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prettylittledollswork · 7 months ago

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Hello!! I have a request for you!

Malleus x fem reader where he takes her to Briar Valley and he shows her different rooms in the castle until they stumble upon an empty ballroom. As reader is looking around she subconsciously starts humming and Malleus takes her hands and starts waltzing with her!!!!

You’re wonderful! Feel free to ignore this if you so choose!

This sounds awesome 🙏 i tried to keep it a drabble or so since i’m going through writers block. not my gif btw! okay this turned out WAY longer than i had expected… it was going to be a short drabble but became a short 1 shot. also, 2 posts within an day? what the flip!

Midnight Waltz - Malleus Draconia x Reader one shot!

extra tags: pre-established relationship, mentions of reader being not as strong as Malleus, rushed a bit too, overall fluff and adorable malleus coming your way!! (he’s a bit of a yapper in this one… not proofread, might have a grammar mistake or two) but of oc! malleus (mb..) reader is yuu, comes from Earth, i couldn’t help myself😞 gn! reader but reader does dance the female counterpart to a waltz(?) don’t know what it’s called but malleus takes the lead with a hand on your hip and another on your hand. over usage of as, i’m sorry i love the word. Enjoy!!!

Malleus was ecstatic—no, beyond ecstatic! when you agreed to visit his castle and his home in Briar Valley. He was nervous, unsure if you were going to like it or not. He wanted to teleport you there but first decided to show you around the town, so he decided on a carriage. It was going to be a long drive, you thought to yourself.

“This was one of my favorite places to visit when I was younger; I snuck off a lot out of the palace.” You could see a slight, dumb smile plastered on his face. You listened along, enjoying the lively view. You could truly see the light in his eyes, figuratively and physically.

By the time you arrived, it was pretty dark already, but neither yours nor Malleus’s excitement faded. Therefore, you two decided to explore it, whether it was extremely dark or not. He first wanted to make sure, though; after all, you were so weak. Compared to him,.

“Are you sure you don’t need a nap? We can do it tomorrow.” Malleus suggested, worried about your health as it was the top priority, well, to him at least. You simply nodded, ecstatic to look around.

He waited for the carriage to come to a full stop, with a butler opening the carriage door as he stepped out, and then dismissed the butler. He put his hand out, smiling at you and gesturing for you to take it. You smile back at him, taking it as he waits for you to get off. With your hand in his, he uses his other to point to a few key, important parts of the structure.

“That is a three-headed gargoyle; it was added here to protect the castle gates.” He smiles, leading you deeper inside. “Where do you want to look first?” Malleus breaks the silence, staring at you as you stare at the magnificent structure. It was just like a Gothic-victorian-style cathedral back on Earth. You stare back, “Let’s explore your favorite spots first!” He smiles at your response, almost as if he were proud.

Malleus continues leading you in, showing you around, and suddenly, you find yourself in the middle of a ballroom. You had caught a glimpse of it, and it gave such a There was such an enchanting vibe that you just felt compelled to go. You hummed to yourself, a tune you didn’t know. Wait, why were you humming? And a tune you didn’t know?

It was dark, the only form of light being a large window that seemed to suck in the moonlight and enchant the middle of the room, right where you were dancing. It felt as if you were possessed, in a good way. You smiled, staring at Malleus with his hair flowing gracefully, just like his moves in the ballroom. You were glad he took the initiative. You both get more confident step by step, beat by beat, with the dance concluding with a graceful spin and you stepping back as both you and him stoop down out of respect.

“I never knew you knew such an old folk dance.” The green-eyed fae chuckles, “I didn’t.” You respond as both you and him walk as he concludes his tour. He doesn’t question it, maybe too tired to; he simply smiles. Deciding not to question the wonders of the world.

#malleus x yuu #malleus draconia #malleus x reader #malleus draconia x reader #twst malleus #twst wonderland #twisted wonderland malleus #twisted wonderland #disney twst

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angellwingss · 3 months ago

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Wasn’t going to go on a big rant but you know what since that other post is gaining traction yeah I think I will. So big long rant under the cut. Lolll

I feel like. A lot of people might tell me ‘it’s not that deep’ but to me it is that deep.

I don’t have a problem with JayVik or it’s shippers like. At all. I just think some of them are à really good demonstration of like. Every bad thing when it comes to fandom ever LMAO.

Once again I am (supposed to be) writing a whole big long essay about this already so I will try and keep this kind of short and sweet and it might be a bit lacking but wtvr.

I think a lot of JayVik fans tend to be white queer people. Someone left a tag on my OG post that said basically ‘my take is I’m a faggot and I don’t have to care about a character if I don’t want to’ and no hate to that person cuz you’re right, but this is exactly the kind of stuff that made me make that first post.

I feel like a lot of white queer people have an issue with seeing outside their own identity? If that makes sense? This is seen time and time again with the way some of them behave when big movements happen online, some have a tendency to centre themselves and whatnot so i think it’s kind of the same thing.

It makes total sense that a queer person would prefer queer ships and would prefer JayVik over MelJay, that is not a crime. But I do think part of that is because they can’t relate/identify with Mel or see themselves in her like they can with Jayce or Viktor.

I hate to also make it about feminism but i think a lot of you guys are super like. Male centred, like just in your attraction which once again, not the issue not a crime. But i think it’s also why CaitVi, which is a canon queer ship, although popular is still not quite as popular as JayVik despite being canon. Women fetishizing gay men in fandom is not something new, which I think might play a small part in it- I’ve seen a lot of people especially back in s1 infantilizing Viktor and acting like he had no agency or independence and that he NEEDS Jayce to take care of him (that’s another thing. Ableism(looks at you with my eyes)) and they also do the same thing with Jayce where they act like he had 0 agency with any decisions he makes and that he’s like a big dumb baby who doesn’t know anything politics. Hey, guys. That’s a grown man.

My main issue isn’t that people prefer JayVik over MelJay it’s just that some shippers demonize Mel to an insane degree, blame her for getting in the way of their ship (this is also happening right now with Maddie- there’s a leak going around saying that she gets with Caitlyn and people are so upset that this character is getting some INSANE hate and I feel like that’s the same thing going on.)

they blame her for ‘stealing’ Jayce etc etc like. Idk. You don’t have to ship MelJay but I wish more people would appreciate Mel just as a character- imo she is super interesting and has a great story but she’s only ever seen and ‘the other woman’. I’ve seen people say she isn’t like, well characterized and that her story entirely revolves around Jayce which. Yeah she’s definitely heavily involved with him in s1 but she’s clearly got a lot more going on than just that and you would know that if you GAF 🗣️🗣️

for just being. Who she is. I think Mel deserves more attention just in the fandom and it’s just frustrating. People making memes about Jayce going insane over Viktor leaving but like. Mel also just got fucking kidnapped guys. His lover has just vanished without a trace why is nobody also talking about that !!!! Why can’t he care about both these people at the same time !!!!!!!

Anyway I’m not nearly well equipped enough to talk more in-depth about like. Any of this but I do think the demonization of Mel and refusal to see her relationship with Jayce as it is can often times be boiled down to racism like straight up. And also things like the fetishization of gay men in fandom and just things like that are sometimes what can lead to female characters- even the well written ones to be shelved and pushed aside in favour of their male counterparts.

Obligatory ‘not all JayVik fans’ obviously a lot of you are awesome, shouldn’t have to say this. If I’m not aiming for you, you shouldn’t be getting shot.

#hope this doesn’t ruffle up too many feathers eek #I was scared to make the first post I was worried JayVik fans would come at me #also idgaf about whatever was going on in league that lore has been retconned again and again and again #and as far as I’m aware Viktor and Jayce didn’t even like eachother that much #league and arcane are very much separate identities #I’m p sure theyr changing the league lore to match wtvr is going on in arcane #if you prefer JayVik because it’s always been a thing that’s fine but that doesn’t excuse the mistreatment of a black female character #Y’know?#idk #nobody kill me for this #arcane #arcane spoilers #MelJay #Mel Medarda #jayce talis #I won balls

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essycogany · 1 year ago

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Amy’s Eye Color

Since I couldn’t get this off my mind I’ve decided to dive deep into the abyss of character design. I’ll mostly add on to what I said in my tags in the, “What Eye Color Looks Good On Amy Rose,” voting post and elaborate.

Short History

Amy’s eye color from the start of her redesign in Sonic Adventure has always been the same as Sonic’s. A warm green that use to be apart of Amy’s classic dress. Which is a nice detail in my opinion. The pink hedgehog’s eyes has been somewhat consistent with Sonic’s from official art, 3D models, to the comics.

It almost always been that way aside from Sonic X. Where her eyes are on the cooler side then Sonic’s. Jade or Emerald to be specific. Her eyes are closer to the color of jewelry. While Sonic has a warmer grassier colored green. I like jade or emerald on Amy’s eyes as well, but I want to keep the topic consistent and less complicated then it already is.

Anyways, I think the minor inconsistencies was done for artistic vision or whenever the lighting would change in the comics. To be honest I’ve noticed color inconsistencies all the time when it comes to Sonic characters. Which isn’t a bad thing. It just shows how much variety you can have when it comes to these characters.

My Thoughts On Amy’s Eye Color

I don’t mind Amy’s eyes being the same as Sonic’s. It doesn’t look bad on her and is one of the reasons her design is as iconic as it is. Especially since it’s been a part of her for so long.

But let’s get into why I personally prefer teal.

I’m no color theory expert, but I’ll do my best. Also, not every Sonic character or cartoon character period, follows these rules. Just a good majority of them do.

Sonic: Blue is a primary color and green is a secondary color. Because green complements blue Sonic’s eyes stands out. Not to mention they symbolize his energy and love for nature.

Blaze: Purple is a secondary color and gold is a primary color. Her purple fur works amazingly with her harsh gold eyes. Symbolizing her fire powers. Also I’ve noticed a few artist add a bit of a reddish orange to her and Silvers eyes and I think they look lovely.

Amy: She’s a bit complicated. Since her red dress takes up most of her design I’ll use it as Amy’s primary color. I believe teal would be a better secondary color for Amy because it stands out a bit better and is less harsh then green. It gives Amy a softer look too.

Teal and pink is also a wonderful combination in general because they balance each other out. With pink’s warmth and energy going with the teal’s calm and coolness. Giving off a more enchanted and mystical feeling to Amy’s eyes. It perfectly compliments her personality too because she’s an energetic character with a soft and sweet nature.

Here are some characters with similar color tones:

They’re not all similar characteristically, but what most of them have in common is they’re kind natured and they’ll protect the people they care about. Just like a certain pink hedgehog.

See how the eyes are the first thing you notice?

These are around what I have in mind( jade/emerald are cooler greens so they work too):

The main reason I prefer Amy’s eyes to be teal is due to a lot of amazing fan-artist. I won’t give out names, (because there’s a bunch of them) but they are so brilliant and I appreciate what they bring to the Sonic feast of wonderful art.

I’ve seen it so much to the point when I think “Amy Rose,” I see her with teal eyes. I know it’s silly, but that’s genuinely what I feel works for her. Besides I enjoy talking about weird topics like these. It keeps the mind turning, you know.

I appreciate the official artist and 3D models as well. Even if Amy’s eyes are barely ever teal, she still looks wonderful without them because of those talented people.

Conclusion

Will Amy’s eyes ever be teal? Probably not. Does any of this matter? No.

Teal eyes or not Amy Rose is a wonderful Sonic character. I hope you had fun with me on exploring this wild world of colors and character design.

Stay Creative! 💜

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screamingatanemptyroom · 11 months ago

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Screaming at an Empty Room -

Reintroduction/Update

Hello everyone! Probably too late to do an intro, given that I've been writing on this blog since 2017, but since I've returned after a few years away from writing, I wanted the opportunity to talk about my blog and projects completed and my upcoming plans!

I go by Avaleon everywhere else on the internet, but respond to pretty much anything, including Screaming, hey you, etc! Started this blog in my mid 20s, and aged normally into the early 30s from there. I love writing, have always loved it, but between work and life, it's definitely something that I mostly do late at night and on weekends. I love hearing from people, but I usually answer asks in bunches, and typically right before I post writing. Love hearing about other people's projects as well!

I write short stories, novellas, and occasional full length novels. I am not published, but actively working on self-publishing some of my full length works. Everything I write is posted online, I enjoy sharing my work. The main reason to self publish for me is to have physical copies for myself or anyone who might want one!

My short stories can be found under the #writing tag on my blog. As for the long completed stories, I'll post them below the cut!

Love you Tumblr, happy to be back!

A. Full Length Novels (100,000+ words)

Please Fix the Story!

Description:

I don’t know who I am. I don’t know why I’m trapped in this never ending cycle of rebirth. All I know is that I wake up inside the worlds of unfinished stories, with a mission to accomplish the author’s wishes and stabilize the worlds now headed for destruction. I do my best, hoping, praying that maybe if I complete enough missions, I’ll be able to remember my past and return to my home.

It’s just fixing stories, it should be simple enough.

So can someone explain who this random villain is who keeps following me to each world?

Masterpost linked here

2. I Can’t Eat Love

Description:

Lenora did not have a wonderful life. After her engagement to Prince Ronan is broken, she loses everything… her reputation, her home and her family. Starving on the streets, she dies angry and bitter at how her life unfolded… only to wake up in her old bed, fifteen again, five years before her death.

Now she must struggle to change her fate, and the fate of the around her. This time she won’t trust in something as flimsy or changeable as love. No, this time she’ll have the power and the money she needs to protect herself.

Lenora has already lost everything once. She’s not going to lose again.

No matter the cost.

Masterpost Linked Here

B. Novellas

I Refuse to be a Named Character

Description:

I woke up inside the world of one of the best selling fantasy book series “Deadly Crown.” Intrigue, handsome heroes, adventure… sounds great, right? Just one problem: all the named characters except the main hero and villain die, are replaced and their replacements die. Being important in this story is a death sentence, so I plan to move to the middle of nowhere, and avoid the plot!

It should be a fool proof plan, so why do the main characters keep dragging me into the story?

Masterpost Linked Here

2. Living in a Rewrite of my Own Book World

Description:

This is the story about an author who gets hit by a car right before she can finish her bestselling book series. Trapped in the role of a terrible side character antagonist, she must find a way to change the story’s ending. Not just for her own survival, but for the characters that seem just a little too real to be fiction. (30K words)

Masterpost Linked Here

3.Baby’s First Revenge!

Description:

When Charlotte is betrayed and killed by the friend she sacrificed everything for, she thought it was the end. Instead, she found herself reborn as a baby, with her killer still enjoying the fame of stealing her work. Now, she's coming after him, and plans to make him pay... But first, nap time.

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7

4. The Supervillain’s Daughter

The story of Erica, a girl who finds out that her brother is the kidnapped child of superheroes, and that her parents are villains. Years later she is the best agent in the Villain Suppression Unit, and hates everything to do with superheroes. So of course she isn’t pleased when she is paired with the strongest man alive, especially because she knows him. But with even darker parts of her past surfacing again, she will have no choice but to join forces and save the world.

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

Other smaller works and the incomplete ones can be found on this page

Thanks everyone!

#Writeblr #writeblr intro #writers on tumblr #reintroduction after all this time #Fantasy #sci fi #short stories #thank you everyone who has stuck with me #and welcome to anyone just finding me

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twelvegods · 2 years ago

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brutal. kageyama tobio

the sour collective; ❝where's my fucking teenage dream?❞

pairing/s; kageyama tobio x fem!reader

warning/s; none

word count; 815

summary; confess, they said. date the king, they said. he’d treat you better, they said. but no one told you it was going to be this brutal.

a/n; this one’s pretty short since i’m coming back from a very long hiatus and am v v rusty and didn’t really know where i should take this so i stuck as close to the premise as i could and found myself here. let me know ur thoughts!!

“listen to this shit someone tagged me in; ‘isn’t it practically confirmed that [y/l/n] actually got to play for the red rabbits by slutting it up with kageyama?’” amanai kanoka read out loud some tweet on her phone.

the hikari pharmaceutical red rabbits were all gathered in the locker room at five in the morning to prepare for this morning’s training session and you’d just clocked in after a tiny squabble with your boyfriend over breakfast. amanai looked up at your scowling expression as you changed out of your attire and into the team uniform.

“can’t believe you’re still getting hate, hasn’t it been a few months already?” she took a few sips from her water bottle.

“if i knew this would happen, i wouldn’t have talked tobio into going public.” you sighed, clicking your locker closed.

hirugami shoko glanced over amanai’s shoulder to peer at the screen of her phone, frowning. “they clearly don’t know what they’re talking about, [y/n]. don’t listen to them.”

that was easier said than done.

you wanted to say you expected this, that you knew what you were signing up for when you and kageyama mutually agreed to go public after dating for some odd three years. prior to that, you pined after one another in high school, but ultimately thought it best to avoid a steady relationship, keeping in mind that you both wanted to put your careers first.

but you hadn’t anticipated the onslaught of hate and complete carnage when that stupid post took to the internet, not knowing your little instagram story had the biggest snowball effect.

it suddenly felt like you were placed under a microscope and that the public assumed the right to pick you, and your relationship, apart. at first, you couldn’t give two shits about what they were saying online, that it only mattered that you and kageyama were happy and not at the expense of anyone else's happiness. but as the months went by, all those comments were starting to get to you and doubts began to arise.

it didn’t help that kageyama didn’t seem to care, he had never even bothered to bring it up after that first month of announcing your relationship. you have never felt smaller in your life, thinking that he found your relationship insignificant.

“you have to say something!” you pushed, your arms tight around your torso. “you wanted to go public and they’re degrading me, tobio!”

he rubbed the bridge of his nose, putting down his chopsticks as he calmly assessed the dinner you pushed away. “it’ll die down in a few days, you know they always find something else to talk about eventually. don’t take it to heart, [y/n].”

“and you’re not even going to bother defending me?” you scoffed, pushing back your chair as you didn’t have it in you to finish the rest of your meal.

“why should i defend you towards people that don’t matter?” his cold blue eyes flicked up to meet yours as you retreated from the dining area.

you had to avert your eyes. “god, why don’t you get it, tobio?”

“stop being so sensitive, [y/n].”

and just like that, he picked up his chopsticks and resumed his dinner, the conversation over.

these days you couldn’t help but think that your love for one another was dwindling, because even the one you thought would be by your side was also picking apart each and everything you did with a touch of hostility. and so that night as you lay in bed with your back turned towards your lover, you gave in to temptation and opened twitter, beginning to scroll through your feed and mentions.

‘kageyama deserves better than some fame whore’

‘pretty sure [y/l/n]’s only after his money’

‘he doesn’t even look happy when they’re together? #freekageyama’

‘this is just another pr stunt! they’ll break up sooner or later after [y/l/n] leeches enough of his money’

apparently, not only was there a hashtag trending due to the public being completely against your relationship, but not even a single tweet was in your favor. before you knew it, tears had welled up in your eyes as insecurity gripped your heart.

you turned to face the love of your life, tracing whatever of his features you could see in the dim lighting of your shared bedroom.

“hey, tobio?” you whispered, not sure if you were really expecting, or wanted, a response. “do you hate me?”

the silence seemed to stretch on forever.

his eyes remained closed shut, an ethereal look on his face as he went on sleeping, not knowing you were falling apart right next to him. you choked on your tears, turning towards the ceiling and willing yourself to rest, allowing your breathing to calm down and labor out, before finally feeling yourself begin to drift away.

but not before kageyama muttered something under his breath that you had no energy to decipher. “...you.”

what am i even doing here? you thought, just before a dreamless sleep held you in a comforting grip.

tags; @hanayanetwork @planetonet @anime-central-archived @hqintheclub @tahonet

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helpimhyperfixating · 2 years ago

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Family is who you choose

This is not a Jotaro x reader for once. It’s Jotaro being a good dad. You’re Jolyne’s best friend and come to her house for comfort. (I dunno how to tag it differently tho, sorry :()

This is unfinished, but I didn’t really plan on finishing it and it has enough meat so I might as well post it :3

Word Count: 1783

Knocking on the door, you had a hard time suppressing your emotions, simply keeping your quivering lips pressed together tightly as the details of the wood faded into blurs.

The lights inside the house were on so you knew someone was home as you waited, pulling your own jacket sleeves down until it felt like they would split at the seams.

“….o-“

“Yeah, yeah!”

Jolyne’s voice was heard from inside as she yelled to whoever was talking to her, all the while she approached the door on the other side. Hearing that, your heart thudded as you tried to compose yourself, sniffling as you tried to prepare for what you were going to say.

Before you knew it, the door was pulled open and before you stood your best- and childhood friend, Jolyne.

“Y/N! What are you doing here, you- Are you okay?” Her confusion instantly turned to concern as she took notice of your appearance.

Looking up at her, her genuine and worried expression caused your brittle wall to crumble as your face screwed up, a choked sob leaving you as you frantically shook your head no.

“Come in, come inside.” Instantly wrapping her arm around your shoulders, with her left she held your hands as she led you inside. “Dad!” Shouting out for the older man, you looked up to see him sitting at the dining table across the room, plates of half-finished food set up on it while he got up from the table, a frown on his face.

It was clear you had caught the Kujo family during one of their late-night dinners.

Having long since been a familiar face to the man in purple, seeing the state you were in he instantly went into concern mode, similarly to his daughter.

“Y/N? What’s going on?”

“I-“ You started, trying hard not to make any actual noise while the tears kept blurring your vision, both the ravens around you taking notice.

“Dad, can you-?” Jolyne didn’t even have to finish her sentence as Jotaro already nodded, humming a short hum as he walked out of the room and into the kitchen while Jolyne led you over to the table and sat you at the head.

“I’m sorry.” You whimpered, rubbing at your eyes as you tried to calm yourself.

“No, it’s okay. Tell me what happened.” Her voice was soft as she once more grabbed your hands, giving them a reassuring squeeze that made a pitiful sob-chuckle leave you.

“It’s him, what else?” Your throat felt thick and your voice nasal as you spoke, pulling one hand out of your friend’s hold to instead burrow into your jacket pocket.

“I swear to god I’m going to smash his face into concrete - no offence.” Jolyne brazenly huffed before looking down at you, not wanting to upset you further.

“None taken.” You chuckled wetly again, sniffling after as you pulled out your phone, clicking it on and typing in your password. “You remember how he never showed up for my graduation? No explanation, nothing?”

“I do.” Jolyne nodded a little tentatively and you turned your phone around, handing it to her with the messenger app open.

“I decided ‘Why not stick up for myself for once?‘” You mumbled, watching as the girl took your phone, her eyes starting to skim the texts.

“What the fuck?” Jolyne’s voice was an angry whisper, her brows furrowing. “He’s blaming you?!”

“What’s going on?”

Walking out of the kitchen, carrying three mugs, Jotaro came over, placing them down in front of their designated spots one by one and sliding away the plates of food while he looked between the two of you.

“Her father is blaming her!”

Furrowing his brows in confusion, the man slowly sat down, looking at the phone his daughter was waving around before looking at you, a silent ask for permission. You nodded and motioned for him to go ahead while you slid the cup he just put down closer to yourself, seeing the large mug filled to the brim with hot cocoa.

“I’m sorry for interrupting your dinner.” You mumbled, looking at the half-eaten plates of curry.

“Don’t worry, you couldn’t know dad was being an ass and working late again.” Jolyne smiled, bumping her shoulder into yours, which earned her a half-hearted glare from Jotaro.

“I was in my study. You could just as easily have notified me or made dinner yourself.”

“Nuh-uh, it’s your day to cook. I ain’t touching that kitchen on a Thursday.” Jolyne huffed, pulling up her nose to which Jotaro deadpanned.

“Jolyne, you barely cook the others days.”

Sputtering a bit, the girl pulled your chair closer to her, as if in an attempt to get you on her side, both physically as well as in the mock fight. “I cook at least once a week!”

“And I six times, where is your point.” Jotaro hummed, finishing reading the texts as he then put your phone down on the table, upside down.

“Y/N loves it when I cook.” Jolyne huffed, engulfing you in her arms and hugging your head into her chest, giving you no choice but to let her, a fond smile spreading on your face.

You knew they were probably bantering like this on purpose to get your mind off of things, but you also didn’t care. It was working.

With how often you came to the Kujo residence, this had become like a second home to you, and seeing how the father-and-daughter-duo squabbled always worked to make you smile.

“Y/N, have you eaten yet?”

The deep baritone breaking through your thoughts, you looked up from Jolyne’s chokehold to see Jotaro’s eyes on you, soft and calm.

“Well.. no but I’m not really hungry, it’s alright.”

The man nodded softly before shoving your mug a bit closer to you. “Here, take this with you. Go take a shower, kid. Decompress. You can talk to us after.”

“Hot cocoa in the shower? You have gone soft, old man.” Jolyne teased and the marine biologist sighed.

“No, they can drink it while you get some spare clothes.” Jotaro clarified, raising an eyebrow.

Narrowing her eyes, Jolyne looked at her father for a moment before getting up, taking you with her as she turned around and walked towards the stairs, looking back and sticking her tongue out at the older man one last time as if that was supposed to make her win their stand off.

Looking back as well, Jotaro’s eyes crossed with yours and you waved at him while Jolyne dragged you along, him putting his hand up as well as he shook his head with an amused huff at his daughter’s pettiness.

Stretching a bit, Jotaro cracked his neck a little before looking down. Your phone was still on the table from when he placed it there. Reaching out, he took hold of it and turned it around, touching the screen that had gone a shade darker to prevent it from shutting off as his eyes once more glid over the texts between you and your father.

For years you and him had been on thin ice, Jolyne having ranted about the stupid shit that asshole - in Jotaro’s eyes - did to you. Not to mention the few times you’d actually come to him to talk as well.

Having known you for coming close to two decades now, having watched you grow up, Jotaro held a fondness for you similar to what he felt for his own daughter. And thus, reading these texts, he felt his blood boil.

Back when you were still a child, somewhere under the age of ten - he couldn’t remember - your parents got divorced. He’d never truly liked your father yet after the divorce resulting from him cheating, the man showed his true colours. Every time he came to pick you up from Jotaro’s house, he ignored the marine biologist and his daughter other than a ‘thanks’ or ‘good evening’. It never failed to make Jotaro want to throttle him, especially seeing how reluctant you always were to go.

As the years passed, reluctance turned to fear until eventually there was a fallout and you decided to stop living with your dad altogether.

Sighing, Jotaro absentmindedly scrolled through the texts again, only to furrow his brow when he scrolled a little too far up. It was a bit of a breach of privacy but he couldn’t help it as he saw the texts that caused you to speak out against your father in the first place.

‘Hey, dad. Did you stop paying my monthly allowance?’

‘Yes, I did.’

‘Why?’

‘Because you graduated and are over 18.’

‘But you can’t do that… You and mom settled on it in the divorce contract. Until I’ve graduated college you can’t just stop.’

‘I don’t want to talk about this over text.’

Gritting his teeth, Jotaro put down your phone right as Jolyne came walking back in.

“What’s up, dad?” She asked, her brows furrowing.

Waving his hand a bit, Jotaro grunted in dismissal. “I’ll discuss it once Y/N is back down.”

Nodding softly, Jolyne then slid the mug in front of her closer, looking inside before softly chuckling. “Hot cocoa while we eat curry, really?”

“Oh shut it.” Jotaro huffed as he looked to the side, a blush appearing on his face. “It is Y/N’s comfort drink.”

Smiling softly, Jolyne then reached out, grabbing onto the man’s arm. “I know. Thank you, dad.”

Looking back, he nodded softly, placing his hand over hers and giving it a small squeeze.

It took about twenty minutes for you to calm down enough that you felt presentable and wouldn’t break down at the first mention, dressed in a mix of Jolyne’s and Jotaro’s clothes - Jolyne having forgotten to properly do her laundry, causing in a shortage of clean clothes and forcing her to borrow from her dad’s closet for you.

Walking inside the living room, you were met with the Kujo’s sitting at the table, plates of food in front of themselves while they were quietly talking, all the while a third plate sat at the head of the table, waiting for you.

“Ohh.. you really didn’t have to, I’m really not hungry.” You smiled awkwardly as you walked over, yet the both of them just looked at you while Jotaro pushed your chair out with his foot.

“Sit. You need to eat, c’mon.”

Chewing the inside of your cheek you nodded and just sat down. You had to admit, it smelled absolutely divine. Jotaro never failed to make something delicious whenever he cooked and it was always something you looked forward to whenever you stayed for a sleepover.

That’s all I had. But given the title you can guess how this was gonna end :3

#I might have put a little bit too much of my own life in this #but it’s my therapeutic writing #i needed it then #jotaro x reader #part 6 jotaro #jjba x reader #jotaro kujo x reader #jotaro kujo #jotaro x you #jolyne x reader #jolyne cujoh

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hollow-lime-green · 1 month ago

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AO3 Wrapped (hana's version)

Since I just did the fanfic writer interview post a while back, this will be short (although I love to yap so send me asks if there's anything you want to hear me yap about RE my writing this year). I'm going to keep it short - something I've never done before! New Year New Me.

Words Written: 139.8k (about 3 great gatsbies, I think)

Works Published: 5! All in the FIYM verse!

Fastest Work (per word): string theory

Slowest Work (per word): 2sorcs chapter 12, probably

Number of WIPs I'm Taking into 2025:

1 posted (2sorcs) I really really really wanted to finish 2sorcs this year, but alas, I did not. But then I'll be able to say I've been writing 2sorcs for two years!

4 in the drafts, also all for the FIYM-verse (man I should write other things)

Favorite Character to Write: Nanami!

I use him sparingly because his narration will get old if I overdo it, but it's such a delight to write him sometimes. As the straight man of 2sorcs, he gets to be an outlet for me to say "look, I know this inconcievably gay situation has jumped the shark multiple times, I know this is ridiculous."

Favorite Moment(s) I've Written:

"The Mario Bros Bully Sailor Satoru"

Kenjaku Reveal

Malevolent Kitchen as a real cooking show (based on Cutthroat Kitchen, which is my Roman Empire)

Hardest Thing I've Written:

The missions in 2sorcs, not even close. Oh my goodness that was such a bitch to write. I just wasn't happy with it for such a long time, until finally it clicked for me and I figured out what I wanted to do.

Some of my Favorite Lines and Jokes:

From string theory -

“...You’re self-conscious?” Suguru stares at him like he’s grown a second head. But Satoru feels like he isn’t even working with one functioning brain at this point, let alone two. I know I’m not the shape of someone you could love. “I…” Satoru bites his lip. He shrinks back as Suguru settles next to him on the bed. Please don’t hate me for wanting to pretend.

From 2sorcs -

“Maybe,” Suguru shrugged. “That’s for me to know and you to find out.” “Mmmm. Very panopticon of you.” Panopticon? Suguru considered himself bisexual, but he was kind of fluid with labels.

also

You see, Kenjaku was not an artist, Kenjaku was a patron of the arts. Best to let the real artist work his craft. Of course, Kenjaku had theories about the plot. Multiple theories, in fact. These ‘anime-onlies’ (so to speak) were so invested in what would happen to their precious Starks, while true manga fans (in a sense) like Kenjaku were already well into arguing (on online forums) about the identity of Azor Ahai, The Warrior of Light, The Son of Fire, wielder of Lightbringer, the Prince That Was Promised. Anyway, if the old man didn’t get his shit together, Kenjaku would have to take steps. They had connections. All it would take would be a few galas, a donation here and there, and they’d be in the writers’ room by Season 7.

From relativity (I just posted this yesterday, so check it out if you haven't) -

Because every top in gay porn is some muscle hunk with a buzz cut, twenty tribal tattoos, and enough oil on their bodies that George W. Bush would accuse them of hiding WMDs in their pants. (And he’d be right).

This list is mostly inspired by @fushiglow's wrapped post! (Also thanks for the tag @marichild - since I have only really been writing in one ship/fandom this year, that set of question/answers wouldn't have been super interesting to read for my stats, probably).

#jjk fanfic #writing #fanfic #fire in your mouth

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kumoriyami-xiuzhen · 10 months ago

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Hakuoki Drama CD - Shimabara Disturbance Track 2 English translation

Heya, I know this is late... but my eye problems continued until the symptoms got better last Tuesday, on April 2nd. Long story short, I had difficulties keeping my eyes physically open without them feeling irritated or hurting after 6pm, which really cut away my time to translate for the past two weeks as I normally translate in the evenings, which didn’t help when I was actively cutting back on my screen time while that happened. Overall, my symptoms seemed to have cleared up for the most part since I started using Hypochlorous acid as recommended by my optometrist and I have thankfully stopped needing to walk around with a damp towel everywhere for relief.

Anyway, I decided to post these as soon as I finish them to make up for the post-less March... I’m about a quarter way through track 3 (it and track 4 are over 10min), but I already have 5 and 6 done so it hopefully won’t take too long? I’m really sorry bout that!

Also, for various reasons, I've decided not to tag the characters for the rest of this drama for the time being. I'll tag them a week after I post the last track... if I remember to.

Anyway, enjoy!

Hakuoki Drama CD - Shimabara Disturbance Track 2: How to use reward money

Translation by KumoriYami

(pacing footsteps)

Saito: There's no need to worry about this myself, I'll just ask Yukimura directly. Thinking this, I came to her room...

But, how do I say this? Isn't it strange to suddenly ask “do you want a a woman’s kimono?” Or should I indirectly ask about what can be done to make her feel happy? No, but not only that there’s....

(door opens)

Saito: Ah! Yu-Yukimura! No, I wasn't doing anything. Anyway, can I have some of your time? There's something I wanted to tell you...

Saito: Nn, then, excuse me.

(door closes)

Saito: Yukimura, um, ermhm... What I'm going to say isn't important, no, not only is it a trivial matter that doesn't matter at all... Um....

(footsteps from outside)

Harada: Hey, Chizuru, you there?

(Door opens)

Harada: Fu... Sorry, looks like you already have a guest?

Saito: No, it's fine, you have something to speak about?

Harada: Ah, yeah, just now, what was her name? That girl named Sen came to visit. I'm sorry, Saito, can you bring Chizuru to see her? I have to go on patrol next.

Saito: I understand. Yukimura, let’s go.

..................

Sen: Chizuru-chan, long time no see! But it actually hasn't been that long. I wanted to see Chizuru-chan quite a bit. The Shinsengumi haven't been bullying you, right? Are you okay?

Saito:....

Sen: Everyone's been treating you well? Really? You're not saying that because of this person next to you?

Saito: I’m sorry, I can’t leave.

Sen: I know that, I just wanted to hear her honest words.

Saito: Uh, hn....

Sen: In any case, Chizuru-chan can't lie. I still remember when you came to Shimabara. Truly, you're really someone who shines the more you get polished! It was really trough after that time. There were a lot of people asking who that geisha was. Hey, would you like to come again? Kimigiku would also like to see you again, you can wear a beautiful kimono again!

Saito: A beautiful kimono...

[recalling]

(Heisuke: If I had a lot of money, I would give Chizuru a beautiful kimono. She was very happy!)

Saito: Sure enough, Yukimura, she...

Sen: Well, please think it about it! You're always welcome!... Now that I've seen Chizuru-can's smile, I should be going back soon.

Saito: Ah, uh... is that okay?

Sen: Yes, although I am a bit reluctant to, I really just came to see her today. Next time, let's go out for tea and chat! See you, Chizuru-chan!

(Sen gets up[?])

Saito: Wait, it's dangerous for a woman to go/leave alone. I'll accompany you.

Sen:, No it's okay. I grew up and Kyoto and will be taking a safe road/route back.

Saito: I have something I'd like to talk to you about. Could I please escort you?

Sen: Something to say to me? I understand. Then, let’s go.

..............

(walking on a road)

Sen: How long will it be before you are all willing to let Chizuru-chan go/When will you be releasing Chizuru-chan?

Saito: That’s abrupt.

Sen: She's confined at your headquarters from morning til night, day after day, and even though she's a young woman, she can't even dress up, She's obviously worried about her father's situation but can't go looking for him. She must be feeling very anxious.

Saito:.....

Sen: Do you understand how cruel you all are to her?

Saito; We have our own circumstances.

Sen:....

Saito: But, what you say is understandable.

Sen: Eh.

Saito: I did say that I wanted to speak to you. I just want Yukimura to be able to dress in a beautiful kimono/I want Yukimura to wear a beautiful kimono [can be interpreted either way]. Would it be possible to borrow a room at Shimabara? If she goes there, she’ll be able to act as a woman as she wishes to

Sen: Ah, Chizuru-chan will definitely be happy! Then, leave all the preparations to me! I'll bring out our most beautiful kimono! I also have to tell Kimigiku about this too!

Saito: No, you don't have to go to that extent. Just prepare a room...

Sen: Just escort me here. I have to go back and start preparing...!

Saito: Hey, wait... listen to what I have to say...

(their voices fade)

Kazama: I see. It looks like this will be very interesting...

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My personal bias says that Saito never lets go of Chizuru cuz they get married. xD

#hakuoki #hakuouki #hakuoki drama cd #hakuoki drama translation #Saito Hajime #harada sanosuke #Yukimura Chizuru #suzuka sen #Sen-hime #Kazama Chikage

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scienceoftheidiot · 7 months ago

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Tag game for fanfiction authors !

I was tagged by both @the-blue-eyed-firebender and @lassusog, thank you so much to both of you !!

The story you're proudest of:

I have two in mind, but I will be talking about the other one later, and I want to talk about a finished one. I’m incredibly proud of us, @qs63 and myself, for “My own worst friend and my own closest enemy” (does it surprise anyone that I am the one who chose the title? BTW fun fact, it comes from the same song as my username). I’m proud of us for writing a four hands fic relatively seamlessly, and managing to get to the end of it in a relatively short time. It was a blast from start to finish, and I’m also glad it seems to still get love a year after we finished publishing. Bonus, it’s still very fun to re-read for me because I only wrote 50% of it so I don’t remember everything and I get surprised every time haha. We managed to make a fic that also delves into character study for both BH and 03 Roy and Riza, and that was INCREDIBLY FUN. Best time.

Your story that's gotten the most love online:

We don’t talk about failures Murdocks Never Quit in this house so let’s talk about one I’m actually proud of (at least I did learn from my mistakes). Besides, it seems to have gotten that much insane love without me even knowing or being told it so uh. Nevermind. That just couldn't work, could it.

Of course since it’s a very long fic with multiple chapters the one which has received the most love is All the hope (not that people read more long fics but statistically more people are exposed to it thanks to the new chapters updates), which I am very proud and insanely happy about, because at first I wasn’t even planning to publish it. And now I’m gladly on the way to finish this monster of a fic and already planning the second part. Go figure XD but I am so so grateful for everyone who has given a chance to it and for those who keep on reading. Extra bonus for you who leave all these detailed comments at each chapters, all of you, you have no idea how you’ve kept me afloat all year. And kept/keep me writing. All the love for you. Thank you so much.

Tease a current WIP or idea you're working on:

I’m already thinking of what I could do once I’m done publishing All the hope, and I have some WIPs lying around. The most developed one has already been partially written, and I’m considering trying to start posting it with a long delay between chapters, to allow me to work on multiple things at once. Not sure it’s a good idea, though. This one, some of my followers might know about, has for working name “1923”, and explores the lives of the Roy and Riza of OUR universe that we don’t get to see in Conqueror of Shamballa. I couldn’t NOT have fun with sending Roy into WW1, I mean, ME. SENDING CHARACTERS INTO WW1? HOW SURPRISING. I even managed to find a historically accurate way to send Riza to war without making a nurse out of her (which. No. No nurse Riza for me, unless you count her nursing Roy back to health)(of course, who do you think I am, you know what I write). There’s of course all the other characters that pop up here and there. And yes of course this is 100% Royai lol (UPDATE : I don't know what possessed me. It's a Royai fic alright. However. There are surprises in it. If I don't mention that I know someone will come and kill me with her bare hands. Lol. Royai with a twist I guess?)

Your top 3 fandoms:

I don’t know if I can count FMA 03 and Brotherhood/manga as different fandoms lol so FMA, Daredevil (comics or show, but they ARE different characters)(I'm more of a comics Matt lover, to everyone's surprise), and Ripper Street (everyone watch Ripper Street please and you will thank me after wanting to kill me).

Your top 3 ships:

Royai, Havoroyai (didn’t specify I can’t have OT3), Havoroy yes there is a pattern here.

Wait was I supposed to talk about different fandoms? Then Matt/Karen and Edmund/his hat (and anyone who would be willing to give some love to this disaster of a man).

Rec someone else's fic:

Your Warmth Against My Scars by @lassusog. Just. It’s just so good. Perfect angst, perfect characterisation, and so, so, so good on all parts I just can’t seem to find the words and it makes me insane. Read it if you haven’t already, re-read it if you have, which is what I’m planning to do.

Pick one!

Fluff or Angst (or both, they gotta earn the fluff)

Oneshots or longfics

Canon compliance or canon divergence

AO3 or FF.net

I tag @qs63, @wellbehaveddolphin, I think all the other royai people have been tagged already ? My memory is Swiss cheese so if you haven't and you see this, please do it. And I'll extend to @mabonetsamhain, @residentdormouse, @littleragondin and @riotbrrrd :)

#tag game #royai #writing

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starlightlangdon · 2 months ago

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Summer Of Fun - Xavier Plympton x Montana Duke x Reader | 18+ to read

Let me know if you would like to be tagged in future posts!

( warnings: smut!!, threesome, degradation?, edging!, blue balls, bisexual!fem!reader)

You were practically seeing stars, and not just the ones staring down at you from the sky. It’s your first night at camp redwood. Everyone is still inside the girls cabin, drinking the beer that Trevor brought and enjoying one of the few nights at camp where the campers won’t be here.

First it was Montana that snuck you out of the group.

“I’m going to go down to the bathrooms. Y/n, why don’t you come with? Us girls gotta stick together! Especially at night with night stalkers lurking around.” Montana teases that last part for Brooke’s sake, making Brooke huff.

Montana had such a charming way of speaking, as if her motives were purely innocent with wanting you to come with her. But it was anything but innocent.

“Uhm. Yeah. Okay. Probably safer to go in pairs since it’s dark.”

That’s what you convinced yourself. You were just being safe… helpful. But you knew as soon as she got you alone, you were done for.

Montana smiles as you stand up, her arm linking with yours.

“Exactly. Isn’t she great, Xav?” She pulls you a little closer to her. “So glad you’re here with us this summer.”

Xavier smirks, a knowing look in his eye. “Yeah. We could use all the help we could get here.” He chuckles, a few of the others joining in. No one was really here for the campers, they were either escaping something or just looking for a good time.

Xavier was the one who invited you to join them this summer. You didn’t really know anyone else besides Xavier and Montana, and you aren’t a huge fan of kids, but something told you to come. Something practically begged you to come.

You have to bite the inside of your lip to stop the blush that’s threatening to make an appearance on your face. “Yeah. It’ll be fun…”

You had no idea just how fun it would be though.

You never made it to the bathrooms. Montana took you on a little detour, using the excuse that she wanted to show them to you since you were a little late on the tour and didn’t get to see them when everyone else did.

You believed the excuse. Or maybe you just convinced yourself that it was innocent enough while deep down knowing it wasn’t true. You didn’t care. Montana had a hold on you that you weren’t sure you wanted to escape from.

So did Xavier.

Xavier conveniently showed up at the showers, saying he was looking for what was taking you two so long. Innocent enough, right? Nice of him.

Those excuses quickly came crumbling down as you got into one of the shower stalls. You’re sandwiched between Xavier and Montana. You’re all half naked, none of you having wasted any time to strip down. Xavier’s shorts have been forgotten, tossed on the shower floor beside you. Montana’s top and bra are beside Xavier’s shorts, along with your own shorts and panties.

Xavier is behind you, his left hand digging into your hip slightly to keep you bent over in the perfect position for them. He is deep inside you, rocking back and forth slowly. For now at least. While his other hand is wrapped loosely around your throat.

Montana is standing in front of you, her eyes burning with an intoxicating mixture of excitement and desire. Her fingers are working away at your clit, making you buck and whine even more than you already are for Xavier. Her touch is gentle but with the added stimulation of Xavier inside you, it feels so overwhelming.

Your lips are on Montana’s breasts, sucking hungrily on her nipples. Your whines are a little muffled with your lips wrapped around her but they’re making sure that you’re loud enough for their liking.

“Mm..” “Xavier moans. As lust floods his senses, his tone is clearly strained as he fights the urge to be rougher with you. “What a naughty girl… letting anyone walk by and see you like this.” The reminder of the non existent privacy the outdoor showers offer makes your cheeks grow an even brighter shade red. “You want everyone to see, don’t you? You want everyone to see how desperate you are…”

Montana chuckles, her tone low and seductive as she speaks close to your ear. “No shame… no dignity. Just a pretty girl making use of that pretty mouth…” She hums, pleased. She starts working your clit a little more, making you whine even more. “I did always love seeing you smile… imagining what else your lips could do if they only had the chance..”

You’re getting closer and closer to an orgasm. They can tell by how your legs start shaking beneath you.

Xavier’s lips start to attack your neck, leaving sloppy kisses and love bites that you were going to have to hide tomorrow. “What a good girl.” He practically growls the praise against your skin. “Who’s our good girl?”

You pull away from Montana’s chest just enough to say, “M-me” , before Montana is pushing you back where you belong. Xavier’s fingers press a little more into your throat, not enough to hurt but just enough to constantly remind you that he’s there.

Xavier can feel you clench around him as he squeezes your neck. His smirk grows, sounding a little cocky now. “Oh? That feel good, y/n..? Pretty baby clenching around me.. “ He practically purrs. He squeezes your throat a little more. “you desperate for me?”

You pull away from Montana’s chest again to whine at them. “Yes… both of you. I- both of you.”

They are more than satisfied with that response. “Good girl” They say in unison. Xavier’s tone is more lustful, while Montana almost sounds a little proud of you.

“Hm”, Montana hums, a little smile on her face. She almost looks like she’s about to reward you. Her free hand reaches up and tilts your chin to look at her. She takes a moment to admire the sight of your exhausted, needy gaze. Then… her fingers leave your clit, making you whimper from the loss of contact. “Turn around”

Xavier pulls out of you, making your eyes widen. You were so close to the edge… just a little more. But you listen to Montana in hopes that their touch will continue. Xavier lowers his hand from your neck and you turn around to see him smirking at you, eyeing you up and down. Proudly observing the mess they’ve made out of you.

Without warning, Xavier turns on the shower, making you gasp loudly as the shower head rains cold water down on all of you.

“Let us clean you up…. make you look a little more presentable so we can get back to the party in the girls cabin.”

You glare a little now, your thighs clenching together slightly as you try to cope with the ache in between your legs. The ache for more of them.

“What..? I-.. we’re done?”

Montana chuckles. “No sweetie..” She says as if what you said was cute. “We have all summer to do things to you”

Xavier grins and gives a little smack to your ass. Thankfully this time you can blame the blush on your face for the shower starting to warm up.

“Come on…”

The rest of the night is spent with you longing for more.

That is, until Xavier sneaks into the girls cabin that night.

They weren’t done with you.

Not by a long shot.

#Xavier plympton x Reader #Montana Duke x Reader #ahs 1984 #xavier plympton fic #Montana Duke fic #Montana Duke #Xavier Plympton #Xavier plymoton fan fiction #Montana Duke Fan fiction #xantana

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wyrmst · 1 year ago

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Out in the Cold (Part One)

M Orc x M Troll (Hulder) Reader

STORY TAG || NEXT

Wordcount: 3087

Content Warnings: Hypothermia (Sort of)

I started writing this story last winter, and I’m so excited to finally start posting it here! These two have become one of my favorite pairs I’ve written ever, so hopefully they grow on some of you, as well.

You've been running for hours, now.

The cold winter air stings your lungs with each heavy breath you take. Your feet ache in your boots as you run.

It's begun to snow.

The sight fills you with a pleasant feeling despite your current situation, and you subconsciously slow your pace to appreciate the fat clumps of snow falling around you.

Just a few flurries at the moment. But there's a heavy snowstorm coming, and you have somewhere to be before it gets here.

So, despite your fatigued body crying out for a break, you keep running. You don't have the luxury for rest at the moment - keeping whatever scrap of headstart you have is too important. You've got to put as much distance between you and them as possible, while you still have the stores of energy.

It’s been so long since you had to do any real running that you’re not used to the physical demand anymore. You’ve gotten soft from your new, relatively cushy life- like the bushy bit on the end of your tail.

You push on through your physical discomfort, darting through the underbrush as quickly as you can manage.

Are they trailing you yet? Orcs are naturally predisposed to be excellent at tracking prey, so once the hunting party catches on to your trail, your task of eluding them is going to be made that much harder. It’ll be a question of when you get caught at that point, rather than if.

Given the amount of creeping sunlight breaking over the tree-laden horizon, early risers should be waking up for the day already. One very specific early riser is sure to notice your absence… Someone who would be giving you a lecture about pacing yourself if he was present.

You sigh, the gust of breath forming a warm cloud of steam in front of you.

Pushing yourself too hard never ends up well. Maybe it's time you start taking that lesson to heart instead of being so stubborn. You always end up making a mess of things when you're exhausted. Or when you're not...

…You have enough time for a break, you decide. A short one. Just long enough to drink from your canteen and wolf down some of the jerky and dried fruit you had remembered to pack.

You sit on an appropriately flat and dry rock, absentmindedly checking your compass when your mind wanders to the last time you had to travel such a distance, nearly a year ago. It was snowing then, too…

LAST WINTER

Utterly lost, you collapse from exhaustion in the middle of the quiet, desolate, snow-covered forest.

Somehow you made it through the snowstorm itself, but now trudging through the several inches of it covering the ground has consumed the last of your energy.

Your head feels funny.

How long have you been laying like this? Time starts to bleed.

The cold seeps into your bones, and a gentle layer of powder accumulates over you.

"Huh. Weird shaped rock." Someone mumbles in one of your moments of clarity, in what could either be moments or days later, for all you know.

You feel the tip of a heavy boot impact with your side. It's more of a nudging tap than a true strike, but they might as well have stomped you with how much everything hurts at the moment. You recoil with some of your last remaining strength.

"Oh shit! Not a rock!! It m-moved!!" The voice all but shrieks. "Lurog! C'mere!"

"What are you carrying on about?" An unamused voice accompanies the crunch of a second pair of boots in the snow.

You feel a wooden rod, likely the blunt end of a spear, prod between your shoulder blades.

"Dead."

"S'not dead! I just saw it move!"

"Dead." She repeats the prodding for effect.

"Stop! You're gonna hurt it!"

The two voices discuss how to handle the corpse/rock in front of them, until you hear the crunch of a third set of heavy footfalls approach.

"What is the problem here?" The third deep voice chimes in, and the other two voices immediately go silent in deference. "Your squabbling is scaring away the game."

"Boss! I think this rock is alive!"

There is a short beat of silence, followed by the female voice failing to hold in snorting laughter.

"I mean- Urgh-"

"Enough. I understand."

You feel a presence hover over you, and a firm, gloved hand takes you by the elbow. The world spins as you're rolled onto your back, all of your limbs on deadweight and your hazy eyes struggling to focus.

Warm, calloused fingertips touch the side of your cold neck. You want to flinch away, but you don't have it in you.

He holds them there for a few moments - checking for your pulse, you realize.

"They dead?"

"Not yet."

You wouldn't truly die from the cold, anyway. Thanks to your troll biology, it's impossible for you to freeze to death. But you would be in stasis until someone found you and warmed you up, a rude awakening when you realize how much time would have passed- a diversion you can't really afford at the moment.

A hand brushes your bangs from your face, but your vision is nothing but ethereal shapes.

There are two fuzzy figures to either side in different shades of green - one a mossy tone and the other more of a pine - and a slightly larger blue one against the sea of blurred white and coniferous grey-green.

“I-It looks weird. I’ve never seen one like it before.”

“‘It’ can probably hear you, you idiot.”

Even without being able to see them clearly, though, the coloration and the names would suggest that these are orcs. Part of the group you’re looking for, ironically? You struggle to focus your eyes, blinking repeatedly in an attempt to clear the ice from your lashes.

"Huh, Urguk was right. Miracles do happen." She laughs.

“Heeey…”

"You gonna put 'em out of their misery, Boss?"

Damn.

You barely manage to have a more coherent thought than that, fear settling in that these brutes are going to kill you before you even get a chance to attempt the job you came here to do, but your limp, freezing body is unable to act, even to preserve your own life.

"...No.” He says after a moment of deliberation, assuaging your fear slightly. “Troll. Nothing that Shaman can’t fix if we warm them up soon."

He grunts and the looming presence and warmth of his hand is gone, the shape becoming distant as he assumingly stands back upright.

"Urguk. Run back ahead of us and tell Shaman to get prepared." He orders in an even, authoritative tone.

After an affirmative noise, footfalls crunch away at a sprint, without so much as a question.

"Lurog, you help me wrap them up to carry."

“Sure thing.” Despite their tired affect from before, again the hazy figure agrees with no argument. Willing, even.

There’s some shuffling and rustling of fabric, and soon you’re lifted from the snow covered ground like a soggy ragdoll. Your damp, snow laden cloak is removed and replaced with a dry, heavy fur-lined one that’s big enough to bundle you up completely from head to toe.

They support your weight under your knees, leaning your body against their shoulder. A small, feeble noise of relief escapes you as you slump against the warm, firm wall of muscle holding you up.

Once they’re sure you’re secure, whoever is carrying you begins to move. Their stride is steady, strong and almost hypnotic.

At some point in the journey, you must’ve fallen asleep to the rocking of their gait, because no time seems to pass before you wake up again in a warm bed, with the sight of wooden ceiling beams above you.

Before you can ponder the nature of your situation for very long, your finely tuned senses alert you to the presence of someone else nearby- the small sounds of rustling and a vaguely herbal scent filling the air.

You jolt upright, ready to react if the situation calls for it, then immediately regret it when the resulting wave of nausea hits you.

You slouch back down in defeat. But luckily, your keen eyesight has returned. You pupils constrict to take an appraisal of the other person occupying the dim, warmly lit room.

They’re a greying, slightly weathered orc of indeterminate gender. They seem to have a wiry build under the multiple layers of robe, fur and feathers. They also wear quite a bit of ornamental jewelry- all made out of natural materials, like glass beads and carved bones. The most noticeable are the two large, perfectly circular hoops braided into sections of their hair on either side, hanging at about chest level.

“Easy. You’re still recovering.” The orc says in a comforting tone, approaching with a small, wide cup made of lacquered wood. “But don’t worry. You’re in good hands. Hah!”

“Ah, and who might those hands belong to?” You say, as charmingly polite as you can muster through the dizziness.

“I’m Shaman of this tribe.” They say with a nod and a warm smile, light glinting off the metallic cap on one of their tusks. Then they hand you the cup, which you find to be filled with some sort of pungent green sludge. The wood is warm to the touch, and feels good on your hands. “Go ahead and sip that. It’ll help with the nausea.”

“Pleasure to meet you, er- I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name-?”

“That’s by design. Once you’re in my position, you’re simply ‘Shaman’. Not only a title, but a byname.”

“Fascinating!” You attempt to make a good show of sipping at the sludge in the cup, only to be interrupted by a coughing fit. “Ah- excuse me- So- Would that make you the decision maker around these parts?”

“You could say that, but in truth it’s a joint effort. So any decision of a certain weight would have to be considered by both me and my fellow leader.”

“That would be me.” A gruff, hazily familiar voice says from the doorway, which he literally needs to duck his head under to clear.

“So he is.” Shaman smiles.

“Um… Hi.” You grin sheepishly and introduce yourself.

“Torg. I am Chieftain here.”

He is a huge slab of a man. He has a broad chest and set of shoulders, with a good set of arms, and is clearly of towering height. The only thing on him that's small in proportion are the tusks jutting from his lower lip, and even those are only small in proportion.

Otherwise, his styling is plain and practical, from his choice in clothing to the length and keep of his beard. His hair is long, thick and dark, mostly pulled up into a pragmatic half-bun atop his head. Honestly, you wouldn’t even have paid any attention to his hair at all if not for your eye catching the glint of light bouncing off something shiny there. Large silver rings are woven into the few braided sections of his hair - what seems to be the only real ornamental items he wears. You astutely observe that they’re similar to the ones that the Shaman wears, save for the material.

And a facial expression that could sour milk. Yep, that’s an orc alright…

A blue orc.

Orcs with skintones outside of the ubiquitous greens, tans and ochres aren’t unheard of in some climates. You’ve even seen a crimson red one in the city before... But you’ve never seen a blue one. Trolls? Yes. But not an orc.

It makes your brain itch, but you’re not sure why. Maybe it'll come back to you later.

Big fish - literally big. Gotta make a good first impression.

You turn your charm switch on like the second nature it is, honeying your voice and smirking.

“Oho, I must be lucky indeed if I’m getting a welcome visit from the Big Boss himself.”

You barely finish your sentence before breaking into a forceful coughing fit- not exactly the smooth first impression you’re trying to make.

“You’re lucky you still have all your fingers and toes after your idea of an entrance.” Torg snorts indignantly, shaking his head. "If you weren't a Troll, they'd have fallen off. Assuming you hadn’t died first."

“Yeah… Not my most shining moment, admittedly.” You let out a sigh, finally catching your breath and your posture slumping a bit.

It takes a moment for the memory to slide into place, your mind swimming in blurred shapes of color and warmth returning to your body. But you’re sure this is one of the orcs that brought you in from the cold. You don’t think there’d be another massive blue orc running around, even this far north…

“You were one of the group that brought me here, then?”

Torg nods, but his grim, hardened facade doesn't so much as crack in the slightest.

“Thank you. It was quite cold out there.”

“You can thank the other two knuckleheads when you’re feeling better. They’re the ones that found you.”

“Well then, I’ll be sure to. Maybe I'll put together a gift basket.” You smile; Even if he doesn't seem to appreciate your humor, Shaman seems to.

“As I was saying- true to Orcish ways, Torg here and myself run the settlement together. He is the civil leader, while I am the tribe’s healer and spiritual advisor. We’ll be happy to help you get back on your way to whatever your destination was, but first we do have some questions.”

“For one- What were you doing so far from town, to be succumbing to the elements right outside of our gates?” There is a dubious tone in his voice, passively letting you know that your intentions are being well scrutinized. “There’s nothing this far out besides us, unless you’re hunting. And you don’t look like a hunter.”

“Oh. That’s because I was looking for this very settlement, in fact.”

“Why?” His eyes narrow in pointed suspicion, not having expected you to give that information so freely.

“I want to live here, of course! ...If that’s okay with you.”

“I see no issue, if that’s what you’d like.” Shaman remarks pleasantly.

“Absolutely not.” Torg grunts indignantly, the disparity of the sentiments giving you whiplash.

“Ah, you object, then?” Shaman questions.

“Yes, I object. This is suspicious.” He scowls, turning his discerning gaze to you. “You mean to tell me that you were so desperate enough to leave wherever you came from to start a new life here, that you would make a long, grueling journey? In such scant equipment?”

You resist the urge to gulp down your stress. You can’t be found out just like that, can you? You have no evidence of your trade on your person that could’ve been discovered while you were passed out…

Does the look of you simply scream thief, then?

"Er… Yes?" Great job. That sounds like-

"You're aware that sounds like a load of shit, right?"

“Maybe, but I… I don’t have anywhere else to go.” You say forlornly, averting your eyes. This may be something you planned to say to garner pity and hopefully ply entrance into their stronghold, but honestly… Hearing yourself say it out loud, it’s not that far off from the truth. “And I had heard that orcs take outcasts like that in...”

“Come now, Torg. You’re being more cautious than necessary, in my opinion.” Shaman lays their palm on his shoulder, though they have to reach upwards to do so, which makes the typical image of an elder giving counsel look a bit silly. Their various baubles clink together with the movement. “It’s been so long since we’ve had new blood join us. It may be good for the settlement. An omen, perhaps.”

“And you know better than anyone in the settlement that not all omens are good.” The large man grumbles back to them in response.

“He’s only one small troll-cat. What damage could he possibly cause?” Shaman gestures to your small size with their bangled hand. “And do remember that according to the New Ways, we have a responsibility to protect those that aren’t fortunate enough to be blessed with Orcish strength.”

His jaw clenches rhythmically as he stares down at you. He's clearly in roiling inner turmoil over whether you can be trusted. After a few moments of agony pass, he sighs heavily and shrugs. His hard expression relents a bit.

“Fine. If that’s really the case… You’re free to stay. But that means doing your fair share of work, like anyone else - when you are recovered, that is.”

“Excellent.” Shaman nods in approval.

“O-Of course!" You sit up straight and give him the most charming smile you can muster. "Thank you both so much. I promise I won’t let you down!”

“Hmph. We’ll see.” He shakes off your words and hastily gets to his feet, the wooden chair creaking slightly as he does. "Just don't make any more trouble."

"I'll try." You laugh with a nod, but are unable to hide the wry grin on your face. You try to restrain it- You’re supposed to look scared and helpless and pitiable, not balking at the idea of having to face any consequences.

"One more thing." Torg lingers in the doorway before departing. "If any of my people come to harm because of you- you will answer to me. Keep that in mind."

"I wouldn't dream of it." You try to restrain the smug grin that is trying to break across your face.

After Torg departs, you let out a huge breath of air that you didn’t realize you were holding.

“Thank you.” You say again to the Shaman. “You really saved me there. I thought he was going to turn me out in the snow for a moment.”

“Oh. Don’t mind him.” Shaman laughs. “He would have never- he’s all bark and little bite. Even pleasant, when you come to know him.”

“Hah, well, I’m sure I’ll enjoy getting to know everyone here!”

“Oho, there’s time for that later. For now, you need to rest and regain your strength.”

You nod, then lay back against the pillow behind you, lacing your fingers in your lap.

You’ve managed to get in, and that’s the hardest part down- now it’s time to move onto the next phase of your plan.

You’re already begun mentally penning the letter to your guildmaster at the thieves’ guild to inform him you’ve arrived.

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#exophilia #monster lover #monster romance #monster x reader #orc x reader #orc #male reader #male monster #troll reader #mlm #mxm #male x male #oc: reyr #oc: torg #series: out in the cold #nine of words

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lolaswips · 6 months ago

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I wrote this WIP while HS2 was still releasing, this was based on a theory I still have regarding Vicky/MC. Initially I thought I might add it as a part of my long Malbonte fic, but by the time I get to this point in the story I’ll be 100 at the rate I’m going.

I tried to tie it up as a one-shot but it’s pretty obvious there was meant to be more after this concludes. Maybe I’ll post that as a continuation someday.

This is a rewrite of the scene where MC (in this case, Antigone) tries to flee when on Earth with Leeloo and Dino.

Book: Heaven’s Secret 2

Female Main Character: Antigone Walker

Pairing: F!MC x Malbonte

Word Count: 3500

Rating: M (suicide, mentions of torture and cruelty)

Warnings: suicide attempt, mentions (brief and vague) of torture and starvation.

Tag: @rc-catalog

Antigone

Antigone knew she only had one chance to get away, one chance to be free of the literal chains she carried around her neck. She quickly glanced over to Leeloo and Dino who were still arguing a few metres away. They wouldn’t immediately notice her absence. It could be enough time to escape… In any event she had to try, she may not ever get another opportunity, if she didn’t try now she may never get to again.

She ran, hiding in a nearby alley with a direct view of the sky. Antigone looked up, ready to spread her wings when she felt his energy and a sense of dread filled her core.

Malbonte. How did he know?

He landed in front of her, the pavement cracking under his feet and his gaze murderous. Dino and Leeloo, feeling Malbonte’s overwhelming energy and noticing Antigone's absence ran to the entrance of the alley, stopping short under Malbonte’s angry stare.

”Where do you think you’re going?”

Malbonte’s tone was nothing like Antigone remembered how he used to speak to her. He was furious, and his palpable anger rolled off his energy in thick, overpowering waves.

”I just have to get out of here… I have to go…” Antigone mumbled nervously, her anxious gaze darting back and forth between Malbonte and the sky. She knew he was faster and even before she’d been stripped of his energy, far more powerful than she could ever dream of being but if she could just get past him, maybe…

“Do you think you can escape? Like a bug trying to slip between the fingers of the hand about to crush it?”

Malbonte’s voice was poison on Antigone’s already crushed heart as he interrupted her thoughts. Where was the man she loved for the last ten years? Where were the traces of Bont she knew so well in him? This was the first time since she met him that Antigone saw Malbonte the same way everyone else did, heartless, cold… a monster.

”I’m trying to do something! Am I supposed to just kneel like the rest of you pathetic cowards?!" Antigone‘s voice was shrill and defeated. ”I won’t be Lucifer’s pet! The last time I spoke to him, I was breaking his heart to leave him for you. He hates me.“

Antigone paused and looked at Malbonte for a moment, studying him.

“And you’re just going to let him keep me on a leash? Is that all I am to you? A dog who has to be obedient? After everything we’ve been through, that’s how you think of me?”

Malbonte’s eyes flashed with a fury Antigone had never seen directed at herself before and she knew in that moment that the man she loved was gone. Or perhaps he never existed in the first place. Antigone swallowed the lump beginning to form in her throat.

"Shut up, or you'll get a muzzle to go with your leash."

Antigone couldn't hide the horror in her features at his angry words and Malbonte seized on the moment to approach her quickly.

”We’re going back.”

Malbonte grabbed Antigone’s arm roughly as he spoke, pulling her toward himself. He was surprised when, with the very little strength she had left, Antigone shoved him angrily.

”Over my dead body.”

Malbonte scowled at her and stepped toward her menacingly.

”That can be arranged.”

Antigone felt the last of her hope shatter with every word he just uttered. She looked at him with all the contempt she could muster and stepped back, her eyes blazing with challenge.

“Then do it. I won’t let you take me back there Malbonte. I will make you kill me before I ever have to look at Plague's face again.”

Antigone found herself grateful when Malbonte lazily waved his hand, putting up a protective shield around them as though he were preparing for a real fight. They both knew it was pointless, that with a simple gesture Malbonte could destroy her and not even break a sweat but him offering her the decency of pretending she was a valid opponent was enough to feel grateful, as pathetic as her gratitude made her feel.

When Malbonte sent a wave of dark energy at her, Antigone ducked, letting his power crash into the protective bubble behind her with a loud thud. Antigone could hear Dino from beyond the wall, pleading with Malbonte to let him take her back to the Academy safely but his yells went ignored. Malbonte stepped toward Antigone, never taking his eyes off hers as he spoke.

"There can be no other power in you but mine. You were born as a vessel for the darkness that runs in my veins, but you were deprived of that. From now on, you shouldn't hope to find any other power within yourself. What do you hope to accomplish here, Antigone?"

Antigone scowled at her former lover angrily, ignoring his question she replied.

"Do you know what humans see as real power? Willpower, strength, resilience, and belief in a person, even when he tries time and time again to show me it isn't worth it!"

Malbonte didn’t stop, he didn’t hesitate as he stepped toward her to grab her. Antigone knew he knew she had no power so he wouldn’t have to defend himself. He clearly didn’t expect her next act though.

Antigone, noticing a rusty old knife lying on the ground in the alley just a couple steps away from herself picked it up off the ground and threw it at Malbonte as hard as she could. It landed exactly where she expected, with a dull thud in his shoulder. He glanced at it lazily before grabbing her again, not even bothering to remove the knife.

That would turn out to be a fatal mistake.

Antigone steeled herself. She had a plan, but worst case scenario non-existence was better than anything waiting for her at the Academy. That's why she pulled the knife from Malbonte's shoulder when he pulled her against him again and plunged it deep into her own heart. Malbonte, still holding her arm, moved to hold her in his arms not hiding the shock on his face.

"Anything is better than going back there. I love you, even now."

Antigone barely recognized the sound of her own voice as she muttered her final words to Malbonte.

She felt Malbonte freeze momentarily before he pulled the knife from her in a quick motion. She heard Dino and Leeloo cry out in surprise as she started to slip into blissful oblivion. The last thing she saw before her eyes fell closed was the face of her love, for the first time in months displaying something other than cold indifference. His fear, his regret, his hurt. Malbonte put his hand on her chest and let out a stream of dark energy, and then... there was nothing but darkness. No more pain, no more heartache, just… nothing.

Lucifer

Lucifer was with Plague when Dino and Leeloo returned from the mission, notably without Antigone. He was about to ask where she was when Plague beat him to it.

"Dino, my boy, whatever has got you feeling so... deliciously anguished?" Plague lilted at the angel as he arrived, feasting on his energy as it powered her. Dino didn't answer, instead making eye contact with Lucifer.

"Antigone tried to flee. Malbonte... killed her.”

Leeloo answered for Dino, her tone lifeless as she spoke.

Lucifer staggered, catching himself in time before he fell to his knees. He couldn't have heard Leeloo right. Malbonte was an asshole, a monster, cruel and ruthless, but Antigone had always been the exception to that. He must have misheard the angel, he had to of. There was no way Malbonte would have done such a thing, not after…

"What?!" Plague spit the word in angry surprise, interrupting Lucifer’s thoughts before composing herself and shaking her head. Lucifer watched as the Horsewoman approached Dino and grabbed his chin to enter his subconscious. Lucifer clenched his jaw as he watched Plague’s face morph into a relaxed smile, clearly getting something out of Dino she was seeking while Dino’s eyes flooded with unshed tears.

No! No, no, no, no, no.

It didn’t make any sense. Just the day before Malbonte had told Lucifer to volunteer to take Antigone when the Unclaimed were being auctioned off as slaves; an unspoken agreement between the two that Lucifer would ensure Antigone would remain as unharmed as she could be considering their circumstance. Why would he turn around and kill her the next day? What could she have possibly done to change Malbonte’s attitude toward her so quickly? Antigone was defenceless against anyone let alone Malbonte, so it wouldn’t have been self defence. Leeloo and Dino had to be mistaken, they just had to.

"What a shame, she was so much fun. But I guess now you know what happens when you don't follow the rules."

Plague’s voice grated on his nerves as she interrupted Lucifer’s train of thought once again, draining any of the remaining hope he had from his heart as she confirmed what Dino had seen earlier that day from his memories. As strong as he was, Dino wasn’t able to manipulate his memories and hide the truth from Plague, which could only mean one thing.

Antigone really was dead.

Lucifer steeled himself. When the time came, he would personally kill Malbonte and take great pleasure in it. He let his heart fill with anger and hatred, determined to let him fuel him until the time was right and he could avenge her.

Malbonte

He hadn't seen any trace of what she did in her mind at all. Malbonte knew Antigone was impulsive, it was one of the many things he admired about her, but he never, ever expected her to give up. Ever.

He tried to save her, but her aim was impeccable and with the shackles around her neck she was drained of so much of her immortality that she was practically human. He pulled the knife from her and sent his energy to her heart in an effort to heal her but it had already stopped and now he didn't know what to do.

"Antigone!"

Dino's anguished cry snapped Malbonte to the present. He looked at Dino coldly, and without a word flew away with Antigone in his arms ignoring Dino and the other angel as he flew away. To his relief they didn’t try to follow, he likely would have killed them if they had; he needed the quiet to figure out what to do next.

First, he brought Antigone to her father’s house on Earth, hoping to find where the mortal man was buried so Antigone could be next to him. Unfortunately, in the chaos of the impending Apocalypse, nobody had noticed her father’s death yet and he hadn't been buried. His decaying body sat where it had in the living room where Lucifer ended his life days before, staring back at Malbonte in condemnation as he carried the corpse’s dead daughter into the room.

Malbonte frowned to himself. Should he bury Antigone’s father too? He'd have to come back, it wouldn't be long before Plague came looking for him and first he had to ensure Plague couldn’t get to Antigone. Still carrying her, he went to the back of the house and found a shovel. He gently placed Antigone on the ground as he tied it to his belt, securing it tightly before picking her up again and taking off.

Next, he brought Antigone to an island as far away from the Academy as he could find. He was determined to at least fulfill her final wish, to give her the freedom from Plague she sought so desperately she ended her own life over it. He couldn't be there for her the way she needed him to be, and now because of him, the only person other than his parents who ever cared for him was gone forever.

When he found a suitable island he brought her beneath a huge willow tree and sat for a while with her head in his lap. He brushed her hair out of her face and studied it carefully. She looked peaceful, if he hadn't felt her heart stop and their connection cease he would believe she was sleeping. It was the first time since Plague's arrival he had a chance to really look at Antigone. She lost a lot of weight while she was kept in her prison, and her beautiful skin was smattered in bruises and scrapes that were unusual to see on an immortal. The shackles around her neck left a dark bruise that seemed to taunt him. In one swift motion, Malbonte removed the chain from Antigone's throat and threw it off the side of the island.

He didn't know how long he sat there with her, absent-mindedly stroking her hair as he contemplated how things turned out this way. He was grateful at least, that Shephamalum's whispers were notably absent so he could grieve her in peace. Malbonte wasn't a sentimental man, several thousand years of systemic torture had sufficiently destroyed any part of him that was capable of affection, but Antigone was his exception, his only exception. He knew the Bont side of him was worried what he'd do without her. She was the only thing that kept his darkness in check and now she's gone, and it’s all his fault. He could have protected her better, he could have tried to shield her, he could have not followed through with his plans… so many things he could have done and now it was too late.

Finally, after several hours of just... sitting with her, Malbonte got up and started digging. He could just shift the earth with his powers, but there was something more... intimate about him doing it the human way. A tribute to who Antigone was, the most remarkable Unclaimed to have ever existed. In his opinion, the most remarkable person. She had been his everything, the light to his darkness, the kindness to his evil and now…

He kept digging, far longer than he needed to as he let the repetitive motion distract him from the rage and despair building up inside of him. This feeling was somehow both familiar and foreign to Malbonte, it had been a very long time since he had someone to grieve, and while he’d known since the moment they met when he was still Bont that he loved her he couldn’t even deny it to himself anymore. It was more than their connection, Antigone was everything warm and light in his otherwise dark and cold life, and without her he had nothing left.

"What... are you doing?"

Malbonte froze. He hadn't even registered in his anguish, but suddenly his entire body was flooded with relief and... connection. He turned slowly from his place in the hole he’d dug to face her, unable to hide the surprise on his face.

"You're.. awake?"

He couldn’t bring himself to say the words he was really thinking.

Alive. She’s alive. How?

Antigone was sitting on the ground where he left her, watching him with curiosity.

"Where are we?"

She left his question unanswered, asking her own instead. Malbonte dropped the shovel in the hole he was burying and rushed over to her, ignoring her flinch when he wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head. She froze in his embrace for only a moment before melting in his arms the way she always did and burying her face in his chest. He felt her anguish and relief from his embrace as he held her close.

He was confused, he knew without a doubt that she was dead. Their connection had snapped within him like a dry twig the moment her heart stopped and her energy had completely ceased to exist. Yet here she was in his arms, speaking to him as though she had only taken a nap. Their connection intact, her energy brightening his own like it always had.

"I'm not sure," he finally answered her question.

He felt Antigone's confusion and surprise and had no doubt she could sense his own.

How is this even possible? Did Shephamalum have something to do with it?

Malbonte knew the god of darkness would be able to, He had brought Malbonte back from death countless times. It didn't seem likely though, not unless He needed Antigone for something that Malbonte was not yet aware of. Malbonte dismissed the thought for now, but he'd come back to it later. In this moment he didn’t want to think about anything, anything but the woman in his arms whose tears were dampening his jacket as he held her tightly.

It was then Antigone seemed to notice her chain was gone. She put her hand up to her throat gingerly, her hands shaking as though she couldn't believe it.

"Did you... free me?"

Malbonte continued to hold her, not willing to let her go in that moment. She was warm, she was breathing and alive and he wanted nothing more in that moment to bask in her warmth, in her life and light and everything in between.

"You died."

He finally found the words to admit it. Antigone looked up at him from his arms, studying his face closely.

"I intended to.”

Her voice was quiet and without regret.

"I didn't expect you to... give up,"

He studied her face carefully as he spoke, trying to piece together what was going on. She intended to die. She really was dead. Had he gone mad? Was she a figment of his sick brain and he finally snapped?

"That's because I didn't."

He could feel the amusement in her energy as she spoke, and if he wasn’t so fucking relieved to be speaking to her again it would have angered him. Instead, he tilted his head in curiosity.

"You're not making a lot of sense."

"It's not so fun being on that side of things, is it?" Antigone chuckled dryly. She sighed heavily and stepped back from Malbonte, looking at his hands still holding her arms. "Are you going to bring me back there?"

Malbonte shook his head.

"They think you're dead. Let it stay that way."

"Malbonte..." Antigone started. "I'm not going to stay in hiding if that's what you're implying."

"It's better than killing yourself”

His tone was cold, reflecting the anger he felt toward her careless and in his opinion, selfish action. To his surprise, Antigone laughed.

"I didn't think I had any secrets from you," she replied casually.

Malbonte only blinked, looking at her strangely.

"You... don't..."

He studied Antigone carefully as he spoke, surprised to find her mind mysteriously silent. Had she figured out how to block him from her thoughts?

"Hm"

Malbonte looked Antigone up and down carefully supressing the urge to chuckle at her defiant stare.

"You knew you'd come back." He said finally.

Antigone laughed again and shook her head.

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

Malbonte was confused. Antigone really didn't have any secrets from him, he could read her mind more easily than his own, but there was nothing but silence in that moment.

Are you trying to read my thoughts?

Finally, her voice entered his mind again. Malbonte smirked.

I don't think you'll find what you're looking for.

Malbonte continued to study the woman in front of him carefully. Finally, he spoke.

"Where will you go?"

Antigone shrugged. "I'm not sure I should tell you that."

Malbonte chuckled as a picture of a small house on the edge of a cliff on Earth came to his mind from her memories. Clearly, she was planning to go there.

"You won't be safe with humans," he said carefully, chuckling at Antigone's huff of indignation.

"It'd be nice if I could hide this stuff from you too."

"You won't be safe," he repeated.

"I'll be safer than I was with you."

Malbonte couldn't argue that. He did his best to keep her out of harm’s way, and the only reason she was alive as long as she had been was because he convinced Plague not to kill her. Still, he knew things hadn’t been easy for Antigone, she’d been tortured and starved in the dungeons for months and when she was finally released tortured some more. Malbonte clenched his jaw, trying to ignore the self-hatred bubbling through his veins.

It’s all my fault.

"There's... a resistance," he started quietly, interrupting his own thoughts, he’d have plenty of time for his self-hatred later. "I don't know where they are, but Lucifer is working with them. I'll send him to you at the humans, he'll tell you how to find them."

Antigone turned to Malbonte, her brow furrowed in frustration.

"Malbonte, you could just tell me what you're up to. Maybe I want to help you."

"No."

Antigone huffed angrily.

"How do you keep doing this? Why do you keep pushing me away?"

Malbonte sighed heavily and dropped his head.

"Because I don't want you on my path of darkness with me.”

"Is that up to you to decide?" Antigone asked him, unable to hide the contempt in her voice. There was a pause where he considered her words. Of course it wasn’t up to him but…

"No," he answered finally. "But I won't let you anyway. You're better than this."

"So are you." Antigone looked at Malbonte with sad eyes, shaking her head when he chuckled. "So. Are. You."

"You see something in me that isn't there, Antigone." he said finally. "I'll send Lucifer to find you. He'll make sure you're safe."

"Lucifer who kept me on a leash and called me his pet a few hours ago? I'd prefer if you didn't."

"Lucifer won't hurt you,"

He was confident, and when he finally convinced her to wait for the demon he breathed a sigh of relief.

This was for the best. Selfishly, he’d miss her but he knew he couldn’t make her stay at the academy and risk losing her forever. Just because she came back once doesn’t mean she would again. Besides, as much as he hated himself for it, he needed her to fulfill his plan, even if he couldn’t tell her what it was; even if she would hate him in the end anyway.

He’d handle it, as long as she was alive to brighten the world, he would handle it.

#rc fanfic #rc ff

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Manspreading is not just sitting with legs open lol. It’s defined as manspreading when that person intrudes on another person’s space. He doesn’t do that.

Also why do you think they took the pics of him down from the adidas post if it wasn’t about the comments because I will say it was. That post was flooded with comments about Louis only. I didn’t see even 1 comment about football, the players or adidas. The focus was only on Louis when this is literally a football & adidas doc. I know Louies got excited but it was a crazy amount.

Some of what you’re saying seems like you’re just stereotyping people then placing them in categories within the lgbtq+community. Categorizing people how they should sit, talk, move, or even what sports they like. That’s just an archaic thought process. Louis is polite, has cried in front of us and displayed his emotions during almost every single show, and he creates as stated by the women around him including his opening acts a safe space for them. These things are opposite of what toxic masculinity is or masculine fragility.

So why are we still assigning him a sexuality by things as basic as the way he sits for example? It’s setting the lgbtq+ community back several years with this type of thought. Maybe I’m taking this more sensitively because I recently came out but I don’t think in the year 2024 we should be putting people in a box like this. We’re all individuals for a reason. It seems like we’re deemed less than when we’re reduced to a stereotype.

Hi, anon!

So i've gotten an influx of new followers since Liam' passing (people are rediscovering 1D or are becoming new fans). What's really annoying though is when new fans come into my inbox to tell me something i already know, have talked about a million times before, or are joining in the middle of a conversation making points that's already addressed. I'm sorry, but i can't keep having the same conversations and the same exact discourse every three weeks.

I'm sorry anon, but we've disscussed the definition of manspreading to death. If you want to read up on that discourse go into my "manspreading" tag (i'm fully aware Louis isn't manspreading, so are my anons).

About why the pics were taken down, i have no idea. What i do know is that they want all the engagement on their post they can get, they don't care what people comment, as long as they create a buzz.

About stereotypes, another topic we've discussed to death. Louis is gay. I've known he's been gay since i entered this fandom twelve years ago. He was a very different person back then, he's grown up yes, but to make a long story short; he's been told to supress his natural mannerisms and behaviour, and used to get punished for it, to the point where he's now stuggling to live up to his straight image. I get that it's hard to understand that what we see of Louis now isn't his natural behaviour, and yes, gay men can "manspread" too, party, drink and love football. But Louis is supressing himself, and his current behaviour isn't authentically him. We know the real Louis, this is far from it. So we're not putting him into a box at all, we're just able to differentiate between the real him and the image that he portrays, because we've seen a totally different man.

I'm also not assigning Louis a sexuality. Louis was proud to be gay until he was told it was not okay by his label and they got him a beard. He went from being happy go lucky to being a subdued and scared boy. Again, a conversation we've had around these parts for over twelve years. This is all passed the point of discussion. We all witnessed it happening. So we're not basing our conclusion that Louis is gay on how he sits. That's honestly insulting. It's based on his lack of romantic and sexual chemisty with women and his relationship with Harry.

Congratulations on coming out, that's honestly great. There is nothing wrong with being queer and there is nothing wrong with fitting a stereotype. Stereotypes are stereotypes for a reason. I don't think any of us are reducing Louis to a stereotype. Louis, however, is currently trying to fit himself into a straight laddy stereotype. We know he’s the most multifaceted and multidimentional (and therefore interesting) artists out there, we know he's got different sides to him that he isn't currently showing us. We also know he’s exaggerating stereotypical straight behaviour to sell himself as straight. "Manspreading" is one of the things fans usually react badly to, because it looks ridiculous, like a parody almost, and it's not authentic to who he is at all.

#louis image #manspreading #solo louis #goodnight #gay stereotypes #queer convos

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