#if i had done it a day earlier i could have maybe lured people into reading my niche stuff by virtue of them having nothing else to read

[quetzalpapalotl]

I have crosspoted all my Transformers fic (5) to Dreamwidth! So I thought, might as well promote them again. Take a look if you want, it would mean a lot! Warning on the links.

Your carefully laid plans

One way or another, Proteus always gets what he wants.

A sort of character study for Senator Proteus

In Name only

Nominus Prime wakes up for the last time.

A Nominus fic to go with the Proteus one.

Come here, baby, tell me that I'm wrong

“Years later Orion –Optimus– invited me to join his merry band of Autobots. Wanted to lay claim on me before the Decepticons could. Forgiveness as a weapon of war, you see, very Optimus Prime.”

A ship manifesto for whirlop in fic form, it's not a happy ship.

Let me fall under your skin

High on victory, Megatron shows Orion how much he appreciates him.

A fanfic for Squiggle's 2022 big bang fic, We Are The Music Makers. The megop dynamic in it was too up my alley, so I wrote porn before she even finished the fic.

Your own body overflowing goodness

Optimus only desires to be good.

Being Prime is being Primus' sub.

[sugawhaaa]

heyy girly!! saw your post and maybe thought you could do this with any member you like but maybe try like prince!member with Gardner!reader and one night the prince wants to sneak out to see the village and the reader does show the village and in the end reader takes him to this big pond that's covered in trees and you can continue the rest, smut, fluff whatever you like. Have a nice day or night! also can I be 🐝anon?..if there's someone with it that's alright!

YEONJUN X READER

🌷Red Tulip🌷

Warnings//genre:: friends to lovers, fluff, suggestive towards the end

Pairing:: prince!Yeonjun x fem!gardener!Reader

A/N:: Istg why do I feel like all my fanfic are so short these days 😭 it is what it is ig. Hope yall like it though and I hope its what you wanted 🐝

Txt masterlist:: 🌷

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Yeonjun sits by his window cill looking out into the village that he would soon rule over. He was grateful and blessed to rule such a peaceful land inhabited by such dear people, he will fight to protect them in the future. However, after spending so many days within the walls of this castle Yeonjun felt, lonesome. Like he was missing something and he could just barely reach it, it was grazing on his finger tips.

As his gaze falls from the stars and back down to the quietness of night among the village he notices movement, how rare. It was rather close to the castle as well. Perhaps it could be his dear Y/N? Yeonjun knew of this woman who lived in the village who had a radiant beauty that lured him in like a moth to a lamp. Despite Yeonjuns undeniable and uncontrollable feelings he could not show Y/N his interest for through words numerous reasons.

However now, in the dead of night, if he showed interest would anyone notice? Though it felt like a fever dream Yeonjun saw an opportunity and reached for it. He snuck out of the castle and rushed over to where Y/N lived, a little cottage surrounded by flowers and a flow of water. He went around back where Y/N spends most of her time, swinging in the love swing or gardening. To his surprise, he spotted Y/N. She gasps and turns to him.

"Prince, why are you up at this hour?" You rush over to him and he chuckles, shaking his head.

"I could ask you the same thing," he smiles sincerely as he sees that sweet innocence on your face. "I couldn't sleep and as I watched the stars out my window I couldn't help but hear a little somebody out and about as well," Yeonjun's eyes are bright despite the cold darkness surrounding the two of you.

"Well I couldn't get any work done today because I was so tired. But now that it's the middle of the night I feel more energized than ever," You chuckle softly as you tend to the array of flowers resting below your peach tree. "I haven't tended to my flowers all day so I thought I should give them some attention," You explain before rising to your feet, your night dress hanging down by your ankles. "Would you like to pick some flowers with me? There are some herbs by the pond if you're interested in those," You offer and you can see Yeonjun blush softly.

"Why not?" He chuckles before following you over to the love swing where the flower baskets sit. You hand one to Yeonjun before taking one for yourself. You make your way back over to the flowers you were tending to earlier. You help Yeonjun collect up some for his room, make it a bit more colorful him, before leading him down the path to the little pond. It was hidden behind some willow trees that reach the ground so it was unknown to most of the people, including Yeonjun. "Wow what a beautiful place," He chuckles in awe as he watches the still pond reflect the moon.

"Would you like to take some herbs home with you?" You offer but he shakes his head.

"It's alright, I wouldn't want to take any flavour from your dishes," He chuckles and though he refused he still helps you collect the herbs. You set the baskets by a nearby bench before sitting down on it. Yeonjun, who had been crouched down water the frogs swim around the pond, notices your shift in demeanor. "Is everything alright dear Y/N?" He asks as he softly walks up to you before sitting beside you.

"I worry about you Yeonjun," You explain and he looks at you surprised before smiling.

"Why would you worry? I am protected well and our country has never been safer," He explains and you nod, but you don't feel comforted yet.

"I worry about us...I suppose that better describes how I feel," You look down at your hands clasped in your lap. Yeonjun turns to you, surprise written on his face. "I'm sure you feel it to. The chemistry between us when we're around each other, the race in your heart, and that look in your eyes," You look up into his eyes, that purity and curiosity gleaming throughout them. Yeonjun looks down, sighing softly, too afraid to admit the truth. "And that flower you gave me was no coincidence was it?" You comment and you see the blush travel up his neck, tinting his ears. "A red tulip, the flower used to quietly confess love. You gave that to me as a confession because you knew I would understand your confession without you having to say it right?"

"I knew you would bring that up," He sighs before turning to you.

"Of course, how could I just ignore it?" You chuckle and he takes a deep breath.

"I wanted to tell you but I wasn't sure how. I wanted to make it meaningful and since you love flowers so much I thought that was the most fitting way," Yeonjun explains shyly, still avoiding eye contact. "I...I realized I probably don't have much time left to live like this, live as freely as I do but I needed to tell you, express my love before it's too late," He explains, his eyes darting down to your slightly parted lips. "I don't mean to rush you Y/N but..." He brings a hand to the side of your face, tucking back stray hair behind your ear. His hand then rests at your cheek, gently rubbing your tender skin with his quivering thumb.

He leans in slowly, allowing you plenty of time to pull away or back down, but it's not awkwardly slow, he was simply building the tension and allowing you a moment to consider his offer. You lean in closer, bringing your hand to the back of his head, gently intertwining your fingers in his hair. Finally your lips meet, the warmth and plumpness filling your senses with a newfound relief. His lips were soft but held a certain amount of hunger, eagerness, desire. He gently pulls you closer by your hip, your bodies nearly overlapping as the kiss shifts from tender and patient to eager and hungriful.

Yeonjun then pulls back, the cold hitting your lips once again at the separation. "I'm sorry," He looks down.

"For what?" You look at him worriedly.

"I love you too much," He chuckles softly, stroking back your hair. "I can't control myself around you, I act like a fool," He laughs to himself with a shake of his head but you lift his chin to look at you.

"If you're a fool I must be a complete moron," You laugh softly before kissing him, this time with more hunger and desperation. Your hands start roaming over each others bodies, his hand tangled in your hair and pulling you close, your hands tugging at the back of his neck, drawing him closer as your other hand rests at his chest. "So does this mean I have a boyfriend now?" You giggle between kisses, your breaths coming in short.

"If I can have a girlfriend," He chuckles as he begins to lean back, pulling you on top of him. The position the two of you were in looked rather misleading but perhaps that was the path this was taking. "You're so beautiful Y/N, you look like an angel," He comments as the moon lingers behind you, cascading your body in a faint glow. He strokes your cheek softly before kissing you one last time.

Part 2???

[chronic-lee-lovesick]

YOO THIS IS MY FIRST DRABBLE I POSTED EVERR WTFF- Anyways had this thought and might as well post it even if it's possibly be OOC? I tried writing it as closely as possible but I think of this as more of "character development" in my lil story fantasies like they call it FANFIC for a reason right? ;3c And posting things many people rarely do or don't at all is "kind of" my thing so enjoy this drabble ig,,¿ (PLEASE FORGIVE ME IF IT'S BAD ACK-)

[Crimson Knolastname X reader]

[⚠️warning⚠️: suggestive themes, maybe hints to abuse I mean it's crimson but it doesn't actually happen in the fic.]

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Crimson pants heavily above your exhausted frame, his hand on the headboard looking past you with that warm dazed look, he had just finished totally railing you. The way he was going at it told you that it was a long and tough day and he definitely needed this. After plopping down beside you Crimson lights one of his cigars taking in a long drag then exhaling, feeling like you've done your job you turn over to your side tiredness luring you into a deep sleep, "Hey, get over here." Crimson's stern and raspy voice suddenly rings out loud in the otherwise silent room, jumping from your sleepy state you groggily lean up with one hand for support facing towards him your eyes still closed bracing for anything that may come from him for whatever he'd seen you do something you weren't supposed to earlier on today (like trying to snoop or talking to any guy but him) but you were suddenly pulled in by his arm wrapping around the back of your neck your head landing on his chest, now you were sort of awkwardly laying at his side feeling confused but before you could think more about the odd situation you hear Crimson let out a deep sigh then moments later plant a kiss on top of your head. The way that made you feel shouldn't have been that good but it did and it made you feel warmer than before, slowly you snuggle in closer letting sleep take you over again and the whole time Crimson was watching you, after awhile he smirked "all mine~" he chuckled as he gave your body a gentle squeeze but you've long gone to sleep by then.

[fanfic-chan]

Snow Days and Broken Zippers

Heya @lovelynim !! Surprise! I'm your secret santa for this year! I'm so sorry this took so long to finish, but I had a really great time writing for these two and it was a great opportunity to work on something for one of the more obscure fandoms I don't often get to write for! I hope you like it!!^^

Wordcount: 638

Summary: Noe, after spending a gleeful morning playing out in the snow, accidentally ends up damaging the wintercoat he'd borrowed from a certain vampire doctor. Shenanigans ensue, and perhaps some people turn out to be just a little more childish than they'd like to admit.

Snap!

That was the sound of Noe's doom, his eyes widening slightly in surprise as the zipper he'd just been tugging on had popped right off the winter coat he was borrowing.... Vanitas' wintercoat, to be exact..

He hadn't meant to break it, really. He'd just gotten a little ahead of himself to get it off after playing out in the snow all day 'like a child', as Vanitas had put it earlier that morning, when he'd tried to pry the buzzkill of a human out of bed to go play with him.

This was fine though. Totally fine! Maybe he could fix it before Vanitas-

"Mm.. Noe? I see you're finally done prancing around in the snow... I can't believe you tried waking me up to- Eh?! The heck Noe?! Is that my coat you just broke?!"

And.. he was already here. Great...

"Vanitas! I, uh-" Noe stammered, smiling nervously as the irritated human approached to inspect the damage that had been done, snatching the broken zipper from him with a small pout, and Noe might have even laughed if not for the guilt he was feeling right now.

Before he could even begin to apologize though, a sudden tingling sensation on his sides caught him by surprised, causing him to stifle a small unexpected laugh as the irritated human suddenly began tickling him, expression a mixture of both annoyance and mischief as he squeezed the poor vampire's sides mercilessly.

"V-Vahahanitas?! W-Wait, what are you-"

Noe stammered, letting out a small squawk of protest as he was suddenly backed into the door behind him, leaving him no room to try and escape his current predicament as he plead with his friend, to no avail.

"Punishing you, of course. Isn't it obvious?" The blue eyed man answered, snickering evilly as he finally pinned the guilty looking vampire in place, pinching and prodding at the his sides while he started to crumble to the floor. "Shouldn't have broken my good winter coat Noe~." He cooed as he followed him down, causing his poor victim to squeak throygh helpless giggles.

"I- hehehehe! I dihihidn't- I didn't mehehean too!!"

Noe squealed out as he desperately tried to curl himself into a ball, twisting and turning in a useless attempt to free himself from the unfortunate situation he'd found himself in, with very little success. And after a few more minutes, it was beginning to look like he could end up stuck in this situation for a good long while, atleast until Vanitas decided to show some mercy... Which unfortunately, didn't seem likely anytime soon..

That is, unless he decided to play a little dirty too...

Now, would that be fair, considering the situation? Not really... But would it be funny? Absolutely.

Deciding to go through with his plan, Noe allowed himself to sink just a little further to the floor as he laughed more openly, pretending to give into the silly punishment, and once he'd lured the human into a false sense of security of having him properly subdued, he took action, subtly reaching up one arm to grab the doorknob, twisting it until the door suddenly swung open, a wave of freezing cold December air bursting into the house in an instant as they both tumbled backwards a bit.

Noe, still being safely wrapped in warm winter clothing, was totally fine, while Vanitas on the other hand, still dressed in nothing more than a set of thin pajamas, let out an embarrassingly high pitched squeal in response to the cold, before clumsily scrambling to his feet and retreating further into the house, shouting promises of merciless revenge and karma to come later, and despite the threats, Noe couldn't help but laugh.

Despite what Vanitas might say, perhaps that human was actually the more childish of the two of them afterall...

[docholligay]

Shattered by Lee Winter

Full and fair warning to the pitchers of this book: I did not like it. I did not care for it at all. I am gonna harsh on it. I will never read anything by this author again. If you go further than this, it’s at your peril. 

The pitch: What happens when superheroes don't want to be superheroes? A departure from the conventions of the genre, this book explores the many facets of humanity. Of life. Of loss. Of discrimination and friendship and equality – and how we, as humans, need different people in our lives at different times and in different ways. When your world is shattered, how can you pick up the pieces? (Includes a butch protagonist.)

Nonspoilery: The seductive idea of “A butch superhero” is utterly undone by the fact that everyone in this novel is insanely self-aware and has not only been to therapy, but may currently be sitting in a session now. Pair this with a hilariously heavy-handed look at social justice and axes of oppression, and I think a gay twelve year old would really get a lot out of this. 

I earlier posted little snippets of this book and I think that really sums it up. 

Spoilers

So I thought the major and compelling problem I was going to have with this book is I have very specific and strong emotional surrounds with the name Lena, as I do with only a handful of names in the world. So a character was always going to struggle a little bit for NOT being her. I was worried about this. 

Boy, do I wish that had been the problem! Mostly it offered up funny asides, but it didn’t really affect my feelings about the book. 

Lena is of course an edgy, closed off bad girl with a tragic anime backstory which in and of itself would not cause me a problem, many such characters, a number of whom I like. It’s a trope, and, you know what? It’s a decent trope! Would that an edgy bad girl who is the best at what she does, which is morally suspect, is a little ‘done’ was my biggest criticism. In a good story, it’s not big deal for me. 

BUT OH. Anyway, she goes to bumfuck nowhere to go track down Shattergirl, who doesn’t play the by the rules and goes into hiding, and Lena is all up in trying to figure out how to lure her back, because she’s the best ever at getting superheroes to come back, even though we learn very early on that maybe governments aren’t nice to superheroes. 

So then we go on a magical world tour, in some latter-day, low budget, Christmas Carol interlude where we have to prove to Lena, I guess, that people are bad and capitalism sucks? I honestly felt this was more a problem of Nyah’s imagination and experience than humanity sucking. Of course there are the horrors, but there is joy and beauty, too, and Lena basically takes all of this shit lying down like, “Hm! I, a fully grown adult who engages with a difficult business, never TRULY understood how someone could consider humanity not worth saving.” Really? NEVER? I fucking love the world, I think humanity is capable of immense kindness and beauty, and even I could see how someone who utterly lacked imagination would consider humanity “not worth saving.” 

And of COURSE Nyah’s planet was perfect and valued science and no one chased wealth and blah blah I’m sure she’s actually just high as fuck on the nostalgia of a place she hasn’t actually been in 100 years, but the narrative doesn’t SEEM to challenge this. It seems to be like, “Oh! If only humanity were not so awful! Le sigh!” and then Nyah offers the one concession to the fact that he planet might NOT have been utter perfection is that they weren’t very creative. Good fucking God. 

And we land on Nyah being the new leader of the superheroes, because of course she used to be the old president of the superheroes, but was replaced with a dude that sucks because, And I quote the fucking book directly: “You mean he’s a straight, white male.” The whole book is this embarrassingly heavy handed. God forbid we have a single thought for ourselves, don’t worry, this book will supply it to you like you are a little baby bird who needs it regurgitated into your mouth. 

Anyway, it was all very fucking YA. I wanted it to be the pitch, and I suppose it was the pitch for a 12 year old lesbian, but it was so on rails, so black and white, that I was nearly insulted by it. This was not pitched to me as YA, but the only difference between this and YA is they suck each other’s clits. This is for adults who only read YA.

I was going to go more into this, but as it turns out, I don’t actually want to think about this book anymore. It MIGHT be my least favorite book of the year, and if it isn’t it’s a close second.

[reverend-dog]

Final Girl

Jack’s head buzzed as he surveyed the cottage. A high-pitched tone like feedback through a speaker, the sound stabbed his ears all the time. Only one thing softened it.

When he first discovered the treatment, he had thrown up, and nearly turned the knife on himself. Cowardice, he supposed, or maybe the rush from blessed silence. For a while life was good, normal. When the noise grew louder again, dread filled him – he knew what he would have to do again. He tried to resist, but the lure of relief overwhelmed him. So he dug the knife from its hiding place, and went out again. Right up until the moment, he fought himself. After it was done and the silence came back, he wondered why he had hesitated.

It was never so hard again. In fact, Jack looked forward to the next time the noise grew. He tried to hunt in the meantime, but found he needed the noise. It drove him, gave him strength, cunning. And the rush afterward was orgasmic.

Other benefits came as the hunt went on. People learned about him from the remains he left, and they talked. They asked questions nobody could answer, and terrified themselves with guesses. Jack fed on the fear, though it served mainly to sharpen his appetite between hunts.

How many was this? Who cared? What sort of uptight person kept track of how many meals they ate? Jack savored the hunt, and anticipated the release to come.

This one was proving a challenge. She had avoided or escaped Jack five times so far tonight. The first time, Jack was enraged, but each near-miss twisted his ire to eagerness. The sound in his ears grew louder than ever, which meant the reward should be equally massive.

The cottage was small, barely larger than a shed. Jack skulked around it, found the back door and jammed it shut. Shutters covered the windows, so Jack made sure they could not open either. He didn’t have to make noise while doing this, but had learned that little bumps and rustlings added to his prey’s fear. That was another aspect of the hunt that Jack had learned to enjoy.

Everything was ready. Jack walked up to the front door, grabbed the knob, and rattled it. Of course it was locked. He leaned in, pressed an ear against the door. Silence. He imagined the girl, huddled in a corner or under a bed, perhaps with a knife of her own. The thought brought a smile to his lips.

Time to eat.

The door splintered under Jack’s foot, his strength amplified by the torment of the noise. He charged through the ruined entry, and came to a stop in the middle of a cramped living room. A single lamp on a table next to a chair lit the scene.

From behind, gears whirred, a sound like a bicycle chain, and metal clanged against metal. Jack spun, and stared in disbelief at the metal panel that sealed the doorway. He charged it, slammed his fists against it. “What?” he growled.

He spied one of the windows, shrouded by curtains. He closed the distance in a few strides and tore the curtains aside. Another metal plate blocked the window. “What the fuck?” Jack demanded.

“Hello, Jack.”

Jack knew the girl’s voice. He’d heard her speak earlier tonight, heard her scream. He spun, and saw her looking at him from the television screen. “What’s this?” Jack demanded.

“By now,” the girl continued, “it should have soaked into your head that you’ve walked into a trap. Your hunting days are over, Jack.”

Jack’s lips curled in a snarl. “When I get my hands on you --”

“If it’s any consolation --” From the way she spoke, Jack realized the girl was not conversing with him. The recorded message was part of the trap. “-- they don’t call me for just any serial killer. My services don’t come cheap. You’re a rare breed, Jack. And you’re about to join an exclusive club.”

The noise felt like a drill, whining, throbbing, fit to split Jack’s skull. It lit a rage in him, but the closest thing to a target was the girl’s smiling face on the television. Jack howled and lunged. He grabbed the television in both hands and lifted it over his head. Just as he hurled it to the floor, the girl said, “Goodbye, Jack.”

As if triggered by the television’s destruction, fire erupted inside the cottage. White phosphorus charges loosed their contents, which reacted on contact with air. As his flesh blistered and melted, Jack finally knew utter silence. “Thank you,” was the last thought to pass through his brain.

[dead-librarian]

Dec 11, 2021

Pauline said earlier that I should start a diary. So here we are. I don't think I've done anything like this since high school. ....I've had a horrible night.

The past few days have been... eventful. Especially the meeting with Harrison. He knows. Not the whole thing, but he knows. I don't really know why I kept lying. At least I got some more information about J, though.

I fucked up right after the meeting, though, because I wasn't thinking (I mess up a lot because of that, really), and a breach happened. A lady wasn't asleep when I thought she was and she ran off and I didn't tell anyone, like a fucking idiot. ...I'm bound again because of it now, as punishment. Harrison said it was either that or I tell him about the people I care about, and I can't have that. I care about them, and if I think about it too much it seems to be that I don't care as much about things as I used to. I don't want to think about it. ...Anyway, Amy and Chris are some of the only shreds of normalcy I have left. I hate the bond. It's like I'm losing my autonomy all over again, slowly. But there's another part of me that... .... Harrison's blood tasted like Jeremiah's. I didn't think I would ever taste it again. Part of me really wanted to keep drinking. ..I think something's wrong with me. Jeremiah was awful. Still is. I still chase after him, though. He's an unfinished story that I want to figure out (What else do I have left?).

Pauline picked me up after I got bonded. She said I could talk to her, and if I could I would, but... I just can't talk about that- About everything that's on my mind. Or in it (ha).

But I told her it was complicated, with me and J. And it is. I have so many questions for him. He still doesn't fucking tell me anything, but some things never change, I guess.

I wish my headache would go away.

Anyway- We ended up in Pauline's office, and I felt like a complete failure, really, sitting there with the two of them. I've really just been causing them problems- the whole thing was reminiscent of high school, if I'm being honest. Like sitting in an office after "starting a fight". We went off to the territory so Blake could show me a way to feed- well, I think the plan derailed slightly, maybe. He lured someone away (Maybe in the past I'd think it was romantic to share a cigarette like that), and I wasn't sure how to feel about what he was doing at first- and then J had to show up and tell me not to fuck up, but I knew that- and... anyway, in regards to drinking that guy's blood: I can have another sexuality crisis later.

We agreed to have Victor check out the fox that Blake saw at our territory, did a mission for him to deliver a cursed box– well, everyone else agreed with it. I don't like the Hecata; the idea that they can mess with souls make me nervous about what they could do to me, but I had already caused enough trouble for one night. I went along with it. (Just stay quiet so that you don't mess up more. A familiar pattern.) That box was like a cursed magical item from a DnD game. It had souls in it– Two of them.

., Anyway– what the hell was Blake thinking, driving like that?! He caused someone to crash– I think I wasn't as disturbed as I should've been. Pauline didn't seem to pick up on that. Blake lost the box, but we found it again, and I managed to talk the box into being nice to us. I have charm, I suppose. Blake seemed to like the Hecata lady; and I'm questioning his taste, to be honest. Okay, that's not the point of this diary. We helped her with one other task; again, I went along because I didn't want to cause any trouble. I just wanted to go back to my apartment, though- helping her out more wasn't part of the deal! I got the promise of information, though. I think my annoyance outweighs that.

What was even the point of me being there? I didn't even do anything, and then we had to leave because the police showed up for the second time that night, and the souls were screaming for help and I'm not sure if I even cared about that, and now I'm in a shitty motel room scribbling down an attempted coded diary in one of my notepads after breaking down and sobbing in the fucking restroom. God.

fuck.

The bus ride here was... I was alone, really, or as alone as I can be nowadays. I never thought I would miss my eyes hurting from the lights.

Blake and Pauline both got out relatively okay. Pauline seems to be in trouble, though. I hope she's okay. I know I can't tell her what happened to me, but... I don't know. It's nice she's willing to listen, though sometimes I feel bad that she does. Or maybe I just feel bad for both her and Blake in general, since both died younger than me. (I think they were as old as Amy is now.) So much has fucking happened. I'm not good at any of this. Why did J choose me anyway? Why did he even fucking do any of that? Why was I the only one he decided to bind? (Is it selfish to wonder if he even cared? Would that make it better or worse? Would I even care about the answer?) ...He ruined my life. I ruined his. Maybe we're both at fault. Nevermind. This is turning into a rant about an ex, once again. Hopefully I'll remember to keep writing in this. -L

[hanzi83]

Scattered Thoughts

I was wondering how I would go about doing this, because a lot of my written shit is just to get some irrational shit off my chest and since the people who target me and harass me, and try to instill paranoia into a mentally ill man, they have had to die it down a bit more, which means they go into planning mode in private but when they are close to whatever their mission is, they will show what they are help creating. Before I documented their targeted harassment, they would flat out admit what kind of control they have and the resources they had to do what they can. But now they have to limit what they do and say but when they show up, especially one that posts on that Systemically Hanzi83 sub reddit, the white supremacist who hates that I became more socially conscious, so he has to project how he really feels about being pegged by minorities and projects it into me, but he is showing what he might be up to while presenting it like he just discovered this Chat GPT where they are showing there are a lot of misleading things about me. First it is about if I have been arrested, and if I had been arrested for threatening Howard’s kids in 2007, you think he would’ve let me on the show, like he wants crazy but you don’t think that information would’ve leaked online earlier. Not only have they spent the past creating fake images that are horribly edited, but if my name comes up in the discourse again, which is why they are doing this, because everyone at the top is gonna be exposed one day for the shady shit they have done, so if they anticipate Stern might be exposed and maybe some of the shit he put me through becomes a topic again, depends on how the powers that be are gonna market my trauma, but if you look up my name, most of the time it is negative shit or people reducing me to being fucking super crazy and being a violent threat. I never gotten violent other than having sibling fights when I was younger or had my own shitty backyard fed. But because these people are fucking racist, they deem any conspiratorial Pakistani a violent person, which is why the fed like accounts online can monitor me because they can say they have just cause because I used to be crazy on the Stern Show, and there was gonna be more support post Stern but I dind’t get lured into the new right wing sphere, they figured I would want any type of relevance if it meant getting support and even though being too online in the 2010’s and not trusting any establishment like media, I would fall for culture war reactionary shit as the be all end all, but people knew at my heart of hearts I never had evil intent. People have followed my pathetic journey over the last 15 years, they have seen where my mentally ill dumbed down mind has gone, and even though being conspiratorial puts me in the disadvantage of being accepted because everyone, even people on the left will generalize and put them all in the right wing bin. The reason being that in my personal opinion and my personal theory is that conspiracies are gonna come true and that is why some of the right wing embraces it a bit more so then guys like Alex Jones could get credit for being villainized when he isn’t the first one to spew the valid conspiracies he did 20 years ago. So these people figured I would be sucked in because I was already buying into internet narratives so much in the 2010’s and I had no one to talk to, they purposefully isolated me from people in my life, and kept me suppressed that it was like they wanted me to get radicalized, and the trolls who have fucking been around have tried to do that, whether it is pushing me to suicide, and hinting they are coming to my house and live streaming their drive, or the constant incentive to give people online I would interact with to say ignorant shit because they wanted to see if I would give it a pass if they were black, brown, women etc, and when I didn’t counter shit the racist reactionary way, they will make it seem like I am scared because I would go off on the white supremacist trolls who showed their mission of trying to fuck with me, and instilling paranoia and getting me to snap and then taking shit out of context or flat out lie. Then they get mad that I don’t want them on the podcast, because these sociopathic shit heads think because they have resources and they are protected, they think they are actual personalities. These people are scary jerk offs and I know I piss off a lot of people, so different areas of the internet will give incentive to these people to pop back up. I have my ideas, but they know I write about this in “private” and when they know I am having bad mental health days, they show up to take advantage of me being vulnerable because being open about my mental illness and the ugliness that it has entailed, they can’t do that, but their vulture like behavior becomes standard and cliche. So they want to keep triggering me. I know by me complaining about this, other social climbers will make fun of me for bitching about this, and they will say it is all for attention, if I go to authorities or get a lawyer, I can’t technically prove everything I am saying and when there is “evidence” of the levels of how this might exist, come out, it will be because it is designed to come out. Maybe it doesn’t, maybe I am destined to be pushed over the edge and maybe I just drop off and then after the fact, they will then vindicate my name and prostitute my memory when they could have investigated this shit, but everything has become sports entertainment so it only happens when the system can profit off it. So I know it seems like I bitch about this nonstop and people think I am the one who talks shit. People who want to be thought leaders put out shit and do pile ons on other cogs in the system and try to destroy people’s credibility and they help initiate people with ignorance etc, and it is not good enough they have me ignored in the discourse etc, which is fine, but they don’t like that I still go off in my little echochamber but they still pay attention and get triggered by what I say when they are the ones creating chaos but then they will make physical threats because that is what the system permits them to be that way and that is fine, but even if you beat the shit out of me, you will still have dangerous sociopaths controlling your lives who will make you soulless individuals. I might go off on other social climbers, but it is never personally against them because it is more about what the system turns people into. But then people represent for the system by wanting to socially climb up there where they will then be used for fodder and it won’ be so fucking fun.

I am going to go all over the map. So if you stumbled across this, just assume I am a dumbed down mental case who is going off “vibes” in my published blogs because I just write from the top but I hate having to write these kinds of blogs going over my progress and trying to become a lot more peaceful because they have tried to manifest me into becoming a violent person, and claiming that Stern Show made a deal with people in my life, so it keeps me on the edge and then has me really upset with people in my life so I snap because I can’t take it out on Stern, not that I would ever fucking approach him anyways, but they have had to spread rumors of me beating the fuck out of my parents and then these same people will then want to make peace so they can be in my life for some reason, it is like instead of telling me I might get vindication some day, they would rather act like they genuinely want to be friendly with me, even people from my past who have come off a bit more peaceful but then do and say undermining shit to make me feel like shit because the celebs and higher ups they want to fucking suck up to tell them to do that, and I have to sit there and pretend they are actually fucking funny because their group chat told them they were, and hate that I don’t want their help in writing material or I didn’t want them to cohost the podcast, or be my producer etc. They wouldn’t be doing that if they didn’t think eventually shit will come to light. But the way everyone is getting shittier and becoming a fucking sell out. So I look at who could be sending the trolls to plant shit about me, and I know I have pissed off people in the wrestling world, I know I have pissed off people in the alt media spaces, I know the Stern Show is constantly going to be a source of putting my name out to hint they are gonna kill me or they will come after me etc, even if they were lying, doing that shit to a mentally ill person because you can’t fucking get help for your fucking mental health issues, because some people with those issues who are too far gone are like Tony Soprano, where on a human level you don’t wish anyone that kind of mental misery but when you are tied to a mafia like life you will always try to accumulate more power and resources to use at your disposal to destroy people’s lives. And at a certain point I don’t give 2 shits about your issues. You will never get better because you will always be bound to this life where you are gonna constantly try and create chaos and play off valid issues going on in the world to hustle people for your grift. So I used to feel bad for some of these fucked up trolls but then when they show they are going to continue to say racist shit then claim I am the one who hates white people, because I have generalized at times instead of saying “the White system, or white people that reflect the white supremacy ideology” so they blasted my tweets on an app so a bunch of patriots could take note. And if people are looking into their posts etc, they will do bare minimum bashing of right wing politicians so I guess you could say they are liberals who are putting me through this. Maybe they actually feel that way but I notice when I have pointed out they lean further to the right. They have no issue pointing out that I am out of work or some shit knowing I am blackballed and not allowed to be given a job in the industry and act like I am not doing anything on my own volition. 

I wouldn’t put it past people in the “alt media” like TYT to kind of be behind some of that shit since I have been going off on their right wing grift. If they admitted what they were turning into and I know a lot of people in the left space still give them benefit of the doubt that they are just making some bad mistakes, they are showing more and more that they are becoming right wing apologists, and not because they criticize democrats, but I have suspected this was always the grift, because so many people they have made in their platform have been going more to the right wing and through sports entertainment, we think they are at each other’s throats but it forces you to make a choice, but they are all meeting in a mutual meeting spot when the world turns into a fascist place, like it isn’t already getting there and people are making it known, and the symbolism of people being canceled ensures they will be saved by the right wing but it also makes the “left” look crazy because they are the ones doing it even though the right wing is manufacturing more shitty culture wars and using propped up sports entertainment viral shit to prove their point and because the alt media covers it I am supposed to not question it because I am supposed to buy into their “MSM is shit” narrative which everyone knows by now but the MSM is so shit, that they can’t talk about anything else. Like if you are so good at what you do, you would not need to preface your takes as “YOU WON’T HEAR THIS ON MSM” and I don’t regularly watch MSM because the last 10 year a bunch of fake anti war people said it was shit, and they used a 90’s aesthetic to act like someone criticizing MSM is the biggest own when people consume news online more than ever. But the thing is these shows are doing establishment like takes, so all that calling out the system over the last decade to sell your souls to become soulless cartoonish people who focus on being more of a sports entertainer doing comedy banter, because we need more Trump impressions, we need more shit of Ana Kasparian reiterating that if Trump was not running for office she would follow his comedy career, like someone who you know has aspirations for fascism, like him and DeSantis, should not need to have “Well to be fair to him” like you can acknowledge these people are smarter than people like to think they are since we have America’s dumbest criminal syndrome. But they have to buy into the shitty sports entertainment, and then get shocked that DeSantis would pardon Trump, which then shits on the analysis from these people because they are too busy slapping their knee at the name “MEATBALL RON” like your taste in humor is complete shit, like even if you bought into Trump’s shtick of being an edge lord with no filter, hasn’t that shit run its course, it is not genuine, it is more manufactured but I notice a lot of people who claim to be left on these platforms have to always downplay Trump and DeSantis, and everything has to revolve around fucking comedy. Like people are gonna fucking die from this sports entertainment into fascism road these people are, and we have to buy into fake sports entertainment so we have to be forced to choose a side in the argument when we shouldn’t give a shit about them, and it feels like TYT especially is doing free promo for the campaign while pretending they are covering the candidates feuding and you people are supposed to be more credible, they hate that they are not considered progressives and then they go on platforms that are bigger to represent for progressives and blame the general left for culture wars when these assholes have started culture wars. Ana is becoming much more unhinged than Cenk in this case, look at how she covered this propped up story with the citibike Karen, and listen I always thought these Karen videos have always been sports entertainment, since people are given incentive for digital currency that is valuable to these people, to go viral for shit and then we think that could not possibly be orchestrated, but TYT didn’t mind getting on the trend when it was to ride the BLM wave to show they are progressive but since the protests in 2020, it feels like there is a push to push back at any claim of racism, so they advertise these DEI seminars which technically are happening but since everything has to be like a reality show and a nonstop comedy, it has to be there designed to fall flat on its face for the online contingent to push back on even though they are funded online to make it seem like diversity is getting out of control, the system is so racist that these super extreme examples to make black people look bad in these situations is designed for people to think diversity and inclusion is becoming more extreme. They will chastise others in how they protest and thinks they can dictate how people on the left will act but they are more focused on being fair to people who have fascist aspirations, they know the system is a far right wing trajectory system like they are the ones who book the world champions in wrestling analogy and you know they have been paying attention to my podcasts and blogs because they were kind of spoofing the wrestling references and me sitting there getting flustered they would compare Tucker and Trump to Road Warriors going to WWE and feuded with the Wild Samoans, like the fucking Legion of Doom never feuded with the Wild Samoans in their first WWE run you stupid son of a bitch. But they are clearly paying attention to what I am saying, they have resources and connections to have shit I say monitored. But I am not picking  a fight but I hate people who want to sell out so badly and sophisticate new racist talking points and then pretend you are progressive when that ship has sailed. Now my trolls get giddy that I am upset that more people will turn further to the right wing. It makes me question the path people I know from my past, and it is like why would I want to be here if everyone is gonna throw on an NWO shirt at some point. It could be wrestling people too because I do talk shit to the general discourse because it has been so propped up and they are bigger examples of people who hate the “MSM” which would be WWE in this case but then they do their own establishment narratives because they want to dictate the discourse and people will pretend they don’t take the fandom seriously but when literally everyone is trying to become a sports entertainment to help carry on a worked shoot angle that caters to one man’s ego, so acting like the online narratives are more genuine any more than the WWE level narratives, it becomes a laughing stock to me. I have tried to move away from this but my mental illness and me being beholden to being invested into entertainment will never go away because we are all fucking trapped into this shit, it is not about discussing and moving discourse forward with analysis, it is about facilitating people playing characters online who have to have controversial takes so it gets dunked on. It feels like shit is created to be a story so we can continuously justify a 24/7 news cycle and I wish I could make a clean break from it, but time and time has proven I am a mentally weak person. This is why I would prefer not to be here because how can I really get better in a world that is getting worse, we have allowed the manufactured and organized shit online to seem like it is completely genuine because it seems like it is real, or it genuinely happened and it helps manufacture consent from people taking in culture war discourse to not give a shit that really fucked up laws are being signed to help erase people from existence. But people who have to pretend they are just going at the democrats solely and then giving the props to the right wing for the bare minimum when the system in general has a right leaning bias, even if they might go “woke” about a topic or two, so there is no point in giving people like that credit when it is already in their favor, they don’t think that because they don’t view being online and pretending that shit that becomes “news” and topics of the day, is 100 percent legit and it could not be created by billionaires who might fund this kind of chaos, these people let us know who they are with their vitriol and they are making people’s lives a living hell, and you are gonna tone police how people would feel from this shit and then pretend you give a shit about people from marginalized communities and you think you can beat them with ideas knowing that anyone on the left side will not get to go at the right wing talking points a lot better than some of the shitty MSM personalities who do slight pusbacks, but the ignorant point of view still dominates. They think because the system pretends to be “woke” about some shit, that the opposing opinion is not wanted, when you are all probably being funded to spew that talking point. 

I know this is a mess of a blog but the people who hate me who read this probably had their mind go all over the place reading this shit, but I am writing this at 5 am in the morning and I just needed to get random shit off my chest but the trolls stalking me and trying to make my mental psyche a bit more rocky always lure me into this shit because they need to be talked about on some level, even by a fucking former whack packer on the Stern Show who has not been relevant since 2016. But time to time I will admit it throws me off my mental a bit that these people will try to fuck with me and then because I assume a bunch of other high up people assign these people to do this shit, it makes me question everyone and everything which is probably by design, but you see most people who don’t feel comfortable with their thoughts would not to admit these kinds of thoughts exist because being vulnerable about your mental illness will ensure people will come at you but being disrespected all through my existence and taking nonstop L’s in this lifetime, I know how to handle it better but me saying one thing will make you lose your noodle because you aren’t used to have to analyze yourself, it is the scariest shit in the world to be alone with your thoughts and I have because I had no choice but now I can embrace it a bit more because I can take a lot of mental anguish, more so than a lot of fucking funded people out there, because the funded people put so much effort into looking good and making sure their reputations are in tact, you put so much energy into that, they won’t ever self analyze. The aesthetic me and how horrible I look to the basic civilian out there represents what a lot of you in the system look like on your insides. The funniest is that these fucked up people doing the system’s bidding had to monitor me write this and they are then gonna have to read it again when I post it. They know no one is gonna believe me, that is their only solace that no one has my back and that is fine, so this is just a mentally ill person who expresses his irrational thoughts at my own detriment because it makes me look like the insane one, not the system that has these people at their disposal to make me feel like utter shit, selling my information to people in higher positions in the entertainment and political world because these people sold their souls to be soulless monsters and their only saving grace is what, having another entertainment persona so you all can practice being sitcom characters you enjoy watching. This is what I mean when I say out of all the entertainment that exists, comedy is probably the most damaging, these people won’t give you the grim reality that is coming but we have to levitate shit with comedic banter and buying into sports entertainment in fighting so they dominate the fucking news cycle. Not every alt media place has gone that far, but at one point I didn’t think certain people on the “left” would go that fucking far and they ended up becoming predictable boring edge lords trying to be fair to the “right” under the guise of working class and there is nothing wrong with supporting the working class, but when you use propped up figures who have far right ties and you don’t ask tough questions. Jimmy Dore would be promoting the convoy earlier this year but did he talk about the truckers who got fucked over because of the convoy shit taking over the entire discourse? You can just say shit and claim you are a leftist and we automatically are supposed to believe you because the MSM is dog shit in their coverage so now a bunch of alt media people who are aligned with billionaires then get to pretend because they look like the man of the people that they represent. The trolls  are fucking with my computer as I write this, they are slowing it down a bit and it is like they already can’t handle me talking shit about them so they can’t make it overly obvious so it clearly is bothering them because they think when I am not feeling mentally well, they got a perfect situation to amplify the paranoia in hopes I will lose my mind even more, but then they get triggered by me writing this down and at this current time I am writing this, it has not been published, but they know that even though I cannot prove everything other than what is documented, they get worried someone might stumble upon this and might actually look into what they might be up to. I don’t get it though, you guys have the connections and resources, why wouldn’t you be happy? Maybe it sucks to know at the end of the day the people doing dirt for people at a higher level will be used for future sacrifices and the promises made to you are not gonna be fulfilled. The system doesn’t let you be a mercenary for the goodness out of their heart. But again this is just delusional talk from a mentally unwell man, you are better off listening to other mentally unwell people who have to pretend to be thought leaders in their circles and you can tell they can’t handle the criticism because you are supposed to believe they are anti war and anti establishment, that is what these people have going for them but if you found out for real they are being funded in this current age in different areas, suddenly all these guys are no better than the establishment they claim to fucking hate.

[drifternsfw]

Overtime

Red Velvet Yeri X Male Reader

Part 1 of 3

“May I enter, sir?”

“Go right ahead.”

Yeri stepped into your office. The Asian beauty glanced at you for a second, carrying a pile of documents. You glanced back, shamefully checking out her shaped body, enhanced as she was wearing a sexy leather skirt with a tight shirt tucked into it.

The sound of her high heels echoed through the room as she went on and put her files on a shelf. Clumsily, she dropped a few papers on the ground. Her back was turned in your direction as she bent down, revealing more of her magnificent toned thighs. You could almost see her ass cheeks when she quickly got up again. You looked away, as if nothing happened, wondering if she did this intentionally, although you had a pretty clear idea of the answer in mind...

Yeri might be acting shy and cute on the regular, and she was a pretty good assistant worker for the company, but the two of you already shared more than just files. You had sex on a pretty regular basis, and it became a playful thing between you to sometimes lure the other into sexual intercourses during the job hours. Nothing too serious though.

It was about 7 P.M and the sun was setting down outside your office windows. Your company building was emptying itself as people were leaving after a long day of work. You still had a lot on your plate though, probably a long night of work ahead of you. Maybe some stress relief would help you focus in the long run ?

“I think I’m done for today, sir.” Yeri said. “Except if you want me to stay for a few extra hours ?”

She stood in front of your desk, and seeing her closer to you, you noticed some sweat glistening on her forehead. Her legs were slightly shaky as she tried to stand up tall, staring deep in your eyes once more. 

"Perhaps I have a few things in mind for you to do… Only if you’re willing to stay, obviously.”

"I’m… I’m always willing for you, sir.” She answered, trying to look confident. “I can be a good working girl, you know that.”

"Can you? Then show me. If you’ve done that special task we talked about, I might consider keeping you around for a while.”

“Y-... Yes, sir.”

Yeri turned around and took a few steps forward. At this point, she was trembling with anticipation. She started stripping her shirt off agonizingly slowly, teasing you, until she finally threw it to the ground. She was wearing a simple yet striking black bra, contrasting with her golden skin. She unclasped it, letting it fall down gracefully over her arm. Her naked back was now entirely revealed to you, exposing her slim figure that was calling you to do bad things, but you waited a little more, enjoying her little show. 

Looking back at you with a smirk, she got on her knees and put her head down to the ground. Raising her ass up, she slid her skirt higher and higher on her hips, revealing her glistening pussy. She was wearing no panties, as you expected. She kept going until she exposed her twitchy asshole. It was filled with a large butt plug. 

Earlier in the day, you jokingly told her that you might fuck her ass if she came to your office well prepared, but you didn’t expect her to be this… perverted.

"I’ve been waiting for you the whole day, sir… Please relieve me, I’ve been a good girl... I feel so full…”

Feeling the blood rush to your head, you stood up and locked the door. Unclasping your belt, you went towards the kneeling woman, still waiting for you patiently, face down. You could see her body shivering as she heard you step closer to her. 

You put one hand on the back of her neck, grabbing it gently, and slowly traced down her spine, caressing her smooth skin. Down and down, until you reached her skirt and finally, her ass. You grabbed the plug and pulled on it, just enough to make her feel the pressure around her ass ring, but not enough to remove it. The Korean girl moaned, wiggling her butt. You let the plug fall back into place as you switched your focus to her pussy. With two fingers, you started exploring the cavity, stretching its walls, making Yeri squeal with pleasure. 

"God, you’re so wet already.” 

"That’s because I’ve been thinking about you, sir…”

"Thinking about what, exactly?”

"Thinking about you fucking me, sir. Thinking about your big cock buried in me, fucking my pretty little asshole. Please Y/N, remove the plug and use me… I want it.”

She looked a bit shy before, but despite her very submissive pose, she was surprisingly confident asking for these things. She also used your real name, which was not supposed to happen during working hours… But you guessed you’d forgive her this time.

Not wasting any more time, you released your cock, already hard from her little show. Positioning yourself behind the kneeling girl, you rubbed the tip of your shaft against her cunt, moisturizing yourself and making Yeri tense up.

"Don’t you dare move. Keep your face down like that.”

Yeri froze up and did as you told. As your throbbing dick was still sliding against her pussy lips, but never penetrating her, you firmly grabbed the end of the plug that was bothering her all this time. You liked the way she was completely obedient, at your mercy. You loved knowing that Yeri had kept the plug in her ass the entire day just because you asked her, just to please you. No doubt that she also found it extremely exciting.

Her ass gripped around the toy one last time as you slowly pulled it out. You heard her soft sigh of pleasure, and you couldn’t get enough of it. 

Finally, with a quick pop, the toy was completely out of her. It was definitely bigger than most plugs, so she was decently stretched out, but it didn’t compare in size to your dick. This asshole certainly looked amazingly tight to you.

"Ughh, Y/N, stop teasing. Please, sodomize me...”

Hearing Yeri’s dirty talk was driving you crazy. You had fucked her a few times in the past but this new side of her was something you didn’t really expect.

Her puckered asshole was slowly recovering from the stretch, but you didn’t give it time to close completely. Posting your tip at the entrance, you pushed yourself in. It took some effort because of the incredible tightness, but the entirety of your head managed to penetrate her sphincter. Yeri moaned with the sudden rush of pain and pleasure. She spread her cheeks with both hands.

"Come on, push it deeper, sir. I want to show you that I can take it all. Show you I can be a good little slut.”

Her words kept coming, striking your brain like a lightning bolt. Without any warning, you bent forward, your body now completely over her. Her submissive position made it impossible for her to react as you put your hand on top of her head to keep your balance, pressing her face against the ground. With one strong pelvis movement, you pushed half of your length in her asshole, impaling her. 

"If that’s what you want!”

“OH... FUCK!”

She screamed, but you didn’t care, you still needed more. You withdrew yourself, and with one more aggressive thrust, you buried your thick cock in again, deeper and deeper until you were completely stuffed inside. Numb and lightheaded, Yeri released her beautiful ass cheeks and they naturally clamped around your cock. You felt her insides tightening up and her ass muscles massaging you in an absurdly pleasurable way. Reacting to the sudden intrusion, Yeri’s body instinctively tried to move, but your grip and pressure was too strong for her small figure. She wiggled around, trying to break free, but she could not, completely under your control. All she could do was scream.

"Shit! Y/N, you’re too big, you’re breaking my ass apart… Fuck… USE ME!”

You went down on her again and again, plunging your throbbing dick in the deepest places of her anal cave. Your balls slapped against her pussy as your hips struck against her firm ass, the sound of the colliding flesh resounding in the room. Yeri was a moaning mess, incapable of moving, enduring your rough pace inside her anus.

"Ahh, your dick is stretching me out… You’re molding my ass with the shape of your cock!”

She was right, yet you wanted more. Grabbing a handful of Yeri’s hair, you straightened her back and raised her head next to yours. 

Still relentlessly plowing into her rear hole, you brought her closer and went for a deep kiss, enjoying the sight of her beautiful face, contorted by the mix of pain and pleasure. You finally stopped moving, resting the entirety of your cock inside her as you kissed.

Not pulling out, you grabbed Yeri legs, lifting her as you stood up, whispering to her ear.

“We’re only getting started, I’m not leaving this ass until I’m finished with you”.

"You like this tight ass, sir?” She whimpered “I can’t wait for you to fill it up with your cum. Be merciless on me, please.”

Dropping her, your cock twitched at the sight of her perfect legs landing on the ground. Still wearing her high heels, she was at the perfect height for you to keep fucking her tight hole.

"You bet I will be.”

You grabbed her hips as she arched her back. Pulling away by only a few inches before slamming inside. You started fucking her ass again, the tightness of her hole almost driving you mad. One of your hands dropped down and slapped her ass cheek, making the girl squeal. Her body reaction was instantaneous and her muscles clenched on your cock. You repeated the motion a few times as you kept thrusting your hips, Yeri screaming louder each time. Your other hand went forward and grabbed a handful of the girl’s breast, pinching and twisting her perfect nipples, keeping her tensed up with pleasure.

Steadily increasing your rhythm, you heard Yeri’s breath become erratic, her moans getting more intense. At the same time, you groaned, feeling the tension in your lower body ready to be released.

"Fuck... Ah… Sir, you’re gonna make me… Fucking cu-”

As she was about to finish talking, one of your strong arms grabbed both of her elbows, forcing her to arch her back even more, allowing your cock to reach the last depths of her ass. Your other hand went straight for her throat as you started to choke her mid sentence.

“Be quiet, slut. You’re in my office.”

Yeri's face reddened as you restricted the blood flow to her brain and obstructed her breathing ways. Despite that, you could still hear her moaning like a little bitch in heat, which made you completely lose control. Your grip on her neck got tenser as you slammed inside her ass, ramming yourself inside with no mercy. Her asshole kept tightening around you, gripping your trembling cock, not wanting to let go, almost as if her body was instinctively trying to keep you inside, to drain your balls.

Yeri was whining, incoherent noises coming out of her mouth. Pussy juices were squirming out of her already, running down her thighs. Your relentless hips thrusts kept going. Still not letting her breathe properly, you felt Yeri’s legs start to shake violently. Holding her strongly close to you, her orgasm hit her hard, stressing up her entire body, including her ass cheeks, trapping you inside of her for good. Your dick twitched you reached your own limit, releasing multiple streams of thick cum in the depths of the orgasming girl’s body.

Her climax was so strong, Yeri lost control of her limbs. You released your grip on her throat, finally letting her breathe, and held her ecstatic body tightly so she would not fall. Shivers ran down your spine as you kept dumping cum in her ass.

After what felt like an eternity, both of you calmed down. You reluctantly removed yourself from the woman’s puckered hole, your seed dripping out. Yeri quickly grabbed the plug that you left on the ground and slid it back inside of her rear hole. She squealed.

"Jesus christ, Yeri…” You gasped, not expecting that.

"Wouldn’t want to dirty your office, sir…”

There she was, still completely naked in front of you, her marvelous beauty struck you as she ran her hand through her messy hair, catching her breath. All you could do was bring her closer and share a passionate kiss.

But suddenly, this moment of peace was broken by the sound of knocks on your door.

"Mr. Y/N, are you there? There’s something important we need to discuss.”

Without a doubt, you recognized the voice. It was Seulgi, your personal secretary.

[auro-moved-account]

Catching Crystalflies

Venti x gn!reader

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: Mention of Venti’s terrifying bar tab

Summary:

You accepted a seemingly simple commission regarding collecting crystal cores, only to struggle chasing after them all day. Your good friend Venti proposes an idea to resolve the situation…

On most days, the melodious sound of the lyre playing would soothe your nerves and bring you a sense of peace. Today, however, it only serves as a constant reminder that Venti is absolutely not “too busy” to help you collect those crystal cores and is simply choosing to watch you struggle. Seated on a boulder not too far from where you’re standing, he makes an attempt at a melody, but finds that the strings of the lyre need tuning. You try to pay it no mind and begin slowly approaching a crystalfly buzzing around in the grass, but it slips out of your grasp the moment you jump for it. You let out a frustrated sigh, quickly turning to face your friend.

“Can’t you fly or something?” you ask, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Yep! Shame you don’t possess that ability though, or you would have caught that one for sure.” Venti smiles at you, while fiddling with the lyre’s tuning. Not a soul in all of Mondstadt would dare doubt the bond between the two of you, but people may have questions as to why you put up with each other from time to time. The bard absolutely could help you, and it would have been easy for him too, but he would much rather watch you do the work while writing a few poems about it.

“Not everything I do needs to be documented through song. There are other ways you could contribute to all of this.” You gesture around yourself to the field of crystalflies. Venti jumps off from the boulder, and adjusts his grip on the instrument.

“Y’know, there are already so many songs about legends and heroes. I’d personally like to expand my horizons and write about more relatable topics.”

You halfheartedly throw one of the few crystal cores you had collected at him, hitting him in the shoulder. Your throw didn’t pack much of a punch, but you did startle him a bit, which was a funny sight.

“Aw come on! I’ve been providing you with free entertainment all afternoon, and this is how you show your appreciation? How uncivil of you.” Venti pretends to be hurt by your action, but it’s clear from the way he conducts himself that he’s merely messing around to get a laugh out of you. He may not be the most helpful of allies, but he tries his best to keep you motivated and happy. Sadly, your commission to collect crystal cores remained unfinished, and your spirits remained low. You offered him the best smile you could muster, and went on to continue your work. For a moment the bard remained silent, before an idea struck him.

“Fine, I will help you… On one condition, of course.”

You turned to him again, raising an eyebrow. “And what would that be?”

“We make it a game, of course! Whoever catches the most crystalflies before sunset pays the tab at the Angel’s Share-”

“Not in a million years.”

You were quick to answer, and the insulted look on his face as he huffs at your fast reply lures a little laugh out of you.

“Well, alright… How about this,” Venti saunters over to you, picking the crystal core you threw earlier up from the grass.

“The winner simply gets a small favor from the other. Is that better?” He takes your hand and presses the core into your palm. You inspect the crystal core, the faint light still pulsing through the little trinket. The terms were more amicable this time around, but-

“You get to keep your head start, of course.”

“Deal.”

With the addition of the competitive element, your enthusiasm for the commission has been renewed. You know that you’d not only finally get the commission done now (and even have some crystal cores left over by the end of it,) but you also have the chance of winning a favor. What should you ask of Venti if you win? You could ask to borrow his cape, maybe. It looks comfortable. Or, you could ask him to help you with a daily commission tomorrow…

You spring out from your hiding place in the tall grass and snatch a crystalfly as it was about to take off. The wings dissipate, leaving only the little core behind in its wake. You add it to your bag, and start scouting for more in the area. You could spot one you had missed earlier when clearing the area around the Symbol of Mondstadt’s Hero, the grand tree in the middle of Windrise. As you climb over the twisting roots as quietly as you can muster, an especially strong gust of wind blows by. In the blink of an eye the crystalfly is gone, replaced by a very smug bard where the bug once fluttered.

“Hey, that one was mine!” You finally gather yourself at the base of the tree, crossing your arms over your chest. Your protests fell on deaf ears though.

“Catching crystalflies really wasn’t as hard as you made it out to be. Relaxing, even.”

“Well we can’t all be literal gods, you know.”

He chuckles a bit, before taking off to collect more bugs. As he leaps over the trunk of a fallen tree in his way, he turns back to you for a moment.

“Let’s meet at starsnatch cliff when we’re done!”

You give him a thumbs up, as you’re pretty sure he’s too far away to hear you even if you yell.

You’re strolling up the pathway to the very peak of the cliff, counting the number of crystal cores you’ve gathered over and over as you go. The air has gotten a bit cooler than it was earlier in the day, and the sky is glowing with all sorts of bright colors by now. You see the familiar bard already waiting for you up ahead, strumming a tune without a care in the world. As he hears your footsteps, he turns to you and gives you a smile, never once breaking from the melody he’s playing.

You settle down next to him and clutch your bag to your chest. The moment of truth has finally arrived. You watch as the lyre in Venti’s hands vanishes in a swarm of anemo energy, and he fully directs his attention to you.

“You’ve arrived, finally! I was getting bored here on my own.” Venti settles down in front of you.

“How should we do this? Do we go on turns or both at once?” You tilt your head to the side as you assess the cores in your bag. Venti puts his head in his hands and thinks for a second.

“Well, if we both say how many we collected at the same time we won’t have to double-check our piles to prove we’re honest.” You nod, and prepare yourself.

“On three, ok?”

“Alright. One.. Two… three!”

“21!”

“16!”

Ah. You lost, it seems.

Venti cheers and briefly celebrates his victory, as you close your bag of crystal cores shut again. You may have lost, but you can’t pretend that his enthusiasm isn’t contagious. With a little smile, you admit defeat.

“Congratulations, Venti. And thank you for helping me out today, too. I don’t think I’d have gotten this commission done without it, heh…”

“You’re very welcome, but don’t forget that you owe me a favor now!”

“Aw, I was hoping you’d be too distracted to notice.”

The two of you laugh a bit. Defeat aside, you had gotten the task done and all it cost you was whatever that bard decided to do with his favor. Speaking of…

“You’re not getting away that easily, now. I’ve already decided what to ask for.” Venti inches a bit closer to you, taking the crystal core bag from your lap and placing it to the side.

“Oh, what is it then?”

“Close your eyes.”

“Umh.. Is that it?”

“Yep!”

Hesitantly, you oblige. Deprived of vision, you notice how the last rays of sunlight desperately seek to warm your skin before the sun finally tips over the edge of the sea. The soft touch of the winds is much more noticeable now, and you wonder if the winds have always been this gentle at starsnatch cliff. As you sit in anticipation, you can hear Venti shift a bit in front of you, right before a gentle hand cups your cheek and soft lips press against yours.

The moment is over as soon as it started, but you’re left in a state of shock. What just happened?

“Hey, uh, you can open your eyes now if you want.”

You do, and your eyes meet his for what honestly feels like the first time in forever. On his face you can glimpse the hint of a blush, and a smile that most people rarely ever get to see from him. Venti doesn’t often get serious with people, after all.

“Y-you could have just asked, you know…” you stammer, averting your eyes from his surprisingly captivating gaze. “... Just wasted your favor there.” He took your hand in his own, and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“Nah, I think I spent it well. What a shame I only had one though, I suppose we should catch crystalflies together more often…”

[save-the-villainous-cat]

Your last writing asjdjck i loved

Could you the Hero and Villain very flirty with each other, which piss off Sidekick, because they do in front of them, in the middle of the fights...

and because Sidekick has feelings for both

The hero was quick to throw the villain to the ground and pin them with their legs. Too suggestive for a fight but too harsh to count as loving or somewhat kind, the hero held them in place, studying their face while they were biting their lip as dramatic as humanely possible.

“Oh darling,” the hero purred in a melodic and low tone, pushing a loose strand out of the villain’s face. They were like a Siren, luring the villain into giving in. “What other magic can those hands of yours do?”

Their fingers travelled over the villain’s chest, exploring every curve.

“Damn. I didn’t know you like it that rough,” the villain answered, smirking. Before the hero could even open their mouth to answer, they were already swung around and pushed into the concrete of the ground with the villain on top of them.

In the distance, the sidekick sighed. They had just worked through five of the villain’s henchmen all on their own. Panting heavily, they watched the hero and the villain with weary eyes.

What they were feeling made them cringe internally. For they knew exactly how stupid those thoughts were. And how challengingly complicated their situation was becoming. Every single day got harder, every single fight got worse.

Sometimes, they didn’t know if they envied the hero or loved them. Because the hero was awesome in any way possible. Everything they achieved was devastatingly hard to live up to. How was one supposed to come close to them? So brave and nice and good and delicate and heavenly. The hero was born to protect this city, they were born to be above everyone else.

It was impossible not to love them. Nor to envy them. Because they were all those things and they had the villain on top of them.

The villain who was so funny and raw and real and human. They were just as much born to rule and establish order in their own way like the hero was to protect. These people were above everyone else. Looking at them was a relish which lead to the sudden realisation of one’s own insignificance. They completed each other perfectly.

Which meant there was no room for the sidekick.

This was a disaster.

Finally, they forced themselves to look away from the torturing scene the fondlers offered. Maybe if the sidekick had confessed earlier, one of them would have gifted them their interest but right now, the hero and the villain only had eyes for each other and it hurt like hot needles breaking through the sidekick’s skin.

Though their heavy heart was begging them not to, they walked towards the two lovebirds and positioned themselves with their legs apart and hands on their hips in front of them. They put on their mask of annoyance and started to complain, as so often.

“Are you done or do I have to take drastic measures?”

The villain looked up, grinning. “Only if you feel like we need punishment.”

The sidekick had to blush.

part 2

[choco-pudding]

Space Channel 5 Part 2 Sugoku Sugoi Guide Book p.124-125 (Translation by @lavoszero. Edit by myself)

Full version of the snippet my friend translated a whiles back. Edit: 9/15/22, fixed some translation errors.

Imgur link to all of the  Sugoku Sugoi Guide Book translations we’ve done thus far.

Plain text below

Pudding's Interview? About Ulala's Weakness, the Space Pirates, & Jaguar …My blood type is AB, my specialty is knowing the latest gossip, five years ago I used to just be an idol, but I decided to become a reporter. One of my hobbies is riding around on my space bike. Wondering if that's all I have to say? I'm all done talking about myself, so I guess I'll go home now. (A minute later)… Fine, fine, since you're fussing so much, I'll stay in the interview room. It's like I'm a prisoner here. Huh? You want me to talk about Ulala and Jaguar? Tch, so that's what you want to know. You should've said that from the start so I wouldn't have rushed to give my profile information. That's way more interesting. Now I'm upset. (The hosts bring in one of her favorite foods, kuzumochi) Oh, well now, that's smart of you. Fine, I guess I'll tell you about them. Alright, this gives you 20 minutes, after that, I'm leaving.

About Ulala A while back, then…Ulala was…Ah, just the other day I was tricked into advertising for Channel 5, but I didn't know it was for them at the time… Even though it was for our own publicity too, I can't believe we were promoting our rival station of all things...That has to be one of the biggest regret I've ever had in my entire life... Pretty shocking, huh? Not only that, but I even lost the guitar duel, I was sure I was gonna win that. Double the shock there. If this keeps on happening, I'm going to have to do everything in my power to get Ulala to lose ratings for Channel 5!

Well, I know all of Ulala’s weakness, so if I need to fight her, I’ll be prepared~. What, you wanna know them, too? Hmm, Ulala’s weaknesses. She’s afraid of deafening silence. I guess drifting all alone in a spaceship accident was very traumatic for her since she was so little. But this weakness could be fading; the scars on people’s hearts can heal. Anyway, I know a way more direct weakness! Spicy things. Things like space wasabi, space mustard, and spices, she can’t handle any of those. Teeheehee. I wonder, what kind of trick should I pull to get her to eat something with space wasabi? Her favorite food is roasted space duck so maybe I'll make it and season it with a good amount of the spices under  the skin. It'd be delicious… (looks off into the distance absentmindedly for about 47 seconds). Ah, I made myself drool. Hehe.

And then there's Jaguar, I'd call that a weakness, too... heh (couldn't stop laughing for 1 minute and 9 seconds). Jaguar is a person Ulala admires (old news).  Well, Ulala throws a tantrum like a little kid if I even sneer at her, I could lure her out with just Jaguar's name, then prank her or whatever, but I'm not gonna do that.  I'm not that mean!!

About Jaguar Well, speaking of Jaguar, he's honestly really cool. Especially since he's the leader of the Space Pirate Broadcasting Station (a group that goes around in the Space Pirate ship, Bad Tuning, and broadcasts all over the galaxy. Naturally, they're all space pirates). He's a man, who no matter what happens, always seeks the truth. I guess you can call him irresistible, right! Hehe. Oh, also, don't mention that I drooled earlier… If you do my reputation will be ruined! By the way, apparently he looks like the person who saved Ulala, when she was all alone during that one accident. He's the dashing type of guy that's always coming and going like the wind, and always comes to help even if you don't ask for it.

There's a lot of rumors going around about his past too, like that he went into hiding 'cause someone wanted the those connected to reporting that accident out of the picture, some say he used to be a reporter for Channel 5, but others say he wasn't. Or that he was just a random man that happened to be there during the time of the incident. With Channel 5 under new management now, there's even newer rumors about him springing up. Like that the Space Pirate Broadcasting Station was really made to get revenge against Channel 5. It must be kinda nice to have that kind of popularity, it's like Ulala and Jaguar are the stars of a Space Romance. Ah, anyway, was there anything else I needed to talk about…?

[Translator’s notes: by “out of the picture” she means end his career for ever. Basically have him blacklisted (or worse). Space Romance as in the genre.]

[moristhedog]

DreamSMP headcannon #1

Everything that has been written here is only my headcanon and does not apply to the main ent of DreamSMP!

ATTENTION! I use a translator and this is my idea in a nutshell, maybe in the future I will be able to share more like this!

  I bet each of you has come across a headcanon on GeorgeeeHD or something like that. I like DNF, and I thought why not develop this idea a little more from the side of the lore server.

   Have you ever wondered why DreamXD guards the portal? We know that it is forbidden to visit The END and kill the dragon on the server, but why? Let's look at this situation from the PLOT side. What if this portal holds something dark and gloomy? The power that is not inferior to the power of the DreamXD?

  We know that XD is the creator and god of the upper world, but what if other gods like GeorgeeeHD and SapPVP ruled Hell and End, protecting their worlds and bringing them into balance under the rules they set?

      How much do we know about phantoms? Enough to study the end of Minecraft. These nocturnal flying stingrays surf the night sky like a gloomy sea bottom, looking for those who have not slept for a long time. They burn up during the day. People were often considered crazy, saying that they were just hallucinations from lack of sleep. HD could not leave his world on his own when the sun was shining on the surface, but at nightfall his henchmen: Endermen and Phantoms, brought souls who could not fall asleep. This could give strength to briefly get out into the world of the living and arrange a full moon, the darkest night in the month.

  In the books HD was described as something that has no form, but for the first time being in the world of the living, it acquired a human form resembling c!George. Milky skin, blue silk mantle, horns, a lot of jewelry, a blindfold, because this god does not need eyes to see the world, he feels the souls of those who have not slept for a long time. Legends say that HD guarded and lived in the End, but earlier, he looked very different, being completely dependent on his god. When God wept, obsidian wept with him, and blue flowers covered the soil in the End, where it is always dark and the sun never rises, no burning lava flows and only cold tears of god. His wings are just like the phantoms we are used to, only bigger and more massive. Some parts of the body are covered with a shiny membrane. HD wasn't bad initially, yes, there was a wild desire for chaos inside him, but under the supervision of XD, he could only help lift the stars into the sky, giving the first god a little rest.

  Were XD and HD friends? Perhaps. The god of the upper world could easily move between all dimensions, inviting other gods. Everything was quiet and calm, because GeorgeHD was able to lure him into the world of dreams, where DreamXD spent most of his time, even forgetting about his world. Reality. George at that time could not leave his house, but could receive gifts in the form of beautiful blue flowers from the surface, listening to the fascinating world of living people. Everything was fine until DreamXD brought him out into his world, telling him about everything he had done. Maybe it could have hurt GeorgeHD, because he thought his world was perfect. A world of dreams and dreams where you could get everything without effort. It became a big chip in their "friendship"

  And the second chip was that the Dream began to disappear since three people who decided to live in the center of the lake came to the heart of the lands. The Dream changed that day. He gave his all to his role. Back to where he was supposed to be. In your own world, take control and follow.

  In the end, DreamXD had to imprison GeorgeHD after trying to destroy the surface. The roofs of the village, burning with blue flames, were only a small part of the chaos that the big phantom had caused. It would have been too late if it hadn't been for SapPVP, who warned that the world was in danger.

HD was forever imprisoned in the portal of the End, and the phantoms never appeared on the surface again. But maybe somewhere inside c!George harbors that same thirst for chaos and control. Maybe HD will come back through dreams or madness. Maybe c!Dream, who had not slept for several weeks, had already seen him.

Who knows…

Thank you for reading!

[robininthelabyrinth]

Targets - ao3

- Chapter 3 -

Meng Yao wasn’t supposed to be for sale.

His mother had worked hard her whole life to make sure of it, refusing every offer for him no matter how tempting or how desperate their situation. He was a cultivator’s son, she told him, a sect leader’s; one day, he would return to his father’s side, and if he was going to do that, he couldn’t have his past be marred with scandal. He couldn’t have a slave contract, and he couldn’t have done any work as a whore – it was one thing to do odd jobs in a brothel, but another thing entirely to actually work on your back, and somehow, somehow, someone would find out, and he’d be ruined. They would know.

The only way for him to really make it is if he never did anything like that at all.

So when the cultivator – a real cultivator, from the looks of him, not one of the fakers they often got – walked into their brothel and asked for Meng Yao, his mother said no.

The man frowned, then turned to the owner of the brothel who shrugged, indicating that he was helpless. “The boy doesn’t belong to this establishment,” he said apologetically. “But if the venerated Immortal would prefer something more boyish, I can direct you to some of our more masculine girls, or to a neighboring establishment…”

His voice trailed off when the cultivator pulled out a large chunk of gold, about half the size of Meng Yao’s thumb.

“You can keep it all – if I get the boy, a room, and your word to tell no one else that either of us are here,” the man said.

“No!” Meng Shi exclaimed, but Meng Yao knew from the look on the brothel owner’s eyes that it was too late. This wasn’t a good brothel like the one they’d been in before – the one that had kicked them out when they decided his mother was too old and her health too poor – but a lower tier one, less rich and more desperate. A piece of gold like that was more money than all the girls put together would make in a year.

If they continued to refuse, the owner of the brothel would use force. There were the bully boys at the door – they would grab his mother and drag her away, grab him and throw him into the room, maybe tie him down, rob him of any ability to defend himself…

So Meng Yao put his hand on his mother’s arm. “It’s fine, Mother,” he said to her, hoping to offer comfort where there was none to be had, and then forced himself to smile at the cultivator. “How can this humble one best please the venerated Immortal?”

The man’s eyes flickered between them, and his frown deepened.

“The woman comes with us, same deal,” he told the owner, who nodded, eyes fixed on the gold, and never mind that both Meng Yao and his mother had now frozen in horror. There were women in the brothel who sometimes pretended to be sisters and might even be, it was a popular request by clients, but – his mother… “All right, where’s the room?”

“I’ll give you the best one in the house,” the owner said, tone fawning, and showed them the way.

By the time they were upstairs, Meng Yao was shaking like a leaf and his mother looked on the verge of weeping.

The moment the cultivator closed the door behind them, shooing the owner away, she threw herself onto the floor in front of him. “Venerated Immortal,” she said, begging, and Meng Yao averted his eyes, feeling rage build in the pit of his stomach. “Spare my son, please. I will do anything you wish –”

“You misunderstand,” the cultivator said stiffly. “Your son is safe – as are you. I’m not here for that sort of thing…boy, get her off the floor and seated somewhere, get her something to drink to calm her.”

Meng Yao got his mother into a chair, pressing some wine usually reserved for clients into her hand. By the time he was done with that, he was more puzzled than anything else, even the rage at his mother’s mistreatment fading away into confusion. “What does the venerated Immortal want?” he asked delicately, and the cultivator shrugged.

“I actually have no idea what I’m doing here,” he said frankly. “I received a message from my sect leader that told me to find and secure a ‘Meng Yao, son of Meng Shi’ from Yunping City, and when I asked around it led me to you. I was hoping you could tell me the reason.”

“Your sect leader asked for me?” Meng Yao asked blankly. “By name?”

Could it be – his mother had always said –

“You’re not from Lanling,” his mother said, wiping her eyes, expression back to fierce and calculating. “My boy is the son of the sect leader of Lanling Jin, not…”

She trailed off deliberately.

“Qinghe Nie,” the cultivator said automatically, and even folded his hands in front of him to salute – perfunctorily, but still more than most would bother with for a whore. “The message said only that you were in danger, and that I was to hide you until the sect leader could come pick you up himself.”

So it wasn’t his father, Meng Yao thought, disappointed, but still – a sect leader of a cultivation sect, knowing him by name? Sending a message from far away?

He had no idea what to think of it.

And so they waited, each one sitting awkwardly in their own place, as several shichen passed. It was already evening when there was a knock – at the window.

The window on the third floor.

The cultivator got up and opened it, and a large fierce-looking man carrying three children – one on each hip with an arm around them, and another seated on his shoulders, clutching to his hair like reins – wiggled his way through, shaking all the children off as if his arms were hurting the second his feet were on the ground.

“Is that him?” he asked, nodding at Meng Yao, and the cultivator nodded. “He’s young.”

“Thirteen,” Meng Yao said, and noted that it was probably older than any of the three children who were looking at him in fascination.

“One of Sect Leader Jin’s bastards, Sect Leader,” the cultivator reported, and Meng Yao felt something fall in the pit of his belly at the term one of. There were many like him, then – perhaps his mother’s optimism regarding his reception in Lanling City was as misplaced as her optimism in buying all those pointless cultivation manuals that he slaved over and which accomplished nothing.

“Well, that can’t be the reason, then, or the list would be thrice as long,” the sect leader said, frowning. “I’d even started wondering…no, it still makes no sense. Regardless, no point in waiting around here any longer – I saw two Wen patrols making their way through the city as I flew in, and I have no doubt they’ll find this place soon. We should be gone before they do.”

“If this humble one can ask, what is the honorable Sect Leader’s plans for my son?” Meng Shi asked, ducking her head demurely and looking up at him flirtatiously through her eyelashes, even as she leaned forward a little in a way that set off her shape to its best advantage.

“Oh no,” the sect leader said, and took two full steps backwards. Without the fierce expression on his face, he looked much younger – in fact, Meng Yao thought with wonder and maybe even a little disbelieving amusement, it seemed like this sect leader was most certainly still a teenager, and awkward with it, too. “No, I – I don’t – Gao Jianguo, do something!”

“She’s a whore, Sect Leader,” the cultivator said, rolling his eyes. “They flirt. It happens.”

The sect leader was bright red. The children were all giggling.

“Madame,” he said, bowing to her – an actual bow, respectful, not even the perfunctory dip the cultivator had given earlier, and he didn’t have to call her Madame, either. “Forgive me, I’m not…I don’t have much experience with women. My name is Nie Mingjue, sect leader of Qinghe Nie. I have reason to believe your son is in terrible danger if he remains here, and I intend to take him with me to a safe location.”

“What assurances do I have of his safety?” Meng Shi asked, and Meng Yao knew then that she intended to send him whether he wanted to go or not.

Not that he didn’t intend to go. Such an earnest sect leader, this ‘Nie Mingjue’…even if it was all a mistake or misunderstanding, which had to be what had happened, there were benefits that could be gotten here. If Meng Yao could become a servant there, learn cultivation, he could maybe save up enough to later go to his father’s side – no matter what they asked of him, it would be better than a brothel, especially one where the owner had already seen an indication of Meng Yao’s worth as chattel.

And yet…

“You have my word,” Nie Mingjue assured her.

“I won’t leave without her,” Meng Yao suddenly spoke up, and ignored his mother’s glare. He didn’t want to leave her here. He wouldn’t, not unless he was forced, which seemed likely, but he had to try his best. “If I’m in danger, then so is she. They might want to use her to lure me in.”

“That’s a good point,” Nie Mingjue said, which Meng Yao wasn’t expecting. He even nodded in approval at Meng Yao. “Very well, we’ll take you both with us. Gao Jianguo –”

“The amount I’ve already paid would be sufficient to cover any slave bond,” the cultivator said. His frown suggested he wasn’t happy about his sect leader’s actions. “There will be paperwork –”

“Only for me,” Meng Shi said quickly. “My son is free, and always has been.”

Nie Mingjue looked out the window, clearly calculating – two patrols, Meng Yao thought, this sect leader thought someone was hunting him down for some unknown reason – and then glanced at the two of them. He sighed a little, almost imperceptibly, before firming up his expression once more.

“Take Meng Shi and buy her bond,” he instructed the cultivator. “Collect anything she wants to take with her and take her back to Qinghe through safe routes. I’ll take Meng Yao with me and we’ll meet there.”

“What should I do with the ownership papers? There’s a tax for taking slaves out of the county, and people might notice –”

“Burn them,” Nie Mingjue said, and Meng Yao’s heart gave a sudden thrill of delight. “She can travel as a free woman. Make sure she sees a doctor, if she thinks she would benefit from seeing one, and cover the cost – I want her to arrive at the Unclean Realm alive and well.”

Alive and well, Meng Yao thought, even more delighted. That was a warning, no doubt about it – telling the cultivator not to take advantage of Meng Shi during his trip. And a doctor! With his sect leader ordering it, the cultivator would have to take her to a good one, not some phony sawbones, and she could finally get that cough of hers looked at…

Meng Yao would do whatever this sect leader wanted. Just for that.

(It was more than his father had ever done for them.)

“Can you handle flying with four boys?” the cultivator asked, frowning, and – flying? “Especially if you already came all the way from Qinghe, and through Yunmeng, you must be exhausted –”

“I’ll be fine,” Nie Mingjue said shortly. “He’s thirteen; he can stand on his own and hold onto me, arms around my waist, while I hold on to the others…hey, are you afraid of heights?”

That question was directed at Meng Yao.

“I don’t think so,” he replied, aiming for honest. It seemed to be what this sect leader appreciated, and Meng Yao was good at figuring out and catering to people’s likes. He’d have to exert himself especially this time. “But I’ve never gone higher than the fourth floor.”

“Well, you’re about to,” Nie Mingjue said, and his saber unsheathed itself and floated on the floor. “All right, everyone back on – you can introduce yourself in the air. We still have to make the ride back to the Lotus Pier, and I’m sure your parents are worried sick already, Jiang-gongzi.”

[dragon-kazansky]

Til death do us part | Helmut Zemo

Bodyguard AU! 🕶

Gender neutral reader

Collage by @realremyd

Here's the part where I stir up trouble because it's me and you know this by now.

Warnings: Mentions of threats, death, and suicide. I'm sorry if that's triggering. It's just mentioned.

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Part 11

You hadn't returned to the Baron again last night, and he hadn't called for you either. You managed to avoid him for the rest of the day.

Today, however, was a new day, and you couldn't keep avoiding him. You put on your stoic face, kept your mind on the job, and made your way up to his office.

At breakfast you had been joined by Natasha and Clint down in the kitchen. It was clear bt the way Clint was looking at you that Natasha had brought him into the loop.

"Why did you tell him?"

"I didn't. He has eyes, too. He can see it just as clearly as anyone," she states.

Clint grins.

You glare at him.

Clint just shrugged and agreed with her. He was the only one to tell you anything alone these lines:

"I think you should open up to him. Sure, you didn't get off on the right foot, but I think he likes you. Really. Maybe give him a chance?"

You chose to ignore that statement and get on with your work. If no one else was going to take their job seriously, then you had to be extra serious for them.

His life was still in danger.

You knock on the door, taking a deep breath as you waited for his reaponce. It cane moments later.

"Enter."

If only his voice didn't send shivers down your spine everytime you heard it.

You enter his office, barely looking at him, and make your way over to where you normally stand. However, you had noticed the way his desk was organised.

Much like yesterday, there was a tea set on a tray. It was a different set to yesterday's. These cups were a pale green and each one a a small pink rose painted on either side of the cup. The teapot had a dozen little roses around the top where the lid sat.

It was a pretty set. Once again, simple, but classy.

He poured two cups again.

"Please, join me," he spoke softly.

You did not want a repeat of yesterday. You remained standing.

Noticing that you hadn't made a move, he gazes up at you with gentle brown eyes. His lips are pulled into a soft smile.

You knew you shouldn't have looked at him, but now it was too late. Those dark eyes are luring you in, and don't forget that smile.

Why did you suddenly want to kiss him?

You swallow thickly, keeping eye contact with him as he continues to look at you with a smile.

"Please."

The way he speaks is so soft. He very clearly wanted you to join him. You hesitate.

"I'm on duty, sir."

"I want you to join me."

You look at the empty seat across from him. The tea would get cold if you didn't join him. Right, yeah, that's why you're going to sit down with him, you didn't want the tea to get cold.

You move over to the chair and take a seat, not looking at the way he was smiling at you now.

A plate of cupcakes sits between you. He takes one.

You look at the sight. Seeing the Baron with his dainty tea set, a cupcake, and a bright expression on his face, he looked so happy and relaxed.

You rather liked this side to the Baron.

You pick up the cup and sip from it. Another delicious tea from his collection. You won't mention how you knew he had a collection of different flavoured tea in a box downstairs in the kitchen.

You smiled at the thought of it though.

It made you feel like you had discovered something about him. A little thing he likes that he doesn't share with anyone else.

Except you, of course.

"How many tea sets do you have?" You ask, now forgetting all about that professional head you had tried to put on earlier. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to humour him.

He smiles widely at you.

"I have six as it stands. I do like to look at others, but I only get the ones that really catch my eye."

You have no idea what was going on with Helmut. The man was beyond pleased. You had initiated a conversation with him. You wanted to talk to him. He couldn't believe it. Perhaps he hadn't offended you as much as he thought after all.

Now, he just had to keep you talking.

"Six? Goodness. Do you use them all?"

"Yes. I switch between them," he grins.

"I'd like to see the others."

"All in due time."

You smile softly.

His heart could literally beat out of his chest right now. He made you smile, and you weren't even trying to hide it.

Feeling a little more willing to be less... stuck up, you reach out and grab one of the cakes.

This pleases him further.

You both eat the cakes and drink the tea. You let yourself smile openly around him.

You were accept he wanted to spend time with you. You wondered if he would indulge you in some information.

"May I ask you something?"

He looks at you with a big gentle eyes. His lips curl in the smallest of smiles.

"Of course."

You put down your nearly empty tea cup and sit up straighter.

"Will you tell me about the group who are after you?"

His smile fades. He hadn't expected that question. To be honest he wanted to keep them as far from mind as possible, but he supposed he did owe you an explanation after everything you had been through.

"They call themselves The Agent Association. John Walker founded it when I retired from the army. He is part of the reason Sokovia has been suffering, when he brought his little gang here to try and recruit me."

"Recruit you? What did he want you for?"

"I have many skills under my belt. I believe he wanted to use me."

"And you turned him down?"

"Yes. I had just left the military. I was ready to return home and settle down. He didn't like that," Helmut's voice became sad. Something struck you and you realised that this went so much deeper than just that.

"What happened? What did he do?"

Helmut looks at you. During the next few moments of silence he was debating on if he should share everything with you. He trusted you, it more came down to if he could bring himself to tell you what happened.

"Baron?"

He wants to tell you. He wants to share what happened to him with you. The reason he had been so cold before you came along.

"There was a woman. She was beautiful. I fell in love rather quickly with her, and she promised to wait for me. He promised I would marry her upon my return and we would live here together. I didn't know she knew Walker. As it turned out, he was in love with her too."

You were suddenly felt with dread.

"Helmut?"

That was it. That was the first time you had used his name. He stared at you, caught off-guard by the way it sounded from your lips.

You hadn't seemed to notice what you had done. Clearly you had been so comfortable with him, you had just let it slip.

He gathers himself.

"Heike. That was her name. She wasn't here when I got home. Three days and no word. I had feared she had chosen him over me, but it was a week later when I heard what had happened."

You felt uncomfortable.

"Heike had passed away. Her family hadn't known I was home, so that's why I hadn't heard anything yet. I was devastated. Two days of being locked away here in mourning with a broken heart, Walker showed up. He broke down my door, he marched up to my room, and then he proceeded to attempt to kill me."

You stare wide eyed, lips parted, mind blank.

"Walker thought I was fine reason she was dead. That she couldn't take choosing and ended her life. I wanted him to kill me. I wanted to be with her in death. He didn't do it. He dropped me and left. I didn't hear from him in years, but one day he shows up with his agents. He wanted to prove to me he had power and influence. Sokovia began to decline and it was because of him."

Helmut had taken notice of how you were leaning forward, listening intensely.

"He's trying to kill you because he thinks Heike killed herself over you?" You ask, whispering softly.

He nods.

"That's awful."

You get up and walk to his side. You place a hand on his shoulder and let it rest there.

"It wasn't your fault."

He turns his head to where he sees your hand. He looks at it. Your touch feels warm, even through his blazer.

"Wasn't it?"

"Of course it wasn't... or are you saying it was?" You ask, softly.

He shakes his head.

"I don't know. What if she had?"

"Do you want my honest opinion?" You ask, looking at him seriously.

"Please."

You kneel down beside him, hand still settled on his shoulder. You meet his eyes with your own.

"If she had ended her own life, I don't think it was over you. By the sounds of it, she was in love with you. She promised to wait."

"Then what do you think happened?"

"Walker. He's trying to kill you, very nearly had twice at this point. Maybe this goes deeper than you think. You're taking it from his word and not your own investigation. Considering all that happened, he isn't a wise form of information."

Helmut places a hand over yours and looks you in the eye. He swallows, letting your words sink in. Your kindness toward him is enough to spur enough confidence in him.

He brings your hand to his lips and kisses your knuckle gently.

He doesn't miss the shocked expression on your face. Startled, you take your hand back and stand up, but you don't walk away.

Already, he misses your touch.

He's not sorry for what he did, even if your reaction hurt him a little.

"Walker will not bring you harm. As your bodyguard I vow to protect you and see this through. I will not stop until Walker is stopped too."

Helmut looks at you with so much longing. His heart feels full. He smiles.

And I vow to protect you. I will not let him hurt you too. Walker will not hurt the people I love again.

He just can't bring himself to say it out loud.

Zemo no longer cares if it's your duty to protect him. He will not let you get hurt by the hands of Walker again.

When the time comes, the Baron will rest and the Colonol will come out to play.

I promise.

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New Girl on the Block (12)

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Ch. 1 / Ch. 11 / Ch. 13 (ao3) (Journal Entries- a mini series connected to this fic)

Chapter 12: Quiet Conflictions of the Heart

Felix tapped his pencil against his textbook, staring blankly at the words that he wasn’t reading. The minutes ticked by on the grandfather clock that sat across the room next to the stairs, informing him of exactly how much time he was wasting by sitting there, and moonlight poured through the wide windows in front of him, signifying the beginnings of the evening. The fact that he started this assignment during the day and still had hardly anything done should have been frustrating, but Felix’s mind was too far lost in other thoughts for him to care.

As soon as Rosemary found out about his direct involvement with the akuma,  they sent him, along with Marinette and the others, home for the day with light homework assignments and instructions to “take it easy”. The procedure was meant to help them regain composure and process the traumatizing events, but it only gave Felix more time to think. 

And think. 

And overthink. About him hitting the ground with Marinette, about her pulling them behind the fence only to run right out again, about her shocked and panicked expression upon being picked up by the akuma. 

About her flailing body falling from the sky.

Felix set his pencil down and rubbed the bridge of his nose with a sigh. That scream still rang in his mind even hours later, sharp and blood-curdling, like a constant echo of a bad dream. He couldn’t help wondering what might have happened had Chat Noir not arrived on time, how she might have felt hitting the pavement, or if she would have survived at all. The very thought left him gripping his textbook and forcing a deep breath to relax. It hadn’t happened, after all. She was fine. Everything was fine..

And yet, no matter how many times he tried to push the gruesome images out of his mind, they continued to worm their way back in, fueled by how tame Allegra, Claude, and Allan’s reactions had been towards Marinette’s incredible risk of self. The girl almost died multiple times over the course of a single hour, and the only thing those idiots did was hug her and tell her that her actions were justified. Who cares if they were justified! Justification does not equate to rationality, and doing something for a good cause doesn’t always mean that it’s the right- or wise! -thing to do. 

Normally, he could brush it off and ignore it. The experience had been daunting, of course, but he could accept it knowing that Marinette had learned her lesson, realized how stupid her decision was, and vowed not to do it again. The problem came with the little fact that Marinette hadn’t learned her lesson. Oh, she’d apologized and admitted that her actions weren’t properly thought through, but it was clear that she didn’t intend on waiting for the heroes any time soon. He couldn’t quite explain how he knew- maybe it was how calm she looked when she returned, as though everything had been in her control the entire time, or how she only smiled when he asked her not to do it again instead of fervently agreeing to his request -but he knew. Her entire demeanor gave way to her belief that her sacrifice had been both necessary and acceptable, and it disturbed him to think of how far she might be willing to go under that belief. What if she challenged another akuma that wasn’t nearly as polite or rational?  What if she was alone next time this happened and didn’t have Allegra or Claude or himself to help her when things inevitably got out of hand? Why was she so willing to throw away her own life without a second thought?

“Felix?”

Felix flinched, his eyes snapping upwards. His mother stood next to the couch with a frown, which was odd. He hadn’t heard any footsteps approaching. How long had she been standing there?

Bridgette shot him a concerned look as she sat down next to him. “Are you alright, sweetheart? You’ve been on that same page for half an hour now.”

It’s been longer than that. He thought to himself, plucking up his pencil and closing his textbook. There was no point in leaving it open if he wasn’t going to read it. 

“It’s nothing.” He muttered. “History homework just tends to be monotonous after a while.”

Bridgette narrowed her eyes at him, though her tone remained gentle as she said, “Oh, come now. You don’t expect me to believe that. We both know that you would sit and read every history book available if you had the time. What’s wrong?”

A small, bittersweet smile tugged at the corner of his lips. She could always read him well. Too well at times. 

“Is it about the akuma attack?”

Felix felt himself stiffen, and he silently chided himself for it. That would be all she needed from him to know the answer. 

It’s not that he wanted to hide his distress from her. He was simply unsure of whether he wanted to talk about it or not. The threat was over now, meaning all of this worrying was somewhat unreasonable, and Felix didn’t want to express irrational thoughts to his mother only for them to fade away by morning. It would just make this a bigger problem than it probably was.

Then again, watching your classmate casually wave off their jumping headfirst into an akuma and almost dying was a decently sized problem.

Bridgette lightly touched his shoulder. “Felix, honey, if it’s bothering you, then you need to talk about it. You can’t let things like this weigh on your mind unattended. It doesn’t have to be with me, but communicate with someone, please.”

The amount of earnestness in her voice caused him to avert his gaze, and he began tapping his finger on the arm of the couch. Her wording could almost be considered amusing, as he had no one else to talk to aside from her and Father. Allegra, Claude, and Allan clearly didn’t care as much about the subject as he did- not to mention, he’d rather spend his days putting up ad posters for Adrien Agreste than confide in them about anything personal -and Marinette was the cause of the problem. Besides hovering around those four, Felix was a common shut-in who proudly (and happily) hid himself away in the penthouse with his books and, on pleasant occasions, Mother’s tea.

Nevertheless, he knew that Bridgette was right. He needed to get these tangled ponderings off of his chest, but to do that, he’d have to unravel them first. Where should he start? The attack seemed as though it had happened within five minutes, yet it also seemed to drag on for hours. Time is a shaky illusion when your entire body is buzzing with adrenaline.

“I just don’t understand,” He said slowly, beginning with the thoughts at the forefront of his mind, “how they can all act like nothing happened. Marinette risked her life for no reason, and they all want to treat it as though it’s an everyday occurrence.”

“Who risked their life?”

Felix and Bridgette turned towards the stairs, where Felix’s father was now standing. The man’s eyebrows knitted together as he continued his descent, similar to how Bridgette’s expression had been a moment earlier, and in a few, long strides, he was standing in front of them. 

“Oh, Francis.” Bridgette greeted with a smile. “I thought you were still working.”

“I was,” Francis replied, leaning down to give her a light peck on the lips, “but I came down to get a drink. What’s all this about someone risking their life?”

“Apparently, Marinette did during the akuma attack today.”

A disapproving hum came from him as he settled on the couch next to Bridgette. “Isn’t that the girl from school that he’s always talking about?”

Felix bristled. “I don’t always talk about her.”

A soft chuckle fell from his mother’s lips. “You do talk about her more often than anyone else, though.”

“Can we get back to the point?”

“Of course.” Francis said, lazily wrapping an arm around his wife. She leaned back against him naturally. “Start from the beginning. How did you get caught up in this akuma business in the first place?” 

Felix sighed, letting his irritation quiet down before thinking back on the attack. Where were they when it happened again?

“I believe we were exiting the café.” He said. “Claude was telling some story as we walked to our cars, so we didn’t notice the akuma flying towards us until she was landing in this gust of wind that knocked us over.”

A ghost pain trailed up his back at the memory of skidding across the pavement. He didn’t get a chance to see it during the battle, but the prickling sting of the injury told him that his shoulders and back had been scraped up immensely, especially during the second blast. If the miraculous cure hadn’t healed him, he probably wouldn’t hadn’t been able to sit up straight now. 

“As you can imagine, we were all terrified, since we’d never seen anything like this in person before, but Marinette wasn’t. She grabbed all of us and helped us hide behind a fence within the first few seconds of falling. It was like she hadn’t been phased by it at all.”

“Perhaps she’s simply more level-headed during a crisis.” His father suggested.

“I’d assume so,” Felix replied, “but it’s strange considering she’s usually someone who would jump at their own shadow.”

“True, but people with anxiety can still flourish in a stressful environment.” Bridgette remarked.

Felix tilted his head in a nod. He supposed that was true.

“The akuma said she wasn’t going to hurt anyone, only the buildings to get the heroes’ attention.” He continued. “But Marinette didn’t like the thought of that, saying the people in the buildings might get hurt or killed. So she decided to counter the claim by running out to the akuma to lure them away.”

“That’s very noble of her.” Francis commented.

Felix tisked. How many times has he heard that now? 

“Noble and stupid. She was a powerless bystander running straight into danger. Am I the only one who sees a problem with that?”

“Sometimes you have to try to do what’s right even though you might not be able to succeed,” Bridgette said softly, “but I can understand why you would be distraught about her actions. You didn’t want to see her get hurt, and that’s not a bad thing. It proves you care.”

Felix’s gaze flicked to the ground. Admitting his recent attachment to Marinette hadn’t sounded irksome before. She was a kind and compassionate person who hadn’t failed yet in giving him a sense of satisfaction after each of their conversations. Anyone with half a brain would gravitate towards her presence. After everything that’s happened today, however, a part of him was starting to resent that sentiment. Why did he have to care for the one person who would openly throw themselves to the wolves without prompting?

“What happened next?” His mother prompted, tugging him from his thoughts.

Felix drew in a breath and continued again. “She told the akuma that she could lead them to the bigger, corporate buildings, since that was apparently what they wanted. I didn’t understand it at the time, because wouldn’t that bring more death? But looking back on it now, it was probably a ploy to stall time. I doubt she actually intended on leading the akuma anywhere.”

It was quick thinking, considering they’d all gotten attacked seconds earlier, but it hadn’t been quick enough to account for the consequences. 

“The akuma accepted the offer and used more wind to carry Marinette into the air with them.” Felix paused, Allegra’s horrified cry resurfacing in his mind. “It was.. nerve wracking. We didn’t know what was going to happen or what the akuma was going to do to her later on.”

Bridgette reached forward and rubbed his upper arm, giving her silent support, and Felix leaned into her touch as thanks.

“I ran after them. I’m not really sure how, but I did.” He said, gazing absently towards the windows again. His reflection stared back at him, along with the glittering stars and illuminated city behind it. How many alleyways did he run through? Five? Seven? He knew he couldn’t see the cafe by the time he stopped, nor could he hear Allegra and the others calling. 

“I followed them for a few blocks,” He resumed, deeming the exact number of alleyways unimportant. It was what came next that shook him to his core. “I thought I had lost them at one point, but then I caught a glimpse of Marinette in the air again. She looked like she was talking with the akuma again, but I couldn’t hear what was being said. Then..”

Felix briefly closed his eyes, once again trying to push the image of Marinette’s flailing body out of his mind. 

It didn’t work.

“..Then she fell.” His voice was quieter than he expected, but he kept going anyway. “I’m not sure what happened. All I saw was this silver pole that came out of nowhere and hit the akuma, and suddenly, Marinette was falling from the sky and screaming.”

And screaming and screaming and screaming and screaming. He had to stand there and watch her fall, knowing full well that he couldn’t do a thing to save her. The feeling of helplessness that overtook him in that moment had been overbearing. 

A classmate passing away was not something he hadn’t experienced before- accidents happened every year, and sometimes, those accidents involved Rosemary students- but he’d never witnessed their deaths personally. It was something you heard about over the morning announcements or from your teacher at the beginning of class, not something you stood there and watched in a daze, and he’d certainly never lost someone that he-- someone that was so-

“I heard later that Chat Noir saved her mid-air.” He added, if only to help his parents’ nerves. The anxiety crawling across their expressions was evident. “I wasn’t aware of that until after I went to look for her, though.”

Until after he scoured the dismantled streets and ever-increasing debris for signs of her. Until after he lifted boulder upon boulder by adrenaline alone and being torn about whether he’d want to see her under one or not. Until after he called her name till his voice was hoarse and searched relentlessly for some kind of clue, like a shoe or a purse or even blood.

Gosh, he looked for blood! Felix was out there, in the middle of a terrorist attack, looking for the lifeless corpse or the splattered blood of his classmate, and everyone wanted to act like that was fine simply because she came back alright. How could any of them be considered alright after that?

“She could have died.” He stated for the millionth time it felt like. She probably will die if she keeps doing this. “But no one seems to care. They all brush it off because she’s safe now, instead of worrying about the fact that she purposely decided not to be safe beforehand.”

Bridgette let out a breath and pulled Felix into a hug.

“I’m so sorry that you had to endure that.” She whispered, her voice full of emotion. It reminded him of Marinette’s apology back at the cafe. The way she carefully held his hand, the warmth of her palm against his- it told him, in that moment, that she truly was there and that she truly was safe again. That confirmation had admittedly been one of the things to keep him from unraveling towards the end of the fight. 

Felix felt the slender fingers of his father ruffle through his hair. “You went through something that no one should have to go through, but you also made it out alive. And so did everyone else. Remember that.”

Bridgette’s cheek brushed against Felix’s forehead as she nodded. “I know it’s scary, and you have a right to acknowledge it in your own way, but don’t let yourself get carried away with the ‘what if’s and ‘what should have been’s'. You’ll never be satisfied with them.”

Felix heaved a heavy sigh and allowed his eyes to drift shut. After a full day of almost dying, almost watching someone else die, and worrying about both of those subjects for hours on end, he was officially exhausted. Felix couldn’t remember the last time he’d put so much energy into a single event.

Maybe it was best to just let it go..

~~~~~~

By the time Marinette arrived home from Rosemary, her parents were beside themselves with worry. Apparently, they saw her on the news while they were working and spent the last hour and a half trying to reach her. Marinette had been either running around as Ladybug or talking with Allegra on the phone so she hadn’t noticed her phone ringing.

They doted on her and hovered around her for a good twenty minutes, with Marinette insisting that she was fine and apologizing the entire time.

“Chat Noir saved me before I could really get hurt.” She assured, plastering on a bright smile. “And the miraculous cure healed any scratches that I might have gotten. See?-” she held her arms up and did a small twirl “-I really am fine. But I’ll try to keep my ringtone on from now on.”

Her parents’ worried looks didn’t change.

“We were hoping that transferring schools would keep you away from akumas.” Her papa lamented. “How do you keep getting caught up in these fights?”

“I don’t know, Papa.” She replied honestly. Maybe some of her partner’s bad luck had rubbed off on her. “I was hoping I wouldn’t run into any more akumas too.”

Sabine sighed and gently rubbed her daughters back. “Well, as long as you’re alright.. Would you like to see the package that came for you?”

Marinette furrowed her eyebrows, confused. “A package? For me?”

Tom nodded, a small smile returning to his features. “From a Mr. Claude Herolds. We put it upstairs in the living room.”

“Tried to.” Sabine corrected under her breath.

Marinette tilted her head slightly. A package from Claude? But what could he be giving her that he couldn’t give in perso-

“My fabrics!” She gasped, immediately shooting for the stairs. Her parents chuckled behind her, but she hardly heard them in her excitement. The fabrics finally came! How many were there going to be? What kind of fabrics? He hadn’t really specified when he talked about buying them, though she gave him as detailed of a list as she could. Oh, please, be the good ones-

Marinette threw the front door to their apartment open, coming to a dead stop as soon as she entered. The mere sight of their living room had her jaw dropping to the floor. 

Claude had indeed sent her a package of fabrics, but her parents happened to leave out exactly how much fabric he had sent. There were rolls upon rolls lining the couch and the floor, hiding in the corners of the room, sitting on the coffee table and the dining room table- it was too much to count. She was quite certain that she couldn’t see the floor!

Just- Just fabrics.

Fabrics everywhere.

Marinette turned to her parents, who had since caught up to her. They shared eager smiles as they waited for her reaction, and she quickly found herself smiling as well. In fact, she found herself down right laughing at the ridiculousness of it all. Who needs this much fabric for three suits? How did Maman and Papa manage to bring it up in the first place? What did the deliverer think as he loaded this up into his truck to take to one person? How was she going to fit it all into her room?

Nevertheless, despite the insanity of the situation, she couldn’t help being ecstatic. This was more fabric than she could have ever dreamed of having, and it was all of the highest quality. So, with the help of her parents and her steely resolve, Marinette got to work on carrying the “package” up to her room in the attic. 

It took a while, as one would expect. They had to stop several times for Marinette to rearrange her room simply so she wouldn’t be completely swimming in fabric by the time they got everything up there. They also had to make sure she could reach her trapdoor to get out of her room, her stairs to get to her bed, and her desk to work with the fabrics in general. This resulted in her creating a sort of obstacle course with the few solid things in her room that she could stand on without the fear of breaking something. 

“I can’t even believe it, Tikki.” She said to her kwami once her parents went back down to the bakery. “Look at all of this! How am I even going to use it all? This is crazy!”

Despite her words of disbelief, she had the widest grin on her face, so wide that it was starting to hurt. Claude had told her that once she was done with his suit, she could keep any of the leftover supplies, since he supposedly had no use for it. She assumed it was his own little way of paying for the outfit, even though she’d told him that she would make it for free. 

Tikki zipped around the room, giggling as she inspected the different types of fabric. “You could make him ten different suits with all of this!”

Marinette laughed. “Tikki, I could probably make him thirty five different suits and still have some leftover.” 

She walked over to the piles of fabric in front of her and plucked up the first one that caught her eye. It was a deep blue silk that sheened under her bedroom lights, and she smiled at the mesmerizing display. Marinette had used silk before, but nothing like this. This was the type of silk that she imagined royalty to have, something smooth and soft and slick as butter. It was incredible, and she couldn’t wait to start working with it.

Marinette picked out a few more fabrics, the finest of the bunch, and brought them over to her desk to compare the colors and theorize how they might look together. If Claude was going to give her the best of the best, she was certainly going to return the favor by giving him the most regal and enchanting suit she could muster. Not to mention, this was an amazing, probably once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Fabric of this quality was something she could never get on her own without saving months and months of allowance, and that was only to buy one roll. The fact that she had piles upon piles of this fabric at her disposal now was a miracle in and of itself. She couldn’t waste a piece of it.

She rolled the blue silk out across her desk to begin measuring, but just as she pulled out her sketchbook for extra notes and other things, her phone buzzed next to her, informing her that she’d received a text.

DancingQueen: Hey guys! Mom said that February eighth would work well for the sleepover if you’re all free! I think it’d be a great way to celebrate winter break.

A soft, delighted gasp passed her lips after reading Allegra’s text on the group chat. With the whole akuma battle and receiving Claude’s fabrics, she’d completely forgotten about the sleepover that they talked about earlier.

She quickly switched the calendar app to check her schedule, and her smile widened at the sight of an empty time slot. She appeared to be free that day.

Marinette found herself beginning to wiggle with joy on her rolling chair as she switched back to the messaging app. This was going to be her first sleepover with her new friends! It would also be the first time going to one of their houses! What was Allegra’s house going to look like? Would it be a mansion like Gabriel Agreste’s? She hoped it didn’t have high walls. 

Another text drew her thoughts back to her phone, where a message from Claude had just appeared.

TheBetterShakespeare: works for me! What time are we gonna come over?

DancingQueen: I was thinking right after school like usual

TrebleChild: Sounds good to me :)

Marinette perked up when Allan joined the conversation. That meant most of them were going to be there! All they needed now was Felix.

She began typing.

Our-Cinnamon-Roll: February eighth works great for me too! I’ll probably stop by the house for my clothes and stuff first though lol

DancingQueen: Of course! I can send a car by to pick you up if you want?

TheBetterShakespeare: Woohoo! Mari’s coming! All we need now is Felix

Our-Cinnamon-Roll: Oh, you don’t have to! I don’t mind walking

DancingQueen: Are you sure? The walking distance is pretty far, and I totally don’t mind sending a car! (no pressure though. If you wanna walk that’s also fine!)

Marinette pulled her lip between her teeth in thought. Whatever the walking distance, she could probably just swing over as Ladybug within a few minutes. That way, she didn’t have to bother Allegra. If she got there too fast as Marinette, though, they might be suspicious.. Well, not suspicious, but curious because getting there faster than her legs could possibly carry her would be odd.

Ugh, just take the car. She told herself. It’ll be easier than carrying your luggage around while swinging through the air anyway.

TrebleChild: You think Felix is going to respond on here?

Marinette glanced down at Allan’s text and frowned. That was a good question. 

After the akuma, Felix seemed to shut down. He hardly uttered a word to anyone, even after they were sent home early from school. She supposed he tended to be quiet in the first place, but it just felt different. It was as though he were in some trance, lost in the distant corners of his mind. He wouldn’t even talk to her all that much. Not that she was someone special to him or anything. They just.. They normally exchanged more comments to each other than they did on the way out of the school. Either way, she’d be surprised if he actually texted them back that night.

TheBetterShakespeare: Oh he’s going to have to respond when I’m done

Claude’s reply caused Marinette to suck in a breath and cringe. Oh, what was he going to do to poor Felix now?

Allan and Allegra appeared to have the same thought, as they quickly texted back.

DancingQueen: Oh dear

Marshmallow Man: Uh oh

Our-Cinnamon-Roll: Claude, maybe you shouldn’t bother Felix. He already doesn’t like the group

TheBetterShakespeare: LET’S

TheBetterShakespeare: FLUSH

TheBetterShakespeare: HIM

TheBetterShakespeare: OUT

DancingQueen: Claude, please-

TheBetterShakespeare: I’M

TheBetterShakespeare: NOT

TheBetterShakespeare: STOPPING

Marshmallow Man: Dude

TheBetterShakespeare: UNTIL

TheBetterShakespeare: FELIX

TheBetterShakespeare: DECIDES

TheBetterShakespeare: TO

TheBetterShakespeare: SHOW

Rolling-Eye-Emoji: What do you want?!

TheBetterShakespeare: HIMSELF

TheBetterShakespeare: Oh hey Felix!

Although she felt extremely bad for the blond, Marinette had to purse her lips to avoid laughing. She could practically hear the growl in his voice, and the image of Felix’s signature glare flashed through her mind. He had to be so annoyed right now.

TrebleChild: I’m surprised you didn’t just delete the app again

Rolling-Eye-Emoji:You know, that’s a marvelous idea.

The BetterShakespeare: NOOOOO ALLAN SHUT UP

DancingQueen: lol we were wondering if you were free February eighth, Felix.

Rolling-Eye-Emoji: Free for what?

TheBetterShakespeare: Can’t you just tell us if ur free or not?

TrebleChild: for the sleepover at Allegra’s house

Rolling-Eye-Emoji: We’re still doing that?

TheBetterShakespeare: Absolutely!

Our-Cinnamon-Roll: If you’re up for it!

TheBetterShakespeare: Mari that statement was way too nice for Felix

TheBetterShakespeare: You gotta drag him kicking and screaming or he’ll never do anything!

Rolling-Eye-Emoji: Why don’t you take a guess as to why?

TheBetterShakespeare: because you don’t know how to have fun and it’s our job to teach you

TrebleChild: Claude, you’re never going to get him to the sleepover that way

Rolling-Eye-Emoji: Claude, you couldn’t teach a cat how to climb a tree, and I know how to have fun just fine.

Marinette snorted towards Felix’s reply. She often wondered how he managed to perfect his sarcasm and cutting remarks to a fault. Did he read a book on it somehow or was it just practice?

TheBetterShakespeare: RUDE

DancingQueen: lol Felix, are you free on the eighth or not?

Rolling-Eye-Emoji: ..I’d have to check my schedule.

TheBetterShakespeare: Don’t laugh at him Allegra!

DancingQueen: Hey, if it’s funny it’s funny lol

DancingQueen: Do that please, Felix

TheBetterShakespeare: Betrayal!! I can’t believe I was naive enough to trust you!

DancingQueen: Oh whatever. It’s not like you haven’t laugh at me before

Marinette chuckled as she continued to set up the silk fabric. She almost worried about using her sewing machine for it in case it ripped, but hand sewing it wasn’t an option either. That would take way too long, and she wanted to finish this for Claude as soon as possible. (without cutting corners of course)

“Oh!” She gasped, straightening in her chair. She hadn’t told Claude about the fabrics arriving yet! He’d probably want to know that.

Our-Cinnamon-Roll: Hey Claude, I almost forgot to tell you but your fabric arrived today!

TheBetterShakespeare: Really?!

Marinette smiled and stood up from her rolling chair to take a picture of the room. She then sent the picture to the group with an added message:

Our-Cinnamon-Roll: I could barely fit it all in my room!

The responses were immediate.

TrebleChild: WOAH

DancingQueen: CLAUDE

TrebleChild: you sent that much?!

TheBetterShakespeare: …

TheBetterShakespeare: I may have gotten carry away

Marinette giggled and shook her head.

Our-Cinnamon-Roll: PLEASE feel free to get carried away anytime you like, I’ve literally never been happier

DancingQueen: lol

TrebleChild: lol

TheBetterShakespeare: Will do! 😉

Marinette smiled and set her phone down again, before rolling her chair over to the other fabrics to pick another one out. Her phone buzzed as she rolled back, notifying her of the new additions to the group chat. 

Rolling-Eye-Emoji: Mother said that the eighth of February would work fine.

Marinette let out a squeal. They were all going! This was going to be the best sleepover ever!

TheBetterShakespeare: Aw yisss group sleepover!!

TrebleChild : awesome, so we’re meeting right after school?

DancingQueen: Yep! Except for Mari who needs to go get her clothes. Did you want me to send you a car Mari?

Our-Cinnamon-Roll: If you don’t mind :)

DancingQueen: Nope! I’ll make sure to tell you when it’s on its way.

Our-Cinnamon-Roll: Thanks 😁

DancingQueen: Of course! See you guys at school tomorrow!

TheBetterShakespeare: See you Al!

TrebleChild: Bye A

Our-Cinnamon-Roll: See you tomorrow!

Marinette set her phone down and let out another squeal of excitement as she kicked her legs back and forth. 

Her first group sleepover with everyone!

How do you make time go faster?

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