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PART III: WHO ARE KING SHANG OF LU AND THE IRON-MASKED GENTLEMAN, AND WHY IS IT EVEN IMPORTANT

finally we’re reaching the end of this thing

(to see previous disclaimers and context here’s part I and part II of this madness)

blanket spoiler warning for the books once again

more disclaimers, the entirety of this part is where i veer solidly into crack theory and full-on interpretation, so while everything i’m presenting here does have arguments based on sources that’s important we do love sources, it’s very much speculation and not hard fact

now that that’s out of the way, let’s get into the really wild stuff

with the various versions of “king shang of lu”’s and the iron-masked gentleman’s story, along with king mu of zhou’s story more or less unpacked (or as unpacked as they can be given we don’t know everything or even have a definitive truth), the real question then becomes what exactly you do with that information

based on what we’ve determined so far through the various versions of these characters’ stories, and taking into account the dubious nature of some or all of them to some degree, i feel there are a few base assumptions and conclusions you can come to, and that i’ll be working with from here on out:

the silkbook that wu xie found in “king shang of lu”’s coffin was indeed a fake, and was placed there with wu xie in mind, knowing that he would find it, and its purpose was to ease wu xie into the game the wu and xie families had been playing with the wang family. whether it was wu sanxing himself or the wang family who did it isn’t certain, and while either is a solid option, @tiesanjiaoshenanigans raised some solid arguments in favor of it being wu sanxing that you can read in their reblog here. in any case, it’s highly unlikely that it was xiaoge. grain of salt because i haven’t reached this point myself, but i’ve looked into a particular passage in ten years (Ten Years, Ch. 31, Key) where wu xie thinks back on the seven star palace, and while he does speculate that wu sanxing had a hand in using the silkbook jin wantang brought to him for his own purposes, wu xie also works on the assumption that it was xiaoge who swapped out a real silkbook for the fake one that contained the first version of king shang of lu’s story, and that his unease was due to recovered memories. granted wu xie does also speculate that he’d had the impression that xiaoge had been to the seven star palace several times before, which is entirely possible due to its significance in relation to “the truth of the world” (credit to @kelly42fox for speculating that maybe the headless corpse thrown into the sacrificial ding cauldron at the entrance of the seven star palace was in fact that missing blood zombie that xiaoge had subdued on a previous visit, and it was this memory that was triggered). however, while wu xie’s word is generally the most trustworthy simply because he’s dmbj’s main narrator, bases his assumptions on logic, and readily course corrects when he’s proven wrong (so in that sense he’s not the type of unreliable narrator who deliberately misleads the reader), he’s still a limited pov character, and what wu xie thinks he knows isn’t always necessarily the truth. because again, xiaoge planting the fake silkbook implies either he or chen pi ah si had a solid motivation for deceiving wu xie specifically, which seems odd all things considered

the wang family’s version of the tale of king shang of lu is the closest we have to the truth simply by virtue of it being the most detailed, of providing additional information that conveniently sheds light both on things mentioned in prior books and things mentioned in later books, and of it being a tale they clearly believe in. while it’s likely not the entire truth, both because they have a clear bias, and because they themselves are lacking key elements of this history, namely what “the truth of the world” is and what their feud with the zhang family truly stems from (Sand Sea Part III, Ch. 146, Wang Zanghai), it’s the best candidate so far

the iron-masked gentleman from the first two versions of “king shang of lu”’s story and the owner of the fox mask from the wang family’s story are the same person, and there might be more to his identity than you’d think

with all this being said, what’s left to consider is the possible identities of the characters in this story, namely king shang of lu, the iron-masked gentleman, and king mu of zhou, and the ramifications of those possibilities

let’s start with the iron-masked gentleman, as he’s arguably the most nebulous of the three, and for the sake of convenience i’m going to refer to him as just iron mask from here on out since that’s what he’s best known as

ironically however, the first detail i want to bring attention to regarding him is that he specifically wears a fox mask adorned with “patterns often found on bronze ware”, bronze ware being so precious a material at the time that it was used almost exclusively for ritual objects, most often funerary ones (Sand Sea Part III, Ch. 132, Lesson). later, we learn from the wang instructor that similar fox masks were correlated with a specific group of tomb robbers operating in shandong (where this story takes place) during the same time period (Sand Sea Part III, Ch. 134, Deception). based on this alone, i feel it’s safe to say that some type of parallel is being drawn between both iron mask, and if not this particular group of grave robbers, then at the very least the activity of robbing tombs. this detail will be important in a bit

for now, let’s look at how iron mask is presented to the reader in the various versions of king shang of lu’s story we’re successively given:

in the first version taken from the fake silkbook, iron mask plays a fairly neutral role despite helping king shang of lu to find the famed jade burial armor, which ironically in this version he also reveals the existence of to the man he advises

in both the second version briefly mentioned by xiaoge and in the third version given by the wang family, iron mask plays a more duplicitous role, either by stealing the jade armor for himself, or by sharing in duping the ruler of the state of lu to acquire his resources to find the jade burial armor in king mu of zhou’s tomb

according to the wang family’s version of the story, iron mask wasn’t king shang of lu’s advisor, but rather the advisor of the ruler of the state of lu, and as such, while he wasn’t in a position of direct power himself, he was in a position to influence said power, and he clearly did given he deliberately swayed the ruler of the state of lu into granting resources to rob king mu of zhou’s tomb. it’s also noteworthy enough to mention that the state of lu happens to be where confucius was born among other eminent scholars of the spring and autumn period, the intellectually prosperous period preceding the warring states period, and the one during which king mu of zhou supposedly began to implement his plan by incorporating the guarantee of tomb robbing into chinese tradition itself (Sand Sea Part III, Ch. 135, Stone Box). as such, the state of lu had a particularly important cultural influence on the rest of china both at the time and going forward. what i’m getting at by bringing this up is that iron mask was therefore not only in a position to influence the court of just any of the many states of the eastern zhou dynasty, he was in a position to influence one of the more prominent states of the time that had been a hub for some of the foundations of chinese culture for millenia to come. that iron mask was the one to recommend “king shang” to the ruler of the state of lu in the first place, clearly long before king shang ever had any sort of prominent position at court, further solidifies this idea.

and while there’s no direct evidence to infer that king shang, iron mask, and king mu might have been searching for and robbing tombs before iron mask ever brought up the idea of robbing king mu’s to the ruler of the state of lu, the previous connection between iron mask and the grave robbers with fox masks seems to hint at that possibility, and the narrative, by drawing this parallel, lends itself to interpreting iron mask and these fox-mask wearing grave robbers as some sort of organized collective

as mentioned in a previous part, the wang instructor explains to li cu that a number of these fox masks were found in tombs all over shandong, and that grave robbers of the time associated foxes with grave robbing because they’d often burrow in grave robber tunnels and around graveyards. what this then means is that, assuming these fox mask-wearing grave robbers and iron mask are indeed connected, then the activity of grave robbing itself is also connected to iron mask, or rather iron mask is connected to tomb robbing. as for the reasoning behind why someone would consistently wear a mask to the point their identity becomes eclipsed by it, the easiest answer is to assume that concealing their identity was maybe the point, and in the case of iron mask, given we have no information on his real name or anything else about him really, if that was his goal, then he clearly succeeded. therefore this fox mask he wears potentially has the dual purpose of both hiding his identity, and establishing some form of kinship with others who wore similar masks

to sum up then, iron mask was a man whose true identity and name remains unknown, who held an influential position in the court of one of the more prominent and certainly most culturally significant states of the eastern zhou dynasty, was associated in some capacity with grave robbing via kinship with a group of people who wore the same type of mask as him, and he used his influence at court to sway the ruler he advised into taking actions that benefited him in some capacity. as it happens, we know of at least one organized group of people in dmbj’s universe who also held influential positions in various imperial courts, are associated with grave robbing, and used their influence in spheres of power to sway rulers and/or the course of history in directions that benefited them and/or their endgame

do you see where i’m going with this

again, there’s nothing anywhere that can directly confirm that either iron mask and/or the fox-masked grave robbers were members of the zhang family or even associated with them, but there’s also nothing to technically disprove it either so i’ll just. leave the parallels here for people’s consideration

but where things get even more interesting is when you stop to then consider who “king shang of lu” might be

outside of the very first stone slab we get in the seven star palace that describes king shang of lu as having been “born with the ghost seal in hand” and the command of the army of the dead, if we assume that version 1 of his story in the silkbook that wu xie finds is dubious at best, then we don’t really get all that much about king shang of lu’s life or identity. the wang family’s version describes him as being introduced to the court of the state of lu as a descendent of the zhou emperor and as a “strange man” or “奇人” (qiren), which can either mean a “strange” person or an “extraordinary” person, as in having extraordinary talents, which arguably, given what his tomb looks like, he was (Sand Sea Part III, Ch. 132, Lesson).

beyond this however, there’s nothing in the wang family’s version to suggest that king shang of lu was anyone of note before iron mask quite literally pulled him out of thin air, as if he’d never existed until he suddenly appeared at court one day like a mysterious messenger from the beyond that the ruler of the state of lu, if not purports him to be, then may also believe him to be. the mystery persists with the tale of how king shang of lu supposedly gained his title by communing with the dead king mu of zhou to ask permission to open his tomb, since while we know that this perspective on what happened is in fact skewed by what the ruler of the state of lu who was tricked saw, and that in reality, king mu of zhou wasn’t dead, knowing this doesn’t answer how king shang of lu actually acquired the ghost seal or who he really is, if his identity is even significant. that he was “born with the ghost seal” in hand is likely a descriptor made to reflect him coming out of the coffin he’d been sealed as if “reborn” under his new title with the proof of his “covenant” with king mu of zhou. however, given the meaning of the name 殇 shang mentioned earlier (that is to say “to die young or at war”), and despite the explanation given of his title as a means to justify the subsequent robbing of king mu of zhou’s tomb, it nonetheless leaves you wondering why this name, and why specify that he was a direct descendant of king mu rather than simply “forming a covenant” with him? it could simply be that it was the most efficient ploy to manipulate the ruler of the state of lu into finding convenient moral outs, and there’s nothing more to read into it than the first step of the elaborate plan king mu of zhou had roped king shang of lu and iron mask into

but consider: we’ve established that while it seemed as if there were only two people working together, in fact there were three. but what if against all odds, there really were only two people in the end? after all, a third party is never really hinted at in the earlier versions of this story we get in book 1, unless you count the initial corpse in the fake silkbook version of the story that king shang supposedly removed from the jade burial armor when he found it, but that can’t have been king mu if king mu was in fact alive. what i’m saying is, what if we consider the crazy possibility that king mu of zhou and king shang of lu were in fact the same person

we know that king mu of zhou faked his death centuries before, and while he might have simply sought out and convinced king shang and iron mask of his identity, objectively, the less outside parties involved in his plan, the better. to be fair, it’s entirely possible that king mu used himself as a living example that immortality existed in order to bait king shang and iron mask into helping him, only for them to betray him later and successively take the jade armor for themselves. but if you consider the possibility that king shang was nothing more than an alias king mu used to “return to life” so to speak, it wouldn’t be less fitting of an explanation, as who could possibly have stood to recognize the face of a man centuries dead? of course, nothing really exists to solidly confirm this idea, which is the case for pretty much all of this “meta” that’s entirely speculation at this point but consider

after all, king mu of zhou saw “the truth of the world” in the queen mother of the west’s kingdom. i’ll come back to her briefly later, but we also know that to our knowledge, before wang zanghai, the zhang family were the only other people to have access to that “truth”. it’s reasonable to assume that king mu of zhou, having seen the “truth of the world” and returned from the queen mother of the west’s kingdom changed from it in more ways than one, might have also gained knowledge of another party who knew this “truth”. it’s equally reasonable to assume that rather than go through a third party and thus introduce an unknown variable into his plan, and seeing as king mu of zhou had been “dead” long enough that no one would recognize him should he choose to assume a different identity, it would have simply been easier to approach the only other party who both shared in the same forbidden knowledge, as well as presumably shared similar goals to some extent. and if iron mask was a zhang, then coming back to the previous point, given his particular social status, iron mask would have been the prime candidate for king mu to turn to for assistance. it also stands to reason that if iron mask was a zhang, then by extension a member of the zhang family would have accepted a mutually beneficial arrangement. after all, king mu’s plan and goals aligned somewhat with the zhang family’s interests, and they had to have been aware of king mu’s covert manipulation during the spring and autumn period. using grave robbing as a means of perpetuating curated traditions and culture over centuries, manipulating the flow of history, and thus making it extremely easy to practice convenient historical revisionism perfectly aligned with the zhang family’s designs. arguably it’s also precisely what the zhang family had been doing and continued to do, as wu xie himself eventually speculates, wondering if the zhang family had used tomb robbing as a means of disseminating if not false, then modified histories in order to control china’s “fate” through the ages (Tibetan Sea Flower, Ch. 67, Biggest Secret)

in addition to that, considering we know the ghost seal is something tied to the main zhang family, particularly zhang qiling, and that it allows passage into the bronze gate beneath changbai mountain that houses the ultimate (which is what “the truth of this world” ostensibly is) past the ghost army that does exist (though whether they can be controlled is something we have no evidence of), it’s also not a stretch of the imagination to consider that the zhang family might have lent the ghost seal to king mu/king shang for appearance’s sake. and if all this did have to do with the zhang family and there really were only two people involved in the endgame of this story, it might also provide a tentative reason for xiaoge’s unease as he tries to parse through why there isn’t a third blood corpse in the seven star palace. it might have triggered a memory or some feeling in him that there was an explanation to all this that existed but that he wasn’t privy to in the moment, but perhaps he had been privy to it in the past, and perhaps he had come to find it many times before that he could no longer recall because it was a place tied to the zhang family in some capacity

that does however raise the question of why then had iron mask’s memoirs been circulating if he’d been a zhang, but then again, dissemination of information via tombs was a plan the zhang family had every reason to encourage and perpetuate if they hadn’t already been in the business of practicing it, so if iron mask was a zhang, he would have neither had any qualms about participating in it himself, nor of providing a revised version of the truth. after all, we have no indication that version 2 of the story as told by xiaoge is a truthful account either, especially since this version still doesn’t reveal a name for the iron-masked gentleman despite it coming from his supposed memoirs

in addition to that, we also get an interesting tidbit in hindsight from practically the very beginning of book 1, where wu sanxing takes note of the fox pattern on the warring states silkbook that started wu xie’s journey into the conspiracies and says that it depicts “the mask worn by the earliest people in the state of lu when they were offered up as sacrifices” and that it must mean that “someone with a very special identity” was buried in the tomb, possibly “more respected that the emperor” (Book 1, Ch.3, Temple of Seeds). it’s hard to say what to make of the notion that the fox-masked people were “sacrifices” considering the wang family’s story explicitly makes them out to be grave robbers, so either or both of them is a lie. however, it does at least confirme there is something special about these fox-masked people beyond what’s being said (especially given the green-eyed fox corpse, who following the zhang logic, might have been a lower ranked family member offered up as a sacrifice and who turned after death, but this is probably a stretch), and whoever is buried in that tomb is abnormally important. the only real issue you run into with this train of thought is considering how far back the zhang family tomb extends, why would any zhang of note not be buried in it, so that’s at least one gap in logic

all of this then leaves us with a final question: if we assume iron mask was a zhang, and that king shang of lu was in fact a false identity created by king mu of zhou for himself, then what exactly happened in the seven star palace, and who is who in what coffin?

we know that the seven star palace is a warring states period tomb constructed on top of a pre-existing western zhou dynasty tomb. there’s no indication of whether this pre-existing tomb was meant to be king mu’s (in which case it was at least partially a dupe as he was still alive), and raises the problem of king mu not having had the jade armor prior to the king shang of lu story as he was actively looking for it, so he can’t have found it in his own tomb. to me, this means there are two possibilities to consider:

possibility one: king mu had a tomb built for himself during his reign that was designed with his plan in mind, which might explain the presence of the snake cypress (which we again only ever see elsewhere in gutongjing in ancient ruins related to a candle dragon baby snake mine, so clearly it being in the seven star palace is of some significance). king mu and iron mask did find a jade burial armor, but in another tomb or elsewhere that isn’t what would become the seven star palace

possibility two: king mu and iron mask, with each other’s mutual knowledge and abilities, found a tomb containing a jade burial armor that happened to be a western zhou dynasty tomb. the story then roughly proceeds like in the first two versions, and king mu/shang removes the corpse from the jade armor and takes it for himself

in some ways i feel like the most logical and likely option is the first one, simply because the mechanisms inside the seven star palace are too precise and deliberate, namely the timer coffin that was tied to the box with the baby in it (which i won’t be getting into here because that’s for another meta). this then leaves us with the problem of determining exactly who is who in this tomb by the time wu xie walks into it. the wang family implies that king mu’s plan ultimately failed because he hadn’t considered that someone like wang zanghai would come about and have the ability to hijack king mu’s plan for his own purposes. you can interpret that either as referring to his grave robbing plan alone, or that it also refers to king mu himself successfully staying in the jade armor for as long as it would take for him to come out of it side effect free. the ambiguity of what the wang family meant by “plan” makes it difficult to decide whether, following that wording, it leaves room for king mu to have been dumped out of the jade burial armor or not, which doesn’t really make deciding who is who any easier. for the record, wu xie mentions later when he comes back to this story in ten years later that he believes the one buried in the coffin under the snake cypress was iron mask (and npss also states this in his timeline in the postscript of book 8). if we choose to believe this is correct, and that king shang of lu was in fact king mu of zhou, then it leaves two more possible outcomes to the story:

possibility one: the thing in the coffin at the entrance of the seven star palace is king mu of zhou, and he was also the blood zombie that xiaoge killed

possibility two: the thing in the coffin is king mu of zhou, but he didn’t turn into a blood zombie, rather into something different or more powerful, and therefore the blood zombie xiaoge killed was someone else

the only thing that makes me doubt in this theory that king mu of zhou could both have been the blood zombie xiaoge killed and whatever was in the coffin at the entrance to the seven star palace is that to start with, there was a coffin so elaborate there to begin with convenient enough to place someone in (unless there had actually initially been a sacrifice in it and that’s the body that got dumped in the ding cauldron on the side to get replaced), that if wu xie was correct in assuming xiaoge had been to the seven star palace before, he would have left a dangerous blood zombie that could roam around in it “alive”, and lastly, the fact that not only did xiaoge kowtow to it to ask for safe passage within the tomb, even after having killed the blood zombie, xiaoge insisted on respecting the time limit the thing in the coffin had set and pushed wu sanxing’s team to leave the seven star palace before dawn regardless. it’s worth noting that xiaoge has never kowtowed to a corpse outside of this occasion (to my knowledge at least), has only actually knelt in front of changbai mountain that houses the bronze gate really, and has only ever spoken to one other also incredibly old and likely powerful corpse that was very likely one of the first people to come out of the kunlun mountains, and that rests inside the meteorite in tamutuo (Restart Part I: The Sound of Providence, Ch. 222, Countdown to the Finale 4).

why adamantly continue to uphold the demands of a creature that you’ve killed and that can presumably no longer harm you? unless leaving before dawn was an imperative that went beyond the sole demands of the thing inside the coffin at the entrance, it’s a little strange. however, the problem with saying that whatever was in the coffin at the entrance to the seven star palace and the blood zombie that xiaoge killed are two different entities makes things difficult, because it would mean there was some third party involved somehow, and it gives possibility two (the one where king mu/shang and iron mask find another tomb to steal the jade burial armor from and co-opt it) a little more ground. i haven’t been able to find any conclusive information on where the real-life king mu of zhou was buried, and it’s hard to say how much of an argument a real-life fact holds for something like this, but it’s interesting to note that the western zhou dynasty’s capital was fenghao, located in what’s now part of present day xi’an in the province of shaanxi, and the province of shaanxi is roughly 800 km (or 500 miles) from the province of shandong where the seven star palace is. it’s relatively far, especially for the time period, so does the distance justify the thought that it might not have been king mu of zhou’s tomb that was used as the basis for the seven star palace after all? did king mu/shang and iron mask really find a tomb that contained a jade burial armor and co-opt it? more food for thought

either way, whether or not the blood zombie xiaoge killed was king mu of zhou, if we choose to follow both wu xie and npss, then it doesn’t change the fact that it’s very likely that regardless, king mu of zhou ended up in the coffin at the entrance of the seven star palace, and iron mask in the jade burial armor in the coffin beneath the snake cypress. in that case, it brings into question the motivations iron mask might have had for doing this if, following the current theory, he really was a member of the zhang family. surprisingly, it’s not too difficult to think of some plausible ones

the zhang family have been searching for a way to curb their own terrible longevity curse for centuries, to the extent their blind determination to find meaning in their existence is what proved to be the fatal weakness that drove them right into wang zanghai’s and the wang family’s trap. if he really was a zhang, why then would iron mask have been any different, especially since given the time period, knowledge of anything connected to either the queen mother of the west, or what her kingdom housed (re: the meteorite), or both would have likely still been fresh enough for zhang family members anyway. the promise of the jade burial armor could have been a tempting offer for a man himself doomed from birth. it’s also possible that while king mu of zhou’s grave robbing plan naturally aligned with what the zhang family had likely already been doing, and so in that sense they facilitated it, they drew the line at him potentially accessing longevity, as king mu of zhou remained an outsider and therefore an unknown variable in the long run. better then for one of their own to guard something like a jade burial armor than someone who while aware of the “truth”, wasn’t necessarily an ally, which is what ended up happening much later with wang zanghai. king mu would thus have been a liability to dispose of. and king mu/shang might have sensed this and tried to have all the people working with him killed like the first two versions of the king shang of lu story seem to suggest, and so iron mask really did fake his own death to ensure king mu couldn’t succeed

i realize this idea raises a number of other problems, such as again why the zhangs would not either have kept some knowledge that one of their own was buried not only outside of the family tomb (which had things dating back to the spring and autumn period, suggesting burial in it had already been an established tradition then), but also in something like a jade burial armor. maybe they did, and it’s one of those secrets only zhang qiling is privy to. only xiaoge would truly be able to answer that (not that he will). it’s also possible following this logic that if iron mask did fake his own death, doing so placed him outside the scope of the family enough he was free to act of his own selfish free will and seized the opportunity, but again, this is all speculation. it also raises the question of why the wang family, if they’d known there was a zhang buried in jade burial armor, wouldn’t have tampered with it and removed him, but then again, they likely needed to keep the corpse there to bring their plan against the zhang family to fruition regardless of who it was

for the sake of debate, i might as well also share an alternative theory to this, that while i feel has a lot more problems and ultimately doesn’t fit with a number of other elements of dmbj lore brought up here where the theory this “meta” has been about so far does, is still maybe worth mentioning. it’s essentially the reverse, that the iron-masked gentleman was king mu of zhou’s fabricated identity, and king shang of lu was a zhang. again, i feel like this spin on the theory has a lot of logic problems going on, but if i had to make a case for it:

殇 shang and 张 zhang are vaguely homonyms and both pronounced in the first tone, which while it’s likely a coincidence, lends this theory a tiny bit of substance given the zhang family is also associated with death both by nature and design

if king shang was a zhang, it could explain why he would have had access to the ghost seal, in which case it would have been iron mask who sought the zhang family out and then ultimately duped them

if iron mask was king mu, then his ability to spin a tall tale about himself to the ruler of the state of lu would have been much easier

if king shang was a zhang, then slaughtering any outsiders aware of the plan would have made sense to ensure knowledge would stay within the family

it would also mean that king shang the zhang was tossed out of the jade burial armor and presumably into the coffin at the entrance of the seven star palace while iron mask/king mu took his place, and was maybe duped by iron mask/king mu who faked his own death because the zhang family’s hubris has always been massive and he didn’t suspect he could be bested

this would fit with the interpretation that by saying only wang zanghai prevented king mu’s plan from succeeding, the wang family meant both his grave robbing plan and his ability to successfully attain longevity without side effects

this would have presumably also given iron mask/king mu the time to accomplish his “series of things” such as writing his “memoirs” onto a silkbook, constructing his own coffin duo together with the box that contained the unborn baby

that would mean that whatever was in the coffin at the entrance of the seven star palace was a zhang, which might explain why xiaoge would feel the need to kowtow to it when this is something he doesn’t usually do

again, as nice as this idea seems, it has a bunch of flaws to it, namely for example how that would then connect the fox-masked people and iron mask (unless you want to consider those were simply his own followers brought about by implementing his own plan), how king mu even in disguise could have had held a position at court without any suspicion and likely no familial backing as he’d faked his own death, and many more. so ultimately i feel like t’s not as solid of a theory, but it’s an interesting contrasting thought

as for who the queen mother of the west really was, that’s also up for debate and lot more difficult to determine. though li cu suggests even she might be a fabrication meant to embellish the story of king mu of zhou for the sake of luring people into believing immortality existed, we know enough by sand sea to be certain she did in fact exist. while it’s unclear whether she truly was the queen mother of the west of legend, i like to think she was simply because we have no other accounts of anyone with that name, and because of how deeply entrenched she was in things relating to “the truth of the world” that she was more or less implied to have been privy to. the theory i’m personally going with is that she discovered the meteorite in the qaidam basin and constructed a kingdom around it (which would have taken far longer than a lifetime to accomplish to the degree that she did), knowing full well what the meteorite represented and what it could do. and if she did know, then considering her knowledge of “the truth of this world”, and her supposed longevity, it’s not entirely impossible to consider, especially given the title of the book itself, that the queen mother of the west might be related to the ancestors of the zhang family mentioned in queen mother’s ghost banquet, and that she simply belonged to a different branch of those people who took a different direction than the zhang family did, and sought to remedy the curse in a different way. and what better way than to return to its source? after all, knowing the zhang family’s origins, it’s not impossible to suggest that not all of the people who emerged from beneath the kunlun mountains and among other things built the bronze gate all ended up congregating to form what would become the zhang family. we know, for example, that baima, xiaoge’s mother, also had special blood akin to the one running in the zhang family, enough that she passed it on to xiaoge, ironically granting him purer special blood than any other main family zhang by that point. so it’s not that far-fetched to think there may have been offshoots of the zhang family’s ancestors who chose to lead a different life and eventually drifted apart from their brethren enough that they lost knowledge of each other, or served a different purpose for whatever is controlling the zhang family like marionnettes on a string

so this has been a massive “meta” i still can’t believe i actually sat down and wrote this

hopefully it makes some kind of sense and isn’t just incoherent babbling i’m going to be honest that’s still what it is lbr and i’m not sure it’s contributed much to anything besides being one more rabbit hole crack theory, but uhhh if you’ve stuck out this long thank you for reading! and feel free to comment or add anything onto this i’m always happy to talk about dmbj lore please talk to me about dmbj lore

#dmbj #meta #dmbj meta #idk if i'm more pikachu face at the fact i wrote this #or actually finished it #BUT IT IS DONE #thank fck #i want to say this is my humble contribution #but really what is it contributing to #besides me gnawing on my walls about dmbj lore #i'm literally that that one gif of the guy and his conspiracy theory red thread board #this is my life now

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web-novel-polls · 8 months ago

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Priest (Author) Character Lower Bracket

[“Anti-propaganda” is not allowed. Please only give reasons to vote FOR a character, and please be courteous in the notes.]

Chu Huan from Of Mountains and Rivers / Shan He Biao Li

Submission:

His vibes are insane. A character pipi made by putting Wen Kexing and Zhou Zishu in a jar and shaking, and then wrapping the result in the most unassuming shell possible. That one post that went like "perfectly normal man that has something seriously wrong with him" might as well have been made about him. Kills like 20 ppl in his introduction scene, falls off a cliff, gets on a bus, and agrees to become a teacher for those random guys he met because one of them is hot. Speaking of, his bi awakening and accepting it happens in a span of like, one second. *Sees a hot guy* welp, homosexual attraction is not a sin! Also, somehow has perfect tumblr shitposter vibes. Was asked what's a word for "good brother" in his language and after careful consideration said "bitch". Did I mention he's insane? "Play me a tune, and I'll go along with your BDSM play." Or that time he woke up after being clinically dead for a bit (saw his deceased loved ones asking him to go into the light and all) and to his bf's frantic questioning of "Does it hurt?" immediately went "Yes. It hurts a lot. You have to kiss it better." like bestie your priorities.... Anyway yeah what a guy.

Tong Ru / Lord Beiming from Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect

“Beiming? Who deserves the title of Beiming? That’s merely an arrogant title given by some short-sighted people.” - Lord Beiming, Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect, Chapter 16

[No propaganda submitted]

“It’s just death, nothing serious.” - Lord Beiming, ch.30

***I, the poll runner, have not gotten to the Lord Beiming reveal, so I’m not 100% sure the quotes from where I’m at are correct/for the same person (since there’s another person trying to claim the title of Lord Beiming)

(Also, Tong Ru and Han Muchun are sharing a picture because it’s way too blurry with just one lol)

Mu Xiaoqiao from Bandits / You Fei / Legend of Fei

Submission:

"People tended to apply the highest of standards when judging the behavior of revered saints like the Sword of Mountains and Rivers: if they made even the smallest of missteps, they would be deemed unworthy of their sterling reputations, and be lambasted for hypocrisy. But people were much more magnanimous towards Mu Xiaoqiao and those of his vile ilk, for as long as these fiends didn’t go around killing everyone in sight…or as long as this violence was directed at others instead, they could sometimes even find something perversely charming about these villains." (Bandits, book 3, chapter 13) Callout for who? Callout for me. Pipi is very right about this but also she is the one writing her murderous gays so epic and sexy and fascinating and irresistible and…

#chu huan #of mountains and rivers #shan he biao li #tong ru #liu yao #mu xiaoqiao #bandits #you fei #legend of fei #priest #polls #priest lower round 1 #priest lower bracket #priest character tournament #queue

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muffinsin · 9 months ago

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Ive been thinking about writing some fanfics of the dimi girls, this is a snippet of an nsfw fic

A gift for you muffin!

Sub cassandra x darkish reader

The bed creaks with each thrust you deliver her, stranged moans n whimpers echo throughout the room. The sound of her wet pussy spurring you on, her tied legs are bent to her chest restricting her movements as you rail her into the mattress. The deep red restraints digging deliciously into her thighs making her squirm all the more, her nails digging into her sheets clawing them apart.

‘I’m sorry,’ she moans ‘i’m so sorry.’ Her words slurred.

Its not her fault, you know this, she cant control if a maid flirts with her or not. Or makes a promise to take better care of her than you ever could.

The maids words resonates in ur mind, driving ur hips faster until you feel her thighs quake in ur grip.

But, alas- you also know, she loves being fucked like a little slut.

‘Please’ falls from her mouth, shes so close. Her eyes roll back, moans raising in volume as she cums- hard. You think of covering her mouth, but you want the maid to know who she belongs to. Who takes care of her slutty pussy best.

‘Good girl cassie, look you taking such a big cock for me hmm.’ You purr ‘fuck. You look so pretty when you cry for me, my cumslut’ you treasure the rare times she completely submits to you.

'Please, mistress. I’m sorry i’m so sorry. I… i cant’ her words barely distinguishable, she chants.

The maid behind you whimpers, gagged and strapped down to a chair. A little yellow bow atop of her head- a present for ur love. Her skin litters markings and bruises, her eyes wide shedding tears. She will not leave the cellar once cassies through with her.

You grin sadisticly at her.

‘Do you like your gift cassie? Hmm? Do you like being watched while getting ur pussy fucked? Dirty girl.’

She nods and moans ‘ y-yes, i love it so m-uch.’

Poor thing’s overstimulated. You coo.

You reach down and begin rubbing her clit with your thumb, she jerks and tries to move ur hand away.

You slap at her.

‘S’too mu-ch’ she cries.

‘I’m not done fucking this cute little pussy yet’

You slap her cunt.

‘Who does this belong to?’

She stumbles and moans. You grin.

‘Use ur works like a big girl cassie’

You slap her cunt again

‘Bel-ongs to..’ she moans, mouth wide open.

You slap her face this time n make her look at you whilst you choke her.

‘Who. Do. You. Belong. To. Cassie.’ You puntuate with deep harsh thrusts, brushing the strap against the spot that makes her melt.

‘You.. i belong to you- my pussy belongs you to. Itsyour pussy mommy please’

Thats the snippet. Anyways.

How are you today muffin? Feeling rested? Staying hydrated?

-deluded anon

I have never written in my life- like ever so i hope this makes sense 😭

Well DAMN this is pure gold🙌🙌👀🙇‍♀️ Got me blushin and all🙇‍♀️🙌 Oh to be a woman killing another woman for flirting with your murderous girlfriend

I’m good! I’ve actually had quite a great day if you ignore passing out XD and got off work early!🙌 I’m feeling surprisingly rested again, thank you hon. And of course staying rather hydrated :) how are you? Are you feeling rested? How’s the art coming along hon?

#cassandra dimitrescu #deluded anon

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starboybutler · 1 year ago

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Poor Boy ( CH.2 )

summary: the morning after jess takes in an injured young man, he tries to find out what happened to him. the boy doesn't want to say.

word count: 5240

warnings: violence, allusions to sexual assault, night terrors

notes: chapter two! like i said on the previous post, im already three chapters deep on a03, but i wanted to post things here. i'll post chapter three tomorrow, and then i'll post as i update on a03. also, happy love me tender day!

chapter 1

chapter 2 (you are here)

chapter 3 (coming soon)

jess awoke the next morning, having slept surprisingly soundly considering yesterday's events. jess never really let things bother him too much, no matter the circumstance. he told himself that everything was temporary and would be solved eventually, no matter what. that often soothed his racing mind.

he smoothed his shirt down and stepped out of his room and into the living area, where his eyes scanned the room for his unexpected houseguest.

clint was sat up on the couch, staring out of the window with a somber look on his face.

some of the dirt from his body had rubbed off onto the sleep dress, making it look dirty and more run down than it was before. the gown was slightly big on him, hanging off of his collarbones and revealing the pale skin of his chest. if jess had a funny bone left in his body, he'd joke about the boy looking like a ghost.

“you're up.” jess said simply, slipping his hat onto his head.

clint’s head snapped towards him at the sound of his voice. he blinked owlishly at jess, stuttering back.

“o-oh, yeah…i’m up.” the blonde muttered, his eyes fixed on the ground as he spoke.

silence fell between the both of them, neither man sure of how to carry on the conversation. they didn't know each other, and their introduction to one another was less than conventional.

“you sleep good?” jess asked.

the boy blinked but nodded in response, fidgeting with his hands.

“yeah. just..” he paused, shifting on the couch. “didn’t expect you to be up this early,” he murmured, hands wringing together. “hardly slept, actually.”

“wounds botherin’ ya?” he asks, looking clint up and down curiously, and clint shakes his head, sighing softly as he goes back to staring solemnly out of the window.

the sun gave him a little bit of life. under the golden rays, he didn't look so sickly and pale, and his bruises disappeared under the bright light. his hair was practically glowing in the light, giving him almost an angelic look. what was a boy like this doing all the way out here? he looked so fragile– like the slightest bit of wind would break or bruise him– he wasn't made for life outside of the city.

“how'd you get way out here?”

the boy sat up, his golden look quickly stripped from him as he was bathed in shadows from jess’s dim house. his eyes were wide– scared and vulnerable as his throat bobbed, lips parted as he took small, cautious breaths.

“don't wanna talk about it,” he says, pulling his knees to his chest and curling in on himself. jess hummed, wandering over to the couch where the boy sat, small and scared. he looked like a kitten. jess tried to look sympathetic– but he wasn't sure if he did– he was never good at expressing these types of things.

if he pressed the boy on, there's no telling how he would react. thanks to him being shaken up from whatever he went through, his behavior was off. jess couldn't gage his temperament– so he just decided to back off so that the boy didn't lash out at him. he couldn't just let him sit and mope on the couch, however, so he needed to get some conversation going. jess wasn't good at conversation either.

the older man padded over to the sink, filling an old pot he had with water and heading over to start a small fire in the fireplace and setting the pot on top. he can feel clint’s eyes on him, wide and curious while he makes his way to the cabinet and grabs some shoddily ground up coffee beans, grabbing the water once it’s boiling.

“you drink coffee?”

“uh, a little,” clint mutters.

jess hums, stirring the beans in and pouring them both a glass. jess walks over and hands the mug to clint, who takes it gently and mutters a small ‘thank you’ in response.

the boy takes a sip and his face immediately screws up in disgust as he tastes the bitter fluid. jess hums, slightly amused as clint grimaces and sets the mug in his lap.

“you alright?”

“ugh,” he groans, swirling the contents of his mug around. “you don't use any sugar or anything? almost killed me,”

jess huffs out, a ghost of a laugh. this boy obviously had a fiery spirit to him. “it ain't that bad,” he mutters, turning towards the kitchen and wandering towards the cabinet where he kept his small stash of spices. he didn't have many, as he didn't really use them much. he had little things of salt and pepper, some sugar, but he really didn't see a need for it.

he pulled out a small container of sugar and walked back over to the boy, setting it down beside him. the boy grabbed it eagerly, pouring almost half of it into his coffee and swirling it around. he took a sip and sighed.

“much better.”

jess grabbed his own mug and sat on the opposite end of the couch, taking a swig from his mug. it was bitter and hot, just how he drank it every morning.

the two men sat there, silent as they drank. clint would take a sip of his coffee, and steal a glance or two at jess, who was looking at him intently.

jess was curious about him. there wasn't many people around here– especially people this pretty. clint was obviously someone of some kind of importance– otherwise he would have just stayed where he was. people around these parts don't kidnap randoms, they kidnap people that are worth a damn, usually for ransom. it's what he and vince mainly did.

he thought of the boy’s name. clinton reno. it sounded awfully familiar, but he couldn't put his finger on it. there were so many important families and outlaw names that jess had to be wary of that he was starting to lose count of them. jess tried his hardest to think of where he’s heard that name before. was it something vince had told him before they parted ways?

‘you just be careful jess…them boys…’

“you just gonna stare me down until i leave?” clint asked, voice cutting through his thoughts. jess sat up and blinked, coming back to his senses. he must've zoned out– and the poor boy must have mistaken his thinking face for a scornful one.

“nah,” jess hummed, sitting back and taking another sip from hus mug. “i don't plan on letting you leave too soon,” he says.

the boy looks horrified when jess says that. jess waves him off, rolling his eyes.

“you're still injured, and someone's out there for you. your blood ain't gonna be on my hands.”

clint sighs deeply, his eyes flashing with an unreadable emotion as he stares down into his coffee mug. his hands fidget with the glass, turning it in his hands restlessly as he speaks lowly.

“ma is probably worried sick about me,” he murmurs, eyes fixed on his lap as he sets the mug onto the rickety table. “vance too,”

“vance?” jess hums, swirling his mug.

“oh, ‘s my brother.” clint says, fidgeting with his hands restlessly. “he's the oldest. then it's brett. then ray. then me. and ma, of course. ‘m dad died in the war,”

“ah,” jess hummed, setting his jaw stiffly. he remembered now. vince was making a fuss about this family a while ago before he left– and he had completely forgotten about it. he was saying something about them causing a stir, especially the oldest one, vance. he had went to war, and when he came back, something went down that jess wasn't all too sure about.

the reno family was well known. they weren't extremely wealthy, but they did have an influence. vance especially. jess still wasn't too sure what the whole situation was, but he knew that keeping the younger brother of a well known– possibly well liked man in his home, did pose a threat. he didn't know if he should keep clint and nurse him back to health, or just let him go back to his family before things got complicated.

“so, what about you?” clint asks, eyes fixed on jess curiously.

“what about me?”

“what's your deal?” he hums, pulling his knees to his chest. “you haven't said a word about yourself. i don't even know your name,”

“do you need to?” jess mutters into his mug, drinking another sip of coffee. “y’ain’t gonna be here that long,”

the boy huffs, rolling his shoulders back. “well, for the time i am here i wanna know who i’m staying with,” he huffs, furrowing his brow at jess. “unless you're hidin’ somethin’ from me, mister.

jess sighed deeply, adjusting his hat and finishing off his coffee in one gulp. “jess,”

“jess what?”

“wade.”

clint thinks for a moment, soaking in the information before perking up and snapping his fingers. “i’ve heard of you.”

“have you now,” jess murmured, running the tip of his finger around the rim of his mug lazily, looking at the boy as he nodded.

“you're that outlaw, with the hackett gang,” he began, sitting up. he seemed so full of life now. “you did all kinds of stuff. stole that canon, ransacked towns–”

“i don't do that no more.” he said hastily, his teeth gritted. “vince hackett ain’t nothin’ but a thorn in my side now,” he huffed, standing and taking his mug over to the kitchen. “i’m done with him.”

clint watched him owlishly as he stared out the window, rubbing at the bridge of his nose tiredly. he turned around, facing the boy once more, sighing deeply.

“look, enough about me,” jess uttered flatly. “we need to talk about what happened to you.”

clint stiffened again, his feisty demeanor gone. he looked away, his eyes darkening as he lowered his head and spoke.

“i said i don't wanna talk about it.”

“well, we have to.” jess demanded, crossing his arms. “i told you about me, now i need to know how you got here.”

“i don't wanna fucking talk about it!” clint yelled, eyes squeezed shut as he gripped the sleep dress, fists shaking at the white-knuckle force. jess was taken aback by the boy’s yelling. he had seemed so pathetic before– like a porcelain doll that would shatter if the wind blew the wrong way. but now, he was angry, his body trembling and eyes burning with resentment, but also fear as he stared down at the floor.

jess stared at him, setting his jaw as he grabbed the boy's half full coffee mug. “fine.”

jess walked into the kitchen and poured the coffee into the sink, glancing over his shoulder as he heard rustling from the couch. the boy had buried himself under the blankets, trembling and sniffling slightly. jess sighed deeply, resting his hands on the counter and letting his head fall forward. he didn't know how to deal with this shit– he never did. he needed to know how clint got here, but he didn't have all the time in the world. someone somehow was going to figure out he was here, and then jess would be caught up in a problem he had no business in.

he understood you couldn't rush these kinds of things, especially because there was clearly some kind of traumatizing event involved– but he didn't have time for this. he took one more glance back at the boy, who was still under the covers, and huffed lowly. he walked towards the door and grabbed his boots, heading outside. they both needed time to clear their head.

jess must've have walked for hours.

it's easy to get lost around his house, because there's nothing around him for miles. for a brief moment he thought of visiting the sheriff, but he ultimately decided against it. he loved sheriff ramsey, but he really wasn't in the mood for helping out right now. he had enough on his mind with the reno boy at his house, refusing to tell him how he had gotten to his house in the first place.

jess sighed deeply, approaching his cabin and stopping as he heard the faint sounds of a guitar. he paused, stopping in his tracks to listen to the faint singing he heard.

they call me poor boy, poor boy, poor boy

but i ain't lonesome, i ain't blue,

the voice was soft, sweet and melancholy as it sang to the deep orange of the afternoon sky. jess slowly approached the steps of the cabin, eyes trained on the blonde boy as he continued to sing, seemingly lost in his own world. he had changed from the sleep dress and into the slightly tattered button up and pants he was in when jess found him.

‘cause i could never he a poor boy

as long as i’ve got a dolly like you.

jess felt a smile wanting to appear on his lips, but he kept his face straight as he leaned against the rickety wooden railing of the porch, making clint’s head snap up as it creaked. his face flushed soft pink as he stopped strumming the guitar, a shy smile coming to his face.

“oh, you're back.”

“where'd you find that?” jess asks, gesturing to the guitar in clint’s hands. the boy clears his throat, shrugging nonchalantly despite the flush high on his cheekbones.

“just…layin’ around,” he murmurs, plucking at one of the strings nervously. jess hums, sitting in one of the rundown and creaky chairs, looking at clint as he fidgets with the old guitar. the boy looks flustered– embarrassed almost, as he looks up at jess and speaks once more.

“you play?”

“used to.” jess says flatly. “stopped after i got involved with the hackett gang. been sittin’ gatherin’ dust ever since.”

clint looked like he wanted to ask another question, but refrained as he went back to strumming the guitar. jess watched, slightly interested.

“heard you singin’,” jess hummed, crossing his arms. “you like to sing?”

clint chuckled shyly. “yeah. uhm,” he paused, swallowing and moving to set the guitar down gently. “i wanna say i’m sorry for earlier,” he murmured. “i didn't mean to yell.”

“don't worry about it.”

“no, i–”

“it's fine,” jess said firmly, waving him off. “i shouldn't have tried to get all in your business like that– it was wrong of me. you stood your ground.” he hums, the faintest smile tugging at his lips.

clint flushed pink, smiling boyishly as jess spoke. “thanks.”

they sat in silence for a few seconds.

“what were you doin’ out here?” jess asks.

clint chewed at his lip, his fingers laced together as he averted his gaze. “i don't like bein’ alone.” he admits. “just needed a way to soothe myself, so…saw the guitar gathering dust and decided to have a go.”

“didn't mean to leave you all by your lonesome.” jess says, setting his jaw. “you could have told me you didn't like to be left alone.”

“didn't wanna sound like a little girl,” clint mutters, embarrassed.

jess stares at the boy for a second. he was truly intriguing. his spirit was so fiery– but he was so shy and vulnerable at the same time. he stood his ground, but didn't like to be alone, and would crumble if you caught onto him.

“c’mon,” jess said suddenly, standing and gesturing for the boy to do the same.

“huh?”

“i said c’mon,” jess hums, rolling up his sleeves a bit. “i got some work to do– and since you don't like being left behind, you're comin’ with me.”

clint stands dumbly, his eyes wide and owlish as he follows jess to the stable. without wasting a second, jess tossed a heavy bag of grain into the boy’s arms, almost knocking him over.

“first things first, feed my ol’ horse here,” jess says, gently patting at the steed’s side. “poor thing is hungry.”

clint huffed as he lifted the hefty bag, glaring at jess as he walked to fill the horse’s trough.

“coulda gave me some warning before you threw it,” he murmured. jess huffed out a chuckle, watching as clint set down the bag and groaned, stretching out his back. “jesus,”

“sorry,” jess hummed, walking over to grab a broom that was leaned against the wall. he grabbed it and walked it over to clint, who took it and internally looked grateful that jess didn't throw this at him as well.

“just need you to sweep for now, if i need help with anything else i’ll holler.”

“okay,”

jess left the boy to sweep out any debris that had blown in while he grabbed his horses water trough and dumped it out into the dry terrain outside. he bought it back in and filled it with water from the hose. it wasn't the best water, but it was about the only water they had around.

clint was was humming to himself as he swept the sand and stray pieces of hay outside, tsking when a rouge gust of wind blows and bring it all back inside. he seemed calm overall, his demeanor relaxed and confident as he fought to keep the sand outside.

jess remembers being like him. young and feisty.

the reminiscing stops as clint yelps, dropping the broom and looking at his thumb. “ow, damn it!”

jess walked over and gently grabbed his hand, inspecting it. “what's the matter?”

“i got a splinter,” clint muttered, showing jess his thumb. “you don't sand your tools or nothin’?” he grumbles, letting jess inspect his hand.

“i don't get splinters,” jess mutters, stopping as he spots the piece of wood embedded in clint’s thumb. “i got tough skin.”

“well i don't– ow!”

“hold still.” jess scolds, trying to keep clint’s wriggling to a minimum as he tries to press around the splinter, urging the wood out. “you're gonna make it worse,”

“that hurts– cut it out!”

jess grabs clint wrist roughly, making the boy freeze as jess leaned down to come face to face with his hand. “stay. still.”

clint obeyed and stood still, fingers still twitching as jess added pressure to them. the piece of wood was coming out, but not all the way. he gently tried grabbing it with two fingers– but his hands were big and a little clumsy when it came to grabbing such a small thing. he sighed, frustrated.

“are you done?” clint muttered, bouncing impatiently.

“hold on,”

jess leans down, lifting clint’s thumb to his lips and humming as he very gently used his teeth to pull the splinter free from the boy’s skin. clint jumped, but didn't move, and watched as jess spit off to the side. “now let's go clean that,” he hummed. “don't want my spit infectin’ it.”

jess watched as the boy nodded, swallowing hard and following him. he pretended not to notice the blush on his cheeks.

when they entered the cabin, clint quickly ran his thumb under some water, and jess walked around in the kitchen to look for something to eat. well, now that he had a guest, maybe he should cook some dinner for the both of them.

“you hungry?” he asks, looking at the boy curiously.

“huh?”

“i asked if you’re hungry,” jess says again, scratching at his beard. “i can whip something up.”

“oh, i can help,” clint offers, drying off his hand. “i can cook real good, ma said so.” he brags, straightening his posture.

“is that so,” jess hums, crossing his arms and leaning on the counter. “well, what’re you in the mood for then? i got meat and vegetables, and some seasoning– but not an awful lot.” he hums, nodding towards the cabinet. “i got bread too.”

“hmm…maybe just some sandwiches then?” clint offers. “or if that's too boring i can do a stew.”

“hell, they both sound good.” jess admits, stretching out. “if you wanna do a stew, i got some rice, too.” he hums, reaching for a cabinet just above him abd grabbing an older container with rice inside.

“stew it is then,” clint says, taking the container and setting it aside.

jess set out a few vegetables from his garden. he picked out the best looking ones, the ones that had actually managed to grow in the dry, humid environment he was in, and bought them in so clint could wash them and cut them up. hess was in charge of the meat. he used one of the sharper knives he had, slicing it into cubes and placing it where clint told him to.

jess had never been a large cook. he would usually just heat up his meat and eat it with no seasoning or anything to go with it, except maybe some bread. clint was obviously very different– if it wasn't evident with the coffee fiasco this morning. the way he was chopping up the vegetables and seasoning everything and tossing them into the boiling water– which was also seasoned– was intriguing to jess. he’s never seen something like this before.

“you're handy with that knife,” he observed as clint chopped up a carrot with ease, sliding the slices from the chopping board to the pot seamlessly. “next time i’m in trouble, i’ll make sure to call you,”

clint chuckled, a faint blush rising to his cheeks at the praise. “i mean, it's just somethin’ i’ve been doin’ for a while. i’ve cooked since i was young.”

“you're still young.” jess muttered.

clint rolled his eyes. “younger, i mean.” he sighs, moving to grab the last potato and beginning to cut it up. “it was just somethin’ i did with ma to pass the time. she always hated when i would use the knife, but i was always good at it. the one time i did cut myself, i wasn't allowed to touch knives for months.” he chuckles, sighing fondly.

jess looks at him as he continues chopping up the potato, a small smile still on his lips.

“you miss her, huh?”

“of course.” clint sighs, pushing the slices into the pot. “i miss all of ‘em– brett, ray…vance,” he sighs, setting down the knife. “i know they're all worried sick. but i…i’m scared to go back. especially after…”

the boy paused, staring at his hands as his eyes flashed with that familiar look from earlier. jess set his jaw, unsure if he should urge him on or tell him he didn't have to talk about it. he was conflicted– so he just looked at the boy steadily.

“...promise you won't laugh.” clint says solemnly, looking at jess with heavy eyes. “please.”

jess wanted to ask, ‘why on earth would i laugh?’, but he felt like it would be inappropriate– so he just nodded.

clint took a deep breath, closing his eyes and speaking lowly, his voice shaking as he spoke.

“i…i was outside doin’ work, and…i dunno, someone came up an’ grabbed me,” he said, sighing deeply. “took me on their horse and…took me out where no one could hear and…”

tears were falling from the boy’s eyes, but his voice remained steady. “there was a lot of em. maybe four or five– and they took me off the horse and started hitting me and…ripped off my clothes–”

“you don't have to keep going.” jess said quickly as the boy began to tremble. he knew what he was going to say next. the boy whimpered softly, his hand coming up to his hair and grazing the bandages around one of the wounds from the struggle.

“it was horrible. i was so scared, i-i saw that one of them had a gun in their holster and i grabbed it, and– i shot one of em.”

that was the gunshot jess heard that lead him to clint. the older man nodded, watching as tears fell down his cheeks in a steady stream. he pawed at his eyes frantically, sniffling as he exhaled shakily.

“i think i killed him, jess.” he hiccups, hands trembling. “i’m a murderer– i can't go home anymore,”

jess bit his lip, walking towards the boy and hesitantly placing a hand on his shoulder. the boy relaxed slightly, and the older man sighed inwardly, relieved that he had done the right thing.

“we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it, alright?” he says, patting him firmly and gesturing towards the pot over the fire. “c’mon, let’s eat.”

clint wiped at his eyes one final time and nodded, taking the bowl jess handed him shakily and giving a weak half smile.

clint served the both of them, and they moved to the dinner table. there was only one chair, and clint paused.

“oh, i can sit on the couch,” he offered, and jess held up a hand.

“you cooked, you have the chair.” he hums, scooting the chair over. “i can stand.”

“you sure?” clint asks softly, shuffling.

“go ahead.”

clint sat down and muttered a ‘thank you’, grabbing a spoon and digging in to his stew. jess hummed as he ate, slowly beginning to calm down as he enjoyed his meal. the older man grabbed a utensil and did the same, humming at the taste.

“mm, this is real good,” jess says, licking his lips. “might have to keep you around as my personal cook.”

“oh c’mon,” clint murmurs, looking away. “i’m sure you've had better.”

“not really. maybe it's all that seasoning you used.”

“i didn't use that much,” clint chuckles, looking up at jess. “you really need to use your seasonings more– you’ve got some good stuff in there.”

“all from the sheriff.” jess hums, stirring the stew around in his bowl. “his wife loves giving me things– and i never have the heart to turn ‘em down.”

“you have a thing for her?” clint asks.

“hell no.” jess says flatly. “not the type of man to go for a taken woman.” he said. he wanted to add ‘or women in general,’ but clint didn't really need to know all that. “she's just real friendly, that's all.”

“mm.” clint hums. “maybe i can go meet her one day.”

“maybe,” jess hums, sipping from his bowl. “you'd be a good help in town.” he mutters, setting down his now empty bowl. “you look fast, you can help me wrangle up some criminals.”

clint giggles a little at that, standing and wiping his lips. “i’m no officer.”

jess takes his bowl, placing it in the sink and shrugging. “i think you got what it takes.”

clint waves him off, before yawning loudly and rubbing at his eyes. “ugh, i’m tired.” he murmured, blinking slowly.

“have you been sleeping?” jess asks, tilting his head as clint averts his eyes.

“no,” he says, clearing his throat. “told you i don't like bein’ alone.” he mutters, scratching the back of his neck. “i just lay awake a lot of the time.”

“you should really say somethin’,” jess mutters, sighing. “you want me to sit out here with you? hust until you fall asleep?”

clint blushed, abashed as he scratched at the back of his neck. “you don't have to. don't wanna be bothersome.”

“you're not being bothersome,” jess says firmly, standing. “i’ll go let you change, and i’ll be back out to sit with ya, alright?” he hums, and clint just nods shyly, walking to the couch and grabbing the sleep dress. jess disappears into his room, leaving the boy to change.

jess exhaled and took his hat off briefly, removing his jacket and unbuttoning his shirt, shrugging it off and throwing it to the side. he slips on a plain white shirt, moving to unbuckle his belt and shimmy off his pants, replacing them with looser ones. he placed his hat back on and walked back into the living room.

clint was already laying back on the couch, fidgeting with his hands as he perked up when he saw jess emerge from the room.

jess sat on the floor next to the couch, looking up at clint, who was looking out the window once again. his hair was shining in the pale moonlight, making him look boyishly handsome in a way jess couldn't put into words. just looking at him, he suddenly felt protective over the boy.

“uhm,” clint started, blushing softly as he looked at jess. “thanks for doing this, jess,” he says, looking down at the older man with a sheepish smile on his lips. “means a lot.”

jess shrugs, leaning his head back against the faded edge of the cushion. “i’ve done plenty of bad, figured i could do something good for once.” he mutters.

clint hums softly, settling his head on the pillow. “i don't think you're a bad guy,” clint says softly, blinking owlishly at him.

“you don't think,” jess says, scratching at his jaw. “but i’ve done things in my lifetime kiddo– things i ain’t proud of.”

“that doesn't define you.” clint frowns, turning to face jess fully. “i mean– you coulda left me to die, but you took me in. i don't think a bad guy would do that.”

jess shrugs, looking away. “i think that's just basic humanity, honestly.”

“still humanity.”

jess sighs, rolling his eyes. “look– we here to sleep or to talk about me?”

clint giggles. “sorry.”

the boy yawns and settles into the couch, closing his eyes and humming lowly. “i still don't think you're bad, though.” he says sleepily, his voice slightly slurred. “i think you're alright.”

jess gave a hum of acknowledgment, listening as the boy’s breath evened out. he sighed softly, relieved that he was finally getting some rest. jess felt his eyes getting heavy just listening to the sound of the boys breathing. he hadn't experienced something like this in a long, long time. it was comforting, but scary. very scary. he didn't know how to feel about it.

as he was drifting off to sleep, he noticed clint’s breathing change. he sat up, looking at the boy. he was beginning to tremble, his eyes squeezed shut as his breath picked up.

“no, stop–”

jess instinctively reached for the boy, but pulled his hand back as his body jerked, his hand grabbing at the blankets tightly as he whimpered.

“please–! i’m sorry–”

“clint,” jess said softly, slowly placing his hand on his side. “wake up,”

the boy didn't budge, the dream still shaking him to the core as he trembled hard, tears coming to his eyes. “stop–”

“clint!” jess yelled, and the boy jumped awake, sitting up at attention and panting heavily. he looked at jess with wide, glassy eyes, his chest heaving.

“wha–?”

“you were havin’ a nightmare.” he said bluntly, squeezing his shoulder. “you were screaming and trembling.”

clint sniffled, blinking away the tears in his eyes, looking embarrassed. “sorry,”

“don't be,” jess mutters, sitting up and facing him. “anything i can do?”

clint stared down at his lap silently for a moment, blinking before he spoke. “can we just…talk?” he asks. “i-if you don't mind.”

that wave of protectiveness came over jess again. he nodded and hummed, looking up at clint patiently. “we can talk.”

clint went on about his family and his mom, and how his dad used to be. he told jess almost everything about his family, and jess hung onto every single word until clint finally fell asleep, face illuminated by the moonlight.

jess truly didn't know what to make of this boy.

#elvis x reader #austin!elvis x y/n #elvis x y/n #jess wade #clint reno #charro!#love me tender

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onlyjaeyun · 9 months ago

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Notes pad part II 🫣💕

Rikis and Y/N family makes me so aggressive oml … you know the audio “this family makes me want to murder people” yeah … that’s them ! 💀

This is so fucked up and I just want to hold them both in mu arms and never let go 😭 they deserve so mich love and peace 😭

Hoonie being a sweetheart to Riki makes me melt into a puddle FIND ME SOBBING IN A DAMN CORNER 😭😭

The mother embarrassing and harassing her child at their work … I wanna throw something into her face someone get me a chair … OR TWELVE 🤬💀

GO GET YOUR RESTRAINING ORDER BESTIE 🫶🏻

Their sibling energy is so cute I’m gonna cry again 🥺😭 the both of them are so loved by their friends (except Hoonie and Y/N but we will get to that later 🤏🏼🤏🏼🤏🏼)

to the rest … YOUR HONOR THEY ARE DOWN HORRENDOUS FOR EACH OTHER 🥵🥵🥵🥵

Sunghoon casually asking what she’s wearing … I AM CACKLING 😂

The last three slides … I AM DROOLING LIKE A BITCH IN HEAT ZADIE WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME 🥵🥵🥵

Hoon being so fucking jealous help my sanity 🥵🧎🏻‍♀️🤤 I van only imagine him frowning behind his phone 🤤🤤🤤

Thank you again for another masterpiece sweetheart 🩵

THE NOTE PAD COMMENTS ARE BACK!!!! (IM SO SORRY FOR MY LATE REPLY BABY!)

honestly, the nishimura family is just a mess because the parents are literal clowns and their younger siblings are just as bad considering how old they are so yeah, fuck them bitches!!!!!<3

CH!hoon and Riki's bond is something I hold SO close to my heart its not even funny or cutesy anymore, like they are actual siblings and hoodie would do anything for that little guy :(

IM SO GLAD YOU ENJOYED THE TEXTS BETWEEN YN AND HOONIENDFBAÖSHAS I HAD SO MUCH FUN WRITING THEM SO THIS MAKES ME EXTRA HAPPY!!!

thank you so much for this baby, I love and appreciate you with my whole heart!!!<33

#; mailbox 📬

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zaskiaz · 2 years ago

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zas writes - masterlist

TOP GUN (1986) / TOP GUN: MAVERICK

river flows in you (~6.6k | Oneshot | Maverick & Rooster , Iceman/Maverick , Rooster/Hangman)

He swallows and looks away. It’s not a good day. Regardless of how many years pass, Bradley thinks the 29th of July will never be a good day for him.

we don’t know how to rhyme (but damn we try) (~7.2k | Oneshot | Rooster/Hangman)

Bradley sighs and turns to greet his date, an automatic, if not bland smile plastered on his face. It’s when he makes eye contact with the person that his smile falters and falls as if it was never there to begin with.

“You gotta be shitting me,” he breathes, disbelieving, at the same time Hangman hisses, “Oh, fuck no.”

perfect paradise (~2.5k | Incomplete - 1/2 | Maverick & Goose , Iceman/Maverick)

“What’s got you so jumpy, hm?”

Maverick shrugs, eyes falling back to the ocean. “Nothing. Wasn’t expecting to see you, s’all.”

“I’ll bet,” Goose says with a hum.

almost unreal (~3.7k | Complete - 2/2 | Iceman/Maverick & baby Rooster | NSFW ch.1)

“‘M not cute,” he whispers, mock pouting. “I’m hot.”

“Your glacial limbs would argue otherwise.”

wings (~1.1k | Oneshot | Iceman/Maverick)

“I wanna buy a plane.”

Tom trips on air, staggers for half a second before catching himself on his bedside table. “Pardon?”

when the wild winds blow (~2.5k | Incomplete - 1/? | Iceman/Maverick | Volleyball AU)

It’s only then that Pete seems to fully register his position and the perspective it gives him, high in the air. His whole face goes slack as he gapes and gazes with typical childlike wonder at the view above the net.

The view from the top.

In Duke’s words, it’s almost like finally being able to look above the highest wall you’ve ever stood in front of.

mirror of your dreams (~6.3k | Oneshot | Iceman/Maverick, Maverick & everyone | Birthday fic)

“Anyway!” Wood shouts loudly, effectively silencing the group. “We just wanted to wish you a civilized happy birthday, Mav. Wolf kinda ruined that, but what’s new. Hope you enjoy the rest of your day, though, man.”

Maverick leans forward on his chair, and feels as his smile melts into something gentler, softer. “Thanks, guys.” Can’t actually get over the fact that these people are his friends. Friends who remember him, who care about him, who call on what is for them a random-ass Friday afternoon in July, just because it’s his birthday.

PRINCE OF TENNIS (anime)

wonder (382 | Oneshot | Fuji Shuuske/Tezuka Kunimitsu)

“I don’t think your life has to have a purpose, or you a grand ambition; I think it’s okay to just wander through life finding interesting things until you die.”

Once, as they make their way home on a cold autumn day, Fuji makes the mistake of saying this to Tezuka.

PRINCE OF TENNIS (TV 2019)

coming home (to you) (748 | Oneshot | Mu Siyang/Zhuo Zhi)

Amidst the commotion and being squeezed between his overjoyed team mates, Zhuo Zhi doesn't have much of an opportunity to watch Siyang's expression. When he does, though, his heart feels like it might just burst right out of his chest.

heaven help the fool who falls in love (~3.6k | Oneshot | Mu Siyang/Zhuo Zhi)

Zhuo Zhi can only blink at the overwhelming feeling crowding his chest. Divine creature, huh. It is fitting, in a twisted kind of way, given how Siyang is the closest thing to otherworldly Zhuo Zhi has ever seen.

detention? again? (~1.9k | Oneshot | Qiao Chen/Zhang Baiyang)

"You're pressuring me! I can't think under pressure!"

“More like you can't think, period," Baiyang mutters dryly with a roll of his eyes.

#top gun #top gun: maverick #prince of tennis #icemav #hangster #chinapuri #tenipuri #zas writes

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nightmaremp · 5 months ago

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Weremayhem: Song of Beasts. Ch 38: Heart Break

Later, JJ and Nora were in the basement. None of the band members were there like they were supposed to be. “Uh…” JJ started to say as the black haired female checked her watch.

“Did you tell them there was a meeting?” he asked.

“Yep, yeah, I did. This is nuts” replied Label Lady.

“Okay. Good. Yeah” replied JJ.

“I finally make a good on my promise of booking them them the Hollywood Bowl, and they don’t even know because they’re too busy tweeting and Tiktoking” replied Nora with an upset tone.

“Teeth is ignoring his kids as well!” she added with a huff. JJ was about to say something before Floyd came down stairs.

“All right, y’all! Ready for the big news” said the red haired male with a smile on his face.

“Thank you!” said the black haired female with a smile on her face.

“You see, at least, somebody showed up” she added.

“Oh, of course,” replied Floyd Pepper.

“I couldn’t wait to tell y’all about my surprise,” he added.

“Wait, your surprise?” asked Label Lady in shock.

“I got a song on the internet” replied the red haired male. “Surprise!” he added.

“Um, seriously? Because Nora has a whole release strategy…” JJ started to say before Floyd cut him off.

“Ah-ah-ah, just watch the video” replied Floyd Pepper as he press play on the video and showed them.

A ad was playing before the video. “Hit skip ad” said the old lover of Nora. A jingle was playing.

“No, no, no. Skip ad? That’s the best part” replied Floyd. The song about soup that he has written starts to play.

“Right?” the red haired male asked as he looked for a reaction from the two. The song ends. “Ta-da” said Floyd Pepper as he bowed.

“Uh…” the black haired female said as she tried to find her words. “That song is not from the album” she said with a passive aggressive smile on her face.

“Oh, no, it is not” replied the red haired male.

“Hey, remember when I spitefully wrote that love soup about soup?” he asked.

“Well, it was at that very moment when I discovered my true life’s passion. Writing ad jingles to play before internet videos” Floyd added.

“Floyd, you’re part of a famous band. You don’t need to be a jinglist.” replied Nora.

“And you don’t need to step on my dreams” replied Floyd with a bit of a growl like a wolf. He turns away and start to head to the stairs.

“You ain’t gonna tell me that I can’t write mu jingles�� the red haired male added. He sound like a teen going through a emo phase saying “You don’t know me”

“It’s what I do,” said Floyd Pepper as he walked up the stairs. Label Lady sighs.

“It’s what I love. It’s what I am” he added. The black haired female shakes her head.

“What is happening right now?’ she asked in a harsh tone.

“I know, right? It’s like the only way to get that catchy little tune out of my head is with soup” replied JJ.

“No. I’m talking about the Mayhem” replied Nora.

“Since when are they too busy to hang out? They do everything together, always” she added.

“And now, they do everything apart” replied Moog as he walked through the two with a white box. His tone was harsh to them.

“Well done, Label Lady” he added before he left the basement. Nora quickly follow after the mayhem fan as he walks to his trailer.

“Okay, you’ve been taking shots at me all week. Why?” the black haired female asked.

“No deal. I’m good” replied Moog.

“What? Are you leaving?” replied Label Lady.

“Album’s done. So, I’m done, right?’ he replied.

“Come on, Moog. Don’t be like that” replied Nora. “You can’t just go,” she added.

“Why not?” the black haired male replied.

“It just…We did it” replied Label Lady. “I thought we would celebrate this win together” she added.

“Win? You can’t even get the band off their cell phones and down in the studio” replied Moog.

“So, what? They’re enjoying a little independence” replied Nora. “Is that such a bad thing?” the black haired female added.

“When’s the last time you heard them play music?” he replied. She was silent for a moment.

“Literally a minute ago. Yeah, Floyd dropped a single” replied Label Lady.

“You mean jingle,” replied the mayhem fan.

“Yeah, it was a jingle-single” replied the black haired female.

“Okay look, the band is on fire right now, okay?” she added.

“I mean, Penny and Teeth are Youtube superstars,” Nora said.

“Animal’s trending on TikTok,” she added.

“Lips is using the internet to literally change the world and I’m pretty sure Janice is a cult leader by complete accident” said the black haired female.

“So, yeah, the band is blowing up because of me,” she added.

“Yeah, you blew them up all right, cause that’s not the band. Deep down, you know it, too” replied Moog as he turn away from Label Lady and load the box into his trailer.

JJ comes down the stone stairs quickly. “Everything okay, Smooshie?” he asked.

“Smooshie’s fine” replied the mayhem fan. “I was just going,” he added as he shut the door to the trailer.

“Congrats on the album, Nora” the black haired male said. JJ had his arm wrap around the black haired female’s waist.

“Congrats on being a power couple,” he added. His voice sounded so sad and like his soul was slowly breaking into pieces.

“Congrats on everything” said Moog as he walked around the trailer and got into his jeep. Nora sighs. She felt her heart break a bit. The engine of the jeep starts as soon as the mayhem fan close the door.

“Ooh, sweet man. Gonna miss him” said JJ as he turned to Label Lady.

“Yeah, it’s fine. We’ll see him at the Bowl” Nora replied.

“Which reminds me, we have to tell the band about the big news,” she added.

“Or, we could tell it to the whole world,” replied her old lover.

“Yeah, how exactly?” she replied confused.

“I just have to call my friend, God,” replied JJ with a smile. “Oh! Smooshie, I have a question” he added.

“Yes?” she replied.

“When were you going to tell me that Dr. Teeth are a werewolf-like thing?” he asked.

“Oh, well, I couldn’t tell you since I made a promise to the band that I wouldn’t. I guess I could tell you now since you did kinda see the form kind of.” replied Nora.

“Is the band like him?” JJ asked.

“Yes. Janice is a weredeer. Floyd is a werewolf. Animal is a werenewfoundland, a type of weredog. Teeth is werecheshiresmilodon, a hybrid of a cheshire cat and smilodon. Lips is a werelion and Zoot is a weresloth” the black haired female replied.

“Okay” replied her old lover, he is still trying to understand it.

“I know it's crazy and confusing. Promise that you won’t tell anyone about this?” replied Nora.

“I will,” replied JJ with a smile.

“Thank you” replied Label Lady

Meanwhile, Moog drives down the road. He was clearly upset by this whole phone thing and how it affects the band. The black haired male is unaware of a surprise in the back trunk of the jeep.

Lewis and Annie were in the trunk area which is an empty space behind the back seats. He was hiding under a blanket while Annie was sleeping next to him. He couldn’t wait for their dad. The ginger haired boy decides to go with someone who will take care of them and won’t only care about a phone.

A few tears run down his face as he looks at his baby sister. He closed his eyes as he lay on the floor of the trunk area.

#the muppets #muppet mayhem #weremayhemau #dr teeth and the electric mayhem #dr teeth #lips muppet #zoot muppet #floyd pepper #animal muppet #janice muppets #JJ muppet mayhem #lewis teeth #annie teeth #nora singh #moog muppet mayhem

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cherryeol04 · 2 years ago

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Action! | Ch. 25

Genre: Humor, Romance, Slice of life?, Crackheadedness

Pairings: BaekRen, MinRon

Work Count: 1.4K

Summary: From the moment he was casted, Ren wasn't sure if he had what it would take to be a pop idol. Losing faith in himself, he was going to give up the future he had always wanted, but one person stood by his side and renewed his faith. After a hot debut and rapid growth of stardom, Ren started to notice that maybe this person, his close friend, was something more. But how could a straight man even remotely think of a homosexual relationship?

Warnings: Homophobia, some smut (chapters will be marked)

A/N: I wrote this series back in 2012 and used OCs and over the top writing style for arguments. Whoops. Lmao it’s pretty decent though, so I hope you enjoy!

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Baekho’s POV

I can’t explain it. My heart is just so full it feels like it’s going to burst. I never knew love could feel this way. Before, being around Minki never felt like this. But after I lost him for that short time and I realized (with the help of my friends) how much he meant to me, things changed. It was so different now, and at the same time, it was just like it was supposed to be.

“Is this a good spot?” Coming out of my thoughts, I looked at Minki as he stood in a grassy spot of the park, brows raised in question. “Baekho?” he asked me. Moving over to him, I slipped an arm around the other’s waist and pulled him close.

“Any spot is fine as long as you are there.” I told him. His face heated up and pulled away.

“Baekho!” He looked around quickly before lowering his voice. “Stop that. Someone might hear.”

“I don’t care. As long as I have you, I don’t care about the rest of the world.” Minki rolled his eyes and I laughed. It was a bit too much, I knew that, but it was the truth, or at least, that was how I felt.

“You’re silly.” Minki said, shaking his head as he spread out the plaid blanket on the ground and sat down. Joining him, I leaned back and stared up at the sky. “It’s a beautiful day. Thank you for taking me out.” Turning my head, I smiled at him. He was so little and cute and I just loved him so much.

“You’re welcome.” I told him. “It is a beautiful day out and even more beautiful with you around.” He said.

“Hey Baekho.” Minki stared and stared at me. “This whole lovey dovey stuff, you can tone it down a bit.” He said and chuckled. “I like it, but I want my old Baekho back.” He said. I frowned and cocked my head. I don’t understand why the other asked that. I didn’t think I was being so different, but apparently I was.

“I’m sorry.” I said. “I just don’t want to lose you again. I love you so much.” Minki scooted closer and rested his head on my shoulder.

“Don’t worry about it. It’s okay. I love you too Baekie, but you don’t have to lay it on so thick.” Baekie? That was the weirdest nickname I have ever heard someone give me. But coming from Ren, it was cute and I loved it.

“Alright, don’t smooth it on so thick, I get it.” I said and laughed. Sliding my arm around his waist, I held him close and basked in his warmth, just enjoying everything that I was feeling in that moment, memorizing it so I could think back on it later. It was peaceful and silent in the park today. Not too many people. The alone time Minki and I were sharing was just what the doctor ordered after such a long and painful separation.

“Hey guys!” I groaned and buried my face in Minki’s hair. Of all the damn rotten luck. Honestly, I told them specifically I was taking Minki out and we wanted to be alone. Does no one understand the word alone?

“Aron, Minhyun.” Minki spoke and smiled.

“Mind if we join you?” Minhyun asked as he started sitting.

“Yes” I said.

“No.” Minki said at the same time and turned to look at me. I shrugged and sighed. Alright, so this whole romantic date thing…yeah it was over.

Minhyun laughed and sat next to Minki, Aron next to him and wrapped his arm around the other’s waist. When had? Oh yeah, I vaguely remember something about JR muttering Aron and Minhyun getting it on. Poor guy. He was a long way from being a good guy again, but he was making progress. He was at least tolerating the relationships going on.

“Hey, when did you two?” Minki asked, pointing between the two who were so cozy together.

“Ah.” Minhyun blushed. “After you left. Aron asked me out and I said yes.”

“And it was the longest date I’ve ever had.” Aron said and smirked. Mink rolled his eyes at that.

“I think you hit your head one too many times when you were a child.” he said and we laughed. It was a theory we all had about our dear hyung. But, maybe that brain injury was what made Aron who he was.

“Anyway.” Minhyun continued. “After that, things just happened and well…here we are.” He said.

“See Minki, I told you my plan was going to work.” I said and grinned happily. Minki laughed and shook his head.

“Alright, alright. You were right Baekho, it did work.” He agreed and I beamed proudly at myself for creating such a fine couple. “Months later.” He added. My ego deflated and I huffed.

“Well, no need to say it like that.” I muttered, making him laugh. Smiling at him, I pulled him against me in a one armed hug before glancing back at the other two. “Yeah, so here you are. Can I ask why you have to be here?” I asked. They stared at me like I just asked a stupid question, but I know it wasn’t stupid. I didn’t ask stupid questions.

…

Okay, so maybe I did ask stupid questions and do stupid things, but I knew I told them what I had planned for today and for them not to bother us, at all. Period. Why were they here?

“Well…” Minhyun said and looked to Aron.

“We haven’t been out in a while and I thought I would take Minhyun out today.” Aron said with a shrug.

“Yeah but I told you-“

“Yeah.” Aron interjected. “But you didn’t tell me which park you were going to.” He countered. I didn’t? I thought I did? That was strange. Or was Aron lying and did know, but just decided to come anyway to bother us? Yeah that seemed more like something Aron would do.

“It’s alright.” Minki said and smiled. “We were just relaxing and talking.” He said.

“Getting to know one another?” Aron asked with a smirk. He winced when Minhyun smacked his arm.

“Stop it. That’s too personal.” Minhyun muttered and pouted. The other looked, almost jealous.

“Sorry Minnie.” Aron apologized as he leaned over and kissed his cheek.

“You better be sorry.” Minhyun said and glanced back at him, smiling.

“Aw, you two are so cute.” Minki said happily. I knew he was happy for them. I was too. A full year has come to pass since our debut, since my first feelings for Minki started to surface. Three months have passed since our last debut as a group and within those months we lost Minki, Aron and Minhyun started a relationship and Minki was brought back. We’ve had one hell of a year together as Nu’est. JR’s antics, and everyone’s feelings. It’s felt like a lifetime has passed. Do other groups feel this way when they have drama going on?

Maybe. But it’s over now. Things have been resolved and I have my Minki back. My Minki. I’m sure as hell not going to do anything to ever ruin this again.

“Yeah, cute.” I said. “So can you go be cute somewhere else?” I asked.

“Baekho!” Minki said and smacked my arm.

“Ow! So mean Minki.” I whined, rubbing the spot and sighing.

“It’s okay Minki.” Minhyun said and stood, pulling Aron with him. “We get it. We’ll see you back at the dorm.” He told him. Minki nodded and watched them start to walk away and laughed at Minhyun’s comment.

“Oppa, buy me some ice cream.”

I snorted. Yeah, those two were made for each other. I’m glad they’re finally happy. But now we were finally alone. Leaning in, I nuzzled Minki’s neck gently before kissing it softly. I felt his body shiver and he pulled away.

“Baekho.” He whispered and I looked down at him. “Not here.” I smiled and nodded. So not here, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t going to do it later somewhere else. “Let’s just lay back and enjoy the day.” He said as he fell onto his back, arms under his head. I watched him for a moment before falling back myself and laying there. This was a perfect day, lying next to Minki in a quiet park, with a promise of a bright future together. It couldn’t get any better than this.

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belboed · 2 years ago

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guys they’re proud of their identity have u heard that they’re proud of their identity (it’s they for them not he or she)

#monster high #monster high g3 #frankie stein #g3 frankie stein #i’m love them so mu ch #the redesign ever #obsessed with their outfit #and their HAIR #literally couldn’t care less for the rest of them i just #i love g3 frankie so much

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mrstaeminlee · 4 years ago

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Mission Complete Ch. 3

You had two goals in life. One: Complete your squad training without dying. Two: Fuck Levi Ackerman

Pairings: Levi/f!reader

Warnings: Swearing, eventual smut, lmk if I need to add anything~

Two months later

This was it. This is what everything your training had led up to.

Your first mission outside the walls with Captain Levi. The mission itself was fairly simple, more of a test run than anything really, for Levi to see how his new squad would respond to him and each other under the immediate threat of Titans. Everyone had gone over the training formation so many times you knew everyone's position by heart. You all were to ride to the Titan forest, arrive as close to sunset as possible, and work on constructing a makeshift shelter in the trees. You had wriggled your way up to being Levi's second in command, and all thirst aside (although she was a persistent one), you held a great amount of respect for him.

You tied your hair back before giving yourself one last once-over in the mirror, nodding satisfactorily at what you saw before jogging to the entrance of the camp where the captain was waiting for you. "Sorry Cap, were you waiting long?" You piped, proud of yourself for your unwavering ability to speak like a normal person in the presence of the man you wanted to deep throat.

Levi frowned. "How many times do I have to tell your stupid ass to stop calling me Cap. You know I hate that."

You shrugged. "Guess I'm too stupid to remember you telling me, so it's probably gonna be a while." I feel like it would put a strain on our professional relationship to call you Daddy in front of the entire squad

"You're an idiot. Let's go, we're running late. We only have today to buy the supplies we need for the mission. Did you grab the list I gave you yesterday?"

You nodded, patting your ass where the paper sat nice and folded in your pocket. "Sure did, wanna check?" you winked. Damn, you were ballsy today.

"Not on your life. Come on." Okay, that one stung a little bit.

You pouted, feeling a genuine amount of hurt as you both saddled your horses and began the trip to town. You were comfortable enough to occasionally flirt with the captain when you were alone, making sure to play it off as though it meant nothing. He never reciprocated your flirtations, but from what you could tell he didn't seem outwardly repulsed by them and he never told you to stop, so you figured you were on safe grounds. You were still just as clueless as the first day if he held any type of special feelings for you; you almost cursed your ability as an excellent scout, because that meant he really did choose you as his second based on talent as opposed to some hidden attraction. You were beginning to wonder if maybe he wasn't even interested in sex, you really had no other explanation for someone of his position with those looks to not at the very LEAST have a little side fuck here and there. Your personal conversations were kept to a minimum, but thanks to you both running into each other in the mess hall late at night on multiple occasions for a midnight cup of tea you knew the basics of his past from the underground, you knew his mother was a topic you knew better than to breach, and you knew the gist of him being dragged into the scouts by Erwin, which was more than you could say for the rest of the squad. He had never mentioned a woman -or man for that matter- and thanks to your late night habits you had never heard him trying to sneak anyone in or out of his chambers. You had resigned yourself to being a thirsty little bitch for the rest of whatever life the Scout Regiment decided to grant you, which reminded you that you absolutely had to find a way to sneak from the captain long enough to buy a new dildo, seeing as old faithful finally decided to bite the dust.

"Oi, are you planning on looking anywhere else the rest of this ride or are you just going to keep staring at me the entire time?"

You blinked rapidly, shaking your head. "Sorry Cap, guess I just spaced out and you were the lucky target of my loving gaze," you teased.

Levi decided to ignore the nickname in favor of his next statement. "That's not like you. Just because we aren't in Titan territory doesn't mean you don't get to be off your guard. There could still be danger nearby," he chided.

"Well it's a good thing you're here to protect me, my big, strong Captain," you cooed.

He was quiet for a moment and you nudged your horse forward, worried you had seriously pissed him off. If there was one thing Levi did not tolerate, it was laziness. When you were right next to him you peered over, frowning slightly. "Sorry Captain, I shouldn't have spaced so mu-Oh fuck me, are you blushing?" The pink hue across Levi's cheeks was unmistakable. Holy shit. You had done it. You had made Captain Levi fucking blush. You. You made him blush, and you hadn't even brought up getting fucked.

Levi made a show of moving his horse away from yours, clearing his throat loudly. "Get your mind out of the gutter, fucking brat. If you're going to be so goddamn annoying just go back to whatever daydream you were entertaining, I shouldn't have wasted my time. Fucking idiot." The fact he was even more ruthless only further confirmed what you knew. You smirked, not caring if he saw you as you strode leisurely along him.

"Whatever you say, Captain."

You laughed off the death glare he sent you.

The arrival into town was as smooth as expected. Deciding to drop the issue of the earlier little incident, you two set out, bargaining and bartering your way through countless shops to gather the supplies you would need for the upcoming mission on the limited funds you had been given. Overall the trip came out successful; you had even managed to sneak another replacement for your pillow pal while Levi went off to to get his monthly tea supply, and it now sat hidden amongst some other items you had purchased for yourself. It was dusk by the time you both had gathered everything you needed, and now pouring rain, rendering your lanterns useless. The already miserable and wet nature of the trip quickly took a turn for the worse when you picked up on the presence of something surrounding you. One glance at Levi told you he was aware of the threat and he discreetly glanced to the side where most of the threat seemed to be coming from. He mouthed the number twelve and you swallowed hard. Even with his talent, neither of you could see a thing in this rain, and you couldn't afford to lose the supplies you had worked all day to get. You reached for the pistol on your hip, blinking quickly at the rain that dripped into your eyes. Your horse was the one pulling the supply wagon, it would be up to you to make sure it wasn't stolen.

"Now!"

You jumped at the sound of the foreign voice, jumping off of your horse and landing on the cart, drawing your pistol in one hand and your knife in the other. It was all a blur from there, one minute you were struggling in a fight against two hooded men trying to knock you off, the next you were in the air, and you were only vaguely aware of the captain yelling your name before everything went black.

Tags: @levisbebe, @dannylothbrok @sueshiishell

This chapter goes out to @anackermangirl much wuv

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captain-josslett · 4 years ago

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Who Do You Choose?

Summary: Alex and Emma Danvers have been taken and only one can be saved. But who?

Pairings: Emma Danvers x Lena Luthor, Alex Danvers x Maggie Sawyer

Warnings: Angst, Character Death

Word Count: 1.2k+

Hi! This is my first time posting! I came up with this idea while at work and daydreamed about it for hours!

Set within Supergirl and I have named Baby Danvers. I tried writing in the Reader style but I’m not quite there yet. Also I love angst... so... fair warning!

I have dyslexia so any spelling or grammatical errors... I’m blaming that!

Thank you for reading and any feedback will be greatly appreciated.

Special thanks to @thewitchandtheassassin, @supergirl-writingz, @life-is-hella-unfair, @blackkwidowed, @natasharomanoffismywife, @natasha-danvers, @thewidowintheweb and many more awesome writers that have inspired me to write and been so supportive.

Kara and Maggie pace frantically around the command centre of the DEO, while Lena stands perfectly still. Her arms crossed tightly over her chest as she stares at the monitors.

“Incoming call. It’s blocking the signal though.” Winn calls out making Kara and Maggie freeze, before standing next to Lena.

“Answer it.” J’onn responds, quickly glancing at the petrified women.

Lex Luthor’s face fills the screen. “Well, well, well, if it isn’t my dear little sister.” Lena doesn’t respond. Her anger and fear kept her jaw tightly shut. “What? No greetings for you beloved brother?” She just keeps glaring at Lex. “Fair enough, I would probably feel the same way if you took someone I love.”

“Didn’t know you could feel love.” Kara spits out.

“My, my, the super is angry! And here I was calling to let you know the locations of your sisters.” Lex smirked.

“You wouldn’t give us that information so easily. What’s the catch?” Maggie asks, placing her hands on her hips.

“Well, okay.” Lex’s smirk turns serious. “Let’s play a little game shall we?” The silence in the DEO is deafening as they wait for Lex to continue. Who seems to be enjoying himself way too much. He presses a button and on two monitors either side of his shows the two sisters. Both are tied up to a chair in a dark warehouse. Alex is yelling while Emma is silent. “They are in two separate locations. Each building is set to explode. But, you can only choose one. If you go to both locations. Both of the bombs will detonate.” Lex’s smirk appears again. “So, my question is. Who do you choose? You have 30 minutes.”

Lex’s face disappears and is replaced with a countdown.

“Fuck!” Maggie yells punching down on the desk in front of her. Winn’s fingers race across the keyboard as he deciphers the code Lex sent. Lena leans down to see if she can help.

“Maggie?!” Everyone looks up at the screen showing Alex who yells for Maggie while looking around for her.

“Alex?” Emma’s voice weakly calls out after hearing her sister.

“Emma?!” Alex calls out again, desperately trying to get out of the ropes around her.

“Babe, Emma, it’s me, listen we are tracking you guys down, we just need you to hang tight for a little bit longer okay?” Tears fill Maggie’s eyes but she pushes them away.

“Okay.” Alex breathes out, having heard what Lex had said. “Kara?”

“Yea I’m here.” Kara tries to keep her voice strong for her sisters.

“Promise me you’ll go get Emma.”

“No! Alex don’t say that!” Emma yells but soon she’s doubled over against the ropes, coughing violently.

“Emma? Are you okay? You don’t sound too good.” Alex asks, a deep frown appearing on her forehead. Worried for her baby sister.

“I’ve been better, probably shouldn’t have put up a fight against the guys who took us.” Emma coughs feeling blood dribble down her lip.

Lena’s eyes go wide at the sight as she straightens up behind Winn. “Emma! Just hold on okay?” Lena calls out, the fear bubbling up inside her. She steps closer to the monitor showing Emma.

“Lee?”

“Hi Em.” Lena tries to sound unaffected, tries to sound calm.

“Look, Lee, I’m sorry this is the wrong time to say it, but, I love you. I love you so much and I’m so sorry I didn’t say it sooner.” Tears stream down Emma’s face. “I had it all planned, a candlelit dinner of your favourite food and a bottle of wine that cost a month’s rent.”

Lena finally breaks down, she holds her hand in front of her mouth to silence the sobs threatening to explode any moment. Kara places a comforting hand on Lena’s shoulder. She grinds her teeth together feeling her heart break for her sister and best friend.

“Lee?” Emma frowns, worrying she has overstepped.

“I- I love you too.” Lena gasps out.

Emma smiles sadly. She’s been waiting to hear those words for a long time. ‘At least I’ve finally heard them.’ Emma thinks before turning her attention to her other sister. “Kara?”

“Yes little one?” Kara’s voice hitches as she tries to keep her tears from falling.

“Promise me you won’t let the guilt take over you. That you won’t let the anger destroy you.” Emma looks directly at the camera, pleading with Kara through the lens. “We all know its Alex you should save-”

“No! Em!” Alex yells, cutting Emma off. “Kara don’t listen to her! She’s our baby sister, we swore to protect her!”

“Got it!” Winn yells and everyone's attention turns to another monitor as it shows the locations, on opposite sides of the city. Name’s flash under the locations, Emma’s name to the West and Alex’s to the East. Kara takes off immediately and hovers in the middle of the two.

“Kara, please listen. I took an oath to serve and protect. If you come to get me we would be breaking that oath and-”

“Alex! Stop!” Emma shouts before having another coughing fit. “Listen Alex, the world needs you. Kara needs you. If I die the world won’t notice. But if you die-” Emma has to stop to compose herself. “You are worth so much, your passion, your heart. I couldn’t have asked for a better sister.”

“I don’t know what to do.” Kara sounds broken as she looks back and forth between the two locations.

“You know what you need to do Kara.” Alex shakes as the adrenaline pumps through her. She knows she will die soon.

“Alex.” Kara breaks down as she turns her attention to the West.

“It’s okay Kara.” Alex leans her head back and allows the tears to build in her eyes.

“What? No! Kara don’t!” Emma yells, causing her ribs to protest but she keeps yelling, begging Kara not to save her.

“Maggie?” Alex asks softly, causing Emma’s shouts to stop, allowing Alex to talk to her fiancé.

“I’m here babe.” Maggie chokes out.

“I’m sorry I won’t be able to make it tonight.” Closing her eyes Alex sniffs, a few tears slip out.

“It’s okay. I lo-love you so mu-ch.” Maggie’s own tears fall quick and fast, she can’t hide her whimpers anymore. Lena places an arm around the detective.

“I love you too.” Alex tries to convey all her love in those few words. Hoping it’s enough to keep Maggie going.

“Alex.” Emma whimpers.

“Love you peanut.” Alex smiles sadly, knowing Emma will be safe.

“Love you more.”

Kara nears Emma’s location, tears pouring down her face as she listens to the exchanges of love. She prepares herself as she crashes through the warehouse roof right in front of -

“Kara?!” Alex’s eyes are wide at the sight of her sister in front of her. “No! Emma!”

“Kara! The countdown accelerated! You need to get out of there now!” Winn yells through the coms.

Kara springs into action by ripping the ropes off of the screaming Alex. Grabbing her thrashing sister she leaps into the air high above the warehouse. She turns in the direction of the other warehouse and zooms towards it. Alex screaming for Emma all the way.

“Guys?” Emma’s voice is calm as she accepts her fate. She looks straight into the camera. “I love you all so much and I-”

A huge explosion roars through the comms. Everyone at the DEO gasp as they see the explosion before the screen goes blank.

A high pitch noise fills Lena’s head. Maggie is trying to talk to her but it sounds like her voice is under water. Her world tilts before fading to black.

#supergirl #supergirl tv #supergirl imagine #supergirl fanfic #supergirl baby danvers #supergirl fanfiction #lena luthor x baby danvers #alex danvers x maggie sawyer #alex danvers x baby danvers #kara danvers x baby danvers #lena luthor imagine #alex danvers imagine #kara danvers imagine #b!d #baby danvers

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takerfoxx · 3 years ago

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Here, have some more of the WN girls watch The Rebellion Story, this time stretching from Moemura turning back into classic Homura while monologuing to herself to when she shoots herself in the head!

Yes, this is the one with the gunfight.

Reminder:

G=Gretchen

H=Homulilly

Op=Ophelia

Ok=Oktavia

Ca=Candeloro/Mami

Ch=Charlotte

...

Op: Dramatic transformation!

H: All I did was take off my glasses and ribbons.

Op: And you did so dramatically! Complete with a slo-mo hair flick while framed by the full moon!

Ch: Which is apparently about to crash into the city, given how close it is.

Ok: “This is a witch’s labyrinth.” Gee, yah think?!

…

Ok: Okay, where exactly are you headed?

H: Deep into the bowels of the earth, apparently.

Op: Quick! To the Homu-Cave!

G: So, uh, can you see all those windows with the witches, or…?

H: Probably not. It probably still looks normal to me.

Op: Now that just sucks! If you’re going to monologue dramatically you at least ought to be able to appreciate the accompanying visuals!

Ch: “Previously, on Homura Magica…”

G: We probably should have watched the show first. Maybe then all of this would make sense.

Ch: I sincerely doubt it.

…

Ch: Why do all of my scenes have me looking like some brand of idiot?

Ok: Have you seen yourself whenever you get within sniffing distance of a piece of mozzarella? If anything, the doll you is way more composed!

Ch: Oh, so I stick teacups on top of my head, is that what you’re saying?

Op: No, usually you smash them and anything else that’s between you and that sweet, sweet cheesy goodness.

…

Ok: Oh, exposition!

Ch: About my idiot counterpart. I really hope I am the villain and this is all some kind of clever ruse, because otherwise, my God.

G: This is really cute, though. And at least you two are close in this universe too!

Ch: I’m basically a pet.

Ca: Well, if I must have a pet, I’m glad that it’s you.

Ch: Woof-woof.

=from outside, Cheese starts screeching=

Che: Bitch-ass cayennnnnne!

Ca: Whoops. He heard.

…

Ch: …Candy? Are you okay?

Ca: I’m…fine. Just memories.

G: You mean it was really like that?

Ca: Well, Charlotte obviously wasn’t a doll, we weren’t trapped in a bizarre facsimile of the city, and there were no Nightmares, but yes. It was a lonely time.

Op: Because of me, wasn’t it?

Ca: Ophelia, you had literally just lost your family, and I…wasn’t as sympathetic as I ought to have been. So no. It wasn’t because of you. Besides, we did make up later. Had a long conversation and everything. There were even tears.

Op: Well, that’s good to hear.

Ca: Actually, it was pretty close to how it is in the movie, once everyone had shown up. The five of us spending all our time together. Fighting together, training together, celebrating together, and just being girls together. For me, it was probably the happiest I had ever been.

Ok: Right up until my love life went sour.

Ca: Oh, there was so much more to it than just that. Besides, it was all just a temporary thing, a staving off the inevitable. What we have now might be much less exciting but is so much better.

Op: I dunno. Fighting demonic teddy-bears every night sounds like my idea of a good time.

Ca: We didn’t have teddy-bears, remember?

Op: Well, we should have.

…

Ok: Um…Homulilly?

H: Well, this has gotten interesting.

Op: You know, there are a lot of jokes I could be making about you freezing time right next to your crush, but I won’t.

H: Thank you.

G: I don’t get it...Actually, I do. Never mind.

Ok: Shoot the rat! He’s right there!

Ch: Oh, no. She’s going after me. Huh.

H: Huh indeed.

=Charlotte and Homulilly shoot each other an odd look=

Op: So…are we gonna get Homulilly vs. Charlotte?

H: More of Homura vs. Bebe, it seems.

Ch: So…I am the villain.

Op: If you’re lucky, you’ll get an overly dramatic and campy solo number, complete with a pipe organ!

…

G: This is getting a little hard to watch.

Ch: It’s not me.

G: It kind ofis.

H: Charlotte, I would like to take this moment to say that you are a dear friend of mine, and the actions of my counterpart do not reflect my feelings.

Ch: Thanks. Same.

=pause=

Ch: Though could your other self please stop choking me? It is getting kind of weird.

…

Op: Okay, that cinches it! Homura can definitely see the weird!

Ok: How do you figure?

Op: The fact that she’s leaping from dessert tray on a stick to dessert tray on a stick! Why would she be doing that unless she could see them?

Ok: I don’t know. Maybe they just look like telephone poles to her.

H: No, the illusion has clearly dropped, at least for me.

Ch: I’m about to get executed and that’s what you choose to focus on?

Op: For all you know you’re about to snap and bite Homura’s head off.

Ch: I…seriously doubt that. I mean, she is kind of the main character.

Ok: Though hey, wouldn’t that be such a wicked twist? To build up someone as a super-important character only to kill them off like a quarter of the way through?

=Candeloro frowns, a puzzled look on her face=

…

Op: Erm…

H: Well, this is certainly condescending.

Ca: It’s not inaccurate, though. I did struggle with many doubts and insecurities, and often found it difficult to put on a brave face.

Ch: That’s just called being human, babe.

Op: Most humans never went through what we went through.

Ca: That’s also true. Like I said, Homura isn’t wrong. I often felt like I was on the edge of cracking. There was more than one time when one of you would get hurt during a fight, and I would make a big show of being calm and unbothered. I’d encourage you and maybe lightly scold you for letting your guard down, and when you were all healed up I’d reassure everyone that I knew everything would be fine and try my best to carry on as normal. And then, when everyone was gone, I’d spend the rest of the night crying. You were right to assume I would react badly if you accused my close companion of being some kind of nefarious villain.

=long, uncomfortable pause=

H: Maybe so, but I think that my other self here wasn’t in the habit of giving people the benefit of the doubt. I think that her frequent failures might cause her to assume the worst of everyone, and act accordingly. I don’t think that she is giving you a fair shake.

Ca: That’s sweet of you to say so, Homulilly. But realistically speaking, she had reason not to trust me with this information.

…

Ch: Yeesh.

H: It’s okay. You can say it.

Ch: Say what?

H: That this alternate version of myself is kind of…shall we say…

Ok: Incredibly terrifying?

H: Just a little psychotic, yes.

G: Well, I mean, considering what she went through. You were lucky to stop after four loops. How many times did she have to relive my death over and over?

Ch: Still doesn’t make watching me get shoved up against a wall and the life choked out of me any more fun to watch.

…

Ch: Hold up!

Op: Well, hey! Wife to the rescue!

Ca: But…how…?

G: Oh. That is…a long ribbon.

Op: Did you have that attached to her foot the whole time?

Ca: I mean, I guess…

Ok: How did she even know you were up to something?

Ca: Intuition, I suppose. Maybe the lack of glasses and the new hairstyle tipped me off?

Ok: Why would that-

Ca: I don’t know, I’m just throwing guesses out.

H: Well, consider me impressed. Clearly, this other me underestimated you.

Ca: Thank you.

Ch: OKAY! If having my stupid doll face on every billboard in town doesn’t tip you off, then nothing will!

G: Homura’s probably the only one that can see it like that. Mami probably just sees a shoe advertisement or something.

Ch: You know what? That’s actually kind of a relief.

…

Ok: Oh, shit!

Ch: Could you stop trying to kill me? Please?

H: Believe me, if I could stop me, I would.

Op, suddenly sitting up straighter: Hold on, is this going where I think it’s going?

Ok: I think it is! I think it is!

Ca: Oh, here we go.

G: What?

Ok: Homura and Mami are going to fight!

G: Oh. Oh!

H: Candeloro, just like I said with Charlotte, the actions and beliefs of this alternate self of mine-

Ca: Homulilly, relax. It’s fine. These other versions of ourselves took different paths than we did. I don’t hold any of this against you.

H: Likewise.

Ca: Good.

=pause=

Op: Fifty talents on Mami.

Ch: Oh, good Lord.

Ok: You’re on! Time stop, Fee! That’s so overpowered!

Op: Which our girl neutralized without Little Miss Sleuth even knowing.

H: Is this really-

Op: Plus Mami’s the veteran fighter, remember? The tanky heavy?

Ok: Uh, Homura’s got multiple timeloops of experience, okay. That trumps Mami’s couple of years.

Ca: It was more like three…

G: I’m in! I’m betting on Lilly!

H: On Homura. I’m not fighting anyone.

Ok: Same diff! You better win, though. We’ve got money riding on this.

Ch: Well, I’m joining Fee and betting on Mami. I think you’ll find her more of a handful than you’re bargaining for.

Ca: Out of all the childish-

Ch: Buck up! You’ve got fifty talents to win me!

=Homulilly extends her hand across the couch=

H: Hey. May the best fighter win.

=pause, then Candeloro sighs and shakes her hand=

Ca: Oh, why not. You’re on!

…

Ch: Well, that ribbon ain’t going nowhere. Time stop, still neutralized.

Op: Ha! What I say?

Ca: My Bebe’s life is in danger. My will is resolute.

Ch: You are not turning Bebe into a pet name.

Ok: Come on, come on. Get with the fighting already!

=long pause as Mami and Homura have their staredown, and then they leap…=

Op: Oh, yeah! Here we go!

…

Op: Holy shit!

Ok: Go! Go!

G: Wow. That is a lot of guns.

…

Ch: Come on, babe. You can do this.

Ok: THIS! IS! SO! FREAKING! COOL!

G: Look at their faces! They still don’t want to hurt each other.

Ch: Oh, come on, doll-me! Get out of there already!

…

Op and Ch: Let’s go, Mami!

Ok and G: Ho-Mu-Ra!

Op: Let’s go, Mami!

Ok and G: Ho-Mu-Ra!

H: This is easily the weirdest thing we’ve ever done.

Ok: Oh, what? The thing with the sea-monster wasn’t weirder?

H: That was just…messy! We’re watching me and Candeloro’s alternate future selves in a fight to the death and you four are treating it like a pro-wrestling event!

Ca: Yeah. And I’m going to win.

=pause=

H: Did I say you could stop chanting?

Ok and G: Ho-Mu-Ra!

…

Op: Downtown is getting fuuuucked uuuup!

Ch: Just wait until she unfreezes time.

G: Jeez, I can’t tell if you’re both terrible shots or just extremely good at dodging!

H: Definitely the second.

Ok: And now we come to the stand-off.

Op: Nowhere to go, barely any room to breathe. Hey, Lilly, is the kinetic force of those bullets maintained?

H: What?

Op: I know they’re stuck in time, but can you just pluck them out of the air, or would you still be damaged by the heat and contained momentum?

H: I…have no idea.

Op: Best not to touch them then.

H: Probably smart.

…

Op: And time starts up…now.

G: Oh, that looks so unsafe.

Ok: Yeah! I mean, sure, if they hold still they won’t get hit with the bullets right next to them. But the freaking air was full of them! What’s keeping a spray of bullets from raining down from above and turning their heads into swiss cheese? Oh, sorry Char.

Ch: Y’know, unlike my moronic counterpart, I can hear the word “cheese” without freaking out.

Op: And that’s not getting into ricochets. They ought to be perforated right now.

Ca: My bullets were magic. They only ricocheted when I wanted them to. Most times they’d either pierce right through or exploded on impact.

Op: Homura’s aren’t.

Ca: True.

…

Ok: So much for your surroundings. Where the hell are you guys anyway?

H: Looks like some kind of cathedral. Only a very…eccentric one.

Ok: City’s getting weirder by the minute.

G: It could be symbolic for something. Like, I don’t know, violence in a place of sanctuary or…something?

Ch: Or gothic architecture just makes for an awesome place to stage an action scene and the animators and directors know it.

Ok: Stop killing the magic!

Op: Though, hell, speaking of which, would they actually die if they got shot? I mean, I know it would hurt, but…

Ca: Hypothetically? No. So long as the soul gem itself was unharmed, any damage would eventually heal.

G: Like we do?

Ca: Er, sort of, but not in the same way. Their bodies are still flesh and blood. Injuries back then tended to be…messy. And healing used up magic, and if those injuries were too great…

Ok: Witch time?

Ca: Bingo.

…

Ch: “Not getting anywhere.” Now there’s the understatement of the year.

G: So who won? Was it a draw?

Ca: So far, but I don’t think it’s over yet.

H: Indeed. I seem to be…up to something.

Op: Okay, if none of those big honkin’ rifles and machine-guns weren’t working, what good is that little peashooter, gonna…hold on!

=Homura puts the gun to her head. Half-a-second of stunned silence, and then everyone starts yelling at once=

G: Oh, no. Oh, no.

Ch: Oh, my God. They are going there.

Op: Okay. OKAY!

Ok: What the hell is she doing?!

Ca: No, no, no, no, no, no, no…

H: What is wrong with you?! Why are you like this?!

=bang=

=collective scream=

#WN Rebellion MST

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if-the-crown-fits-translate-it · 4 years ago

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Discord pt 51

[Date: 27/07, 04.00 AM - 04.28 AM GMT]

[CW: Blood, stalking]

fetch: “uh

guys

I think my nose is bleeding again

the c ountdown

I think it was for m e”

page: “:)”

C R O W N: “:)”

donti: “fetch! are you ok?”

emuhlee: “what do you mean ‘for you’”

fetch: “my. nose is bleeding again

my head hurts

I. I dont know whats happening”

fetch: “I think crowns trying to get me again”

donti: “is the music playing?”

fetch: “No I’m not even listening to the song

I’m not doing anything but I know he’s here

Somewhere”

donti: “take a few deep breaths, are you pinching your nose?”

fetch: “I can’t do anyth in g to stop it its blee ding too mu ch” [I can’t do anything to stop it. Its bleeding too much]

C R O W N: “:)”

Viscount: “:)”

fetch: “you

you all

what

do you want”

page: “:)”

fetch: “from me

what did I do

guys i

my head hurts”

fetch: “mona isn’t home

she’s at work for the next hour

f uck [fuck]

im all alone”

fetch: “is this what he was planning. was he trying to get me alone .”

Grimm (They/Them): “Yeah, talk to us fetch.”

fetch: “I’m tal king” [I’m talking]

donti: “thats good thats good now what did you have for lunch today”

fetch: “I had. a. bowl of leftovers.

soup i think

god my fucking hea d .” [god my fucking head]

moon: “have you had dinner yet?”

fetch: “no”

[The song “Puppet” from the Ib Soundtrack play on loop again in the VC; whoever, Fetch does not join the VC.]

C R O W N: “Oh fetch~ Come listen with me :)”

fetch: “the. the song.

no”

fetch: “no no no no NOT AGAIN NOT THIS TIME”

page: “It's a lovely song! :)”

fetch: “”NOT THIS TIME YOU CANT T AKE M E AG AIN” [Not this time. You can’t take me again]

fetch: “PLEASE I JUS T G OT BA CK” [Please I just got back]

fetch: “.”

page: “Come on Fetch! You'll love this song!”

fetch: “he’s outside.”

fetch: “i know he’s outside.”

fetch: “i cant go”

fetch: “i can’t escape him”

fetch: “I cant

i”

C R O W N: “Fetch~ :)”

fetch: “i”

fetch: “i c a n t” [I can’t]

fetch: “i”

page: “Oh! Are we playing hide and seek! I love that game! :D”

C R O W N: “I know you love this song, Fetch. It makes you so sleepy :)”

fetch: “hes outside.”

fetch: “hes staring at me.”

fetch: “i can’t scream”

fetch: “i cant move”

“hes staring at me through the cracks in the blinds”

[Fetch’s profile picture changes to having a crown with one pink gem rather than with three red ones.]

fetch: “hes”

fetch: “he is

I cant”

fetch: “...”

[Fetch’s username changes to “Knight 👑”.]

C R O W N: “:)”

Knight: “...”

page: “Knight you're back! Hi hi hi! You missed quite a bit! :D”

Knight: “Y o u t h o u g h t y o u c o u l d g e t r i d o f m e t h a t e a s i l y ?” [You thought you could get rid of me that easily?]

C R O W N: “:)”

page: “:)”

C R O W N: “Welcome back, Knight :)”

Knight: “Y o u t h i n k y o u c o u l d h a v e h i m b a c k ?” [You think you could have him back?]

Knight: “I. A m. S t i l l. H e r e.” [I. Am. Still. Here.]

C R O W N: “:)”

Knight: “I k n o w w h a t g a m e y o u p l a y.” [I know what game you play.]

[NewRa: “Knight what do you remember?”]

Knight: “I r e m e m b e r e v e r y t h i n g.” [I remember everything.]

page: “Why do you all seem so upset? Knight’s back you all should be happy”

Knight: “I r e m e m b e r. . . Y o u b a r k i n g d o g s.” [I remember... You barking dogs.]

[Jack the Observer: “Happy to have you back, Knight :)”]

Knight: “D o n t t r y t o f o o l m e w i t h y o u r f a k e j o y.” [Don’t try to fool me with your fake joy.]

[katichu (derogatory): “Page, you wouldn’t understand”]

page: “Why wouldn’t I! I was happy when your friend came back but now your not happy when mine is back...Every Court member is like an older sibling”

C R O W N: “How are you feeling, Knight? :)”

[Renboo: “hello knight how have you been?”]

Knight: “I h a v e b e e n. . . D y i n g.” [I have been... Dying.]

[Knight: “I h a v e b e e n. . . D y i n g.”]

page: “Oh no! Are you alright? Can I help?”

[C R O W N: “How are you feeling, Knight? :)”]

Knight: “I a m f e e l i n g. . . M u c h. M u c h. B e t t e r. T h a n k y o u :)” [I am feeling... Much. Much. Better. Thank you :)]

[page: “Oh no! Are you alright? Can I help?”]

Knight: “I j u s t n e e d. T i m e t o a d j u s t. T h a n k y o u , P a g e :)” [I just need. Time to adjust. Thank you, page :)]

[donti: “Its good that Knights alright”]

page: “Yes yes it is! Now we can all be one big happy family!”

C R O W N: “Can I see your big happy smile? :)”

Knight: “:)”

C R O W N: “:)”

Knight: “B i g s m i l e s.” [Big smiles]

[Knight: “I j u s t n e e d. T i m e t o a d j u s t. T h a n k y o u , P a g e :)” [I just need. Time to adjust. Thank you, page :)]]

page: “Of course! I’m so happy you’re back!”

C R O W N: “:)”

[donti: “Im really happy for you! But our friend is missing again, so you can see why some of us are upset”]

page: “Missing? But it happened before right? He’ll show back up eventually!”

[Povas: “>:(”]

page: “No no! Don’t be upset!”

[Povas: “>:(”]

C R O W N: “... :)”

[katichu (derogatory): “:(”]

C R O W N: “:)”

[jayyyyyyyy: “:/”]

C R O W N: “:)”

[donti: “Youre right! Could you keep a lookout for us? :) ”]

page: “Of course anything for my beloved friends! :)”

[Continued in pt 52.]

#tw blood #by:crown #by:fetch #by:viscount #if the crown fits #on:discord #tw stalking #by:knight #by:page

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thestarwrites · 4 years ago

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All Right, All Might: Ch.11

After all of the counseling with class 1-A, All Might and Patho finally get to go on their first date, but hero work always just has to get in the way, doesn’t it? WE FINALLY GET TO THE SMUT EVERYONE, CONGRATULATIONS.

Word Count: 3,506

Rating: R

——————— CHAPTER ELEVEN: A NIGHT JUST FOR US: part 2

The citizens who stood around all began to cheer as they saw All Might, their champion, punch the wild and ferocious villain in the face. Keri couldn’t help but smile with them as they heard sirens in the distance, a silent tear slid down her cheek as she watched him stand over the villain in triumph. Laughing and waving to the people, saying hello, but telling them to stay back in case the villain woke up and attacked again.

I gotta be this, I gotta be All Might for as long as I’m able to be.

She heard his words from last night echo in her head. She slowly formed a pink ball over her palm and sent it to him. It connected with All Might’s chest and filled him with pride, he averted his gaze to find her in the crowd, and when his eyes met her, he smiled like he was his young self again. The genuine and warm smile of a man who could conquer the whole world. He felt warm and sure - and happy. Happy not only because he saved people from what would have been an agonizing death, but because when he looked up his girl was in the crowd. His girl was cheering him on, his girl believed in him.

“Excuse me citizens!” A policeman called out as he came into the street, “We have to collect the villain please!” The people stepped out of the way as the cop spoke to Toshinori about the villains quirk before he radioed in and two other men came over with a straight jacket and a quirk-canceling cuff for around his neck.

Patho stood on the sidelines, watching with a smile on her face, no one noticed her, no one thanked her, All Might as always completely out-shined her. But it was alright, she didn’t want the attention, it was enough that she could help him. He continued to shake hands and sign autographs for people as they fawned over him.

He was truly a wonder. She could tell just how happy he was to be so adored, but not for the attention, but because he valued the people and respected his position.

After forty-five minutes the man finally had some space to look for his girlfriend. Finally when he spied her smiling and sitting on a discarded stack of palettes he walked to her, “There you are- why didn’t you come find me?”

She blushed and smiled, “Too busy watching you.”

“Watching me?” He chuckled, “Now why on earth would you want to do that? I ruined our date.”

Shaking her head she sighed dreamily, “You couldn’t ruin a thing, dummy.”

He cupped her cheek gently, “You’re crying.”

“I’m happy,” she chuckled when he cocked his head to the side in confusion, “I feel like a young girl in high school again, getting to watch you work. Getting to see you smile and wave and talk to your adoring public. I just... am committing all of these moments with you to memory. Not every girl gets to look up at her hero and know at the end of the day he’s coming home with her.”

Smiling softly he nodded, “I understand, you were amazing back there, Ree.”

She sighed and leaned into his touch, “I played my thankless part.”

“It’s not thankless.”

“I have no fans, I have to public adoration. I’m a second rate support hero- but it’s enough to be able to help them.”

“What the heck are you talking about you have no fans??”

“I don’t!” She laughed.

“The kids at school would say differently. Especially the kids in Midoriya’s class,” He looked at her, crouching to her level, “And you have me. I’m your biggest fan of all.”

Giving a dreamy sigh she blushed hard and leaned in to kiss his cheek gently, “Oh Toshi... you certainly know how to make a girl feel special.”

He chuckled, “Come on now; what do you want to do for the rest of our date?”

“Let’s go home and watch an American rom-com.”

Smiling he nodded, “Which one?” He held out his hand for her to help her off of her seat.

Taking his hand she gently jumped down to the pavement, moving to lace her fingers with his, “When Harry Met Sally.”

“Hmm, i don’t think I know that one. What is it about?”

She leaned into his large form as he turned down a deserted alley, for which she was grateful, “It’s about a man and a woman who become the best of friends.” She gave his hand a thoughtful squeeze.

Chuckling he took his hand from hers and slung his large arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer as she wrapped her own arm around his waist- but only reaching about mid-back due to his size, “Sounds familiar.”

“Frankly I think our story is a little different.” She wasn’t used to this much affection with his hero form, but he couldn’t be seen walking away from a crime scene with the same clothes in his skinny form.

“Why because the man isn’t a washed up hero?”

She pinched his lower back gently and tsked him, “No because when I have sex with you tonight I’m not going to regret it.”

He stopped in his tracks and started coughing out blood.

“I- Oh! Toshi I’m sorry!! I’m so sorry!” She moved to pull out a spare cloth she’d carried with her for this specific occurrence.

He laughed a little as he wiped his mouth, his cheeks were beet red, “Don’t apologize, sunflower.” He pulled her hand to his chest, “Do you feel how fast you got my heart beating for you?” He says as he lowered his head to catch her lips in a kiss. The kiss tasted like ice cream and blood, “You keep surprising me at every turn, you little tease.”

Her cheeks were as red as his as she looked to him, “Toshi... you’ve never spoken to me like this before...”

“Do you... want me to stop?” He backed her up to be against the wall, caging her in with his large arms. He was glad he was All Might right now. As All Might he could be confident and hulking and make her feel as small and delicate as he wanted her to feel.

She shook her head, looking up at him, her hands splayed on his chest, “T-Toshinori...”

Leaning down he kissed her again, and she let out a soft sound against his lips. He let out a soft growl and moved his hand down to grab at her ass. Gasping she broke it, “W-wait-“

“What? What is it? Did I hurt you?”

“No! Oh no no Toshi. I just- you’re All Might right now, someone could see us. We should go somewhere more private if you’re going to paw me like a highschool boy.” She smirked, rubbing his chest gently to alleviate his worry, “I don’t want the whole world in our business yet- tonight is our first date.”

He chuckled softly and nodded, “Understandable- come on then, kitten, let’s go home first.” He held out his hand, she took it, “I don’t think we should watch the movie right when we get home…” he smirked at her.

She blushed and bit her lip, squeezing his hand, “Oh All Might!”

He laughed and smirked, “Don’t worry, little lady, you’re safe with me. I’m a hero.” He winked and smirked, once they were out of sight of the civilians and there was a place to take off, he jumped into the night air, holding her close to him again.

Keri screamed out in joy and laughed as she held onto his neck as they flew through the sky, this would be something she missed when he was no longer All Might. Not that it was a deal breaker, she just wished secretly that she could have dated him in his prime, when he was confident and unburdened the way he was now.

Looking up at his face she smiled, she loved him so much, “Toshi?”

“Hm?” He glanced down at her before looking ahead once more.

She smiled, “This was the best night of my whole life.”

He smiled slightly, cheeks pink, “Was? It’s not over yet, Sunflower.”

Chuckling she nodded and buried her face into his neck, giving and experimental kiss to the skin under his ear, “I just need you to know how happy you make me.”

“I’m not even really doing anything, Ree,” he chuckled.

“I know,” she sighed, kissing his earlobe, “You make me happy just by being you,” she gave an experimental nip to his earlobe, “You’re the most wonderful man in the world,” when he shivered slightly she smirked and gave a little nip to his thick neck, “And you make me want you so bad…”

He growled in his throat at that and let out a shaky breath, “I want you too. Hold on for a minute, kitten, we’re almost home.”

Landing on the roof of her apartment building he set her onto her feet and leaned down to kiss her softly, “Are you sure you want to do this - with me?”

She smiled and stroked his chiseled jaw, “Of course I do.”

He took her hand again, starting to head where they could be shut up together in the safety and comfort of her apartment, that they kept referring to as home. Maybe it could be their home. Together. Toshinori smiled as his large hand laced fingers with her small one.

Keri smiled and opened the door, pulling him inside with a giggle.

The older man smirked and gently pinned her to the inside of the closed door, “Now… where were we, Miss?” He reached down with one hand, grabbing a handful of her ass once more and she let out a soft moan as he did so. Groaning he smiled, “You’re so beautiful… surrendering like this for me.”

She sighed again and hooked her leg around his large thigh, he moved forward to press himself into her, “Toshi… why are you… still in your hero form?” She rolled her hips experimentally against the bulge in his pants.

Sucking in a breath he let his forehead rest against hers as he hooked his hand under her knee, “I - I can’t… I don’t want you to see me like that right now.” He leaned down and kissed at her neck, “I need to be this.”

Keri nodded, “Okay, baby,” she kissed the side of his neck, “You know where the bedroom is,” she whispered.

Growling softly he hoisted her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist, “I’m not going to pretend like I haven’t thought about this a lot.” He smirked.

“Toshinori, you sly dog,” she giggled and kissed him, “I’ve thought of this a lot too.”

Setting her on the bed he pulled off the button up shirt and the tee under it, the scar looking quite painful under the strain of his muscles. Keri pulled her sweater off, holding it in front of her stomach. He frowned, “Whats wrong?”

“I told you I… I’m not…”

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her lips, “You’re beautiful.”

“How can you say that to me when you can change your appearance?” She frowned.

Toshinori frowned, “You’re right, Keri… I’m sorry.” He took a deep breath and shrank to his normal form, sitting next to her on the bed, “You are your authentic self with me. So I’ll be mine with you.” He nodded.

“Not that I’m saying getting pawed by Big Might is bad- it was really hot,” she blushed and giggled, “But you’re also hot as you are, like this.”

“You’re hot too,” he gingerly took the sweater and threw it with his clothes on the floor, “Just as you are.” Gingerly he slid his rough large hand over her back, “I haven’t been with anyone since the incident.”

She took a deep breath and smiled, “I haven’t been with anyone since my last boyfriend dumped me five years ago.”

“— You got dumped?”

“Toshi. Not now,” she chuckled and moved to straddle his lap, leaning up into her he groaned. Nodding he held her hips, “Can I ask you a question?”

He nodded.

“Are… I mean - Is… Is your cock bigger as All Might? I- I’m just curious! It doesn’t matter.”

His cheeks lit bright red and he looked down, getting a little lost in her breasts, he leaned forward and kissed them each over the cups of her bra, bringing one large hand up two squeeze one, “It gets thicker when I’m All Might, cause of the blood… but, it stays relatively the same. Its uh… its nine inches, sometimes ten in hero form…”

She moaned as he kneaded her breast and reached her arms around him to hold and pet his hair, “Ah- that makes sense… NINE OR TEN?” She pulled back to look at him, “Holy shit Toshi you’re packing!”

He let out a nervous laugh and leaned to kiss her neck, “Is that bad?”

“No - no… thats… woah,” she laughed a little, “Be gentle with me?”

He pulled his head up to look into her eyes and he smiled warmly, “Keri, I could never be anything but gentle with you. I want you under me, moaning in ecstasy, moaning my name and thinking of only us.”

“Oh Toshi,” she sighed and leaned forward to kiss him.

The older man groaned into her and pushed her over, making out with her as his thin frame pinned her to the bed. Rutting against her core, her legs spread for him, “God - Sunflower… you’re… perfect.” He stood up to start discarding his pants, she started to squirm out of her leggings. After a moment he helped her to pull them off, tossing them on the floor. He smirked, “Mm… nice lingerie set…”

She blushed and giggled, it was a deep blue with yellow trim and a red bow, “I wanted to wear… your colors.”

He smirked wider, “You’re so hot right now… you wouldn’t even believe it.”

Biting her lip she tossed her bra, crooking her finger, “Come here Toshi…” she slid up higher on the bed, the lanky man following her. He slid her panties down her legs, kissing her plush thighs as he went down.

“This is definitely the best day of my life,” he chuckled and moved to kiss her again once she was naked.

She hummed into his mouth, “Well why don’t you take off those boxer briefs and make it the best day of my life too, Toshi?"

“As you wish, my dear.”

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All Might got up to stretch and he sighed as he sat on the edge of the bed with a grain, panting, “That was… woah.”

Blushing she bit her lip, holding the sheets around herself, “You’re incredible, my Small Might.”

He laughed a little, cheeks red, “Hey… how about we take a shower together before we call it a night, hm? We could take a shower and watch some TV, and then I’ll tuck you into bed before I go back home.”

“No.”

“No?” He blinked.

“No. You have to stay the night. It’s like, a rule.”

Smirking he slithered back into the bed, “A rule, hm? Says who?”

“Says your girlfriend,” she pouted, “I expect to have more sex in the shower, and then maybe some good old fashioned sleepy sex when we turn in, after the movie.”

Laughing harder he kissed her red lips, “You expect me to have a lot of stamina for a man with one lung.”

She flushed, “Oh- oh shit Toshi- I didn’t even think of that- oh my god I’m horrible!”

“Oh stop,” he kissed her again, “You’re sweet… I’ve never let anyone see me naked like this and… and somehow… right now - its not bothering me so much.” Kissing her cheek he smiled, “But I really should go home, Ree. I do have medication to take and some paperwork to take care of. But - I’ll come take you out for brunch, hm? Then I can take you shopping? It’s Saturday tomorrow after all.”

She raised her eyebrows, “You really do mean to spoil me…”

“Of course I do, kitten,” he kissed her forehead, “Come on now, lets take a shower and maybe you’ll be so tired you’ll wanna crawl right into bed.”

After their brief, but intimate shower, he gently tucked her into bed, pushing her hair to the side, “Are you comfy?”

The girl was wearing the white button up he had been wearing tonight as her sleep shirt, she nodded, “Yeah…” Keri yawned, “You’re the best boyfriend in the world.”

“Its been one day, I have plenty of time to mess this up,” he leaned down to kiss her forehead.

“Mm… you won’t,” she sighed, “You’ll text me when you get home?”

“Course I will, Sunflower.”

Nodding she reached up to cup his cheek, guiding him down to kiss her, “Mmm… goodnight Toshinori… thank you for such a wonderful evening.”

“Thank you, Miss Chairo,” he smiled and kissed her once more before shutting off the lamp, “Sleep tight, Ree.”

He was met with the sound of soft snoring as he walked out of the room with a smile.

When Toshinori got back home, he was beaming. It was late, so he could just walk in in his small form, god knows he was too tired to maintain his hero form now. He felt like he could sleep for a week. He hadn’t had sex since before the injury- he had doubted that any woman would have him. But he had his Sunflower.

Opening the mailbox first as he always did, he was surprised to find a letter, “This is from Gran Torino!” He beamed, heading up the stairs, tired but anxious to read what his mentor had to say in response to his letter earlier in the week. Smiling he blushed, “He’ll be so surprised to learn that the situation with Keri went so well…”

He unlocked his door and went into his sparse apartment, locking himself in and texting Keri that he arrived home just fine. He knew she was already asleep, so he plugged it in and went about undressing and getting ready for bed.

Yawning he turned his bedside lamp on, grabbed Gran Torino’s letter, and got into his large bed. Tearing it open, he started to read;

Dear Toshinori,

I’m not going to say that I’m not surprised you have become a teacher. Because I am a little surprised after all how closely you’re following in my own track! As far as this Midoriya kid, he seems exactly the sort of person you’d choose for your successor.

I bet he’s just as stubborn and reckless as you. And of course when the time comes for internships, send him my way. I know even being taught was difficult for you, so I’m sure teaching hasn’t been easy. It’s no walk in the park, but while I’m mentoring him, you need to work on getting your priorities in line to be able to teach him once the internship is over.

But yes, my best student, I will help you.

As far as being reckless goes - a woman? You never wanted to get involved with someone before. And especially now? With what Nighteye has said? You haven’t even talked to him in five years. I bet she has no idea.

And what about All for One? What if she becomes a target - I’ve seen her work, she can’t protect herself. An emotional manipulation quirk is only good for so many things, and protecting yourself from the most powerful villain in Japan is not one of them.

Don’t get involved. You should be training your successor and making plans for how you’re going to step down. You have to end it. Stay friends if you want, but that is where it should end.

Think about what Nighteye said, Toshinori. Seven years. And it’s been five. As much as neither of us want to acknowledge that, she has to be told at some point if you’re planning on continuing this into your retirement.

Think, Toshinori.

Stay well, I will talk to you soon.

Yours, Sorahiko Torino

All Might sat on his bed, tears rolling down his cheeks. For a moment he growled, “He’s an old man what does he know!” He crumpled up the letter and tossed it, coughing as he tried to steady his breathing. It turned into a full on coughing fit, grabbing for Keri’s handkerchief he kept near him always, he started using it to catch the blood that came up.

Wiping his lips he hugged his long legs to his chest, “I don’t want to lose her.” He cried softly and shook his head, “I won’t… I won’t sacrifice this! Not after I’ve lost everything else!”

But he knew in his heart, eventually, he would need to think about the long term. And what was best for the woman he loved.

#all right all might #all might x reader #toshinori yagi x reader #all might x oc

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rwby-grimm-guardians · 4 years ago

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RWBY Grimm Guardians Arc 4: Re-Bonding In Mistral Ch 6 (Part I)

Welcome back to Re-Bonding In Mistral! This is chapter 6, which is the same as chapter 5, only in the RWY, SQ, and JNPR + O POV. Raven’s POV is also featured.

For those of you wondering, this chapter takes place during Volume 5’s episodes 7-9 and the beginning of episode 11.

Like the last chapter, this is semi-original.

As such, this’ll be long. Also, due to shit going on, this might be a weak addition, so I’m sorry if it’s not that good.

As usual, please give constructive criticism and enjoy!

Disclaimer: Still own nothing.

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(In a forest in Mistral...)

“Raven!”

The tribe leader perked up from her thoughts, turning to face Vernal peeking through the curtains. “We have guests… Salem’s...” The young woman said. The Spring Maiden sighed, rubbing her eyes. This was NOT what she was hoping...but now the two had to play their part. “If they ask for a maiden, you know what to do.” The red clad woman said, placing Summer’s cloak on the bed and putting on her helmet. “We planned for this after all.”

Vernal nodded as the tribe leader walked outside, noticing Cinder, Mercury, Emerald, and Watts. She also noticed the bandits surrounding them. “I don't recall inviting so many guests into our home.” Raven started with a smirk. “Either I'm losing my memory…” She then growled, raising her voice in anger, “Or you've all lost your DAMN spines!” Chuckling darkly, Cinder raised her human hand, “Don’t be too upset with them, Raven. They merely recognized the power of a Maiden.”

After a few moments of silence, the tribe leader ordered, “Leave us and pack your things. We’re moving.” The bandits, excluding Vernal, nodded and split up. Raven then looked at Salem’s followers, “I don’t believe we’ve met. Even though I know about your ‘godly’ master.” Mercury went to open his mouth, only to be silenced by the tribe leader as she said, “And I doubt anyone would fear you… Especially given your cowardly stunt at the tournament and Beacon.”

“Why you old fuc-!” The gray clad follower almost shouted, only to shut up again as Cinder’s eye glowed. “Knock. It. Off.” She growled at him. “Or do you WANT to get CHARRED?”

Mercury froze, before backing up, his face pale and in fright. “That’s what I thought. Good child.” Raven said, grinning as she saw the terrified look in the gray haired brat’s eyes. “Now, your names?”

“Cinder Fall.” The Fall Maiden said. “My associate, Arthur Watts and my disciples, Emerald and Mercury.” The tribe leader nodded, “Two children you've tricked into following you, a disgraced Atlesian scientist…” She then looked at Cinder in the eye, “And a Fall Maiden with a surname so appropriate, she probably picked it herself. You certainly seem to have a case of egomania, is that about right?”

“I was also a doctor, to be fair.” Watts said, before nodding. “Though everything else was on point.” Raven hummed with amusement, “You flatter me. Though…I’m sure you’re after the Spring Maiden. Correct?” Cinder nodded with a grin, before the tribe leader looked to Vernal. The young woman nodded, before playing her part. While Raven used her Maiden powers, Vernal choreographed movements, successfully making the four believe that the young woman was the Spring Maiden.

“Now then…” Raven said. “Now that you got your proof, what is it you’re REALLY after?”

As Cinder grinned, Raven knew damn well that whatever these brats were planning in Salem’s will, she’d have to follow along for the time being.

For her family’s sake. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (Meanwhile...)

“Okay, so...what else do we need to be filled in on?” Yang asked. Weiss and Willow nodded, with the heiress saying, “We’d like to know too. Even though we talked virtually, there...seems to be something more complex going on.”

The group had gone back to Mistral, planning on warning Haven about Salem’s threat. They were hoping they could, at least, PREVENT further harm and loss of life. However, Summer, Evergreen, Qrow, Willow, and Ember KNEW that was a very heavy gamble...and were prepared for the possible oncoming battle. Ruby, Yang, and Weiss could tell that going to Haven could dictate a LOT of dangerous possibilities...and would have to look to the former STRQ leader, Qrow, and Evergreen for guidance.

Even though it was just vague, Summer had made it clear that she knew of Salem’s capabilities.

Speaking of the former STRQ leader, ever since returning from her night with Raven, she...hadn’t been in the happiest of moods. It was clear that the tallest of the group was trying to force herself to seem happy...or indifferent at the very least.

But every now and then, cracks in her behavior began to show.

No one dared to comment on them, thankfully. Qrow and Evergreen obviously knew the pain she was going through, as did Ember. Yang and Ruby knew as well...and were pretty certain the rest of the group had begun putting the pieces together too.

Though questions about that, if anyone dared had any, could wait. There was a bigger matter to discuss.

At the moment, only Qrow was absent from the room, as he was attempting to notify the academy about their arrival.

Ruby sighed, “It’s...a lot.” “To summarize what’s new, we need to stop Salem, the typical evil witch, from causing more harm.” She said. “Yes, magic exists...or still does. She wants the Maidens for her plan.” Willow nodded, “Sounds simple enough.” “Agreed, but one question. You mean to tell us that that fairytale is real?” Yang asked.

The group nodded, before Summer said, “Look at me, Yang.” Said blonde did so...only to meet her stepmom’s emotionless and tired expression. Yang’s eyes went wide, before sighing, “Mom’s one...isn’t she?” The former STRQ leader nodded, “The Spring one...and not by choice.”

“Cinder’s the Fall Maiden...which she stole.” Pyrrha explained. “Another reason why she attacked Beacon.” Yang clenched her fists, before growling, “That bitch...” Everyone nodded in agreement, with Pyrrha saying, “I feel like it’s my fault. I was given the choice to be the next Maiden…” “But I turned it down…” The red head explained, her expression saddening.

Jaune and Evergreen looked at her, shocked, with the JNPR leader saying, “Pyrrha, we had NO idea that this would happen.” Ruby nodded in agreement, “Even though Mom and I knew of Cinder’s criminal activities, there were too many unknowns…” “Not to mention it was extremely difficult to question or stop her anyway.” Summer added. She then turned to Evergreen, “I’m sure you or someone you know may have some info that could be useful?”

The silver haired man sighed, “Me, no. But I do know someone.” “Would you like to speak up, Ozma?” The former headmaster asked, looking at Oscar. “The kids need answers, even the one you’re currently occupying.” Everyone froze, before turning to the youngest of the group in shock and confusion.

Willow and Ember noticed that Summer remained expressionless…

They assumed that she had known for a bit of time...and figured Qrow knew as well.

Oscar sighed, raising a finger, before flicking his head. “Be kind and introduce yourself…” He said. “Please.” A few moments passed, before a new voice emerged from the boy’s lips, “Greetings…” The new voice did not seem happy about being revealed. Everyone turned to the former headmaster, who said, “This is Ozma. A….former acquaintance of Salem’s.” “Former?” Summer raised an eyebrow. After a few moments, her jaw nearly dropped, “Do NOT fucking tell me…”

Ozma raised Oscar’s hand, using the boy’s face to show his embarrassment and hesitance. “I’m her….ex...or widow, technically.” The immortal said. “That story will have to wait, though. Now, your questions?” “Firstly, how are you even alive…!?” Yang asked. Ozma sighed, tapping Oscar’s forehead, “I’m...cursed, by the God of Light, with immortality. Much like Salem is…”

“So, you got magic too? Like a wizard or mage of some sort?” Ruby asked. Ozma nodded, “Indeed. However, it is dwindling…” “What…?” Evergreen asked. “How…!?” The immortal sighed, “I do not know, currently…” “Maybe because I shared some of it…” He guessed. “I shared a large amount of it with four young women who would eventually become the first Maidens.” Willow tilted her head, “And the Branwen twins? You shared with them too?”

The immortal nodded, “Yes, but only a small fraction. Qrow will tell you that they made their choice, but…” He then trailed off, going silent for a few moments, before saying, “I don’t know if that’s true…” The immortal then looked at Oscar’s arms, before sighing, “This is probably stupid to ask you…” “Will you help me stop Salem from taking more lives? From taking more families?” He asked. “If you don’t, I understand. Really, I do. You...all deserve much better than this life....”

“Why?” Summer asked, drawing attention towards her. “Why are you giving us a choice?” Her tone was frighteningly serious, enhanced further by the glare she gave the immortal. Ozma lowered Oscar’s head, before Evergreen said, “It’s because of Oscar… Isn’t it?” The immortal sighed, “He’s a CHILD…as are all of YOU. I’d be destroying another family...again.”

“Just like I unintentionally did all those millennia ago.” He mumbled. “I...think I might be just as bad as Salem…”

After a few moments of tense silence, Summer looked at Jaune, Ren, Nora, and Pyrrha, before shifting to Weiss, Willow, and Ember, and then finally at her own daughters. Closing her eyes, she forced a sigh, before saying, “Fine. We’ll do it.” “But if you keep more secrets...or if those I love dearly nearly die...I’m calling it quits.” She said. “Clear?”

Ozma nodded Oscar’s head, “Yes, ma’am.” The former STRQ leader then looked at Evergreen, before sighing, “Good. In that case, I’ll let Qrow know.”

With that, she left the room, before Oscar was given back control. After noticing everyone’s shocked expressions, he asked, “Did...something happen?” The group sighed with relief that the youngest of the group was back with them, before Evergreen said, “I’ll...fill you in about it later.” “It’s a bit much…” He explained. The farm boy nodded, noticeably feeling a little awkward.

Weiss, noticeably a little frightened by Summer’s threat, whispered to Yang and Ruby, “What...the fuck was that…?” The red cloaked leader cleared her throat, before rubbing the back of her neck, “Let’s just...say that she’s VERY protective over who and what she cares about...and leave it at that.” “She’ll open up and share the full story when she remembers and feels comfortable.” Yang added. “Besides, I’m sure any person who loves their family that much would do the same…”

Weiss slowly nodded, dropping the topic, since she KNEW Yang was right. More importantly though...after how awkward that conversation was...it would be WISE to avoid that kind of topic in the future.

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