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Chapter 6: The Atoning Hero and Remorseful Chosen (Part 4)

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Whomp whomp I'm back again with more Rayslations. Now that we've finally got Mithos to Calm Down, everyone gathers around to discuss the next course of action...

Part 4 (6-3 Lotus Imperial Villa)

Shing: First of all, before we get into everything—Mithos, I want you to apologize for what you did earlier. まず、色々事情を聞く前に——ミトス。さつきのことみんなに謝れよ。

Mithos: A human has no right to interfere with me. ���間がボクの邪魔をするからいけないんだよ。

Shing: What’s with that attitude!? You could have seriously injured Caius, not just me! 何だよその態度は！オレだけじゃなく、カイウスも大怪我するところだったんだぞ！

Mithos: I never touched a hair on Caius. カイウスには、まだ手を出していなかったけどね。

Mithos: If you’re this angry, then I’ll give you a special chance to hit me after your wounds have healed. You should be proud I would give this honor to a human. そんなに腹が立つなら、その傷が癒えてから特別にボクを殴らせてあげるよ。人間がボクを殴れるなんてありがたく思ってよね。

Shing: This isn’t a joke, damn it! ふざけるな！

Caius: Mithos…don’t be discriminatory towards humans! ミトス……人間人間って差別するような言い方するなよ！

Mithos: It’s fine for me to discriminate, you know? * 差別してるんだからいいでしょ。

Zelos: Yeah, yeah, let’s stop before we get in trouble again. So, what the hell happened? はいはい、また揉めるからそこまでにしようや。で、何があったのよ。

Mithos: Shut up, you backstabbing worm. 裏切り者のアホ神子は黙ってて。

Sync: Fufu… フフ……。

Zelos: What was funny about that, Sync!? そこ、笑うとこかよ、シンク！？

Kratos: This isn’t going anywhere. I heard that Mithos was attacking everyone. What happened? 話が進まぬな。私はミトスが暴れていると聞いた。何故そんなこと��なった？

Shing: That’s what I want to know. Aster—he’s Richter’s friend—asked me to check on Dist. それはこっちが聞きたいよ。アステル——リヒターの友達にディストの様子を見るように頼まれたんだ。

Shing: So, Caius and I went over and found that Mithos was beating the hell out of Dist… で、カイウスと二人で来てみたらミトスがディストをボコボコに……。

Mithos: And I would have finished him off if you guys hadn’t stopped me. お前たちが止めに入らなければあいつにとどめを刺せるところだったのに。

Sync: Really? What a shame. Why do you want to kill that Reaper, anyway? Not that I don’t understand why you’d get the urge. へぇ、それは惜しいことをしたな。で、なんであの死神を殺したいのさ。まぁ、殺したくなる気持ちはわかるけど。

Mithos: …Because that maggot put his filthy hands on my sister. ……あのウジ虫が姉さまに手を出したからだ。

Zelos: Dist sure is one crazy bastard, and his research tends to be pretty dangerous. …Hey, I’ve got a bad feeling about this. ディストってのは、確か色々やばい研究をしてるイカレ野郎だったよな。……おい、嫌な予感がしてきたぞ。

Kratos: Mithos, was turning someone into a vessel for the goddess your idea? ミトス、神降ろしはお前の発案か？

Mithos: I realize this sounds like I was doing in our original world, but I have nothing to do with this. Richter and Dist are the ones turning people into vessels. 確かにボクが元の世界で進めていたことは話したよ。でも神降ろしを実行しているのはリヒターとディストだ。

Mithos: As long as I’m involved with this, there’s no way I’m letting my sister become part of it! ボクが関わっているならマーテル姉さまを関わらせる訳がない！

Sync: Whoops, you’re a little late on that. They’ve already snatched Martel to use as the next vessel. おっと、一足遅かったか。こっちもマーテルを次の神降ろしに使う可能性に思い当たったんだけどね。

Mithos: I was restrained while he took my sister. That’s why I tried to kill him… あいつはボクを足止めしている間に姉さまを攫ったんだ。だから殺してやろうとしたのに……。

Shing: …Hm? But isn’t the ceremony of the goddess meant to cure Kohaku? Why would Martel need to be involved?  ……ん？神降ろしはコハクの治療のために行ってたんだろ？どうしてマーテルさんが巻き込まれるの？

Mithos: Oh…that’s right. I’ll tell you since it’d be pointless to keep hiding it at this point. They’ve been lying to you, Shing. ああ……そうだったね。もう隠すのも馬鹿馬鹿しいから話してあげるよ。シングは騙されてるんだ。

Shing: W-what do you mean? The divine descent is a ceremony to restore Kohaku’s lost heart, isn’t it!? ど、どういうことだよ。だって神降ろしは虚無に飛ばされたコハクの心を取り戻す儀式なんだろ！？

Kratos: You know Kohaku!? お前はコハクの知り合いか！

Shing: You know Kohaku!? Kohaku is my friend! コハクを知ってるの！？コハクはオレの仲間だ！

Shing: I’ve been struggling with doing all kinds of things I haven’t wanted to do, all because Mercuria promised she would help Kohaku…  メルクリアがコハクを助けてくれるって言ったから、オレは気が乗らないことも必死で我慢してきたのに……。

Shing: Was everything Mercuria said to me just a lie…? メルクリアの言ってたことは全部嘘だったのか……？

Mithos: Just a lie? …Who can say? She’s just a little girl. But, she’s certainly hiding something. 全部嘘……とはいえないかもね。あの通りのお嬢様だから。でも隠していることはある。

Mithos: …But Mercuria promised me similar things. She promised me that my sister wouldn’t be touched… ……もっともボクも同じことをされた訳だけどね。姉さまには手を出させないって約束だったの��……。

Kratos: As I was saying, Shing. Kohaku is in the care of the Salvation Front. I was told she was in danger of losing her heart. シングと言ったか。コハクは救世軍が預かっている。彼女は心を失って危険な状態にあると聞いている。

Shing: She’s lost her Spiria…that part was true!? スピリアを失って……そこの部分は本当なの！？

Caius: How could Mercuria do this? I couldn’t believe it when she turned Flynn into a Living Doll… メルクリアの奴、どうしてこんなことを。フレンをリビングドールにしたのも信じられなかったし……。

Caius: I wonder if she’s changed. あいつ、変わっちまったのかな。

Kratos: Let’s get a few things straight. You say Martel was kidnapped by Dist. What happened to Dist after you attacked him? 少し整理しよう。マーテルはディストが攫ったのだったな。ディストはミトスの攻撃を受けて、その後どうした？

Mithos: He was carried away by a bizarre robot while Caius and the others were stopping me. I tried to go after him, but here we are. あいつはカイウスたちに止められている間に変なロボットに運ばれていったよ。追いかけようとしたらこの有様だけどね。

Kratos: All right, I’ll call the Salvation Front for help and then we can start searching for her. Shing, how did Kohaku lose her heart? よし、そちらは救世軍にも応援を要請して捜索にあたろう。シング、コハクは何故心を失うことになったのだ？

Shing: Richter was suffering, so we tried to help him. リチャードって人が苦しんでたから助けようとしたんだ。

Shing: We tried to do a Spiria Link with our Soma to defeat this xerom-like creature inside of him, but then Kohaku suddenly collapsed— ソーマでスピルリンクして、ゼロムみたいな奴を倒そうとしたんだけど、スピルリンクに問題があったのか、コハクが突然倒れて——

Zelos: I see, I see…I see that I didn’t understand a single part of that! なるほどなるほど……ってその説明訳わかんねーよっ！

Zelos: Can you please explain it like you’re talking to someone who doesn’t know anything? 何も知らない人間にもわかるように説明してくれっかなー。

Shing: Uh, so, we can use these weapons to get inside someone’s Spiria—their heart. えっと、つまりオレたちはこの武器で人のスピリア——心の中に入れるんだ。

Shing: Richter’s Spiria had some kind of monster in it, so Kohaku and I entered it to get rid of it. リチャードのスピリアの中に魔物みたいな奴がいたから、それを退治しようと思ってコハクと中に入ったんだ。

Shing: But, there was something really wrong and Kohaku collapsed. でも、何かがいつもと違っててコハクが倒れちゃったんだよ。

Shing: That’s when Mercuria came to our rescue and said she would restore Kohaku’s Spiria. そのときにメルクリアが助けてくれてコハクのスピリアを取り戻してくれるって言ったんだ。

Shing: But Kohaku isn’t in the Empire anymore, and if they were lying to me, then I’m not staying with them. でもコハクはもう帝国にいないし騙されてたのなら今更ここにとどまる理由はないよ。

Kratos: …If you intend on leaving the Empire, then why not join up with us? If so, we’d actually prefer it if you stayed with them for a while. ……もし帝国を離れるつもりがあるなら我らと協力しないか？そしてしばらくの間帝国に留まったままで力を貸してほしい。

Sync: We can make use of someone close to the enemy. 敵の懐にいる奴は利用できるからね。

Shing: So you guys just want to use me, too!? お前らまでオレを利用するつもりなのか！？

Mithos: You want to use him as a spy instead of Chester? チェスターの代わりにスパイをしろってことでしょ？

Zelos: Well, Chester wasn’t spying on us, he was spying on Mileena and her friends. まあ、チェスターは俺たちじゃなくてミリーナちゃんたちからのスパイだったけどな。

Caius: I’m…not in a position to help you directly, but Shing is. I’ll help Shing where I can if he agrees to spy for you. オレは……力を貸すことはできないけどシングはいいんじゃないか？シングがスパイとして動くなら、オレも協力するぞ。

Caius: I need to deal with Rubia and Lukius, so I can help as long as it’s not too obvious. ルキウスとルビアのことがあるからばれない範囲でになるけど。

Shing: All I want to do is go to Kohaku’s side. Just…give me some time to think about this. 本当は今すぐコハクの傍に行きたいんだ。だから……少し考えさせてくれ。

Kratos: Don't worry, we won’t force you to make a decision now. But, you have to understand that a mole within the Empire will be a great help to us. 構わぬ。無理強いするつもりはない。ただ、帝国の内情を知る人間は我らにとって大きな戦力になる。

Kratos: We aren’t just using you. We want to cooperate with you as equals. だから利用するのではない。お互い同等の立場として協力して欲しい。

Shing: I understand. I need to think about whether I can believe you. I've already learned my lesson about jumping the gun like I did with Mercuria. わかった。その言葉が信じられるのかちゃんと考えてみる。もうメルクリアの時みたいに慌てて飛びつくのは懲りたからさ。

Kratos: And—Caius, right? I know you have your reasons, but we'd appreciate it if you'd let us go. それから——カイウス、だったな。立場もあるだろうが、我らのことを見逃してくれるとありがたい。

Kratos: And if we can be of any help, let us know. It’s clear that you’re not serving the Empire willingly. そしてもしも我らで力になれることがあれば言ってくれ。どうやらお前も理由があって帝国に従わされているようだ。

Caius: …Thank you. But it’s not like I’m helpless. I’m working with some people I know to do something. ……ありがとう。オレも何もしてない訳じゃないんだ。知り合いと一緒にどうにかしようって動いてる。

Caius: If we need anything…I’ll let you know. 何かの時には……頼むよ。

Kratos: …Mithos, will you join us? ……ミトス。我らのところに来ないか？

Mithos: ………！

Kratos: I want to work together to save Martel. This time, I want to save her, too. マーテルを助けるために協力しよう。今度こそ、私もマーテルを救いたい。

Mithos: —You listened to what everyone had to say and instructed them… You sound like how you were in the past. ——そうやっていろんな人の話を聞いて色々指示出して……。そういうとこ、昔と変わらないね。

Kratos: Is that so…? Humans are creatures that change, but humans also tend to have trouble letting go of their old habits. そうだろうか……。人は成長する生き物でありながら、凝り固まった自分を捨てられぬ生き物だからな。

Mithos: That’s right. That’s why…I can’t go with you. I can’t work with you, Kratos. そうだね。だから……ボクは行けない。ボクはクラトスと一緒にはいられない。

Mithos: You’re no longer my teacher. You are no longer my subordinate. This is a different world. I’m not your lord anymore. もうクラトスはボクの師匠じゃない。部下でもない。ここは異世界だ。ボクはクラトスの支配者であることをやめたんだ。

Mithos: The oath of knighthood you swore to me has long since been null and void. Besides, I can't go back to the old me. ** ボクに捧げられた騎士の誓いはとっくに無効だよ。それにボクももう昔のボクには戻れない。

Mithos: That’s why I’m going to look for my sister. Of course, you can at least cooperate with me. だからボクはボケで姉さまを捜して助ける。もちろん協力はしてもいいよ。

*This doesn’t feel exactly right, but… I’m not sure so fkdndnd Mithos please ** I’m not that familiar with Symphonia so I’m assuming this is a reference to something that happened in the past.

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[landososcar]

so american ; CL16

pairing(s) ; charles leclerc x american!reader

summary ; in which a trip to monaco turns permenant because of one ferrari racing driver

warnings ; fast paced relationship, smau, google translated french (pls correct anything that’s wrong) & FLUFFF

note ; lol sorry i lowkey disappeared. anyways. here’s charles and leo (aka everyone’s fav duo)

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youruser leo & i might never leave 🥰🇲🇨

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friend1 monaco is so so beautiful

yourbff you can’t leave me here alone in the us

youruser but…

charles_leclerc im stealing her

yourbff you’ve know her for 3 weeks

charles_leclerc whats your point ??

friend2 the states miss you come home

friend3 leo has a new lap to sit in????

yourbff i feel cheated on

charles_leclerc i’ll make sure you don’t leave ☺️❤️

youruser having the best time of my life with you🫶

yourbff saying you’re not gonna let her leave is kinda creepy not gonna lie…

charles_leclerc you’re just jealous coz she doesn’t wanna go back to the us and wants to stay with me

friend4 you look so happy😁

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cl16updating recent pictures of charles with a puppy, fans who asked him about the dog say his name is leo and he is not charles dog but he is staying with him for a while!! we are also unsure who the girl in his car in the last picture is, if anyone has any idea please share her instagram @ with us!!!!!!!!

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fan1 omg he’s not his dog??? i’m devastated now i wanted leo paddock appearances

fan2 idk maybe if you guys find her instagram @ don’t share it,, if charles wanted us to know about her he’d share with us

fan3 if she doesn’t want us to know about her maybe she shouldn’t hang out with the prince of monaco

fan4 she should be able to hang with whoever she wants. some of y’all are so weird

fan5 imma steal that dog

fan6 that means we probs won’t get leo in the paddock😭

fan7 maybe leo is the girls’ dog and she’s a friend of charles visiting him or something idk

imessages !

translation 1: ‘i’ll miss you so much’

translation 2: ‘we can be crazy together, my love’

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instsgram !

youruser added to the story!

charles_leclerc added to his close friends story!

charles_leclerc replied to your story

↳ you always do baby

↳ god you’re so cheesy

↳ i hate you

↳ can we go back home i miss leo

↳ charlie babe leo will be fine by himself for 3 hours

↳ i know i know

↳ i just love him so much

you replied to charles_leclerc’s story

↳ CHARLIE DELETE

↳ THE DOGS ARE OUT😭😭😭

↳ LEO GOT OUT??????????????? WHERE IS HE ??? IS HE SAFE??? DID SOMEONE FIND HIM??:??;??/??

↳ omg baby no leo’s fine i’m sorry for worrying you

↳ why would you joke about that

↳ i think i nearly had a heart attack

↳ you’re more obsessed with leo than me

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f1wagupdates charles and his girlfriend (leo’s mum — we don’t know her name) this saturday. the owner of the first pic said that they were out for dinner with pascale, arthur, lorenzo, and their girlfriends.

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user1 she so beautiful oh my god

user2 where’s leo

user3 girl she doesn’t have to take him everywhere

user4 i think her name is y/n… my cousin in america said that she looks like someone she used to go to school with

user5 i looked through charles’ following and he follows a private account with that name @youruser

user6 ooo that could be her fs

user7 did she really leave leo alone.. she’s a bad owner wtf

user8 leo is a dog he’ll be ok by himself for a few hours omg you just want a reason to hate her go touch grass

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charles_leclerc happy gorgeous amazing month ☺️❤️

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user1 CHARLES who is THAT

user2 Y/N CONTENT ON THE MAIN ‼️‼️‼️

carlossainz55 whipped

user3 omg is she playing his piano

user4 yes with her feet

youruser love love love you

charles_leclerc chérie💓💓

user4 anyone else think they’re moving REALLY quickly…. like i heard they’re living together already

user5 who CAREEESSSSS

user6 it’s none of our business

yourbff you’re all she talks about oh my GOD

charles_leclerc are you jealous

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youruser “too much, too soon” i’m living with him lol

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yourbff remember when we had conversations that weren’t about him

youruser wdym

yourbff i hate him

yourbff you’re OBSESSED with him

yourbff you guys are DISGUSTING

youruser you sound jealous

yourbff i AM. that little french driving man STOLE my best friend

charles_leclerc FRENCH????????

friend1 miss you 🫶🫶

joris__trouche ❤️

friend2 come visit soon we miss youuuu

friend3 you’re so so so gorgeous

charles_leclerc MON AMOURRR

charles_leclerc YOURE SO BEAUTIFUL I WANNA KISS YOUR FACE

yourbff can you get me a ticket to the miami gp so i can see my wife pls

charles_leclerc no you’re gonna try steal her back

yourbff @youruser ur boyfriend is being mean to me

youruser charlie i lost my miami paddock pass can you get me another one pls but like could you put it under the name y/bff/n y/bff/ln please, for no reason☺️

charles_leclerc okay baby💓💓

youruser stop it i love you so so much you’re so adorable😭

leclerc_pascale Leo ❤️

youruser he misses you 🥰

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yayy now that ik you're open to write for joel, i propose smth angsty along the lines of "you came back for me" bc reader and joel got into a really big fight before getting separated. i just want the angstttt pls crush my heart tear it apart then put it back together by ending really fluffy plssss

AN | The inevitable has arrived - here we are foraying into Joel territory. Enjoy ❤️

Pairing | Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Warnings | Language

Word Count | 2.4k

Masterlist | Joel, Main

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“You’re really stupid sometimes,” it was an exasperated huff that had your hands on your hips as you looked at him. You didn’t mean it - not really anyway. Joel was probably one of the smartest and most resourceful people you’d ever met. He hung his head with a heavy sigh before turning back to you. His expression was entirely unamused, “so foolish and - and stubborn!”

This got a laugh out of him, a bark of unamused laughter but nonetheless. He crossed his arms over his chest, “I’m stubborn? Have you met yourself? You don’t get what you want and you act like a petulant child!”

“I am not,” you hissed, trying your best not to stomp your foot; you didn’t need to help prove his point any further. Maybe he was a little right…Joel often was. But you also felt like your point was right too. Even if this was the middle of a weird zombie apocalypse you were now living in, you should be able to take some time out for yourself. Especially now that you had a more stable living situation, “it’s always work this and work that with you. We should-”

“We should do what we need to in order to survive,” he cut you off, refusing to meet your eyes. He knew, begrudgingly, that you also weren’t entirely wrong, “that is the most important thing.”

“What about us-”

“There is no us,” he insisted and damn. Those four little words broke your heart more than anything. All this time spent together, getting to know each other both on a physical and emotional level meant nothing to him. You should have known. It was almost funny in a horrible way. The older man refused to look at you and you couldn’t help but think him a coward. Maybe he was right after all - maybe you were just a child, “get that in your head and let’s get this over with. We’re losing daylight.”

He took a few steps forward, dirt and gravel crunching under his boots. You shook your head, more to yourself than anything but didn’t follow him. When Joel didn’t hear your footsteps behind him, he turned around, “I’m not going with you.”

“C’mon,” he insisted, “don’t be like this. It’s dangerous for you to be out here by yourself.”

“Well, how am I ever going to learn to survive solely on my own if I’ve always got you or someone else leading the way?” He was correct in reasoning though. It wasn’t safe for anyone alone. It was also recommended that people go out in pairs for that reason, “just go on and I’ll find my own way back.”

“Stop acting like this,” but you just shook your head and took a step further back, “can you just listen to me for once?”

“Actually, Joel, for once it would be me not listening to you. So…you do whatever it is you need to do, do it. I’ll go back and patiently wait. Then you can come back and tell me what to do,” you offered him a sticky sweet smile before turning on your heel and heading back in the direction from which you came. You took off before Joel could say anything, biting your lip in order to keep from making any extra sounds or letting your tears fall down your cheeks. 

You heard him call after you, your name falling from his lips in an increasingly exasperated tone. You heard him come after you for a few moments, but eventually he stopped, his signature sigh falling from his lips. But eventually he moved on and you continued back towards Jackson. 

Realistically you’d just proved his point by acting in such a childish manner. But you didn’t care, not right now. He’d hurt you, and you didn’t even know if he’d meant to or knew the effect his words were having on you. 

“Dumb, stupid girl,” you groaned at yourself, “had to go and mess everything up. And now you’re going to get yourself lost.”

Admittedly, your sense of direction wasn’t the greatest. But the path you’d taken to get to this point, the point where you’d picked an argument with Joel, had been a fairly linear path. Surely you couldn’t fuck that up.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

And yet…you managed to fuck that right up. 

It was dark and you weren’t back to Jackson yet and you knew that was wrong. It shouldn't have taken so long to get back. You should have been back already. Somewhere along the line you had either taken a wrong turn or missed a turn but you found yourself wandering aimlessly. It was too quiet out here, not even sounds of nighttime creatures reaching your ears. If there were anything out there with you, they’d probably hear you in a heartbeat. You’d just have to hope that there wouldn’t be any runners or stalkers or worse - clickers. You were glad you’d remembered to stash an extra knife in your boot and still had the shotgun slung across your back. You’d never taken one on your own, but you figured you could manage. You were going to have to. 

But you just hoped that you wouldn’t come across everything. You’d just camp out in one of the abandoned buildings you’d found until daybreak and then make your way back. That seemed like the most logical and smart thing to do. 

You went to check the front door of the building and, naturally, it was locked. Luckily there was an open window nearby that you figured you could use to get in. Hopefully that was a good sign that nothing else was able to get in either. You jumped the little bit of distance that you needed in order to climb up, catching your hands on the window sill and pulling yourself up. You managed to get in, but suffered a less than graceful landing as you plopped on the ground. And…managed to roll your ankle in the process. 

“Fuck,” you cried, clutching at your ankle in pain as you tried to stifle your whimper. Tears rolled down your cheeks as you slowly sat up and tried to massage the pain in your ankle away, “shit, damn it. Fuck!”

As soon as the words left your mouth, you slapped a hand over it to try and keep any further sound at bay. You sat still, and listened for a few moments to make sure you didn’t hear anything. After a few tense, still minutes had passed, you relaxed; it didn’t seem like anything was there with you. 

Crawling towards the corner, you made yourself as small as possible, sitting with your back against the concrete wall, and hugging your knees to your chest. Anything to make yourself as small and unimposing as possible. It was probably a stupid idea to sleep, alone and vulnerable, but it had been a long day and you needed some rest. Your eyes grew heavier and heavier and before you knew it you had succumbed to sleep’s siren call.

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By the time your eyes opened up, heavy and dry, it was the morning. Daylight was streaming inside the room and you let out a relieved, but shaky sigh. You’d made it through the night. That in and of itself was a good sign that you’d make it back. It was safer in the light and you might even meet someone from Jackson on the way back. 

As you tried to stand up, you quickly remembered what had happened. The stabbing pain your ankle causing you to yelp as you leaned against the wall, using it to help support yourself. Okay, okay, okay - this was going to be trickier than you thought but you’d be able to get yourself out of there. Your survival instinct was stronger than that.

But before you could do anything or plan anything else you heard it. It was your name being called out in the distance. Gooseflesh erupted all over your skin as you tried to pick out the voice. It came closer and closer and it didn’t take long to figure out who it was. Joel. It made your heart jump before you remembered what had happened. You could just - fuck it. You needed him to survive and while you were stubborn among a whole lot of other things, you were willing to put aside. 

“Joel!” you held onto the sill so tightly that your knuckles were turning white. You poked your head outside and looked around until you found him a short distance away, “Joel.”

He stopped at the sound of your voice, and you could see the evident relief that washed over his features. He jogged over to you, and you offered him a tentative, nervous little smile. He shook his head when he realized that you were safe, running a hand through his dark hair. Joel exhaled slowly before looking at you, a hard glint to his, “do you have any idea how worried I’ve been?”

“I’m fine, thanks,” you rolled your eyes lightly.

“This isn’t a game,” his voice sounded between annoyed, worried, and relieved all at once. He reached over and gently touched your face, his hand resting on your cheek, “you thought you could just go off on your own and find your way back? You couldn’t even do that. I got back and you weren’t there. Do you even know what I thought? I-I…”

“I’m okay,” you promised, putting your hand on top of his and giving it what you hoped was a reassuring little squeeze. He wasn’t looking at you, instead looking up at the blue sky. It was almost funny in a way; if you looked up, staring into the bright blue sky, it almost seemed like nothing was wrong and the world was as it had always been, “look at me, please. Joel.”

“I thought something had happened,” he swallowed the lump in his throat as his eyes met yours. There was a hard edge to them, but they were still soft, “I thought I’d fucking lost you.”

“You came back,” you took his hand in yours, admiring the feeling of his calloused fingers against your surprisingly soft skin, “you came back for me.”

“Of course I did,” he said as though it was the most obvious thing in the world, “that was never a question. You should have just come with me and none of this would have happened. You stubborn, foolish girl.”

“You…” it all seemed so trivial and silly now. Now that he was back and had come for you, “I…’m sorry. I shouldn’t have just left. Not with my sense of direction.”

“I’m sorry too,” he admitted and you raised an eyebrow in surprise. That was not what you had been expecting to hear. Joel Miller was a hard man and he didn’t generally didn’t experience situations in which he had to apologize, “I shouldn’t have said the things I did.”

“I shouldn’t have just assumed that you and I were…anything,” your voice dropped as you tried to blink back the tears that threatened to well up, “it was stupid of me and ended up causing both a lot of trouble.”

“You are extremely important to me,” his voice was gentle when it broke the silence that had fallen over the two of you. You couldn’t help the small smile that ticked up the corners of your mouth, “even if I didn’t make it seem like it. We’ll…figure it out, okay? But I want you to know that…I…”

“I know,” you did know. You knew exactly what he was trying to convey, exactly what was going through his mind. It was the same thing you were still scared to say, “me too, Joel.”

He brought your hand to his lips and pressed a kiss to your knuckles, “c’mon. Let’s get you back home and we can…go from there.”

“There’s, um…just a small issue with that,” you put on a sheepish smile as Joel looked at you expectantly, “when I found this place last night - the door was locked. I didn’t want to make too much noise so I didn’t try to force it open. Instead, I climbed in through the window.”

“I can get you out of the window-”

“I hurt my ankle.”

“Of course you did.”

“Joel-”

“It’s always something with you,” he tutted at you, but there wasn’t any anger or malice behind the sound, “what am I going to do with you, huh?”

“Keep me around because I keep you on your toes?” you tried and he couldn’t help the laugh that escaped him. You looked at him with a gentle smile, “can you help get me out of here?”

“Of course,” he promised, “sprained or broken?”

“I dunno,” you looked at the swollen joint and grimaced, “I think just sprained. But I’m not a doctor so…”

“Kid,” affection laced the nickname that he liked to tease you with. He came closer to the window and held his arms out to you. You quickly wrapped your arms around him, letting him tug you closer to his body before he picked you up and swung you through the window. You thought he would set you down, but he didn’t. Instead he held to you his chest, “you’re okay. I’ve got you.”

“Thank you,” before you could stop yourself you kissed him tenderly on his scruffy cheek, “thank you for coming back for me.”

“I’ll always come back for you,” he promised and you knew he meant it, “always.”

“I know,” you hugged him tightly, “me too. I mean, if the situation were ever reversed. Which I doubt it would be, but you know, the sentiment is there.”

“I know, Kid,” you could feel the laughter vibrating in his chest, “I know."

[gojoidyll]

There is No Law that Emperors Must be Fair

Emperor ! Jing Yuan x Princess ! Reader

Chapter 3 | Deals with Devils

Summary | You are set to marry the Emperor, Jing Yuan. In order to break the engagement, you stage an accident and fake having amnesia. But now, you own cruel, cold, and distant fiancé, who seemed to not want anything to do with you, is now acting all lovey dovey!

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“Follow me.”

That same day, Blade had left to clear out the halls because apparently you and him were going to go meet Dan Heng personally instead of him coming to you. Which was fine, Dan Heng was an important government official that worked even more closely to the Emperor than Blade. So, Dan Heng walking freely among the halls will get anyone’s attention right off the bat which is exactly why you and Blade were going to meet him instead of the other way around.

“I thought we were going to wait a few days before knocking this deal out.”

“It’s best just to get it out of the way now then later.”

You winced when you both turned a corner. The bruises and aches you sustained from the stairs were still fresh and very much hurt-, “h- hey!”

“Keep quiet."

Blade had picked you up not a moment later and proceeded to carry you down the hall, his arms wrapped tightly around you as you had no choice but to do as he said. And honestly? You weren’t complaining. As lang as you weren’t on your feet and moving around, your injuries weren’t hurting.

Before too long, he stopped at a door. Looking around to make sure no one was watching him carry you in some random room, he opened the door. Then once he closed it behind himself, he carried you to an empty chair and settled you into it.

“Oh? She’s already awake? And since you brought her here, I’m guessing the whole amnesia thing didn’t work out.”

“How-“

“Anyone with half a brain would be able to tell you did that on purpose in hopes of getting home.”

“Then why did it fool the Emperor?”

“Who knows?”

He did know, you could tell, but he wasn’t spilling. But whatever. It didn’t matter. As long as you got out of here, then you didn’t care why it worked on the Emperor.

“Alright, fine. Can we talk about this deal already then? I imagine we don’t have much time.”

Dan Heng looked to Blade and they both nodded.

“We need you to steal something from the Emperor, and then once we take you home, we need you to steal something from your father.”

You deadpanned, “are you kidding me?! If I do that, then I won’t be a princess anymore! I’ll be labeled a thief and get my hands cut off!”

“Only if you get caught.”

“And remember,” Dan Heng chimed in, “we can always go tell the Emperor what you were planning. Hell, we can even tell him how you planned to get amnesia, steal this important item, and then leave as if you did nothing wrong.”

“You-“

“So, it’s best to work with us, then against us.”

You bit the inside of your cheek, “fine, whatever, what am I stealing from the Emperor and my father anyway?”

“Two keys.”

You deadpanned again, “what.”

“You’ll know them once you see them.”

“Ok, and where are these keys anyway?”

“One of them is in the Emperor’s personal chambers. A place where only his fiancé is let in.”

“His…personal maids are let in there too, but they are too loyal to the Emperor, which is why you will come in handy.”

His personal maids… you knew what that meant. Your father warned you that some royalty takes maids to bed. You suppose that Jing Yuan was no different.

“And my father’s supposed key?”

“We will worry about that once you get the Emperor’s and back home.”

You sighed, “and what do I get out of this?”

Dan Heng stepped forward again, “you won’t have to marry the Emperor, and once you’re free from our deal you can go back home and never have to worry about us or the Emperor ever again.”

“Ever? So, the fact that I’m stealing these keys won’t ever trace back to me?”

“Correct.”

“…You said that the key is in the Emperor’s room, how am I supposed to get in there anyway?”

“Get close to him and let him take you to bed.”

“What?”

“You’ll be fine. Besides, if it gets too scary in there you can always play the scared virgin card and get him to back down.”

You huffed, “you two are brutes.”

“We could be worse.”

Dan Heng checked the time then, “enough idle chatter, take her back to the infirmary. We can discuss more later.”

“So what am I supposed to do now,” you asked while Blade picked you back up.

“Act like you have amnesia, play the innocent victim, and look at the Emperor as if he created the sun, the moon, and hung the very stars in the night sky.”

“You’re serious.”

“Very, and try to act genuine, and don’t overact either.”

“Ok, mom.”

Dan Heng glared at you right before Blade carried you out of the room, “you just like to push everyone’s buttons, don’t you.”

“Oh can it, Blade. Besides, why do you both need those keys anyway?”

“It’s best if you don’t know. For now, worry about yourself. Because I can’t promise your safety if the Emperor finds out about your charade.”

“If he does, then can you promise me something?”

“What?"

“Kill me.”

Blade glanced down at you, his hold on you tightening ever so slightly, “why?"

“We both know how ruthless the Emperor can be. If he finds out, then I will basically be sentenced to a life of torture and misfortune even if I do manage to escape. Death would be far kinder in that regard.”

“I…understand.”

Once Blade took you back to the infirmary and set you in your bed, he took up guarding right by your side once more, “I’m sure I don’t have to tell you, but as Dan Heng mentioned, the maids are loyal to the Emperor. Don’t trust them. Also,…a few of them are the Emperor’s favorites, so they tend to get away with more stuff than a princess ever could. So be wary of them. I won’t always be by your side.”

“Alright…”

“Get some rest. You have a lot to do tomorrow.”

“Like what?”

“Dealing with the Emperor, of course. I heard he canceled all of his meetings for tomorrow to be with you.”

“Huh? Why?”

“Because I told him you woke up but needed more rest, so tomorrow he could speak with you.”

“…I hate you.”

“Thank you.”

[parkersbliss]

Met Him Last Night | P. Graves

pairing: phillip graves x gender neutral reader 

synopsis: you make a decision to trust him, just this once. don't be surprised when it backfires.

warnings: graves, mentions of soap's death, possible timeline inaccuracies, one sexual reference

a/n: based on the song "met him last night" by demi lovato ft. ariana grande :) down bad for this man pls he's my american babe

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“Red or white?” 

“Neither.” 

“White it is,” They tell the server, pointing to one of the names.

You sigh, leaning back in your seat. What were you doing this late at night here? With him? 

Graves is sitting in front of you, smirking at your sour expression and you want to rip it off his face. 

The server returns with the bottle and two glasses, pouring it for both of you. Graves thanks him and then gestures for you to take a sip. He grabs his glass, raises it to you in a toast, and waits. You hesitate for a second before grabbing the other glass. After all, what’s there to lose? You’ve already sat here with him, might as well make it more bearable. 

“That’s more like it,” He chuckles as you take a huge gulp. It has a hint of white peaches, delicate, but rich and intense as you finish it. 

You set the glass back down. “You’re an instigator.” 

“So they tell me,” He replies with ease. “But isn’t this so much more fun than drowning in your own sorrows?” 

You’ll give him that, at least. You weren’t sure why you thought this was a good idea. You don’t really believe in Graves and what he stood for. Or lack of what he stood for. 

Yet, here you were, sat in this restaurant with him, indulging him when you shouldn’t. A meeting with the devil. 

“You know you don’t have to like so sour to be here, darlin’. It was your choice to contact me.” 

“I’m starting to regret that,” You mumble, knowing he was right. In a moment of weakness, you begged for a contact with him and did some dingy shit, but you got it. You should at least give him a chance after all that hard work. 

“I’m not good enough company?” 

“I’ve had better.” 

He fakes a frown. “Hurtful, really. But I know you’re mourning, so I’ll let it slide.” 

You roll your eyes. “How generous of you.” 

“You know, they do say I am quite a giver.” 

You narrow your eyes at him. Giver? He must have spoken wrong, he was a digger. Grave digger or gold digger. They both fit him. “Well, that’s some bullshit.” 

Graves laughs, the skin around his eyes crinkling. “No, I’m generous to the right people,” He corrects you. “My shadows get bonuses every year for Christmas.” He extends a hand to gesture at the table. “I’m paying for our lovely dinner tonight. Think that must constitute for something.” 

“Thank you,” You said, honestly. He was right after all, you called him here and all you’ve done is hurl insults at him. “I’m sorry.” 

He quirks a brow. “For what?” 

“I could be better company.”

“Ah, nonsense!” He waves a hand, dismissing your apology. His voice lowers, “Anyone in your position would be the same way, snippy and all.” 

“I’m not snippy!” You’re quick to defend. Though the look on his face says you might have just proven his point. “A little snippy,” You admit. 

“And that’s okay. It’s never easy losing a teammate to something so… preventable.” 

You clench your jaw at that mention and he takes quick notice. “But enough of that. Let’s talk about you.” 

“What about me?” 

“Anything you like, darlin’.” 

“I have a cat,” You blurt out. 

“Do ya?”

You nod. “Yeah, my friend takes care of him while I’m away. He’s uh… a tuxedo.” You pull out your phone to show him a picture. “He’s a little shit.” 

Graves leans in to look at the photo of your cat. “He’s cute, can’t blame him.” 

You snort. “I can’t have a Christmas tree 'cause he scales that thing to the top.” 

“So he likes a little fun.” Graves shrugs. “Don’t see nothin’ wrong with that.” 

You shake your head, a little amused. Of course, he would say that. “It’s more than that.” 

“Then tell me.” 

The conversion becomes easy after that. After you stopped insulting him, at least. Anyone who knew you knew the easiest way to get you to open up was through your cat. Maybe the wine is getting to your head, but he’s not so bad. Phillip makes you laugh, you make him laugh. You banter, you rant, you cry, and he understands. He promises you exactly what you’re looking for.

“We don’t play by the rules, darlin’. Believe me, I can get you exactly what you want.” 

You’re gone after that, having split the bottle of wine between the two of you. Any rational thoughts of what’s wrong and right have left your mind. The devil has promised you something, and he always keeps them. And perhaps you’ve promised something you shouldn’t have. 

He pays the bill, he walks you home with a hand on your back, and he stands at your doorway saying ‘goodnight.’ 

But you don’t want to be alone. 

He spends the night. Once. Twice. Three times. Too many to keep track of, but you didn’t care to anymore. Not when you sang Phillip’s praises when he was between your legs, or when he’s bringing you flowers when he sees you, or holding you late at night as you continue to mourn and find comfort in someone like him. 

There’s something warm and fuzzy about him. Something that makes your head spin and your legs weak. You don’t think when he’s around (maybe that’s the problem), but you don’t need to. 

“Never have to worry your pretty head ‘bout a thing darlin’.” Phillip would say, and so you did. 

You let him take care of your plan, your revenge, his promise. You let him take of you, healing some part of you that hadn’t after you lost Johnny. 

At least that’s what you thought, but maybe you got lost along the way, turned around, and headed straight into his arms. 

He made it so easy after all, didn’t he? To believe in him, that is. And you did a fucked up thing, really. A mistake on your part. Phillip had loyalty to no one but his shadows. For you to even think he’d extend that to you? Well, you had to be stupid or in love. 

And you weren’t stupid. 

You storm around your apartment, phone gripped tightly in your hand. You were fucked.

“Are you kidding me?” You practically scream. 

“Darlin’, please, it’s not personal.” 

You pinch the bridge of your nose. “You used me.” You’re practically fuming at him. He was smart, finding you when you were vulnerable, and letting you reach out first. He prayed on your innocence, on your hurt. You damn sure weren’t letting that happen again. 

“Used is such a strong term,” Graves chides. “And really, I didn’t. You’re overreacting sweetness. This has nothing to do with you.” 

“It has everything!” 

You can hear his eye roll through the phone. “Would you just trust me on this?”

“Are you being serious? No! I’m never making that mistake again.” Graves didn’t wear disguises. You should’ve seen right through him. You knew better now. How could you ever have thought to believe him? Someone like him, with only a history of deceiving. You were there when he turned his back on you in Las Almas, at Shepard in the courtroom, and yet you believed him. He was your vice, your flaw, your reason. 

He was horrible in so many ways, but you came back every time. You craved him holding you at night, wiping the tears away. The way he’d kiss you when you would meet up, his hands roaming your body— you’d never felt this way.

“(Y/N),” He drawls and you want to fall for it, but you don’t. 

“No, I’m done. I’m leaving.” 

“Don’t be like this.” 

“You gave me a pretty damn good reason to leave. This is on you.” 

He chuckles through the phone. “If you’d let me explain, you’d see I’m not such a bad guy.” 

You shake your head. “No,” You said firmly. “No, you betrayed me and I betrayed my team.”

What were they going to think of you after this? You weren’t like this, so reckless, engaging with the enemy. No one expected this from you, and you certainly didn’t expect it from yourself, to fall so hard. But you weren’t going down without a fight. 

You bounce back like you always did. “This is the last call we’re having, Graves.” You practically spit his name out and he’s hurt when you hang up. You were always so stubborn with him. So quick to dismiss his reasons, like you’re looking for a reason to hate him. Whatever, you’ll come back. You’ll see he did this for you. He was not a bad guy, he was carrying out the plan you wanted. It just happened he had to screw over a couple people for it. He just didn’t expect you to get so worked up over it. 

You dial the next person, heart thundering. 

“(Y/N)?” A voice calls out, familiar to you and you hope they won’t hate you. That was the last thing you needed right now. You lost Johnny, and now you lost Graves (it’s a good thing you tell yourself, but your heart says otherwise), you couldn’t lose your team too. 

“Kyle, I,” You swallow, tears clouding your vision when you realize what you’ve done. “I fucked up.” 

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[beeisntevenhere]

☆Hii so it's April 4th and ofc I have to do something for my fav characters birthday :) So this might suck horribly because it's very rushed but atleast then i tried !

☆Happy birthday King!

☆Warnings!! None dw

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As always english isnt my first language so if you see any spelling errors I'm sorry !

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How Shigaraki would spend his birthday with the reader ♡♡ (Headcannons)

| Shigaraki x GN!Reader |

SFW !

Since he was raised by AFO Shigaraki has never really celebrated his birthday because AFO doesn't give much importance to that stuff

And even before that when he was still a kid his parents didn't care much for his birthday (mostly his dad)

His sister was the only one that really did something for him by sitting down with him with a little cupcake she managed to get and one singular candle that he could blow

It definitely wasn't something huge but it's one of the few things he stills looks back fondly on

Anyways,since creating the league of villains he has barely had time to even remember his birthday much less care about it

You whoever, do care about his birthday

So on a random night when you're both cuddling in bed you question him about it

"My birthday? I don't see how that's something of interest"

He's definitely a little stubborn because his birthday is something he basically left in the past along with the life of Tenko Shimura

In the end he still tells you anyways because if he were to tell anyone you would be the best option being the closest one to his heart

Now aware of this information you'll never let him spend another birthday without at least a small celebration

The first time his birthday comes after he tells you, you buy (or steal) him a little gift

A videogame he has been talking about, a new release he still hasn't has managed to get his hands on

You carefully place it next to his other games with a little present bow on top and a handwritten note

"Happy birthday! I thought you might like this :)"

When he comes home and sees it his heart beats so fast he doesn't know how to even begin to process it

I mean how could he? How do you, someone so precious, care that much about him? Going as far as lending your heart to him? A monster

(if he cries the first time he plays the video game and it immediately becomes one of his favorites no one will question it)

That same day he decides to take you out somewhere to spend the rest of it together

You're over the moon with that factand happy he enjoyed the gift,and he's over the moon that your so happy

You two go get ice cream,go to the arcade and go check out some shops around the mall

When the evening hits and the sky begins to darken you take a walk around the park and just generally enjoy eachothers company

Finally when you get back to the base you order take out pizza and play videogames with him (especially the new one you got)

You both end of falling asleep all cuddled up together just happy to have eachother

Thinking about the fact that this was the best birthday he has ever had only makes him hold you tighter

You do so much for him and he appreciates every second of it

Obviously when your birthday comes he'll show that appreciation by spoiling you rotten

But that's a story for another day!

A/N:I had alot of fun writing that lol I really like shigaraki that's why he's my fav mha character,he's really fascinating

☆As usual request are open! As of today (April 4th) so if you want to request you can :D And if you don't know the rules you can find them here! REQUEST RULES!

☆If you see any typos or find anything triggering that I forgot to correct or tag pls dm me so I can change it

-Bee⭐️

[berylcups]

Ghiaccio HCs Deep Dive + Spicy HCs!

CW: transphobia, emotional abuse, childhood emotional abuse, religion mention, alcohol mention, politics mention (?), teasing mention, sexual topics, non cis sex(if you know a better more politically correct way of mentioning this topic then please let me know 💜). Minors DNI

Notes: Happy Yuletide everyone! The Winter Solstice is here! What better way to start off the new season than to talk about the ice gremlin himself??? I hope you all enjoy! Stay warm! 💜 Beryl

He’s a 23 year old Venetian man. He’s type O+, an Aquarius, and his Chinese zodiac is the horse according to Melones database.

He was born and raised in Venezia and proud of it! He’s going to correct anyone or anything that says the name of the beautiful city wrong. Venice Beach in America? That’s not his problem. But the minute you call Venezia VENICE be prepared to get ranted with aggressive hand gestures!

He has ASD with low needs or additional support(if you know a more correct term for this pls let me know 💜). The first signs his parents knew that there was something different about him was him not responding to his parents when they called to him or pointed towards something for him to look at. He was able to get early intervention to help him cope with the world around him. One thing he still struggles with is overstimulation meltdowns. He has coped a million times better than he was when he was a child. He really wishes they had all the tools they have now for ASD individuals when he was a kid. Antimicrobial chew necklaces, tinted glasses, fidget toys, and ear plugs would have saved him a lot of undeserved stress.

He grew up in a catholic household. He received his communion but due to being raised on strict and bigoted views, he denounced his own religion. He lives as an agnostic. He thought very strongly about what is on the other side of life. He thinks a god is unlikely but, he has no proof to prove it or not. He hates thinking about religion or the afterlife because he has no straight answer on it. And why would a god give him such shitty parents and not give him the body he feels the most comfortable in? It frustrates him enough to want to destroy the drywall with his fist till they are sore and bloody.

He’s transgender. He knew from a very early age that he was a boy. He was able to fully transition at age 17 when he left his family home to live with his best friend Melone and his supportive Mother.

His parents certainly did not see eye to eye about his identity and sexuality. They did everything they possibly could to “save” him. Extended exhausting prayer sessions, uneducated therapists trying to change his way of thinking…everything you can imagine.

They believed he was beyond help and was destined for hell. If it weren’t for his best friend Melone, and the kindness of his nurse mother, he’d be living on the streets. His mothers advocacy helped a lot in getting Ghiaccio the medicine and tools he needed for transitioning. Ghiaccio isn’t very sentimental but he doesn’t know where he’d be without him or his mother helping him out.

He actually hates wintertime. He thrives on daylight. He gets up around 5 am so he get all the daytime to do what he needs to do. He’s not going to waste one minute of daylight sleeping when he can be exercising, doing chores, studying up on hits, and running errands. He thinks the daylight savings time in America is just redundant with knowledge. Losing an hour of sleep then gain another months later?! That’s just ridiculous! You’re just gaslighting us now! How are we ever supposed to know what the actual time is???

He loves dark chocolate with hazelnuts in it. Ferraro Rocher chocolates are his little heaven on earth. He never finishes his dinner without eating one for dessert.

Chocolate connoisseurs can’t stand him. He bites and chews his chocolate instead of letting it MELT in his mouth like he’s supposed to. He does the same thing with hard candy as well. Within the first 3 minutes after giving him a jolly rancher or a butterscotch you can hear an audibly loud CRUNCH. Buddy, you’re going to ruin your teeth 🦷

He’s not a huge fan of alcohol or getting drunk. He doesn’t like the way it makes him feel. He complained that all it does is make him feel sleepy and feel really sick the next day. He’s a social drinker and only has about 1 or 2 drinks at most . He likes dry white wines, champagne, or maybe a mimosa if he's having a morning gathering. He doesn’t like mixed drinks or cocktails, there’s too many different liquors and mixers in it. That’s too complicated for a drink that takes longer to prepare than it takes for him to drink it!

He HATES mint. Peppermint, spearmint, wintergreen…whatever. Just no. How does he brush his teeth? He uses cinnamon toothpaste and visits the dentist regularly. He’d have perfect dental health if he didn’t grind his teeth out of stress and anger all the time. Or you know…with the hard candy…

He lives minimalistically. Outside of a photo or two he’s not big on decor. If it doesn’t have a function he doesn’t see the point in it. Why waste the very little money he gets from the boss on shitty knick knacks that do nothing but sit there and look cutesy? If you’re his s/o and want to spruce up the place then be his guest. He doesn’t care as long as it doesn’t get in the way of anything and he doesn’t have to pay for it—go nuts. Well, within reason.

He has a blue light filter on his glasses and they are single vision lenses. Both the sphere and cylinder are in the low negatives. He wears red Gucci GG1133O square acetate frames. (I think you can guess what industry that I’m in 😅) he likes Gucci the most and Versace the 2nd. He didn’t start wearing glasses until he started first grade. His teacher noticed how close he was bringing the book up to his face to read.

He loves to listen to any genre of music but he gravitates towards music that is heavily focused on criticizing society. He likes bands like SOAD, MUSE, RadioHead, Ministry, and Green Day. …Where TF is The Beatles?! Of course that’s his all time favorite. That’s a nostalgic one for him. It’s what he grew up with as a kid and that band just stuck with him. He listens to them when he feels nostalgic for the very few positive childhood memories he had.

He wears acqua di gio cologne. He uses it moderately so that is what he usually smells like. Naturally he smells like fresh rain, coconut, almond, and slight hints of pine needles.

He has an obsession with spicy food. He loves the traditional Italian cuisine, but has a deep appreciation for foreign flavors. Korean, Sichuan Chinese, Thai, and Mexican. He was able to find a plethora of Mexican and other Latin dishes when he visited his mothers family in America, but in Italy it’s difficult to find outside of making it from scratch. Sadly, he’s a poor cook and doesn’t have much patience in the kitchen. If only he could find a decent authentic restaurant in Italy.

He does have a sense of humor. He likes misheard lyrics and misspellings. He screams when he laughs and it’s infectious. If you don’t know what I’m talking about when I mean scream laughing— look up “ is it Reebok or Nike”

Ghiaccio is a natural blonde, but ever since he got his stand it started growing in blue. He thought it looked dumb at first but now is very grateful for it because now none of his blood relatives will ever recognize him. If there’s anything he hates more than foreigners saying city names wrong, it’s definitely his parents.

In his spare time he likes to go on jogs, ice skate, and swim laps. He’s probably the healthiest member in the squad based on his lifestyle.

He’s nerdy and does know how to make his own computer. Don’t expect him to work with anything Apple related. That’s a whole different ballgame and he doesn’t have the patience to deal with their “overpriced bullshit”.

He plays video games but doesn’t do as much as you would think. Melone is more of a video game aficionado than he is. Ghiaccio likes video games that make him think. He likes puzzle games like Tetris and Puyo Puyo. And he enjoys JRPGs where he can strategize like Dragon Quest, Final Fantasy, and simpler ones like Pokémon. He has a soft spot for Dewgong and wishes there were more ice types. (Poor boy never lived long enough to see all the newer good and bad Pokémon designs 😞)

He gets along with Melone and Risotto the best. The ones he gets along with the least are Formaggio and Illuso due to their personalities and their tendency to tease and make sarcastic remarks. Ghiaccio understands sarcasm but there’s too many men for him to memorize their dry or not so dry sense of humor. He doesn’t take kindly to rude and sarcastic comments at his expense. As for the rest of the men, he generally gets along okay. They don’t have to expect any angry outbursts as long as they don’t interrupt his work or be overly loud…seems a little hypocritical in the last part but can’t exactly blame him for wanting peace and quiet when there’s multiple men having multiple conversations.

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🌶️ Spicy HCs 🌶️

I don’t have too many spicy HC for our lil ice gremlin but here’s what I came to: (no pun intended 🫣)

Some days he’s into chicks other days he’s into dudes. He can’t get a real grapple on what he’s into consistently. But there’s one thing he is consistent on—cunts. Chicks having cunts, dudes having cunts, him being a cunt, you being a cunt, You having a cunt, him having a cu-WRONG. Yes, I know… it’s technically the same organ but no, it’s not . He doesn’t refer to it as that. He wants you to call it his ✨crotch✨. Why? Because he’s a man and he said so. 💙 all trans men are men 💙 and they all are gonna have a special name for their downstairs area. (…as an agender I call mine my bits n’ pieces. I also called it my 2nd mouth but I was told by my bff to never say that ever again lol 🥲)

Regardless of who he’s with, he’s a top. He’s far too aggressive and controlling to let go. Unless you are his s/o, then you might be able to open him up to be a little submissive. He’s going to be a brat about it, but I’m sure there’s something you can do to shut him up. 😘

If he wants penetration, he prefers anal. It can be cock or strap on. He’s not picky there. Taking him from the front is a bit much for him stimulating wise and he doesn’t want to feel any sense of dysphoria. Once in a blue moon with his s/o, never a fling, he’s open to a little front-play. He doesn’t want anything bigger than a couple fingers though. Nothing phallic up front. That’s an instant way to get him out of the mood.

He’s not very hairy but he has a blue happy trail that tapers off under his navel. It’s very attractive since he maintains it as much as he does the hair on his head. He won’t admit it, but he’s very proud of his grooming down there.

He’s very good at kissing. He loves sucking face. He can go from soft and sweet with butterfly kisses to shoving his tongue down your throat and biting your lips.

He’s big on oral. He loves eating cunt, ass, and sucking cock. He can’t deep throat but he’s very good with his tongue. 👅 If you’re wondering if he spits or swallows, he spits. He doesn’t mind a fresh nut in his mouth but swallowing it? That’s a tall order for his senses. Makes him gag too much to try.

His favorite places to bang are in bed and his car. His car is so nice. Why would he try to ruin it? Well good news, that was his fathers car that he took with him when he left. He beats the shit out of his Miata so he has no qualms if you end up squirting all over his passenger seat. There’s a couple of napkins in the center console that you can clean up with. You filthy puttana.

He masturbates daily but until he meets you/his s/o, he’s actually a virgin. He always got so close to sealing the deal with a hookup but he was too afraid of the possibility of bigotry due to him not having bottom surgery.

He refuses to get bottom surgery. It’s his body and his choice. It’s his right. Getting top surgery was a very painful decision he made but he’s glad he went through it. But having bottom surgery concerns him since there’s lots of surgical work and he enjoys sex the way he has it now. Why change something that only he will see and if he’s comfortable with it? He understands why others like Prosciutto got bottom surgery.(I’m on the trans Prosci bandwagon now 😚 I’m in love with that HC 😍 ) Bottom surgery is a massive decision and he respects him for that.

He’s slightly vanilla but not boring. He likes temp play, lingerie (on you/his s/o), some light impact play, and hair pulling.

One unique thing that turns him on is when people are cold and get goosebumps. And when they hug themselves from the cold or he can see their nips, that makes him bite his lip.

The only thing that would turn him off besides the obvious gross-outs are feet(just dirty feet), nutting inside him, and swapping loads. He never understood why Melone got off on feet. They aren’t disgusting per say—but visibly dirty feet? That makes his skin crawl.

He thinks its cliche but his ideal date would be having a picnic in a park and then driving his s/o up somewhere secluded over seeing the scenery of the city where he fucks the shit out of them. He won’t admit it but he daydreams about that a lot.

[fatcatlittlebox]

Regarding the 'did sauron make her armor or not drama on X:

It's not even really about canon vs fanon to these 'uM ACTualLY' canon police. They have this weird need to correct anything they see that doesn't fit into their idea of truth, so they have to remind everyone of it.

Regardless if he did or didn't do it, it makes sense in a many people's mind and that brings them fun and joy.

But y'know, we can't have fun and joy over a harmless detail that has no impact on the overall direction of the story. No, because we're little children that need to be sat down and spoonfed what's canon and not because we don't know any better.

They can't have us sharing this harmless idea around and fangirling over its possibility with other people, because for some reason it's like a pebble in their shoe so they HAVE to say something even though I trust that most people who didn't come in only watching the show know better, and even if they didn't and like the idea that he made her armor, there's ZERO harm in letting others have their fun and being considerate and smart enough to know when to stay in your own canon-ruled lane. It's like me telling my little cousin as she's giggling and opening her present that Santa is fake and just a lie made up. Like how is that so hard to understand?

And another thing is, I clearly want to know, if anyone wants to take this rant and tape it to the front of their cars: what sort of harmful or dangerous impact is there to real life if some fans accept this as their personal canon? Hmm? Is it going to make some impressionable minor more vulnerable to an abusive partner? Or not see a red flag in an unhealthy relationship? If the answer is no to either, then really, do better as person and learn to leave shippers alone. Or block something that they don't want to see. Not that hard.

Calling it now - these same canon police will jump to defend any 'fanon' headcanon or theory with celeborn as canon because in their narrow minds, the relationship isn't dark, so of course XYZ might as well have happened and be deemed canon! And trust me, if anyone dares say something to point out the fact that since there's no visual or literal confirmation over a HEADcanon, the same people will jump in and start going 'wELL, THAT'S WhAT wE CalL ImPLiCATiON, because even though we didn't see it happen, it wouldn't go against either character to say that it happened. There's no harm in saying that it's canon as long as the relationship isn't questionable or dark, guys~!

[If all these things are not shown then they are not part of the story] Alright, I'm not even going to go into this one that I saw so I'll let others have it.

Anyways, it's disgusting how some ppl in the fandom just can't let others have fun and feel like it's their moral purpose in life to be pedantic. Also apparently some ppl were acting like they just wasted half of their life thinking there's new info or retrograde confirmation over it bc it spread like wildfire (cause it made some people happy, go figure). Like sorry you were fooled ma'am, sorry you wasted 15 secs of your life for nothing.

Also, they need to look up what the definition of a headcanon is. It might blow their minds.

/micdrop

Ps, if we slap a blonde wig on Halbrand and call him Annatar can we call it a canon gift NOW? Pls O great gatekeepers of what's canon and not, here thy plea! /s

This. But it’s not even about canon, or fanon or harmless or all in good fun. We don’t have to justify diddly squat. It’s what happened! They’re wrong and can sit all the way down. It’s not “headcanon” to interpret with our own eyes the narrative the director, writers and ACTORS are telling us. Are we so cynical and literal that we cannot interpret what is visually implied or metaphorically shown? Everything has to be explicitly said or presented for it to be canon? Dude, what is the point of artistic expression? It’s not even someone’s ability to read the subtext or think abstractly. It’s simply being an intelligent viewer. And I’m not saying the antis are stupid but I think we can all agree that a satisfying interaction and consumption of art is when the artist and audience share the expectation that intelligent observation is required. The antis are biased as you have said and they’re really missing out when they shut themselves off to the deeper, richer thematic story being told.

[leonidele]

Oh! you're new to MXTX?

Here are the rules to understanding what the heck is literally going on in the novels: 1. never, Ever, believe what a character says about themselves or their perception of the world.

Shen Yuan: "I'm an easygoing person!" no you're not. you spent every single day since transmigration fixing and plotting and stressing over a hundred things at once, stop lying Mu Qing: "I rlly think we should just let them die." proceeds to save them. LBH: "An eye for an eye, Shizun hurt me I will repay" proceeds to only save, cure and worry for SQQ and keep him close to him.

2. no difficulty in the world hasn't been made because of another person. be it misunderstandings, miscommunication, resentment, ill intents, character personality, etc, the only thing that pushes a plot point (backward or forward) are singular people who are more often than not working against their own favor. (someone pls give MXTX a sociology book) if you like that sort of thing, good for you! if you're a person who gets frustrated by miscommunication... *screams into a pillow. incoherently ranting about specific moments in the novels* 3. nobody knows what actually happened. (no one else was in the room where it happened~) all three (and possibly other) books of MXTX have been filled to the brim with gossip, fangirling, and gossip. if a random character is saying it, that is definitely not what happened. if someone explaining second hand is saying it, you are being intentionally put so off track you can't even see the road. if the subject of the conversation is saying what happened, look at the company, the character, and the subject, and resolutely understand that you will never get the actual story of what happened from anyone. because clearly, the man himself is delusional.

and that's all for now! tell me if you want more tips (or if you think I should correct anything)

[ineffabildaddy]

Hi sam! since the new year is approaching rapidly, i wanted to ask my favorite creators (that includes you! your fics and your posts delight me) how they look back on their 2023 tumblr year and which blogs made them happy to be here. i am very happy to follow you and hope you'll have a great 2024! 💘

hi!!! thank you so so much for this, a few months ago i couldn't even imagine being so active in the tumblr community again, let alone anyone's favourite anything!!!!

i've been very fortunate to receive the warmest of welcomes back to tumblr after a 7-year absence, and i've received so much support for my writing (and my shitposts lol) that this whole experience of finally joining the good omens fandom has genuinely given me a newfound confidence in my creative self, and in myself as a whole💙

in terms of the blogs that make me happy to be here... they are many!!! i shall put the rest of this post under the cut

@raining-stars-somewhere-else thank you for being my first go friend and now one of my closest buddies!!! i can't wait for us to finally write that fic together (lol) and for us to get up to some irl london shenanigans at some point✨ ur hilarious and kind and so correct about literally everything and i love u. literally everyone needs to read ur posts bc they're so well-thought out and unique. also your fics are really moving and human (even though they're about crowley and aziraphalekldfjgjl) and i adore them

@sad-chaos-goblin we literally just Get Each Other, same brain and all, and i absolutely love it!!! i couldn't ask for a better horny consultant bc after all it is Our Pornography™. you're also just an extremely understanding, open and lovely person, not to mention very fun and exciting to be friends with hehe. ur headcanons are so fucking interesting (and sometimes sad, how dare u do this to me) and i'm looking forward to hearing more when u eventually get round to writing all those fics you've got ideas for<3

@foolishlovers i'm really really happy we've got to know each other better over the past couple weeks!!!!! your xmas fic is one of my absolute favourite fics ever and i'm in awe with your skill and craft, i hope to write something as well-rounded and enjoyable as that someday<3 also you're one of my favourite posters, so fucking funny and u just make points left right and centre. i hope we can share our writing and our thoughts about life in general more in 2024!!!

@crowleyslvt i'm very happy i barged my way into your dms to be horny on main bc i definitely wouldn't've explored half the things i've explored in my writing if not for our discussions and your encouragement!!! i absolutely love talking writing and sexy headcanons with you, but above that i love that i'm now mates with such a talented, considerate, hilarious kiwi lad. i am honoured to be one of the little guys in ur phone who gets to hype up u as an exceedingly great porn writer but also as a legend in general

@voluptatiscausa no one understands my feralness for michael sheen like you do. i can go batshit insane in the dms over ms and dt with u and that space is important to me dlgkljdgldfjgl. i'm really glad i started reading ur writing this year bc it's very enjoyable, but it's also healing for me as a person who's [whispers] a traumatised and cripplingly shy person in terms of sex lmao. thank you for bestowing it upon ao3, and by extension, upon me!!!! also tho, you're a really nurturing and interesting friend to have, not to mention a Very Cool one so continue to be that pls and thanks

@bowtiepastabitch i've felt very honoured to hear about parts of your life as you share them with me - Knowing The Lore is so important to me and i'm humbled that you've trusted me with some of the stuff that's been happening in your world<3 on another note, your fanart may be quick but it's never shitty, it's always so expressive and fun and gets my brain Thinking Thoughts. i can't express how wonderful it was when you made a wee bit of fanart for one of my fics, and i hope i continue to see ur creativity shine✨

thank you to my favourite blogs for Existing Throughout 2023 (some of whom i know i can call friends, and the rest of whom i'd like to call friends in the future!!!) @sabotage-on-mercury @crowleys-bentley-and-plants @ineffableigh @celestialcrowley @queer-reader-07 @crowleyraejepsens @teddybearbutchh @crowleyholmes @ineffable-rohese @createserenity @quoththemaiden @procrastiel @sentientsky @genderqueer-hippie @beelzzzebub @lineffability @fellshish @greenthena @brainwormcity @opscuritas @tangerine-ginger @iammyownproblematicfave @crikey01 @crawley-fell @vroomvroomwee @bildads-shoes @shoemakerobstetrician @romansmartini @wraithee

i know i'll have forgotten people so i'll add em as i remember em hehehehe

[hwnglx]

what's between v and jennie? feelings, friendship or smth else?

taehyung + jennie

based on tarot. i do not know these idols personally. energies are always changing. what i say is NOT straight fact. pls take it with a grain of salt!

did they ever date? kingofsw&tower&knofw, deathrx+star

yes, they were dating. but not anymore. i'm sensing that the leak of the photos was a big turning point for taehyung and jennie, that required them to step back and look at the situation from a more objective view. it's almost like they forgot there even was the possibility for someone to "expose" them, and were just living in the heat of the moment. it was a more short-lived, but very impactful and meaningful relationship for the both of them. a lot of passion and longing for each other. there still seems to be an inability to move on, not being able to let go of whatever they had, and a clear wish to rekindle. (especially on taehyung's side)

how does taehyung feel towards jennie? 2ofw&queofw, emperrx&9ofswrx&temprx, strength, 5ofc

so, jennie seems to have been a woman, who taehyung has always felt an attraction towards. he sees her as the charming queen of wands, someone with a strong presence and a very magnetic aura. with the two of wands here, it's clear that approaching her was something he had planned to do.

however, i got a bunch of reversed cards just flying out right away, so there is a lot of blocked and negative energy here. it seems like, once he was able to build something with jennie, he put a lot of responsibility on himself to take good care of her, and make sure she's comfortable. i also kept hearing "protective". he really wanted to hold on to what they had, and kinda stressed himself out on his own. i think the fear of losing his grip on her drove taehyung to this place of uncertainty on how to proceed.. like "what do i do so this amazing woman stays with me?" he saw her a precious existence in his life, that he didn't wanna lose.

he still seems to hold strong feelings for jennie, but has since been able to control himself more. the five of cups in the end tells me there still is lingering regret in him, and he often asks himself if he could've done anything differently, to prevent the end from happening. just like in the previous spread, there definitely seems to be a lack of closure on a personal level.

how does jennie feel towards taehyung? kingofc, 7ofw&magic, 3ofsw, 5ofw, pagofc

she views taehyung as a very emotionally mature and loving guy. someone who cherishes and values his loved ones tremendously, and has a sweet and understanding heart. jennie seems to especially admire his ability to deal with obstacles, in her eyes taehyung is someone who's very level headed and intelligent. he doesn't get swayed or driven to insecurity by the challenges he faces. she herself can be a lot more sensitive than people think, and often takes things to heart, so she felt very drawn to someone so different to her. being with him gave her a sense of stability.

the five of wands shows me, all the public talk and external circumstances messed with her feelings. she truly doesn't like her private life being so out there and having to hear everyone voicing their opinion on something that's meant to be only her business. it wasn't just the news that they dated, as far as i can remember people hacked into her phone (? correct me if i'm wrong) and literally leaked their private pictures. i think anyone would feel very uncomfortable in that situation.

she seems to have blamed herself a lot, for not thinking of the possibility of this happening. like "guess i did this to myself." she believes she was blinded by infatuation and it was immature of her to believe people wouldn't have found out. (she's so hard on herself, my god.. ? ☹)

what went wrong? world, 10ofsw

tbh, the cards are telling me "it just ended, stop asking."

jennie and taehyung are both idols whose energies are a bit more difficult for me personally, they're both very protective. i didn't ask any further.

i believe they just wanna keep the details of their relationship more private, and of course they have an obvious right to.

[puffyhairedhipster]

The Greatest

A/N: this is my first "song fic" ever, I wanted something (or NEEDED) with this song. I might also do a part 2 with Levi's POV.

Based on The Greatest by Lana Del Rey

tags: singer!levi x singer!reader, no use of y/n, implication of female reader, angsty (if I need to add more or if you guys have suggestions as to what I can add pls let me know)

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Saying you were nervous was an understatement. This would be the first time you would perform in front of an audience in three months. For clarity, your ex was in the crowd. It was a completely new song and the first time you'd shown your face in public in a while. You held the microphone with sweaty hands, and your manager smiled at you. "You'll do amazing. Just get out there and do your thing." She says while she holds onto your shoulders.

"It has been a while since I performed, you know."

"Perhaps, but many artists have gone longer, " she says. She was correct; you couldn't let a few nerves bring you down.

"Here goes nothing." You approach the 'x' on stage where many other singers have stood. Feeling the weight of your long dress, you wait patiently for the music to start.

"I miss Long Beach, and I miss you babe

I miss dancing with you the most of all

I miss the bar where the Beach Boys would go

Dennis' last stop before Kokomo,"

The lights shine bright, and luckily, you couldn't see anyone. That is until you start walking towards the front of the stage, and the audience's faces start to pop up. You can see the shock on people's faces when they realize it's you singing again. You can see the table where your old friends are sitting, slowly making eye contact with each of them. You see Hange smiling brightly at you with tears in her eyes. Right next to her, you see Erwin giving you a nod, almost as if saying, "We missed you up there." Last but not least, you find the face of the man who broke your heart three months prior, Levi Ackerman. His stoic face was looking up at you with no emotion in sight.

You rapidly look away, not wanting to break down. As you continue your song, flashbacks of your memories with him go through your mind.

"Those nights were on fire

We couldn't get higher

We didn't know that we had it all

But nobody warns you before the fall."

You can't hold it in any longer; you start singing more passionately, and tears start spilling from your eyes. The number of times you've retraced every action that led up to the breakup left you constantly overthinking what went wrong.

Both of you were happy; you supported each other immensely with your careers. Both of you were singers, each other's muses. He wrote you songs, and you wrote him songs. He wrote songs about you, and you wrote songs about him. Everyone saw how deeply you loved each other. But where did it go wrong?

"And I'm wasted

Don't leave, I just need a wake-up call

I'm facing the greatest

The greatest loss of them all

The culture is lit, and I had a ball

I guess I'm signing off after all."

As you reach the chorus, you can see the tears forming in the audience's eyes. Hange was already crying hysterically, and the sight made you reminisce about all the times you watched romcoms at your place, at Levi's place. You can see Erwin already grabbing a tissue box for her and handing it over.

It's not like they stopped talking to you; however, you didn't feel up to socializing after the past few months. Sometimes, you didn't even get out of bed; other times, you didn't even look at your phone. Many fans and friends wondered what happened and where you went. How silly to say you were heartbroken and didn't want to do anything.

"I miss New York, and I miss the music

Me and my friends, we miss rock 'n' roll

I want shit to feel just like it used to

And baby, I was doing nothing the most of all."

You accepted this "gig" because you missed the music. You missed performing, the thrill, and the emotion; you missed the feeling of letting everything inside of you come out. Your manager told you, "I will not force you, but if you keep isolating yourself, you won't come back out." Quite frankly, she was right. You had to do something to return and continue moving forward no matter what happened. This song was born, and you knew you had to perform it.

"The culture is lit

And if this is it I had a ball

I guess that I'm burned out after all."

"I think I need a break." He says with a stern voice. "What do you mean by that?" You look at him, furrowing your eyebrows. He stands in front of you, and both of you are still in the living room of your shared penthouse apartment.

"I don't know; I just think I need a break, " he continues. He doesn't make eye contact with you; he stands there with his head down. Your eyes start filling up with tears, "but why?" He doesn't answer. Deep down, he knows he was in love with you, but something about falling too fast and hard scared him. He wasn't sure what made him so afraid. Was it commitment? Was it rejection, scared that you didn't feel the same? No, he feared you'd leave first, so he decided to go before you. He thought you were too good for him; you cared for him and were understanding, yet the fear stuck on him like a parasite in his mind.

"I'm wasted

Don't leave, I just need a wake-up call

I'm facing the greatest

The greatest loss of them all

The culture is lit, and I had a ball

I guess that I'm burned out after all."

As you approach the end of your song, you see Levi grab his jacket and walk out. Hange and Erwin both shake their heads at him. You feel a sharp pain in your chest as if he ripped out your heart for the second time. Hange looks back up at you, giving you a thumbs-up, a subtle way of saying, "Don't worry."

The tears never stopped. You kept singing, and with every word, it seemed your body decided to release a waterfall. The same question rang in your mind: "What went wrong?"

"If this is it, I'm signing off

Miss doing nothing the most of all

Hawaii just missed a fireball

L.A. is in flames, it's getting hot

Kanye West is blond and gone

"Life on Mars" ain't just a song

Oh, the live stream's almost on."

As you hear the plethora of applauses, you try to smile while wiping away your tears. You walk backstage, surprised to see Hange there. She immediately comes up to you and hugs you, and you completely break down on her.

"It's okay, it's okay. You were amazing, sweetheart." She coos.

"Hange.." you say, your voice cracking, "I'm sorry for not talking to you. I missed you so much. I just couldn't..."

"Shhh, it's okay, I understand. Don't worry, I'm still here." You feel another presence come up and hug you. From the cologne, you can tell it's Erwin. You slowly unravel from the hug. Hange wipes away your tears, and you sheepishly look at Erwin.

"Erwin, I'm so-"

"Don't even apologize. We understand. If it makes you feel better, Hange and I gave Levi an earful." He chuckles.

"Is he still here?" You ask.

"Unfortunately, he left a few minutes ago, but don't worry, I'm sure he will eventually come around." Both of them give you a warm smile.

You didn't even bother going to the after-party of the event. You were exhausted emotionally, mentally, and physically. Your manager gave you a ride back to your place.

"You were fantastic. I know it was tough for you, but many people missed you." You give a small smile, thank her for the ride, and walk into your apartment. You can't hold on any longer, so you start sobbing your heart out.

After an eternity, you change from your dress into some loose-fitting clothing. You put your phone on Do Not Disturb and go straight to sleep. You know you will receive endless texts and calls after the performance, but you won't deal with it, at least not tonight. The only thing you want right now is some rest, and as you close your eyes, the all-familiar question comes back: what went wrong?

[sseulfleur]

Red's sight —

synopsis : you decide to help the stranger stopping a spike that was about to destroy your hometown, but of course the blue-clothed, weird looking guy knocked you out before you could run off, only to take you to the Valorant Protocol. the people who were originally on your #1 target list.

tags: f!reader, yoru x reader, enemies to lovers, slow burn, angst, fluff, you are a super radiant , valo protocol investigates you, phoenix being a flirt (as always), yoru is A DICK

a/n : it’s my first fanfic! waaaa pls dont be too harsh on me lol, i will be cross-posting on ao3 probably! link on my profile :]] thinking about posting pt.2/ continuing if this gets big

I.

You dreaded your next step, puffy eyebags slightly hidden under the mask. Avoiding your body, and noticing how exhausted it was, is a skill you’ve honed well over the months, but it isn’t possible to keep it going forever.

You leaned forward in your stance as you faced the little screen towards you, gaze tracing the pixels.

You looked at the map, including all the information you needed, and they were all filled to the border of the device you located them on.

"It's time." You thought as you went through the countless amounts of letters again, you've been hunting down those people for a long time; the Valorant Protocol.

A bunch of assholes that gunned down several locations that included your hometown, with the so-called "spike" they've also used for destruction, but what was their motive?

You tried and attempted looking–, no, you were looking for them for a long time, yet it always led to nowhere.

You remained there, trying to study the map location on A side more as you stared down at the device, your body was already moving, leading to change paths until you heard a wildfire of gunshots breaking out near you.

You clenched your hand on the rifle that was resting on your back before, you reloaded and decided to correct your body position. Cautiously looking around, scanning eyes around the area.

"It must be from B side." You muttered to yourself as you lowered your gun, the itch in your hands came back as dark red energy appeared around them, and your eyes started to turn into a lighter shade of red before you hushed your way over to mid.

FIRST ABILITY: Silent Scurry

The agent is so quick, that it almost seems like they're teleporting from place to place, but most dangerous: it's silent when needed.

Stay alert.

You plastered your back to the wall as you were about to push up to B side, the gunshots sounded even messier before you approached through mid. You glanced over the hallway while you raised your vandal and peeked; no one was there.

Like a shot, the sound pinched through your whole body, that goddamn high-pitched noise you know too well.

Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep

It was like a ticking clock that was even able to blend out the gunshots, the ones that were just louder seconds ago.

You lurked through the alley as you made yourself sneak over to B site, "Now was my chance", you thought. It was them who planted the bomb, they were here.

And you had to stop them.

Sucking in your bottom lip, you stood with a nod, a raised gun near your chest. You hesitated until u took a sharp breath and swung out onto B side.

You narrowed your eyes but didn't spot anyone at first which still brought you to not let your guard down. You were checking every corner until you heard a weird noise behind you, from the corner of your eye, you could tell someone was there.

Before you were able to aim at them, someone swung out and started firing, you rolled back as you got up and put a bullet between his two eyes, his body falling onto the ground. The person behind you was also shooting but not at you, were they... another citizen?

"Hey! Defuse the spike!" You screamed over to that stranger because it seemed like he was there to stop it, and you would sacrifice anything before your hometown gets torn into pieces.

The last thing you wanted was for this mission to be your last one. In front of you, that blue-clothed guy crouched even lower to the ground, pointing some device in front of the spike.

You fell back slightly behind him, noticing someone trying to come up to him, but you were aware and took them out before they could stop him or register your presence.

The ground started to suddenly break down as everything started floating, and the beeping of the spike got faster and more annoying to the brain when the frequency went higher.

"Stop the fucking spike, will you?!"

You screamed at him, but he seemed like it wasn't his first time being near the brink of death, the pressure was getting more overwhelming, your feet started to lift off the ground, and you furrowed your brows as you covered your eyes, unsure whether he was going make it or not.

You opened your eyes as hard surfaces met your body harshly, you huffed in slight pain but got yourself up, the spike was now defused, laying there motionless.

You were about to look at the stranger who just caused this, but the wall met your back pretty rough before you could even do so. You let out a grunt before you looked up.

"And who the hell are you?"

His accent was thick while his voice was monotone, that was more than enough to notice he wasn't from around here, but he seemed like he knew more than enough on how to cuss you out. You pushed the person in front of you away before you tilted your chin up, only to meet the gaze of two brown eyes.

"None of your business." You spit back as you scanned him, weird clothing that was centered around the color blue, his hair slicked back with gel, too much gel. His facial expression looked so angry that made you think you planted the fucking spike.

You were about to walk off when you noticed he wasn't planning on showing any of his gratitude until you got pushed back in place with a gun.

"Are you out of–"

You felt cold metal against your forehead which made you sigh internally, maybe it wasn't the bomb that was going to kill you.

The blue guy talked into his jacket which was most likely communications and him asking for support, so he was part of some group. You heard a crackle before some mumbling got out of his earpiece, you raised an eyebrow at him as he lowered his gun.

"Affirmative Brimstone, bringing her to base."

And before you could dedicate your thoughts to what that son of a fucker just said, a hit landed on your jaw, it started aching, and black dots decorated your sight before everything went pitch black.

Your mind was blank as your consciousness was the first thing you woke up with, you started to feel your body as you felt the slight pinch coming from your jaw.

Your eyes fluttered open as you noticed the outline of some people. You were in a room, but you don't recall being here before you passed out.

You let out a heavy breath as your recent memories flooded back into your mind, you looked at the guy sitting across from you while some people were standing behind him.

“Sage, did you heal that kid already?” he said, pinching the area between his eyes while he closed them. The guy smelled like old-man body spray, sweat, and ham sandwiches.

The woman beside him with long hair, tied back into a high ponytail, bobbed her head softly and gave a slight smile. She seemed the kindest one out of everyone in this room. "She seems fine for now, Brimstone."

“Okay now,” That old-looking man with a beard started, standing up and moving around you in circles, eyes not leaving you. There were a couple of other people surrounding you, but you didn't care. “—we're going to interrogate her first!”

I slowly shifted my eyes around the room to examine it, but I noticed from my eye corners that the old fucker was already following my gaze with judging looks.

"Escaping won't help, I can already tell you that."

"Keeping a woman hostage won't bring you further either." you hissed as you narrowed your eyes at him, you are more than ready to signalize you're not here for their fun.

Without the serious façade, that old man just lidded his eyes and stared at you with his eyebrows pushed up, wordlessly saying "really?".

He sat back down on the other side of the desk again, eying me.

What you weren't ready for earlier was when a 5'11 guy knocked you out while you were trying to help him detonate a spike, but hey, you should've seen it coming, right?

Now you're sitting here in a dark room, being interrogated by some people that were getting on your nerves already.

"What's your name kid?" That old man sighed, but you just remained silent out of spite, you were forced here, and that will be the best they can get.

"Where do you live?"

Silence.

"How do you know about the spike?"

Silence.

"Why did you help him?"

Silence.

"....Are you working for someone?—"

"I was only helping because I didn't want to die to a fucking bomb."

You said it in a somewhat decent tone to get your point across. "But knocking me out and dragging me here was unnecessary" You said in a backhanded tone and glanced over to the guy who was responsible for that.

“I need you to get your head out of your ass for a second, please, this is serious kiddo.” His lips pressed into a thin line, brows pushing into a hard look. He was slowly starting to get impatient. So this time he meant urgent time.

"My head's already up here." You said bluntly and suddenly that dark-skinned, tall guy, that looked like he was about to catch fire, snorted and tried to surpress his laugh. Now it was he who suffered under that "Brimstone’s” gaze.

I let my back sink into the seat as I looked back, I wasn't planning on staying here any longer and my temper was already adding to it.

“Just let her go Brimstone, I told you it’s useless. Or maybe get rid of her if she knows too much.” a feminine voice spoke out with a slight Spanish accent in it, I raised my head to see who it belonged to and saw a woman who was about in her 30s, looking at me suspectedly with her purple eyes.

Brimstone held his hand up annoyed as a sign for everyone to pause, he was a bit more forward, straight up trying to look into my soul.

“We need to get ahold of this chaos, she’s too dangerous to let go. Until then, she will stay here.”

[sh0smile]

P1HARMONY:

TELLING THEM YOURE TRANS

HII this is my first post!! i’ve really wanted to post on here for a while but i didn’t know what to write about. i figured what better to start off with than something i can relate to? i hope that this reaches other trans people as well!!

additionally, i’ll be taking requests for anything people want me to write!! i’d like it to just be within xdinary heroes and p1harmony pls, and i don’t think ill be writing for female reader, but i can do any other gender! thank youuuu!!! <33

PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE let me know what i can fix or improve on about my writing or format, im open to any feedback and i really wanna get better at this!

WARNINGS:

-gender dysohoria

-mentioned transphobia and bigotry (it doesn’t actually happen tho)

-implied ftm reader, but i suppose this could be seen as a mtf as well!

☆KEEHO☆

-will not hesitate to correct anyone and everyone on your preferred name and pronouns, and will absolutely deck anyone who tries to be mean to you

-i also feel like he would totally be the fastest abt memorizing your name and everything and he would never misgender you once (or at least try not to :P)

☆THEO☆

-of course he rubbed it in everyone’s faces that you were the first person he told, but in reality it makes him smile every time he thinks about how you trust him so much

-insisted on cutting your hair, and actually did a pretty good job (everytime you teased him, he would try to cut off a chunk of your hair)

-absolutely the kind of person who will say “you core” and point every single time you guys see anything involving being trans. like literally seeing a transformers poster and out of nowhere he’s going “that’s so you” LMAO

☆JIUNG☆

-he reacts pretty normally, it the minute you leave he’s freaking out, goes and buys you five binders, and then demands you come shopping with him

-“i know i don’t understand this all that much, but you know ill always try for you. im here for you, always.”

-again with if any bigots try to be rude to you, he will in fact go feral !

☆INTAK☆

-let’s be real, bro definitely cried 💀

-happy tears tho, he was so so so proud of you!!

-donates half of his closet to you he’s so cute omg

-“i was going through my old stuff and i found this sweater..do you want it? oh, you do? great, here’s 5 more!! :3”

☆SOUL☆

-“oh, yea, i know”

-he just knows you better than you know yourself???

-but the number one person to go if you’re feeling dysphoric, trust!!

☆JONGSEOB☆

-immediately started researching everything he could possibly do to support you :(

-no bc if he accidentally misgendered you he’s apologizing for weeks afterwards, no matter how many times you tell him it’s fine he’s so precious

-he also probably cried lol

[daisy-jonesss]

three: go-bags.

summary: when you're asked to be the supporting act for daisy jones and the six, how could you say no? there's only one issue; figuring out how to manage your regression around these strangers.

pairing: little!fem!reader x daisy jones and the six (platonic)

word count: 1.8k

content warnings (chapter specific): all works on this page are sfw. reader regresses as both a coping mechanism and a trauma response / reaction to extreme stress. reader typically regresses to around five or six and is little quite a lot of the time! little!daisy. cg!karen. reader is embarrassed about her regression and tries to hide it. daisy is like a big sister and is a bit bossy but its all good <3

author's note: hi hi hi! i'm an age regressor however i am still learning terminology and how to cope with this myself. if anything i say is in any way shape or from hurtful please dont hesitate to let me know or correct me as my intentions are not to harm anyone! i'm still learning so please be gentle with me! if there are any other content warnings you think should be added pls lmk! aspen out <3

Karen went for a nap when you hit the road, so you and Daisy have been keeping yourselves busy with an array of sticker books on the recliner sofas. 

You find it easy to be small around Daisy. Maybe ‘cause you’ve had a long week or maybe because its just easy to be small around Daisy, because she is small, too. Neither of you are holding the other to impossibly high standards to act like adults. Instead, you let yourselves act however you see fit, and there’s nothing wrong with that. 

You find that Daisy’s a bit bossy, but you’re not really complaining. She’s not mean, just assertive, anyway, so you don’t have a problem with that. 

“No, this one goes here, silly,” Daisy instructs, guiding your hand to put a sticker of a horse on the page. “On the grass, not the sky.” 

Karen materializes in the doorway separating the main area of the tour bus to one of the ‘bedrooms.’ She cocks a hip and tilts her head to one side as she watches Daisy and you play with the stickers. A tiny smile plays on her lips as she adds two and two together. Its not hard to see; you’re not as good at hiding it as you think you are. She tip-toes across the room before crouching down in front of the recliners you and Daisy are sitting in. 

Daisy’s face lights up as she sees Karen but she stays put and giggles as you press a sticker onto her cheek. You’re too engrossed in the sticker book to even notice Karen is there until Daisy pipes up. “Hi, ‘Ren,” She giggles.

You rear back as if you’ve been slapped and clear your throat, trying to make yourself big again. You mindlessly play with Bambis ears— Daisy was true to her word and surrendered her favourite teddy over to you to play with, and even sleep with, too. 

Karen laughs and reaches out to ruffle Daisy’s mane of red curls. “Hey, baby.” Shes kind enough to act as if she hasn’t noticed you playing with Bambi. “What you guys up to, hm?” 

You clear your throat again in the hopes that your voice won’t sound as childish when you answer her. “We were playing with stickers.” You mentally slap yourself when you fail miserably and sound even smaller than you feel.

Karen doesn’t say anything about it. She simply nods her head, listening intently, and continues carding her fingers through Daisys hair. “That sounds fun. I reckon you girls must be hungry, huh? Do you want me to make you both a snack? What do you fancy?”

Daisy perks up at the idea, eyes shining wide with a mix of excitement and hunger. “Sandwiches?”

Karen grins. “I think I can rustle something to that effect up, yeah.” She turns to you. “Sandwiches sound good to you, honey?” 

Your heart melts at the nickname and it makes you want to sob. No one’s ever been this nice to you before and it feels strange. Not in a bad way, though. You don’t want Karen to know. Not yet, at least. “I’ll make something later. Don’t worry.” 

Karen raises an eyebrow. “Neither one of you have eaten since we left Cali. That was hours ago. Honey, you must be starving.” You shake your head, but she’s never been one to give up easily, so she takes an angle that she hasnt had to use in a while; bargaining. “How about I make ya a sandwich, anyway, but you don’t have to eat it, m’kay? It can just be there if you get hungry. How does that sound?”

Youve always been stubborn but even more so when you are small. You psych yourself up to protest again but she fixes you with a firm but kind look that has you sighing and relenting. “Okay.” 

Karen smiles softly and reaches out to give your knee a reassuring squeeze, testing the waters to see how you’ll react. She knows some littles don’t like physical touch, while others crave it, so she just wants to see what will work for you and what doesn’t. When you don’t shrink under her touch or pull away, she makes a mental note of it, tucking the information away into her mind. “What would you like on it?”

“Peanut butter and bananas,” Daisy cuts in, peeling a sticker off the page and pressing it onto Karen’s cheek before reaching for her hand. 

Karen laughs and lets Daisy hold her hand. “I know what you want, baby. You’re a creature of habit.” 

“What kind of creature?” Daisy wonders aloud. “Oo, can I be the Loch Ness Monster?” 

Karen ducks her head to hide her smile. “Sure, baby. You can be whatever you wanna be.” 

“Do we have jelly?” You pipe up, hiding Bambi behind your back so Karen won’t see it (which, in all reality, is a futile attempt, because she’s been watching you with the stuffed animal for the last ten minutes). “Strawberry?”

Karen can’t help but smile as she nods her head. “Yeah. We have strawberry jelly. Is that what you want?” 

You shrug. “I’ll make one later. Was just wondering is all.”

Karen hums non-committedly. It’s clear that she doesn’t believe you, but she’s not going to call you out on it like she would Daisy. Although she has her guesses, she doesnt know just how little you are or how you will react if she says the wrong thing. She has to wait it out until she knows you a bit better. 

Without saying another word, she stands up and moves to the little kitchenette off to the side, where she pulls a loaf of bread and the condiments out of a cupboard. 

You and Daisy go back to playing with the sticker books. Deep down, you know you’ve been caught out— it does not take a genius to figure that one out— but ignoring it and denying it if confronted seems like the best option for the time being. 

Karen soon comes back to the recliners with two plates. You try to ignore the sandwich and the expectations that come with it as she sets the plate on the wooden table in front of you.

Daisy practically inhales her sandwich before it has even touched the table. The crusts are cut off and it’s cut into star-shapes. 

“Little bites,” Karen chastises gently. Daisy slows down and Karen smooths her hand down the length of her back soothingly. “Like that, good job.” 

Daisy seems to get bored of the sticker books and pulls out a tangle toy to keep her hands busy as she eats. 

You don’t want Karen to get suspicious, so you inch the sticker book away from you to make it look like all this time you were just helping Daisy. You lean back in the recliner, feeling the smooth leather under your skin. You can feel Karen watching you out of the corner of her eye as you curl your hands under your head and drift off to pass the time. 

You must be out for a few hours at the very least because the next thing you know, Karen is hovering over you and shaking you awake. Her expression is soft as you stir and rub the sleep out of your eyes. “Hey, sleepyhead,” Karen murmurs, voice gentle as she props herself on the end of the sofa. “We’re at the store. Daisy said something about wanting to show you something inside? I said I’d try and wake you up first, because she would’ve body-slammed herself onto you given the chance.”

You laugh softly as you sit up, trying to get a solid grip on your surroundings. “Mhm. Sounds like Daisy.” You mutter fondly. 

Karen chuckles under her breath. “Yeah.”

As if summoned by her name, Daisy exits the bathroom, wiping her damp hands down the front of her blue denim dungarees. Her face brightens when she sees that you’re awake. “Ready to go?” She flops down beside you. 

You nod and blink the remaining sleep out of your eyes again as you run a hand through your hair in an attempt to flatten it out. 

“C’mon then,” Daisy takes you by the hand and pulls you to your feet carefully. Karen blocks her path before she can get far and she huffs. “What, ‘Ren?”

Karen arches her brow. “That’s a lot of attitude, don’t you think?” Daisy shuffles on her feet and Karen drops it. “I’m giving you twenty minutes on your own, okay? I’ll wait outside of the store for you, and if you’re not there in twenty minutes, I’m coming in and finding you. Got it?” 

Daisy resists the urge to roll her eyes. “Okay, ‘Ren, I get it.”

Karen’s lips twitch as she presses a chase kiss to Daisy’s forehead. “Alright. You head off then, sugar. But the two of you are to stay together, alright?”

“We’re big girls, ‘Ren!” Daisy insists. She huffs and puffs but takes your hand anyway, leading you inside the store.

Karen lights up a cigarette and shouts after the two of you. “Twenty minutes!”

“Twenty minutes!” Daisy echoes back, bouncing on the balls of her feet as she tugs you through the aisles.

“What’re we doing here, Daisy?” You ask, eyeing up the rucksacks that she’s stopped in front of. 

Daisy does roll her eyes this time. “We’re making you a go-bag, silly.” She says, practically bursting at the seams with excitement at the idea. “Now, pick a rucksack.” She nudges you forward with her hip. 

You tentatively pick up a black rucksack and peer inside. It’s big enough to hold all the things you’ll need, so you hold it close to your chest. “This one.” 

Daisy doesn’t berate you for how simple it is. Instead, she takes your hand and wanders around the store until you stop in another aisle. “Do you use pacifiers?” She asks quietly. You shrug, heat rushing to your cheeks, and she takes that as a yes. She snatches up a purple one and moves onto the next aisle. 

By the time you both make it to the register, your go-bag is well and truly prepared, with things from coloring and sticker books to fidget toys, to crayons and a few stuffed animals of your own. The cashier packs all your items in to your rucksack and, with one minute to spare, you and Daisy leave. 

Karen’s waiting outside of the store, golden hair shining as the sun-light catches it. Her eyes land on the rucksack clutched in your hand, and although she has an idea what is inside, she doesn’t comment on it. “Did you girls have fun?”

“So much fun, Ren!” Daisy rambles about the upcoming tour as she takes Karen by the hand and the three of you make your way back to the tour bus.

[yeehawbvby]

no bottom surgery pls! and maybe reader eating him out? i think that man deserves his pussy ate lmao

(i am also a trans man if that matters! thanks again)

You got it >:3 

Like I said in a previous response to you, I’ve never written an explicitly trans character before, so if I fuck it up by any chance then please don’t hesitate to correct me on anything!! I’m more than happy to make any necessary revisions! 

(I’ve also never written a M!Reader before but I’m gonna for this, since you’ve specified your gender. I’m very nervous to post, but it was a fun challenge, so I really hope it doesn’t disappoint 💕 ^^)

The Sweetest Treat | TransMasc!Arven x TransMasc!Reader

Note: In case anyone is new here, please note that I headcanon Arven as an adult! Please consider this aged up if I’m proven wrong in the future.

Rating: Mature/Explicit | WC: 1,388

“You sure this is okay?” 

Your head is rested on Arven’s bare thigh while his dripping core pulses below you. His breaths shake as you trace featherlight shapes with your fingers around his pubic area; you don’t want to touch him until he’s ready, but Arceus it’s tempting. 

Peppering soft kisses of reassurance to his skin, you hum a quiet “Mhm.” One he can feel more than he can hear. “Just let me take care of you,” you murmur. 

Looking up at him with hungry eyes, you revel in how vulnerable your partner looks. How prepared he looks. 

“Alright,” Arven sighs.

“You comfy?”

“Yeah.” He nods after readjusting his weight onto his elbows a bit. “A-are you?”

Laughing, you nod back at him. Although your comfort is the last thing on your mind right now, it’s not a lie. Arven’s soft yet firm thigh is the perfect pillow, and his extremely yellow bed isn’t the worst mattress you’ve laid on. 

“Ready?” 

A shaky sigh leaves Arven as he nods again. “Do your worst.” 

Gladly. 

Your eyes flicker down to Arven’s pussy, and it takes all the restraint in your body not to touch your own.’You can do this to yourself later,’ you repeat in your head. Don’t wanna give your boyfriend a shitty experience just because you got distracted by your own carnal desires. 

You drag your pointer down to Arven’s lips, dipping just slightly into his folds. Before you can even really do anything, he’s squirming beneath your touch. His satisfaction brings a genuine smile to your face. 

“Mmmn,” he hums, eyelids flickering shut. 

So reactive… 

‘I can have fun with this,’ you think to yourself.

You press a light bite to Arven’s inner thigh, and his visible iris flickers back open with a gasp. “Eyes on me, ‘kay?” 

Blushing madly and swallowing a whine in his throat, Arven nods his response. You press on him a little harder before using your pointer and middle finger to spread him open. Finally, you plant a chaste kiss against him, before gently licking up his slit.

Arven’s teal orb doesn’t stray from yours as you draw lazy letters and numbers onto him with your tongue. It stays trained on you as he moans, squirming against your mouth. 

You stop for just a moment and sweetly smile up at him. “That’s my good boy.”

The praise raises Arven’s brow and he groans, bucking his hips into your touch. He’s stronger than you, so you struggle to hold his lower half in place as he writhes against you. Taking the hint, though, he does his best to keep still.

Arven drinks in the way you look — foggy eyed and with a deep blush coating your own cheeks, while he makes a mess of your profile with his arousal. You catch him staring, and you know that it’s not because he’s been told to, but because he wants to. The sight of you laying naked with your face between his legs, making him feel the best he ever has, is something he’s only ever dreamed of.

Another giggle escapes you as you hover over his bud. Your lips brush against it as you use your honeyed words to continue breaking him down. 

“You really like being my good boy, don’t you?”

“Fuck,” Arven whines. His visible eye rolls back for a moment before his gaze reaches yours again. Makes you smile wider, more catlike. He’s so obedient. “Yeah,” he sighs. 

You give him a particularly harsh suck, just to see what sort of reaction your boyfriend will gift you in return. He doesn’t disappoint; a wanton groan escapes him, and he throws his head back. His beautiful throat’s exposed and you can almost see some of his other eye from this angle. One of his hands tangles in your hair, tugging just hard enough to get your rocks off a little, as the other grips the sheets.

“S-such a good… ah!” Arven stops himself with an embarrassed yelp.

…Oh?

“You were about to call me a good boy too, weren’t you, baby?”

Biting his lip, the man doesn’t answer you. Can’t have that, now, can you? Still working your tongue along his folds, you slide a finger into Arven’s entrance.

“Oh, fuck!”

“So?” You ask between laps. “You were saying…?“

“I-I, shit, yes, you’re such a good boy...”

So cute!

“Thank you,” you lilt as you add a second finger. “S’this alright? I can pull out if you’re uncomforta—“

Arven cuts you off, desperately advising against your suggestion. “Please don’t, feels so good.”

A second hand wraps into your hair as you smile against Arven’s cunt. “Glad I can make you feel like this,” you murmur. “My sweet boy.”

A heady cry emits from Arven’s throat. God, you love his sounds. “My sweet…” you pause to flatten your tongue against him, licking a slow, hard strip. “…perfect boy.”

Pulling away so as to give your mouth a break, you use your thumb against Arven’s clit. You can’t help but shiver a little at the sight of his wetness and your spit mixing, creating a thick connection between your chin and his core.

“Tell me what you need me to do.” 

“Oh— mmm.” Seeming to have been caught off-guard by your order, Arven clears his throat. “C-can you go faster? Please?”

“Of course,” you whisper. 

Just as he requested, you twitch your thumb around him while your fingers dance inside him. You pepper love bites on his skin, kissing each bruise better as they appear. All the while, Arven’s mewls are getting louder. Throatier. Needier.

You return your tastebuds back to him, doing your best to lick and suck according to his responses. He really loved that little flicky-thing you just did with the tip of your tongue, so you surprise him with it every once in a while. Every time, he sounds absolutely euphoric. 

Noticing how your partner twitches into your lips, you wonder how close to completion he is. You don’t want this to end… then again you’ll make him cum as many times as he wants you to if it means you’ll get to keep at this.

“How are you doing, love?” You hope he was able to understand you, talking with your mouth full.

His response is… incoherent, to say the least. He’s been fucked stupid. Perfect. Must be getting there! 

“You gonna cum for me, or what?” Biting his lip and looking down at you through tears, Arven nods. Smiling and pumping your fingers into his sweet spot even harder, you add, “Bet you’re gonna taste so fucking good, baby.” 

Before you can even get your lips back on him, Arven’s beginning to snap. You do your best to work your tongue in all the ways you know he loves, as the flavor of his release coats your mouth. You can’t deny the excitement and pride that bubbles within your tummy as he rides your fingers and ruts into your licks. Not wanting to overstimulate him, in case he isn’t into that, you stop moving, simply letting him get off on you. 

As he comes down from his high, Arven leans back onto the bed. His chest heaves, and his skin glistens with sweat, but he’s laughing. 

“That was so cool…” he mutters. You can’t tell if he’s talking to himself, or to you, or to Arceus.

After licking your fingers clean, you inch up on top of Arven, cuddling into his chest. “You did so good,” you softly reassure him, running your fingers through his bangs before cupping his face. 

“You did all the work…” he bashfully mumbles. 

Arven leans his face against your forehead, pressing a brief kiss to it. Working his way down your temples and cheeks from there, he meets your lips – you feel his features heat up under your touch as he tastes himself on you, but he slips his tongue into your kiss anyway. A quiet squeak escapes you, and your seemingly innocent boyfriend’s lips curl into a grin. 

Oh?!

Within seconds, your back is against the mattress, Arven’s body hovering above yours as he kisses down your neck. You squirm beneath his touch, feeling your cheeks grow rosier as Arven determinedly nibbles and licks lower, and lower, and lower, until he’s near your own core.

“Your turn, sweet boy.”