#meanwhile he's putting his love of heights to work

[whitherwanderer]

Galena, a Rusty Reforger & Pyrite, a Deliberate Deadeye feat. @shroudandsands

In one of worlds fourteenfold, a hyune reforger scales the crags of Alexandria's cliffs and ruins in search of precious electrope, artifacts, and other reusable materials. A scope is trained on him, a voice in his ear, coolly reminding him to watch his footing (as if it needed to be said).

The spotter is an ex-hunter who keeps the levin-cursed monsters and defective sentries off his back with a careful eye and a dead aim. She's also his wife, which makes it that much harder for her to watch him test his scavenging prowess over the deep canyons and crumbling spires that scar the land. Trust him as she does, she has her reasons to be wary.

Galena's methods are unusual. Instead of combing the ground, he climbs. The old kingdom's ruins hide valuable artifacts and electrope caches that would be out of reach for most, but more worrying is his choice not to wear a regulator despite the many obvious dangers. Among the reforgers, it's not wholly unusual for someone to refuse a regulator, but those who know the two hyune know well: it's not a choice made lightly.

———

Deep in the heart of Everkeep, Pyrite stalks the alleys of Solution Nine with a portion of the materials her husband gleaned from the old kingdom. It's how he can offer his support for the organization Pyrite now dedicates her time and talents to.

And an ex-hunter always finds ways to keep herself sharp; sentries vanish, dismantled and sold for parts in True Vue's less reputable markets. Weapons from the manufactories on the lower floors go missing and wind up in rebel hands. Credits grease the palms of the right people for the right intelligence and the doors of high clearance warehouses are left unlocked—by accident, of course.

As an agent for the rebel group Oblivion, the regulator Pyrite wears is a compromise allowing her to take advantage of Everkeep's systems while avoiding suspicion. But for all its conveniences, the regulator is also a grave reminder. Should Galena's hands ever slip, all she'll have of him is the recordings and images hidden away on encrypted data shards—assurance that they'd keep their promise never to forget again*.

———

No mourning, and yet no relief from the aching holes in their memories. All they have is the hints of a loss whose shape they can identify by feeling around its dark edges: an empty room, a closet full of clothes too small for either of them. A name that Pyrite herself chose, always lingering in the back of her mind but slipping through it like a sieve. An image of shade—a face that Galena chases through dreams and wakes up with no recollection of.

Loss enough to take immortality and toss it into a canyon. Pain enough to use that immortality as a weapon against the system that stole from them something so precious it becomes their reason and their resolve. Something that would be worth dismantling a miracle. *OOC Note: This was drafted before the Arcadion raids came out, which answers a critical question I had about the regulator mechanics. A person wearing a regulator will, in fact, remember someone who does not wear one after their death. So that final bit in Pyrite's section is wrong! Oh well.

[yikesmary]

MARRIAGE — jeon wonwoo x reader

summary: where wonwoo’s nightmare is coming true.

notes: yours and wonwoo’s relationship isn’t the focus in this. but you guys are married and have a daughter together!

I might create a whole series where I write drabbles/one shots of seventeen as fathers. I have some ideas of what to post, however, I’ll accept requests. this one just popped into my head today and I wasn’t able to get it out UNLESS I actually wrote it. enjoy!

“Daddy, when did you know you wanted to marry Mommy?” Yours and Wonwoo’s daughter asked.

Wonwoo stopped at the sound of the question, and turned to her, who was peering up at him curiously. He stopped cutting the apples she asked to make him and kneeled down at her height. “What’s the sudden question for, Love?”

Your daughter shrugged, “I’m just curious,”

“Well, since you’re asking, I knew I wanted to marry Mommy because I love her so much and I didn’t see living my life if it meant I didn’t have her in it,” Wonwoo said.

“Even if you guys become old and wrinkly?” She followed up, her nose scrunching at the thought of her parents being wrinkly.

“Especially if she’s wrinkly, because that means we’ve been loving each other for so long,” he answered, pinching his daughter’s cheek gently.

Your daughter hummed, seeming deep in thought. Her eyes then lit up and announced, “Daddy, I have to tell you something and you can’t get mad,”

Wonwoo raised his eyebrow up at her words but said, “I’ll try not to,”

“I have decided I’m gonna marry Uncle Gyu!” She exclaimed.

Wonwoo swore that right then and there he was going to drop dead in the middle of the kitchen. Who cares about growing old with you if your daughter was going to marry her Uncle Gyu. Maybe life wasn’t worth living at this point. Who cares at this point—

“Daddy? Are you okay?” your daughter asked, pouting in concern.

Wonwoo snapped out of his thinking and cleared his throat. “Why do you think you’re going to marry your Uncle Gyu, sweetheart?”

“I don’t just think I’m going to marry him. I know I’m going to marry him,” she corrected him.

“Well, why do you think that?”

“When I asked you about how you knew you wanted to marry Mommy, it’s like how I feel when I see Uncle Gyu,” she replied.

“You can’t marry your Uncle Gyu,” Wonwoo told her bluntly.

“Why not?” she asked, her eyes squinted and Wonwoo could already feel his defenses going down when he saw that there were little tears emerging from her eyes.

“First off, you still call him Uncle Gyu,” he pointed out.

“That’s because that’s his name,”

“We’re going to teach you about how names work one of these days,” Wonwoo sighed.

The sound of the door opening captured the attention of the father and daughter. “I’m home!” You exclaimed, and Wonwoo felt relief knowing that if anyone were to convince your daughter not to marry Mingyu, it’d be you.

“I’m back from the store and I ran into Mingyu! He’s here to say hi,” you added on.

Nevermind, Wonwoo thought. It seemed like you, Mingyu, and your own daughter, his flesh and blood, were out on a mission in order to send him into cardiac arrest.

Wonwoo saw as your daughter gasped in delight and ran out of the kitchen to meet you and Mingyu. He left the kitchen too, only to see that your daughter was already in Mingyu’s arms.

“What were you guys doing while I was gone?” you questioned.

“We need to talk,” Wonwoo said.

His statement raised eyebrows for both you and Mingyu. Meanwhile, your daughter was in a whole different world whilst in Mingyu’s arms. “Uh, okay, let’s go to the kitchen and Mingyu can entertain—”

“No, Mingyu’s involved too,” Wonwoo cut you off.

Exchanging looks with each other, Mingyu put your daughter on the couch and promised that he was going to play with her when he was done talking to her dad. You went to the kitchen, utterly confused on what was going on.

“You’re a traitor,” was the first thing Wonwoo said to Mingyu.

“What? What’d he do?” You asked.

“I didn’t do anything today!” Mingyu immediately defended.

Wonwoo turned to you, who he considered to be the voice of reasoning. “Guess what our daughter told me,”

“What did she say?”

“She wants to marry—“

“Aww, that’s precious! Is she at the stage where she wants to pretend—“

“She wants to marry her Uncle Gyu.”

“Oh,” was all you could say. None of the parenting books you and Wonwoo read didn’t exactly tell you how to deal with your child if they wanted to marry their dad’s best friend, so you were at a lost for words.

“You made my daughter think she’s wants to marry you! How dare you!” Wonwoo exclaimed to Mingyu, who looked lost at the direction the conversation went.

“Let’s not castrate Mingyu. Our daughter is a child, so she’s going to think she wants to marry anyone she loves, because she doesn’t know the difference between familial and romantic love. Also, it’s not like she knows what marriage means.” You reasoned with him.

Wonwoo relaxed at your words, his slight anger dissipating.

“Now, let’s go and play with her before she thinks her dad killed her soon-to-be-husband,” you joked and quickly left the kitchen.

Wonwoo and Mingyu were left in the kitchen and Wonwoo found himself looking at his best friend. “My daughter wants to marry you,” he told him.

“If I knew how I was making her want to marry me, I’d stop,” Mingyu reassured him.

“At least it wasn’t Soonyoung, I don’t want my daughter thinking she’s a tiger and marrying one,”

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[jgracie]

jason grace 🐺

send me a character + an emoji for a surprise! (closed!! please do not send any in) on the radio . . . our house (crosby, stills, nash & young)

if your younger self that out of all pets you could have with your husband, you had a wolf, you would’ve laughed in your face

being a greek demigod, one of the things that surprised you the most about the romans was the fact that they all started their journeys off on the same foot: training with wolves

in jason’s case, he might as well have been raised by them, since he was left at lupa’s house (sorry i forgot what it was called) at the mere age of two. naturally, being around wolves for so long meant jason would grow to have a soft spot for them, and you accepted this - to you, it was like how people could be cat or dog people

however, you forgot that cat and dog people tend to eventually adopt whichever one they’re fond of. so, when jason came home one day cradling a wolf he’d already named ‘astra’ in his arms, you were beyond shocked. once the initial surprise wore off, you noticed the love in jason’s eyes as he stared down at it and realized how he probably saw that wolf as family in a way he never saw his fellow demigods at camp jupiter

after that day, you became a family of three

“i know, i miss him too babe,” you said absentmindedly to the wolf that was whimpering at your feet. jason was due at work for longer than usual today, and although neither of you said anything to astra, she somehow knew (the two of you hadn’t discovered she had both your routines memorized to a t yet)

putting the knife you were using to chop vegetables down, you bent to astra’s height and scratched her height. she let out a sound of content as she leaned closer towards your touch, “jase should be back soon, don’t worry.”

as if on cue, your husband arrived in all his glory. as soon as she heard the key turn from the other side of the door, astra forgot all about your scratches and bolted towards it, slamming right into jason’s legs

“there’s my sweet girl! oh, i missed you so much! did you have fun with mommy today?” he said, laughing as she jumped around his legs. meanwhile, you crossed your arms, feigning jealousy but doing it terribly as a smile couldn’t help but make its way onto your face

jason took long strides towards you - gods, when was he going to grow out of the military way of walking he was taught at camp? - and wrapped his arms around your waist, raising an eyebrow as he pulled you closer to him

pouting, you said, “i can’t believe i’ve been replaced by a wolf.” jason let out a chuckle at this before leaning in and peppering kisses all over your face, ridding you of all plans of pretending to be upset

“hey, you know you’ll always be my favourite,” he said between kisses, “don’t doubt that, even for a second, even as a joke.”

[a-dogboys-sweet-lovers]

neuvie cuddles? fem!reader pls :)

Whoops, I got carried away and this is a bit long! (?) Anyways, general tags: sfw - cuddles - f!reader - established relationship - Neuv is being a workaholic again - Neuv calls reader "princess" and "love" - half dragon form Neuv (I am but a weak man)

It's nearing midnight; you've been quietly reading a book alongside your perpetually-busy Iudex, who, predictably, is still working on reviewing some cases. You frown slightly: immortal primordial being or not, Neuvillette, too, needs a rest. Unfortunately, there aren't many people that he would listen to regarding this matter; fortunately, you, being his lover and confidante, are one of them. Still, you decide to choose an indirect approach.

-Neuvilette, love? - you call out quietly, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.

He leans into your touch much like a cat, rubbing his cheek on your hand.

-What is it that my princess desires?

This is where you put on a bit of a show.

-I'm feeling so lonely... I know you're right here, but you're so busy all the time!

It's not entirely untrue; while you enjoy just exsisting alongside Neuvilette, quietly going around your day even if you two don't interact, you do miss the rare occasions when his attention is entirely on you and you only. Besides, he does need a rest, and as do you.

Neuvilette makes an apologetic face.

-I'm sorry, love, I know I've been paying less attention to you lately... What do you want us to do?

-May we cuddle for a while?

He plants a kiss on your hand and gets up, suddenly lifting you up into a princess carry, smiling slightly. You giggle, not quite expecting him to have done that. His rather impressive height and inhuman strength mean you practically weigh nothing to him, and he does carry you around a lot because of that, but somehow he still manages to surprise you every time he does.

-Do you want us to lay down, or...?

-Yes! To the bedroom, please, - you ask him in a mock-commanding tone, pointing towards your shared bedroom in a spoiled princess impression. That makes him smile wider. He carefully maneuvres you around all the doorframes and finally places you gently onto the big, soft canopy bed, taking time to shed some outer layers of his complicated outfit to enter a more relaxed state. Meanwhile, you fluff the pillows, making some sorts of a nest for you two. With an exhausted, but still somewhat content sigh Neuvilette plops onto the bed next to you and immediately throws his arms around you. In this position his head is on your chest, and you really want to pet him like an oversized affectionate cat. When you give in to your desires, you hear a purr - right. Dragons, it turns out, purr. Because Neuvilette sure wasn't perfect before. You smile, looking at your adorable lover, who under your hands on his scalp has relaxed into a semi-conscious state... Oh, wait, what's -

You feel something slithering against your leg, waiting to circle it. It feels strange,and at first you get startled - but then you realize: Neuvilette's tail. Your lover became so deeply relaxed in your presence, his human form shifted into a more natural semi-draconic form. And his tail wants cuddles, too. You giggle quietly, planting a kiss on top of your lover's head; your legs become entangled with Neuvilette's tail, and, fast asleep, he mumbles something resembling "my love", before his body goes completely slack against yours.

Well, you definitely don't mind cuddling him throughout the night, then.

[littlecrittereli]

Random WK Headcanon dump

Here's a silly list of headcanons I have about team Wild Kratts, in no particular order other than what comes into my head first:

Heights:

Martin and Chris are based off their real heights and I filled everyone else in based off how they look standing next to each other. I exaggerated Aviva and Koki's height a little bit, just for some variety.

Koki is the tallest at 6' (182.9 cm)

Martin is 5'10 (177.8 cm)

Jimmy is 5'9 (175.3 cm)

Chris is 5'8 (172.7 cm)

and Aviva is the shortest at 5'3 (160 cm)

Reference:

Ages:

Martin is definitely the oldest at 25

Aviva is 24

Jimmy and Koki are both 23, Jimmy being a few months older

And Chris is runner up at 21

The reason for the small age gap is because Martin was ultimately the person that put together the Tortuga team when he graduated college, and he picked students that were also close to graduation at the time. Chris would have just been starting college, but would join them upon graduation because of his connection through Martin. Other freshmen at the time would not have qualified for the research grant.

Birthdays!!!

Martin: Dec 23rd (he's a capricorn)

Aviva: Nov 4th (She's a scorpio)

Jimmy: April 20th (He's a taurus)

Koki: August 27th (She's a virgo)

Chris: July 19th (He's a cancer)

Identities:

(Disclaimer this is referring to the fictional Wild Kratts animated characters ONLY. Not the actual people they are based on.)

Martin: he/him, bisexual. But his preference is women.

He's probably had a handful of girlfriends and a couple of boyfriends throughout high school and college, but unfortunately had too big of ambitions to settle down with anyone.

Aviva: she/her, bisexual. She doesn't have a preference.

She has probably been on like... 2 dates max. She has always been much more focused on her education and bettering her inventions than dating. Her only standard for a partnership is someone who can keep up with her intelligence. Or at least someone she can learn from and grow with.

Jimmy: he/him, straight.

He literally does not care, but he would probably kiss a man if the opportunity arose. Had a girlfriend in kindergarten and they spoke twice, but since she moved schools and they never officially broke up, he's still technically off the market.

Koki: she/they lesbian. SHE LIKES WOMEN

tried to date a man. regretted it. Has probably been in a couple semi-serious relationships, but didn't work out for various reasons. She's content to focus on her career for now but someday would love to be a mom.

Chris: he/they aroace

only proclaimed to have a crush on a girl in high school because everyone else was talking about crushes and he didn't want to feel left out. Doesn't really like to be touched in general. Would rather cut off his hand than be forced to hold someone else's in a non platonic way. When someone has a crush on him, he does not know how to respond so he literally just ignores them.

Silly Stuff:

-As a zoologist, Martin knows more about animal behaviors, classification, and identification. Meanwhile, Chris as a biologist knows more about the anatomy and general science of animals. For example, Martin would be able to explain the reasoning behind a firefly's glow while Chris would be able to explain the chemical reaction that makes the glow possible. And they are constantly sharing and learning from each other as well.

-Chris has glasses, he just doesn't really use them very often. They would get in the way of creature adventuring so he only wears them if he's reading or something. They aren't super crucial, it just helps with small words.

-Game nights are VERY serious on the Tortuga. Jimmy is suspiciously good at card/board games. He pretty much always wins. It's to the point where everyone else is on a team against him. Sometimes he lets them win and it has sent the entire team into a fight. Sorry has been banned in the Tortuga because of this.

-Koki's a huge theatre nerd. She participated in plays recreationally throughout high school, and will often hum or sing while she's doing a task.

-Martin plays the guitar and has a mediocre singing voice. It's nothing spectacular but he can carry a tune. Sometimes when the Tortuga is parked somewhere remote for the night, they will make a campfire and sing a few songs.

-Aviva has roller skates built into her shoes (SIDE NOTE: This is something we see very often in season 1 but they seemed to have forgotten about it??? or retconned it??? BUT I HATE IT BECAUSE THEY WERE SO COOL PLEASE BRING BACK THE ROLLER SKATES)

-Martin is a terrible driver. (The oldest sibling curse) He knows he's a terrible driver, but pretends he's not. Chris will usually try to take the driver's seat to prevent Martin from driving, but sometimes Martin beats him there. Will deflect any evidence of him being a bad driver. "That curb shouldn't have been there" Someone please revoke his license, he's a danger to society.

-Jimmy is definitely the best cook out of all of them. He makes food for the team most of the time, unless they are on a longer flight and he has to pilot. Koki and Chris are pretty competent chefs "Just read the recipe it's not that hard". Martin's basically limited to ramen noodles and microwave mac and cheese. Aviva, try as she might, can NOT cook. She will BURN water. (she always overcomplicates the recipes by trying to utilize an invention or something)

-Koki likes to crochet. She likes to keep her hands busy so whenever she's doing a rather boring task, like monitoring for bad weather/villains while the bros are out, she crochets.

-Jimmy gets insane jet lag, and since they are bouncing from different time zones all the time, he can never really catch up. Not to mention he has to stay up for irregular hours to fly the Tortuga. This is why he's always napping, and why the others usually leave him alone to sleep unless it's important.

[lilyginnyblackv2]

Buddy Daddies and Existing Outside of Social Norms:

I love how all of the named characters in Buddy Daddies has something about them that places them outside of societal norms. Some of them are more integrated into the regular systems and flows of society to some extent, but others are very divorced from it.

1. Kazuki, Rei, Kyutaro, and Ryo: They all work within an organization centered around assassination. 

We don’t know as much about Kyutaro and Ryo yet, but facts like how their names (either last name in the case of Kyutaro or both their first and last in the case of Ryo, seem to be aliases, due to them not existing at all or in the way they are written and read phonetically, also adds to this).

Meanwhile, Kazuki didn’t grow up with his parents. It seems he was a child who was part of the system. Many of these children often slip through the cracks.

And Rei...Well, Rei grew up within a hitman-based organization and did not have a normal childhood. We don’t know much about Rei’s past yet, but I wouldn’t be surprised to find out that Rei didn’t get much traditional schooling (and therefore no traditional socialization) either because of this. We’ll have to wait and see on that though.

2. Misaki, Carol, and Dorothy: All women who work within the adult entertainment industry. This is an industry that faces discrimination in Japan still (for example, during the height of the pandemic, adult entertainment workers were excluded from the Covid Aid Package, thankfully, there was public pushback on this - link to an article discussing this topic will be in the comments below).

Misaki is also a single mother, which means she exists outside of the heteronormative “nuclear family” structure. Her being shown as a resentful mother is also something outside of the norm that is often presented of mothers in media (in general).

Meanwhile, in regards to Carol and Dorothy, we can see that Carol has darker skin. She may have naturally darker skin or she could tan her skin. Regardless, darker skin is often looked down upon on women (or fetishized due to the connection it has with the Gal street fashion, which is a whole other can of worms). And Dorothy’s two-tone hair makes her stand out instantly. 

Their names are also non-Japanese. They could be fake names that they use to sound more cutesy and appealing to customers (and for safety), but this could also be an indicator that they are biracial, which also makes them stand apart from “the norm” of Japanese society (despite the fact that number of biracial children in Japan is growing more and more with each year).

All of this is speculation that we may or may not get any further clarification on in the future regarding these two characters, regardless, their line of work and how they choose to express and present themselves makes them stand apart from the rest of Japanese society on some level.

The rest I’ll put under a Read More.

3. Yuzuko and Karin - Now, we don’t know much about Yuzuko, but her marriage to Kazuki instantly placed her outside of normal society, due to the nature of his work. 

And Karin states that she wants to study fashion abroad in France. The number of Japanese living permanently abroad is at a record high currently (as of 2023).

Her desire to learn and study abroad is an example of someone in the cast physically leaving the system and society in place in Japan. It’s for study, but it still shows her having a passion that requires her to exist outside of Japan.

5. Miss Anna - She works in childcare, an accepted field, and doesn’t have anything about her outward appearance that would set her apart (no tan skinned, no dyed hair). However, she isn’t skinny and that does set her apart from what is viewed as “normal” society. 

Being overweight in Japan is still viewed as rare, even though there are plenty of Japanese people who aren’t thin, however, the stereotypical image in society is still attached to thinness. That means Miss Anna exists outside of the societal norm. She won’t be able to walk into any clothing store in Japan and have any and all options available to her and there are also likely other issues that she faces in society because of her weight as well, that others simply would not, doubly so since she is a woman.

4. Miri - She is the product of a mistress and mafia boss. Her father was associated with the underworld part of society, and her mother is in an industry that is discriminated against (on a governmental level as previously noted). Now, she is living with Kazuki and Rei. She has always been in a family structure that was against the societal norms of the heteronormative nuclear family, but at least with her mother they shared a name. 

Whether Miri was registered under a koseki (family register) or not is unknown. But given the situation, it is possible she’s not or wasn’t. We don’t know exactly what Kazuki did for the forged paperwork to get her into daycare. But we do know that they all kept their own last names and that one of the themes the series wants to focus on is a “bloodless” family. So having a family set up like this and having Miss Anna point out that they all have different names, could be a social commentary on the koseki system, since it is so heavily tied to blood relation. (This is something I saw someone on Twitter mention).

Of course, we still have a number of episodes to go, so who knows how they will continue to handle Miri’s status in this regard, as well as the role of her mother, and if we will learn any more of how the relationship between Kazuki, Miri, and Rei is presented in the forged papers. 

We know that the “story” they are telling everyone is that Miri is a relative’s kid. Now, we know that Buddy Daddies takes place in Fukuoka, but what city isn’t made 100% clear (as of yet, as far as I know - if someone does know though, please feel free to share!). One city in Fukuoka, known as Koga City has a (ファミリーシップ) “Familyship” system in place (this is a system that allows same-sex households with children to be viewed as actual “families” and therefore have more access to rights, benefits, and tools that can help with childcare that a simple Partnership wouldn’t allow them access to).

In that system, the child in question has to be related to one of the people in the Partnership, either through birth or adoption (but in Japan, same-sex couples can’t adopt kids and adopted kids must change their last names to that of their adopted parents because of the koseki system). Miri could be viewed as being fostered by Kazuki and Rei, since same-sex couples are allowed to foster, but that still wouldn’t qualify them for the “Familyship” system. I’ll link to the Japanese page for Koga City that goes over the “Familyship” system for anyone interested. It also goes over the Partnership system too.

Anyway, given the nature of this series and how its focus is basically on found family and a bloodless family, I wouldn’t be surprised if Kazuki didn’t place them in a Partnership or Familyship and they are just existing as is. It would be the least “realistic” aspect of the more realistic child-care/SoL aspects of the series, but that may be due to the message they are trying to make. 

Of course, the above is all based on pure speculation, since we just don’t know the details of any of the forgery paperwork stuff. But, definitely some food for thought at the very least, and fitting for the “outside of normal society” message they have going on with all the characters thus far.

[pouralaura]

pinned post: writing

spoiler alert: most of it is about the devil guy

my take on Raphael is very whimsical and indulgent; I like to highlight his flaws (pride, namely) and his weird idiosyncrasies. I generally write him with some more borderline taboo proclivities and as a bit of a fetishist because, to me, that's decadent and indulgent and the height of whimsy and core of his character. my Tav (both the faceless version I use in my longer fics and my own Eris), meanwhile, is also very prideful, but she's extremely self-aware and in her own head about it all the time. she finds Raphael pathetic and endearing and incredible; Raphael finds her to be his perfect vice. they're absolutely apeshit about each other in everything I write and they're both big time switches

asks open, prompt fill requests are more than welcome, and I am always open to taking comms through DM here or on twitter!

fic links below (all explicit, please heed the tags when you get there):

who will burn who: a university AU in which Professor Raphael and his favorite student have a Mutually Pleasurable Arrangement (read: he gets her off during his class and she gives him her underwear which he then enjoys thoroughly)

teeter: an exploration of Raphael and Tav in Act III and how they're far too proud to admit their feelings for one another, even when things escalate and become extremely sexually charged between them

I won't speak of love: a oneshot focusing on Tav's indecision and dislike for playing the hero, where her time with Raphael is the only thing that makes her feel normal and in control of something for once

your pout or your fist: a VERY silly pre-relationship oneshot in which Raphael taunts Tav with a portrait of himself and Haarlep in Tav's likeness and she gets extremely salty and horny about it

Indulgences: a theatrical and dramatic oneshot where Raphael and Tav enjoy a little priest and confessor punishment roleplay teehee

tomorrow means nothing: a white lotus AU where Raphael is a hitman and Tav is a pretty young thing who can't stop running into him on vacation

debasement: this one is feet. I wasn't kidding about the fetishist thing. but it's not about the feet, it's about the indulgent whimsy of it all and how Tav embraces it and indulges him in turn. give it a shot I swear it's actually really fun

other stuff:

if the shoe fits: a lil Astarion x Tav fic that was literally just an excuse to put a pretty man in a corset and thigh-high boots and write about him using said boots in extremely explicit ways

tumblr-exclusive ficlets:

reflection (my Eris x Raph)

hold your applause (potatocrisp's Zarra x Raph)

anyway, hope you enjoy!

you can find me on twitter and ao3 at the same @.

[anderscim]

bagel’s drdt death predictions but they’re all based on character relationships and assumptions (lots of assumptions)

//spoilers for drdt ch1 + ch2 pt. 1

//long, long wall of text warning (nearly 4k words am i right 😭)

i mean, the title explains it all.

there’s really nothing else other than my unhinged predictions which will likely be wildly incorrect compared to the actual outcome in DRDT

so, as always, take this with a grain of salt

alright, let’s get straight into it.

arturo and j:

obviously these two have a… very interesting dynamic. they’re constantly at odds with each other, and this worsened especially after arturo found out about j’s family through her secret.

arturo is following j around and she hates it. arturo constantly crosses j’s boundaries, idolizes her, places her in his own “perfect image” that she doesn’t want to be a part of, and she (justifiably) hates it.

meanwhile, arturo sees j as one of the “beautiful people” that he idolizes and tries to get close to in order to improve his self value, possibly in an attempt to resolve his own insecurities. (okay i don’t think i’m gonna talk about this later so i’m gonna say it now. but based on the fact that arturo seems very attached to “societally valuable” things and people (major brands, celebrities, etc.) and the fact that he instantly pushes away things he sees as “ugly,” arturo may actually be trying to preserve a certain image of himself and/or his ego by surrounding himself with valuable things—which could be due to holding some sort of insecurity that he can’t be as “valuable” as others without those factors surrounding him constantly. maybe because he sees himself as “ugly.” just a thought. not justifying his actions though. idk)

but though i love j with all my heart… i’m very, very scared that she’s going to be the culprit for this chapter.

except for the possible motive, there’s actually a suspicious amount of logical conclusions and reasonings one can make that point to j being the culprit.

this isn’t my post, but i’m going to put this here because u/Difficult-Parfait627 on reddit explained the logic significantly better than i could have:

i also saw some theories on j’s secret weapon (the remote) possibly opening trapdoors that only she could access, so that’s definitely another possible advantage.

aside from that, i find it intriguing that MonoTV makes specific mention of this detail regarding the playground:

it would be very, very interesting if this proved to be foreshadowing of some sort regarding arei’s murder. whether it would just be the height of the room that plays into a factor of the case, or the fact that the movie screening room and the playground are only separable by a single wall, or both—that, i don’t know. but seeing multiple prevailing theories it could be possible that this is more important than we think.

not only this, but during the trial j constantly pointed fingers at many people and jumped from suspect to suspect—which is exactly what min did as well, and might be an indication that j is desperate to pin the crime on someone else.

though i’m probably wrong

revision: the following is… likely incorrect (_ _;) i’ll keep what i originally said here for the sake of it, but just know that arturo is more likely to double down and shun himself even further from any guilt if this theory proves to be true. here’s a reblog chain ft. @/aquariiium that explains it really well!

but if j is the culprit for this case, it could actually lead to character development for arturo. after all, if j gets caught, he would probably blame himself—if he didn’t get so worked up over eden and the reveal of his secret, if he didn’t let j overhear the conversation—she might’ve not committed a murder. i think he might feel intense guilt that he let j die—especially since he’s so (unhealthily) attached to her.

don’t know man. just trying to give him redeeming qualities here lmao

essentially, i think j might die this chapter as the culprit for arei’s murder, and arturo will survive for at least the next few chapters. whether he’ll be a victim/killer in the last few chapters i’m unsure about at this current moment, but bear with me

side note: it would be absolutely cruel if whoever the killer is, they get a quiet execution in a way that reflects arei’s body discovery ;-; also tbh i’m probably wildly wrong about all of this. for you guys who say the true culprit is someone else (especially people who think it’s levi, eden, or whit), i see you and i do see why that’s definitely a possibility. take all of my theorizing with a grain of salt lmao

whit and charles:

(sorry i couldn’t find a proper CG for them haha)

ah, one of my favorite dynamics. i love these two so much

it’s cool to see how they’re actually quite open with each other now, compared to the beginning where they were established as near-total opposites of each other (mainly looks at the free time event)

but as it goes with many ships in danganronpa…they’ll probably end in tragedy. unfortunately

i believe i made a really brief analysis earlier on how whit deals with grief by completely deflecting his true sentiments through the use of humor, and i think as of now this still holds true. whit’s bottling up his grief, and sooner or later he’ll have to come to terms with it.

whit has developed an understanding for charles, though, and seems to be genuinely considerate towards him. plus, he’s willing to admit to any mistakes he makes and is very open about it to charles, which indicates how close they actually are

charles struggles with not only his hemophobia + necrophobia (fear of blood and fear of corpses/things associated with death), but with the pity from others that result from it.

he really, really hates being pitied. we actually saw this earlier in the FTE between charles and whit as well—he seemed very worked up with how whit was “belittling” charles to make teruko laugh. obviously whit figured this out, admitted what he did, and eventually became more considerate of charles’ feelings. charles notices this and decides to open up to him.

👆 this line is so cute btw

i think though, especially because they’re so close to each other it’ll really impact their characters when tragedy strikes. personally i’m more scared that charles is going to die (as a victim) because plot-wise it would force whit to come to terms with his grief—the grief over not just his mother but the participants of the killing game—that he has pushed into the back of his mind for a long time.

but at the same time charles surviving is also definitely a possibility given his importance in the plot right now—and not only that, if whit dies, i think he would have a clear moment of feeling ashamed of himself for not even being able to look at his partner’s body and being unable to come to terms with whit’s death until later.

either way, one of them is definitely doomed to die, and the other is probably going to be a survivor.

for me, regardless of who bites the dust, they’re going to be a chapter 3 death. i personally believe this because it would give both of them time to cope and face their grief in their respective character arcs over the next few chapters—but also because i think chapter 4 is going to be surrounding a separate character dynamic.

nico, ace, and hu:

yes, it’s the “two people who absolutely hate each other and the one person that stands in between” trio.

as already established within the series, nico and ace hate each other. i don’t even need to put screenshots as proof—plus nico literally attempted to murder ace.

and by the way, for those of you who said other people manipulated nico into doing it, i think that would be very contradictory with what the series is trying to get at. nico is their own independent person—and they’ve tried to solidify that fact. this specific murder attempt was to probably establish that nico has their own limits, despite how much they are infantilized by others. if it’s true that someone manipulated nico, i feel like it would… just take away from nico’s individuality and turn them into someone to be pitied upon.

not only that, even nico established themselves that they have a tendency to be agressive.

there’s not much to analyze here, but it definitely is a strong indication that nico does have their own limits and will not act all innocent-like if those boundraries are crossed. it’s interesting though, because this kinda makes nico a foil to ace. while ace is “all bark and no bite,” and/or accusing and insulting everyone 24/7 but never acting upon it, nico is the opposite: not the type for words but will genuinely act if they are pushed hard enough.

i genuinely think nico attempted to murder ace on their own accord. plus, it would fit perfectly with one of the themes from this chapter

anyways—though i’m not going to condone her for infantilizing nico—there’s one person who’s kinda been keeping both of them in check. (or moreso, keeping ace in check) quite literally, hu defending nico, despite the fact that her way of doing so was really flawed, temporarily stopped their conflicts with ace from escalating in a short amount of time. at least until ace almost got murdered though.

the thing is, hu sees things in black and white. she trusts a little too much into nico and she thinks they desperately need to be protected. meanwhile, she essentially antagonizes ace, and didn’t seem to attempt to sympathize with the fact he almost got murdered. she didn’t make many attempts (especially during the second chapter) to genuinely understand their “grey areas,” instead jumping to what she knows. and… it’s understandable why she does this, but regardless, it’s one of her greatest flaws. however, that flaw is exactly what humanizes hu. she cares immensely about others, even if that means trusting them too much. she puts it on herself to help anyone she can. she wants others to rely on her, even if that means she inadvertently forces the role of “the damsel in distress” onto them as a result. though it doesn’t exactly justify her actions, i felt it was still important to bring up. (by the way i actually like hu, plus i love the concept of a really flawed but sincere mother figure. i don’t hate hu at all lmao i think she’s a really good character)

especially as of ch2 ep11, hu seems to show possible signs of change after getting called out by david. his so-called “betrayal” (by throwing hu’s personal impression and expectations of himself out the window) might begin a development arc allowing hu to see past her… i guess… her biases.

but, i’m scared that hu’s character arc would end (whether abruptly or gradually) in the middle of the series, rather than continuing to the very last episode of DRDT—and that she’ll get killed/executed before she can truly develop and leave the killing game with a new perspective.

additionally, as far as i can tell i don’t expect nico and ace to ever make up during the killing game—because in traditional danganronpa, that never seems to be an actual occurrence. not only that, but the whole tension surrounding their situation has already gone too far—neither of them will probably ever forgive each other after how far this conflict went (especially ace, who almost got killed by nico). i personally think hu, though the way she went about this was not exactly the best, acted as a “mediator” of sorts between ace and nico by throwing herself in and breaking up each conflict. if hu dies, their relationship will completely fall apart and their arguments will likely escalate past the point of no return—which seems to be a perfect setup for a murder case. personally i’d put hu as a chapter three death (regardless of victim or culprit), nico and ace’s dynamic escalating to a breaking point during chapter four, and either nico or ace dying in chapter four (with the other one surviving the killing game). my personal opinion as for who dies is nico, but mainly because i think ace might actually be a survivor.

ace and levi:

oh no i wasn’t done talking about ace yet, did you seriously think i would stop talking about him after all of that? plus i. didn’t give ace a proper character analysis in that previous section

ace and levi’s relationship is very unique as well. at first, ace and levi felt at least relatively comfortable around each other—which was really rare for someone like ace, who’s essentially scared of everything and holds many insecurities that prevent him from easily trusting people/processes/objects.

over time during chapter 1, ace and levi get closer to each other. ace develops a feeling of safety when around levi, since to him, he seems like one of the only few people who don’t just see him as a coward.

and that was true for a while, at least, until this happened.

this blog post by @thefandomenchantress explains the effects of levi’s dialogue here better than i ever could. go read this. please but essentially—the death threat is really important because it essentially shattered ace’s sense of security around levi, but the fact that levi out of all people called ace a coward really seals the deal for him. this is my interpretation, but ace probably felt that levi was more non-judgmental than the others and was also one of the few people that saw past his insecurities. so levi specifically targeting one of his largest weaknesses, probably hurts a lot.

not only that, but ace genuinely seems to believe that this is what levi actually thinks about him. though he focuses on the death threat here, i think it still holds true that he’s really paranoid of levi and thinks he actually hates ace, despite their dynamic in the first chapter.

on the other hand, levi regrets threatening and insulting ace in the first trial, and makes attempts to apologize and make up with him. he even asks teruko for advice here.

since ace is really insecure, it’s really difficult to make him actually forgive levi. ace’s paranoia makes him believe that others are out to “get him” and cause him harm, especially when it comes to people who bluntly pointed out his insecurities in the past. and as a person who genuinely hates those parts of himself and wants to get rid of his paranoia, it makes ace act really aggressive when people begin pointing out those issues again. after all, they’re reminders of what he thinks he is.

👆this quote is actually from an earlier point, and is ace talking about why he still races despite being scared of horses. but it’s representative of how he hates his own reputation and his insecurities that are connected with it—which he desperately doesn’t want people to see. that’s why ace is so aggressive. it’s because he feels he needs to bluff and act all “strong” to prevent people from targeting his insecurities.

the reason why i actually believe ace would be a survivor is because of some personal unhinged interpretations i have for chapter four. like i mentioned earlier, i personally believe that the current conflict between nico and ace will reach its climax during chapter four, which will likely also be a major part of the murder case during that chapter. and uh. if we go by traditional danganronpa patterns we know which character is probably doomed during that chapter (that is, assuming DRDT still follows a similar equation). though i admit the stereotype of “buff character dies during fourth chapter” is a bit overused—the thing is, if the conflict between nico and ace does actually reach its climax during that chapter, it actually makes sense relationship-wise for levi to play a major part of it. getting into major “this is probably wrong” territory here despite the fact that ace is currently distrusting towards levi right now, i think there’s still some part of him that harbors more personal feelings towards levi (whether that’s positive or negative)—i don’t think ace would be attacking levi so much otherwise. he probably feels like he was betrayed by levi, likely due to their changes in character dynamic during the first chapter. i also find it interesting how ace has always harbored a feeling of resentment towards nico—and i personally feel that this is because nico also reminds ace of one of his insecurities. they represent something that ace hates about himself, or they represent the antithesis of this insecurity—as for what specifically, i’m not sure, but it likely has something to do with ace’s paranoia. that’s probably why he attacks nico so much—because they remind him of something he hates about himself.

if both of them die, in the same chapter, i think ace would start doubting himself. all that would be left are people who have already seen how insecure he is. i think he’d lose his “purpose” and “relationships” in some ways, in that case—which would actually be a great setup to his secret quote: “i don’t know what to do with myself anymore.” ace markey existential crisis at 3 anyone /j

okay but. like. idk what i was even trying to say there. just take all of that with a grain of salt

okay, finally:

david:

(okay he’s literally just his own category at this point.) (i like to psychoanalyze him independently because i uh. have so much to say about him)

if you couldn’t already tell from my multiple theory posts about david, i have a considerable amount of interpretations regarding his character:

his current demeanor doesn’t reflect his true personality, but it’s not exactly like he’s a constantly optimistic person either

he’s not actually manipulating everyone into making the worst decisions. even his plan, though it wasn’t foolproof, was probably better than any of the options the cast had. however he did try to preserve his own image a little while presenting the plan since he’s trying to hide his depression

(both of those bullets are linked to other theory posts i made that elaborate more on these points)

either way, david is currently established as the “antagonist” character for this series, which was especially solidified after his breakdown in ch2 ep11. i think we all know what usually happens to the antagonist character in chapter 5.

however—david, unlike other canon danganronpa antagonists (especially nagito and kokichi from goodbye despair and killing harmony), has different motivations. rather than acting fully evil and/or cynical in an effort for the “greater good,” to me, he just… seems like he’s acting cynical and manipulative because that’s who he thinks he actually is. he’s playing a glorified version of his self-doubts and insecurities. so, to be completely honest, i think rather than him acting in a way to throw everyone off and ultimately end the killing game, i think david’s just in the middle of a breakdown and is acting suicidal. he’s actually pretty smart, so unless he was really emotional/desperate, i don’t think his lying would be as obvious as it is now. i think he honestly would’ve thought about it more (/lh) if he was genuinely attempting to end the killing game through lying and making everyone vote wrong. plus, we have already seen in chapter one that david doesn’t really… think straight when he’s emotional. we saw this during xander’s trial with the way he kept accusing teruko and thought she was the culprit despite the gradual accumulation of evidence that proved her innocence. (i think it’s general consensus that david actually did care about xander—and arei actually—and was therefore pretty emotional regarding their deaths, but i will make a post on that later if necessary.)

if david really is breaking down and acting suicidal in the second trial, i think it would fit if the plot decided to pull some irony and… y’know, have the one person who wants to die the most actually be a survivor. i really have no backing to this (and tbh i think i’m saying this because i want david to live LMAO), and i don’t exactly have any concrete evidence that establishes david as an antagonist character that doesn’t follow canon danganronpa antagonist traditions, but even then i still think it would be pretty cool if that happened.

god. this was. unhinged.

okay but watch me be entirely wrong on this lmao

i hope you guys could actually understand that entire wall of text because i don’t even know what i was writing halfway through also i didn’t put chapter 5/6 here because i literally have no idea what’s going to happen. it’s just going to be full of plot twists and i know it

i also didn’t exactly put a clear amount of killers/survivors so they don’t exactly. match up. plus i didn’t actually do a thorough analysis on veronika, rose, eden, teruko, etc so i’m probably going to have to go through those if i genuinely feel like doing a proper death order. (something is telling me rose and veronika are both going to get significant character development though, especially in the later chapters. we don’t have too much information on either of them yet (moreso veronika than rose) so i’m kinda waiting until we get more scenes to make assumptions about those two in particular)

but in summary:

j might die this chapter, arturo’s going to get significant character development as a result

no matter what, charwhit is absolutely doomed and one of them is going to die in the third chapter while the other is a survivor

hu will probably die in the third chapter, leading the conflict between nico and ace to escalate and reach a climax during the fourth chapter

(of course, this is assuming drdt follows traditional danganronpa and has a double murder during the third chapter. i’m not too much of a fan of the trope myself, but for the sake of organization)

nico and levi, who ace has the most personal (mostly negative) emotions towards at the current moment, will probably die during the fourth chapter leading ace to have an existential crisis and get character development (and will have to navigate his way to the end)

david is a non-traditional antag so he might die during chapter 5, but i personally see it more ironic and fitting to see him survive until the end seeing his current emotions and character

anyways.

i know there’s a lot of you who are significantly better at analyzing certain characters than i ever could so please please don’t hesitate to correct me if there’s an assumption i made that’s incorrect, and/or if you have anything i said that you could refute

plus i didn’t like. rewatch the entire series to make this i just had a long train of thought and searched for certain scenes that fit the most to what i was saying even if my assumptions weren’t correct

and as always. take this all with a grain of salt

(no but seriously, feel free to voice your opinions on this as well! i’ll definitely listen to them)

[archonfurina]

why do you ship neuvifuri? /g this ship is just lost on me because i didn’t read any of their interactions as romantic — i just wanna understand why it’s such a popular ship 😭😭😭

Hii okay so I don't usually like 'defending' my otp but because you seem to genuinely want to know I'll answer. But I'm also curious if you ship anyone in Fontaine because none of them had any romantic interactions. Least of all Neuvillette. But anyway, the following are my own opinions and I can't say if everyone else sees them the same way.

I put off doing Fontaine questline for months, because I had lost interest in Genshin so I missed all fandom reactions etc, I don't know how popular whatever ships are. When I finally played it, I was neutral about things until the final archon quest. When that Focalors cutscene happened with Neuvillette, my eyes kinda opened. I shipped them first before Neuvifuri. His openly shocked/upset/devastated reactions to her were something new, since he hardly emoted before and we hadn't really seen his feelings. And the way he talked about Furina to Focalors, with so much concern and care for her because she's only human with such a huge burden. So then I went on my other account and replayed the whole questline to record it for gifs, because I'd fallen in love with Furina and her story.

They ruled Fontaine together for 400 years. Furina called Neuvillette to serve as the Iudex (though it was Focalors' idea), and Furina taught him to love humanity and open himself up to people. He's like her familiar the way Dvalin is Venti's and Yae Miko is Ei's. Whether it's platonic or romantic, they're each other's most important person and they love and care for each other. In the AQ, Neuvillette becomes increasingly frustrated with Furina because she isn't letting him in and is being secretive. Yet he keeps closing his eyes (literally, in some cases) to Furina's pain, like he's done for hundreds of years.

Neuvillette is enchanted by Furina's performances on stage, and wanted her to return there in Furina's story quest, and said his appreciation of her was always genuine and he wishes she knew that. Even in his voice line about her he says if she were to return to the stage, he would attend the performance and give her his heartfelt applause.

He gave her a special vision, possibly the first vision since he gained his full powers. If you look closer, it has dragon claws on it.

In the AQ, Furina fooling the heavenly principles wouldn't have worked without Neuvillette. He forgave the people of Fontaine and together they prevented the prophecy. Even though it was all Focalor's plan, and Furina did the hardest part, if Furina hadn't made Neuvillette care for the people it wouldn't have worked.

Immediately after the AQ when Furina had to leave Palais Mermonia, he got her a new apartment, and he said he will provide her with food, clothing, travel, whatever she wants. Meanwhile Furina's voice lines say it's been a while since she went to the Palais and that she thinks it's better for the both of them. Ouch. She's even avoiding him in Liyue.

There's insane angst and potential for a tragic ship. Furina lied to him for centuries, and now thinks it's better if they don't meet. She was incredibly lonely yet she couldn't confide in him, her closest friend. She's now mortal as well, whereas Neuvillette is a dragon. So she can actually get hurt, and die.

Plus they're beautiful together. They have matching color schemes, height difference, they have amazing synergy in combat. Their in-game abilities complement each other. Like they were made for each other.

[marvelwitchergilmore]

Detecting Love

Summary: Loki x Fe!Reader -> You and Loki work together at a police precinct in NY, and you have had the biggest crush on him for ages. But when your life is put in danger, will he realise he feels the same way?

Disclaimer: Fluff, Angst, Pining, Taking care of the reader (not sexual), hurtful words shared, denial of feelings, acceptance of feelings. Violent crime cases mentioned. Slight inspiration taken from B99 (I couldn't find ACTUAL police sayings, so I used B99 - sorry for any inaccuracy).

If Loki had known that the minute you let your voice wash over the radio with those dreaded words, he would have told you his secret earlier. 

It had been a few years since the Asguardian God had come to Earth and been on such a mission that it led him to taking a job as a New York Detective which was one of the main reasons he decided to stay, even after his mission was over. 

This had been where he met you. 

At the time, you had just transferred from Boston. 

Boston in itself had been a big leap for you since you had planned staying home with your folks before getting your acceptance letter from Harvard and joining their police force as a Rookie. 

So, moving even further away was another leap. 

Yet, you didn’t regret it for a minute. 

Loki had been friendly, even in the beginning. 

You had been one of the very few female Detectives when you joined. And the only one with experience in solving and dealing with Homicide. 

Emily, the other female Lead Detective, although having experience in homicide, was more an expert in Narcotics and Fraud. 

That morning when you joined and were setting up your desk, he knocked on your office door and stood there in a freshly pressed suit, his hair away from his face and his shoes gleaming. All the while, a new case file was in his hand. 

He introduced himself and said he’d been assigned as your partner. 

You couldn’t have been more lucky after that. 

Over the years, you’d had a couple partners who were either too harsh with their title or not harsh enough. Some had tried to blame children for something that was completely out of their control. 

But never Loki. 

For all his moments of being “A God” - which came as a shock which you managed to downplay - he was kind. 

Genuine. 

One of your first cases dealt with a mother and child in danger. The moment the doors burst open, you made your arrest of the father before handing them over to a fellow cop and turning to the mother who was terrified, bloodied and crying on the sofa with the phone unhooked beside her. 

Meanwhile, you looked through one of the bedrooms and saw Loki put away weapon and kneel down. 

A girl, no older than 6, was cowering in the corner of her bedroom floor, already half-way under her bed. 

You watched as he lowered himself to her height, spoke softly and waited until she felt safe enough to come out on her own. Loki assured her she was safe and that she’d never be hurt by that man again. 

Once she finally did come out, she hugged Loki and he picked her up and carried her outside. 

He saw the look you gave him, questioning if everything was okay and he just nodded, putting his other hand onto the back of the child’s head as she cried her last few tears into his shoulder. 

That moment was almost three years ago, and things were still the same between the both of you. Though, perhaps, there was more of a deeper connection. 

Walking into the bullpen, you found Loki folded over one of the desks, fast asleep. 

Smiling a little, since it was rare to find him sleeping, you picked up a couple files and carried them over to his desk, piling the rest of his under yours. 

Placing a gentle hand on his back, you shook him away. 

“Loki? Hey, Loki. Go home. Get some rest.”

Slowly, he lifted himself from the desk and looked around, still half asleep. 

“I can finish up here. Go on, you head home. I’ll see you in the morning.”

He tried to protest until you told him once more that you were more than happy to finish up the rest of the paperwork and that if he didn’t leave, being a god or not, you’d personally drag him home if you had to. 

After that, he thanked you, grabbed his coat and left, but not before saying goodnight. 

It was at times like this that you were reminded of the harsh truth that Loki wasn’t with you. 

After a year into your friendship and partnership, you began feeling slightly differently towards him. You didn’t know what it was. There was no change in him, there was no change in you. But you began to develop feelings towards him. 

Feelings that left you mad at yourself for even feeling. Feelings that left you a little heartbroken at the end of every shift because it meant waiting more than 8 hours to see him again. And if it wasn’t 8 hours or more, that just meant something terrible had happened. 

Sure, you’d dated some guys over the last three years, but none had ever stuck around long enough. It was either your work hours, or it was Loki himself that they didn’t like. 

Either way, you returned home every evening to your Australian Shepherd, Zoey.

“Zoey! Zo! Where are you? There you are,” you smiled as Zoey came around the corner, clearly having been asleep on your bed…again. 

“Hey, girl. Hello. Oh, thank you.” Zoey gave you multiple licks across the face as she wagged her tail before running to the bathroom. 

“Just give me a minute. You can have a bath soon. I promise.”

 Feeding both yourself and Zoey, you put your plates into the dishwasher before grabbing the dog shampoo from under the cabinet and running a couple of inches of water into the tub just as Zoey jumped inside. 

Little did you know, in a week’s time, you’d hear a set of words which would send your heart into a thousand pieces. 

Everyone at the compound, apparently other than Loki himself, was convinced that you had feelings for the latter. 

Natasha had seen it when she happened to spot you and Loki together getting coffee. Tony, Steve and Bucky had seen it when they went down to the station to give a talk to the officers. Wanda, Peter, Sam and Maria had seen it when they met you in the park, one day, walking Zoey before she ran off only to jump up to Loki. And Thor had seen it every time he went to see Loki. 

Sometimes, he’d show up outside your door when he was looking for his brother because he knew, if he wasn’t at home, he would be at yours. 

That day, you both had been washing Zoey so when Loki answered the door, half soaked with water and you appeared moments later, seemingly in the same situation, Thor had gotten the wrong impression until Zoey then came running out of the front door. 

However, on this particular day, Clint, Natasha and Thor had appeared in Loki’s office. 

It had started out with the group sharing information and handing Loki a case for him to possibly investigate since, if he did it, it wouldn’t draw too much attention too soon. 

But it wasn’t long until the conversation turned towards you and the feelings they had told Loki you had for him, despite having no verbal confirmation from you. 

But this wasn’t the first time your “feelings” about Loki had been brought up to him. And, in all honesty, he was sick of it. 

So he put a stop on it, once and for all. 

Only, he seemed to mistime his rejection. 

“You don’t know for certain.” Loki told them.

“For certain? Jesus, Loki, the woman looks at you as if you’re her whole world! The last time I saw someone that smitten was Peter with MJ this afternoon - and those two are actually together.” Clint told him. 

“For the love of-!” Loki had to take a breath. “How many times do I have to tell you people? She doesn’t like me like that, and I don’t like her that way either! She’s just a friend! She means nothing to me. I don’t have, and never will have romantic feelings for her. She’s just a close colleague, nothing more.”

At the trio’s reactions to his comment, and Thor’s finger signalling to behind Loki, he turned and found you standing there and there was no denying you had heard him. 

She means nothing to me.

She’s just a close colleague, nothing more.

You could, and had accepted that he would probably never have romantic feelings for you. But that didn’t stop it from feeling like a stab to the heart which left a wound that would take a while to heal. 

But those words. 

She means nothing to me. 

She’s just a close colleague, nothing more.

They hurt the most. 

Because, even if you couldn’t have Loki’s acceptance in romance, you at least had him and knew him in a close friendship. 

But apparently that didn’t even exist. 

Something simply made up by your imagination, when it got caught up in avoiding romantic feelings. 

But rather than yelling, crying or fleeing the scene…you said nothing. 

Seemingly, you managed to hide your emotions from them all and mask them completely. 

Loki said your name, ready to apologise, but you just spoke over him, telling him what you had been ready to tell him when you walked to his office. 

“Rebecca called again. She’s got some new evidence for us at the hospital.” You handed him over the case file. “I was gonna ask if you wanted to ride down with me, but…I can see you’re busy.” 

You looked at the trio of Avengers and smiled. “Hi.”

They gave similar replies. 

“We were just consulting him on a case.”

Natasha elbowed Clint in his ribs to shut him up. 

“Oh, you’re really busy then. I can handle interviews this afternoon, you don’t have to worry.”

“Wait,” Loki called your name as you were about to leave. 

“No, it’s okay.” You told him with a smile. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll see you later. Bye, guys.”

They all said goodbye to you, watching as you walked back down the hall and towards your office. Within a few moments, you had your coat, badge and bag and stood at the elevator. 

“Well…that was awkward.”

Natasha stamped on Clint’s foot this time.

“Ow, what was that for?”

“You know.”

Loki pressed his head into his hands and groaned. “I’ve really messed up.”

“Yeah, no shit, Sherlock.”

“Fuck you, Watson.” Clint replied before he could shut himself up, which earned a glare from Natasha. “Sorry.”

For the next week and half, Loki couldn’t stop feeling guilty. Yet, you acted as if nothing had changed…almost. 

Usually, you’d invite him to get food with you at lunch or grab him lunch, already knowing his order. Instead, you’d work through lunch, running on a coffee or two. You’d still finish off some of his paperwork, but you wouldn’t look at him when you gave it back. There was no longer a crumpled post-it note on top telling him to go home and get some rest. 

And when you’d leave for home, there was no bright goodbye or bright good morning. If Loki himself, or another colleague, hadn’t physically watched you leave, he wouldn’t have known you’d gone home. 

It was hell. 

But everytime he tried to talk to you about it, you’d change the subject or bring it straight back to work. 

And when he asked you about Zoey…you just said that she was good. There were no more funny stories about what she had done when you took her for a walk in the park. There were no more little anecdotes from you or funny quips that you made on the job. 

He was now working with…a colleague. 

You were no longer his friend. 

The conversations between you and himself on the weekends slowly trickled away, turning into simple questions of; “Are you coming into work today?” and, “Have you got the ME record yet?”

Before he knew it, just over a month of this had passed and it couldn’t have been more torturous. 

And then you went on a date. 

You had gotten changed at work since the case had wrapped up early and you could actually make the date this time. 

Stepping out of the bathroom, you were dressed in a floor length emerald green, satin gown. A slit came mid thigh and your heels - for once - were not uncomfortable. Meanwhile, your hair, which felt like it took forever to get right, curled around your face just the way you wanted it and Loki, unbeknownst to you, couldn’t take his eyes off you for a moment. 

All Loki wanted to do was to turn back the clock to over a month ago when he said what he said and slap himself before he could even think of those words. 

Because you had never been nothing to him. First, you had been a partner, then a friend, and then a woman he wished he could have to himself. But that third one, despite the amount of times Thor and the others would tell him that you felt such romantic feelings towards him, he had no other choice but to ignore them. 

For one, you worked together. 

For two…he wasn’t aware about how deep his feelings ran for you when he saw that split-second look on your face after you heard everything he said and how much he missed knowing you, for what you did after work, to what Zoey got up to and even to the notes you’d leave him - even when they were, 95% of the time, about work. 

He missed you, more than he ever knew he could. Even when you were standing directly beside him. 

“Wow.”

You looked up to find Loki paused halfway from one of the other detective’s empty desks. His jaw was hanging open for a moment before he closed it shut. Slowly, he walked over to you. 

“You…you look…incredible.”

You looked down to yourself before finding the first ounce of courage in weeks to look him in the eyes. “Really? Thank you.”

“I-I mean it.” Loki paused for a moment again, taking you in. “Wow.”

“I…I have a date so I better…” you signalled to the exit behind you and Loki tried his best to snap out of the trance you had him in. Stepping back, feeling his heart shatter even more, he forced a smile and bowed his head, letting you go. 

“Enjoy!”

Loki didn’t get a minute of sleep that night. His mind was too busy thinking about what you were doing and if your date was treating you how he would, and if he was complimenting you in the way he would. 

The next morning, you stood smiling with Emily. Loki only heard a couple of comments from you about your date. But he couldn’t help but smile when he heard you at the end of the conversation, when Emily asked if you’d see him again, you said; “No. Brad was great and all, but…”

“But?”

“I don’t know. He talked about his ex quite a bit. And when he dropped me back home, he got a call and he seemed pretty happy about it.”

“Oh.” Emily sighed. “I’m sorry, hun.”

“No. Don’t be. Brad found his “one”. I’m just…I can wait a little longer to meet mine.”

“Well, in the meantime, I have a case for you.”

But, just as Emily was about to hand you the file, you heard your name being called into the Captain’s office, including a couple other officer’s names. 

“We have a hostage situation at the bank, downtown. I need you and these officers to go down there and get as many people as you can, out of there and to safety until SWAT arrives.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Once you left the Captain’s office, Loki made his way to Emily’s desk and asked if she knew what was happening. 

“I don’t know. Whatever it is, the Captain seems upset.”

But then they got their answers. 

“Listen up! We currently have a hostage situation downtown with live civilians inside. I have already assigned a team but I need everyone to be on call just in case.”

Before Loki or Emily could say goodbye and good luck, you were out of the building like a shot. 

Just over an hour later, the team returned, minus one. 

Loki called out your name until one of the officers came over. 

“Where is she?”

“She said she would walk back to the station.”

Both Loki and Emily knew it must have been a tough one if you had decided to walk back to the precinct. 

Only, after 15 minutes of Loki’s thumb hesitating over your phone contact, Emily’s radio came on. 

“All nearest available units and officers to 6th Avenue. We have an active shooter inside Jefferson Library.”

What followed were multiple badge numbers and officers names before those three, dreaded, words. 

Show me going. 

After the first five officers, with people tuning in and out, not really knowing the badge numbers, everyone recognised the sixth. 

“Y/L/N, 64952. Show me going.”

“That’s Y/N.” Emily said before turning to look at Loki who had been drained of colour. 

For the following two hours, Loki spent the whole time trying to distract himself from what could be happening to you. Every now and again, they would hear the sound of bullets flying and Loki had been restrained to remain at the precinct. 

He couldn’t double himself or transport himself to the library. He already had a case to work on and they couldn’t afford to possibly lose another officer, even if said officer was a God. 

When a third hour passed, Loki was ready to leave just as his Captain called him into the office, closing the door behind him. 

“Sir, with all due respect-”

“She’s in the hospital.”

Loki stopped in his tracks. “What?”

“From what they’ve told me, she’s okay. Just a little bruised. She took a bullet to the shoulder but the doctors have said she’ll heal up nicely.”

“Okay.” Loki didn’t fully know where to put himself. 

“They were going to call you, but one of the on-call officers alerted me first and I asked the hospital not to.”

“Why?!” 

Loki had been your emergency contact for three years, just as you had been his. They should have called him regardless. 

“Because you would have rushed down there and kicked up a storm that they didn’t need. Look, son, off the record, I know how you feel for our girl. We all do. It seems you two are the only ones not to know. But I need you to go down there now, and take her home. Stay with her all week if you have to. I don’t want her feet stepping anywhere near this building until she’s well enough to come back to work, at least at the desk.”

“She’ll still fight you on it.”

“Oh, I’m counting on it. But I need her to rest for this week. I’ll have Emily and a couple of the Rookies cover your cases in the meantime.”

“I can still come in to work, Sir.”

“Perhaps, but what happens the moment you leave her alone?”

Loki nodded. He should have thought. 

You’d do something that would probably tear open your wound again, leaving you out of work for longer than any of you want.

“You have a point, Sir. I’ll make sure she rests.”

“Thank you. You’re dismissed.”

By the time Loki arrived at the hospital, you were already sitting up in bed, trying to get dressed. 

“Need some help?”

Looking towards the door, you found Loki standing there. 

“No. It’s okay. I’ve got it.”

“I’m on strict orders from the Captain and the doctors, and Nurse Jenkins to make sure you don’t open up your wound.” Loki said as he walked towards you, watching you get frustrated at yourself. 

Reluctantly, you accepted his help and he pulled your jacket up over your shoulder before kneeling on the floor and helping you put on your shoes. 

“I can tie them myself, you know?”

“Without moving that arm?”

“Touche.”

Loki smiled, “Just stay still.”

A moment later, “There, all done.”

“Thank you.”

Loki watched as you went to pull your bag from the floor, but as you did, it slid away from you. 

“Loki!”

From the floor, where it now lay at his feet, he picked it up and placed the strap over his shoulder. 

“No. Like I told you, strict orders. I’d hate to break them.”

“You love to break them.”

“But somehow, this way is more fun.”

“Of course it is.”

Loki smiled, “Come on, I’m driving you home.”

By the time you both arrived at your house, Loki opened up the door and you walked in and kneeled down to pet Zoey who was taking extra caution when sniffing you and your new bandage. 

“I’ll make you some food, you must be starving.”

“I am, but, Loki. Please, you really don’t have-”

“What are friends for?”

“I wasn’t aware that we were.”

An awkward silence settled over the two of you. 

Speaking first, Loki said your name. “I’m sorry about what I said. I shouldn’t have said it. You have been my closest friend since I first met you. Know that I didn’t mean it. You mean a lot to me…more than you know.”

After a minute, you nodded. 

“Okay. But this doesn’t mean I forgive you for letting Zoey jump out of the tub that time.”

Loki smiled with a laugh. “Of course.”

“And I have some of those mini pepperoni slices you like in the fridge if you feel like pizza?”

“Sure.”

As you left to get into the shower, Loki busied himself with making fresh pizza. Though, his mind ran off with him as he thought back to the first time you taught him how to make it. It had been six months into knowing you and you had just  found out he was a “God”. But not only that, but that he was a God who had never made homemade pizza. 

So you taught him what to do. 

Perhaps that was where his feelings for you had started, without him realising. 

It had been the first time he’d seen you relaxed. You were both in your own clothes - not work attire. Your hair wasn’t in a bun, but rather a loose ponytail until after you finished your meal where you removed the bobble and let your hair down. 

However, just as he put the pizzas in the oven, he heard you call for him. 

“Everything okay?”

“I–” you huffed. “I need your help.”

“Okay.”

“Can you come inside?”

“A-Alright. Should I cover my eyes?”

“If you don’t mind.”

“Okay.”

Opening the door with one hand, Loki covered his eyes with the other. 

“I can’t get my top on.”

“O-Okay. What do you need me to do?”

“Just…here, hold onto this end.”

Helping him with the instructions, Loki held open your t-shirt for you and helped pull it down your arm and body until you said; 

“Okay, you can open your eyes now.”

Opening them, Loki gave you a small smile. “Everything okay? Wait, here.”

From down your back, Loki pulled your wet hair from out of your shirt. 

“I- I can help you dry it…if you’d like.”

“Sure. Only if you don’t mind.”

“Of course not.”

“After food, though. I didn’t eat at the hospital.”

An hour and half later, you were sitting in front of your desk and mirror with Loki brushing his fingers over your hair as the hot air from the hair dryer blew it back and forth. 

Soon enough, all though too soon, your hair was dry and Loki turned off the hair dryer. 

“There, all done.”

“Thanks.”

From your desk, you remained seated whilst Loki walked backwards and sat on the very edge of your bed. 

“About what I said that day-”

“Loki, please…you don’t-”

“Yes, I do.”

“No. I-” you looked down at your hands for a moment before looking at him through the mirror. “I heard what you said and, you don’t have to say anything else.”

“But I do.”

“What else is there to say, Loki?”

“That what I said wasn’t true. Not even by a thousand miles.”

You were a little confused, but Loki continued to explain.

“The moment I saw your face…I knew what I had said and all I wanted to do was go back in time and stop myself from even thinking about saying it. And then when things changed afterwards, it made me realise that not only did I love you as a dear friend, but also as something more and I couldn’t put my finger on what that was until today.”

“Loki-”

“When I heard your badge number…I couldn’t even think. And when the Captain said you had been rushed into the hospital.”

You could see the tears in his eyes as he told you what was going through his mind. 

“Just the thought of losing you…of never being able to see you again or even just hear your voice…I…it terrified me.”

You turned around on your chair to look at him properly.

“I love you too much to lose you. Please, don’t let me lose you.”

“Then don’t let me go.”

Looking at you, Loki seemed a little surprised and you took a mental picture. There probably wouldn’t be many opportunities to surprise the God of Mischief. 

“What they told you…it’s true. I didn’t know until after a year of knowing you. I still don’t know why, but I do.”

Without saying a word, Loki slowly stood before taking your hand in his, allowing you to stand with him. 

“If I kiss you right now, will you punch me?”

“No.”

Loki leaned in before pulling back. “You promise?”

“Scouts honour.”

“Were you even a scout?”

You were silent for a moment. “No. But the honour still stands.”

Loki laughed a little and smiled before hooking a finger under your chin and pulling you closer and pressing his lips to yours. 

[elvenbeard]

OC INTERVIEW: Vincent "V" Ezaki

Tagged by: @pinkyjulien @chevvy-yates @wraithsoutlaws and @v-eats-bugs thank you so much!!! <3

I'm gonna steal the idea some of you had and let him answer in character, but I'm gonna put some more context (and/or the truth xD) after Vince's reply where I see fit!

Tagging everyone who sees this and hasn't been tagged yet :3c I think most of you have done this at this point, but do please tag me if you do, I wanna read about your blorbos!!

■ NICKNAME ■ "Just 'V'."

100% going with the "only people that know me really well can use my real name" canon, because I love that scene and moment so much (and the lil nod to it again in the Tower Ending with Johnny ;_;). In my hc, Jackie gave him the nickname "V" on the day they met. Up until then he had always insisted on the full "Vincent" with everyone, and Jackie was the one to urge him to be careful with whom he shares his full identity. Meanwhile it's the other way around and "Vincent" is reserved for friends only... and "Vince" exclusively for Kerry really xD

■ GENDER ■ "Could say I'm a self-made man." ;)

This highly depends on who is asking the question here, if it's a very casual setting he'd say the above, if it's something to go into a screamsheet or whatnot he'd be more like "well, take a wild fuckin' guess" or just "male". He doesn't hide the fact he's trans, and he's proud of his journey and identity, but it's still not something he'd want to publically discuss with strangers without anything to gain from it.

■ STAR SIGN ■ "Gemini I think, but I gotta say, astrology isn't exactly something I have deep knowledge or opinions about."

He celebrates his birthday June 10th, but his real birthday in in September, so he's actually a Libra xD

■ HEIGHT ■ "5'6."

■ ORIENTATION ■ "Sorry ladies." ;)

Again, highly contextual on who is asking, and depending on that his answer might be more evasive or he'd just decline to answer. The less details about his private life are in the public's eye the better. But if the context is a fun night out with friends and he feels safe, he'd definitely give a more cheeky response and, to not get anyone's hopes up, just straightforward let them know he's gay.

■ NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY■ "Born and raised in Night City and a proud citizen ever since."

He doesn't talk about his family because he's cut ties with them long ago. His mother, Marcella, was also from Night City, your average NUS citizen with mixed European heritage. His father, Kousuke, was Japanese. He and Vince's mother met through work for a certain corporation that wasn't necessarily welcome in NC at the time (but I bet my ass still very much present in one way or another).

■ FAVE FRUIT ■ "When I was a kid, I once had daifuku with real, straight-from-the-ground strawberries. Somewhere way out there on the Japanese countryside, couldn't tell you where exactly anymore. Still got no idea where they even got the strawberries from, but no RealFruit ever matched those."

■ FAVE SEASON ■ "Don't think I have a real preference here, 'specially cause Night City's warm all year round. I like it that way. Could do with less sandstorms though. I like it when it rains now and then, the steam on the asphalt, everything is just... quieter, in a way."

■ FAVE FLOWER ■ "One made from plastic."

Vince doesn't have a green thumb and no mind to care for plants either. He's far from an outdoorsy, nature-loving person XD Do not gift him flowers, he will not know what to do with them. That being said though: he has two big stylized lotus flowers tattooed. The first one he got shortly before he left his home, when he began his transition. The second after his top surgery, when he already worked for Arasaka, as a reminder to stay true to himself on the inside, especially whenever he couldn't outwardly. He just likes the lotus aesthetically, the shapes and symmetry, and that it symbolizes rebirth and transformation.

■ FAVE SCENT ■ "Clean bedsheets and freshly brewed green tea."

And the odd mix of Kerry's overpriced bodywash and favourite cigarettes XD

■ COFFEE, TEA, HOT CHOCOLATE ■ "Yes, in that order please. Coffee with milk and sugar, tea is fine just plain, green or black."

He's definitely more of a coffee than a tea drinker, and whatever it is, it's gotta be a little fancy xD Vince is the kind of person with a long-ass signature order at the coffee shop, and I 100% see him loving bubble tea in any combination and variation in existence. The only time he drinks his coffee black is when he accidentally orders "the same as him" in a moment of distraction at Caliente's with Kerry. But tea he occasionally likes just plain, but then it has to be high quality organic real tea leaves. Hot chocolate is a nice special treat, too.

■ AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP ■ "Even in my line of work a regular sleep schedule is possible - and necessary, to stay sharp. I try to get my 7 hours of sleep in."

The somewhat regular sleep schedule is really something he values and tries to stick to, although the Relic and Johnny's presence really mess it up for a long while. But especially because his lack of sleep while working at Arasaka contributed to him developing a drug addiction to cope with the stress and sleep-deprivation it's something he doesn't want to fall back into.

■ DOG OR CAT PERSON ■ "Defintiely cats."

■ DREAM TRIP ■ "I'd like to return to Japan one day for a short vacation - see if I can find that daifuku shop again, haha. Would also love to visit Europe more extensively than what I've seen of it so far. And, who knows, maybe the Crystal Palace one day."

And the Phillipines with Kerry <3

■ FAVE FICTIONAL CHARACTER ■ "Ooohhh, that's a hard question, let me think for a moment... [insert long analysis of different movie and video game characters and why they're good or bad and why he likes them or not]"

Evading this a little bit because I don't wanna dive into a rabbit hole of seeing what canonical fictional characters there are and why Vince might like them or not xD He is a big nerd and a gamer and knows so much more than I do XD Also, he'd 100% be the kind of person who's rooting for the evil guys, because often their motivations and goals are much more complex and interesting than the "hero's" in his eyes xD and he's fascinated by the concept that they're doomed to lose by the narrative usually (because the good guys usually win), but still fight tooth and nail to achieve their goals and safe their own skin. He can relate to that a lot more than the selfless goodie-two-shoes who just want to save the world and make it a better place.

■ NUMBER OF BLANKETS THEY SLEEP WITH ■ "In this weather one is more than enough. Sometimes none is better."

■ RANDOM FACT ■ "It takes around 7 seconds for someone to form a solid first impression of you in a face-to-face conversation. It takes my Kiroshis' scanners half as long to additionally supply me with all the data on you I need to permanently ruin your life for good."

[starrydali]

Brando de Santis - Forgive me?

Description: Niccolo and Camilla Govender's younger sister Aria has been in a toxic relationship with Brando for a while now. Everyone always knew he was controlling but never thought he would do this to her...

Warnings: Smut

I'm scared. I'm really scared. I'm at a party leaning against the wall with Brando's arm hung loosely around my shoulders. He's making casual conversation with my sister and his other friends about who knows what, meanwhile I can't get my mind of the thought that he has a video on his phone that could ruin my life. I knew I shouldn't have let him film while we... you know, but I wasn't in the right mindspace at the time.

It's not that I don't trust Brando, I mean he is my boyfriend and I love him, but after what he did to Ludo i'm just kind of worried what he might do with that video if we ever break up. It would just bring me a lot of peace in mind if I knew the video was deleted.

This is why I asked for Camillas help. Camilla and I have never really been close, in fact she always seemed kind of jealous of me in a way. Which I don't know why she would be, she's popular, pretty, older, and has way more experience than I do. Before I started dating Brando I hadn't even held hands with a boy before.

Well anyways, even though we had never really been close, she's still my sister, so while desperate for someone to help me, I told her about the video. She said she could find out his password from a friend so I could delete it. And now here I am looking down at the message I just received.

"The password is 2006 - Camilla"

I looked up from my phone and flashed her a smile and she returned it, maybe Camilla never really hated me the way I thought she did.

I felt Brando's hand brush against my cheek as he used the hand that originally rested on my shoulder to move some hair away from my face. I had to look up at him since our height difference was definitely there. I smiled before he smirked and walked over to Vitto to take a drag from his cig. I took this as my chance and quickly and quietly snatched his phone from his pocket.

Shit. The password isn't working. I tried again and again but the phone wasn't unlocking. Maybe Camilla got it wrong by mistake?

"Hey Brando what's Aria doing with your phone?"

My heart dropped when I herd those words spoken loudly by none other than Camilla. Everything got quiet for a second and I looked up to see Brando staring at me with an expression I could either describe as angry or disappointed as he passed the joint back to his friend.

"Maybe she's jelous" spoke the bitch of Virginia.

"I think this girl needs your attention Brando"

Laughed Vitto along with some of the other guys. Brando slowly walked towards me looking mad, me yanked his phone out of my hand.

"I think you're right. She's gonna get all my attention now"

Brando started walking towards a bedroom and pulled me into his arms by my hand. His tone sounded mean and almost warning like. He aggressively put his arm around me before shoving me into a random bedroom and slamming the door. I saw him take out his phone from the corner of my eye as he pulled me once again into his chest.

"We are here live from Vitto's house" he spoke to the phone.

I squeaked when he started to force himself onto me. Trying to kiss my lips but hitting all around my face instead as I tried to turn my head in an attempt to stop him.

"Brando stop. Stop it" I squeaked feeling really uncomfortable.

Brando was always controlling and sort of pushy when it came to sexual stuff but he's never done something like this before.

I managed to push him off me for a second before he grabbed me again and threw me onto the bed, manhandling me into the position he wanted me in.

"Brando stop it! Get off me!!"

I threw my arms all around trying to escape, I felt so violated as his lips traveled down to my neck and stomach, all while people watched from his phone.

"Stop fucking moving Aria"

He growled as he pinned my arms down next to my head. At this point I wasn't just crying, I was full on sobbing, tears running down my face. I just wanted him to stop. Using all my force I managed to wiggle out of his grasp and escape his forceful kisses. I ran out of that room the second I got off the bed. The people from the party, who were probably watching the live, stared and whispered as I walked through the living room covering my face and wiping my tears.

"Oh come on Aria don't be dramatic!" I heard Brando call out from behind me.

I wasn't running anymore. To exhausted to do so, I just walked out the front door. Not before hearing another comment come out of my boyfriends mouth.

"Your so fucking immature Aria!"

Brando did this often. Whenever we would fight, no matter what it was about, he would always bring up the fact that i'm younger than him and therefore 'immature' and 'a little girl' as a reason why he's right. It made me feel horrible. Especially knowing the firsts I experienced with him (basically all my firsts) was his like twentieths. He always makes me feel small and helpless in the worst way possible.

It's been about three days since the party, and since I last talked to Brando and Camilla. A part of me blames her for what happened. I still can't believe she would do that to her own sister. Niccolo has been a big help in this situation, assuring me it wasn't my fault. I heard he kind of beat up Brando too, which made me feel a bit better.

Even though i'm so shocked and hurt that Brando would do that to me, I kind of miss him. I mean Brando has always been on the more rough side when it came to relationships and you know...sexual stuff, but I guess this was a little too far. Still people make mistakes right? I just can't imagine being without him.

You can't imagine my face when I got home after school and saw my boyfriend, his parents, my parents, and Nicco (he probably insisted on being there) sitting in my living room staring at me as I entered the room.

"Whats going on?" I asked with a wary tone.

"Why don't you have a seat darling"

Insisted my mom as she patted the spot on the couch between her and my dad. I wasn't gonna give in that easily though.

"Tell me what's going on first"

Mr. de Sanctis finally spoke up breaking the silence that followed my demand.

"Aria, I'm very sorry about everything that has happened. But I can guarantee you that Brando is just as upset as you are. Right?" he turned his head to throw a glance at Brando who nodded keeping his eyes on me the whole time.

Silence filled the room again, no one dared to comment anything else. Until Mr. de Sanctis spoke up again.

"Brando has something he wants to say you".

Although he was talking to me, Mr. de Sanctis eyes were locked on Brando with a threatening look.

Sighing, and with a slight role of his eyes, Brando stood up with his hands tucked in his hoodie pocket. I began to panic a bit when he started to walk towards me. I think Nicco could sense my distress and quickly stopped Brando with his leg before he could get any closer to me. Brando looked down at his leg then at him with a look almost daring him to do something else.

My dad however, harshly nudged Nicco causing him to retract his leg, and allowing Brando to continue walking towards me. He stared at me the whole time. He finally stopped in front of me, and with his hands still in his pocket, he bend down so our faces were at the same level for once.

I felt Brando's face so close to mine that I could feel his hot breath fanning on me, causing me to slightly shy away and look down at the ground when he finally began to speak.

"I'm sorry Aria. I don't know what came over me."

My eyes shot up to him, only to find him already intensely looking at me as if he's trying to read my face.

"Do you forgive me?"

He said in an amused voice, as if he found this almost funny. He glanced down at my lips then back up to my eyes raising his eyebrows and slightly tilting his head to tell me to hurry up and answer him.

My palms were sweaty at my side. Looking back down to the floor, I bit my lip as I tried to think of what to do. It was so hard to think though, considering everyone in the room was intently staring at me and waiting for my answer. So I went with my first instinct and slowly nodded while meeting his intense gaze again. Brando smirked at this and lifted his hand to pat my head a few times before standing up straight again.

"Good. Let's go"

He roughly interlocked our hands and pulled me away from the situation in the living room. Before he could completely drag me away though, I turned my head and looked back at Niccolo and my parents. Out of the corner of my eye I saw how Nicco angrily stood up to stop Brando, and how my parents stopped him.

Brando dragged me up the stairs and I quickly realized where he was taking me as the light pink walls of my room surrounded us. Brando let go of my hand and I heard a click of the lock on the door. Deja vu...

I turned to face him as he came and stood dangerously close to me with a hungry look in his eyes.

"I've missed you" He grabbed my face in his hands.

When he started to lean in to kiss me I quickly grasp my hands around his arms in a poor attempt to stop him. Of course this wouldn't be enough to physically stop him, but he got the hint and stopped for a second in confusion. I looked down feeling a little guilt build up in me.

Brando stared at me for a second trying to read my face. Then removed his hands from my face and sighed taking out his phone.

"Look. I know this was all about that video I have of you" I looked back up at him with a look that said 'go on'

"I love you Aria. Let me show you how much. I don't care about this stupid video. In fact i'll delete right now if it will make you happy"

Would he really do that for me? He was so against the idea of deleting it when I had asked before. Maybe some time apart made him see clearer? I nodded and smiled when he deleted it from photos and deleted photos.

"See. I'm fucking crazy for you kid" he threw his phone somewhere on the floor before grabbing my face again and bending down to roughly press his lips onto mine.

With no worries now, I stood up on my tippy toes and I kissed him back. I was smiling into the kiss and everything, just so happy to be with him again. I had missed him so much.

Brando's hands moved from my face down to the bed behind me as I was pushed to sit down at the edge. My hands tangled into his soft curls and I pulled him down to lay onto of me. Brando broke the kiss, his hands still pinning me down.

"You gonna let me touch you this time?" This took me by a shock a bit but I still nodded

"Yeah? Not gonna fight back?" I shook my head. I could tell he was getting into his dominate personality he gets in bed, and it was turning me on.

"Say it"

"I'm not gonna fight back" I looked up at him with doe eyes.

He leaned back in to kiss me again this time rougher and filled with passion. Our lips moved together as he stuck his tongue in my mouth showing he was in charge of the kiss. I let out airy moans as he made his way down to kiss my neck and then down to my stomach.

Jesus, major deja vu.

His hands started to creep under my skirt and up my thighs. I got a little nervous closing my legs tightly together which Brando quickly stopped, prying then open again.

"All i've been thinking about is kissing you. Kissing you everywhere" He looked up at me, his words sounding more like an ask for permission rather than a statement.

"Brando..." His name came out more of a moan "I need you. Please"

Brando smirked at my answer and took it as a green pass to flip my skirt up. This revealing my cotton white panties that he wasted no time in ripping off leaving me bare. I squeaked at the cold air that hit my cunt and tried to close my legs, which he once again stopped.

The feeling of Brando's intense stare on me made me nervous. I jumped when suddenly his hot breath was on me as he blew on my clit.

"Fuck I missed you so much. You're so fucking adorable."

His lips met mine for a quick peck before he leaned back in between my legs. My mouth fell open when his thumb started to rub my clit.

"So sensitive..." he muttered as I squirmed under his touch.

"Brandoo"

I moaned loudly when his lips finally interlocked on my pussy. I felt like I was on fire. I never really got used to this feeling when Brando first touched me. I have never masturbated, the feeling of being touched is still so intense.

He lapped on my clit as I harshly pulled on his curls out of desperation making him moan, the vibrations going into me. My eyes squeezed shut and I bit my lip trying to stay quiet since our parents were still downstairs.

Brando was making it hard to stay quiet while he was eating me out like I was his first meal in days. If possible, it started to feel even better when he threw my legs over his shoulders getting deeper into my pussy.

I let out a loud moan and threw my head back when his wet tounge was shoved into my tight hole. Fuck he was going so rough on me I felt like my life was being sucked out through my pussy. It felt so good it was getting overwhelming.

"Brando...please stop! Be gentle" I begged and tugged on his hair.

I didn't expect him to actually listen to my beg for him to go gently since he never had in the past. But he surprised me when he actually stopped sucking me for a second and pulled away. I took this as my chance to catch my breath before he placed a soft kiss on my clit.

"Tell me your mine" He climbed back up so his face hovered mine again.

"I'm yours Brando" I looked up at him.

He continued with a demanding voice "say i'm the only one who can make you feel this way"

I noticed his voice began to get aggressive again so I didn't want to upset him "your the only one who can make me feel this way" I whined.

"I love you"

His hand made its way back down to my sensitive pussy, and this time creep a little lower to my sopping hole. I was already soaked from being eaten out like the sweetest candy on earth, but still he could only get one finger in. I gripped onto his shirt as he pushed it in.

"Fuck you're so tight." I whined at his words as I tried to take his finger going deeper inside me.

"Your such a small little girl, how'd I ever get my dick to fit in this hole huh?" he started at me with those intense eyes I always see.

I doubt he actually wanted me to answer that question, but either way I could barely think let alone talk when his finger started to move inside me. My eyes squeezed shut as the pleasure became too much. I felt Brando's eyes still on me though as his finger began to move faster and harder.

"Look at me" he demanded.

My eyes fluttered open and I looked up at him with my mouth slightly open. I was to fucked out to say anything, instead loud moans and squeals left my mouth when his finger moved even harder inside me hitting all the right spots.

"Ah fuck, you hear how wet you are"

Brando's comment made me feel dirty, but he was right I was so wet and the squelching of his fingers in me echoed around the room. I started to panic when I felt myself getting close. I really was trying to warn Brando but I was so overwhelmed I only managed to whine out loud.

"Brando i'm gonna-" before he clamped a palm over my mouth to shush me.

"Shh shh sh don't want mommy and daddy to hear how much of a slut you are do you?"

Tears fell down my eyes from this. I don't think it was the comment that made me cry, just the whole situation and how overwhelmed I was. My hot tears ran down my cheeks and soaked his hand covering my mouth, but Brando didn't seem to mind.

"You're so cute when you cry. God I wanna fuck you" he muttered.

My brain couldn't fully process his words however when I reached my high and started shaking. Grabbing his wrist in a poor attempt to stop his finger.

"Shh just let it happen sweetie"

I moaned into his hand as I came hard. Brando's finger rode me through my orgasm that felt like it lasted forever. When his finger finally left my hole, so did the hand covering my mouth. I opened my eyes and looked up at Brando with big eyes and a dazy look on my face.

He laughed at me "I don't know how you look so fucking ruined from just one finger"

Not processing his comment I pulled him in for a kiss, tasting myself on his lips.

"I love you Brando"

"Love you to kid"

The next day at school, I was back under Brando's arm following him around as he talked with his friends about whether it is they talk about. I know people say it looks like i'm just his little puppy that does whatever he says, but I don't care. As long as i'm with him i'm happy.

Brando's Pov:

"So you really deleted that video of you fucking her?" asked Vitto after I told him about last night with Aria "what a shame it was hot" he shrugged

"Of course I didn't fucking delete it. I have it saved on my laptop. I just said that so she would let me touch her." I know it sounds bad but it was the only way to get Aria to trust me again.

"Ohh nice bro" he fist bumped me.

I laughed "Yeah, kids are so fucking easy. You just give them a little attention and they do whatever you tell them to"

"Damn, I need to get myself a younger girl"

[necroromantics]

🧺 — Laundry And Taxes

chapter 10. // (masterlist)

In that tortuous year, winter had come early. Natalie continued to work at the bar in town; the locals loved her southern charm, and she made enough tips to keep herself satisfied. Meanwhile, Toby swallowed his pride and began to chop wood, selling his gathered lumber to townspeople and small businesses. The snowfall had been heavy that December, which the boy paid no mind to as he traveled through the abandoned meadows that laid still under their thick winter frost. Toby gripped the handle of his hatchet as he swung it hard into the thin trunk of a tree looming over him. His hands were better off tearing down nature, taking lives. He wouldn't know how to be kind if he wanted to. As he pulled the blade out from the log, he reeled it back once more and swung it again at the trunk. The boy thought back to the times he had cut off limbs, chopped off heads, he could nearly smell the stench of blood and death as he swung his hatchet once more. He envisioned a crimson red splattering onto the snow as he hit against the tree again, and again, and again. Toby breathed heavily to himself, huffing as he watched the tree collapse to the ground with a loud thud. His cheeks were flushed with windchill, his hands were shaking as he released his grip from the handle of his hatchet, dropping it to the ground. Without another word, he made his way back into the house.

He found Natalie in the spare room, sitting at an easel. The boy watched as she painted a beautiful winter landscape, adding blotches of red into the snow — a morbid detail she typically added in her personal projects. Toby smiled to himself in amusement, it seemed as though she read his mind. He put his hands onto the back of her chair, breaking her from her canvas.

“Done with the wood already?” She asked.

“Just taking a break. Do you wanna go into town with me to buy some Christmas lights?”

Natalie stretched her back as she stood to her feet, matching the boy's height, shrugging in agreement.

Toby walked up and down the aisles of the small hardware store, Natalie by his side, eyeing the stock as they searched for what they had initially come for. Once they had found the array of Christmas lights, they bickered over the options. Toby insisted the rope lights were better. Natalie knew they weren’t. Accepting his defeat, the boy allowed the girl to grab the box of lights she wanted to buy, and followed her to the register. Grabbing change from his pocket as the shopkeeper ringed them up, the man looked at Toby and told him that he’d need to pay for the chocolate bar as well.

“What?”

“I saw you put one in your pocket, you’ll need to pay for that.”

“Bullshit you saw me pocketing one of your dumbass bars,” Toby snapped as he dug into his pocket and pulled out his wallet, “Get your fucking eyes checked.”

“I apologize sir, I thought-”

“Yeah? You fucking thought?”

“Toby, watch your damn mouth,” Natalie scolded, grabbing him by the hood of his sweater and pulling him back from the shopkeeper who was now drenched with confusion and nervousness. She sorely apologized, groaning in frustration as she dragged the difficult boy out of the scene he had caused and out into the open streets of the bustling town.

“What the fuck is your problem, stupid mutt?”

“Why do you care? When did you get so soft, huh?” Toby sneered, crossing his arms and avoiding his friends glare. He knew he had done wrong, but stupid mutts bite back.

“I care about all of that bullshit, because I care about you. So stop getting yourself into trouble.”

Natalie continued walking down the street, quickening her pace as Toby jogged to catch up. He followed beside her as they wandered around the downtown area, reaching into his pocket and pulling out the chocolate bar he had insisted he didn’t steal. Natalie glanced over at him and gave him a look of disbelief and irritation.

“What?” Toby asked, taking a bite of the bar.

“You are fuckin’ insufferable,” the girl shouted out as she sped up once again, walking in front of the boy.

Natalie sat herself down at a park bench, Toby sitting down beside her. When he looked at her, she turned away.

“C’mon Nat, you’re not actually mad at me, are you?” She didn’t give him a reply.

“Just over one stupid chocolate bar? You used to shoplift shit with me all the time, we’re not really upstanding citizens.”

“It’s not about that, Toby. It feels like…” Natalie’s words trailed off as she shook her head, “Whatever, nevermind.”

Toby nudged into her, prompting her to continue telling him what she was going to say.

“It feels like what?”

“It feels like I finally have a fuckin’ shot at leaving all that bullshit behind and just being normal for once. You know how nice it is to go to work and talk to people who don’t look at me like they know what I’ve done? I don’t want all of that to be thrown away just because you can’t handle paying for one stupid chocolate bar.”

Natalie looked out at the snow which draped over the play structure. The cool air burning in her lungs. Toby pulled out his wallet and handed her a $5 bill.

“Go fucking pay for it yourself then,” he muttered as he stood up, leaving the girl alone on the bench. She cursed under her breath as she went to catch up to the boy, brushing up against him. When she reached for his hand, he didn’t pull away.

In the old world, Toby was contorted and twisted into nothing but a weapon. Gunpowder and ash darkened his muddy eyes. The boy had been lit on fire, ordered to burn forever, and then forced into a world where he was told to find peace. Natalie was his best friend, she was always cold. She would wear sweaters in the heat, and she was indifferent to the summer sun. Despite the boy’s desperate attempts to prove he’s as horrible as he thought himself to be, Natalie enjoyed holding his hand. He was warm. The type of warmth he couldn’t hide under a layer of snow no matter how hard he tried to bury it. Only she knew how good he truly was.

The two friends strolled around the lively town, fingers interlocked, frost falling cold on their cheeks and jackets. A cruel boy, and a grotesque girl, neither bowed their heads as they passed the old Church, the world at their feet. Toby had slowly come to terms with the idea that he would never truly have a place within the earth they wandered. And finally, hell froze over. Natalie slowed her pace as they walked past a desolate skating rink, lit by fairy lights and the early evening setting sun. The day had fallen short, and the skies had already begun to darken. She tugged at the boy to follow her off of the sidewalk, and onto the rink. She admitted she hadn’t been on the ice in years. Natalie’s hand let go of Toby’s as she glided across the ice as much as her boots would let her. As Toby slipped and stumbled over to her, he watched as the rink lights shined in her eyes. For the first time in a while, she looked happy. The two youths slid around the icy field, Natalie snickered as Toby fell to the ground, only to let out a yelp as he dragged her down with him. Sitting on the cold ground beside each other, there was no war, no enemy. Toby threw his head back as he laughed, Natalie threw a playful punch into his arm. She brought herself back up to her feet, there was something so beautifully morbid about the way she carried herself, like the moon holding itself up in the night sky. Quietly, indifferently. The boy had a strange feeling, a knowing, that when she inevitably leaves his side again, he would still look up at the moon and think of nothing but her.

Hand in hand once again, the pair hollered out and rushed through the snowy country roads, the illumination of the stars reflecting off of the white blanketed fields. Their faces were flushed, the cold air scorched their lungs as they ran, laughing, exiled. Toby never knew why Natalie stayed by his side, but he knew he would give his life for her. Neither of them had felt so alive in ages. Natalie saw how Toby lit up, burning brighter than the sun. His mother never knew what to do with him, and it seemed neither did God. Drunk with frost and excitement that kept them warm, they rushed into the house. They kissed for the first time that night. It felt as though they had kissed a million times before. In another life, perhaps.

The adventurous night had ended as quickly as it had begun, and Natalie had woken up before her wild friend. She quietly sat up in bed, it was a cloudy day, perfect weather. Her eyes glanced over to the sleeping boy and watched for a moment as his chest slowly raised and fell with his soft breath. A smile crept onto her face as she thought to herself that she had never seen him so quiet. Natalie climbed out of bed, trying not to wake Toby up, grimacing as the floorboards creaked under her weight as her feet hit the ground. He had always been a light sleeper. She assumed that he felt the need to always be prepared for war, even while resting. Natalie looked over her shoulder, hoping that he hadn’t awoken, and to her relief, he remained fast asleep.

The girl sluggishly made her way into the kitchen to prepare herself a well-needed pot of coffee. As she poured herself a cup, she tried not to stare at the knives sitting on the counter. Natalie lied to herself, deluded by the idea that she enjoyed being alive. She made a point not to feed the misery that followed her around like a stray dog. In her entirety, that girl was nothing more than kitchen knives and shattered glass. Strange, and mortifying.

She leaned her tall, lanky body against the countertop as she took a small sip of her drink, feeling the warmth in her cold hands. Throughout her time in North Dakota, she had tried to change. The girl would lick the blood off of her lips after biting her tongue, she would make it a habit to grab onto something solid when she felt like punching a wall. In the new world, Natalie had tried to become something more than she was. Something prettier, nicer on the eyes, softer, kinder, more awake. She took a deep breath as she inhaled the reek of death that surrounded the house she lived in, a smell that wasn’t there before she moved in. Putting her cup in the sink, she couldn’t help but stare at the knives sitting on the counter.

Natalie slammed her hands onto the surface and turned to make her way back into the bedroom. She shook Toby awake, half-expecting him to jolt up and attack her from the sudden intrusion. Instead, the heavy-eyed boy gently grabbed her hand, taking a deep breath as he took in the world around him.

“When did you wake up?” he groaned, rising to a sitting position and rubbing his eyes.

“About a half hour ago,” Natalie replied, standing over him as Toby climbed out of bed, still half-asleep, “You should come hang up these Christmas lights with me.”

Toby held onto the rusted step ladder he had dug out of the old, worn down shed as Natalie reached up, hammering in nails into the beam of the porch to hold the string of lights. As she climbed down, the girl put her hands on her hips and eyed her handywork, nudging the boy with her elbow to look at it as well.

“What’d you think?”

“Hmm, I think it’s a bit crooked,” Toby heckled. Natalie rolled her eyes and playfully shoved the boy, to which he shoved her back, pushing her into the snow. Laughing as she fell, Natalie grasped at the snow, and threw a piece of ice at his head.

The boy blinked to himself for a second, before reaching down with a mischievous grin, picking up his own piece of ice.

“Don’t you fuckin’ dare.” Natalie threatened, scrambling to her feet as Toby reeled back his arm, throwing it hard at her.

“That hurt, you asshat!”

“Oh right-” He whispered to himself in realization as he jogged up to the girl who was rubbing her injury with her hand.

“Uh, you okay?” Toby was never sure how to tell when he had gone too far, and never knew how badly he had hurt the ones around him. Natalie’s hair fell over her face, she looked away from him. The boy cautiously put a hand on her arm, running his thumb over where the hard piece of ice had hit her. Before he could mutter out a sore apology, the girl tackled him to the ground, snickering as she shoveled snow onto his face.

“You’re such an asshole,” she said through her laughter, sitting herself on top of the boy who laughed alongside her in relief. Shaking the snow off of his head, Toby laid in the cold, and mindlessly put his hands on Natalie’s back, staring up at her. She flashed him a toothy grin, like a beast's snarl before it devoured its prey. He liked the way she looked when she smiled, he liked the way her laugh was more of a cackle. Loud and shameless. Toby lifted his body, flinging the girl off of him and they both stood up, turning to look at the red and green Christmas lights which reflected the sun.

Once inside, Toby watched quietly as Natalie peeled an orange with her bare hands. He had always used a knife to cut his. He wondered what she would've done if she had gotten those hands of hers onto him.

“It’s so damn suffocating in this place” she replied, ripping the fruit in half and giving him the other piece. Natalie walked past the boy, and kicked the old wall that confined her, the paint had been chipping.

Toby turned around to face her, tossing the orange in his mouth.

“Wanna run away?” he suggested as he chewed.

“Where?”

“I dunno, we can go to Alabama for Christmas.”

The girl thought about it for a moment, before ultimately agreeing, rushing into the bedroom as she began to toss necessities into her bag. She wanted to get out of that house as soon as she could. It turned out to be another thing she ran away from. Toby lingered in the doorway of the kitchen for a moment, hoping that Tim and Brian wouldn’t mind hosting a get-together.

[heartfullofleeches]

How does the night gallery deal with any robbers? I can just imagine a comical scenario of reader having to chase down an intruder meanwhile the art pieces look at the whole thing like “That right there is the love of my life go get em sweetie!!”

If you're somehow unable to get then out on your own, the residents don't take too kindly to strangers. Especially if you got injured along the way.

RoseBud

As the calmest of the bunch, an intruder with get away from them with most of their limbs intact if they remain calm. Insulting them will gain an extra bite, but that's it. Now if they happen to smell your blood on the criminal in question.... their babes will be eating quite well that night

The Scavenger

Similar to Rosebud in the meaning they'll left them go, but for a price. They also won't take to kindly to anyone roughing up their prized treasure. With how many limbs they have, it would be like multiple children playing with a Mr.Potatohead toy at once

The Faceless Angel

Formerly a member of the nice crowd, they no longer help intruders after what happened to their face. Getting smacked with a stone wing probably isn't the best feeling, but it's not like they'lll be any part of them left to remember it

The Lady in White

There's a reason why the last word in her name has been changed. Cuts down anyone who isn't you without giving them the chance to breathe.

The Painter

Oh, a new friend! They must be from the supply store as well, since they've just brought a new shipment of paint. A bit of a horrid color, but the Painter will put it to good use involving a new piece they had in mind for you.

Juilan

There's a reason he spends his shifts breaking the artworks. It's the same reason he's been kept on day shift other than him distracting you from your work by flirting when he's on the floor

Anri

Panics. Who are they? What do they want? Anri keeps their wallet in their other pants, so they can't give them anything. Did you already pass by this person? Had they hurt you? Just leave- Ah... they didnt mean to do that. It was a large flight of stairs, but the robber surely has to be okay. Anri themselves has fallen from bigger heights - and they were just fine the next day

The Director

Doesn't have the time to waste on them. Calls the nearest resident and goes about his day

[gamblersdoll]

THE WARM THE COLD THE SIX… chapter 2

tw: sexual thoughts/touching, masturbation.

“fuck.” geto had cursed out, a hair tie popping in his hand and you chuckled, giving him a scrunchy. “you sure?” he had asked, looking down at you.

“yeah, im ordering more anyway.” you had said, putting soap on your face to finish washing up. you had woken up earlier with geto, and sometimes you liked it when you did, since it was peaceful.

geto loved it, because he can see a raw form of you, and he could talk to you.

“so.. did you sleep well?” he had asked , trying to spark conversation. he wasnt too bad nor was he too good, he was just somehow shy around you. he paid attention to little things most definitely, like how much sugar you like in your tea or coffee, favorite foods, if you like sweet or sour or savory things , maybe spicy?

or how he paid attention to your glossed up lips, or how you would spread lotion on your legs…

no geto, that isnt right.

“i slept okay, and you?” you answered , not paying much attention, only just now looking in his direction. it always made him happy when you did, meaning that you can see if he had messy hair and needed to fix it, or to compliment his stretched ears.

“slept decent, gojo was on the game last night though so you know he was annoying.” geto joked, speaking of which—

“haa? you were playing with me!” gojo said, barging into the kitchen. “hows my wifey doing? you didnt miss me too much did you?” gojo said, putting his hands on your shoulders.

“in your dreams, delulu head.” you said, starting breakfast so you all could get ready for the day. the place was running out of some things and gojo wouldnt stop complaining about not having food or snacks. “eat before it gets cold.”

gojo smirked a bit, before leaning to your height and whispering to you…

“you know im gunna eat, baby.” he said, he commonly did this to you, but he never touched you, meanwhile he was putting his hands on your waist and attempting to pull you into his body—

“satoru!” geto hollered, walking to the living room to eat. “leave her ‘lone!” he shouted again.

“yeah yeah!” gojo hollered back, grabbing a plate and eating. all of you had your fill, it only being seven in the morning. so, you decided to leave around ten or ten thirty, and relaxed in your rooms.

……..

if there was one of the reasons gojo liked you, was because you were hard to get.

gojo, with his cock in hand, and arm draped over his eyes, he bit his lip to the thought of you giving him the best head.

“fuck, ma..” he groaned, squeezing his cock as if you were only sucking on his fat tip and he rolled his eyes back. he loved when you put lip gloss on , especially the ones with a tint or glitter. he liked how you wouldnt give him the time of day, making him having to work harder– fuck he was getting close, whenever youd dance with geto to certain music, how your hips would have a natural sway when you walked, when youd share a drink with geto as a indirect kiss or when youwouldlickyourlips—

geto, in the shower with a pocket pussy with your skin tone, letting water run through his hair and body while he leaned over to watch himself fuck his cock to the thought of you oiling his ears with jojoba oil , how that always felt oh so good, too good. or when your shirt fits you all baggy and he just ponders what kind of body you have under all that, when gojo would pin you to a wall and look down at you, when you would put your hair up in a ponytail or smack your lips– fuck hes getting close… or when he would look down at you or just smell yournaturalsmell—

“fuckshit!” geto moaned out.

“fuckshit!” gojo moaned out.

they both panted in unison, both rolling their eyes to the fact of it takes nothing much for you to make them cum, how you probably knew you had this ability… oh shit.

its ten fifteen!

gojo and geto both met you downstairs and to no avail, you were there with arms folded and foot tapping against the pavement.

“in our defense—“ gojo started, but you interrupted him.

“nope, just apologize and lets go get the stuff.” you said, pretending to be pissed, but only because gojo was hard headed. they both did apologize and all of you were headed to the market.

maybe about ten minutes into shopping, something felt off. all three of you were to go separate ways to find your own things, but it was like you werent alone.

when you three were supposed to meet back up at the frozen dessert isle, they watched from afar.

to watch you talking to among another man, who wasnt geto. who wasnt gojo. how could he even get your attention? he wasnt shit. geto tried to keep his cool, but gojo wasnt any better, you didnt pay it any mind, thinking they werent close yet. and the other man, who you learned his name was maiakai, finally walked off and you went about your business.

“you boys find what you want?” you asked innocently, but also flatly. you watched them nod, somewhat being quiet and then gojo started spewing about whatever game he was looking for.

geto knew gojo was trying to not lose his temper, know how gojo felt about you. gojo knew geto wasnt really talkative when he wasn’t happy. two peas in a big ass pod, but thats why they were friends.

once the three of you were home, you decided to take a cat nap, because you certain woke up too early. gojo and geto didnt mind of course, but it left them time.

“so, whatd you find?” gojo had asked, mindlessly playing his game so he wouldnt think too much about mr. rando. geto and him decided to take action and try to find him out.

“his name is maiakai. hes not a sorcerer, but i think he likes her.” geto said, calmly. he shouldnt be this calm, but he learned how to, from both of you.

maiakai would soon regret thinking about speaking to you, or breathing your air.

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[x3no9]

Please don't repost or reblog without my name on this. This is my piece of fanfiction that I decided to put on here for funsies. I doubt anyone will like it enough to even finish it but here we go. Random Makarov x Graves thought...casually written.

"Who's the Bad Guy?"

By x3no9

Graves 22 has been inexplicably sent back to the 2009 timeline. People he has never seen before are calling themselves by names he is very familiar with, but they either look completely different or just a bit unnervingly different.

He is captured by Makarov, who somehow knows who he is. Graves is still completely clueless and when they pull the hood off his head to torture him, he sees Makarov standing there all cocky and intimidating.

Makarov looks at him...then looks again. Trying to figure out why Graves isn't Graves. He is but just not HIS Graves.

Graves looks up at him and says "Should I know who you are?"

It breaks Makarov's mind, his one eye twitches once. This man who should know all he has done and is capable of doing, DOESN'T KNOW HIM? Unable to accept dismissal at that level he slaps Graves just to threaten him.

It gets absurd to the point where Makarov arms himself to the teeth and states his iconic phrases. Graves just shakes his head lightly "Not jogging my memory, Russia boy." He states in his smooth Southern accent.

Makarov curses in Russian he is actually frustrated on a personal level. Meanwhile, Graves has legit fallen for him as he sees the amount of effort Makarov goes through to try and get him to notice him. He loves that very subtle dimple that forms on Makarov's left cheek whenever he frowns or smiles.

"I like your moxy, Makky. Want to join my private military outfit? You could fill the roll of unhinged, handsome foreigner."

Makarov wants to shoot him so badly but he can't. Graves is an incredibly smug and sexy American, the embodiment of America. He wants to keep him, possess him, wipe that arrogant smirk off his incredibly attractive face.

He has never given anyone a second look but he was looking at Graves. Brazenly, he cups Graves' scarred cheek in his gloved palm then gently slaps his palm against it, patting him like a puppy.

They lock eyes, Graves isn't smiling anymore and Makarov stopped a while back. Things get real.

"Wanna lay some sugar on me, boy?" Graves asks him.

The "boy" bothers Makarov. They are the same age, nearly the same height with Graves being a couple inches shorter. They are both short though in a world of taller men. Tailored for one another in that way, to be able to speak at the same level, eye level, nose to nose... chest to chest.

Makarov sees the wink Graves gives him. Mockery? Who would dare? No, it wasn't. Because as he angrily rips him from the chair by the tactical vest and bumps bodies with him, hard vest to hard vest Graves looks surprised. He wasn't expecting anger. Makarov lightens up a little, shoves him back down and runs his gloved hand through his slightly messy black hair.

Graves sees how soft it looks. Chaotic but soft and the more he looks, the more he wants to touch it.

"What?" Makarov asks, starring him down with his two different colored eyes. One as blue as the deepest ocean, the other green as a regal emerald.

"What do you mean...this thing about putting sugar on you?" He finally asks. The question was bursting from his chest and he couldn't resist asking.

"Give me a kiss." Graves tried throwing him off. Maybe get a rise out of him, see what this man who claims to be Makarov will do.

The henchmen in the room just left. Nothing to see and there was other work that their boss gave them to do. Lingering was disrespectful.

"I'll show you." Graves stands up. He isn't completely restrained to the chair.

Makarov takes a step back, hand slips over the gun at his thigh. Graves leans in, head a little tilted. He walks Makarov back a few feet, right against the cold brick wall. His hands are cuffed behind his back but he is taking the lead for the moment as Makarov is too curious about what his foe is planning.

He dives for it, plants a sweet, firm kiss on Makarov but because Makarov dodged it abit not knowing Graves' intentions, his lips end up close to Makarov's ear. He takes a deep breath, to get a whiff of his scent. He smells great, even with all the dirt and dust of battle on him.

Makarov raises a dark brow at him, staying in place.

"Do it again, cowboy." He looks right at him, right into his mind with an intrigued little smile.

Graves goes in to kiss him again, aiming for his cheek but Makarov's gloved hands are grabbing him on each side of his face. Makarov is going in for the kill, he kisses him square on the mouth. There is a hint of cherry chapstick. He pecks him again, favoring the lower lip then upper lip.

They both like it too much. Graves sighs a little in contentment as Makarov really presses his lips squarely against his own. Graves surprises him with a little lick and suck on the lips. He feels the deep scar on Makarov's lips with his tongue.

Makarov pulls back with a look of bewilderment. That felt like second base it was so eager and wet...and warm... and stimulating. He craves more.