#just the thought of Price willingly letting go of everything just so he can be with Raven

[gomzdrawfr]

Royal Au Doodle + Rambles

had an idea of them having a conversation discussing on their...seemingly impossible future

"something on your mind, your majesty?"

"....Eira"

She feels the way his hand curls along her side more, offering a light squeeze as she glanced up at him.

"I know what we have...and want is but a fleeting dream but..." "Some day I do wish I am but a commoner, or a knight, just to have you"

"...you still have me, your majesty"

"not this way, no..."

They sigh quietly, as the king's hand wandered over to hold her gloved hands

"it's possible, you know" "....people are replaceable, they could find prosperity under someone else other than me"

"your majesty..."

"I don't want you to love me from a distance" "I want you to be by my side for the rest of my life and yours..."

"If I let you go...I may never find anyone who holds me in such high regards and care....as you do"

"In the face of everyone's opposition...your loyalty, your devotion...are a boon"

"...but who will lead if you are not there, your majesty?" she brushed his palm, tracing the small faint scars along his knuckles as she sighs

"this is...not as simple as putting away your crown away and...disappear"

"I know" He replies quietly, glancing at their crown and mask on the floor beside them, their responsibilities laid away for a moment.

"....would you stay by my side always, Eira?" He knows it's foolish to ask such a question, given she has always been a pragmatic and fiercefully protective royal guard, more than anyone else in the unit, doing what's necessary to protect the kingdom and by extension - him.

At any cost, even if it's her own life.

"I promise, your majesty"

but it feels nice to be reminded sometimes.

"promise me more..."

"I promise to stay by your side, even when the world is out to get you"

"I promise to be your sword and shield, that your safety will always be granted when you are with me"

"I promise to be there with you, if you ever need me, at any moment"

[g3llyfish]

Hey I wanted to request something funny.

Like redson and macaque ( separately ) kidnaps one of mk’s friends, fem s/o and they start laughing ( not like mocking them ) but more like ( I can’t believe this happened ) while saying “ no no I’m sorry..it’s just..this is the most effort a man has ever put into me 😂 “

Idk i thought it was funny in my head 🤔 hope this was okay

"DELUSIONAL"

Redson x FEM! reader x Macaque (Seperate)

Either platonic or romantic

Redson and Macaque judging the reader, Reader being delulu, MK just wants his best friend back TT

NOTE:

MY FIRST ASJ AAA Tbh, it can also be considered as GN!reader cause I mostly do second pov but I still hope you enjoy!!

🔥 || REDSON !!

It has been a few week of him trying to defeat the noodle boy to get his staff

As expected, he fails again and again, machines after machines being crushed by that stupid staff and that stupid monkey boy

Knowingly that there's no use for his machines since they only go to his scrap corner

Until an idea pops up in his big demon smart boy brain

What if he kidnaps someone who is dear to MK and bargain them for the staff!

I mean, if that stupid noodle boy loves his friends so much he would do everything to get his best friend back!

Brilliant! Amazing plan even!

Meanwhile, you were hanging out with Mei and MK in the anti-gravity arcade, having the greatest time if your life

Until the ceiling broke down...

You were immediately grabbed by the demon bull clones and tied up so you wouldn't escape.

     "Redson?! Get back here with our best friend!" MK shouted at the bull prince who has you in his arms as you struggle.

     "Never! Catch me if you can, noodle boy and dragon horse girl!" Redson yells back as he laughs dramatically and surrounds him, you, and the bull clones with his fire to teleport away.

     Now you are hung from the ceiling in his lair, if that's what you like to call it considering the lava pool, tools, materials, engines, and many more are laying around the gigantic room.

     "Let me go!" You demanded "What are you planning now, Redson? Y'know MK is gonna MK.O!!™ you again right?"

     Redson scoffs a laugh, lifting up his welding mask to look up at your hanging state as he puts down his blowtorch.

     "After I finish my invention, we will go up to the mountain where my father was imprisoned..." He started to monologue "and then... I will exchange your life for the staff! ...that noodle boy cares for you so much that he will give it to me willingly! And once I have the staff is mine... MY FATHER WILL GAIN HIS POWER AND BE THE GREATEST RULER OF THE WORLD!"

     Redson's dark and overdramatic laughs echoes through the room as the lava's light reflected behind him, creating a giant menacing shadow of himself on the walls.

     Meanwhile you only blink twice at him, not being effected by the intimidating aura that the prince made.

     "You think I'm worth more than the staff?" "What"

     "Well, you basically said that I'm the same price as the staff... Do you think I'm that special?" You grin at him while he was only flabbergasted by your words.

     "W-what?! NO YOU IDIO--" "I don't know, like, you kidnapping me, thinking that I'm enough to be exchanged with the staff, you could've picked Mei but you chose me!"

     Redson gave you a dumbfounded look, his eyebrows furrowing in frustration as you explain your conclusion.

     "Like, you took effort to kidnap me, you think I'm that worth of effort? No one has ever done that for me" You continue as you sniffle a bit.

     "Did-did you forget about the part where I said about my world domination?" Redson simply ask as he gives you a deadpanned stare.

     "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I'm just so happy right now, you think I'm worth more than the staff? You think I'm that unique?" "Shut up, you're delusional."

While he made his invention to secure his plan, you were in the background trying to make him admit that he thinks you're special

You're not what he thinks you are that's for sure, with you being a giggling mess while you're LITERALLY CAPTURED BY TYE DEMON BULL PRINCE

He expected you to be like MK and Mei, someone who wrecklessly fighting anything that move...

Not someone who is off to delulu land with quips at the back of your hand

He definitely regrets the kidnapping plan

🍌 || MACAQUE !!

After the 'stealing-wukong's-powers-from-MK' plan didn't work, he couldn't find anymore information or updates in MK's life

Macaque has to keep a close eye on him afterall, considering he is Wukong's apprentice

So why not get one of MK's best friends? He can't just lurk in the shadows

Sure, that'll work but he needs more dept and personal stuff about MK, to find something to hold him back

So while you were on your way back home, not paying attention to your surroundings that was when Macaque took the opportunity.

You took a step and before you knew it, you were falling down to the ground into a theater place for shadow puppet shows.

You landed on your back on the wooden ground, making you raise your brow in confusion cause you remember that you were walking on a pedestrian.

As you look around the place, you hear a dark echoey chuckle from behind you making the hair on your skin rise.

You stood up immediately to see none other than the shadow of the six-eared Macaque.

"Hey, doll..." He chuckles again, his grin getting wider as his shadow shrinks and he turns into his monkey form.

"Macaque?! What am I doing here?! Are you here to hurt me?! Well bad luck, monkey!" You glared at him making him smirk.

"Don't worry, don't worry, I'm not here to hurt you, I'm just here to borrow you for a while" Macaque says shrugging, getting closer towards the stage that you stood on.

"Me?" You ask in full confusion, your body relaxing as you put down your defenses.

"Mhm... You see, hiding in the shadow is not enough for getting information and I need you get me some," Macaque answers.

You pause as each side of your lips starts to slowly rise, "Me?"

"Yup, if you don't comply... then I might take back the 'I won't hurt you' part, simple, hm?" Macaque threatens with a hum.

You pause again, longer this time "me?"

"Yes, you..." Macaque sighs as he gives you a 'are you deaf?' look.

You held your laugh for a while before laughing aloud, Macaque, ofcourse felt as if you're underestimating him as he gets a little grumpy at your reaction.

"Wh- why are you laughing huh?!" "Pfft-- sorry! Sorry, sorry, it's just... I don't know it's funny"

"Funny how?" Macaque ask as he raises his eyebrow in frustration and crosses his arms.

"I don't know, you could've chosen anyone that could stalk MK for you but you chose me! Hah! I just didn't expect that someone would actually put effort on me" you laugh out.

"Effort?" Macaque questions, he wouldn't disagree with himself but he's definitely worried for your well-being.

"Yeah, I mean, you could've just sended me a text saying 'give me information or you're dead' text like my other exes, but here we are!" You continue to blabber making Macaque give you a concerned look.

"I-what..." "Yeah! I'm kinda flattered that you put so much effort on me, kidnapping me, tracking me down, watching which street I go to-- okay that's kinda creepy--" "okay, stop"

Macaque has to make you stop so he can continue his plan

He's mostly concerned about you cause who tf reacts like that?

He had to make a deal with you to proceed with his 'information gathering' plan but you always gawk at the fact that he chose you out of all people

Plan unsuccessful (?)

I'm sorry if it isn't to your expectations TT tell me criticisms if you'd like but I still hope you had fun with the fix as much as I did, love you pooksters :P

[brainddeadd]

it is a fic, i just yap first - the fic starts under the cut

reader is a friend of the Greene's but isn't actually a Greene, they took her in

warnings: typical twd violence and angst, daryl angst, fluff

I have this thought that Daryl's not very experienced at anything romantic or sexual.

Like, his mum died before that became a thing for him, his dad was abusive, Merle was abusive. He never had a good role model for this shit.

He's probably only witnessed Merle in crappy bars, high as a fucken kite and drunk, for anything like this.

He's probably heard the stories of being hella rough, rough enough for it to sound like abuse to him - why would he wanna go through that? Or put someone else through that?

He's definitely never felt true, unconditional love (maybe from his mum). Everything always comes with a price for him.

And now he lives in a world where he can't trust anyone and everything is a threat. He's got his found family and that's it.

I genuinely don't think he'd know what to do with romantic feelings.

Sexual, sure. He knows he gets hard, and he's gotta get off. Knows that sometimes someone else can help. Probably fucked a few people and hated it. It was probably Merle getting him a hooker or something, and it was definitely a shit time.

Romantic? The fuck is that? He doesn't know how to do that. How to feel that. He knows what it looks like; Maggie and Glenn. He's not sure it's something he deserves.

So when he meets you, and you're loving him so easily, he has no idea what to do.

The word's gone to shit, everyone's dead and dying, everyone's fearful and sceptical of others, and here you are, welcoming him and his found family to the farm with open arms.

You help nurse Carl back to health after he was shot. Daryl knows Rick needed that from you.

You help look for Sophia, a girl you don't know, for a woman you don't know. You join Daryl on the search, exhausted but refusing to give up.

You help take care of him after Andrea shoots him - and you may have yelled at her a bit for being so stupid (which only makes you more attractive to Daryl).

You help Carol escape when she's cornered by walkers when they take over the farm. Ushering her to Daryl, yelling that you'll be fine, taking off in a separate car.

You ask him to teach you how to use a bow and arrows, knowing it'll come in handy. He does willingly.

You take the cell closest to him in the prison, claiming it's a coincidence, but the others know it’s because you feel safest with him.

You love the baby with your whole heart, he can tell. You cradle her gently, like she's something precious and you're afraid to break her. He almost wonders if you were a mother in the previous world.

You're distraught when he goes off with Merle. Carol tells him how you cried when you found out and the sadness that filled your eyes until he returned. He hates knowing he made you that sad, the he was the cause of your tears. But the light that returns to your eyes tells Carol and Maggie how happy you are.

You show him you love him without even meaning to. It's in the way you always bring him food when he's on watch. The way you are the first to offer to join him on a run. The way you stop the others from hassling him when he wants to be alone. The way you tend to any injuries he may acquire. He can feel your love long before he knows about it.

When you hug him for the first time, his whole world stops. He's just come back from a run, he's been gone longer than he was supposed to, scared the crap out of you and the others. You don't know he's back until you spot him from a distance, getting patched up and fed by Carol, unable to hide his exhaustion. You don't stop to think, not even sure you can think. Your legs have carried you to him and your arms are around him before you can process the movements. Daryl's tense, body having gone stiff at the unexpected contact.

Flushing bright red, you move to let go of him, to hide away for eternity, but he's arms are around you, crushing you to his chest, holding you tightly, face sinking into your neck and his body relaxes. The two of you stay like that for ages, just holding each other closely.

Carol disappears, leaving you to your moment, and you hold him to your body with a hand on the back of his head. He knows then that this feeling in his chest, the one that makes him seek you out just because, is love.

[y-rhywbeth2]

Ketheric continues to be the member of the Chosen I struggle to get a grip on. Like the other three I can tell you the details of why (I think) they grew up to monsters:

Long post.

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Let's start with Gortash: spent his childhood being told he was a selfish monster for his thoughts - apparently from birth - for the way he perceived the world, for *checks notes* wanting his parents attention as an undeveloped human being that relies on its parents to survive and thrive.

Then his parents send him to hell as part of a deal. Because that's where monsters go isn't it? They go to hell to suffer eternal damnation because they were monsters in life.

So you grow up in one of the literal cesspits of the universe, where the only people you meet are the literal scum of the universe, or those you're going to learn to see as weak fools who had to rely on others - and were ultimately willing to commit atrocities themselves - who were taken advantage of by the scum of the universe. You get to the Hells by committing atrocities, either because you want something so badly you'll fuck somebody over for it (out of greed, or because you couldn't fix it yourself (weak)) or because you did them of your own volition. And curiously, some of these people had their price tags wrapped in such subtle terms they don't even realise they did anything wrong! Lesson learned; anyone will willingly be a monster if you make the evil sound nice. Every single devil you meet has had the humanity flayed from their soul, and they got to where they are in their existences by fomenting (and committing) hate and rape and murder and everything evil under the sun as a regular Monday morning in the ultimate goal to make the universe an evil place. Devils are also 'self made men', everybody started from nothing as a lemure and clawed their way to where they are now. Every social interaction in the Hells is manipulation and abuse. Everyone there hurts everyone.

But you do have one example of a good person! There's Hope! Lovely lady, kind and sweet... Trapped in hell being abused forever going insane because of it because your ambitious sister fucked you over. That's where trust and love being a good person gets you.

And that was his entire social life. That was the people he had to look to for examples. All his early experiences were limited to a sample of the absolute worst it has to offer, and he has a very skewed view of the universe.

And the fact that he's apparently so damn good at sex a lady gave him a ring worth everything she owns after growing up around a pleasure devil whose role is harming and corrupting people with sex and has built in charm person at etc is not ringing alarm bells(!) I'm not side-eyeing the boudoir at all.

I wonder why having a child/teen spend their formative years in the evil factory literally designed to spit out monsters... spat out a monster? Kudos to Karlach, though: just how many layers of defence mechanisms has she got in her brain?

Gortash's thought processes are 50% through the lens of engineering and 50% through the lens of a devil's perspective to me. People will sell out others for their own gain, because they're too weak to do it themselves or because they're bastards. If you don't get with the programme you're the victim. You only get ahead by being ruthless. Everybody is untrustworthy, and relying on them will get you betrayed. The world is divided into the weak and the ruthlessly strong who take what they want. Yes, he's a monster. And so are his parents. And so is everyone. And then Bane saw this perfect example of his way of thinking and said 'that one.'

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Orin: obviously we've got grooming. The fact that her formative memories include her mother trying to murder her, and the fact that she feels like the only person who has ever cared about her or supported her is her grandfather. Who is implied to have been raping her, or intending to. All she's permitted is to have her brain poisoned by her faith, which her life revolves around, and then her kin 'does it all wrong' and inherits everything she's been groomed to believe is hers. But no, 'they're not wrong,' says everybody around her 'you are!'

She's a Bhaalspawn, so her relationships with her kin are "kill or be killed," as Helena proved. You will please father by slaughtering your siblings, or you will die - or worse. You must be and stay favoured by Bhaal above all the others to be truly safe ("safe"), and Durge outranking her is a threat to her existence. Actually Durge existing is a threat to her well-being. She has no way to live a life outside the cult, never has and never will. Her life is insanely lonely and mostly consists of paranoia.

But the overlaying theme here is that she's a changeling. She's mirrorkin with no unique physical identity of her own, she can only reflect those of others. To be dnd canon accurate: she has no real facial features, no pigmentation. She's not permitted an identity of her own, and was punished for trying. She's a mirror born and raised to reflect the glory of Bhaal, the glory of her failed grandfather, the rise of Bhaal's favourite child. Never her own. Gee, I wonder why she literally wears people's skins.

Denied the ability to do anything but live according to what she's told, she does her best to live up to it because to fail is to become her parents and the countless aunts and uncles currently enjoying their damnation in the Throne of Blood. And then she's told she's doing it wrong. By everybody. She's a 'rabid dog'. She, despite having doctrine poured into her ears and probably carved into her flesh her entire life 'doesn't understand Bhaal.' And everybody is insanely patronising about it! You're never allowed to be anything but what we tell you to be, but you're still not good enough! Which is death. The Temple of Bhaal needs murder feminism.

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The Dark Urge is my favourite little nightmare, and I've talked about them at length: much of Orin's trauma also applies to them, although where she's a mirror made to reflect the egos of others, Durge is only allowed one identity: Bhaal's. Where Orin can never seem to reach the standards forced on her, Durge is never allowed to fail to meet them, or else. Every outside connection they ever had was brutally sabotaged, and they've had 'you're a monster and only I (your abusive Father) can love you' drilled into their mind. They hate themself. We got the threat of sexual exploitation (assuming it didn't happen), there's a subtle undercurrent of incest to some interactions. The prayer for forgiveness kind of sums it all up: 'I'm sorry for forming an emotional connection that isn't blind love for you father, but don't fret, I'll destroy it with my own hands just like everything else and then finally get to kill myself just like I've always wanted.'

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But Ketheric? Like villains don't need tragic backstories to be terrible people, but it does make them more interesting.

OK, so your bio family is fucked up and I definitely get the impression that they sucked (Malus is giving me vibes that say he'd have been a villain anyway, and might've been secretly Sharran to start with; Gerringothe seems to be drowning whatever her issues are in gold), and then the loving family you made for yourself broke: your wife died, and your daughter died, sure. But plenty of people on Toril probably have similar if not the same stories and didn't go evil overlord! Why are you doing this? What is informing these decisions? Why does your existence hinge so much on your dead daughter that your son is basically named after her and you seem to hate him for existing and not being her? Does Shar have something to do with it? Has Ketheric just carved out so much memory and emotion, so much of his own identity, that all that's left is the grief and the hunger for the pain to stop but, as per Shar's intent, it keeps coming back, with less and less positive memories to soften the pain. A wound that festers and never heals. Is the obsession with Isobel because she's the icon of everything that was good in his life, and her loss was the moment everything good was gone? Was he a rational man who turned to Shar to stop the pain in a moment of understandable grief and rage at her sister, and then was trapped in a cycle that destroyed everything that was good in that man until we get the General?

Just guess working my way through his entire backstory...

[ink-n-shadow]

I wanna know about the DND au! (More specifically I wanna know if you've got Soap as the bard that would fuck anything that walks) But also I wanna know about everything else tooo!

lemme give you a breakdown of the party we have for this campaign

johnny is most definitely a tielfing bard (it’s been his build since secondary, and he hates change). definitely fucks the most townspeople everywhere he goes, including the members of his own party (kyle says no, simon says yes). always getting the group into some kind of trouble, mainly because he can’t keep his mouth shut. he also has the most experience out of the group, so the session consists of him getting up and down often, standing over one of the other guys and helping them with their character sheet as they go through the campaign.

price is a barbarian orc because he likes being the biggest and strongest in the party. literally goes into a rage in every single conflict they get into. meticulously plans out battle strategies and barks out orders to the boys before their turns (“aye—move a couple spaces to the left, simon. you’ll avoid that goblin’s eldritch blast over here” or “let me move in on ‘em first—i’ve got advantage, right?”) like price needs the most help but also gets the most into the campaign.

simon is a dragonborn paladin because it gives him the ability to not only attack and deal damage to enemies, but he can also heal himself and his teammates. is constantly squabbling with the team about their hit points and whether they’re close to death or not (“johnny, for fuck’s sake—d’ya need the heal or not? i can ‘lways give it to kyle—s’what i fuckin’ thought. just ask next time”). he’s actually a really quick learner when it comes to this stuff, so after a couple sessions he’s shaking johnny off of his shoulder and telling him to “go sit ‘own—don’t need your help. i know how to add fuckin’ numbers together, johnny”

kyle is a rouge elf of some kind (whether drow or high or regular—i can’t decide tbh). also enjoys fucking literally everybody he can get his hands on because a) he gets laid and b) he steals everything they have on his way out the door. however slimy and smarmy his character is, he’s always willingly sacrificing himself for his team. would definitely play a chaotic neutral character for funsies.

(will i be making actual dnd character sheets for them? yes. should i be studying for my exam that’s in 2 weeks? also yes)

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[in-a-daddy-state-of-mind]

My Favorite Addiction (Drabble)

Pairing: Javier Peña x gn! reader

Summary: Your only addiction is the sight of Javier Peña in the morning

Word Count: 794 

Warnings: Mention of smut, Mentions of drugs and drug trafficking, I think that’s it but let me know if there is anything else. Just in case MINORS DNI

Notes: Just the idea of waking up next to this man would not leave me so I thought might as well put it down! Very excited to start writing more. This is the first thing I post here so aaaaaa let me know thoughts. 

If you had one addiction it was to the sight of Javier Peña in the morning. You always woke up before him and got to see perhaps the only moments when this man was fully relaxed. He was all golden skin, broad shoulders, and messy curls.

It hadn’t always been like this. The first messy encounters you had with Peña didn’t lead to morning afters where you got to stare at his sleeping figure. The first times were all supposed to be the last. You accidentally went to the same party, you accidentally ended up in the same bar, you accidentally were rooming in the same hotel. All with the same ending of you quickly dressing and leaving Peña, checking every corner to see if no one saw you. No one could see you. Pablo Escobar’s accountant couldn’t be sleeping with a DEA agent.

And yet it became an addiction. The more you tried to resist it the more you found Peña’s arms. No one fucked you like he did. Your second favorite view was the look of concentration mixed with pleasure as you two fucked to the soundtrack of your screams. God, Javier Peña was the best lay you ever had and you were enchanted.

You knew the dangers of it but you couldn’t bring yourself to regret that first night in a dim lit club far away from Escobar’s prying eyes. His soft lips on yours, his hands finding your bare skin, his arousal making itself known against your legs, his soft curls between your fingers. In retrospect, that was when you doomed yourself.

Javi slowly moves shifting to face you and rub the sleep from his eyes.

“Good morning.” He whispers in his raspy morning voice.

Another beautiful thing you just couldn’t get enough of.

“You staring at me again, cariño?”

As much as you tried to hide it he knew all your secrets. You still didn’t know why he wanted you to be an informant it felt like he could tell everything he needed to know from you without even asking.

“Guilty.” You whisper back as he makes his way to find your lips.

You kiss him back softly. The morning kisses are always different from the nights. Softness making way from the hunger. Comfort being drawn from the passion. You couldn’t decide what you liked best.

“Do you want to stay? Maybe go grab some breakfast. I’m off of work today.” Peña asks in a tone that sounds almost hopeful.

“I can’t, Javi. They’ll start wondering.”

You hate denying him. You hate having to leave. But after that first time, after you slept with Peña and was quickly escorted after to Pablo for him to explain exactly who you had just shared a bed with, you knew what you were getting into. This was the price for keeping Javier Peña.

“Escobar can fuck off.” Peña mutters protectively wrapping his arms around you.

“You know it’s not that simple.” You utter avoiding looking him in the eye.

Instead you choose to trace the veins in his arm. Trying to distract yourself from what you know comes next.

“Yeah. I know.” Javi utters. “I’m a death sentence.”

“One I signed willingly.” You joke opening a small smile.

He moves his hand to cup your cheek, brushing away a piece of hair that fell on your eyes. You look back up and meet his eyes. His eyes. You loved those eyes.

“I could take you away. I could put you somewhere he wouldn’t find you.” He pleads.

“We talked about this. He would find me. If not, he would kill my family.”

“You’re not even an informant.”

“Yeah, but you are the enemy. I’m supposed to stay away.”

“We could stop seeing each other.” Javi suggests scared you will actually say yes to it. You had in the past but it never stuck before. Nonetheless he fears.

“Sure. We could. But I would give us two weeks before one of us breaks and we are back here again.”

You laugh together with him before he returns to attack your lips.

Somehow enemy didn’t feel like the right title for him anymore. You couldn’t fit those words and the man you grew to know together in your head. You desperately wanted to, but you fell to his charms and you don’t think there’s any going back.

So instead you lay around with him a little longer. You kiss and hold each other until you finally get up and get dressed. Almost like routine you make your way out of his dingy apartment and back to your own. All the way the only thing in your mind continues to be how Javier Peña was the most addictive and dangerous drug you had come upon.

[queermentaldisaster]

“The Hunt Is My Muse”

Finally chapter eight! I'm so sorry this took so long to come out, life and ADHD is honestly what happened. I hope you enjoy!

No cws for this chapter. Chapter under the cut.

“Small Revelations and Friends Coming”

Everything had gone to shit. They'd gotten Alejandro and Los Vaqueros out, and they'd almost made it out…but now they were surrounded. Ghost held his gun, standing back to back with Soap, which sent shivers down Soap's spine. ‘We’re this close…this close…and surely about to die.’ Soap thought. Ghost let out a growl, and Soap felt the rumbles from that growl go through both their bodies. He shuddered, and Ghost’s hand found its way to his waist. He let out a shaky breath, and was ready to accept death as it came when suddenly the nearby wall shattered.

Soap’s head snapped up and he spotted a wild water buffalo standing in the wreckage of the wall. He cackled, spotting a leopard next to the buffalo. “Ghost!” He exclaimed, turning the man around. Ghost saw them and chuckled. Alejandro looked confused. “Who are those two?” He asked, causing Soap to grin. “Gaz and Roach, which means the Cap’n ain’t far behind.” He looked at Ghost and nodded, with that same cocky ass grin he always had. Ghost shifted, willingly, pouncing on one of the distracted Shadows. Soap cackled, shifting as well.

Alejandro just chuckled and yelled something in Spanish as the shifted duo began ravaging the Shadows. Soap’s ears twitched as he heard two separate roars, one of which was Ghost, a rage filled sound, and one of which was Roach, a call to his friends. Soap let out a loud ‘wow wow wow’ sound, even as the carnage continued, letting Roach know he was okay.

It took maybe twenty minutes to dispose of all of the Shadows between the four of them. After Soap shifted back, he was immediately tackled by Gaz and Roach. He laughed, hugging them back. “Woah, ye tryin’ ta kill me?” He joked, and Gaz huffed. “Yeah, I’m gonna fuckin’ trample you, fox boy. What the fuck were you thinking!?” He shook Soap, and Roach carefully pried Gaz off of Soap, who fell back, landing in Ghost’s arms. Ghost chuckled, lifting Soap to his feet and wrapping his arms around Soap’s waist.

Soap felt the heat rise to his cheeks, and he just knew Ghost was smirking underneath his mask. Roach stared at Soap and let out a breath. “I feel like I missed something.” He signed. Ghost’s grip tightened on Soap’s waist. “Oh, not much.” Ghost said, tilting his head to the side.

Soap let out a breath, only to look up when he heard Price's voice ring out from amidst the wreckage. “Boys!?” Price called out, and Ghost let out a roar just as Soap let out another ‘wow wow wow’ sound. Soap pulled out of Ghost's arms and ran towards the silhouette of Price in the distance. Soap ran into Price’s arms, earning a sharp exhale from the older shifter. Price held Soap close, his grip around the younger shifter tight. “So glad you're safe.” He murmured, and Soap smirked. “So ye did miss me?” He let out a yelp as Price lightly slapped him upside the back of his head.

Ghost's head snapped around and Soap heard the growl. Soap looked back at Ghost and shook his head. Ghost immediately calmed down, his shoulders relaxing. Price arched an eyebrow. “I feel like I missed a few chapters.” He remarked. Soap chuckled. “Just a few, cap’n.” Ghost came forward and nodded to Price. “Good to see you, Captain.”

Price smiled. “Good to see you too, Ghost. C’mon, let’s get out of here.” Price turned around and led them to a set of vehicles. Alejandro, Rodolfo, and the rest of the Vaqueros got in one of them, and the 141 got in the other. Roach turned to Ghost as they sat down, Gaz sitting in the driver’s seat. Roach began signing. “You’re a shifter? Why did you never tell us?” He questioned, and Ghost shrugged. “It wasn’t important.”

Roach’s eyes widened. “Not important?! Ghost, how long have you been suppressing your shifts? Do you know the consequences that can come from that?!” He signed hastily and Ghost snarled. “Roach, it can’t be that bad, so shut your mouth and-” Ghost cut himself off, quickly standing up and moving over to the seat where Soap was. They didn’t get a chance to question it before Ghost shifted, leaving this massive black panther curled up in Soap’s lap.

Roach sighed. “This is what I’m talking about. Now you and your panther are trying to reconnect, meaning you’re going to just randomly shift and be stuck like that for a while,” Roach signed, rolling his eyes. “Fucking idiot.” That made Ghost snarl, but Soap lightly tugged on his ear. Ghost chuffed, dropping his head on the seat. Soap chuckled. “Big ass kitten.” He murmured, and Ghost let out a rumbling growl, rubbing the side of his face against Soap’s face. Soap groaned, because apparently his subscription to breathing has temporarily expired. Price laughed, grinning at this.

Soap teasingly flipped him off, grinning back, even though the grin wasn't seen through the Lieutenant currently suffocating him. Ghost lowered his head again, stretching out with a content purr. Soap smiled, rubbing behind his Lt’s ears.

The ride back to the safehouse was quiet, and Soap reveled in the peace, for unbeknownst to him, it was soon to be ruined.

[bloody-bee-tea]

24 Days of Satosugu 2023 Day 13 - Blue fire

Satoru watches Suguru with worry. Suguru is staring at the people in front of him with nothing but detached disinterest and the heart in Satoru’s chest beats painfully.

It’s not right; it’s not right that Suguru looks like that, that Suguru feels like this and it’s all Satoru’s fault, in a way.

If he hadn’t taken Suguru’s heart—

“Suguru,” Satoru quietly calls out and it brings Suguru’s eyes to him. Satoru is relieved to see at least a little bit of a spark in them, even though it’s only ever directed at him these days.

“Satoru,” Suguru warmly gives back, as warmly as he never gets with the humans around them and Satoru feels that painful feeling in his chest again.

Some days he wonders if it’s Suguru’s heart screaming out to him, or if it’s Satoru’s own feelings that make it hurt like that.

Only one way to find out, Satoru guesses, not for the first time, even as he gives Suguru a careful smile.

“Let’s go back home, alright?” he asks, and Suguru’s eyes briefly flit back to the humans, going hard and cold and the ice only melts when Satoru tugs on his hand, gets Suguru’s attention back to him.

“Alright, Satoru,” Suguru agrees after a moment, and Satoru teleports them back home between one blink and the next.

Things are better at home, almost normal, but today, Suguru turns to him with a frown on his face.

“You’ve been doing that, Satoru. What is going on?”

He doesn’t have to elaborate on what exactly it is that Satoru is doing, because they both know. Satoru keeps trying to divert Suguru’s attention away from the humans, lest Suguru does something he might regret one of these days.

Satoru has seen it in his eyes; Suguru wouldn’t feel a thing if he killed one or even many of them and the thought scares Satoru.

Which is hilarious, given that between the two of them, Satoru is the demon.

“Nothing,” Satoru says and gives Suguru a smile, draping himself across Suguru’s back.

Like this he can almost pretend the heartbeat he feels comes from Suguru’s chest instead of his own.

“You’re such a bad liar for a demon,” Suguru chides him fondly, carding his fingers through Satoru’s hair and this is almost as if nothing at all has changed.

Suguru has been affectionate like that with him from the very beginning and Satoru always thought that as long as that doesn’t change, he can be happy but it turns out he was wrong about that.

It’s not longer enough that Suguru is like that with him.

Suguru doesn’t follow his statement up with anything else, doesn’t call Satoru out on his more than obvious lie and that too, only serves to show Satoru just how wrong everything is going.

Suguru doesn’t even care enough to inquire further it seems, and Satoru avoids his face. Not that he needs to, because Suguru is no longer looking at him, anyway.

“I think we should sleep,” Satoru says, infusing his words with a little bit of magic, making Suguru just sleepy enough that he agrees without a second thought.

“Stay with me,” he says, like he always does, as if he’s afraid of going to sleep alone, as if he dreads waking up alone, and Satoru presses his lips together.

“Always,” he says, knowing that it’s a lie, that he’ll break the one promise he made to Suguru, but still, he follows him to the bedroom, watches how Suguru gets ready for bed and then holds vigil at his bedside when Suguru falls asleep, aided by Satoru’s magic.

Satoru still remembers the day he met Suguru, remembers how his tiny hands caught him right out of the sky, cradling him so carefully despite the appearance of flames. Back then, Satoru had made great promises, could read Suguru’s deepest desire right out of his very being and Satoru knew then that the only acceptable price would be Suguru’s heart.

He never expected it to turn out like this.

Satoru still remembers how willingly Suguru had swallowed him, how Satoru’s blue fire had engulfed Suguru’s heart fully, completely, before taking it out of his body and Satoru wants to laugh at his own foolishness.

Of course it would change Suguru; of course it would not be as easy as simply taking an organ and hoping that nothing more was lost.

“I’m so sorry,” Satoru mutters, brushing a stray strand of hair out of Suguru’s face. “I should have known better.”

The truth is that Satoru never gave much thought to what it would do to a human to lose something as essential as a heart before. He’s a demon; it’s not in his nature to wonder about something like that.

At least not until he came to know Suguru.

Satoru knows that he would have died if Suguru hadn’t caught him, knows that only the pact they made and the human heart in his chest keep him alive even now, but he thinks it might not be worth it.

Suguru looks at people who used to be his friends, his family with ice in his eyes, with a detached interest that unsettles most of them and Satoru doesn’t want that for him. He only ever wants Suguru to be happy, but even that seems beyond him at the moment.

And Satoru can’t stand it.

He’d rather die than have to see Suguru like this and for all that he knows he’s going to, should he go through with his plan.

Satoru is tied to the heart in his chest; should he give it back, there’s no knowing what will happen to him, though Satoru can guess.

There’s no life without a heart after all.

He briefly wonders what it will do to Suguru, once he gets his heart back, once he loses Satoru’s power, but that really shouldn’t be his concern.

Suguru was strong and kind even before Satoru came along and he will continue to be so once Satoru has left, of that Satoru is certain. It might take him a while to adjust, it might mean Suguru will no longer be the strongest but he’ll still be strong enough to take care of himself.

And that is truly all Satoru wants for him.

It only takes a thought to make the heart manifest in his hand, the tiny fluttering thing Satoru has protected with all his might for the last seventeen years and it hurts to know that he can’t continue to do so, but at least like this he’s certain that Suguru will be able to give a truly heartfelt smile again.

Satoru has missed seeing him smile these past few years and he chides himself.

He should have noticed Suguru’s spiral much sooner than he did.

“What are you doing?” Suguru’s sleepy voice reaches him and when Satoru looks at him he finds that Suguru’s eyes are on the heart in his hand.

He doesn’t like to see the panic there.

“Giving back what’s not mine,” Satoru easily says, watching the heart beat in his hand, engulfed in blue flames as it still is.

Satoru wonders if Suguru will find it a heavy burden or something to cherish once he gets it back.

“No,” Suguru breathes out, and he sits up, scrambles as far away from Satoru as the bed allows him to.

“Suguru,” Satoru says but he doesn’t actually know what else to say.

“I don’t want it back,” Suguru vehemently says. “You can’t give it back. We have a deal. We made a pact!”

“And I’m breaking it,” Satoru tells him with a sad smile. “I’m no longer getting out of it what I want, so there’s no need to hold on to this anymore.”

The pain that flashes over Suguru’s face is the most emotion Satoru has seen on him in months and it only serves to cement his decision.

This is the right thing to do.

They might have started this as something mutually beneficial; Suguru’s heart to keep Satoru alive in exchange of Satoru’s power for Suguru, but somewhere along the line things changed for Satoru.

He only wants to see Suguru happy, wants to see him live freely and laugh and love, and he won’t be able to do any of that as long as Satoru keeps his heart hostage.

“Satoru, no,” Suguru desperately says and comes close, wrapping his hand around Satoru’s wrist. “I don’t want it back.”

“You don’t even know what you want anymore,” Satoru replies, because that much has become painfully obvious over the last years.

Suguru goes along with what Satoru suggests, but there’s nothing he wants anymore, nothing that interests him like it used to.

Suguru is living an empty life and Satoru can’t bear to watch it anymore.

“I don’t want my heart if it doesn’t belong to you,” Suguru whispers, seemingly certain of that and Satoru smiles at him.

It’s not as if he has a heart of his own as a demon but if he had—

“My heart will always be yours. Isn’t that enough?”

“Is—my heart lacking somehow?” Suguru carefully asks, tightening his grip around Satoru’s wrist as if he could stop him from moving that way.

“It’s not your heart that’s lacking,” Satoru says. “But you’re missing it, and I can no longer bear to watch you go around like an empty shell.”

“What will happen to you?” Suguru asks and Satoru is surprised to spot tears in his eyes.

He didn’t know Suguru could still feel deeply enough to cry.

“Who can say?” Satoru gives back with a shrug.

He doesn’t have an answer for Suguru; Satoru has never heard of a demon willingly breaking a contract. Satoru knows that his kind dies should the contract be found out, should the exchanged part be taken by force but with this? With him giving it back willingly?

Something like this has never happened before so everything is possible. Satoru isn’t hoping for much, though.

“If it means you die, I don’t want it,” Suguru decides as if that’s his decision to make and Satoru laughs.

“It’s my life and my choice,” Satoru tells him, easily breaking out of Suguru’s grasp.

Suguru might be the strongest sorcerer but he is only that due to Satoru’s power, so there’s nothing he can do to him.

“I know it doesn’t mean much to you, not at the moment, but thank you for allowing me to love you,” Satoru whispers as he leans forward to press his lips to the corners of Suguru’s mouth.

It seems to take Suguru off guard, because he freezes where he sits and Satoru takes that moment to push the heart in his hand back into Suguru’s chest.

Suguru sucks in a painful breath, and when his eyes fly back to Satoru’s there is so much life in them already.

Satoru knows he made the right decision, even as he can feel himself fading.

“Satoru, no,” Suguru brokenly whispers out, one hand clutching his chest and the other reaching for Satoru, but it’s already too late.

Satoru is rapidly losing his physical form and Suguru’s hand passes right through him.

“It was my pleasure to stay at your side all this time,” Satoru tells him and he means it with everything that he is. “I will miss you.”

Suguru’s eyes fill with tears and even though it’s hard for Satoru to watch, he can’t help but to delight in the way Suguru seems to feel things again.

If Suguru can cry and laugh and mean it, then Satoru can’t find it in him to regret his decision.

“Laugh for me, okay?” Satoru asks with his last breath and even though Suguru nods, the last thing Satoru sees are the tears spilling down his cheeks.

~*~*~

Suguru hasn’t left his house since Satoru died. He flinches away from the thought, wonders if it will ever stop hurting like it does, and he curses the heart in his chest.

It’s not supposed to be there; his heart was supposed to belong to Satoru for all of time and the fact that it’s weighing Suguru down again while Satoru is gone makes him want to carve his chest open and tear it out all over again.

But he can’t do that, because Satoru died to give this back to Suguru and he could never bring himself to disregard Satoru’s sacrifice like this.

Suguru has tried to understand what made Satoru do something so rash, so reckless but he can’t concentrate enough to figure it out; all he can think of is that Satoru is gone.

Satoru has asked him to laugh but Suguru doesn’t know how to do that without Satoru by his side.

He’s wandering aimlessly through the house, noticing all the places where Satoru should be and isn’t, when someone knocks on his door.

Suguru ignores it, or tries to, but when the person at the other side stays persistent he lets out a deep sigh.

“We’re closed for business,” he yells out of habit and almost doubles over in pain when he realises that there is no longer a we to speak of.

“I should fucking hope not!” a voice calls back to him and it can’t be.

It sounds like Satoru, but it can’t be, because Satoru died when he gave Suguru his heart back.

“This is not funny,” Suguru mutters, clutching his chest when his heart acts up, beating wildly and almost painfully. “How dare you.”

“Come on, Suguru, let me in already,” the voice says and it’s so Satoru that tears spill over again.

Suguru hates how much he has been crying these days when all Satoru wanted of him was to laugh but it’s not as if he can change it. He’s out of practice of dealing with all these feelings inside his chest.

He somehow makes his way over to the door, ready to blast whoever it is who dares to impersonate Satoru into the next life but when he yanks the door open he comes face to face with a smile too big, with eyes too blue and hair too white he stills completely.

“Took you long enough,” Satoru grumbles, even though he’s still smiling and it can’t be.

Satoru died.

“Who are you?” Suguru demands to know and Satoru sucks in an exaggerated breath.

“Rude, Suguru. I leave for three days and you forget all about me? Very rude.”

“You died.”

“One would think so,” Satoru says with a nod. “But I woke up where we made the pact all those years ago. It seems I might be human now? Or something close to it, at least, teleportation is out of the question, anyway, so it took me a while to get back. Have you laughed yet?” Satoru rambles and Suguru can do nothing but stare at him.

“Have I—Satoru, you died, and you’re asking me if I’ve laughed yet?” he demands to know, completely appalled at how callous Satoru is.

“Perfect, I was hoping to see it,” Satoru gives back and claps his hands together. “Come on laugh!”

Suguru punches him in the face.

“Well, I guess I should have seen that one coming,” Satoru mumbles from where he holds his cheek, but Suguru can still see the way his eyes are crinkled and he just knows that Satoru is still smiling.

“You absolute asshole,” Suguru seethes out and Satoru nods.

“Anger, that’s good, too. You were missing so much,” he softly says and reaches out to cup Suguru’s cheek in his hand. “I forgot how expressive you are.”

“You left me!”

“I gave you back your heart!”

“And you left me for it! I would have destroyed my heart myself if it meant you’d stay with me!” Suguru yells at him and Satoru blinks at him, clearly surprised before he shrugs.

“Well, no need for that now? I mean—I’m here, your heart is where it belongs and all is well?”

“I can’t believe you,” Suguru mutters, dragging his hand over his face before he pulls Satoru close, crushing him to his chest. “Never do anything like that ever again.”

There’s a very suspicious silence from Satoru and Suguru pushes him away to glare at him.

“What?”

“I was kind of thinking of giving my heart to you, but I guess if you don’t want it—” Satoru trails off with a shrug and now this finally makes Suguru laugh in disbelief.

“I cannot fucking believe you,” Suguru chuckles out, relieved and happy, and so in love it hurts. “What would I do with your heart if you won’t accept mine?” he asks but Satoru is only staring at him, a look of wonder on his face.

“You laughed,” he breathes out and Suguru rolls his eyes.

“Because you’re ridiculous. I ask you again: what would I do with your heart if you won’t accept mine?” Suguru wants to know again and Satoru smiles cheekily at him.

“As long as I don’t have to carry it around with me anymore, I’ll take whatever you’ll give me.”

“Then it’s yours,” Suguru rushes to say, afraid that Satoru might change his mind, but he knows his fear is unfounded when Satoru’s face lights up.

“Like mine is yours,” he solemnly replies and then leans in to kiss Suguru.

Suguru’s heart is beating hard and fast in his chest, almost painful with how much feeling it’s holding but Suguru feels Satoru’s heart beat in his chest in turn and he thinks if they both have to suffer this, then it might be okay.

As long as their hearts beat in tandem, everything will be fine.

[italianexotiicbeauty]

[ read more because THE FUCKING AUDACITY OF THIS BULLSHIT. ]

So, let's talk about AGGRAVATION. 🤬🤬🤬🤬

Mom decided to wait until this morning as my sister is getting ready for work to BRING UP that Mark told her on the phone that THEY'VE DECIDED TO GO IN A DIFFERENT DIRECTION..The reason they're asking for the title to the car is so they can trade it in, which is legitimate. Sadly with a broken transmission they won't get very much but fine, it also will take twenty days to get a replacement for it because mom has no idea where the original is.

Here comes the SHADIEST SHIT EVER.

“We've decided to go in a different direction and in order to get the car, you need to get your cellphone back.” You mean the one she willingly handed over when she got caught being scammed out of $300 because she was lonely and needed someone to talk to who was MOST DEFINITELY posing as an actor that would not EVER ask for money? Something we told her she couldn't tell ANYONE about because of how they'd respond? Why on earth does anyone THINK this is a “bargaining chip”, why? And Mark, John does NOT “pay all the bills” — he just signs/fills out the rent checks that YOUR FATHER WILLINGLY DECIDED TO PAY. We use the SSI she gets ONCE A MONTH to pay the bills. Do you actually know that? No, ya fuggin’ don't. There's a LOT of shizz they DON'T KNOW because past experience says TELLING THEM WOULD BE A BAD IDEA. ( and why bring up the fact that she has blocked lisa and then say “I don't want to get in the middle of it”? )

Kelly was absolutely right to not trust Mark. He asked for insurance info and mom's license photos, didn't say a damn word at all about what he told mom over the phone. Again, the trade in part is legitimate because it shaves off money from the buying price but the rest of it? Nope, I'm sorry — in what universe is that ever okay? Because now she has to go without seeing any of them, like ever — and I have to HOPE that this CTRides thing pulls through or she might need to consider trying to get part time work down the street at DG or Dunkin. ( because her staying home with barely enough to keep her mind occupied isn't good, the combination of adhd with depression & anxiety is bad news bears — if you know, you know. ) And yes, if I had work experience or a college degree or references — I'd apply  for work but if you don't know this? Mom gets stress brain fog ( or from her cluster headaches not going away immediately ) — so I have to stay home and look after her. 

Mom also talked about contacting her employer and asking them to find her cases in town, because this cannot go on. Not like this it cannot, and I am ALREADY actively concerned about what the outcome of November will be like. Because of what *that one* wants to eliminate what my family relies on — that so many rely on. 

I know this post is ALL over the place, but I am so ANGRY right now. Mom even just said that she's not even sure Mark would believe her that it'd take 20 days to get a replacement car title ( 20 days and $25 dollars, and even getting an appointment might not guarantee her walking out with it — don't actually know but it's a thought. ) like if that's what the legitimate DMV SITE even told Kelly, the fugg? 

… … … … … for reference, we did find mom a phone she could afford to have. A flip phone, yes they still make those and we'd pick a plan with no internet access / data use for her safety. But WHY does that need to be a "bargaining chip", and who the H E L L thinks this kind of tactics is okay?!

Due to my overall anger at this situation that was going a LITTLE TOO GOOD … phone's on DND mode. I … this post fully expresses everything I'm feeling and what we've learned, thank you for just listening.

Sincerely hope no one else has "family" who treats them ( my mother is the eldest sibling, and while she has health issues - that doesn't give anyone the right to treat her this way or even think it would be okay ) like this.

[sennenpharaoh]

Roy rubs his back as the other leans against him and talks to himself. He could hear a sob or two but Roy didn't care, he wanted to comfort this man. He deserved so much and he wanted to do his best to be there for him.

He kisses the top of his head as he arms squeezed around him. "You don't have to apologize. I know it seems hopeless now, but things will be better again. It must have been very hard to watch someone you care about so deeply go back to how they were before you really knew them.. It was hard for you when I was in that state, I am sure. I remembered you the second day though... Hopefully it will be the same for him."

He squeezes him as he heard another sob, a hand rubbing Atem's back softly again. "It's okay to be weak.. you don't have to apologize, I told you to let it all out." He whispers softly, holding him closer, he didn't care about his shirt wet with tears, those could dry up. All that matters was he was going to be there for Atem.

"Don't hold back those tears, Atem. Be weak. I'm here to catch you."

Call it that gentle push from his Colonel, or hell blame it on the lack of a filter caused from 3 downed glasses of wine. But why Aibou? At the end of the day, it was always Aibou who'd pay the price. Aibou who'd willingly shield himself for others. Aibou who gladly give himself up for the sake of others, Atem included. But the one time something happens to him... and Atem couldn't stop it.

"Aibou means... everything to me. Everything!" Probably the wrong thing to say in front of his own lover, but it was true. More devotion and special bond that meant the world to him, more than his own life. "There is no 'I hope' or 'I wish' or 'I want' when it comes to him. I don't care how much it hurts me-- let it hurt me for all I care! It's 'I will' and 'I must'. He deserves that and so much more! So I know I can't---" Once again, deflecting. He knows he's just repeating the same things Roy's telling him, the same things Yugi has been telling him.

But that's when he fell quiet. His voice, softer, genuine, scared.

"I never once thought what it would feel to be forgotten. When I feel forgotten... I feel... alone. I felt that with you... I don't want to feel it again with Ai... bou..." That's when he finally let go, quiet sobbing into the other's arms, his sobs muffled by the other's chest. All the worry about Yugi reverting back to when they first met, the repeating the rhetoric in an attempt to hold it together. He listened. Yes he listened, and he knew that he could do it. He was strong once, he can be strong again.

But right now... when that feeling of being forgotten was touched once again... he couldn't help but feel weak.

[noraiir-arts]

Anyway adding on to my growing list of revalink AUs

Revalink wild west au

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Revali is the sheriff of Rito Village, a small, humble establishment that grew along a wagon trail which leads far out into the badlands. They very rarely get many travelers, those who do stumble upon their town are either lost or looking to fix up their wagon. Nothing ever happens in Rito, so you can imagine everyone’s excitement when a band of bounty hunters arrive overnight.

They stay at the inn, Cecili overjoyed to finally be able to put up a ‘no vacancy’ sign in the window. The one who seems to be their leader approaches Revali, a rolled up paper in his hand. He introduces himself as Ganondorf, a bounty hunter hired by the governor to bring back his kidnapped daughter. He unfurled the paper revealing the suspect: a young man with messy blond hair and gleaming blue eyes ( actually idk how revali would know he had blue eyes and blond hair bc they didn’t have printers that could print colors back then but just stay with me here 🤞)

Revali’s eyes widened at the price for his arrest; that’s more zeros than he thought was possible. Revali denied seeing the man or woman but said he would keep an eye out for them. ( he doubted he would ever see them, I mean, could you believe their chances? A supposed wanted criminal and the kidnapped daughter of the governor walk right into town, just missing the people out to find them? Revali would turn in his badge if that actually happened.)

Thankfully, he didn’t actually make that bet with anyone. He was making small talk with his deputy, Teba, when Kass, a singer who played in the saloon, walked in. He opened his mouth a few times before revealing that he just saw the man on the wanted poster walk into the saloon with a woman. Revali, blinking for a moment, slowly rose to his feet. “Well let’s get this taken care of, shall we?”

After a slight skirmish, Teba and Revali get the man into the sheriff’s office and the woman, who’s name they now know to be Zelda, into the inn to be attended to. Revali pats himself on the back. The man barely put up a fight! It almost seemed too easy… no matter! He would send someone out to catch up with the bounty hunters tomorrow and claim his, well, bounty. Revali leaves Teba to watch over the man, telling him to maybe try to get a few words out of him, and goes to check up on the woman.

When he finds her she seems a bit distraught, almost angry that they took the man in. She continued to claim he wasn’t her kidnapper, that she willingly went with him- however the doctor said she might be a little confused, especially after everything that has happened. The woman stopped and looked like she was about to yell, before she threw her head into her hands and started sobbing. Revali, suddenly concerned, went up to comfort her, but she threw herself into him, locking him in a hug.

Once she was done crying she said that she must be confused and she needed rest, asking Revali and the doctor to excuse her for the night, it was getting late after all. As Revali left he couldn’t help but feel that something about all this was wrong. But he dismissed that thought, heading back to his office to check in on Teba and tell him he could head home for the night. Upon his arrival the man in the cell lifted his head from where he seemed to be dozing off and Teba looked up from his paper.

Teba said that the man hadn’t uttered a word the whole time. Revali told Teba about Zelda and how she started crying in his arms, not caring that the man could be listening. After that he sent Teba home and locked up for the night. As he went upstairs he felt as though he was forgetting something, yet he ignored it.

Later that night he heard noises coming from downstairs ( he lives above the office) and went to go check that their convict wasn’t ruffing up his cell… only to find it empty. Yelling at the open door he ran outside; how could he have gotten out? He had the key on him the whole time- he reached down to his belt, only to find it missing. Things started to click into place now. The woman must have grabbed his key when she hugged him.

DAMN IT

He ran to Tebas residence and banged on the door, yelling that the man had escaped. Cecili came running outside and told Revali that Zelda was gone as well. Groaning, Revali looked around. They couldn’t have gone that far, the door was still swinging when he made it downstairs… there! In what little light was left by the moon he could barely make out two figures riding away on horseback, right into the badlands.

Cursing, Revali ran inside to grab his poncho and pistols. (Yeah he dual wields his pistols 💪) He ran to saddle his trusty steed, Medoh, before Teba ran to catch up with him.

“You can’t be serious about going out after them, it’s to dangerous to go out right now-“

“What, and leave Ganondorf to take all the credit? I don’t think so.”

Teba shook his head. “It’s only going to get darker”

Teba wasn’t wrong; large storm clouds were starting to block the moons light, promising a much needed downpour.

Revali scoffed and mounted Medoh.

“Someone has to herd their asses back here before they get caught in the storm. Your in charge while I’m gone.”

And just like that he rode off to find them. Little did he know what he was about to get swept up into.

-

Eesh so so far I have:

Tutor au

The Cutting Edge au

Eros and Psyche au that @amiharana got me going on

And now Wild West au

[rhysdasiorarchive]

The text from Seth certainly hadn’t come as a surprise. Ever since Seth had finally sat down and been honest with him about facing imminent death, Rhys had struggled to shake the thought from his mind. He hadn’t wanted to pry or pressure the younger witch into taking immediate action but given how quickly time was running out, Rhys came closer to taking matters into his own hands entirely regardless of Seth’s wishes or responses. Fortunately, the request for his company saved Rhys the mental energy of doing so and he willingly dropped everything in a heartbeat to make his way to Seth’s suite, smoothing down his blazer to both attempt to look somewhat professional in the face of adversity and ground himself in their shared present reality. This could go either way – tremendously well or horrifyingly bad. As strong as both their abilities were, demons were a fucking challenge to deal with. Despite it all, Rhys had no intention of losing Seth to Lilith. He’d sacrifice anything and everything if it meant ensuring the younger witch’s safety. Hopefully it wouldn’t come to that, but it was a price he was willing to pay for Seth’s sake. 

“No need to thank me at all,” Rhys replied brightly, flashing a bright smile in Seth’s direction as he wandered in, resting his hands on his hips as he scanned his gaze around the room to take in the sights of the measures already taken. At the very least, Seth had done a good job of taking all the necessary precautions. Turning his full attention to Seth, Rhys fought the urge to comment on how Shade’s involvement had been anything but fruitful, choosing instead to offer a simple nod of understanding as the younger witch continued to explain himself. “I can do that, sure. Won’t take too long,” he cast a glance over his shoulder to survey the rest of the suite again before glancing back to hold Seth’s gaze with the kind of stare only a deeply concerned parent would truly be able to conjure up. “We’ll cover any and all mirrors, reflective surfaces, whatever also. It’s a little on the side of overkill and I know she’d likely prefer a living host to fester within, but we can’t leave any stone unturned. We’ve got to eliminate all possibilities surrounding her exorcism. If all goes according to plan, it’ll conclude with sealing magic to banish her from this realm entirely, but it’s best to take as many precautions as we can when things are as uncertain as they are currently.” Pausing for a moment, Rhys turned to inspect the summoning circle in silence, his hands clasped behind his back as he slowly walked around it, his gaze fixed on the ground as his mind raced through the variety of options available to them in such a precarious time. “How’d you feel about tattooing?” Flickering his gaze over to Seth again, Rhys shot him a playful smile to try and ease the uncertainty in the atmosphere. “A rune or two wouldn’t hurt. Might be a good idea once she’s out of your system for good. It’d also mean you wouldn’t make any other reckless decisions like this in the future.”

He gradually made his way back to Seth’s side and shrugged off his blazer as he wandered closer, chucking it unceremoniously to the side as he worked at his cufflinks to roll his shirt sleeves up to his elbows, already mentally bracing himself for what was yet to come. “I’m more than happy to ward the suite entirely. Give me ten minutes at the most. I’ve been brushing up on my exorcism magic over the past few weeks in preparation – whole lot’a mind-numbing reading, let me tell you – so when it’s required, I’m happy to implement it.” Rhys was well aware of just how drained he’d be once this was all said and done, but he’d been smart enough to come prepared with a few restoration potions if things happened to turn south faster than initially anticipated. “From what you’ve told me thus far, attempting any kind of mental shielding against her would be a little pointless, but I wouldn’t rule it out entirely as something to utilise when the timing’s right. The more protection we can arm ourselves with, the better.” It felt as if there was still so much to say but when things were as unpredictable as they were, Rhys felt as if he’d be here for hours talking about all the endless possibilities. Taking a small step closer to Seth, Rhys reached out to give his shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “You’re not going to be alone in this, all right? We’re doing this together from start to finish. After today, you’ll be free of her. I promise you that.”

Seth should've known that having Shade assist him with killing Lilith would've been a disaster. And no surprise that was exactly how it turned out with the ancient succubus using the cambion's presence against him and the wicked bitch walking out his door without a scratch on her. Seth, on the other hand, came out of that experience with a nosebleed, headache, and the firm belief that he would only succeed at this mission alone. After all, it was how the young witch got this far in life by relying on himself and a little bit of dumb luck. He'd always struggled asking others for help because the last things he wanted were for anyone he cared about to get hurt or to be burdened with his problems.

So long as Lilith had another target, she could easily manipulate Seth into freeing her and focusing instead on his fallen friend. He'd lived with that succubus in the back of his mind for a year, he knew how she worked, how she liked to play games and toy with others, prey on their vulnerabilities –– she learned a lot about Seth's emotional weaknesses through his personal connections accessing his memories all that time.

Still, that didn't mean Seth wouldn't call in a favor for precautionary preparations. If he was going in alone he bet he had one shot to get this right and time was of the essence to save his mortal soul by murdering the immortal bitch who dangled it over his head. He texted Rhys earlier asking if he could meet at his suite and then dropped his new puppy off at daycare in the kennel so that she would be safe and cared for. Seth chewed at his finger nails as he paced his suite, waiting impatiently for the knock at his door that couldn't come soon enough. He practically ran to it and yanked it open, exhaling in relief to see Rhys on the other side.

"Thanks for coming," he said, stepping aside as he gestured the older witch in and shut the door behind them. The main living area of his suite was already prepared for round two –– furniture moved aside so the large summoning circle etched on the floor dominated the room. He decided to just jump right into it as he turned towards the other witch he found a father figure in. "So, uh, Shade was obviously not helpful and we... did not kill Lilith together. She's... way too strong. Physically and mentally with her dream and persuasive powers. You're the best white mage I know around here and I could use all your expertise in sealing this place off with protective runes to keep her inside this space so she can't get out." He gestured to his suite in general before meeting Rhys' gaze again. "What she has in strength I know she lacks in defenses. I think I can get to her by outsmarting her, but I'd like your thoughts on it and, well, uh, any suggestions on my plan this time around."

@rhysdasior

[yeyinde]

My mostly wholesome Price thought of the day is just wanting to give him a massage. And I don’t mean a quick shoulder rub; no, I mean a proper full-body massage with oils and candles, and all because he deserves to be pampered. Price (and honestly all of the boys) is so stressed all the time, it comes with the job, and because he’s in charge and bears so many different burdens, I am certain he carries some of that tension in his body, especially his back and shoulders. He’d never ask for one, but I’m sure he would appreciate it so much. Knowing that you care enough to want to relieve some of his stress would warm his heart and just make him love you that much more. Plus, you’d get to touch him however you want, and he’d undoubtedly thank you afterward by making you feel good, so it’s truly a win-win situation. In conclusion, I love him, and I am projecting because I, too, am stressed about finals and would benefit greatly from a massage lol -🧚🏽‍♀️

You always seem to know exactly what is going on in my head, and I'm genuinely in awe over everything you write.

Price, to me, is someone who never takes. He gives, always. He'll be as rough as you want. As sharp as you need. He puts everyone, and everything, before himself. He's a natural born leader. Utilitarian to his core. He's the first one who takes the shot, who gets blood on his hands, to spare everyone else from the hardships of it. He carries the weight of every single action on his shoulders and eases it with vices in the form of cigars and scotch, and screams himself raw on the battlefield. He refuses to be coddled or cared for because it's not Important. He's not important compared to everything else. 

He's secondary even in his own life. 

So, imagine just—pretty little woman'ing him in the tub. 

He comes home, reeking of stale tobacco and aching from his duties. Joints aching from carrying the world in his hands. He just wants to sink into bed with you by his side. 

But you don't let him. You drag him to the washroom where it smells of lavender and clary sage. Where you've run him a warm bath, poured him a glass of his favourite scotch (and a bottle of water, because God knows this man needs something more than malt in his belly), and you've given him a cigar. You don't condone his bad habits, but he's a man who bears the brunt of everything in his aching muscles. You let him have his comforts—some of the only things he chooses for himself.

You pull him into the bathroom, undress himself yourself despite his protests that you're doing too much, he doesn't any of this, he just wants you—

You press kisses, and pepper reverent whispers into each battle scar and old wound. You sing hymns in every knot that clots under his skin until it's smooth again. 

It's easy to revere him in the same way he does you, and you worship each blemish on his body until adamantine sapphires melt into liquid blue lagoons. Until his shoulders sag, and the wrinkles in his forehead dissipate.

He goes willingly when you tug him into the tub, brows raising when you get in first, settling against the back. Price huffs, amused, a little bewildered, but he goes along with your demands, and sinks into your embrace. It's a little awkward, a little unsure. He isn't a man who allows himself these small moments of affection—its all saved for you. Not him, never him. 

But you persist. 

You've never held him like this—and with the way he tenses before liquifying with a groan into your arms, you wonder if anyone ever has. It cudgels into you. A small moment where you resolve, absolutely, to hold him like this more often. 

Price huffs, and tsks the entire time you wash him, telling you it isn't worth it, he can just shower, you don't need to go so far for me, love. 

It breaks you a little.

You press a kiss to his nape. "Shut up, and let me spoil you for a moment." 

The stutter in his lungs, the sudden silence—it's all an extension of just how brassbound and ironclad his resolve is, and how heavy he must feel to carry it all alone. Has anyone ever spoiled him before? Has anyone ever tried to rub the grit off with gentle hands, and a soft touch? 

(You ache at the thought.)

You nip his skin when he sinks down against you, eyes fluttering shut in a moment of contentment, bliss. He looks so young like this. So raw and vulnerable, and you feel the affection spume deep inside of you. Your unshakeable mountain of a man. 

Your head falls, forehead resting on this shoulder as you run your fingers over his worn, battered flesh. Each stroke to his skin is done with purpose, conviction. You touch him as if you could suffuse the heft of your love into his marrow where it will aerate in his heavy bones, and ease his burdens. 

He rumbles, a noise of pure pleasure, and you hug him closer to your body at the surprise that leaks into the grunt. 

He deserves the world and more—

"I'll make you feel even better when we're finished, love."

—and you plan on showing him. 

[multific]

Crushes

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Doctor!Fem!Reader

Summary: In which he has a crush on the Doctor and asks her out.

You were convinced army men were a different species.

Like Soap, tall, handsome muscular, funny and yet when needed to be extremely dangerous.

Price, funny, kind, and always knows what to say to you after a hard day yet he is a captain and rightfully so.

Gaz, the one who you barely saw in your infirmary, and yet you still met him many times. Gaz always made you laugh and he was a proper gentleman, and yet when needed be, he would shoot anyone with zero hesitation.

And then there was Ghost. The man is huge, you remember the first time he came to you after he got a gun shot wound. He walked in as if he only had a scrape while the bullet was still in his shoulder. He always had his scary mask on, or a mask on, never showing his face. 

Anyone who would do the jobs they are doing would be a troubled person but somehow you felt like Ghost was the most broken.

And yet, being so big and scary, he was still extremely kind and respectful with you, barely talked and yet said so much.

His eyes were truly a window to his soul. You could only imagine how he was on the battlefield. Given his huge size and muscles.

You only heard stories about the missions Taskforce 141 went on, you mainly saw the aftermath. Like Gaz's dislocated shoulder or Soap's stab wound. 

They were for sure a different breed.

A very sexy breed.

You were sure the danger that came with them was one of the reasons you felt like this.

But even you had to keep up the professional look.

Being a doctor, you had to be strong and professional. But then why did they make you into a shy teen as soon as they entered? 

Simon especially. 

Now, you did hear other women at base talk about him and the things they would do, so you knew you weren't alone in your crush. But even so, you needed to stop.

Men like him don't go for women like you, they are basically married to their jobs. No relationships.

You knew your place. And so, you never went over the line.

"Hi Doc,"

"Jesus, Johnny, giving me a heart attack so early in the morning." you said as you placed your hand over your heart.

"It's 10 in the morning."

"Your point?"

"Alright, so just wanted to give you a heads up Lt and I are going on a mission."

"And you plan on getting stabbed again?"

"Of course not." he laughed. "But somehow, every mission Lt goes to, he ends up here. He's a big boy, and he never went to the infirmary unless Captain yelled at him, but now, he just willingly goes every time. So, just wanted to let you know." Perhaps Johnny was too oblivious to understand what he just said, but your heart skipped a beat.

Either he was coming to meet with one of the nurses. Or he wanted to see you. But you doubted he was there to see you.

He barely spoke so it had to be a nurse.

Johnny was right, after the mission both ended up in the infirmary, Johnny had a bullet wound while Simon got a dislocated shoulder which was poorly put back.

"Okay, so Johnny can leave if he promises he will come back tomorrow so I can change his-"

"I promise, Doc, thank you." MacTavish said as he rushed out the room. You could only blink.

"What's with him?" you asked Simon who only shook his head. "Alright, but you Simon, I need an X-ray, I suspect the reason your shoulder hurts is more than just a dislocation but when you put it back, you might have cracked or fractured the bone. So, I will have to ask you to please follow me so we can do the x-ray."

Simon followed in complete silence. 

"Can you please remove your shirt and stand facing me by that machine?" He did everything you asked. But your mind began to wonder as he wanted to pull his shirt over his head. But soon stopped and looked at you.

"Can you help? It hurts." was all he said.

"Oh, yeah, sorry, I thought you preferred to do it yourself." you really shouldn't let your mind wander as you helped him, of course his mask stayed, but you now had a better look at his body. Littered in scars and tattoos the man was fine as hell.

But you didn't want to use this situation to your advantage, yet you still couldn't help but feel warmer than a couple minutes ago. The fact that your fingers touched his skin when you lifted his shirt also didn't help your position.

You held the scan up before finally sitting down.

"Thankfully nothing serious. I assume when you put it back incorrectly, it must have hit a nerve and that's why it hurts more. Let's wait until tomorrow and see if it's better."

"Thanks, Doc." he said before he stood up and left. 

A couple days after, you still didn't hear from him or his shoulder. You assumed it got better, so you left it at that.

Not like you wanted to chase him down the corridors asking how his shoulder was. 

So, you just let it go.

One evening, you were working later than usual when the door opened. Thankfully it wasn't an emergency, only Simon.

"Simon, how's your shoulder?"

"All good." 

"Perfect, what brings you here then?"

"I saw the light was on and... you shouldn't be up so late." you looked at him, the black mask covering his face as usual, only his eyes visible.

"Yes, well, I have a lot of work to do."

"You should go and sleep."

"Thank you Simon, but I'll have to finish this."

"How long?"

"About 30 minutes." you watched as he sat down on the chair in front of you. "What are you doing?"

"I'll wait 30 minutes and then bring you to your room, you need to rest,  you look after our health, wouldn't want you tired and make mistakes."

Who were you to argue with him?

Instead, you just tried to finish everything up, because you saw him setting a timer.

"Time's up." he announced just as you closed the folder.

You made sure everything was put away before heading to your courters. 

"Are you sure you are okay Simon? Johnny said you  never went to the infirmary before but lately you come a lot." you asked as you two started walking, you didn't expect him to walk with you, but you weren't complaining.

"I'm fine, just wanted to make sure you are all good."

"Thank you, Simon."

You two arrived at your door as you turned and gave him a smile.

"Thank you again, have a good evening." you turned to open the door but he spoke up, making you stop.

"I-I was thinking...I have a mission but after if you are free, we could go for a tea or scotch or something?"

"Are you asking me on a date?"

"Yes." his voice was pure confidence, not like before. "If you want to, of course."

"I would love to, but I thought you liked one of the nurses?"

"Sorry?"

"Wasn't there why you came so often to the infirmary?"

"Oh, actually I went because of you."

"Oh. We can go for tea of a drink after your mission, but you have to promise me something."

"Anything."

"Don't get hurt too bad." you knew asking him not to get hurt at all would be a stretch, given his position he would most likely get hurt, even if just a little.

"Copy that, Ma'am."

You gave him one last smile before you headed inside.

Your heart was hammering in your chest as you couldn't help but smile for the rest of the week.

You couldn't wait for your date. So, as soon as you got the news that they were back, unharmed, you couldn't hide your excitement.

You waited for him to come through those doors and take you out as he promised he would.

And one day, it finally happened, he opened the door and you smiled at him.

"Ready?" is all he asked, all he needed to ask as you ran to him.

"Ready." you replied before locking the door behind yourself.

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Your One True Nemesis

Chapter 5: also on AO3 Masterlist Here Arkham!Riddler x Female!Reader, word count: 1.9k i've been saving this stupid pun for like 5 months so shut up about it and let me live ;-; 💚🔧 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: look i'm sorry i need to build up the lore and the relationship, you should have known there would have been SOMEWHERE that i had to put in shit about tools and i'm sorry about it

Your bed was comfortable, your room was warm, and the price for rent, having to spend every waking moment with Edward, was still surprisingly reasonable in your eyes. Although, not as perfect and wonderful as you imagined it might have been. A week ago, you would have willingly paid for this experience. Getting to work with the Riddler, Edward Nigma himself. Being around him, asking him questions, learning from him, having him take you under his wing, maybe developing a friendship or…

Whatever. It didn’t matter much now, because you realised that all wasn’t as rosy as thought. In the week since you moved in, you’d learned that Edward was indeed not lying when he had told you he was difficult to be around. You still hung on his every word, but unfortunately, most of his words were insults, condescending lectures, or various different ways of telling you to go away and leave him alone.

And where you thought you would be assisting with his amazing, at least in your eyes, inventions and projects and schemes, what it really amounted to was glorified maintenance work. And not maintenance of his machinery. You were in charge of maintaining Edward himself.

You cleaned, you cooked, and you managed his diary, paperwork, and orders. The things he couldn’t be bothered doing himself. That’s what it boiled down to. He tried to make it sound better than it was, that you were providing a service to him, allowing his brain to focus on the important things. But really, what it seemed Edward wanted, was a housewife without the emotion. An assistant, a cleaner, a personal chef. Someone to do the things he hated doing.

But you were learning a lot about him just for that alone. When you suggested that to him, however, he scoffed, putting down his tools and turning to face you to dish out your hourly insult.

“You’re entirely misguided if you even think you are capable of learning anything.”

“Mhm, yeah. I am though, so…”

You had resorted to being flippant in the face of his constant criticism, an easy task, since usually you were still deep down grateful that he was giving you the time of day.

“You’re only learning what I want you to learn. And you’ll only ever know what I want you to know.”

“Ok, well here’s a suggestion.”

He rolled his eyes and turned away from you, but you continued talking either way, knowing he would be listening.

“It might be worth you teaching me a little bit of something, anything, to be able to help a bit more. You know I’m capable of-”

“I don’t know that you’re capable of anything.”

“But you know everything about me… don’t you?”

“Yes, a small file to flick through I can assure you.”

“Either way! I think I can offer a bit more than just making your food like I’m a substitute mother.”

Facing away from you, Edward allowed himself a grimace at the notion, before he turned and pointed vaguely to the expansive and chaotic tool bench that sat against the wall on the other side of the work-space.

“Fine. You can pass me tools.”

“Oh… yep. I can… definitely do that.”

Rolling his eyes, he returned his attention to the machine he was fiddling with in his hands. You hovered awkwardly, palms beginnings to sweat as you waited for his first demands.

“I need the calipers.”

You mouthed a silent ‘fuck’ before turning to the bench and looking for what you could only hope was a caliper, or calipers, and your hopeful guessing was interrupted by Edward.

“While you’re there, get the panel hacksaw too.”

“Please!”

You tutted and sighed, running your fingers over the peg board of tools, gazing blankly at the ones that lay cluttered over the desk.

“I would like them now, if that’s not too much trouble.”

“Well, maybe if it wasn’t such a mess over here, I’d be able to find things easier!”

You were so wrapped up in your thoughts, so focused on picking the right two tools, that you hadn’t heard Edward stomp up behind you.

“Perhaps you are better suited to doing nothing. I expected you to irritate me, not to completely waste my time.”

He snatched up the tools from the desk, walking away from you with a disgruntled sigh. Embarrassed and deeply disheartened, you left the workshop, unsure if Edward had even noticed you were gone. You flopped down on your back onto the beaten up sofa, quickly flopping over and burying your head into the stale scented fabric and letting out a muffled scream. You were aware that this would be hard, but you hadn’t thought it would be this bad.

It would be ok though. You were prepared to work for this, so you would learn the tools. You’d study them. You’d know exactly what the fuck calipers were the next time he asked. So for the next few days, you dutifully cleaned up after him and provided him with sustenance, spending your time scouring the manuals scattered around the place and testing yourself online, your capacity for memorising useless pieces of trivia proving far more helpful in this scenario than you thought it might.

Edward slept, not for long enough, but for at least four or five hours a night between usually two and seven in the morning, occasionally sneaking in a nap in the afternoon. Knowing this, surprisingly adorable, schedule, you were able to get some alone time in the workshop, taking stock of the tools there. Your education culminating in a display of your knowledge. Reorganising and tidying the workshop while Edward slept, likely fitfully and in disgusting sheets before retiring to your own bed, dirty and exhausted.

Definitely still tired, having only been allowed a few hours of sleep, you were wakened by the sounds of Edward’s yelling echoing through your shared ‘home’. Dragging your aching body from your room to the workshop, unwashed, unfed, and still slightly unawake, you could make out his complaints the closer you got. Rounding the corner, coming into his view, you stopped in your tracks as he pointed his finger at you, scowling.

“You!”

“That would be me, yes.”

“You…”

He growled the word, dragging it out as he remained, unblinking, staring you down as though he were deciding when to pounce for the attack.

“What’s wrong?”

“You! You are what is wrong. You’ve touched everything, and you’ve hindered me yet again.”

“You just got up.”

“And I could already have achieved more than you will in your entire life had I been able to find everything.”

“Everything is in the same area as it was before.”

“But it’s in a different place, you fiend.”

“Well, what is it that you need?”

“I need my screwdriver.”

Smiling to yourself, the confidence visible on your face and grating Edward as he watched you, smug grin mirroring the one he often wore.

“You’ll have to be a bit more specific, Eddie. I mean, you have the Phillips and the torx, or the torque even. Flathead? Pozidriv? Hex? Square? Or perhaps you would rather the insulated ones if you’re working on something hazardous, which you always are.”

As you spoke, his face softened, mouth open slightly as he narrowed his eyes. Obviously impressed, but avoiding having to compliment your sudden gain of knowledge, he dismissed you with a grunt and headed back to the workbench to rifle through the drawers.

“Since you’re suddenly so smart, perhaps you might find it helpful to get the torque for me.”

Stepping beside him, you opened a drawer and handed him the torque screwdriver without breaking eye contact with him, offering him a genuine smile. Snatching it from you, he began to work on the machine he had been tinkering with for the past week.

Despite his refusal to speak to you for the first four hours of the day, short of him barking orders about what tool he needed, you had a sense that he was actually very pleased with you. Edward, who had let it slide that you had called him Eddie, surprisingly, was managing to work much faster. And you were learning so much from watching him, as you had hoped you would. Everything was coming together, at least sort of. Until you pre-emptively passed him a tool that you expected he needed.

“Oh… good girl. Can I get a wrench, too?”

“Th-th… thank you… I… the wrenches are… which one…”

You froze up completely, freaking out over how your body had physically responded to his compliment. That’s what it was. He had complimented you.

Good girl.

Shivering at the already embedded memory, you apologised.

“Sorry, Eddie- Edward! Mister… NIgma, sir. Wrench. Wrench.”

As you turned to look for one, you heard him snickering behind you.

“I won’t compliment you again. I can go back to the insults if it makes you react like that.”

You sighed, louder than you meant to. Eddie stood up, standing back and catching your eye, stretching his hand out to show you what he had been working on.

“Done. You can forget the wrench. I told you I didn’t need your help.”

Taking a long look at the large cube, you tried to pretend you knew what you were looking at, but instead opted for honesty.

“What is it?”

“It’s a trap.”

“A… trap… for who?”

“Who do you think?”

“Batman?”

“Of course. I intend to leave some clues around for him, perhaps some riddles. When he reaches his idiotic hand inside to get them, it’ll snap shut.”

You looked at the daunting and misshapen metal box, knowing that any reasonable person, let alone ‘the world’s greatest detective’ would surely avoid it.

“How do you know he’ll fall for that? Surely he’ll realise it’s a trap? Are you sure you can bait him so easily?”

You spoke out of genuine concern for him. Eddie was isolated, and you weren’t sure that he was completely in touch with the reality of what Batman was capable of, though you would never state that to him directly.

“Ah, sweet idiot. I am practiced at this, you’re forgetting. I’m somewhat of a master baiter.”

“Fuck, Eddie.”

Holding your hand over your mouth, feeling the sting of the tears as you stifled the explosive laughter, you could see Eddie’s cheeks reddening.

“Grow up and remove your mind from the gutter, you infantile, lowest common denominator, imbecile.”

He turned, stomping through to the living space, calling out for you. His aggravated growl echoing in through to you, loud enough over your giggling.

“When you are done being so easily amused, you should get on to making some lunch.”

Trudging behind him, you took a look back over the workshop, rushing to tidy away the small pieces left around before you headed back to your menial tasks, and no doubt a further insulting dress down from Eddie now that you’d put him in a mood.

For all that he was intelligent, he was still so socially awkward, often stumbling over himself in conversation. It was endearing, humbling him enough that you could see hope that you might break through to some slightly lower level than the façade of the Riddler.

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[Yandere] How the Liyue men mark you as ‘theirs’ (+ Childe & Kazuha)

The last post blew up so I thought I’d do a continuation! Enjoy ^^

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Xiao

Xiao becomes your shadow.

If he didn’t hate the idea of being in public so much, he’d be more open about his presence, but this much should be enough, right? You gain a reputation that you seem more exhausted lately, giving off very strange energies, but you can’t really wrap your head around it either. More often, you find yourself in bad luck, which only adds to your exhaustion, and when you are out all day long, you attract more than your fair share of misfortunes. Sometimes you almost get hit by a falling flowerpot; other times, the item you need desperately is all sold out everywhere. Nonetheless, you never get hurt, and once you go to sleep, your problems get solved overnight, much to your surprise. It’s a very strange time for you, but it finds its peak when some treasure hoarders seem to have it bad for you, a figure you have never seen before appearing out of thin air and ‘taking care’ of this issue as well. Much, much more bloody than you can stomach, unfortunately. Still, who are you to make a sound as the figure approaches you, hesitates before picking you up, and brings you back to your home? Xiao knows he shouldn’t be there with you; shouldn’t meddle into your affairs and taint you with his karma. But what can a man in love do? He wishes he could do more to let everything and anyone know not to lay one finger on his darling, but being your shadow is quite enough for the longest time.

Zhongli

Zhongli (unsurprisingly) makes a special contract with you.

It’s what he is best at, and he just so happens to help you out with it too. Zhongli has yet to grasp all of the human’s desires, but whatever you might fancy, there certainly is one way or another to grace you with it. Perhaps you are in an emergency situation, or maybe you just really want to be on top of your skill. But if you make your want to Zhongli’s mission, you are sure to go out of it successful. He really likes the time he spent by your side, studied your thoughts and actions. And when the contract finally ends, you will go out of it with positive feelings as well. That’s when suddenly Zhongli puts new ideas into your head, just so he can be with you a little bit longer. There is still so much you can archive with his help, and you know he will keep to his duty of fulfilling what you ask. But it has its price. And when the second contract doesn’t rob you of your savings, perhaps the third one will. Zhongli has so much patience and knowledge, yet he never gets annoyed with you - not when you are such a precious darling. You believe him when he tells you, “You need me.” Because why would you not? Zhongli never fails you. “One more,” he offers after you can’t pay the last contract. One more contract to pay off all the contracts, a truely merciful offer. You trust him. He’s been with you from the very beginning, he knows everything about your plans and was always determined to get you through everything. He never fails you. “One more,” you confirm, signing the last contract with him. The punishment is too cruel, this time, your endeavors have to pay off! Your money, home, everyone around you is already gone, and if it doesn’t work out, you won’t have anything to buy yourself out of this one. But you fail yet again. You couldn’t have fulfilled the requirements because Zhongli made sure through meticulously taking everything from you and finding grey zones to sabotage your efforts that there was no way you could fulfill this contract. He’s the one who knew best after all, right? So now, you have to face what you signed, see what the consequences are. And he? He gets to enjoy you indefinitely. Zhongli lets you read your contract as much as you want while you sit on his lap, have his hands explore you, and smiles as you despair over signing away your very being to him.

Tartaglia

Childe uses his influence on other people.

His reputation is already as bad as it can be, seeing he is not only a Fatui Harbinger but also an odd fellow out on the streets. That other people don’t really like him has never bothered him much, but it sure helps a fair bit when it comes to you, his little darling. Whatever he has to do to keep you by his side, he doesn’t back off until he gets what he thinks is in your best interest, may it be: paying horrendous sums of Mora to bring you on a nice date, intimidating businesses into doing what you want or they will get other problems than just a lost sale, or giving other suitors that get too close to you for his taste a good beating. Sure, people warn you about him, but at the same time, it’s in his hands if your life gets a bit easier or much, much harder. He’s already holding back so much to not lash out at you when you feel you can’t tolerant his presence anymore - after everything he’s done, nonetheless! - but you don’t know what kind of powers you are dealing with. No one refuses Childe in a world that only he owns, but if you want to fret a bit first, so be it. What if everyone suddenly turns on you? When no business will take your services or sell you their wares? What if everyone whispers behind your back and the Millilith receive clues about illegal things you might be doing in the safety of your home? Do you really think anyone would willingly want to be seen with you anymore? But no worries, the moment you come back to him, Childe will fix all of this for you. Even if the two options to choose from are like choosing between the devil and the deep blue sea, it will still show everyone where you belong to, and even better: Show you who you belong to.

Kazuha

Kazuha monopolizes you. 

Both literally and figuratively, you will be in his grip. It takes a while until one of your friends asks if there is any other topic than your new boyfriend that you could talk about. Don’t you do anything besides being by his side and listening to him these days? You didn’t even notice that the only thing on your mind lately is Kazuha, so much so, it does seem to be at a worrying degree. At first, you don’t really see the problem in it. You just found someone you like, and there are probably rose-colored glasses over your perception of him. But when he tells you that you are all he has, and he is so glad that you are in his life and giving it back some worth, it makes you feel special. In front of you, he’d let loose, let go of his composure and speak openly with you. No one else can do that for him but you. You are the only one he can do that with, and when he smiles softly at you, telling you he loves you, it’s almost too good to be true. It wasn’t your intention to fight with your friend that day, but just because they don’t know him like you do, doesn’t mean they can just be mean and say they are getting red flags from how he makes you only be with him instead of how you lived in the past! At least Kazuha understands when you come back upset and miffed, holds you in his arms, and tells you that he’ll always be there for you, just like you are for him. It’s such a bittersweet thing to lose a friend, but even if you lose all of them, Kazuha will still be the one that always greets you back with a warm embrace and confessions of love. He really is the only one you can always rely on, even if that means he is the only one you have left around you. That just means he will get even more of your attention, instead of you dividing it on so many others and your hobbies. Instead, it’s all Kazuha, just like he wants.