were able to take.

He was halfway in before you gagged, your body pulling back instinctively. “Perfect, now use both hands to stroke me.” his voice was deep and sultry and you looked up at him with teary eyes, taking him in both hands and pumping him eagerly. “Yes, just like that, my love.”

Mydei groaned, his deep growls shooting right through you and causing you to soak through your underwear even further. You sat on your knees rutting against nothing as you whined and took his tip into your mouth and sucked, his hand going to the back of yourr head. He stopped himself from pushing you further down, but you eagerly took as much of him as you could, pumping the rest of him with your hands.

You indeed got very messy for him, your saliva and his precum staining your face and dripping down your chin and onto your chest. “You’re an excellent student, learning so quickly. Keep at it.” his voice almost whiny as he complimented you.

You bravely held him by his hips now, pushing your head further down on him, almost to his base. The prince moaned deeply and breathed heavily as you almost took him all the way in. He pulled you off of him by grabbing a handful of your hair. He pumped himself as he watched you catch your breath, “May I?” he asked and you nodded as tears stung your eyes. Mydei moved closer while holding the back of your head, pushing his long thick cock into your mouth. The prince bottomed out into your mouth, releasing a satisfied moan as you scratched at his thighs, breathing through your nose so that he could enjoy your warm wet mouth further.

He locked eyes with you before pulling out completely, “You doing alright?” You nodded with hazy eyes, sticking your tongue out for him before pleading for more. “Mydei, need more of you, please.” He lifted you up and into his arms, kissing you hard while carrying you over to the bath that waited in the corner of the room. He walked the two of you into the warm golden water, his hardness hot against your slick cunt.

The water was so soothing, almost invigorating as he moved you to rest on the warm stoned edge. His hands tugged at the wet fabric of your underwear, pulling them off greedily and tearing the fabric in the process.

You felt his hands opening your legs, his fingers easily finding your slit and entering you confidently. You gripped at his back with a small yelp and he tensed up, breaking the kiss to look at you. “You’re, untouched?” he asked softly, taking your face in his hands and giving you a kiss on the cheek softly.

“Mydei, please! You don’t have to treat me like I’m made of glass.” He pulled back and looked at you, “I know that, I’ve seen you take a punch.” he said with a chuckle. You didn’t want him to treat you any differently than when the two of you sparred, but perhaps he had his reasons for being so apprehensive.

“I’ve never, laid with anyone Mydei, you will be my first.” your voice went quiet as you tried to avert his gaze, but he turned you to look at him once again. “And you’re sure about this? You wish for it to be me?” he asked as he looked at you fondly. “Absolutely.” your answer confident and sweet as you held onto him, almost scared he’d disappear right before you.

He smiled and got on his knees, taking your legs and putting them over his shoulders. Without another word he moved in, kissing your folds tenderly. You whimpered, the feeling of him so close to you like this, just lightly kissing you making your head spin. He licked up your slicked folds only once, making you buck up against him. He chuckled ftom your reaction, knowing the power he had over you in this position. But that was only because you trusted him completely, and he was honored to know that.

You looked down at him and watched as he trailed kisses from your cunt to your inner thighs, licking and sucking hard. He nipped at your skin, “I’m honored by the way. Having the privilege to be the first person to have you like this, I’ll be good to you, I promise my love.” His words were like a tether, grounding you to this mortal plane as his tongue dove back into you.

His velvety muscle prodded and pushed inside of you, becoming very familiar with the place no other tongue has had the privilege to enter. The sensations made you twitch and whine under him, his mouth sucking on your bundle of nerves as he pushed one of his thick fingers inside of you slowly and deliberately. “Mydeimos,” you huffed, holding onto his head as he worked.

The estranged prince of Castrum Kremnos moaned against you, loving the way your body reacted to him, his fingers curving and focusing on stretching you out for him. “It’s too much, gods!” you yelped and bared down on his fingers after he stuffed another one in, your climax washing over you in a wave of heat. Mydei continued, looking up at you as you threw your head back in bliss, your face soon looking down at him as he quickly sent you into another orgasm. Your overstimulated body slumped against him, your weak hands pulling his face from you as you practically begged for a kiss with small and needy babbles.

“Need you, my king.” you huffed against his wet mouth, your words sending a shockwave to his already weeping dick. He slotted himself between you, pulling away with a heavy breath as he looked down where he prodded at your entrance. “Do not hesitate to tell me if it’s too much, alright?” you nodded and put your arms around his shoulders, bracing yourself to accept him into you. He pushed his tip against you, grunting as your tightness slowly engulfed him, “Relax my love,” he said with a kiss to your cheek, “Allow me to lead, please.” You relaxed the best you could, resting your forehead against his. He grunted with a smile as he slowly pushed himself all the way in. “You take me so fucking well, look” he said and you looked down, seeing him shesthed completely inside of you. You clenched down involuntarily, causing the warrior to grip your hips roughly and push into you further. You yelped, “M-Mydei!”

He held your hips close, kissing your forehead softly. “Forgive me my love. You’re so tight around me it’s making me feral.” He stilled himself and picked you up, turning so that you now sat on him. “Let’s relax like this for a bit, yes?” he said and lay back on the warm stone, holding you on his large lap with one hand while the other was tucked under his head.

“How do you feel?” he asked with a cocky grin. “Full.” you said and reached down to touch your stomach. “I can almost feel you, here.” you said with a giggle and pressed down on your abdomen where you thought his dick rested inside you. He hissed, digging his sharp nails into your rear. “Good, I plan to mark it as mine.” he ssid and rutted against you slowly. “All mine.”

You felt him even deeper inside, your limit reached as your body pulled up a bit off of him. He held you up with one hand, allowing you to breathe and adjust yourself back onto him. “If you need to stop-“ he spoke up but you shook your head, “It’s okay, I’ll get used to it.” you huffed and slowly moved up on his shaft, arching your back as you felt his tip brush up against your spot. “Slowly, just like that.” he grunted and held you with both hands.

He guided you on his long dick, teaching you how to ride him properly, for both your pleasure and his. He looked up at you, your eyes rolling back in your head as he rolled his hips against you. “By the fucking gods,” he moaned as you engulfed him whole, rotating your hips to find new ways to feel him hit your sweet spot.

Mydei had dragged his nails against your hips, leaving scratches all along your skin, the feeling only adding to the pleasure you were feeling. “More, please my king!” you yelped out what you believed to be his proper title as he thrust into you hard, taking the air from your lungs before he stood up and carried you over to his bed.

He placed you down, not once slipping out of you, “You crave more of me but, I don’t want to hurt you.” his voice was soft as he kissed your neck, rutting against you slowly as you held onto his slippery lower back. “Please Mydei. You said it yourself, I’m stronger than I look.” You reassured him and he leaned back onto his knees. He looked down at you, pulling you further down onto his big dick. Your back arched against his cock that was so deliciously nestled inside of you as you moaned louder.

Mydei pulled out of you and thrusted back in hard, your breasts boucning wildly as he repeated the action, over and over again. “Mmh, harder!” you whined and he could only growl, lifting you up and off of the mattress, pounding into your guts roughly.

Your eyes rolled back as your toes curled, the immense pleasure making your vision blurry as he thrust into you again and again. The loud smacks of skin against skin reverberating against the walls and were occasionally accompanied by both your moans and his.

He moved to lean over you, his hands on either side of you now as sweat began to form on his brow. He leaned down, taking one of your nipples in his mouth, continuing his brutal pace and making sure you felt every ounce of pleasure imaginable. He sucked on each one eagerly, using his tongue and mouth to mark you and make a mess on your chest.

He licked a sloppy trail up from your breasts, your neck and to your mouth, “I’m going to break you my beloved, forgive me.” he warned with a huff before picking up his pace. You could barely comprehend what he was saying as the pleasure overtook your body, your hands reaching for purchase on his back, your legs wrapped tight around his waist. “Mmh yes, don’t stop my king, my god.” You praised him loudly as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, the feeling of your tight cunt around him bringing him closer and closer to his breaking point.

He continued his brutal pace however, his powerful hips and dick hitting that euphoric spot inside of you over and over, a feeling you were sure to be newly addicted to once you came undone. You were close, tears falling as you bit down on his shoulder. Your pussy baring down on him like a vice as your first vaginal orgasm crashed into you. “Mydei!” you screamed out his name, his body leaning up quickly to pull out of you in time.

He tugged om himself quickly, his seed spurting out in thick ribbons as you watched him through half lidded eyes. Your peak unlike anything you had ever felt before. The Chrysos Heir’s face above you in pure ecstasy as he came all over your spent pussy. He began saying a prayer to the gods, thanking them for creating you as he wiped the sweat from his brow.

Your pussy ached for more as you milked your pleasure as much as you could, but it was soon overtaken by a dull twinge of pain. You didnt want him knowing you were hurting, so you tried to conceal your pain, to no avail however. The shocked look on his face already let you know he knew something was wrong. “What?” you asked as you followed his eyes to where he was staring intently.

“You’re bkeeding.” he said in a defeated and sad tone. “Fuck, I knew this would happen!” he said angrily and got off of the bed. “This always fucking happens.” He walked off to a nearby table, opening the drawer and fetching some things from it. You scoffed and tried to move but both the pain and the prince stopped you. “Don’t even try it.” he said with a grumble as he quickly brought over a damp cloth to clean you up with. “Didn’t I tell you to stop me if I got too rough?!“ he exclaimed, incredibly mad at himself for damaging his precious gift from the gods above.

“But I didn’t want you to stop!” you exclaimed back, feeling equally upset that he thought he hurt you terribly. “And it’s not even alot of blood, you’re overreacting.” You said as you leaned back on the pillows allowing him to finish cleaning you without any more interruption. He leaned in to give you a kiss once he was done, “Quiet.” he said with a small smile, not wanting to hear your excuses but knowing he didn’t have a choice in that regard.

He then brought you a clean, dry cloth to wear between your legs and you soon cuddled up next to him, kissing his chest lazily as your body began to wind down for sleep. “You’re oddly prepared for that, almost as if this has happned before.” you teased and looked up at him. Mydei’s eyes were closed, his mouth in a tight frown as he sighed through his nose.

“That’s because it has.” he said as he pulled you closer. “I’m a fucking monster. Reckless and wild, no restraint whatsoever when it comes to the things I want. And it doesn’t help that I can’t die, but the people that I choose to lay with can.” You took in his worries, pulling his beautiful face to look at you as you searched his fiery gaze. “You’re no monster my king, you’re my love. And I will be your guide in reason, humanity and love. If you’ll allow me.” you said against his lips. Mydei simply nodded, “Fine, but you’ll need to recover first. Good thing you have a couple of days off from training.” He pulled you in for a kiss, his touches so incredibly gentle against you. “Your new instructor would roam all over Amphoreus just to find a way to kill me for good if I sent you out in this condition.”

The two of you soon fell asleep in each others arms, your sweet and peaceful slumber only interrupted the next morning by Mydei screaming loudly at something or someone. “I’ll have your fucking head on a pike Phainon! Keep laughing!” He exclaimed before making his way back over to you, barely audible grumbles and mumbles falling from his lips.

“The deliverer, wanted you to have this.” he said with a groan, his voice sounding so tired and done from interacting with his trickster of a friend this early in the morning. You took the box from him and opened it to observe its contents, wondering what the knight could have gifted you. Inside the box was a delicious and delectable looking order of golden honeycakes, still warm from the fire and a small bottle of rough ambrosia. But the accompanying note was what made your cheeks get hot, your body almost shooting through the ceiling in embarrassment.

“Hope you’re still breathing after last night, it would be a true shame if I lost you as a student! Stay hydrated and take as much time as you need to recover!”

Mydei took the note from you and crumpled it up, “I swear to the titan of strife himself that I’ll rip that coreflame right out of that fool’s body.” His tone sounded very serious, but he took the box from you anyway, kissing you softly on the lips and telling you that he’ll gladly feed you once the two of you washed up.

A/N: I NEED HIM TO HURT MEEEEEE!! 🗣️yesssssir 🙂‍↕️ i can just imagine the shit eating grin on Phainon’s face as he made that little care package 🤭 what a little bitch lmaoo

[millenianthemums]

chapter 3 of my fic is up! i actually posted it a week ago, but was too tired to finish the art until now… i might not actually be able to draw for every single chapter, but i still wanna try. we’ll see.

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Mabel had become best friends with Tate McGucket’s new dog in under a week. She knew she would eventually, but still, that was record time. And with all the old friends she’d been tirelessly catching up with in her first few days back in Gravity Falls, she was both proud and preemptively exhausted to have added a new friend to the list already.

It helped that Scout Cottonball McGucket was the absolute sweetest puppy she’d ever met (a puppy that was taller than her on two legs was a puppy nonetheless). She was one of those huge fluffy white dogs– a Great Pyranese, Dipper had said– and her heart was just as soft and sweet and cuddly as the rest of her. Hence “Cottonball”, the unauthorized middle name Mabel had secretly given her. The plan was to get it to stick so well that by the time Tate found out about it, it would be impossible to get rid of it.

So when she cycled by the lake and saw Tate out in the rain that afternoon, and managed to wrangle out of him that Scout was missing , of course she was going to help look. Total no-brainer. Her search-and-rescue strategy of biking along the treeline at a snail pace while whistling and calling Scout’s name wasn’t exactly sophisticated, but before long she caught a lucky break. She started hearing a weird noise through the rain, a distant but piercing screech. At first she assumed it was a red fox or maybe a mountain lion screaming its head off somewhere in the woods, and tried to steer clear of it. But then a series of powerful barks joined it– Scout’s beautiful voice!-- and Mabel’s self-preservation fled. No way was some wailing overgrown house cat gonna hurt her new friend on her watch!

She swerved toward the noise, yelling for Scout, and soon a shape barrelled toward her out of the darkness. She was only terrified for a split second, but then she saw its wagging tail and leapt off her bike to give the dog a massive hug. Scout jumped and wagged and danced around joyfully as Mabel scrubbed her hands all through her thick coat. “You’re okay!” she cheered as Scout nuzzled her face. “We were all so worried, young lady… aww, I can’t stay mad at you! Maybe just– oof–” she shoved Scout’s massive paws off her shoulders and tried to wipe the muddy pawprints off her sweater before they soaked into the wool. “Maybe just settle down a little– whoa! Hey! Oh, you’re such a silly–”

“YOU.”

She recognized the voice right away. Part of her brain had never stopped hearing it. Her head turned toward it against her will, and standing there in the woods, staring her down, was exactly what she was most afraid to see.

Bill Cipher. The triangle guy who almost killed the entire world last time she’d been here. The monster who tricked her into helping him almost tear her family apart. The thing that had almost scared her into not coming back this year, into abandoning this place and the people she loved so much, out of fear that she’d somehow mess it all up again. The single worst thing that had ever happened to her. He was standing right in front of her. The streaks of mud and bruising, bloody gashes all over his face (body? surface?) made him look like he’d just clawed his way straight out of Hell, and the look in his eye seemed to say that he’d done it just to tear her apart with his bare hands.

She was dreaming. She had to be dreaming. Please, please let her be dreaming. Let her wake up…

Then he started talking, and she realized something was off.

“YYYOUUU DIDTHIISSSS,” was all she could really make out. He was saying lots more stuff, but the words were blurring together, so clumsy and slurred that it didn’t even sound like language. He started trying to walk toward her– walk , like on the ground , which she’d never seen him do in his triangle form. And he was barely managing it. Every raindrop that hit him seemed to be weighing him down as he approached, oozing blood— weird silver blood with an eye-melting rainbow sheen— from countless gashes on his arms and legs, and even between the brick things on his body/face. The finger gun he was holding out seemed like it was supposed to be aiming at her, but his whole arm was shaking more than the leaves in the summer storm. He trailed off speaking— the only other thing she’d caught was “I WON’T”— and his eye locked on her face. His eye was bloodshot, pink, shiny and sticky, like a wad of chewed gum. It looked horribly painful. Everything about him looked painful.

As she stared, his pupil shrank to a tiny point. His eye turned bright red, and the redness spread out into his bricks— scales?— like a fire burning behind drywall. For a second she thought he was about to turn into that giant crimson nightmare pyramid he’d shapeshifted into last year, and she almost turned and ran as he let out a scream and started to run at her…

…and fell on his face.

Mabel and Scout stood there, staring in silence, as Bill Cipher laid face-down and motionless in the mud. The woods were still filled with the low roar of rain, but somehow Mabel felt a heavy silence crushing her lungs.

Once her heart had stopped beating so fast, she risked a step toward him. Scout made a soft rumble of warning, but let her approach. Bill gave absolutely no sign that he knew she was there as she drew closer, until she was standing right beside him, close enough to see the gold scales on his back heaving rhythmically up and down. Slow, labored breathing. Had she ever seen him breathe before? She didn’t think he even did that. At least not normally. But from the looks of it, this was hardly a normal day for him. He really did look awful. One of his arms was a bloody mess, leather skin all ragged and torn. He probably had Scout to thank for that. She gave the dog an affectionate scratch behind her ear.

But the torn-up arm was far from his only injury. And she didn’t know how to tell health from illness in… whatever he was… but she was pretty sure he was usually a much brighter shade of yellow than this. He looked drained of color.

After several seconds of nothing happening, she noticed a big, durable-looking stick lying at the base of a nearby tree. She retrieved it, and after a few deep breaths and a bit of hyping herself up– “if he was gonna jump up and grab you he could have done it by now” -- she held out the stick and gave him a slight but purposeful nudge.

Nothing. He just barely twitched enough to show he was still alive. He was totally out cold.

She was getting concerned. That was a new experience, feeling concern for Bill. He’d done so much terrible stuff, but still… was she watching a man die? Or a triangle, rather? Was she about to see a triangle die?

A voice in the distance cut through the rain. Mabel jumped back and held the stick like a baseball bat on reflex. Then she recognized it, just as Scout’s tail started wagging. It was Tate McGucket’s voice. “Mabel? Scout? Is that you out there?”

“It’s us! Hi!” Mabel chirped, then realized her mistake. Leading Tate toward Bill would almost definitely end with somebody dying. And whoever it ended up being, she just really didn’t want to see that. With a few more quick, anxious nudges, she managed to shove Bill most of the way under a nearby bush just as Tate’s flashlight beam swept through the trees to find them. Scout took off running toward it and Mabel quickly followed, snagging the handlebars of her bike along the way. She arrived in time to see Tate grinning and ruffling Scout’s furry face as she stood with her paws on his chest. He looked up to see Mabel and quickly shoved the dog off him. “I keep tellin’ you not to jump like that, girl!” he said sternly.

“She must’ve run off chasing something,” Mabel offered as casually as possible. “But she ran up as soon as she heard me! She’s a good puppy!”

“Wish she minded me half that well,” he grumbled, patting Scout on the head. “Good on you for findin’ her, Mabel. I really can’t thank you enough–”

“You don’t have to thank me!” Mabel said, shooing the thought away with her hands. “I’m always happy to help out a friend!” Scout gave a quiet, appreciative “boof” as she scratched her ear.

“Let me drive you back home, then,” Tate said. “You shouldn’t be biking in this rain anyway. ‘Specially once it gets dark.”

Mabel shot an involuntary glance at the bushes behind her. If she left now, she might not find this same spot again. And if she lost track of Bill, if she went home not knowing if he was still out there somewhere, or if he might follow her…

“...Well, the others aren’t expecting me back ‘til eight,” she said slowly. That was true; she’d been out cycling well past sunset most nights since she and Dipper arrived. Ever since she’d gotten really into biking in the fall, she’d been eager to try out the trails in Gravity Falls, and now she was getting as much use out of them as she could. The Grunkles were cool with it. They both figured a girl who’d helped fight off a paranormal apocalypse could handle herself in the dark woods for an hour or two. And they were right, she thought proudly. She’d gotten really fast on her bike in the past few months. She could probably outspeed a grizzly bear with ease. Those guys were way too big and bulky to pedal well.

“Plus, I think the rain’s supposed to let up soon,” she continued. “Would it be okay if I just hung around the bait shop for a little bit, and then biked home after?”

“Sure thing,” Tate said, looking grateful for something to offer. “I’ll tell the missus to put some tea on. Scout, heel.” He clicked his fingers, and Scout followed close beside him as he headed back to the house.

Mabel waited until his back was turned. Then she picked up the stick again and drove it hard into the ground, at the base of the bush that hid Bill. Backing up a bit, making sure it would stay upright, she nodded to herself. It would work well enough as a landmark.

“I’ll come back later,” she whispered under her breath as she trailed behind Tate and Scout. “If he’s gone, I’ll run home and tell Dipper and the Grunkles. And if he’s dead, then… problem solved. I think.”

And if this is all a trick? Some cynical part of her brain piped up. If he’s luring you back into some kind of trap, then what? You gonna fall for it like last time?

“No,” she whispered back through gritted teeth. “Not again.”

One hand wandered to the cupholder on her bike that held her grappling hook. Fingers resting on its handle, she followed the others out of the woods.

The sun had fully hidden behind the horizon by the time Mabel left. The rain had lightened to a gentle mist, barely noticeable really, and she hadn’t wanted to stay out too late. So once she’d finished her tea (augmented with all the spare sugar packets Mrs. McGucket had claimed to own), she’d said goodbye to Scout and her humans and set out for home. She sent a quick text to Dipper on the way out, letting him know she’d be a little bit late getting back. Just got sidetracked, sorry, nothing to worry about.

But there was something to worry about. She saw the stick loom out of the darkness as she cycled up. The rain had almost washed it out of the ground, leaving it standing crooked. The sharp, jutting angle reminded her of that picture Dipper showed her once of a nuclear waste dump or something, where they’d put some scary black spikes in a desert to try and scare people away. “This place is best shunned and left uninhabited”.

She shouldn’t be doing this. This was so stupid. It didn’t make any sense to get closer.

But she was already standing over the bush. She wrenched the stick out of the ground and gripped it like a sword. She held it at arm’s length and pushed aside the foliage, reaching back for the grappling hook in her pocket with her other hand.

The dim light glinted off something shiny and yellow. She drew back a step, instinctive, but the shape didn’t jump at her. It didn’t move at all. Bill Cipher was still exactly where she’d left him.

Did he actually die? She felt her chest tighten, which was stupid. It was good if he was dead. He was already supposed to be dead. She should be thrilled to think he might have died under that bush, all his threats left unfulfilled.

Did I just walk away while he was dying?

Her hand was shaking. She tried to draw the stick back, but it bumped against one of his arms as it went.

It twitched. The fist clenched and drew back in toward the body. Mabel almost bit through her tongue from flinching too hard, but there was no further movement.

He was alive. Barely.

Mabel’s chest was so tight, it felt like she couldn’t breathe. This was the worst case scenario. He wasn’t gone somewhere. He didn’t jump up and scare her and at least provide some clue about what was going on. And he wasn’t dead. But he probably would be in a few hours. And there was nobody in the world who would ever possibly help. Nobody who even could, except her.

This was so STUPID. You already helped him once, Mabel. Remember? You helped him almost kill your whole family. You really wanna go another round?

But thinking about just walking away made her feel sick. She’d never just walked away from something that was dying before. How many wasps had she fished out of pools in her life? How many times had her parents scolded her for bringing wounded squirrels and raccoons inside? Those were bad ideas too. “Trash the house and get stung” ideas. But the wasps and squirrels and raccoons all lived. If she hadn’t done that stupid thing, they would have died. Not helping had never even felt like an option.

“He already died once before,” she whispered to the angry voice in her head. “He might come back again, someplace else, and cause a bunch more problems we don’t even know about until it’s too late.” She popped open the little wicker trunk on the back of her bike and pulled out her emergency picnic blanket. “Maybe if I, like, put him somewhere secure. And keep a good close eye on him. And then when he wakes up, I can get some answers here.”

The angry voice wasn’t convinced by her rationalizations. It kept yelling about how stupid she was as she draped the blanket over Bill, then gingerly lifted him, using the blanket like gloves, too scared to touch him directly. He weighed practically nothing; about the same as a large picture frame. The voice kept berating her as she shoved him into the bike’s front basket– no way was she putting him in the trunk and pedaling all the way home with her back to him. The front basket was just big enough that, with the blanket over him, he looked like a misshapen, mostly unsuspicious lump. She biked along the side of the road, eyes flickering back and forth between the basket and the pavement ahead, for the whole ride home. The voice was still at it by the time she leaned her bike against the wall of the Mystery Shack, but the louder and meaner it got, the less inclined she felt to listen to its advice. She knew this was a dumb idea. But she’d come this far, and there were no other good options.

They’d discovered, like, six new secret rooms since Grunkle Ford first made it back home. Some of them even he had forgotten about. There was one in the basement that she and Dipper had taken to calling “Gay Baby Jail”, because they’d started a habit of banishing defeated board game opponents down there. Also because it was small, cramped, almost empty, and only had one tiny, high window into the backyard, which for some reason had bars on it.

For all these reasons, it was the perfect habitat for Bill. There was a bathroom in the back, and they’d spruced the room up with a beanbag chair and one of those empty wooden chests from the gift shop, just to tie the room together. He’d be fine in there. Probably.

It was easy to sneak in the back door and down to the basement. Dipper, Stan and Ford were all chatting in the kitchen, working on dinner. It smelled like something was on fire, but she still really wished she was in there with them. This was to keep them safe, she reminded herself as she eased open the door to Gay Baby Jail.

She turned the blanket bundle upside down and dumped Bill out onto the beanbag chair. He was still out cold, lying there in a pile of noodly limbs, but at least he was still breathing. She dropped the blanket on top of him and backed away.

Looking him over, she frowned. A small bite wound on his arm was still oozing silver blood. It would ruin the beanbag chair pretty soon. She sighed and started digging through her pockets.

Gingerly, with as few fingers as possible, she pressed a sky blue band-aid over the wound. “You didn’t earn that,” she whispered. “That’s for practical reasons only.”

With one last look around the room, she jabbed a finger at him. “I’ll be back,” she said, practicing her Interrogation Voice. “And when you wake up, I want answers, Geometry Boy.”

Bill stayed asleep. Mabel shut the door, locked it, tested the lock. It held strong.

She took a deep breath and straightened up, switching from Serious Mode back to Mabel Mode. Then she snuck back outside, knocked on the front door, and joined her family for dinner.

[weirdmarioenemies]

Name: Hot-Hot Rock Debut: Super Mario Bros. Wonder

You know something I love about the Mario series? Its tendency to use reduplication to put emphasis on certain words. You thought your average everyday mountain was tall? Well this is a Tall Tall Mountain. You've never seen docks quite this dire before! And it's not even just adjectives that get in on the fun! Rock Rock Mountain, Ice Ice Outpost, I love that something can be more "rock" or "ice" than something else. Sometimes a word is so nice, you just wanna say it twice twice.

Hot-Hot Rocks are one of the latest additions to this long-running Mario trend, and also one of our latest Cubic Companions! You know, Blocks are very important to the Mario franchise, but how many enemies can you think of that are blocks...? The answer should be a lot. This was a Mod Hooligon Trick and you may or may not have fallen for it. I can't tell unless you tell me, alright?

Hot-Hot Rocks first appear in the level Hot-Hot Hot! (this is an example of a linguistic phenomenon known as "threeduplication"), where they serve as one of the primary obstacles. As long as Hot-Hot Rocks are Not-Hot, you can stand on them like any other platform. But when they start glowing red, you better get out of the kitchen, because Mario and friends can't stand the heat!

Of course, a little water is all it takes to turn Hot-Hot Rocks into Not-Hot Rocks for good, so spray them with Elephant Mario's trunk or a precariously placed pot of water, and they won't be able to hurt you anymore!

Hot-Hot Rocks have a symbiotic relationship with another new enemy called Kerpop, which will probably get its own post someday, likely courtesy of Mod Chikako. These guys act like Goombas most of the time, but when they touch a hot Hot-Hot Rock, they will pop and begin jumping around! How cute! This attention to detail is what makes Super Mario Bros. Wonder truly special.

That's about all there is to Hot-Hot Rocks, but we're not quite done yet, because this post is about to get all philisolophical(sic)! Because as Weird Mario Enemies, an important part of that title-we-love-to-defy-and-love-bringing-up-how-much-we-love-to-defy-it is knowing what an "enemy" is to begin with. And so we must ask ourselves: what is an enemy? What separates an enemy from an obstacle? And is there even a meaningful difference...?

I can't say I can give you an answer. But I can give you a bunch of thought exercises under the cut! You like those, right?

You do like those! Thanks for looking under the cut, I really appreciate it.

So if we want to have a discussion of what counts as an "enemy" in the context of a video game, we should probably have a rough definition of what we think an "enemy" is in the first place. It's tough to look for edge cases of something that doesn't have any edges.

I personally think a good starting definition is along the lines of "a character designed with the intent of hurting the player," or something roughly like that. And now that we have a definition, we can scrutinize the hell out of it!

On the left we have Thwomp. Thwomp is a classic Mario Enemy. The kind you'd see featured on @regularmarioenemies. We invite Thwomp over for dinner every Sunday, and Thwomp always smashes the dinner table because that's just what Thwomp does. On the right we have Karamenbo. Karamenbo does the exact same thing that Thwomp does, but it doesn't have a face! And despite the fact they act the exact same way, this simple design difference leads to most people considering Thwomp an "enemy" and Karamenbo an "obstacle"!

Is the difference between an enemy and an obstacle really something so simple as having a face? And if so...

What do we make of Lava Bubble, another Classic Mario Enemy that only sometimes has a face? Are they only an enemy when they have a face? Or are they allowed to always be enemies in spite of their occasional facelessness? Or alternatively, are they prohibited from being enemies despite their occasional befacedness? I don't know, and my "the fact I am writing for this blog" tells me I should probably be an expert in this field!

And what about Moonsnake? What could easily be dismissed as a simple obstacle like a Spike Bar is revealed by in-game text to be a living creature! Does this allow it to be classified as an enemy instead? Does something become an enemy just because there's text saying it's alive? Do ghosts and robots count as alive? Is a thorny flower an enemy instead of an obstacle, or does the specific choice of the word "creature" make a meaningful distinction here?

What if I told you there's official text calling Karamenbo a type of Thwomp, does that change your perception of it?

And we haven't even started touching on the idea of whether or not enemies need to hurt you. Let me ask you an important question...

Are Hoppos enemies? They can not hurt you. Whenever you touch them, you just bounce off, and sure, you might be bounced into something that can hurt you, but Hoppo is just an animal. Is it really Hoppo's fault? Could Hoppo be charged with manslaughter for bouncing Mario into a bottomless pit? Are bottomless pits a type of enemy?

Flomps, Bomps, these can not hurt you directly, but they can cause you to get hurt! And they're relatives of Thwomp, too! Do these factors matter in defining them as an enemy? Bomps act basically the same as the Push-Blocks from Super Mario Odyssey, and the wiki classifies those as mere platforms!

Is mayonnaise an enemy? I don't even know anymore!

Basically, enemies are a subclass of obstacle but there's not really a meaningful distinction that separates them. Literally the only thing that separates an enemy from an obstacle is the Vibes. Nothing else matters! Sorry! But what does that mean for our blog...?

Absolutely nothing! As I've said multiple times, we stopped caring about that distinction ages ago. We're hardly even a Mario blog anymore! I just wanted to subject you to my ramblings because I've had this in the back of my mind for a while now and well I had to say it somewhere.

And since I subjected you to several paragraphs of ramblings that amount to basically nothing... am I an enemy...?

[priceyprice]

Simon is not a believer.

He doesn't believe in things like the earth is flat, aliens are green with antlers, superstitions, and other things. He doesn't believe in angels, demons, myths like greek mythology or spirits —instead of ghosts, he believes that spirits are a form of energy and not just a white silhouette of a person—, he's not of a much believer of anything. He hardly has emotions, years of shutting down everything he felt since all his trajectory and his dark past, so there's no way he believes in something.

Oh, that's until he saw her.

The moment he saw her, the thought of not believing in angels was vanished like the thin smoke of a cigarette.

She was standing in front of him, introducing herself like the new member of the team with her sweet voice that sounded like honey dripping from her soft lips. Her face was soft and delicate, something he had never seen before. When she extended her hand for a handshake, the soft texture of her almost melted him on the spot. How can she be a sergeant with that delicate face? How can she kill on the battlefield with those soft hands?

She was a true angel.

A few weeks later, when they were on a mission, Simon realized how much he underestimated her.

She could kill like a demon.

She could kill anyone in matter of seconds. There was no remorse or sympathy behind those pretty eyes the second she stepped into battleground.

Now, Simon believes in angels and demons.

Almost a year later, when Simon finally was in a relationship with her, he discovered other beliefs.

His room was filled with soft moans, whimpers, and the sound of the bed creaking. His hands were on her waist as hers were on his broad shoulders. He was sitting on the edge of the bed while she was on top of him riding him like her life depended on it.

Their kisses were messy and sloppy, teeth clashing and tongues fighting for dominance, not caring of anyone who would pass in front of the room, abusing of his power as they know no one will snitch on the lieutenant.

Her hands roamed down to his chest, taking him by surprise when she pushed him down so he was lying completely on his bed. His eyes found hers, confused about why she used all that force on him, thinking maybe she didn't wanna do it anymore.

Before he could process what was happening again, she started to ride him again faster. A low growl formed on her throat.

Simon hissed and closed his eyes for a second. "Fuck... you're too fast."

"I don't care." She answered, almost sounding like a whimper.

His hands flew to her hips, and he opened his eyes, only to found the most perfect view he could ever had.

Her hair was disheveled, his impatient hands taking the blame for all her strands in different directions. Her expression was contorted to one of pure ecstasy and a few rebel strands of hair and droplets of sweat adorning her forehead. Her skin was glowing like the morning sun rising up behind the mountains. Her hips moved like the waves on a night with a full moon. Her soft skin against his was like the clouds adorning the very blue sky.

That's when Simon came to the realization that he believed in something more.

In goddesses.

She looked like a total goddess trying to search for her release, panting and sweating, up and down, using him for reaching that state of pure bliss.

When they finished, they lay down on his bed, hugging each other without saying anything. Skin red and sweaty, covers dirty and wrinkled, room smelling like sex and their scents. They didn't care as long as they were embracing each other and forgetting about the world after his room door.

At that moment, Simon started to believe in something else.

Heaven.

As much as he wanted to avoid the bitter events, he couldn't simply do it. One day, on a mission trying to find a gang leader and a human trafficker, they kidnapped his lover. Leaving no trace behind to have a clue and save her.

The way his heart fell from his chest was worse than any other things he had experienced in life. Those gang members took away his reason to live, his reason to breathe, his reason to love.

Simon discovered another belief that day.

Hell.

And he will bring hell to every person who touched even a single strand of hair from his lover.

He will bring the devil himself just to save her.

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[Part 3 here]

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[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Could I maybe get a Hisuian!Reader who came to Paldea through a space time rift? They remember everything, they still have all their old Pokemon, they like to share stories of their adventures (anything from taking on Volo to "Oh yeah, I caught this alpha garchomp after a half-hour standoff, here's her gigaton ball lol."), they've got little scars here and there from accidentally standing too close to Pokemon attacks or taking fall damage, and they give descendants of their Hisuian Pokemon to their blueberry friends (BBE4, Carmine, and Kieran) during their trades. To make things even more interesting, I wonder what that reader would think about bloodmoon ursaluna, Perrin, and modern Sinnoh - seeing their dear friend Adaman in someone alive today and seeing just how much things have changed over the years

The PLA fixation is real so YESSSIR I finally got around to this one. I separated the headcanons by region and their respective characters

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Paldea (Arven, Penny, Nemona)

After finishing your mission in Hisui, you decided to confront Arceus, being satisfied with everything you've done for the Survey Corps and the good people of Jubilife Village.

You fully finished the pokedex, fulfilling Professor Laventon's dreams, and were ready to return home.

After some reluctance, Arceus agreed and ensured you wouldn't lose any of your memories, as you didn't want all your feats in Hisui become lost to history.

It warned you that you'll never get to see Rei/Akari, Professor Laventon, the Wardens...or anyone else ever again.

But you've said your goodbyes and were ready to go back.

One warp through a space-time rift later, you were dropped off in Paldea-

Right where Arven, Penny, and Nemona were discussing whether to call off the search for you or not.

As it turns out, you've been missing for months, not long after the Area Zero adventure, and so it's a rather tearful reunion when they realize the person in the old fashioned clothing was you.

You looked tired, scarred, battle-hardened...and yet you smiled as you joked about being "back from the past".

Since then, easing back into modern life was..trickier than you expected.

You still had the habit of crafting pokeballs and potions as you were taught, rather than spend money buying them in bulk (even though you had boatloads because of your champion status).

You tried getting the trio to follow your directions, but they kept fumbling with the tumblestones and didn't know where to attach the iron chunks that made up the clasps.

When you start talking about feather, wing, leaden, and gigaton pokeballs they stare at you in confusion until you realize "oh shit those are outdated".

Nemona is VERY curious about the gigaton ball, however, and so you show it to her--revealing your Alpha Garchomp branded with the "Former Alpha" mark. She got to keep her height.

"Oh yeah, she was a real feisty one. We had a half-hour standoff on a slippery ice mountain slope but I showed her who's boss haha." You laugh as you share the story of how you encountered and tamed her.

Your fellow champion now thinks you're 10x cooler for actually facing a Pokémon head-on....while poor Arven and Penny are shook(TM) and wondered how you made it back alive.

Especially when they discover your scars are from falling and vicious Pokemon attacks

Introducing your Hisuian starter to your Paldean starter was...a little awkward. One recently became a champion's Pokémon and the other faced Giratina itself.

But they eventually shake hands and become besties, becoming members of your party whenever you wanna battle Arven, Penny, or Nemona again.

You keep accidentally calling out agile/strong style in your commands (ie "Avalugg, make an Agile Avalanche!"), but your Pokémon like to pretend they still know them.

Kitakami (Perrin & Bloodmoon Ursaluna)

Returning to Kitakami felt most familiar..and quite comforting considering how traditional everything is.

Festival of the Masks came back around, and while you didn't get to spend it with Kieran nor Carmine this time...you did wind up spending it with somebody else...

Perrin, who you were drawn to after seeing her Hisuian Growlithe getting into trouble with an Arbok and trying to stand up for itself.

Reminds you of a certain late lord's son..

She expresses her thanks for rescuing her buddy, and mentions how you got there "right on time".

You just look into her eyes and see Adaman: the Diamond Clan leader, the kind man who gave you the celestica flute and came to your aid when you got exiled from the village.

He may be gone now, but time didn't allow him to be forgotten.

Because he lives on in somebody else.

Perrin gets concerned when she sees how emotional you're getting, but you just wipe your eyes and say she just reminds you of an "old friend".

When you show her your other Hisuian Pokémon, she's THRILLED and wants to take all of their pictures, delighted to have proof that these creatures existed.

That leads her to ask how you acquired them, and you start talking about your adventures in the very region she's been studying...including the fact you met her ancestor who used to worship Dialga and had an easygoing attitude like her.

Girl is taking notes fr.

Together you seek out the "Bloodmoon Beast", only to discover that it was an Ursaluna who travelled alllll the way to Kitakami from Hisui, the environment causing it to change appearances and abilities.

You were fascinated, wondering what Lord Ursaluna or Calaba would think of him, and made him a member of your team after quelling his rage.

While going on more casual photoshoots with Perrin, you ask her about what Sinnoh is like now or if anyone there knew about Hisui.

She mentions how the elderly folk talk of it, and how the subway battle system was being run by one conductor due to the other going missing...

You find yourself holding your breath---until she says "oh but apparently he came back like yesterday" and you were SO relieved.

'Ingo made it back home, too. Thank you Arceus.'

She plans to invite you to Sinnoh someday, seeing as you're so curious about what it all looks like now.

BB Academy (BBE4, Carmine, & Kieran)

When you got to study abroad at BB Academy, you...sorta forgot all the beef you had with Kieran until you saw him berating a student out in the terarium.

A year later, you're Paldea's champion AND the one who saved Hisui, but you couldn't exactly tell him the latter.

But now you understood why everyone back then calling you a "hero" made you a little uncomfortable.

Ogerpon (who was worried sick about where you've gone all this time), was SO happy to see you were back and got to meet your Hisuian Lilligant. Two plant gals just vibing together.

You find a Kleavor in the canyon biome and become a bit sentimental, happy to see a descendant of the Lord of the Woods had survived to this very day.

He must've known you were the one who helped his ancestor (albeit not without receiving some scars from flying wood chips), as he bowed and began walking alongside you, loyal to a tee.

Least to say, he became a valuable ally when you finally battled Kieran in the championship.

He sees that you've definitely changed a lot, too. You look tougher and he was concerned about where that scar across your eye came from....

But he's still obsessed with winning, and his attitude when talking about Terapagos afterwards reminds you of...well...Volo.

It's such an extreme comparison, and you hate how your brain immediately jumped to that considering that was a legitimate monster of a man who betrayed you.

Yet it feels like such a similar situation when Kieran pits the turtle against you in the Underdepths, obsessed with power and wanting nothing more than to be recognized as "worthy".

At least he wasn't planning on ending the world, just yours.

After you both reconcile, you spill the beans about where you've gone for the past year, expecting him to laugh or shun you again for keeping such a big secret from him.

Instead..he has this star-eyed look and wanted to know MORE.

So during your next visit to Kitakami, you tell him and Carmine some stories of your Hisuian adventures, showing off Kleavor and your Alpha Garchomp.

Seeing that you still liked to make authentic pokeballs and potions made Kieran appreciate you a lot more. Kitakami used to have a lot of those apricorns, tumblestones, and leeks before everything became mass-produced.

Like him, you really became out-of-touch with today's technology, so while he's learning it, you're re-learning it along with him.

Eventually you tell those same stories to the BB E4, who are all just as shocked, amazed, and bewildered as the twins were.

And when they all came to offer up a trade, you knew what to do:

For Drayton, you gave him a Goomy, insisting that he trains it fully, not wanting to spoil the "surprise".

As lazy as he is, he does so and is stunned when Sliggoo is revealed to be chilling in its own shell, and Goodra had its whole shell on its tail, capable of withdrawing into it anytime

Ngl it makes him wish he had his own shell to withdraw into just to escape situations.

For someone like Kieran who likes old-fashioned stuff, you figured a Hisuian Voltorb would suit him best.

Its appearance reminds you of the olden ways pokeballs were made, and he got the hang of crafting a few himself after a little trial and error!

He gets nervous about it exploding like Kantonian Voltorbs at the slightest touch, but is happy to find out it's super friendly and discharges just to spook humans.

As for Carmine, the sharpness in her golden eyes reminds you of a certain ghost type's...and thus you believed giving her a Hisuian Zorua was ideal. You had a feeling she'd love its evolved form.

When she does evolve it, she's stunned that it has reddish highlights like she does, jokingly asking if this is her in "another life".

Least to say, she loves it indeed.

While you were adamant about giving Amarys your Kleavor, you ended up trading her a Scyther and give her a black augurite afterwards, explaining how it's the secret to its other evolution.

She mentioned deposits of that mineral existing within the canyon biome, but it couldn't actually evolve the surrounding Scyther population due to being simulated.

But thanks to you, she gets to witness that in-action because you held onto an authentic piece of it, and she gives you her thanks.

As for Crispin, well, you believed a Hisuian Growlithe was perfect for him. It was energetic, loyal, and full of fire..just like him.

He got teary-eyed at the story you told of the late Lord Arcanine, his son, how you quelled his frenzy, etc..and feels inspired to train the pup you've given him into something incredible.

One thing Kantonian and Hisuian Arcanines have in common? They love spicy foods.

For Lacey, you trade her a Hisuian-born Petili, encouraging her to use the sun stone right away.

She does and is delighted to see Lilligant as such a graceful dancer..who really packs a punch when it counts!

She'll definitely doll her up and ensure she knew Charm (the only fairy move Hisuian Lilligant could know, alas).

[solar4seekstron]

Tf1! Orian Pax one day seeing this normally quiet miner! Reader sneaking off. And gotten curious he decided to follow. Leading to a very hidden place that he had no clue existed yet, forgotten and high up, he finally climbed up and he was in awe. As the reader found a rare glimpse of the starry night of the surface... you cook with the rest of it my dear.

That’s really good!!! I shall do my best.

Special Spot

Orion Pax x Cybertronian!Reader Oneshot

(I didn’t know if you meant actually on the surface or not but a few guys ago I went to the mountains with my family. Some people lived in really nice houses in the mountains so that gave me an idea! I hope you still enjoyed! Or just DM to yell at me if I got it wrong lol)

I decided this would be cute of Orion Pax finally gaining the strength to tell his crush his feelings and after finding their little special spot close to the surface. He’s so fixated, he forgets his nervousness and finally has a chance to get a spark mate.

Content: SFW

Introduction Movie Oneshot Masterlist

TW/Tags: Wholesomeness and fluff, Orion is precious, reader is quiet, this is so sweet you might get sick lol

Orion pax has always noticed you. Although you were always quiet and didn’t speak much. Until a superior or- Elita spoke to you. You always seemed in a good mood and when he tried talking to you. Your words are always sweet and soft. Hell to the others it seems like you don’t even know the concept of sarcasm. Since everyone else does it with him but when he’s with you. He actually feels no attacked.

Over time. He grew a bit of a crush on you. Although not with much to say. And would never threaten him with beating him with a shovel. Your actions always spoke louder. He knew that tonight is going to be the night.

So once everyone else has fallen asleep. He makes his way towards you and once at your sleeping spot. He noticed when pointing his helm out of the corner, you were- AWAKE?!?! He watched you

You were walking away and made your way out of the mining quarters. He followed behind you to where you don’t notice him

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After some time you continue to make your way to a certain spot. Right between two buildings that are higher up a sort of mountain. A steep hill the buildings were set on

Once you made it there you leaned your back against the wall. There was an amazing view once you looked up. An opened window to the stars of the surface. Although it wasn’t that big. It was just enough for you to see. You continued to stare up. Not noticing Orion snuck up next to you. He then leaned down a bit close to your audio sensors and whispered as gently as he can “what are we looking at?”

This startled you. You were quick to back up your arms in front of you to protect yourself. Orion had his hands up and looked at you.

“Woah. Easy. I ain’t here to hurt ya or anything.” You just looked at him. Looking back at the ground and back at him a few times. He realized you were worried and thought fast.

“Hey,..I won’t snitch if that’s what you’re worried about…I have my secrets too around this city..” he chuckled. You stayed still for a moment looking at him. But then you’d slowly give him that usually warm smile and looked back up at the stars. Orion looked up too. Took him a moment but he was able to finally see them. He was amazed. So enchanted he was actually quiet for a moment.

You let out a sigh as you close your eyes “one day I’m going to fly under those stars. Only closer to them then…” Orion glanced at you and gently smiles. His optics soft

You two stand there looking up for a few more Nano Kliks until Orion finally spoke. His fight gently touching yours.

“So um….you wanna…goooo”

“Yeah Orion. I’ll let you court me”

Orion turned to the opposite side of you raising his arm and first as he closed his optics and whispered “yes!!!!”

You chuckled your helmet resting on his shoulders as you closed your optics. Your hand holding his until they interlocked. Orion continued to look at the stars. He was so happy.

Hope y’all enjoyed!

[iconicstoner]

Jasper Hale and gn! reader they're looking around the stream and they see some Quartzite and reader gets excited (it's their fav.. rock)

typically its found in the mountians

a/n: This was so fun to write! This was actually my first request, so I'm glad to get to write it. Thank you, and I hope you enjoy!!

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i could listen to you forever

gn!reader x jasper hale (fluff)

words: 535

summary: you find your favorite rock along the river's edge, and Jasper can't help but listen to you ramble.

“Jasper,” you whisper shout to him. Your eyes are only partially open, but you still see something shining in the sunlight towards the bed of the stream. “Jas,” you urge again, this time shaking his shoulder. You aren’t sure why either of you decided it’d be a good idea to rest here, out in the forest, but it’s been some of the best sleep you’ve ever gotten. 

“What is it love bug?” Jasper asks in a soft, sleepy voice. Vampires can’t sleep, but sometimes he gets so relaxed with you that he feels like he could. You yawn, stretching your back, and stand up. One second you’re looking at Jasper resting against a rock, eyes barely open and strands of blonde hair in his face, the next second he’s stood next to you with wide eyes. His vampire speed might be something you never get used to.

“I see something shining over there,” you say excitedly. You absolutely loved all things rocks and crystals, and Jasper knew that well. 

“Well, let’s go look and see what it is, Sugar,” Jasper tells you with a smile. He loves to see you get excited over what you care about, and you love when he calls you those sweet nicknames. The two of you quickly make your way over to the river's age. The sun is hitting just right, and Jasper begins to sparkle just as much as the rock in his hands.

“Is that what I think it is?” you ask him happily. You watch as he rubs his thumb over it, and then holds it up to the light. 

“Why yes, I do believe so,” he says with a smirk, leaning in closer to you. You laugh and gently kiss him. He places the rock in your hand and you begin to exam in it.

“Did you know this is my favorite?” 

“I think you’ve mentioned it,” he says with a smile, “maybe I’ll get it made into a ring for you.” You laugh at his comments, but deep down you know that sounds amazing. “Why don’t you tell me about it?”

“Haven’t I already told you about it?” you ask genuinely. You could talk about this sort of stuff forever, but you don’t because you don’t want to annoy Jasper.

“You have told me about it, but I wanna hear it again,” he tells you as he grabs you by the waist and kisses the top of your head.

“It’s Quartzite, typically found in the mountains. It’s a metamorphic rock, meaning it’s formed by being subjected to high heat and pressure, that’s made from quartz rich sandstone. Sometimes it’s used to make kitchen countertops.” 

“You sure do know your stuff, sweetheart,” he says with a smile. His southern accent is more prominent then ever when he’s calling you his sweetheart. 

“You don’t mind when I ramble?”

“Darlin’, I could listen to you talk about rocks for the rest of my life, which I’d like to point out is the rest of forever.” He kisses you on the top of the head again and holds you close.

“Well, I guess you’ll be learning a lot about rocks,” you joke.

“I can’t wait,” he says, syrupy sweet.