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heavenlyvision · 1 year ago

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hi lovely !! idk if your requests are open or not (if not feel free to just ignore this🤍)

okay so !! bi-han x fem!reader (or gn!)

maybe bi-han and the reader do not like each other (LIKE at all) and are always bickering/making snarky remarks at each other but maybe the reader sees bi-han hurt and turns soft on him, cleaning his wounds ect while also still making sarcastic and snarky remarks at each other? (maybe smut but if not that’s okay as well 🫶🏻)

My requests are open! And I am very happy to receive requests or any messages in general! I love your idea, I just hope I did it justice <33

Bickering

Wc: 3.7k

Pairing: Bi-Han x F!Reader

Warnings: 18+ only, smut, grinding, dirty talk, mentions of injury, I think that’s it!

The man makes you mad, Bi-Han that is, you can never seem to get along with him long enough. You try and create openings to better your relationship with him, but they always seem to fall flat, and you both end up at each other’s throats. Living at the temple and helping Liu Kang as an advisor of sorts, unfortunately, means you are regularly exposed to Bi-Han and his less than stellar moods. The man is unbearable, and you’ve tried so hard to tolerate him for Liu Kang, but he could put in some effort to respect you. Dear God, the man has the manners of a, well… there is no comparison, he is mannerless and rude.

Some people might disagree with you, but that just means they haven’t actually spoken to him before. Even his own brother Kuai Liang gives you sympathetic looks when Bi-Han starts having a go at you for things, that frankly, you were not even involved in. Today is no different, Liu Kang, Kuai Liang, Tomas, Bi-Han, and yourself are currently in the war room. Considering your next moves regarding a small group of ‘rebels’, they’re just some people throwing a fit and attacking the Lin Kuei. The whole thing is more annoying than it is daunting, Liu Kang has offered support, which means that you have offered support.

Bi-Han rolls his eyes dramatically, “Terrible, your plan is… terrible.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose in response, you’re getting tired of this. This is like the sixth plan he’s shot down; it is the first plan he has called terrible though. Probably because it was your plan.

“Maybe you should think up your own plan then, instead of shooting down all of ours.” You’re sharp with him, usually you wouldn’t snap back so quickly but today you’re tired, hungry, and sick to death of his entitlement.

“I thought you were here to be helpful; I would not have asked if I had known how bad your plan would be.” He doesn’t even look your way as he insults you.

You can’t help the massive eye roll he invokes from deep within you.

He grunts in your direction, “don’t roll your eyes at me, think of something useful and I will be pleased.” Then, because he can’t help himself, he adds, “Surprised, but pleased.”

A large groan is pulled out of you in response, “ahhhhhh! oh my god, stop being such a dick and make a plan, and then leave, preferably for ever.”

“I think, you would miss me.” where he got that idea, you have no idea, probably the same place he got that massive ego he drags around with him.

You make a gagging noise, “I am sorry, but you’re fully deluded by your own ego.”

He side eyes you with a knowing glance, what he thinks he knows, you aren’t sure, like you said, the man is deluded.

“Mhm, why don’t you become useful and think of a worthwhile idea, that or go make some tea.” He’s amused, you can tell in his tone, he finds himself hilarious.

“Why don’t you turn in for the day? I think you might be sundowning in your old age.”

“I am not that much older than you!” He’s turned to you fully, getting closer to you. You touched a sore spot, you guess.

“If we’re lying to each other, then sure.” You shrug your shoulders at him.

You’re both engaged in an intense stare down, both pissy with each other, it always ends this way. Both so annoyed with each other you end up glaring and hoping for the other to walk away. Usually, because you’re the bigger person, you will walk away but not this time, you’re standing your ground.

Your idea was good, and he knows it, he’s just pissed he didn’t think of it first. The group is small and they’re camping not far from the Lin Kuei’s base, the only trouble is getting to them before they can realise and either, kill themselves, taking anything they know about their orders and plans with them, or kill the suspected hostages they have. The situation is an upsetting one to be sure but it’s not a particularly difficult mission.

They’re only being so cautious because this group is being especially bold, but they’re stupid. They were spotted days ago, the only thing they have going for them is their audacity. The answer, to you, anyways is obvious, but you’re also not particularly emotionally invested. In fact, right now you’re bored and still hungry.

Liu Kang breaks the stare down up, ever the mediator, “Okay, I think that’s enough from both of you.”

A hand on your shoulder has you turning your head to the side and seeing Kuai Liang standing beside you, “I’m sorry about him.” He nods his head to Bi-Han.

“Do not apologise on behalf of me, I am not sorry,” He huffs out at his brother.

Ignoring Bi-Han you reply directly to Kuai Liang, “I am used to it.” You pat his hand on your shoulder in assurance.

You turn towards Liu Kang, “I trust I am not needed here any further?”

“No, you may go, thank you for your input.” He replies, his eyes also sympathetic.

Walking away you give a thumbs up to the group and when you lock eyes with Bi-Han you stick your tongue out at him, scrunching your face up in his direction, he raises an eyebrow at you in response.

As you continue towards the door you pass Tomas on your way out and he looks at you like you’re a kicked puppy. You give him a pat on the chest and smile on the way out. Bi-Han’s brothers are two of your favourite people so your disdain for Bi-Han himself is kind of hilarious to you, in a ‘the universe is one big joke’ kind of way.

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You enjoy your time with Liu Kang, but you aren’t really an advisor; you think it’s more of a glorified assistant kind of a role, but you love it all the same. And though he doesn’t look like it, Liu Kang loves to gossip, to a certain extent anyways. He is adamant that it is not gossip and is just him keeping you informed on topical events occurring within the temple and amongst the people that could be relevant to you, but that is literally what you call gossip.

But his penchant for keeping you informed is how you know Bi-Han didn’t use your plan but spent almost all-day agonising over what he should do next, he was indecisive but had decided he wasn’t using your idea. You get satisfaction from knowing it took him longer to think of a plan solely because he refused to use yours.

“Try not to look so happy about it when they get back, I am sure he does not need you being glib after a mission that could result in casualties.” Liu Kang tells you; he’s basically telling you to have some decorum.

“If it were anyone else, I would not be feeling this deep sense of glibness.” You add, “Plus I am not that big an asshole, I genuinely hope all goes well, I won’t even say anything when he gets back.”

You sincerely don’t plan on saying anything to him about his plan, you want it to all go well. But just knowing that he bent over backwards thinking of a ‘better’ plan made by himself is really vindicating for you, internally.

“It would be better if you both could get along, he will be here more frequently, after I gather my champions of Earth Realm.” He reminds you, it’s not the first time he has brought this up.

“I am aware, and I have really tried but he’s sooo grumpy and mean. You know how much of a delight I usually am! It is literally just him.” You’re whining at him a bit.

There’s a ghost of a smile on his lips, he finds you amusing, “Maybe you two clash because of a different… underlying reason.”

“I don’t like what you’re implying.” You don’t really know what he is implying but you don’t like it, “we clash because he sucks and is rude.”

He chuckles a bit at your sulking, “Well, if things go well, they will be back this afternoon or evening.”

It’s been a few days since the meeting in the war room and the boys have been gone for two of them. The timeline checks out, assuming all goes well on their end.

You nod your head in reply to Liu Kang, “sooo, lunch?”

“Fine, but I am not making it this time,” is his reply.

“Ughhhhh, fine.” You wanted him to make it, “only if you make the tea.”

“Alright.” He’s shaking his head at you, but you take the small victory.

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The evening air is nice, a cool breeze freely flowing as you walk through the temple. You couldn’t sleep, the guys didn’t come back in the afternoon or early evening like you originally suspected they would. And you’ll admit it, you are a little concerned, for all of them, unfortunately. You are aware of how skilled they are but you can’t help but stress a little bit, you’d feel uneasy if Liu Kang was gone and you know he is more than capable.

You pace past the front steps of the temple for what feels like the fiftieth time in the last hour, and then finally, you see them walk up the steps. You feel a sigh of relief come from you at seeing them.

“oh, thank god,” you whisper out.

All three of them walk up to you, both Tomas and Kuai Liang put their hands on either of your shoulders, giving you a small smile. You sag with your relief at seeing them, it feels a little dramatic, but they usually are on time, compulsively so.

“I’m glad you’re all alright.” You tell them.

Bi-Han grunts at you off to the side but you ignore him, “It all went well, but we’re probably going to turn in for the evening.” Tomas informs you.

Nodding your head at the pair of them, “All good, I just wanted to see you guys get back safely.”

Bi-Han has already walked away from the three of you, but he’s oddly not walking towards his quarters.

You’re brought back to the two men in front of you when Kuai Liang says, “The mission was successful, but it wasn’t… smooth, Bi-Han’s in a bad mood over it.”

“Maybe you could talk to him, cheer him up?” Tomas adds.

You make a face at that, “I don’t really think I would be the best person for that.”

Tomas smiles a little, “I don’t know, I think he likes you; I mean he actually talks to you.”

“Yeah, but he’s an ass when he does talk to me.” Is all you can reply with.

They both share a knowing look between the two of them, a secret brother communication happening right in front of you, rude.

Kuai Liang breaks the moment of silence, “We are going to turn in for the night but thank you for worrying, good night.”

“Alright, I’m just glad you came back safely, get some rest.” You smile politely at them, and they both walk off towards their chambers. The interaction was quick but you’re just grateful to see they’re okay.

You consider for a bit if you should follow after Bi-han, an internal argument occurring. Your relationship with him at best is strained, so you aren’t sure it should be you going to talk to him and offering comfort. Well, you suppose if you cannot offer comfort, you can at least give him something to focus his anger at.

Letting out a large sigh, you turn around and follow after where Bi-Han went, as you walk through the temple you realise, he went in the direction of the medical room. There are no doctors here or anything, but they have basic medical kits kept in that room.

The pace of your steps increase to get to the room quicker, if he got injured why wouldn’t he say anything, god he is such a stubborn, loud mouthed, egotistical –

Your internal ranting is cut short as you get to the room and see him sitting in one of the chairs shirtless. Using his mouth to hold a bit of suture, trying to thread the needle with one hand, while simultaneously trying to keep pressure on the wound in his side with his other.

“What do you want?” Venom in his voice that would hit harder if he wasn’t mumbling around a piece of string.

You sigh at him, “Let me help.” Tentatively, you move closer to him.

He grunts at you, “don’t need your help.”

“You’re being stupid, just lemme help stitch you up,” placing your hands in front of him, you’re waiting for him to give you the needle and suture.

He stares at you for a moment, sizing you up before yielding and placing them in your hands. You look around for an extra chair, pulling it in front of him. As you sit down you shuffle the chair close to him, your legs between his spread ones.

It occurs to you now; just how large he is compared to you. Pushing the thought to the side, you put the needle and suture on the small table beside you, and instead begin looking through the first aid kit for something to clean the site with. You find a bit of gauze and rubbing alcohol, it’ll do, you think.

You nod your head in the direction of his wound, signalling him to remove his hand. He does so and you warn him before you begin cleaning it, “this is gonna hurt, quite a bit.”

“Mhmm,” he has a scowl on his face.

“Was just trying to give you a warning.”

“I’ve been stabbed before, I know what to expect,” he’s being short with you.

You’re too tired for his attitude, and as much as he annoys you, you don’t like seeing him physically hurt.

He sucks in a sharp breath at the feeling of the gauze on his skin, but other than that, silence falls over the room as you begin cleaning the area, you’re trying to be as gentle as possible while also attempting to adequately clean it. The whole thing is a lot more intimate than what you’re used to.

Grabbing fresh gauze you place it over the stab wound, “hold this for a second.”

His large hand places itself over top of yours and it makes you feel warm, you pull your hand out gently and move back to the needle and bit of suture.

Your hands shake as you try to thread the string, Bi-Han’s eyes are watching you closely, “this is possibly the most abysmal attempt at threading a needle I have ever witnessed.”

You roll your eyes at him, “shut up, I’m trying to help you here, don’t bite the hand that feeds you and all…” You trail off, placing your hands down for a second before taking a deep breath.

“Mhm,” is all he says.

You shoot back quickly, “You were not doing any better than me,” attempting to thread it again is successful.

You shoot him a spiteful smirk in response to your success and he rolls his eyes in response. With how often he rolls them, you’re surprised his eyes aren’t at the back of his head.

Leaning forward again you ask him to remove his hand, and you begin carefully suturing at the wound. It isn’t serious, and it doesn’t take too many stitches to close up.

It’s all over fairly fast, and it’s helpful that Bi-Han has what seems to be an amazing pain tolerance as he sits stoically for you throughout the whole thing.

Grabbing another piece of gauze and some medical tape, you cover the stitches and look up at him. Both of your faces close to each other as he looks down to you at the same time, you take in a sharp breath, before leaning back and looking away from his eyes.

“All done, it wasn’t that bad but next time, you should just ask someone for help.” You tell him.

“Would’ve been fine.”

You turn back to look at him, gaze scrutinising, “in these situations, usually the person who received help would thank the provider of help.”

“I didn’t ask for your help,” he shrugs you off.

“Arghhhh, how am I meant to put up with you for, god knows how long, when you can’t even manage a single thank you after getting my help.” You stand up to walk away from him, exasperated with his audacity.

His hand reaches out and grabs your forearm, “thank you, I guess, I mean I would have done better.”

From this position you’re looking down on him, “you’re unbelievable.”

“What? I said thank you!” He looks annoyed but he doesn’t get to be annoyed because you’re annoyed.

“What do you mean ‘what’? you immediately undid the ‘thank you’ by telling me I did a bad job!”

“I did not say you did a bad job.” He states simply.

“I am going insane; you are driving me insane.” You’re shaking your head at him.

The hand on your forearm drags you down, face closer to his now, “you’re the one driving me insane.”

“How??? I have repeatedly tried to reach an olive branch out to you, and I just stitched you up! I can’t believe I worried about your well-being.”

“You worried about me?” He asks.

“I did,” you confirm.

“Why?”

“I don’t know, I just did. It’s not like I hate you, I don’t want you to die. I care if you live.”

You’re so annoyed at him, is it such a foreign concept to him? A person wanting him to be okay, uninjured.

His eyes are intense as he looks at you, faces so close now you can feel his breath against yours. You aren’t sure why you do it, it doesn’t even feel like it’s you who does it, but you move forward that extra inch and place you mouth on his. Kissing him.

He doesn’t react straight away, and you pull away, “I– I don’t know why I did that, I’m sorry.” You feel embarrassed.

You go to move away but you don’t get far, both of his hands come up and grab your face, pulling you into a passionate kiss. His lips take your breath away, his thumb pushes into the hinge of your jaw, pulling your mouth open. His tongue is invading your senses, making you dizzy.

He doesn’t pull back from you, instead he starts grabbing at you, pulling you into his lap. You’re sat on top of him now, thighs spread over his. The shiver that rolls over your body can’t be helped when your heat makes contact with his crotch.

As he continues kissing your breath away, with you sitting in his lap, you feel him moan into your mouth. You realise, you’ve absentmindedly started grinding down onto him. He pulls back from you, head dropping to your chest.

His hands grab at your hips, and he slowly starts to drag your clothed cunt against his covered length. A small gasp of pleasure leaves you as he presses you down harsher against himself.

“Mmm, you’re a needy fuckin mess,” he hums into your neck.

His words effect you in a way you aren’t proud of, “shuddup.” Is all you manage at him, nowhere near malicious enough for him to actually shut up.

“You gonna cum in your panties hmmm?” he asks you, teasing you cruelly. “Gonna cum in the lap of the man who drives you insane?”

You shake your head at him, telling him no. He chuckles at your disagreement, full of himself.

Both of your hands reach out and grab onto his shoulders for leverage, his hands on your hips still encouraging you to grind down onto his cock. Small suppressed moans and whimpers leaving your lips.

He bites your neck, and it has a gush of slick leaving your cunt, a gasp pulling from you.

“Bet you’re so fucken wet right now, leaving a wet patch on my pants. Messy little thing.” His dirty talk is making your face hot.

“Bi-Han, I – ngh – need you–”

He cuts you off, “–I know you do,” you groan at him, he knows that isn’t what you were going to say. You were going to tell him to shut up again.

One of his hands leaves your hips and reaches behind you, threading into your hair, pulling you back by it. He takes the opportunity to bite and suck marks into your neck, it has you squirming down onto him.

“mmm I can feel your cunt fluttering on me through your panties,” he noses at your neck, taking in the smell of your skin.

His words are so filthy, you’re going to spontaneously combust from embarrassment. You hate how much he’s getting you off.

The hand on your head trails back down your body, reaching its previous placement on your hip. Then both his hands reach around to your ass, he pulls your cheeks apart and it has your pussy spreading on him more.

The feeling overwhelming, you keep rutting down into him, so close to finishing. You look down to his lap, you’ve left a large wet patch on his pants. His hard cock straining harshly against the material of his pants.

Your hole briefly catches on the head of his cock, so close to penetration and so far. He keels over at the feeling, a moan coming from him in response. The moan he let out spurring you on.

“Bet you’re so fucken close, aren’t yah? Go on, cum in your panties.” He lifts his hips slightly to grind up into you.

His words and actions have you cumming, moans coming from your mouth, you bite your lip to keep them quiet. You’re shaking in his lap from your orgasm, it’s the best one you’ve ever had, and he didn’t even fuck you. After shocks thrumming through you as you come down, your panties feel so wet.

He pulls your face back and plants a wet kiss on your mouth, “such a good girl, there’s your fucken thank you.”

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A/N: Is it hot in here or is it just me? I would’ve liked to have made the smut longer, but I am running on little to no sleep lol. Either way I hope you enjoy the story and thank you again to anon for your request <33

#subzero smut #bi han smut #subzero x reader #bi han x reader #bi han x you #subzero x you #bi han x reader smut #mk1 smut #subzero x reader smut

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420technoblazeit · 2 months ago

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do u think either viktor or mel are any good at cooking... u mentioned the sims room having spices and while i think viktor and mel understand cooking in theory and Would Add Spices i dont know how much theyve done it in practice... viktor knows chemistry from singed and his own work im sure which is a similar skillset but i cant imagine him ever cooking for himself (before the events of this AU) beyond stock basic low effort meals to get through the week.. and mel i dont think would be comically bad at it necessarily (cuz idk i just think its an overplayed trope and mel is all about how she is actually quite grounded and careful despite her outwardly fancy exterior- thinking abt the sequence of her mixing her own paints with her own hands) but i think she would have even less experience with it in practicality than viktor since its always been something provided for her...

i just am imagining mel buying spices she knows she likes and viktor advocating for filling starches that go a long way and dont go bad quickly and are easy on the stomach (Viktor lost so much weight while ill i cant imagine he was eating that well) and then the two of them both having such different experiences with food- wanting for it, never wanting for it- and both ending up with the same condition of Constantly Forgetting They Should Eat because of it... but both being so empathetic they notice the Other is forgetting to eat. ugh i love narrative foils

that ask got rlly long but btw i think jayce would love to cook (when he has time for it outside of the lab) i think he would be so happy watching his loved ones eat the food he made. some hobbies can be stress relief (i think this is the forge for jayce) and some require some more energy summoned to put into them and i feel like cooking would be more like that for jayce- something reminding him of his childhood and parents (before Everything), something he doesnt do all the time for fun but makes him really happy when he does do it

oh no i think they're Dogshit at it. to be clear. mel grew up filthy rich and in my mind viktor only ever eats the plainest easiest to cook meals unless jayce cooks him something. he probably has like. oatmeal every day and whatever the piltover equivalent of instant ramen is. my headcanon for the spice rack is actually very close to yours, i think mel picked it up from the market one day because she wanted to get better at cooking. i think she's very out of her comfort zone now that they're more or less on the run so she buys it and at first viktor wrinkles his nose and is like this is an unnecessary expense we should be focusing on other things. but maybe he misses when jayce cooked for him and eventually he gets really into it. maybe TOO into it bc now he's making the most ridiculous spice combinations you've ever seen and it's a disaster half the time but hey it's part of the process and at least he's having fun. i think they deserve to be a little bad at something relatively low stakes together. ty for this ask btw im so glad you like the au so much!!! :}

#arcane #two mages au #viktor arcane #mel medarda #meljayvik #melvik #kind of. like a little bit. i might start taggign this au with that bc it very much might become canon to it #the pig squeals

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akascow · 2 months ago

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fave jayvik hc so far is that jayce knew how to make a rlly good leg brace from basically scraps bc he helped in designing and crafting viktor's own brace🫠👍🏻

^^ "scraps" is kinda mirroring them probably having to make mock ups and test runs while trying to perfect viktor's brace so there were a bunch of prototypes with random parts they had lying around trying to make it work ahaaaa

like obviously jayce is extremely talented and smart when it comes to engineering so he very easily coulda come up w the design and mechanics of it on the spot (meaning using what he had on hand, rather than actually coming up with it in a few hours bc,, well he was down there for at least a few weeks HAHA) but idk its nice to think about i guess lmfao

plus itd make a lil bit of sense, like why go somewhere else to get a leg brace when your perfectly capable and willing partner is right here lmfao.

also we only see viktor has the leg brace after working with jayce. and yeah u could chalk it up to his illness getting worse so he wouldntve needed it until now. and obviously im not trying to ignore the fact that viktor is extremely capable to make it himself and if he did maybe since hes more than an assistant he actually has the tools and means to make it himself now lol.

but idk it seems like jayce was one of the first if not only person to care about V and include him in things ("people didnt believe in me, a poor disabled kid from the undercity" "i dont want to spend my whole life as an assistant" "our hextech dream" "arent you the professor's assistant" "you should be up there with me" etc) so i can totally picture him see viktor working on it or even a glance at a few crude sketches as a start and want to help his partner yk?

and from what we see hes like extremely nice and caring and at the risk of this sounding too fluffy bc thats not the point rn you can picture viktor walking around the lab, jayce noticing him wincing whenever he tries to correct his position and offering to help him with a mobility aid and they have all the means necessary to build it right here right now and shit happens and here we are now lol

hes constantly making an effort to show and tell people that hextech is not JUST his doing, but viktor's too. which, as someone who seemed to revel in the attention, jayce easily could've forgotten to mention, but never does

so in my head it makes sense that he would be the first person to propose the idea of helping him in creating a leg brace that would make walking a lil less painful (it keeps his foot straight, u can see he has to correct the angle himself in s1 act1)

anyway i think its a neat theory lmao

these didnt fit in anywhere else so im put it it here pft👇🏻

also jayce has two different braces- during and post anomaly. so while there may just be some place in piltover that makes them i’d like to think he just whipped it up all quicklike in his lab the second he got back bc like.. the blueprints are right there lol

his and viktor’s arent entirely similar ofc bc they serve two different functions,, viktors helps to keep his leg/foot facing and moving foward, and jayces kinda just stabilizes/supports his leg i think ? uh but they both help in general to reduce pain

n then viktor, having a leg that didnt develop akin to typical human anatomy, is clearly shown as not the easiest to walk or put pressure in on lmao, especially when he only really got to correct it at like age 30, so like, habits (for lack of a better term) have already been deeply rooted in his posture by now lol

bc, well,, putting any weight on that fucked up Broken In Half shin bone that Definitely Did Not heal correctly (if its even fully healed at this point in the first place) probably causes a bunch of Ouch- hence the supports in the front of his leg,, post anomaly tho, during anomaly its at the sides which was probably just to straighten the injury while it was healing idk.

i cant find a good answer as to why the lower leg support is in the front now but my main guess is so it doesnt put too much strain when he bends his knee/ankle downward, which u can kinda see in ep8 when he blasts viktor and the knockback breaks the part resting on his shoe away, and its hard to see but i think his ankle bends slightly more after the gear breaks ? so thats what i can assume.

clearly im not well versed in the art of KAFO support braces and i tried to look up to the best of my abilities but came up empty handed HAHA who knew itd be so hard referencing similarities between the homemade parallel reality fictional sci fi gear braces and modern irl real orthotic braces LMAO

#this isnt my own hc btw ive seen others float the idea around already lol #rest of the post was me moreso justifying to /myself/ why itd make sense HAHA sorry to go off like that LMAO #jayvik #arcane #jayce talis #viktor #viktor arcane #jayce arcane

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primus-why · 4 months ago

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Rom-Com Cliché -- Saying the Wrong Name at the Wedding

Idk why but I just imagined some post-war bonding ceremony shenanigans. Imagine the war has ended, and all Cybertronians are invited back to the planet to rebuild...

The tentative situation they're calling "peace" between Autobots and Decepticons is under constant strain, which was to be expected, but the returning NAILs don't seem to like the factions either. With tensions on the rise, Optimus and his advisors decide their best bet is to try and forge a fresh relationship with the NAILs-- after all, Optimis only ascended to the role shortly before the exodus. He'll show them that he's different than his predecessors! By extending a servo in genuine trust and a desire to understand, the Autobots and NAILs may find new allies in one another.

(Which, as Prowl points out, is a strategic military maneuver as much as it is a political one. By bolstering their allied numbers, it will make the 'Cons think twice about breaking the treaty and restarting the war.)

However, to their credit, Megatron and the 'Cons appear to throwing themselves into rebuilding efforts as much as anyone else. They even agree to share resources with the NAILs-- in exchange for labor or something of equal value, of course. Optimus can respect that. He knows Megatron believes actions speak louder than words, so it's encouraging to see the Decepticons making the effort to unify as well.

Slowly Optimus is put more at ease-- the three primary factions fall into a rhythm which sees the return of buildings for shelter and science, free-flowing energon, and nature reserves. As a result, he feels much lighter. The Matrix practically sings when he sits on a Council where they are productive!

Ironhide: Careful there, Prime. I think that grin might become infectious.

Optimus: Ha-- I keep forgetting how easy I am to read without my mask.

Megatron snorts. He was always able to read Prime just fine, even with a battle mask. The mech is too open and honest-- a quality the bit-brained Autobots admired in their leader.

But, even he had to admit, it's hard not to stare when the fool is practically beaming. It comes as a shock to no one that joy was not an emotion he often saw in his encounters with the Prime on the battlefield. 'It's natural to be curious,' Megatron reasons with himself; he simply isn't used to that bare face-- especially when it isn't weighed down by sad optics... or lips set in a hard line...

'... Scrap, what were they saying?'

Windblade: Is everyone excited for the festival?

'Ah.'

Starscream: Ughhhh...

Metalhawk: It doesn't have to be perfect.

Starscream: Yes it does. There's less than a deca-cycle to complete the spires. If they're not-- nevermind. I won't get into it here.

Megatron: Isn't the point of this Council to communicate our collective needs? I daresay Winglord-- there's no better audience to hear your party-planning woes.

Starscream: Hmph. Perhaps. But I'd sooner scan another Earth altmode than accept your aid... no offense, Prime.

Optimus: None taken.

Ironhide: In all seriousness, if you need materials--

Windblade: --or even more flightframes to assist in construction..?

'There we go.' Megatron huffed to himself in satisfaction, 'That prideful idiot.' He knew Starscream would never have allowed himself to ask for help unless he gave him a poke.

A festival. He hadn't been to one in many years-- never in Vos, and never as a free mech. The last time he attended had been on those rare occasions he snuck out of the Pits. A handful of times he had been lucky and stumbled upon a festival. Once he deliberately snuck out to orate a speech, before the authorities broke up the crowd and spoiled the atmosphere of the event.

'... Maybe I should give a speech, for old times sake-- with the added bonus that Starscream would absolutely abhor it.'

Optimus stole a glance at Megatron, who had begun to help himself to the snacks brought for the meeting. The two faction leaders were certainly on better terms with one another than at the start of the rebuilding efforts, though Optimus would hesitate to call themselves anything more than acquaintances. Which felt strange, considering how intimately they'd come to understand one another in the context of war.

'He did it again...' For someone normally so prone to posturing, Megatron was not opposed to a display of subtlety, especially when in service to others. Of course he continues to lean into grand gestures, and always makes sure he gets the credit he is owed for his work in rebuilding Cybertron... but in these small, almost inconsequential moments, he still looks out for others in his own roundabout way. He'd cede his floor time to someone who spoke on an issue he agreed with, essentially handing them a platform; he'd do what he did just now-- toss out some snarky jabs to get a conversation flowing; Optimus once even saw him purchase fancy fuel at a market, then hand half to a sparkling who had been eyeing the goods... though he tried to hide gesture.

The duplicity fascinated Optimus. Has he always been this way? Surveillance of Decepticon command and years of combatting the mech head-on suggested this was not the case. However, they held different roles now. Optimus knows he's changed since the end of the war... he can't help but wonder how Megatron has been changed too...

'... Wait, oh no, did Metalhawk just say something?'

Metalhawk: Speaking of Earth, I've been meaning to ask you about it for a while.

'Ah!'

Optimus: Yes, of course! What would you like to know?

Metalhawk: Having never been myself, I'm curious about your affection for it. You must hold it in high regard if you've maintained your altmode all this time?

Optimus: Oh! That's... well, yes. Despite the many unpleasant memories, I also made many fond ones that I will treasure. Even when I chose it, this alt just felt... right.

Metalhawk: I see. Would you be open to sharing some of those fond memories with me? Perhaps... at the festival?

'... Holy scrap. Is he asking what I think he's asking??' Despite his efforts Optimus can feel energon begin to rise to his face-- he hasn't been asked out since before he was a Prime! Distantly he is aware the room got quieter, save for Megatron coughing on a sweet that went down the wrong pipe.

Optimus: I should think there would be plenty of time, if we attended together.

Metalhawk: Then it's a date?

Optimus: Looking forward to it..!

Metalhawk takes his leave with a warm wave and a smile. Windblade and Ironhide gawk until he is gone before rushing to Optimus.

Windblade: Did you know that was going to happen??

Optimus: No, not at all!

Windblade: You handled it pretty well!

Optimus: Oh thank Primus. I don't know why I got so nervous all of a sudden. I speak to him nearly every day...

Ironhide: Ooooo, I'm telling Ratchet...

Optimus: Go ahead, it's not like I wasn't planning on telling my amica... preferable he knows before the press.

Ironhide: I was thinking more-so that he'd wanna squeeze you in, to check if your firewalls are up-to-date--

Optimus: -- 'HIDE!

Starscream: *ehem* Congratulations, Optimus Prime, you two make a handsome match. Now, if we could get back to planning the biggest event of the stellar cycle...

Fast forward-- past the festival, past the tabloids speculating on the nature Metalhawk and the Prime's relationship. The Autobots meet with Optimus once again. This time, some propose... a proposal.

That is to say-- a political bonding ceremony between the leader of the Autobots and a leader of the NAILs.

Ratchet thinks it's a bad idea-- much too soon for something so dramatic. It will seem farcical, an echo of a time long past where higher castes bonded to better their social standing. Optimus tends to agree.

But Prowl argues their festival date generated a lot of public approval. Having the people's high regard and trust is important in unstable times...

Prowl: Not to mention we'd secure our relationship with the NAILs. If the 'Cons ever stir up trouble, we'll be ready for them.

But Optimus isn't so sure of that argument anymore. Why would Megatron put so much effort into rebuilding, to personally have a servo in shaping their new world, only to destroy it again?

Optimus: ... Jazz? What do you think?

Jazz: ... *sigh* Honestly? I think a big, public-facing, cross-factional bond would go a long way towards helping things solidify. Feels more permanent... and obviously the 'Cons are off the table. So... why not Metalhawk? He's a nice guy, right?

Ratchet: Being 'nice' isn't all there is to it! Optimus has every right to bond with someone he loves..!

The 'Bots bicker, and Optimus has a moment to mull it over.

Finally, he speaks.

Optimus: ... I think... I could grow to love him. In time.

Ratchet: Optimus...

Optimus: It's okay, Ratchet. I accepted long ago that being Prime would require personal sacrifices.

Ratchet: ...

Optimus: Prowl, please prepare correspondence to Metalhawk. I want him to make an informed decision, so that I don't take this choice from him under false pretenses.

Ratchet exits without another word and doesn't return to the meeting.

Fast forward again-- to the day of the bonding ceremony. Metalhawk agreed (after making sure Optimus was of sound mind) to bond for the unification of Cybertron.

Anyone who is anyone is at this wedding. Councilmech, visiting dignitaries and ambassadors, the rich and famous. Sprinkled among them are genuine friends of the couple. Across Cybertron the event is broadcast live, and everyone waits with baited breath as the ceremony draws closer and closer to its conclusion.

Megatron made sure to sit on the end so he could beat the crowds to the open bar. In fact, he doesn't even stick around for the latter half-- why bother? He's already made his required appearance. Might as well crack open some high grade and head home early.

He eyes the solid fuel as well-- energon goodies and foreign sweets piled high for guests to choose from to their sparks content-- but he doesn't have an appetite. Hasn't for quite some time. He inspects his cube and spots the broadcast on a nearby holoscreen.

He sneers, frighteningly enough that the staff lingering in his line of sight make themselves scarce.

Megatron: I thought you were better than this. All that talk about forging our own bright future, and yet here we are. Lining up for the honor to dance in the shadows of a gilded past. Disgraceful.

On screen the couple turns to face each other, ready to recite the last portion of their fictitious vows before sealing the deal. Optimus, the self-sacrificing idiot-- still all too easy to read even in times like these if one knew where to look-- is putting on a brave face out of a sense of duty.

... He can't watch them do this. Instead, he turns back to lean against the bar and contemplate how far back this puts his plans for a free Cybertron... a world where high caste couplings are a thing of the distant past, and Primes can bond whomever they please...

Clergybot: To love and to cherish...

Metalhawk: To love and to cherish...

Clergybot: ... Until all are one.

Metalhawk: ... Until all are one.

Clergybot: ... And now I, Optimus Prime...

Optimus: I, Optimus Prime...

Clergybot: ... Take thee, Metalhawk...

Optimus: ... take thee, Megatron...

Megatron spits out his fuel and glares at the cube like it offended him.

'What the frag is in this--?!?'

But the gasps and murmurs of the crowd replacing the dull recitation alerted him to the fact that the ceremony... had stopped.

Optimus: I... I mean...

'Oh Primus...'

Cameras zoom in even closer, showing the Prime frozen in shock. The cube slips from Megatron's servo, shattering on the floor.

'Did he actually...??'

Metalhawk was stroking the Prime's servos that were still held in his own, whispering something blessedly inaudible, but the other mech eventually twisted them free.

Optimus: ... I'm sorry, I-I have to go.

Murmurs grew into a scandalized uproar as the Prime bolted from the altar and out the back of the temple. Metalhawk and the clergy attempted to placate them, but in time Metalhawk would leave to join the search party who had ran after Optimus.

Not before Megatron downed the rest of his drink and stole some snacks for the road (the reception wouldn't be needing them anyway.) He takes to the skies-- an advantage not many Autobots had on hand that would take too long to mobilize-- and opens a private comm channel.

Megatron:: Soundwave! Get me visual reports from the Westside of New Iacon, near the temple! Prime has escaped!::

After a beat, he realizes how that sounded. Old habits certainly do die hard.

Megatron:: He's fled the scene. Can you tell me which direction he's headed?::

Soundwave pings an acknowledgment. It doesn't take long to get his answer.

Soundwave:: Prime: headed towards Archives.::

Megatron:: The Archives? That's halfway across--::

Soundwave:: Clarification: The Old Archives.::

'Ah, that makes more sense.'

Megatron:: Thank you, old friend. What would I do without you?::

Soundwave:: Megatron: remain single forever.::

Megatron:: You-- wh-- that is not why I am pursuing him!!::

Soundwave:: ;) ::

Megatron hangs up and focuses on his flight instead, the impending conversation he'll need to have with the Prime looming ominously like a cloud.

#megop #this got wayyy too long lmfao #fuzz writes #fic pitch #rom com shenanigans #cue them getring stuck huddled under some debris of the old archives #as acid rain begins to pour outside. thus calling off the search parties until the storm passes.#yadda make out session in (well technically out of) the rain baybeeeee

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sleepy-grav3 · 8 months ago

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Twin Demon Brothers AU- BUT!!! No Fentons

Dc x DP

I got into the fandom and ended up lost. I got this random idea so... here it is.

Open prompt btw

Danyal and Damian are raised mostly separate but do come together for sparring matches and whatever else. They're both skilled, talented individuals. So much so that because of their whole twin thing, there's no clear heir.

Damian had always thought of Danyal being Robin while he was the Demon Head. Danyal seemed much more free, more playful. He can switch up quickly and always was attentive, but he was much less uptight than Damian.

Maybe it was because Damian's interest with animals was forbidden and not reachable in the league compared to Danyal's interest in astronomy, which was easy to cover up.

But to their grandfather, that wasn't an option. So, he made them fight to the death. Before they went up, Talia had promised to revive the loser as long as they fought with everything they've got. Put on a show.

They fight, Danyal sacrifices himself by "miscalculating" a move and gets killed. Damian is then named the heir.

However, when they go to revive Danyal, nothing happens. Maybe he wasn't dead long enough or was in contact with blood blossoms- idk. But he doesn't come back.

Danyal ends up in the Infinite Realms. After realizing that he wasn't getting revived, he goes through a journey to go back. He ends up getting into a bunch of fights and eventually becomes someone important (Ghost King, Crown Prince, Baby Ancient, whatever).

He makes it back and... idk. Maybe it was a team effort where Phantom interacts like a poltergeist and has to work together with Damian to have him return to the mortal realm.

Revived or maybe fully a ghost. Maybe he ends up having to get a whole curse thing going on to attach him to Damian or an object.

idk, I feel like this would be a fun little thing. Maybe I'll make a oneshot? But that'll be a bit and not as detailed as I'm currently craving.

Maybe the fentons could be a thing but just- sorta unrelated? Or maybe just- get rid of them and have the GIW take place of that idea. They're a problem in a season/part 2 where Danny's struggling to reconnect and deal with how distant the family is with everything. Stack family problems with GIW and you have a lovely death-day cake!

Ah... but I do want Dani/Elle/Danielle to exist. I just like her around. How would Vlad work?

I should really stop. I'm not making this any better for myself.

Tag me (is that how you say it? I haven't been posted in so long) if someone writes this. And if I do post something... write it anyway. The more stories out there, the better :)

#dcxdp #dpxdc #dc x dp #dp x dc #damian wayne #damian al ghul #danyal al ghul #danny phantom #idk it'll be interesting to have a journey through the infinite realms #how would danny meet everyone?#I'd imagine clockwork being the reason the revival didn't work #or maybe it's because they were blood relatives to an immortal #so it just- did the reverse #or something

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coffeemakerwriter · 4 months ago

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The price and Gaz fic I’ve had in my docs for months is here finally 🫶

Word count: 1.3k

Angst/comfort

Tw: dissociation, panic attacks, SH mentions

Price x gaz (platonic? Romantic? Idk y’all decide )

“Sometimes I don’t feel real.”

Price paused, the pen coming to a stop against his paper, he lifted his head to face the sergeant at his door.

“What do you mean Garrick?”

“I don’t- it’s just..” Gaz wasn’t sure how to word this, how to explain that some days felt less real than others, that there’s days where he had to hurt himself to make sure he was real.

“Sometimes I feel like I’m not…real? Like I’m dead or everything is fake. I don’t know.” Gaz scrunched up his nose, pursing his lips.

“Why don’t you sit down, Sargent?” Price suggested, moving his papers to the side, resting his arms on his desk, giving Gaz his full attention.

Gaz walked farther into the room and pulled the chair back from his desk, sitting into it slowly, unsure if he should really take the offer. Sitting with your superior and unloading your personal issues usually doesn’t end well. And if he’s going to be honest? Gaz isn’t too fond of letting his captain know he’s struggling.

Leaning back Price examined the boy, the way he hunched in on himself, an attempt to make himself smaller he’s sure, avoiding his gaze and instead focusing on picking at the skin around his nails, a habit the captain had noticed the man does far too often when he’s anxious.

“I'm not- I’m not real.” Gaz cringed, this fucking sucked. Why did he think this was a good idea?

“Course you are Sargent.”

“No. I don’t- you don’t get it. I fucking-,” he paused, taking in a shakey breath, he slumped down in his chair, crossing his arms.

“I don’t feel real. When I look in a mirror my face doesn’t feel like mine and sometimes I can feel my bones. I can fucking feel my bones captian. I can feel them in my skin. My skin is fucking crawling sir.”

Price made a hum of discontent, shifting in his seat he leaned closer, putting more of his body weight onto the desk.

Words were hard, that much was obvious when John tried to find them, and he couldn’t.

He opened his mouth, closing it once before he opened it again, “sergant..” he paused, “Kyle, you're not dead. You’re very much alive son.”

Gaz cringed at that, logically he knew he was real, knew there weren't bugs crawling in his skin, he knew logically his captain was right. But that doesn’t change the fact he didn’t believe him, or that he still felt that way.

He watched as Price stood from his seat, rounded his desk to face him before kneeling, his knees cracking and groaning as he did so, and he rested his hand on the man’s own knee, he looked at Kyle, his own face contorted in a face of either worry or concern maybe even pity if he really looked but either way he couldn’t tell, and he was scared what he’d find if he looked deeper.

“I know that, I just-” Gaz stopped, turning his head to avoid looking at his captian, instead focusing on the name plate on his desk, and maybe just maybe if he tried hard enough he could even melt it.

It felt like he was dissapointing his captain, that the fact he was struggling was a dissapointment to him, that the time and effort he put into him wasn’t worth it.

Price looked up at him, lines creased into his face, he ran soothing circles on the man’s knee with his thumb in an attempt to provide him with some sort of comfort, trying to think of what to say.

He thought for a moment, then two, then he sighed.

“Kyle, what's goin’ on with you son?”

Gaz shrunk in his seat, guilt sinking into the deepest part of his stomach, he didn’t like talking about this, he didn’t like talking about this at all. What made it worse? His captain never uses his name, and he’s already used it twice so far.

Has he mentioned how much he hated this?

Gaz swallowed, his throat felt clogged, “Told you, don’ know. Just- I don’t know.”

He feels like a failure. That much is for certain. That’s what he does know. He also knows that his captain is gonna discharge him, or that it’s gonna go on his file that he’s not well enough for active duty, or that he is going to tell laswell and then it’ll go up the chain and then-

He couldn’t breathe.

Why couldn’t he breathe?

Gaz inhaled, then exhaled, then inhaled again. It wasn’t working. Why wasn’t it working?

Gaz sat up slowly, no longer sitting slouched, instead, he sat slightly bent over, his hands placed over his chest as he gasped for air, he furrowed his brows, slight panicked look crossing his features as he looked up at his captain.

Price shifted slightly, moving to grab his hands away from his chest, concern and worry etched into his face, “Garrick, easy son, what’s wrong?” He frowns, seeing the sergeant panic like this isn’t something he’s used to.

“M’ cant breathe, feels like I can’t breathe”

Gaz gasped unevenly, starting to hyperventilate, his breathing becoming more unstable, more panicked.

It felt like he was gonna die.

He didn’t want to die.

“Sargent, easy, you're alright, come here.”

He tugged Gaz out from the chair, pulling him onto the floor with him, putting his hand against his own chest, he took a deep exaggerated breath.

“Follow that yeah? Think you can do that?”

Kyle nodded, he took a deep and shaky breath, slightly rasping coming from his mouth as he breathed, his lungs were screaming for air at this point and his Price was starting to worry the poor boy would pass out on him.

Kyle leaned his back against the edge of the chair, the wood digging into his back, the slight jabbing helping ground him just a little, he closed his eyes, and if he concentrated enough, he could feel his captains heartbeat, the slow and steady thrum underneath his fingers doing well to soothe the restricted feeling in his lungs, doing well to ground him.

When he opened his eyes again he could see the pinched and worried expression on his captains face, and he huffed, his body felt exhausted, his legs were pressed into his captains in the small bit of space they were sat in between the desk and the chair that didn’t allow for too much comfort of two fully grown men.

“There we go son, deep breaths, you're alright now.”

When Kyle finally spoke, his voice came out slurred and heavy, the exhaustion clawing at his brain, “m’ sorry. Didn’t mean to-” he stopped, his brain felt fuzzy, it made it harder to form sentences that were coherent enough to make sense to the captain.

‘Your alright, yeah? Just a panic attack”

“M’ never had one before.”

“That’s okay. They can be pretty scary.”

“Mhm.”

He really didn’t have the strength to keep talking anymore, if anything, he really just wanted to curl up and go to sleep for the next eternity.

“Let’s get you out of this chair, get you onto the couch. How’s that sound?”

He nodded, watching as his captain stood and moved away from the space he was in, standing by his chair, hovering on the off chance he may fall.

He stood, his legs shook and they felt as if he’d been sitting on them for hours, he could feel his captains hand on his back, stabilizing as he moved away from the chair, being guided to the old leather couch in the corner, being laid down on it, curling up.

“Feel better?”

He made a noise of sorts, something between a hun and a groan to confirm.

He’d be quite content this being his eternal sleep if he was honest.

#call of duty #cod mw2 #cod mw3 #cod modern warfare #cod #cod mwiii #cod gaz #call of duty gaz #kyle gaz garrick #cod price #call of duty price #john price #captain price #price x gaz #gaz x price #gazprice

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gogolstoelicker · 1 year ago

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Dorm leaders with a Razor!MC

a/n: totally lost the pookie who asked for this but if by some miracle yk its you, pls dont beat me up for taking so long </3 /j

also if tumblr did smth weird with the bullet points again, point ur guns at the app

its one week before my exams so im using my adrealine for smth!!

You are generally good-natured person who considers your wolf pack your family and becomes enraged if they are hurt by other parties. You love your wolf family but dislike the fact that you aren't fully like them. You considered the few humans you do encounter to be your friends and are willing to protect them from danger if it means sacrificing your and your pack's dinner for the night. You are a quick thinker. You are also honest and forthright due to your limited exposure to human life. You are not used to speaking and only speak in short phrases and words, finding it troublesome, but you continue nonetheless.

Riddle

my mans stopping you like this to take a look at your uniform

pookie, youre a lil messy rn -he said this in anger, I'm just giving you the nicer version

its ok, he helped you clean up a lil after!!

u absolutely trying not to mess up the collar and tie up bcs its so uncomfortable:😢😔

it always goes back to the messy version as soon as hes out of sight or its half the day already

he wont find out (i lied he absolutely did)

he can always count on u to tell him the truth should your friends ever do smth bad

"broke. chair." while pointing at ace and deuece

they have tears in their eyes as riddle approach them

honestly some of ur behaviour makes him go⁉️

fr thought u were a beastman or smth

then found out youre just a human whos lived with wolves their whole life

FUCKEKEKE REMEMBER THAT TIME IN HIS OVERBLOT WHEN HE WAS TALKING ABT PARENTS

u being an orphan as he goes on with his speech: /JOKE

ace beats his ass up for u its ok

him trying to figure out how they didnt try to eat u🤔

he didnt try to stop u but that wont mean he wont go😅😅

ALSO eat ur veggies pls

hes chasing u around heartslabyul trying to make u eat a wee bit of carrots

Leona

"veggies:( bad:(" "so real"

^ur real time convo

whenever youre given food with veggies, u pass it off to leona

leona then pass it to ruggie who then muched it off

he absolutely told u to give ruggie any veggies btw (free food for the man‼️)

ruggie is forever happy to receive free food

he actually thought u were a beastman too because of your scent

"r u a jack kinnie?" he would ask (he didnt ask it like that)

turns out you just got raised by them

idk savanaclaw might be an ok? place for u? considering most of them r beastman there

like its not even surprising to see u practicing with them every morning anymore

ruggie dragged both u and leona by the collar to practice btw

"im all the way in ramshackle" leona surprise adopted u to savanaclaw, dont resist /J

u surprisingly get along well with him‼️‼️

leona acting like he doesnt care abt the youngsters👴🙄 (hes failing)

he totally didnt take a nap with you in his usual spots, no who did that?? pft not him

no he did NOT save u from accidentally getting hurt by your friend's troubles btw no

also, he did not mind that you do not talk much

the less words the better for him!! he encourages this (he got beat up later by the people who thinks otherwise)

Azul

youre so simple, azul actually had a great time

"pls sign this contract to save ur friends" "ok:)"

well youre homeless now (not rlly u have a home in savanaclaw)

yk those super villains laughing evilly everytime their plans r going so well?? thats azul

he didnt even need to put many efforts in trying to trick u, u just go thumbs up at him

he does not feel bad btw

he does not care if youre a beastman or not. a business opportunity is all you'll ever be to him

maybe a friend too but you'll need to unlock friendship level 10 for that

can wolves swim underwater, im sayign yes for plot reasons

anyways u came back from trying to get the painting(?) picture (?) like a wet dog

im saying nonsense rn i think i need sleep its almost 1am

he threw his head back 90° to laugh dramatically at how u reminded him of a wet dog

this is a joke, do not come for me

honestly he had to drag u away from the lounge once bcs u tried catching the fishes in the aquarium

"MF LEAVE MY FISHES TF ALONE IF U WANT TO LIVE" is what he wouldve said if hes not a professional businessman

he is a professional guys do not worry💯

honestly, he is pretty ? that you had trouble speaking

after finding out its bcs youve been isolated from the human things, he kind of goes🤔

the business in his head is controlling him before he can stop them😖🫣

would u like a potion from him to help u with that problem<33

honestly head empty rn

Kalim

rhey all thought you were a beastman and he is not an exception

is def surprised bcs ur ass howled one time at a full moon

he witnessed that, he had the front row seat as witness

he lets u do ur thing its ok

even asked u if its family tradition HELP /J

"oh man u have such fluffy hair"

he said before trying to touch it and realising its literally tangled all over

him and jamil whos right next to him

were u raised in a barn??

kalim assumed theres no hairbrush in ramshackle

u dont have to worry bro, kalim is more than happy to stock u up with some hairbrush

"oh its nothing much dont worry😊🙏‼️" the literal gold handles on the hairbrush:

u dont have to worry abt not speaking much, he speaks enough for the both of u

he spoke such strange things u dont understand him sometimes

u just nod along and gave him thumbs up

its like sun and moon but the moon is confused /j

if youre sleeping outside, he will join u btw

he brought his pillows and blanket out to have a small sleepover with u

jamil had a mini heart attack when he went to wake kalim up in the morning to see hes missing from his bed

Vil

vil when be sees u

yk how yall lived in pomefiore for a bit after the idia thing??

yeah he polished u up so much bro

u came into the dorm looking like someone abandoned u so youe only option was to live in the jungle with the help of ur jungle friends and have survived through the way of the mammals since u were an infant

and u came out looking like a brand new person

u came out of the dorm looking like u got new skin that its literally shining under light, ur hair softer and no longer tangled and no more eyebags and u smell like flowers

vil wiping his forehead after a job well done😊🙏

also he was pretty shocked when he found out u were pretty isolated from the human norms or whatever

he did try his best to break you bad habits, like literally running in mud

he also helped u with like speaking problems?

he got u a whole dictionary in case u dont know the word bro

also fix ur uniform for ueach time u try to loosen it up because its too suffocating for u

if u try to loosen it up one more time, he'll add the veggies in ur plate

he absolutely does makes u eat ur veggies

he'll tie u down a chair and make u eat them even

/j he wouldnt. he have rook to help him with that

Idia

him after he fixed ur dorm with the greatest and newest updated quality just for u to sleep outside

he gets it, youve been raised this way

but he just fixed it for u bro😢😢cant u at least sleep in there

grim sleeps in diff rooms every day bcs of the upgrade and u did this?? /j

oh well at least the outside kind of looks better now too he guess....

u dont even use the tv, u dont know how it works

"people in there real?" "? no ?"

he beats u in every video games ever because u literally could not keep up with technology

hes slaying everyone and youre wondering how to make ur character walk the way u wanted them to

u accidentally drowned somehow in the video game

he feels a tad bit bad for u

he cant bond much with u because like

hes quiet, youre quiet

hes a modern dude, u dont even know whats a phone

he likes video games, u prolly like hunting for food

if you two r in a room together, the only people who r talking r literally the wind

"whoosh whoosh whoosh🌬" whoosh whoosh🌪

Malleus

he spoke enough for the both of u (its abt gargoyles)

he actually spoke so much confusing words for u

u looked at him like 😃🫨 (ur head is spinning and u r dying)

u can always ask him if u dont understand tho

he will explain in another paragraph but its ok, at least u understand now

barely actually

ur brain hurts and its fried from talking to him since he use big words

he did try to use simpler words for u!!

oh u two can kind of bond i think

youre both not familiar with technology so it will work well

u know those faces grandparents make when looking through new technologies

like the eyes squinting and eyebrows furrowed look with thag confused look

yeah thats the both of u

u both try to figure it out together (it did not work out)

yall asked lilia for help

peepaw is into the trends, he can help the both of u dont worry!!

he saw how messy you could be sometimes and went damn

he'll fix u up with magic its ok

show me funny things, magic man

anyways its a habit of his to fix anything in ur appearance whenever u have ur nighty walks

like u have this dirt on ur white uniform? say no more.

theres a damned branch in ur hair (dont ask how u got that) and its tangled in ur hair?? he got u pookie

part of ur clothes r literally ripped off because god's knows what youve been doing in your free time??? u dont even need to ask bbg

#also i think razor and silver can get along quite well #the adoptive sons #twst wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #riddle rosehearts #leona kingscholar #azul ashengrotto #kalim al asim #vil schoenheit #idia shroud #malleus draconia #how do i usually tag #in my boomer era i forgot how to post #is this what i usually tag???#say yes pls

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somanyratsinthewalls · 8 months ago

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Burning Hearts Chapter 19

Pairing: Law x Straw Hat Zoan Type (named) OC

Summary: You’ve spent a year with Law and the Heart Pirates now. Law is still pressing to unlock the full capabilities of your devil fruit powers as a mythical loan type, but you’ve got other things on your mind. You’ve uncovered Law’s plan to kill Doflamingo, but you’ve resigned to stop him and accept the way things are meant to be. He needs you. Your heart lies half with Law, but half at home with the Straw Hats.

+18 CONTENT! SMUT! MINORS BEGONE!

Taglist: @zoros-fourth-sword @cottoncandyloverrrr @airwolf92 @nothing-but-brass @tuskjohnny

WC: 4200 This should have been two chapters but idk I'm the author.

Burning Hearts Chapter 19: Finally

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You couldn’t sleep that night. You had spent a year here with Law and his crew. How could you keep the secret that he was planning to abandon his own crew to take on Doflamingo alone? It was surely destined to fail… as strong as he was, you knew he was no match for the dangerous warlord.

You tossed and turned until the sun rose and you threw the comforter off your body in defeat. You had to meet Law for training. You couldn’t let him know you knew about his plans… not yet. You didn’t know what to say. Do you try to convince him to stay? Do you tell the rest of the crew and have them join you in your efforts?

Law was so stubborn. He’s changed his mind less times than you could count on two hands.

*knock knock*

You hopped out of bed and scurried to check the peephole in your door. It was Law. You suck in an anxious breath.

You let him in.

“Hi.” You say shyly as you close the door behind him.

“Hi back.” He says with a slight smile.

You try to return the smile but fail to look in his eyes. You backpedal a few feet and lean against the back of your bed.

“So…. What’s up?” You ask as he stands awkwardly in your room.

“I.. was wondering if you wanted to take the Tang out with me tomorrow night? Just us? Like… a date, maybe?” Law took a step towards you and placed a gentle, cold hand on your waist.

“I… yeah sure.. should I pack anything?” You flinch involuntarily and he recoils his hand. You still haven’t made eye contact, keeping your eyes at Law’s chest level.

“Probably just an overnight bag…” Law takes his free hand and tilts your chin up softly so you can meet his gaze. “You okay?” He asks.

“Yeah, just didn’t sleep well.” You lie. “Makes me kind of jumpy, I guess.” You feign a laugh, obvious to both you and Law that it was artificial.

“We don’t have to go out tomorrow, we can do it some other time-“

“No! It’s okay.” You respond quickly, not wanting to draw more attention to your distraction. “I have a bunch of work in the garden to get done. So I would have to skip training today in order to finish in time to go out tomorrow…” You couldn’t help but at least try to give yourself an out. You move over to your desk and start putting on your apron and grabbing your gardening tools.

“That’s fine.… well I’m going to be gone tonight but I’ll have the snail if you need me. I’ll pick you up tomorrow when the sun’s down, I should be back by then.” Law tries to push past your skeptical tone.

“Where are you going.” You state firmly, finally make eye contact with Law and you stop shuffling through your gardening gear. You straighten your back and look deep into his grey eyes.

“I have a meeting.” Law swallows. “World government stuff.” Law’s eyes flick to the floor, to the east wall of your room, then back to your harsh gaze.

“Hmm.” You huff. Should you bring it up now? What was even the point? He’d never abandon his plan for you, so you probably shouldn’t bother. He was trying to be sweet… ask you out for a late night submarine trip alone… but he was still lying to you. You could tell.

Love had been clouding your judgement- no, lust? It wasn’t love. You barely knew him, you were realizing now. Lust had been blinding you to the fact that Law only cared about his own goal. A man that cared about you wouldn’t haul his ass to a foreign country to let himself get brutally murdered after abandoning his lover and his loyal crew… you knew that much.

There was an uncomfortable silence.

A dry, choking feeling crept up your throat. You couldn’t show him that you knew.. he couldn’t know that you were upset… not yet. You sniffed, swiped your face with your hand to fake an innocent runny nose.

“Right well, see you tomorrow then. I have to get to work. Have fun at your meeting.” You usher Law out of your room and close the door behind the two of you. You start walking quickly down the hall with your gardening tools in your arms before he could notice the tears welling in your eyes.

“Yeah. Tomorrow, then.” Law mumbles as you walk away.

But unbeknownst to you, of course Law had seen the tears.

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You toiled away all day in the garden. Winter was here but you still had potatoes and winter melons to tend to along with the hardy evergreen plants. You threw yourself into your work to take your mind off of Law. Things had been so good until you discovered his plans to invade Dressrosa and the finality of your ‘relationship’ had become so real in your mind.

The outdoor plants were fed and happy so you retreated to the shed where your prized plants were kept warm against the elements with heat lamps and hydroponic irrigation (a complicated system that Penguin had helped you set up).

You spend the next hour or so trimming your marijuana plants and didn’t notice the sun setting outside the frost covered greenhouse windows. You reach inside your jumpsuit pocket and retrieve your rolling papers.

You sigh and slide down against the shed’s wooden wall in a damp corner of your makeshift greenhouse. You roll yourself a joint as carefully as possibly with shaking, anxious hands.

With trembling hands, you placed the joint between your chapped lips and fished out your butane lighter. You looked down and ran your thumb over the lighter’s gold engravings, and smiled weakly remembering the thoughtful crew mate who had gifted it to you years ago now.

You push down the pangs of remembrance and light the joint. You take a long drag and let your head fall back against the wall.

You exhale and catch yourself letting out a sob. You bring your hand to cover your nose and mouth, trying to keep it all in. Tears stream down your cheeks and slip over your fingers like water in a creek after a heavy rain.

The door creaked open.

“Hey… D? Are you in here? People are eating dinner and wondering where you are…” Ikkaku’s voice comes from the doorway.

*sniff*

Ikkaku scans the shed and finds you clutching your knees to your chest in the corner, obviously crying.

“Oh, honey…” Ikkaku’s curly hair bounces behind her as she rushes over to you and squats down next to your huddled form. “What’s wrong?” She reaches out to push your grey streak of hair out of your eyes gently.

“What the fuck am I doing?” You manage to choke out after removing your hand from your mouth. You lean into Ikkaku’s chest and sob harder. She pulls you close into her arms.

“It’s okay… let it out…”

Ikkaku lets you cry violently into her body for several minutes until she finally pulls you back and wipes snot from your nose with the off-white sleeve of her jumpsuit.

“Now what did he do this time? I thought he was taking you out tomorrow night?”

“I-I can’t go.. it’s too much.. I’m leaving soon….” You whisper between sniffles.

“Soon? In a year?” She cocks her head and asks.

You nod.

“Baby that’s then, this is now. Love has never had a place in the New World. It’s the shitty nature of it all. You’re going to have to make a choice. Do you want to just be happy for a year and then miserable forever, or miserable forever starting now?” Ikkaku tries to dry your cheeks the best she can with one hand as she strokes your back with the other.

You cry harder at the thought of making that choice.

“Just go with him. If he’s asking you to go, it’s because he needs you.”

You look up through wet eyelashes at your friend and weakly nod.

“T-thank you…”

“Any time. Now finish up in here and I’ll bring dinner to your room. I don’t need all those nosy ass boys gossiping about why you’re upset.”

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The Next Day…

You leaned with your forehead against the steamy shower tile fore awhile. Ikkaku’s words rang in your ears. “Do you want to be happy for a year and then miserable forever, or miserable forever starting now?”

All you wanted more than anything in the world was to give yourself fully to Law, body and mind… but you couldn’t stop that gnawing feeling in your gut about the heartbreak you’ll inevitably receive hearing about his death. You had to push it aside as much as you knew it would hurt one day. But Ikkaku was right, you would regret it for the rest of your life if you didn’t see how far this could go.

With a sigh you finished shaving your legs and trimming everything else, washed off the remaining body wash and turned off the scalding water. Steam radiated off your damp skin as you stepped out of the shower stall.

You dried off and applied your favorite vanilla cashmere lotion all over your freshly smooth skin. As apprehensive as you were… he did refer to it as a date after all…

You got dressed in something cozy, not wanting to doll up too much due to the cold, and packed a small bag of overnight essentials. You tossed in your hair brush, tooth brush, fresh underwear and leggings, and an ornate cigarette case full of rolled joints and your butane lighter.

You wave bye to Ikkaku and Penguin on your way out, Ikkaku giving you a sympathetic, comforting smile.

You push open the heavy metal door to the base and pull the hood of your sweatshirt up to keep the brisk air from nipping at your ears. You could easily fly to where Law asked you to meet him and be there in a quarter of the time, but for your mind was telling you to walk. You trudged through the frozen field to the dock and cleared your head with each fall of your boots.

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Eventually you made it to the dock where indeed the large yellow submarine was anchored and waiting for you. You flitted up to the top deck and let yourself in the door. You slinked through the metal corridors of the ship and ended up at the control room.

You knock twice but open the door immediately, feeling anxious.

Law was standing with his back to you the same clothes he was wearing when he left. He turned upon hearing you open the door. He drops his hands from the wheel of the ship and stepped towards you.

“Hey..” He sighs out softly as he starts to smile tiredly. You see that the bags under his eyes were even darker than usual. He looked exhausted. Law lifted his arms weakly towards you. You instinctively throw yourself into his embrace. One hand wrapped around your torso tightly while the other immediately went to grip the back of your head to pull you closely into him. You could tell how much he really did need you right now.

Oh gods! You were so selfish! All you were worried about was your own inevitable heartbreak that you didn’t even think about how taxing this whole thing would be on Law. Bringing up so much past trauma and so many bad memories compounded with the thoughts of his own mortality… you almost teared up at the idea of him struggling with his feelings alone.

“Missed you…” Law mumbled into your neck after giving it a quick kiss and a nuzzle.

“Gods… must have been some meeting… you look like shit…” You say softly, still caught in his tight embrace. Law chuckles.

“You could have said something like ‘I missed you too.’”

“I know I could have. I said what I said.” You smiled as you pulled back so you could look at his tired face. You cup his cheek gently. “Let’s just get out of here.”

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You look curiously at the abyssal ocean out of the Tang’s front windows as Law had been piloting the ship for some minutes now. Occasionally you see a fish or eel skittering out of the way in the dim blue light coming from the submarine’s windows illuminating the surrounding water.

“So where exactly are we going?” You asked without turning away from the bay windows.

“Nowhere.” Law responds before you hear different knobs and switches being turned and flipped behind you.

“I beg your finest pardon?” You ask as you turn towards Law and rise to your feet.

Law steps toward you and brushes your hair over your ear before kissing you gently.

“I’m tired of everything getting in the way. No one can bother us out here.” Law leans back in to kiss your lips more firmly this time. You put your hands on his chest.

“So you’re planning on wooing me at the bottom of the ocean?” You cock your head.

“At this point it seemed like the only option… that or maybe the moon…” Law leans in again but this time kisses your jaw and down your neck. You huff out a laugh.

“And who is going to be piloting the ship while you’re indisposed?” You ask.

“It’s on auto-pilot, obviously.” Law remarks as he runs his hand through your hair.

“Okay okay lover boy, you need to go clean up and change first.” You pull yourself from his grasp.

Law rolled his eyes. “No no, come on, off you go.” You turn him by his shoulder and push him towards the door to the hallway. “I’ll wait in your room, I promise.” You smile softly as you both enter the ship’s main hall. You playfully push him off to the bathroom and you turn to your right and enter the captain’s quarters.

The captain’s chambers on the tang were a mirror image to his bedroom at the base. A rough hewn wooden desk was surrounded by bookshelves along the walls, the surface of the desk messily covered in papers. On the opposite side of the bedroom was a queen sized bed fitted with navy sheets and a quilt, made with surgical poison. The only difference from Law’s room at the base was the large windows that allowed for a fine surveillance of the ocean floor on the starboard side of the ship.

You slipped off your sweatshirt over your head and dropped it to the floor. In just your sports bra and leggings, you flop onto Law’s bed on your stomach and gaze at the sea life floating around the windows. You notice a family of seahorses in a row frolicking across the sea floor and smile. So cute the little ones were as they followed their father in a neat row… You rolled onto your back and grabbed your cigarette case out of your pocket.

You curled your feet up onto the bed and lit a joint. You laid back fully on the bed and watched the fish swim past as you smoked. You had no idea how much time passed, but you were down to half your marijuana cigarette. The door to the bedroom swings open.

“I had a feeling you’d be doing that.” Law comes in with jeans hung low on his wait and ruffles a white towel through his wet hair before throwing it towards his desk.

“A submarine ride is far more enjoyable under the influence, I’ve learned.” You smile and sit up and cross your legs.

Law smirks. “I can’t argue with that.” Law walks towards his desk. He pulls out a drawer and roots around for a moment before fishing out a bottle of whiskey and two glasses. He sets them on his desk and uncorks the whiskey. He pours two hefty glasses before bringing them over to you on his bed. He hands you one.

“Is this technically sailing while under the influence?” You remark as you take the glass from Law’s outstretched hand.

“I’ve violated several world government laws in the last few hours… I don’t think this one matters that much.” Law clinks his glass with yours.

You outstretch your hand that contained the half joint. “A little? One puff?” You goad Law.

“After what happened last time and I thought I had to switch my breathing from automatic to manual?” Law raises an eyebrow.

“That was over 100 milligrams of straight herb, this is just a hit. I promise you’ll be fine.” You gesture the lit joint towards Law again.

Law rolls his eyes and takes the joint form your soft fingertips. He inhales and passes it back to you.

“Wow, if you could see yourself a year ago…” You chuckle. Law exhales a large cloud of smoke and takes a swig of his whiskey.

“Shut up.”

“Make me.” You playfully retort and take a sip of your drink. It burns your throat but it helps you push the feelings of anxiety aside. For tonight it would just be you and Law.

Silence goes by again and you snuff out the joint.

“Daisy… I need to tell you something…” Law says as he turns his body fully towards you, his eyes still on the rocks glass in his hand.

“Oh?” You inquire… knowing he’s going to tell you of his plan to kill Doflamingo and you were going to have to act surprised, how the hell were you supposed to-

“I love you.”

The world stopped. You pick up your head and look at Law in the eye, suddenly incredibly sober. What did he say?

“W-what-“ You manage to get out, but it sounded more like a cough.

“I love you, Daisy. I-I don’t know how else to tell you how I feel I just.. you don’t have to say anything back, I just-“ Law stutters out after seeing your shocked expression. He shuffles closer to you on the bed and places his hand on your cheek. You weren’t even remotely prepared to hear that phrase from Law’s lips… shit, anyone’s lips, as long as you were alive. He was being foolish… he couldn’t possibly mean it..

“Love me enough to stay away from Dressrosa?” You spit out without thinking.

Law’s tender hand recoils from your face.

“W-wha-“

You grab his hand and return it to your cheek.

“I know I can’t convince you to stay… I just want you to stop hiding it from me…” You say as you nuzzle your blush-tinted nose into the warlord’s cold palm.

“Y-you know…” Law whispers.

“I do. I don’t want to talk about it right now. We have a long time, don’t we?” You smile and press a kiss against Law’s lips.

“W-we do… Daisy I… I do love you… I don’t know what else to say… I’m sorry…” Law says as he presses his forehead against yours and paws at your hips. You could almost swear you saw a wet twinkling in his eyes.

“I love you too, Law.” You say softly up at him, unsure of the words even as they left your lips… but they felt so natural. It felt foreign. You bring your fingertips up to your lips to try and even believe that you said it out loud.

You lay back against the pillows and pull Law on top of you with your arms around his shoulders. “I want you, Law.”

Law flops a bit clumsily on top of you.

“A-are you sure?” He asks.

“Yes.” You say confidently. “Please make love to me.” You grasp his hat and toss if off to the side of the bed before pulling him into a searing kiss. Law returns the kiss by slipping his hot tongue into your eager mouth and letting your head fall fully against the pillow behind you.

Law kisses down your jaw as he pushes his hands under your torso to remove your bra. Once discarded, he pulls down your leggings and leaves them on the floor with the rest of your clothes, leaving you fully exposed.

Law leans back and sucks in a breath as he sees your naked form before him. He freezes in place.

“And you?” You chide as you pull at the button of his jeans.

Law snaps out of his trance.

“R-right.” Law undoes his pants and pulls them down swiftly along with his briefs so that you could both finally see each other bare. He approaches you again on the bed and strokes your thigh, not looking you in the eyes.

“Wow…” You couldn’t help but remark.

“I-it’s alright?” Law asks nervously.

“It’s more than alright.” You couldn’t help but chuckle as Law’s impressively large member bobbed eagerly in front of you. You swallowed at the thought of that fitting inside of you… not having anything bigger than a single finger for several years. “I-I just might need a little help…” You smile and grab at Law’s wrist. You bring his trembling hand to your sex, encouraging him to touch you further.

“Right… of course…” Law returns to his analytical self as he begins to stroke up and down your naked slit with two fingers, warming you up to his intimate touch. You shudder a bit at his cold hands, but you warm to them quickly as you feel Law’s tender touch grip your breast with his other hand. After a few moments of rubbing through your wet folds, Law inserts his fingers inside of you with precision, like he had been preparing for this very moment.

“Oh!” You gasp out.

Law pinches your nipple in one hand while he gently taps into your sweet spot with the other. He stretches your walls delicately and gently while he slowly coaxes more wetness from your insides with his fingers.

“Shit, Law-“ You groan in pleasure and grip Law by the hair on the back of his neck with both hands, bringing his head close to you. He grunts and begins to place messy kisses down the column of your throat. “F-faster… honey please…” You beg as you buck your hips into Law’s precise touch. Law obliges and pulls his fingers into your g-spot firmly and quickly, you feel the pressure of your orgasm built faster than you were anticipated.

“Law, I’m- I’m-Fuck-“ You cry out as you reach your peak.

“Yes, give it to me…” Law presses his face into yours and captures your lips in a needy kiss as you release all over his waiting palm. Chilly doctors fingers finally warmed by your insides, he pulls himself from you slowly. You breath heavily as you come down from your high, giggling slightly as you relax your head on the pillows of Law’s bed.

“Good , b-baby?” Law awkwardly asks, realizing he’s going to now be asked to perform for the main event.

“Yes… but I want you now. Please…” You grab further down Law’s back trying to pull him up over you fully. He shifts in compliance with your touch so your hips are aligned. “I can take it…” You whisper as you sign Law’s weeping cock up with your entrance. You couldn’t believe this was really happening… but you knew this was what you wanted…

“Y-your legs are shaking… are you sure? We don’t have-“ Law stutters out as he unconsciously rubs his head against your soaked pussy.

“I want this. I want you.” You assure him. “Just do it.”

Law nods.

He pushes into you fully to the hilt in one swift motion.

“Ahhh-“ Law groans the instant he feels your wet walls wrapped around him.

“Fuck-“ You cry out, not fully physically or mentally prepared to have a man inside of you or on top of you again, regardless of who it was. You slam your eyes shut and your body goes rigid. Law senses your change in demeanor.

“O-open your eyes. It’s just me.” Law whispers down at you as he supports himself on his arms above you. “It’s just us…”

You open your eyes.

Seeing Law gaze at you with such adoration and lust, all insecurities and past anxieties melted away in his ice crew eyes. You bring up your hand and cup Law’s jaw.

“I love you, Law…” You whisper.

“I love you too, Daisy.” Law replies as he gently pulls himself out of you and begins to tentatively thrust his hips. “So much…” His eyes move from your mismatched ones to where his cock was settled inside of you. “Shit-“

“Oh, fuck, Law…” You moan at the feeling of his thick length sliding in and out of your tender walls.

“I-I can’t last…” Law stutters out, embarrassed.

“That’s okay…” You reassure your anxious lover and stroke his back.

“Fuck!” Law quickly removes himself from you and you gasp at the sudden absence of sensation. You crane your neck down and see that Law gas empties himself all over your stomach, ropes of cum shooting so far that it decorated the underside of your breasts.

Law collapses on top of you, sandwiching his own spend between the two of you but not caring enough to move. Law rolls out of you, pulling you into his chest without cleaning of either of your messes.

You laid in his embrace for a long time, just enjoying the feeling of his sharp breaths and sweaty skin against yours. This man loved you, and you loved him… and so it shall be… until the end of things…

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*A/N* WOOOO THEY DID IT! 19 CHAPTERS LATER!!! THANKS FOR STAYING ALONG FOR THE RIDE YALL! It’s gonna get angsty in the next chapter ugh I’m sorry guys… but enjoy the sexy time and the fun while we’re here! I promise there will be better smut in the future this was just their cutie pie first time :)

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emmg · 4 months ago

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been binge reading all of your stuff lately i love your fics and takes on raphael so much 😩<3 i don’t know if you’re still doing this but if you are 2 or 20. your last one has me insane about pathetic mess raphael now. and idk it’s hot to think about him all incoherent when he’s usually so eloquent and intentional with his words. maybe tav put a cock ring on him or something so he can’t nut right away idk

(anyways pls ignore if ur not still doing these. good luck with all the grading 😤)

Ask and you shall receive.

No cock ring... but she has a hand and fingers for a reason, eh?

Raphael is beautiful. It’s not something she likes to admit, not out loud anyway, lest it inflates his overgorged ego any larger. It still makes her nervous, still makes her feel inadequate, when he stands, all regal in golden brocade and dark silks, half-curls brushed behind his ears, styled with pommade, nails manicured, skin perfumed. It makes her hide her hands as they are rougher than his, makes her rebraid her own hair, readjust her clothes. Anything to smother that gnawing feeling of being a walking flaw.

And as much as all that polished perfection technically makes her wet, the real Raphael, the one behind the beauty, is... disappointing. Tragically so. He’s a lazy, self-absorbed piece of shit who genuinely believes that just being present is enough. That simply existing, just happening to be inside of her, should send her into a euphoric spiral, as if the mere fact of his cock being there should inspire religious-level orgasms and revelations.

While he lies there, moaning as if he’s done her the greatest favor, she’s left wondering how someone so physically flawless can be such a cosmic letdown. The reality of Raphael is far from the fantasy, and the gap between what he looks like and what he actually is makes her want to scream.

Sighing, she shifts her hips, rising up until his cock is barely inside her, the head just teasing the edge of slipping out. She pauses there for a second, savoring the control, before slowly sinking back down, feeling every inch drag against her. She’s doing all the work, as usual, trying to find some way to make this feel good—at least for her, because clearly, Raphael’s already lost in his own world of self-indulgence. She tries to focus, to make the slow grind worth something, hoping maybe the deliberate pace will pull some real pleasure out of this mess.

And, like clockwork, he moans. That same loud, ridiculous moan that used to send a thrill down her spine, back when she thought it was about her. Back when she thought she had some power over him, a devil, no less—a creature that should be above this kind of mortal weakness. The idea that she could reduce him to a writhing, moaning mess had been enough to make her foam at the mouth.

Hell, she could probably brush his cock with a broomstick, tie a rotten piece of fruit to the end of it, and he’d still be making that same damn sound. He’s just as much of a joke as she’s started to feel in these moments, putting in all the effort while he lies there like some kind of prized statue, expecting worship for doing absolutely nothing.

She lies down on him, rocking her hips in slow, deliberate motions, and finally, finally, the position does something for her. With each shift, her clit drags against his pubic bone, the roughness of his coarse hair adding a friction she can actually work with. She lets out a quiet sigh, her first real sign of satisfaction in what feels like ages.

"Little mouse," he groans, his voice thick with that self-satisfied purr he loves so much, as if he's the one driving this show. His hand drags down his own face, covering his eyes.

But then his hips jerk up, thrusting into her in these erratic, stuttering movements that finally break his lazy spell. She takes the opportunity, leaning back slightly to capitalize on his sudden engagement. Grabbing his free hand, she guides it to her breast, practically forcing him to participate. His large palm easily covers her breast, and his thumb flicks idly over her nipple. Not bad, but not enough. She pulls his hand away, licking his fingertips to add some slickness, then guides it back. Now it glides smoother, less of that annoying drag, and she lets herself enjoy it, just a little.

Raphael groans again, this time louder, and without warning, he slams his hips up so hard she yelps. The suddenness of it, the sheer force, sends a sharp pain through her lower belly as the blunt head of his cock crashes against her cervix. It’s too much, too fast, and the shock of it makes her wince. Before she can recover, his hands leave her breast and his face, coming to grip her hips tightly as he holds her in place, forcing her still as he pounds into her with all the subtlety of a battering ram.

"Just... like... that," he groans through gritted teeth, thrusting up into her again. "Stay still, ah-" Another brutal thrust, and this time she feels the cramp tighten in her belly, her body rebelling against his rough pace. But of course, Raphael’s too lost in his own world to notice, driving into her like he’s got something to prove.

Suddenly, he surges up, flipping her onto her stomach before she even has time to process. His hands grab her hips, roughly yanking them up, and before she can even adjust, he's inside her again, filling her up in one swift thrust. His cock stretches her, the angle hitting just right, but he starts with that infuriatingly slow, uneven pace, that does nothing for her.

He murmurs something in Infernal—one of his favorite curses. She recognizes the sound even if she’s long stopped trying to understand the exact words. He’s whispered it enough times before. "Such a little, little mouse," he mutters. "So small."

She tries to push back, to take control, but his weight keeps her pinned firmly to the bed. His legs are spread wide, trapping hers between them, and there’s no escape. His cock moves in and out of her, bleeding warmth, the obscene sound of wet flesh slapping against wet flesh echoing around them. Every few thrusts, he slams into her harder, making her gasp as the head of his cock hits that spot deep inside her. The wet squelch every time he pulls out just to drag himself back in makes her bite her lip, even though the pace is maddeningly slow.

His hips grind into her, harder now, the pace picking up just enough to send a spike of heat through her core. He groans, deep and low, and his tongue follows, curling into her ear like he’s trying to crawl inside her head. "Who doesn’t know just how small she is," he growls, voice hoarser now as he snaps his hips into her harder, making her body jerk with each thrust. "And, ah, happily comes to the slaughter..."

Something shifts. His grip on her hips tightens, bruising, and his pounding grow faster, more careless. His cock slams into her deeper, harder, over and over, and she feels her body responding, her walls clenching around him as the pressure builds inside her. She gasps, her breath coming in ragged pants as the pleasure starts to coil tighter and tighter. His palm comes down hard on her ass with a loud smack, and she hisses through the sting, but it only sends another jolt straight to her cunt.

He fucks her faster, and the momentum of it shoves her up the bed, her clit dragging against the rough sheets with each thrust. The friction sends sparks of pleasure shooting through her, and she moans loudly, unable to hold it back.

But just as she’s on the edge of something real, he falters.

Raphael’s stamina runs out, predictably, and he collapses over her, his cock still buried inside her but his weight smothering her. He’s panting against her ear, still muttering those Infernal curses mixed with incoherent rambling, half curses, half nonsense. It’s like being fucked by a lazy dog, one who can’t stop running his mouth even when he’s barely putting in the effort. His hips stutter, the movements sloppy now.

"You dreamed of this late at night," he breathes into her hair, his voice low and heated, "in your little camp..." His lips brush behind her ear, "by the fire..." and then they ghost down the back of her neck. "Wanted to be torn apart..." His words vibrate against her skin. She feels his cock twitch inside her, his hips stalling as he tries to keep himself under control.

Except no one’s getting torn apart. Not her, not even close. He’s barely moving, the promise of something wild and destructive reduced to this sluggish, half-hearted performance. She can feel him trembling with restraint, but instead of fucking her, he’s just… there. Stuck.

When he finally lifts his weight off her, giving her some breathing room, she doesn’t hesitate. With a quick twist, she slips out from under him, pushing him back, taking matters into her own hands.

Raphael sits back on his knees, his cock still in his hand, his face twisted into a frown of frustration. But she’s not about to let him pout. She leans in close, her lips brushing his, licking the taste of him as she breathes in the heat of his exasperation. She grabs his wrist, pulling his hand away, replacing it with her own as she starts stroking him.

"Yes," she whispers into his mouth, her tongue sliding over his, muffling her words with the wet heat of their not-quite-kiss. "I want you to ruin me."

His response is immediate, a loud, obscene moan that rumbles through him as his cock twitches hard in her hand. She stops, though, just squeezing the base and watching as it grows even redder, the veins bulging with need. She can feel him throbbing against her grip, desperate for more, but she holds back, enjoying the way his breath hitches, the way he trembles.

"I want you to rip me apart," she murmurs, her hand slowly beginning to move again, a slow, languid stroke slick with the wetness from her own body and the sweat dripping down his chest and pooling between his thighs. Her palm is sticky, sliding over him with ease as he groans, his head falling back in pure pleasure. There's a tiny speck of drool at the corner of his mouth that she longs to lick away.

"Raphael..." she sing-songs, and the sound of his name on her lips makes him shudder, another low moan spilling out of him as his body leans heavily into hers, eyes shut tight. But again, she stops. Her grip tightens around the base of his cock, squeezing hard until her wrist aches, until she can feel the frantic rush of blood surging through him, only to be blocked by the pressure of her hand.

She watches him, feels him tremble, his cock throbbing, leaking, desperate for release.

From the corner of her eye, she sees him reach for her.

She pushes him back before he can even finish grabbing a fistful of her hair. She knows exactly where that leads—knows the second he gets a grip on her, he’ll have her on her back, legs spread wide, fucking into her with that too-fast, too-rough, too-careless rhythm that does nothing for her. His cock slipping out between thrusts, stabbing at her as he tries to re-enter, curses flying from his lips as he fumbles for his own release. It's graceless, pathetic, the way he chases his orgasm, coming too soon, spilling hot spurts half inside her, half across her thighs, his sweat dripping down onto her face from above.

She drops between his legs instead. Her hand wraps around his cock, pumping slowly. Up and down, keeping it measured, controlled. When he gets too impatient—when his hips start bucking—she stops, gripping him tightly at the base, forcing him to wait.

He hisses above her, his cock swelling even more, flushed dark and leaking. The tip beads with precum, and she watches with a satisfied smirk as his whole body tenses. She loosens her grip for just a moment, letting him feel some relief, before squeezing him hard again.

Finally, she leans down, her breath hot against his skin. She looks up at him, feigning innocence, and murmurs, "Let me… let me make you come like this. You’re so large... you’re going to tear me apart otherwise." It’s pure, utter bullshit, but the sound that rips from his throat in response makes it worth every word. Loud, shameless, pathetic. She almost laughs—almost—but she knows better. Raphael would probably mop the floor with her if she dared.

His eyes stay fixed on her as she slowly, teasingly, licks the moisture from the tip of his cock. She hums against it, the vibration making his whole body shudder, before he throws an arm over his eyes, groaning deeply.

She sucks on the head, her hands working him in tandem, focusing all her attention there, like she’s trying to melt a large piece of candy in her mouth. She drags it out as long as she can, until his frustration is palpable. His hand moves to the back of her head, fingers gripping her hair, and she finally relents, swallowing him whole. His cock fills her mouth, stretching her jaw, and she takes as much of him as she can, her hand slipping lower to cup his balls, making up for what she can’t fit.

He bucks into her and hits the back of her throat, making her choke just a little. Tears gather in the corners of her eyes, but she holds steady, her breathing calming down as she gets used to the stretch. Her tongue swirls around him, tracing every vein, and she presses it firmly against the weeping slit at the top, savoring the taste of him. Her head bobs, cheeks hollowing with each movement, creating a slick, tight suction that makes him groan even louder.

She pulls back just enough to spit, coating his length in saliva, though she tries to keep it as quiet as possible. Despite the heat of the moment, she’s never been a fan of the sound, but the wetness helps her glide more easily as she plunges back down on him, taking him deeper.

Again, he’s watching her, his eyes wide and hungry, and she smiles softly. Raphael never truly wants a whore—at least not fully. No, he wants something more layered. He wants a doe-eyed innocent who worships him but pretends to run. Someone who murmurs no, no, please sir while her legs spread wide. He wants the chase, the thrill of corruption, the power to pin down someone who will moan for him, maybe even shed a few tears.

She’s been the prey, the helpless maiden caught in his web whenever he asked. The one he pressed into the sheets, fulfilling his fantasy of the devil seducing the pious, tricking her into forsaking her vows of chastity. She’s prayed at his feet, his cock the twisted holy sacrament she was made to choke on to seek some mockery of absolution. Absolution that came in the form of too-hot cum spilling down her throat, or, if he felt particularly devout, across her face. And he’d rub it in, smearing it into her skin like the waters of Lathander, as if he could baptize her in filth.

And then he’d offer her more—grant her the opportunity to climb onto his lap, to show him the dripping, sopping mess between her thighs, proof of his corruption. His fingers would slide inside her, tasting the fruits of his labor, telling her to ride him, and she would. She always did. His tail, for he always wore his true face those times, would snake its way between her cheeks, slick with her own wetness and sweat, teasing her ass, rubbing her raw until she was a trembling, gasping wreck.

Of course, it would be even better if Raphael could actually last.

Oh, well.

So she smiles, that soft, gentle smile he loves. Always soft, always deceptively innocent. She shows him her tongue, presses it flat against the underside of his cock, ready to take him in, to finish him off properly. But before she can even move, before she has the chance to wrap her lips around him, he comes suddenly, without warning. Hot, thick ropes of seed splatter across her chin and throat, dripping down her skin. She pulls back, hissing under her breath as it to burn, the heat of it searing her skin in that familiar, uncomfortable way.

He’s already spent, lying there, content, his breath coming in ragged, wheezing bursts between his teeth. His cock softens against his thigh, still glistening with cum and sweat, tangled in the coarse hair at his base. His chest rises and falls in that lazy rhythm of someone who’s already checked out, his focus slipping back into that self-satisfied haze.

She hums, pushing herself up to leave, her mind wandering to the glorious bath in the corner of the room. The thought of sinking into warm, clean water is the only thing that seems appealing now, after the mess he’s left her in. Maybe she could come on her fingers, since he's obviously not seeing this through.

But before she can take a step, Raphael’s hand shoots out, catching her wrist in a firm grip. He tugs her back toward him, eyes half-lidded. She tilts her head, curious, waiting, but frowns when the moment stretches out for too long.

"Clean up the mess you made, little mouse," he whispers, urging her closer. She sighs, her resistance brief and token, before lowering her head, licking her lips as she presses her mouth to his stomach, tasting his sweat, as, above her, he runs his fingers through her hair.

#raphael is bad at sex but we still all want him #bg3 kinktober #raphael x tav #raphael smut #raphael bg3 #raphael the cambion #my writing i guess #nsft #shortstories

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