#my beloved man who did nothing wrong (lie)

[5qu1dink]

evil drawings.

[merakiui]

Ahhhh I’m loving the Skully wave, it’s so funny to see how fast you folded for him, not that I’m complaining tho (thankfully he’s nothing like Gojo) He just fits into so many thoughts that are basically either him matching your freak or out freaking you.

Incoming ramble but Ik we talked about prisoner Floyd but what about prisoner Skully? Unlike Floyd, Skully isn’t that intimidating but acc fairly easy to talk to, at least when you first meet him. Torn between Skully being a perceived as a petty criminal, even on paper, but is acc a master manipulator; his story goes that he was a lonely kid and unfortunately got mixed in with the wrong crowd, and was forced to go along with their schemes, and was ultimately arrested and found guilty by association but recurved a lighter punishment, but in reality he manipulated those fools and got a slap on the wrist compared to them. Orrrr going a more simpler route and having him just being regarded as a dangerous criminal from the get go. Maybe you’re a prison nurse and it’s become such a common site to see him brought onto the medical unit all bloody and bartered, yet still maintaining his strange but otherwise pleasant demeanour, so much so that you wonder what he did to end up in prison; you prefer not to read up on your patient’s crimes so that you may not develop any biases that may affect your work. But with Skully your conflicted with “trusting” what he says, and what everyone else, including your gut, is telling you that’s a bad idea.

There’s definitely horny thoughts somewhere here but I got too caught up in the idea and the specifics…as another anon has said work your magic

I folded so quickly for him it’s almost embarrassing, but I simply can’t resist his whimsical charms. He’s so silly goose cutie pie. <3 my most beloved!!! \(//∇//)\

Now as for prisoner Skully…….. >:) ooohhh,, I love the idea of Skully being underestimated solely because he’s so polite and outgoing when interacting with the other officers and prisoners. And he has such a kind face! There’s no way someone like him could ever commit a heinous crime, right? But his sentencing doesn’t lie, nor does the prison jumpsuit he wears.

Every time he comes to you, battered and bloody, he takes your hand in his bruised one and kisses the top of it, calling you all manner of wonderful endearments. He’s particularly fond of calling you “my lovely.” He’s definitely a…unique prisoner. He’s usually on such good behavior, too. It’s the other prisoners who rough him up on account of his being “too creepy.” Though Skully’s smile is sincere, you have to wonder how such a cordial man managed to unnerve so many prisoners. ^^;;; perhaps a dark side you’ve yet to see?

Horny thoughts…… something something Skully somehow manages to drug you on one of his many infirmary visits. Maybe you’re in a secluded room and he’s swiped the muscle relaxant intended for his injuries and used it on you so you’re weak and pliable for him. >:) AAAA but there’s also the idea of Skully intentionally harming himself just so he has a reason to visit you. Perhaps blaming his rough state on those prisoners. They just don’t understand him. :( they’re always hurting him. And you feel just a little bad. He reminds you of a kicked puppy when he’s like this, but that same seemingly weak, defenseless kicked puppy is drugging you and shutting the curtain to the infirmary bed so he can lay you down and have his way with you. :) that’s the best cure, after all.

And then, if he’s just a dangerous criminal from the beginning, perhaps serial killer Skully on death row and he’s really excited for his execution date. Or he was until he fell in love with you and now he doesn’t want death to separate the two of you. >_<

[fushi-mi-elie05]

Lucifer x fem!Reader

.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・

(we were enough)

*not proofread so sorry if there's errors!!

*one shot

*fluff, a small hint of angst?, cute ending, reader is a lucky b*tch/hj

— — —

It was a weird feeling, it's not something she didn't expect to feel.

Was there a reason?

When has she felt this way?

Seeing his smile gracing his features, the soft wrinkles in the sides of his eyes when he squints, the addicting sound of his voice always sends butterflies inside my stomach, it fills up till it makes her want to spill it out.

How did this happen?

A simple conversation turning to a stomach churning affection that can make one's heart beat faster than the speed of light. Is it possible to feel this way?

His protective demeanor, his laughable self, his charming personality and his successful way of creeping into one's heart and occupying each and every corner. He's a flawed man, a wronging yet he tries, he proves he can, a single word and he'll obliged, all for the sake of being shaped into a man she loves like carving a sculpture to the artist's way of perfection. He was determined to be his lady's perfect man, from her favorite man in books, to the man in her drawings, to the sight of a perfect picture.

He didn't expect anything in return for being loved in return was enough to fill the man's heart. Awareness to the happiness of his muse was enough. A reason to change for the better, a chance to be loved by the one he truly cares for.

Can a man really become this perfect?

A ruler of hell who's destined with heavenly characteristics that it was almost impossible to believe he was the ruler of all hell. The sin of Pride yet he was the first man who stole the women's hearts by his ambitious self from an egoistic petty of a man named Adam. A charming one, he is. Although in return, he was banished for wanting to give his dreams a chance to be a reality. All backs turned against him.

Then he met you.

His muse, his perfect sight, a sculpture made to perfection, a fine art that it felt too good to own. Her beauty was the true definition of heavenly beauty. A beauty of flaws, something unique that he can love. She was easily seen as a flaw. To thick or thin, to smooth or rough, to balanced or unbalanced, to tall or short. She defies the supposedly standard for a woman's perfection. In his eyes, she was perfect and a beautiful flaw. A beauty he can't turn away from. She was loved, the day he laid his eyes on her. It pained him to see her treat herself badly just to be loved by others. He wanted to prove to her that she was enough.

Yet, hypocrisy is something all humankind, even heaven's angels to hell's demons, will always possess. How can he prove she's enough when he himself can't be enough to his eyes?

He was a fallen. A disgrace to all heavenly figures. A ruler who brought evil to mankind. Even if his intentions were pure, his pride got the better of himself. He lost everything he once dreamed of. How can he prove it?

“You're enough.”

“Darling, you are enough.”

It almost sounds like a chocolate covered lie. It wasn't enough.

“My love, you are the most beautiful creation I had the honors to lay my eyes upon.”

He never gave up. It would be a disgrace as the sin of Pride, the ruler of Hell. Because she was the essence of perfection, he did everything to be the one she desired, to the style, personality, and charm.

Yet he wonders, how come nothing much has changed? How come she smiles and forgets her flaws without him doing something drastic to his character?

She was loved, knowing he was willing to love her. To make her see what he sees.

“ Luci? My dear, you are just enough. ”

“ But I'm not. I wasn't and will never be enough. Please, my dear love, change me to the man who deserves each of your love. Then I will be enough. “

He begged, kneeling down before his beloved, his pride leaving his body, mind, heart, and soul, as he looked up to her with love lingering in his crimson eyes. She didn't ask for much. She didn't change him much. Because he was enough.

“Being able to be selfless, to lower your pride, to show me that I'm enough, is what I consider for you to be enough.”

They gave a heartfelt laugh and caressed his cheeks, softly as a feather glazing one's skin.

“I didn't expect the Ruler of Hell, the Sin of Pride, to kneel down before a lowly sinner. Willing a sinner to change you in order to make me feel loved, is not usually what a man like you would do. Who wouldn't fall for that? My dear, proving that you're willing to do anything for us, it should be enough.”

His eyes swelled with tears, touched by her words. He couldn't help himself. He felt what was supposed to be heaven, his lips fitting perfectly to hers. A match perfectly made in either Heaven or Hell. They experienced love that they thought they wouldn't feel again. An emotion they weren't bound to taste as punishment for their sins.

Yet they yearned for each and every affection, enjoying it as if it was their last meal. Ravaging with pleasure, lust clouded their eyes, it was a sinful sight to behold, yet their endearment was innocent as Heaven portrays it in their words.

“I love you like how I love my ducks”

She couldn't help but give a light chuckle.

“I love you as much as how you love your cute little ducks.”

“How about me? Am I cute?”

He teased but his eyes were filled with nothing but adoration.

“No~”

“Aw come on!”

The end.

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ig i should post this quick lucifer fic that i wrote on my friend's sleepover because i was high on caffeine and couldn't sleep:'))) i hope you all enjoy it<333

[mayajadewrites]

could've been you: aizawa x reader x hawks

summary: You're the new teacher at UA with a rocky past with one of their beloved teachers, Shouta Aizawa aka Eraserhead. You'd rather never see him again but alas, such is life. You also meet Keigo, aka Hawks, who is the opposite of Aizawa. Smiley, golden retriever energy. Nothing could go wrong... right? relationships: aizawa x fem!reader, hawks x fem!reader warnings: some chapters will be NSFW, they will have a warning on them in bold.

CHAPTER THREE

"You're starting to give me stalker vibes, Aizawa." You watch as his body leaves the wall he was leaning on. "How long have you been standing out here?"

"Since I heard you moan that bird's name."

You freeze. He heard that? He's 2 doors down. He has to be lying.

But that's way too specific to be a lie.

"Sorry I disrupted your sleep." You shrug and turn to go back into your room.

"You know I don't sleep." Aizawa slid his hands in his pockets and stepped towards you. His hair was pulled in a half up, half down style, pieces of his hair framing his face.

"Yeah, I can tell." You look up at Aizawa as his tall body hovers over yours. "Those under eye bags don't lie." You take the pad of your thumb and softly touch the skin under his eye. He watches your movements closely, his body jumping slightly at the touch.

You pull your hand back, unsure of why you even did that.

You hate this man.

"I might have some face products that'll help you out." You try to ease the tension you now feel in the pit of your stomach. "You know, to look less tired."

"I don't trust you coming near my face like that." He turned his head away from you. "Do you hear that?"

You try to focus on the noises in the building. There's pipes, the sounds of students playing video games, and then you hear giggling.

"It's my students." He whispers. "It's past curfew, they should be in their rooms."

You hear footsteps starting to get closer, and closer.

Aizawa pushed you gently into your room, locking the door behind him.

"I didn't know this was your room, Eraser."

"I didn't want the students seeing us, well, more you dressed like that." His dark brown eyes travelled up and down your body.

"And why's that?! Teachers can't have a life outside of school?" You plant your hands on your hips. "It's stupid to think they don't know that teachers are real people outside of the classroom."

"You have a hickey on your neck." Aizawa used his index finger to poke at the bruise. "They would've thought I did that if they saw us standing together."

"You wish you did." You turn on your heel to your kitchen and grab a water from your fridge. "Since you're here, do you want something to drink? Poison perhaps?"

"Water is fine." Aizawa makes his way to your couch, around were Keigo was just sitting, making out with you. His hands all over your skin.

After you hand Aizawa the bottle of water, you sit parallel to him on the couch. A considerable space away from him.

"You really paused the movie you were watching?" Aizawa extended his arm across the back of the couch, almost touching the top of your head.

"Yeah, I wanted to finish it. I also don't like background noise when I'm... you know."

"Start it over." He leaned back and got himself more comfortable.

"Why? I've seen-"

"I haven't seen it. So can you for once just shut up and listen?"

You didn't argue. You pressed the 'Start Over' button and let the movie play.

You couldn't believe it. Aizawa was laughing. Not a loud laugh, by any means, but he let out a chuckle. You couldn't help but smile at the sound of his laugh.

As the movie progressed, your eyes felt more and more heavy.

You don't remember when you stopped watching.

_________________________

Your eyes fluttered open as the sunlight of a new day crept through your curtains.

But you weren't on your bed.

You felt someone breathing underneath you.

Your eyes grew wide as you softly turned, noticing the white t-shirt that you were just laying on. Complete with a chest and arms of muscle.

Your eyes flicker up, noticing Aizawa's eyes are closed. He's sleeping. His snores are light as his arms wrap around you tighter. You didn't want to wake him up, but you also didn't want to be laying on him anymore.

You squint to look at your microwave clock. 6:04 AM. You could let him sleep for another hour. He never sleeps.

You close your eyes again, leaning your head on his chest. You feel his cheek rest on top of your head as his hold on you tightens just ever so slightly.

You feel Aizawa's arms gently move you off of him as he stands up. "How long was I out?"

"Your guess is as good as mine. I don't remember when I fell asleep. But when I woke up, there you were."

"Shit, I have to get ready. The students can't see me leaving your room."

"Well how the turns table." You pad over to your bathroom. "Find a way out. I'm gonna shower." You wave and close the bathroom door.

What the fuck is happening.

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You dont know how, but Aizawa got out without being seen. You showered off last night and covered your hickey with some concealer. You can't help but think about how calm you felt with Aizawa. How relaxed he was.

When you walk into the classroom, it's like nothing ever happened. The students are all talking about... whatever it is going on in their teen lives. Aizawa is in the front of the room, organizing papers on his desk.

"Good morning Eraser." You set your bag down. "What's on the agenda for class today?"

"The kids are gonna spar each other in the gym space. We're gonna observe how they do against each other."

"That explosive kid is gonna be insane." You watch Bakugo as he pouts at something Midoria just said.

"Alright class, we want to see what you can do. We'll be sparring in the gym, so be prepared to use your quirks. Sparring partners will be told to you when we get there." Aizawa opened the door and walked out of the room. You followed behind him, along with the students.

"You better watch out Icy Hot, I'm gonna beat the crap out of you."

"You're awfully confident." Shoto said with his hands in his pockets. You worry about him and his home life. Enji was a terrible father, maybe still is, and Shoto no doubt has a lot of trauma. You stare at the scar on his face, a piece of your heart breaking.

You sit on the bleachers with Aizawa as he names off the list of people and their sparring partners. You lean back, looking up at the sky through the sun-roof of the building. The sky is bright blue, only a few clouds in the sky.

You watch as the clouds move over head. So peaceful.

Then you see a flash of dark red flying through the air. You smile when you see Keigo stop and wave at you, his yellow glasses sat perfectly on his face.

You watch him pull his phone out, seemingly texting you.

Keigo: You look beautiful even from up here.

You smile down at your phone and you can feel Aizawa staring at your phone screen. But you weren't going to give a reaction.

You: Hopefully you can't see the little present you left me. ;)

Keigo: Sorry, I couldn't help but want to taste you.

Your cheeks started to burn and you slid your phone in your pocket. Aizawa rolled his eyes, leaning his forearms on his legs as he leans his body forward.

You knew Aizawa was watching you. You knew that bothered him.

Oh well.

[anxiousnerdwritings]

My Most Dearest (Name),

I have not a thought in my mind whether I will actually allow this letter to ever be seen by your eyes, but I must be honest with you somehow. Even if you never find out about it, least this way I can live with myself knowing I stayed true to my heart to some degree. This may only become a simple reminder of what I yearned for most of all and if that’s so then so be it, but I need to let this out in some way or I’ll implode on myself with regret for not telling you.

I am sure you have already heard the news, the whole realm is buzzing with it like a bunch of frenzied, incessant little gnats. I have no doubt that Viserys came to you first before relaying it to any other soul, let alone before announcing it to the courts. But it is indeed true; he and I will be wed soon enough. Even simply writing it does nothing to make it feel any less wrong to me. Do not misunderstand me, I do respect your brother. I respect both the king and the seven kingdoms, as well as my father but I did not want for any of this. My heart and soul do not want for this betrothal. Not only am I losing such a beloved friend that I held so dear in Rhaenyra for my part in this, but I will be made to live out a complete and utter lie for all the days to come. I will be made to carry and birth the heirs of a man I have no love for, to stand by his side as his loyal wife and queen. I don’t want to live a lie. I cannot, especially not for you to watch me do so.

My heart has truly and undeniably been ensnared by you. You are the only one it beats for, you are the only one it has any want or need for. I want only for you to be my husband, I want only to bare your children and only your children. I need not for any other man’s seed but yours to grace me with. I know it has been all that you have desired above all else for a family of your own but fearing to never see it come true as a result of your ailing health. You don’t wish to be a burden to anyone let alone the burden of the ‘unfortunate’ lady who ends up marrying you, but I could not want for anything more than to be the one to forever be by your side. Not just as your caregiver but as your loving wife and the mother of your children. You wouldn’t be a burden to me, I could never bring myself to think of you as such. You are so much more to me than that, if only you knew. If only you knew what I was willing to do to make it all happened for you, for us.

Instead I am forced into a position I can not break away from. I have my duties, my responsibilities as a woman but I wish with my entire being that it were you I was wedding and not your brother. I have hoped and prayed to the gods that it would all end in my favor, but the gods can be oh so cruel, can’t they?

What I thought was simply to be my desperate professing of my inner deepest feelings has made me all the more unyielding in my dedication and love for you. I do not want to give up loving you, I will not give up loving you. I will find a way to make what I want happen. I will make us happen. I vow to you no matter what, I will make our love come to be.

Forever yours,

Your devoted Lady of Hightower

[shima-draws]

Okay so. I'm like, 99% done with V3 and I realized I've barely shared like any of my thoughts here so. SPOILERS AHEAD

-The fact that Ryoma wanted to die and was fighting to find something to live for only to find out that he had NOTHING...that shit was sad bro

-Was NOT expecting Kirumi at all but in retrospect it's the least suspicious ones that you should be the most suspicious of. Also her execution was p brutal

-ANGIE WITH THE CULT...the fact that she managed to brainwash half the group had me terrified. Also her Atua worshipping got real old real fast. I hate religious cults lmao I was literally sitting there like "I REALLY hope she's the one to die this chapter" bc if I had to read one more sentence of her being like "Atua will save us all <3" I WOULD have gone to play in traffic.

-Angie needed to go but TENKO 😭 She was just a hopeless lesbian in love with Himiko she did not deserve what happened to her

-Speaking of Himiko I was kinda meh about her at first but after the chapter 3 trial her character developed so wonderfully...it was so nice to see her grow and change and learn to express herself 🥺

-TRAINING TRIO MY BELOVED FOREVER AND EVER AND EVER I would kill for them genuinely.

-My hatred for Kokichi only grew as time went on but after forcing Gonta to kill. MAN. That trial was so heartbreaking Gonta was just trying his best to protect everyone :"( Kokichi's such a little shit

-Kaito brushing off his illness as just him being afraid of ghosts AGGHHHH I knew there was something wrong from the start but seeing it progress and get worse was just 😭 I was literally sitting there like. Does he have a terminal illness. Oh my god he's going to die isn't he. NO HE'S MY FAVORITE PLEASEEEEE

-Was NOT expecting the space colony twist but even more so was the fact that the world ended...not once, but TWICE

-Me during chapter 4: How much you wanna bet next chapter Kokichi's gonna get killed and Kaito's gonna be the one who kills him Me during the chapter 5 trial: FUCKING. CALLED IT!!!!!!

-MAKI FALLING FOR KAITO and admitting it right before his execution.......my heart can't TAKE this shit please!!!!

-Kaito dying from his illness before the execution was even over...Monokuma being pissed about it...everyone looking at him and going HA BITCH YOU THOUGHT! Kaito beat you!!

-Also me during all this: NOT KAITO THAT'S SHUICHI'S EMOTIONAL SUPPORT BOYFRIEND

-Keebo going off the rails was not on my 2024 bingo card but here we are

-KAEDE DIED FOR NO REASON?? She didn't actually kill Rantaro. My girl was innocent after all huh 😔

-Me, 3 chapters in: Tsumugi is so boring she literally brings nothing to the plot whatsoever. She's just...there Me, during the chapter 6 class trial: OHHHH. THAT WAS INTENTIONAL. I KNEW they wouldn't just have a useless character that should have been my first clue honestly

-Also me: Why do the Monocubs even exist. They've done nothing but comedy routines and die this entire time. They're literally pointless?? I've been watching Game Grumps play V3 and every time they come on screen Dan and Arin collectively sigh together. LMAO

-Imagine me with my jaw on the FLOOR once everything was revealed to be fictional. It's all a lie?? They Truman Show'd this shit?? Neither of the first two games MATTERED?? (A friend explained that DRV3 is in a separate universe than the first two games so that calmed me down a little lmao I would have been so pissed if it were actually the case that everyone from the first two games were just. Not real. Didn't actually exist. It was all faked)

Anyway I'm not completely done with the game yet I'm at the tail end of the chapter 6 trial so we'll see how things go from here 😬 This has been a wild ride. An emotional rollercoaster for sure

[bloopitynoot]

Reading SVSSS: Bonus- Chapter 31

For those who don't know, I am reading SVSSS for the first time and sharing my thoughts!

If you have not read it, there will be spoilers! Consider this a warning.

Also- if you want to follow along, I am aiming to post updates daily. You can find all the posts in the tag bloopitynoot reads SVSSS. You can also check out the intro post for context on my read.

I am in a food coma right now, I am not going to lie. I went on a double date today that was a donut crawl part 1/2. We went to two local donut shops and sampled donuts- it was so tasty but also, SO MUCH SUGAR.

(I did read the chapter pre donut meal though with some white tea).

Left side Lady Glaze: we rated these 3/5. They were fine. But honestly not as good as they were when they opened the shop! Right side Debrodniks, much better but so sweet 4/5.

We have two more places to check out, but that will be another weekend LOL.

let's gooo chapter 31

I'm three sentences in and already intrigued by the chapter. Although, I am terrified for the nature of the survey questions. p339

unrelated to this chapter- this is such a random thing to include in this book. What I would give to have a glimpse into the brain of MXTX. Like I 100% want to know how this book came together and why certain things were included or not. So good

starting this interview with sass from Binghe AND unanswered age questions that even airplane has 0 idea about. pp339-340

Also airplane with this survey: yeah, let's just not answer these next 30 questions....p340

Airplane: describe each other. SQQ with 0 chill: (not actually but my interpretation of this literature) LBH cries so much, is a little bitch, and is also a big simp. LBH: Shizun is so kind. p340

Wait, this went from kind of awful for the duo to really soft. "What do you hate about one another?" LBH & SQQ: Nothing. p341.

Baby Binghe wants to husband this man so badly. p342

oh god. The fact that LBH thinks the Water Prison was their first date is WILD. p343

"A helpless masochist; beyond cure" not wrong about LBH. p345

My personal headcanon during this interview is that airplane is listening to these two and watching them interact and simultaneously questioning two things; 1. his own relationship dynamic with Mobei-jun and how the two in front of him are a disaster 2. his entire writing of LBH in PIDW and what has become of his beloved protagonist. p347

LOL WAIT. The next page he does indeed reflect on the second thought I wrote and PIDW. p348

"Best way to please your partner during sex" LBH: <confidently> not crying. Pls help this man, the standards LOL. p350

These two are so weird, but they work

I honestly don't know how they work, I don't even know how to describe this couple to other people, but like good for them. What two absolute weirdos. One is trying to actively gaslight themselves into being straight (while actively caring about the other) and the other is just smitten. So damn weird.

ONE MORE CHAPTER TO GO! I hope to read it tomorrow morning (honestly mostly because Monday I want to start on the massive pile of fanfic yall have been so kind to share with me).

[cammickelthwaite]

some psych as scottisg uni students ideas, inspired by my beloved (/p) @psychcollegeau and egged on by the psych discord

Shawn and Gus are best friends from nursery. Jules and Lassie met during freshers and hang around with each other. Gus and Jules are flatmates in one of the lovely, pretty flats. Shawn and Lassie are flatmates in one of the shitey flats.

Gus has SAAS on speed dial because he keeps panicking that his funding hasn't been sent, and his loan comes in late in September, and did he mess up? Because he got double in September? Is that normal? The SAAS helpline guy is so done with him.

Jules has a part time retail job and is also a guide leader and is also the president of the SSAGO and is also trying to pass her classes. She is so busy all the time. Physically incapable of doing nothing.

Shawn and Gus are from near Glasgow. Lassie's from Aberdeenshire. Jules is dead central, and is so done with Shawn and Gus calling her a East Coaster/Lassie calling her a West Coaster

They have an argument over what to call those rubber shoes you wear in primary school PE and end up not talking for a week

Shawn is the only one in the group who doesn't use "ken". Gus just adopts it into his speech, but Shawn will make the stupid doll joke every single time

Shawn and Lassie's love language is making fun of eachother's accents. I'm a Doric Lassie truther <3

Buzz is very American. Buzz doesn't understand why whenever the other four meet someone from somewhere else in Scotland, their response is "ew" or "I'm sorry."

He also doesn't understand why he can't meet any of the four's pet haggi. They seem such sweet pets. He is HORRIFIED at Burn's night.

Shawn goes to Edinburgh Castle every weekend to do the most exaggerated Scottish accent ever and lie to tourists. He's convinced them he speaks Gaelic. The only one who knows whether or not that is true is Gus, and he won't tell.

"Strip the Willow is not a competitive dance" it is for Shawn and Lassie. It is.

Gus cried when the student union stopped their amazing pizza deal. Me too, Gus, me too.

Vick is captain of the shinty team that Jules is on. She's from the middle of fucking nowhere in the Highlands. I love her.

Jules is on Ruairidh Gray tiktok.

Gus is a biochem student who shows up to the complete wrong campus for his introduction to the course and has a mental breakdown

Shawn is an English and Scottish lit (I'm not projecting, you are) student. Literacy Studies 1A might kill him. The lectures are so boring and so obvious and you have never seen a man who wants to fight his professor more.

Lassie is a history student. Jules is a criminal justice student.

please ask me more questions i love to gossip

[colorfulbard]

The Great Escape Artist

Summary♡ Your very brilliant plan goes wrong after being captured by the Marines.

Pairing♡ Buggy x Reader

Warning♡ Brief descriptions of torture and blood, but nothing super graphic. Lightly suggestive NSFW

A/N♡ Ever since I saw the posts about LA!Buggy with a Harley Quinn inspired reader I haven't been able to get out of my head. This fanfic is fully based off this scene from suicide squad, "Harley's Great Escape scene". This is written with LA! Buggy in mind, but you can still read it as Anime Buggy too.

w/c♡ 3.8k

This was the first time in your life that your mind had been quiet enough to let you think for an extended period of time. Which felt depressing, so, you pushed that to the back of your mind. There were more important things at the forefront of it. Like, for example, despite having been tortured for about an hour or so, this wasn't the worst day of your life. You knew what day that was.

That horrible day had caused you to be saddled with a 25-million berry bounty. A bounty that made shitty days a common occurrence thanks to the Marines. Not a day went by where you didn't spot your bounty poster with that number, courtesy of those pesky fuckers. It felt undeserved in your opinion. The only thing you had done that day was set yourself free. It's not your fault there was collateral damage along the way.

You did, however, feel quite satisfied when you learned it was higher than Arlong's. Irregardless of that satisfying discovery, that bounty still brought nothing but trouble your way. This time trouble led to you strung up by your wrists in chains, swaying from side-to-side.

"Who sent you?" The cadet had been asking the same question over and over. You were getting sick of it.

You didn't respond, you hadn't responded since he began asking. You began to hum to yourself as a distraction. The cadet grew impatient at the sound of your humming and placed his hands over your abdomen to send waves of electricity into your body.

You grit your teeth to hold back a scream, waiting for him to finally grow tired. Who knew this branch had a cadet with devil fruit powers specifically for torture? You did now. You learned his powers were using electric shocks.

The cadet finally let up and turned away from you to seemingly take a breather. He began to fiddle with a mini transponder snail, most likely to inform the pseudo Captain of the base that no progress was made. That man was surely was going to be displeased at that. You tried not to laugh at the thought of that man throwing a temper tantrum. Typical Marine behavior.

You've never met a single Marine that was actually a good person. Not even the actual Captain was a good person despite public opinion saying otherwise. Everyone in this little town said he was the best Captain they've ever had. Hardworking, responsible, and a loving husband.

Too bad that last trait was a lie.

That was something you found out the hard way. There were rumors going around that this specific branch had maps to the grandline. Which is what your beloved Captain was desperately searching for. You couldn't blame him for your plan going sideways. He didn't even know you were here.

Your Captain had his own stupid plan, which you said was brilliant (a lie), and you came up with your own. It was full proof. You'd done stuff like this a million times before.

You had put on your best dress, your favorite; a gorgeous red dress gifted to you by your Captain. You put makeup on to cover up your most recognizable features. Then, found the Marine Captain's favorite bar. From there, it was simple, you seduced him, and allowed him to take you back to the base to get the information you needed. It was going great, but then it all went to hell when he recognized you.

He had placed a hand on your cheek and accidently wiped some of the makeup off, revealing what was underneath.

Thankfully, you found out everything you needed before you put the bullet through his skull.

Everything was still going okay, until his damn wife showed up just after you killed him. She screamed at the top of her lungs at the sight of him. That was the moment you found out the pig was actually married. You compared the teary face to the one in a picture on his desk. Sweet picture, they were gazing into each others eyes, holding hands. He was wearing a fancy tux and she, in a beautiful white dress.

Their wedding day.

You were almost jealous till you remembered he was intent on cheating had you not stopped him. They were probably living a nice, calm life. Maybe they were happy (despite attempted infidelity) and thinking about starting a little family.

You let your eyes linger on that loving photograph for too long, which is how you got caught in the first place.

You were thinking too much whilst staring at it. Until a whole squadron showed up with rifles drawn and pointed at you. They, obviously, recognized your poster thanks to the makeup being smeared.

From there, the pseudo Captain took over and ordered to have captured to get information. That damn Captain was surprisingly cruel despite not bothering to get his own hands dirty.

He ordered to have you tortured till the end of the next day. If you died before then you'd just be sent back to your Captain, in pieces. If you had put in your own two cents, which you did just before he left, you said it was unoriginal, uninspired. Nothing flashy about that, as your dear Captain would say.

You'd received your first shock of many after saying that.

You twitched at the feeling of blood dripping from your nose, reminding you of your current situation. If that cadet succeeded in contacting that Captain you were screwed. Which meant it was time for your great escape.

With the cadet turned away and distracted, you took the opportunity to lift your head from its downturn position and glare into the back of his head. You gripped the chains and used them to slowly lift yourself up. When you were high enough that your legs reached his neck you swung yourself forward to wrap your thighs around his neck. You squeezed as tight as you could and lifted yourself higher to make sure he couldn't try stomping his feet on the ground.

He was digging his fingers into your thighs, clearly trying to use his powers, but it wouldn't work. They were useless now thanks to the sea prism jewelry you had on your ankle. It was the one gift you had kept from your old life. The one thing that bastard gave you that was actually useful.

The cadet was finally losing his strength and went completely limp. That's when you finally snapped his neck and let go. His body fell to the ground and you spotted a key on his hip. You smiled and slowly tiptoed your way up his body to grip the key with your toes.

You took a deep breath and prepared yourself to rely on your upper body strength again. You bent your body forward so your feet could reach the lock on your wrists. You groaned at the pain coming from your abdomen, the pain from the shocks didn't help. You'd like to think that your Captain would be proud if he could see you. That acrobatic training paid off.

You sighed in relief when your aching wrists were finally free and let go of the chains. You dropped down on your hands and knees, and took a few deep breaths. You assessed the damage on your body when you stood. Your thighs had red marks on them and your beloved dress was ripped up the side. Your abdomen was also horrendously sore.

You growled and eyed the pistol at the cadets hip. You smirked and pointed it at his head. Even if he was dead, snapping his neck wasn't good enough for you. You shot him in the face and reveled at the blood splatter it created.

"That's for my dress, fucker," you spat as you stepped over him.

Before opening the door leading out, you grabbed a pair of boots for your bare feet (they took your shoes, pervs) and cracked your neck to alleviate the ache there.

On the other side of the door, two Marines were at attention. They appeared suspicious because of the gunshot from the other side. Especially since their "Captain" gave no such orders to do so.

It was too bad they wouldn't be able to warn anyone, but then again, the two consecutive shots that rang out would be signal enough. You grabbed another pistol off them to prepare for the eventual onslaught of Marines that were surely on their way.

You kicked open the next door that hopefully led to an exit, only to find a circular room with multiple pathways leading who knows where. You didn't even have time to think about which one to take before they all started running in, like rats who spotted the cheese. They were coming from all sides, it kept you on your toes, literally. You were twirling around the room firing shot after shot on the tips of your toes.

Even if there was a risk of death, you had to admit, it was fun. It felt like you were dancing with the way your skirt spread out around you.

When the last two cadets finally fell, your fun was over and the pistols clicked. You dropped them to the ground, deeming them useless and ran down the path with the most dead marines. You kicked open another door and found what you assumed was the armory, based on the walls full of weapons.

Fancy iron gates separated you from the mass array of weapons they had, so, you had to get creative. You headbutted one charging at you and kicked a gate closed on two others trying to open from the other side. Geez, these guys were like a damn hydra. Take one out and two more take its place. They never stopped.

The next one tried stabbing you with a knife, a nice change of pace, but useless. You looked down forlornly at your dress and, with a heavy sigh, ripped off a long piece of it. You wrapped it around the wrist of the knife wielder and maneuvered yourself around him. You were back to back with him and with all your strength, you flipped him over you onto another Marine running in. Both of them grunted and fell to the floor.

Another came charging at you and you ran to the other side of the now open iron gate to slam into the Marines face. He groaned in pain with a fierce glare and thrust his arm through the opening to attempt to stab you, big mistake. You grabbed his wrist and crushed it on the gate causing him to scream and drop the knife. He had no time to recover because you began to repeatedly strike his face into the ornate design covering the sides of the gate.

Yes, it was bloody mess and unnecessary, but it was way more fun than using a pistol.

You cheered when he fell to the ground and turned back to your possible exit to see another blocking your way. You rolled your eyes, just how many soldiers did they have wandering around?

As you stalked towards him, he flinched with a knife in hand. You hummed with a chuckle, at least someone here finally had the decency to fear you. It wouldn't save him from your wrath anyway.

Despite the fear in his eyes he lunged at you. You grabbed his wrist and bent it back into his torso in retaliation. You ears perked up at the found of footsteps right behind you and you kicked your leg back, aiming high. The first fell forward and you grabbed the knife before he fell to the ground.

The second choked and held onto his throat. "Bullseye!" You cheered at the sight. You pinned him to the gate and slit his throat.

It looked like you were down to your last one here. He was holding a knife, a popular weapon here. You dropped your own and pulled the sash taut in your hands, that was all you needed. He lunged at you and you used his own momentum against him. You wrapped the fabric around his wrist and moved yourself behind him to pin his own hand to his throat and pulled.

He slit his own throat thanks to you.

You sighed and grabbed two rifles from the ground. "How careless," you mused. You walked out of the armory and pushed open what was hopefully the last fucking door before the exit. You were now in a long hallway with double doors at the end.

Too bad a whole squadron of Marines were blocking the way, the same ones who caught you. You smirked as you watched them all begin to charge you and the captain yelling orders.

"GET HER!" He yelled.

You opened fire on all of them. They didn't even have a chance as you cackled with glee, never once letting go of the trigger. They all fell to the ground with their blood decorating the drab, white walls. And then it was down to one person. The beloved "Captain" of this Marine base. He pressed himself against a wall, gripping a small pistol in his shaking hands.

You snickered and slowly walked towards him until you were close enough to kick the pistol out of his hand. He whimpered and raised his hands up, "w-what do y-you want?" He asked, cowering under your gaze.

You knelt down to his level and raised a hand to cup his cheek. He yelped at the feeling of your cold, bloodied hand, but didn't dare push it away. He froze at the sight your eerily calm smile and clenched his eyes shut as you leaned forward. He flinched at the feeling of your cold, rough lips on his cheek. You pulled away to whisper something into his ear before leaning back and finally leaving this damn hellscape.

"Captain Buggy sends his regards."

The moment you stepped outside you breathed in the fresh air and took in your surroundings. There was still daylight outside, most likely late in the afternoon now. The brightness of the sun made it easy to spot three familiar faces sneaking around the side of the base.

Peeking around, watching the grand entrance of the base, was Mohji. He narrowed his eyes at the inactivity. "Are you sure this is it?" He asked, skeptical. He had a weird feeling about it considering it was so quiet. Not a single Marine in sight.

Cabaji, who stood next to Mohji, hummed in agreement. "He has a point, Captain. There's no one here." He pointed to the unguarded entrance.

The esteemed Captain, Buggy, rolled his eyes and pointed to the sign displaying, '149th Marine base'. "Yes, positive. It's pretty hard to fucking miss." He chocked up the missing Marines to pure luck and pulled out two knives. He took a deep breath, "Okay, get ready in three, two..."

"What are you guys doing?"

Your familiar voice appearing behind Cabaji caused him to practically jump out of his skin.

"What the-?! What the hell are you doing out here?!" He exclaimed.

Buggy ignored his outburst and blinked owlishly at the sight of you. He ran over here with Cabaji and Mohji in tow after hearing word that the Marines had finally captured 'Buggy's Beloved Harlequin'. So, to see you here, alive, was quite a confusing sight.

He glanced back at the base and then at you, he shook off the lingering confusion. "We're here to save you!" He explained, gesturing to you.

You pouted and held back tears forming. "You were gonna... Save me?" You whimpered.

Buggy groaned and scratched the back of his head sheepishly. "Yes, it was a really good plan too..." He trailed off, slightly disappointed it was ruined.

You frowned, "well I could go back inside and you could still do it," you suggested.

Buggy scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Yeah, not gonna happen, angel face." He grabbed your wrist to pull you close. He wrapped a hand around your waist and held you close to his chest.

You giggled and wrapped your arms around his neck. You sighed at the feeling of his warm hand on your cheek. You could tell his eyes were on your bloody nose. "You kill all the fuckers that did this to you?" He asked, voice low in a whisper. He looked back into your eyes and you could see the rage that filled them.

You smiled and pressed a sweet kiss to his lips. It always warmed your heart when he cared for you like that. While he had his cowardly moments, he never backed down from a fight when it came to you. His anger was momentarily forgotten about until you pulled away.

Your eyes were still glued to his lips when you answered his question. "'Course I did. Every drop spilled was courtesy of Buggy, the genius jester.-" you pecked his lips- "even left one alive to tell the tale." You kissed him again and placed your hands on his cheeks so he couldn't pull away.

Buggy still managed to pull away despite that and chuckled. "Stop trying to distract me, angel. The hell were doing in there anyway?" He asked, rubbing comforting circles on your hip. Good thing he hadn't noticed your ruined dress yet.

You pulled away from him and grabbed his hand. "Let's talk about this on the ship. Reinforcements from the next town over are probably on their way." You laughed, "and I don't think they'll be happy to see the mess here." You tried to lead him away, only to be pulled back into his arms.

Cabaji and Mohji tried cutting in after successfully ignoring your loving reunion.

"She has a point, Captain-" began Mohji.

"Yeah, we should really-" continued Cabaji.

"Shut up!" Snapped Buggy, glaring at the two who cowered. His attention was back on you with an enamored expression. Buggy grabbed you by the waist. "Does that mean you-?"

You nodded, "uh-huh." You tried pulling away again, but were stuck in his tight grip. You furrowed your brows, but that tense expression melted away when you felt his soft lips on yours again. That was one feeling you would never get tired of.

You sucked in a sharp breath when you felt his tongue against your lips. Even though you were dying to feel more of him, you had to break the kiss to focus. You were breathless, "remember we have to go." You grabbed his hand to lead him away.

Buggy groaned and followed behind, but not before dragging you back one last time against his chest to whisper a promise in your ear. "I swear the second we get on that ship... You're mine." He nipped the shell of your ear.

You squealed and pulled away. "Then, hurry up, Captain!"

He finally allowed himself to dragged along and laughed with you. Clearly, he was ecstatic to see your gorgeous face until he spotted something peculiar. His anger rose tenfold when he finally noticed.

"What the hell happened to your dress?!"

It took time and a lot of kisses to get him to calm down about the dress when you reached the ship. You were currently sitting on his bed, fingers stroking his hair as he knelt down in front of you. He was assessing the damage. Even though the ship's doctor already had, he still wanted to check every square inch.

You shivered when his warm hands lightly trailed over the skin of your bare legs. It was easy considering you were wearing one of his shirts. You smiled at the concerned expression he had. It was easy to get him to calm down by running your hands through his beautiful hair.

All bets were off, however, when he finally saw the red marks on your thighs from where the marine gripped you.

"Who did this?" He asked softly, his eyes glued on the finger shaped marks.

The smile didn't leave your face, it only grew when you heard his tone. You could tell that he was ready to storm the base again, if only to burn it down. You trailed your hand down from his hair to his cheek.

You stroked his cheekbone with your thumb. "You don't have to worry about it now," you whispered, putting your other hand on the marks with a demented smile. "He's dead. These are a... memento..." You were still quite proud of your method of killing and you were sure Buggy would be too when you told him.

"Are you serious?" He asked after your retelling. You nodded and giggled when he stood up to push you back into the bed. He pressed a kiss to your inner thigh and crawled on top of you. "Lucky bastard, getting to die between your thighs." He pressed kisses to your neck as he spoke.

You couldn't stop laughing and let out a delighted yelp when nipped the spot under your ear. "What? Don't tell me that's your dream now?" You pulled his head away from the spot in your neck to gaze into his eyes.

"I'm just saying I'd die a happy man if that were to happen."

You shook your head, laughter dying down when you felt his thumb trail over your cheek. The look in his eyes turned sour, he could see the makeup you used to coverup was smeared off. "Are you alright?" He asked.

He didn't need to say more for you to understand what he was referring to. There wasn't a day that passed where he didn't check in with you. You did the same for him when you noticed him looking in the mirror for longer than normal.

You grabbed the hand touching your face pressed your lips to it. "I'm fine." You held his hand there.

Buggy didn't want to press the issue and nodded. He leaned away from you to lay back against the pillows and open his arms for you. You smiled and crawled into his arms to rest your head against his chest. "I love you," you sighed.

"Love you too, angel."

It used to hurt to look into a mirror, but Buggy changed that. He knew what it felt like to have people turn away in shame after being caught staring. Now, as you stood in front of his vanity, staring, you didn't break the mirror. You used to do that a lot when you first came, but he never cared about constantly needing to replace it. He just cared about comforting your raging thoughts of insecurity.

With a soft candle illuminating your face in the mirror, you raised a tentative hand to your face. You lightly touched the clean-cut mark there. It started at the edge of your lips and ended at the your cheek. There was a matching one on the other side. It was scarred permanently there years ago. You let your hand fall. You looked back at the love of your life, snoring, and snickered to yourself.

No time to think of that, you had to get back to bed before he woke up. The candle was blown out, and so were any negative thoughts brewing in your head.

[borathae]

Sibi my queen regent, I’m back with another request 👭👸 I’m missing MV Yoonkook recently so I was wondering if can we have HCs for them? Smutty or fluffy or angsty just anything my queen regent please 🙏🏾💜

Ah yes my darling anonie is back ehehwhe I’m still loving the nickname ✊🏻😔💜 ALSO YES I’M IN CONSTANT SANGUIS YOONKOOK BRAIN ROT I SHALL GIVE YOU WHAT YOU WANT 👀🤪 all three because I like pain :)

Yoongi has nightmares about losing Kook

you must know that he doesn’t show how much he feels for the younger vampire

but it’s a lot

and he has nightmares about losing him

he tries to protect him in said nightmares

tries to fight whatever is killing his Kook

tries to run faster

or warn him louder

but he never wins, destined to watch his Kookie die

Yoongi wakes up sweaty whenever he dreams of it

and he'll lie there paralysed for a few moments and tears will escape his eyes

he'll be silent, but his chest will be tight and he will be shaking against his will

he refuses to fall back asleep when it happens

so he'll leave bed for a drink

taking it with his trembling hand barely holding the glass

sometimes he'll even leave his wing to get fresh air

whenever he does, he'll linger by Jungkook’s door, trying so hard to listen for him

Yoongi only feels at peace once his breathing meets his ears

one night, Yoongi woke up from an especially brutal nightmare and he went for a walk

he tried to linger by Jungkook’s door again but his breathing never came

and so Yoongi panicked, he panicked so much

he tried opening the locked door, fought for air, tried not to cry again

until a sweet, yet worried voice behind him said "hyungie? What are you doing?"

And Yoongi turned, looked at Jungkook who just came home from a night run

and he felt his knees buckle in relief

"What are you doing, silly boy? Where the fuck were you?" he pressed out and then pulled Jungkook into a tight hug

Kook accepted it, although very confused

"Don’t scare me like that. I thought something happened to you."

"Hyungie, I just went for a run because the night is nice."

"Doesn’t matter, you should have told me. Something could have killed you."

Jungkook laughed because he found his words a little dramatic at first

but then he smelled the distraught and worry on Yoongi and he didn’t laugh anymore

"Hyungie, what’s wrong?"

"Nothing. Just. You’re gonna sleep in my bed tonight. Understood?"

"Sure, yeah. Wait, I need to shower."

"Do it at my place."

and so Kook spent the night with Yoongi

where Yoongi spooned him as tightly as possible and refused to let him go all night

which wasn’t like him at all

but Jungkook didn’t dare to ask for more information because Yoongi smelled so peaceful again

Yoongi never told him of his nightmare and Kook never stressed him for it

but the two vampires had a good sleep that night, cuddling until the morning

also to give you something smutty as well

Jungkook woke up with Yoongi between his legs the next morning

his mouth was warm and soft and so nicely wet

and his big hands roamed the paths of his body tenderly

and Jungkook instantly found himself having to sigh Yoongi’s name

Yoongi didn’t leave the spot until he gave Jungkook not one or two, not even three, but four ecstatic highs

Koon twisted his hair for it and arched his back and by the forth one, he couldn’t even make noises anymore

Yoongi also told him to cancel all plans because he was NOT going to stop after the surprise morning head

by that point, he was delirious and high on Jungkook

his face was halfway contorted into his vampiric face and he lulled his words just a little

Jungkook mirrored his state, giving in to whatever Yoongi wanted even if he was incredibly sensitive between his legs

Yoongi was gentle though, of course he was

listen. This man lost his Kookie in his nightmare the night before and the desperate, lovestruck vampire needed to worship his beloved student like a goddamn king

and he did, trust me that he really really did

Kook definitely didn’t leave Yoongi’s wing thinking that the Creator didn’t want him

Oh no, he knew he fucking knew.

[thepaperpanda]

Blankets and Cuddles || Sam Drake x fem!reader

Masterlist ❄

Summary: The winter can be difficult for Sam Drake, especially when his old wounds flare up as the weather changes. Thankfully, you seem to have a remedy for everything 😊

Warnings: none

Word count: 672

Author: Cass

A/N: today’s prompt: blankets and cuddling Devider by Firefly Graphics - ⛄

As for Sam, winter time was about 50/50. It was fun because of Christmas; he enjoyed spending time with his family and friends; playing with Cassy and quiet evenings were some of his favorites. In contrast, Sam sometimes really didn't feel well, all thanks to that stupid, old-fun wounds - those painful souvenirs loved to act up during winter season. Pain made him quiet and blue, he wasn't in the mood for anything.

That was why you were worried most of the time when he wasn't all well. There was always something to worry about. It was Sam who was and always would be your beloved treasure hunter, always willing to take you along to the craziest jobs. You took care of him at home and at work, so you felt bad that you couldn't relieve his pain.

Sam's voice caught your attention as you were cooking soup for the two of you in the kitchen.

“Sweetheart, where are my painkillers?” Drake asked.

It was just one of those days. After gazing over your shoulder, you sighed softly and opened a cabinet to grab the little bottle, fill a glass with water, and go to bed.

Sam was sitting at his desk. During the colder months, when there were no discoveries to be made, Sam enjoyed writing about his adventures. As you approached him, he closed the laptop and looked at you sadly.

As you handed him the pill and the glass, you said quietly, "Here." 

While your hand moved through his hair, Sam muttered a soft 'thank you' and swallowed the pill instantly.

"I guess it will be another evening in bed," he chuckled and nuzzled your belly. "I know I promised you a walk this evening, but I don't think I can keep my promise, I'm so sorry."

While shaking your head, your hand rested on his nape; you hated when he apologized like this, he did nothing wrong, it was all beyond his control, yet he still kept on apologizing. "Love, don't be silly. I understand. There won't be an end to the world today. We'll be able to take a stroll some other time."

"I guess I'll lie down," he sighed.

As you stroked his hair, you nodded. "That's a good idea. Warm beds are good."

Likewise, Sam got up from the chair and kissed your forehead before walking away.

As soon as he left the room, you returned to the kitchen to make sure the dinner wouldn't burn down.

As much as you wanted to serve the soup immediately after it was prepared, you stopped yourself. Sam still didn't come down to you, which meant he was still not feeling well, so it wasn't worth forcing him.

Taking a seat on a high chair, you hummed while thinking of ways to relieve your man's pain. After a few minutes of contemplation, you snapped your fingers and figured it all out.

Sam woke up to the door opening, and there you were, standing in your short pjs, holding the few blankets you owned.

You didn't say anything - you simply removed the duvet on your side, took a seat, then patted your legs a little before sliding down.

After watching you for a moment, he settled between your legs, wrapping his arms around you.

Your smile spread across your face as you kissed the top of his head before covering him with a duvet and covering him with blankets to create extra warmness for him. 

Thanks to you, Sam was already feeling better. He nuzzled your belly and hummed.

Wrapping your arms around him, you whispered, "I can tell you like it."

He nodded. "I have you close to me. That's the best medicine."

You gently squeezed him before making sure the blankets were properly positioned on him.

Cuddling like this, surrounded by blankets, both you and Sam drifted off into a deep sleep. Your knowledge of how to help even in times of pain was impressive. He never received a better gift than you.

[rexmeshlasblog]

It’s easy if you’d do it right Part 2

Commander Cody x Jedi Reader

Click here for part 1

Summary: After their meeting in the trainings hall the Jedi avoids the Commander…turns out he doesn’t likes it.

Word count: 1793

Warnings: feelings, fluff, mentions of war, use of Y/N, fmc, mentions of loss, intimate moment, lots of sexual tension, let’s just say no walls were harmed, angry Commander Cody, Obi-Wan being a wingman, angsty, swearing

A/N: Here is finally part 2 of “it’s easy if you’d do it right”. I hope you like the last part of this little one shot. Originally this had an other kinda outcome with more angsty Cody, but I guess this one’s better, but idk. Let me know if you want to read the other one as well.

“And that’s how we’ll do it. Anakin and the 501st will help us after.” Master Kenobi ended the briefing for us. We were heading to a mission in the outer rim and suspected Grievous there. There was a good chance that we could finally catch him and destroy his army of clankers and bring a bit more peace to the galaxy.

„Commander, Admiral you are dismissed“, Obi-Wan finished and gave me his full attention as they left us alone. I raised my eyebrows. When he looked at me with that look I felt like I’d done something wrong. Massively wrong.

„What is it Obi-Wan?“, I sighed rubbing my temples displeased.

His arms crossed while his face turned from full serious to an huge smile as he noticed that everyone else had left us behind.

“My dear, what did you do to our beloved Commander?”, he asked eyebrows raising slowly and smile widening. I never saw Obi-Wan like that before and I knew him a while now since he kinda adopted me to his -now our- battalion. Excited and fully invested in someone else’s drama if you’d call it that. This man was here for the tea. I always thought he was the calm and sticking to the rules type of guy and not like Skywalker. A man who gave a kriff about rules and just did his mission like he likes it.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about”, I mumbled under my breath turning slightly away from him, but he was a Jedi Master. Looking right through me and my flustered behaviour. And he also knew his Commander very well and noticed that Cody behaved different than normally. Not visible for someone who didn’t know him as well as we did, but still kinda obvious if you’re looking for a change in his mood.

“We both know that this is a lie. You’re both acting weird since a few days and you’re ignoring him completely. What happed to you and your friendship? Did Cody do something wrong?” Master Kenobi was worried. I could sense it, but behind his worry was something else as well. Hope. But hope for what?

“Master”, I began, but he disrupted me.

“He tried talking to you, but you’re avoiding him. I saw it the other day.”

I bit my lip. Regret waved like flames through me. I knew that he wanted to talk. I sensed it, but after all meetings I just raced away so we didn’t have to talk about it. After our meeting in the trainings hall I thought he just wanted to forget about it and keep moving on without lending it a second thought. Cody had seemed so unbothered like it was and meant nothing to him when my comm interrupted us, so I tried to calm my nerves and feels for him as I suggested that I didn’t have a chance if I tried talking to him. He seemed uninterested in me. Like he didn’t have the same feelings as I had for him.

“I’m sorry.” The apology was weak and Obi-Wan knew that as well. But at least it was honest.

“Don’t say that to me. Speak with Cody. He isn’t himself anymore and I worry about him as much as I do for you, my dear.” Fathers like he patted my shoulder before I left to go to my room. I had to clean my thoughts before I could finally speak with Cody ‘cause Obi-Wan was right. I had to talk to him. We worked together and things would not turn out well on the battle field if we didn’t clarify everything.

But for now I had to clear my thoughts. Otherwise I’d just mumble nonsense plus announce things he didn’t want to know about. Like my romantic feelings for him. My not-so-Jedi-like attachment to him.

Deep in thoughts, as I walked to my barracks, I didn’t notice the person following and quickly catching up on me before dragging me into an empty room and pressing me into the wall. The air in my lungs leaving them quickly as my eyes were going wide as I took the person, pressing me to the wall, in. Cody. Kriff no. He always had the baddest timings.

“What the hell is going on with you?”, he shouted. His eyes were blazing with fire as he pressed me further into the wall. A deep furrow between his eyebrows. He was angry. Fucking angry. I never saw him like that before. Sure, I’d seen him mad if Waxer or Boil had done something stupid again. But not like that. He was for real not himself. His three days beard wasn’t shaved and he looked like a mess and nothing like the Commander everyone respected and looked up to. Deep rings were under his eyes and his eyes itself were entirely sad and exhausted. They no longer had that shine which I adored. And I hadn’t noticed till now. Was too focused to keep myself together to see Cody’s struggle.

“What do you mean?” Was my slow respond. Not very clever, because I didn’t know how to start this conversation and what I should say or even where I should start.

Cody laughed bitter, “You’re avoiding me. You’re fucking acting like nothing had happened between us.”

I gasped for air. The room between us too small to breath clearly. All I could sense was Cody. The Commanders smell was hypnotising and the proximity was almost too much to handle. But even now I enjoyed his company. Even when he yelled at me. I wasn’t scared of him, he was just done with me and my acting. Obviously, I would feel the same way if he’d act like I did.

„Commander I-“

„No, don’t call me by my title. The moment in the trainings hall, I have to know, did it mean something to you? Or was it just a moment you got lost in, ‘cause you Jedi aren’t allowed to have something like that. Because for me it meant something more.“

My breath hitched. There were no thoughts left inside my brain. But there were also no needed, because the next second he pressed his lips into mine. His large hands were on me. My hips, my waist all over me while my own found it’s way around his neck to scrub his scalp with my nails making him moan slightly and parting his lips. He parted mine rough with his tongue and I happily obeyed. Cody was all over me as he kissed me with his teeth, mouth and tongue. But it wasn’t just a kiss. It was a kiss on my body and soul. With his hole body looming all over mine and tying me in. Cody was here and he meant this kiss with his hole entire being. I sensed it through the force as it waved like fire right through me. Cody not just wanted me. He wanted me to be his reason to life and fight. And I wanted him to be my reason. A reason that’s every fight and every war worth.

We only broke away from each other to catch a breath. As soon as he wasn’t all over me anymore I missed him and wanted to be this close to him again. I needed him. Needed to feel him as clearly as I had seconds ago.

Our chests were rising and falling heavily as we tried to steady ourselves. Foreheads touching each other while Cody held me close to him. His thumbs making gentle circles around my waist. Spreading goosebumps like he did the other day in the trainings hall. I didn’t look at him, but I felt his eyes on me. Worried that he did something wrong and crossed a line, but also hopeful that I felt the same way as he did.

“You mean more to me, then you should and it scares me so kriffing much. It scares me that I can’t be with you all time to protect you even though I know that you’re able to protect yourself. I can’t loose you and I need you.” His words were almost just a whisper. Full of angst and the fear of loss. Cody lost too many. His brothers and friends. Family. Sometimes it was harder to survive than to die.

As I looked up into his eyes, they were already lingering on me. Searching for a sign that this was okay and I also wanted it.

“Cody”, I breathed his name and sensed how he shifted uncomfortable as his hands on my waist tightens his grip slightly. Like he didn’t want to loose me. Cody was scared of my reaction and I’d feel the same if I had told him straight about my feelings like he just did.

“When I’m not with you I feel incomplete. Whenever I see you around my heart jumps so much and makes me want to forget about the Jedi codex. It scares me to see you on a battle field, ‘cause every time you’re standing there, could be the last time I sense and feel you. See you alive. And I’m pretty sure if I had to see you death on a battle field I’d lose myself.”

My answer was honest and clear. Told him straight how I felt and was absolute right. I never felt as good in my life before. A huge weight was took from my heart.

His forehead found its way against mine again. I felt my one heart nearly jumping out of my chest. Suddenly there was a warmth inside of me that just had to come from Cody and his body. He took a deep breath in, before he said his next words. “What do we now?”

I sighed, “Keeping us a secret till the end of the war. And then we run away together if they want to us to break up.”

Cody sighed heavily. “This will be difficult.”

“But we have to try. Or they kill us both.”

He knew that I was right. Everybody knew about the severe penalties for clones who did not follow the rules and orders.

There was a pause between us. Silence, before Cody broke it again.

“May I kiss you again?”

I smiled while he chuckled slightly, before our eyes met. The sadness was all washed from him. Cody looked relieved and felt relieved as I touched him through the force. A better future for us. That was it what we were fighting for. A new hope for some kind of peace. A future were we didn’t have to fight anymore to be free and could do and feel how we’d liked.

I leaned up a bit to meet him half way, “Yes, Commander.”

[aheathen-conceivably]

Zelda,

I appreciate your correspondence throughout my pregnancy more than I can express, especially all of the new book titles that you recommended.

On your mother’s insistence, I spent most of my final months on bed rest. Everything about this pregnancy was simply worse than my first, and I spent many long, nauseous hours with nothing to distract me but a novel. Your brother, ever the man that I fell in love with, brought home a stray dog named Bertie in the sixth month of my pregnancy.

He is so marvelously calm, content simply to lie with me or watch over Annabelle as she sleeps. After Daisy and Milou died some years ago, I did not realize quite how much I missed having a dog in the cottage. Now with Bertie to keep me company, it is though a piece of our lives has been restored.

My many miserable months were finally explained one early morning when I gave birth to twins. Your brother seems mystified that there is one boy and one girl, as the Darlington superstition of the girl-child seems to have infected even him. Their hair and eyes are but a cross of Isaiah and myself, which seems to bring Isaiah much joy, as there is now another Darlington who has inherited your mother’s blonde curls.

We have named the twins Olivier and Rosalie. I do hope that as they grow they honor their namesakes, and can bring some closure to your family after the losses that you all have endured.

It has been some months since the birth, and the twins are frankly so rambunctious that I feared not even Isaiah is built for them. But every day he proves me wrong; juggling the two of them in the farmyard even as the spring crops demand our attention. I do appreciate his boundless energy not only for myself but for Annabelle, lest she feel as though the twins have taken all of our time from her.

Would you write back to me with more book recommendations? I have begun teaching Anna how to read, and we both treasure that time together. There is something in the pages that appeals to my sense of adventure, all the while being able to stay here with my beloveds, and so I treasure each story deeply.

Your sister in marriage,

Summer Darlington

[pastel-omegas-blog]

CHAPTER TEN

Chapter Nine. The Beginning

⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️WARNING!!! THIS BOOK WILL CONTAIN MATURE THEMES AND VIOLENCE PLEASE LEAVE IF IT WILL MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE. I DO NOT NEED THIS BOOK TO BE REPORTED . YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.( Mentions of suicide, bullying, blood/torture ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️( This book is going to have more matured themes  compared to my others, from smut scenes to non-con, lactation, drugging, hypnosis, abuse of power and over obsessiveness. 

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Carriages lined the front of the imperial palace and maids and butlers moved quickly putting different boxes inside, each box holding the various belongings of the discarded Emperor.

A happy murmur spread through the working servants as they carried the bags eagerly and dropped them each their respective carriage.

The devil omega was finally getting kicked out.

The being that had been ' terrorizing ' their kind Emperor and kind saint.

The one who was causing the wrath of the gods and goddesses to fall on them.

The idiot that had an unhealthy obsession in trying to  emperor despite it being obvious he wanted nothing to do with him.

The heathen that was given the Trovian Empire a bad name to outsiders.

 He was finally been shipped out of the castle grounds.

And to the North part of all places.

It was a fitting place. Snow savages and devils were sure to get along.

The people of the eastern part of the empire had cheered and celebrated when the Emperor had told them the news. There kind Emperor had listened to their worries and had taken action, by removing the devil from their land.

" We're finally going to be a pure and holy land once more "

" When that demon is gone I'm sure the lands are going to be more fertile "

" Yeah! I bet next year's harvest is going to be amazing because of the gods will put their blessings on us for getting rid of that stain. "

The people could hardly contain their excitement at the news, because what followed after that was the imperial family releasing the date of the wedding between their Emperor and beloved saint.

The servants worked faster to try and get the h/c lord's things packed so he could leave faster.

" My my ~ look how fast their moving. They should at least have the heart to contain their excitement. Wouldn't want that man's feelings to get hurt now ~ " a playful voice teased slight as he watched the betas scurry around, his silver eyes lightning up at the sight finding it amusing.

The Imperial triplets stood in front of the steps leading to the entrance of the  palace, knights surrounding them in to provide a well armoured meat shield.

" And why should they think about that trashy omega's feelings. It's bad to lie you know. What's the point of hiding it Brother Curtin. Everyone hates him and seeing this will be a reminder that he's not welcomed here so he won't try to ever come back " Cosette's pompous voice replied, her silver eyes lit up with glee as she watched the sight as well, her plump lips pulled up into a satisfied smirk.

Finally that bug would be gone and her family's reputation would be absolutely perfect again

" Besides, since when did you of all people start to care for that trash " the omega questioned as she narrowed her eyes sending an accusing glare to her older brother who put his hand on his chest as he let out a dramatic gasp .

" What do you mean by that? I've always cared about our former brother in law.  I just think it would be a shame if he cried. Is it so wrong to care for him. Omegas are fragile you know and need to be dealt with delicately " the red haired male mused and someone scoffed causing the two siblings to turn their heads to look at the youngest  of their group.

" Yeah right, you just want to see tears running down his face so you can jerk off to it later you freak " the young man said as he glared at the other.

Curtin didn't budge at the his younger brother's accusation, if anything the smirk that appeared on his thin lips said that he accepted the fact.

" Well it's not my fault he has such a cute crying face. That look of absolute despair sends tingles down my spine ~.

Nobody pulls it off better than he does. Besides it just shows he knows he's place. If he was as superior as us he should be able to suck it up and keep his cool instead of breaking down " the older of the three defended himself as he stared back into his brother's silver hues his smirk getting wider as he noticed a deep red shade start to  become noticable in his  eyes.

" Yeah brother Curtin is right! All he does is throw tantrums and burst into crocodile tears when he doesn't get his way. Your the one who gave him the divorce papers to sign. I bet he throw a bigger tantrum than his previous ones and shamelessly groveled on his knees to try and get  you to help him. Such an unsightly thing doesn't deserve to be apart of our family. " The red haired woman said backing up her older brother and staring down at her younger daring him to argue back against her.

Calix clicked his tongue in annoyance and turned his head away from the two  silently accepting his defeat as they both joined forces to bring him down and dismiss what he was saying. Like they did every single time.

Hi mind traveled back to  the conversation he has had with his ex brother in law.

 " You can write to me whenever you want and you need an ear to hear you out. We might not be family anymore, but I still see you as a little brother and I wouldn't want this to lose the relationship we've built together to just disappear "

The h/c man's soft voice rang in his ears and the young alpha felt the tip of his ears redden at the thought of the now beautiful man wanting to still keep in touch with him and hear about his opinions and thoughts. Just like he always had when they were younger.

He had listened to him and had been there to comfort him when his parents obvious favoritism towards his other siblings showed.

And what have you done for him to show you cared ?

​​​​​​A snarky voice whispered at the back of his head making the man's shoulders freeze as a sudden sense of dread filled him

 You've done absolutely nothing to help~

It taunted.

 He was someone who backed up your sorry ass when no else would. He risked his image in front of your brute of a father so you could escape punishment countless times and what do you do to repay him ? Nothing. You want to hide in your shell of low self-esteem and ignore his cries for help.

It continued  and Calix could feel his body start to shake at the accusing words

' S..stop ' he tried to tell it

 You haven't changed a bit. Your still a useless coward. You ignored how they were treating him because you were scared to face the exact same punishment. You stood by the side of these people who barely acknowledge your existence on hopes you'll receive praise

' Stop it '

A pathetic coward is what you'll always be. When he's gone who do you think everyone will start talking about? Why you of course. Everyone will start to notice how useless you, how you can't do anything right. They'll notice your nothing but a stain to the Vermillion family name. Who do you think will help you then? Absolutely no one, because the only person who cared about you is being sent away and the others don't give two shits about you. 

' StOp iT! '

Awww what are you going to do now? Cry about it like you usually do? Cry about how nobody cares about you and how the world isn't fair boohoo. You don't deserve to do that. At least not yet, wait until you get your own cut of everyone being disappointed in you.

".….... It "

Hahaha. What can't handle the truth? Can't stomach the fact you know how everyones behavior is going to change towards you once they all notice how weak you are? Hahaha your even more pathetic than e thought.

" SHUT UP ! "

The sound of his own voice startled Calix out of his thoughts and he felt the trembling of his body get worse as he felt all eyes fall on him at his sudden out burst.

" Really?! Of all times it's now you decide to show your madness by suddenly shouting at no one out of the blue. Are you trying to bring a mockery to the family name? "

The younger man felt the colour drain from his cheeks at the new voice as the person walked down to join the three.

Calix swallowed a lump that had formed in his throat as he lowered his head down to scared to look up at the person and see the disappoinment and contempt swirling in their eyes.

" I... I'm sorry mother. Please forgive me for my actions. " Calix cursed himself for stuttering and felt the tips of his ears turn red as he heard Curtin laugh while Cosette scoffed mumbling something about how she forget about ' this imperfection '.

Evangeline's red eyes glared down at her youngest son wanting to speak up again at his foul attitude,but a soft voice interrupted her.

" Mother-in-law you shouldn't be too hard on Calix. He's still very young so you should be more careful with him " Leon's worried voice spoke up and everyone turned to look at the pretty man coming down the stairs dressed in his ceremonial grab and holding his staff, following closely behind him was Marrav with more knights.

The youngest alpha managed to stop himself from glaring at the blue haired omega knowing very well he would receive a beating if he was caught.  With the way his eldest brother had his eyes watching his every move he was sure any slight agression he showed towards the saint would land him in the ' punishment room '. He didn't want that.

His back still ached from the whips they used on him last time.

" He's no longer a child. The boy is seventeen. At this age he can take a bride and start a family on his own. Please don't baby him to much Leon. That was what that tramp did that's why he's become like this " Evangeline replied, the older omega's eyes going to back to glare at Calix who still had his head down.

Leon's eyebrows furrowed softly as he put a hand on the older woman's shoulder his amethyst purple eyes showing concern.

" Still mother you shouldn't so hard on him. He's going through a tough. He's saying goodbye to someone he saw as a mother figure. So his emotions are going to be all over the place. That's very much understandable..... " The saint started his eyes trailing to look at his future brother-in-law, his lips pulling up into a soft smile when he noticed the younger man was staring at him with a mixture of anger and fear as his body trembled.

Leon's smile grow wider at the young alpha's reaction before turning his attacker back to the older woman, a spark of sadism lighting in his eyes as he noticed the furious look in her raging red eyes as she glared at her youngest pup a small growl leaving her lips.

" Really. You see that devil as a mother more than I who slaved away caring for you?! It's because of you my månå reserve got depleted. You were born as such a weakling that I was kind enough to give you some of my månå. Had I known it would have left me unable to use my own månå I would have left you be. "

Calix flinched as his mother moved towards, he had noticed her hand slowly rising and he closed his eyes ready for the impact.

" Mother calm down and behave yourself. Your causing a scene. You can do whatever when you get back inside but for now refrain from anything. "

Marrav's smooth voice spoke up stoping his mother in her tracks, his silver hues glanced at his youngest brother for a brief moment. "Besides Calix should be more mature now. I told him to cut off all contacts with it and I'm sure he wouldn't disobey his Emperor's words.... " The dominant started as he walked closer to his family, his right hand going to rest on his  future mate's shoulder, leaning down to press a kiss to the blue haired man's cheeks chuckling softly as the omega stammered out his words, his cheeks turning a rosy pink colour as he tried and failed to hide his embarrassment.

" .... We don't need any member of this family keeping contact with it. Not only would that be a shame, it would give it ideas that there's still a place here for it. So I'm sure he followed my instructions when I told him to cut off all contacts with it. Right Calix ? "

Said male hastily nodded his head quickly replying a ' yes sir ' when Marrav's stare became harder.

" Haven't they finished packing up it's thing's already? They've been at this for an hour now " 

Curtin's  bored voice broke the tense silence drawing everyone's attention back to the servants still running around with arms filled with various boxes.

" What are they carrying? The packages look expensive. Did lord M/N buy anything before he left ? I didn't take him for someone to spend money so frivolously. " Leon said as a worried look crossed his eyes.

" Those poor things must feel so tired from carrying all that heavy load " the omegan saint said with a sympathetic voice.

" He didn't. It was that barbarian Empress. She's been sending him gifts none stop for the past month. She even sent more this morning.  " Cosette complained folding her chest as she pouted.

She didn't understand why that barbarian woman was showering that trashy omega with all those expensive gifts.

She was obviously more beautiful.

She was perfect after all.

" ...... What ?.... " 

Marrav was the one who spoke up, the shock evident on his face as he let his younger sister's words.

Shiva was sending it gifts?

She was trying to court the omega...

She was trying to court it while it was still on his property.

HOW DARE SHE ?!!

" O..ow M.. Marrav. Y..your hurting me.."  leon's meek voice spoke up snapping the alpha out his thoughts making him realize his grip had tightened on the smaller male's shoulder.

A quick apology left the Emperor's lips as he leaned down to pepper kisses on the man to calm him down. Leon pouted a bit as his gaze drifted towards the the lavish gifts been carried about, his grip on his staff getting tighter as he forced down a small growl.

 I should have killed him when I had the chance. He's becoming a torn in my side.

 The larger omega thought his blood boiling a bit.

He had been losing control over people but by bit since the h/c man had recovered. The inner circle of the temple was in disarray at it. 

Had he know that the man had suddenly changed in appearance he wouldn't have ever requested for Alvar to ever come and pray for him.

His ego had gotten him into this mess. He had wanted to shit on Aria a bit. See the woman grovel and beg him to help her.

Instead he had gotten overwhelmed by the h/c male's breathtaking beauty and is sweet scent and had to deal with his hold on the Pope and temple attendants slipping.

The h/c man was pitiful in his underdressed state.

And Alvar liked pitiful things.

Now he had the attention of the Pentigrian Empress on him and with the amount of gifts the saint was watching get carried away he was sure everyone knew what was going on.

She was courting him.

How did that thing manage to gain her favour ?

He had tried to and nearly had his head detached from his body by the swing of her sword and he caused the woman to despise him until the day he died.

Yet the h/c man had won her over so easily.

He had Marrav send him over there that in hope's of Shiva's anger falling on him and she would put her rage on the pathetic man. Kill him even. He had been expecting e corpse to come back, not a slightly happier omega.

Oh well he'll get rid of him today at least.

He had louis call some ' friends ' to help the h/c man and his party when they reached the border. He would be able to enjoy his lavish lifestyle soon enough and his toys would be under his control once more.

" Cosette you've known about this for a month and you didn't think it would be important to report such a thing to me " Marrav's cold voice spoke up as he turned his gaze to his sister who froze, her cheeks lighting up in embarrassment as she fiddled with her fingers looking away from her brother's stare.

" U...umm. I..I " the young red haired woman stuttered not knowing what to say.

" Your Majesty  lord L/N  seems to be coming " the stiff voice of the Emperor's secretary spoke up as he pointed over to three figures making their way towards them from the distance.

The sight shocking the people who had been waiting for them.

Lady Aria was dressed in thick  clothes a small red thick wool hat,a pur white fur jacket a red ankle length skirt with small frills sewn at the bottom and black leather boots with small heels.

Her pretty face held a stoic expression, her red tinted lips pursed in a straight line as her golden eyes looked forward with no emotion behind them. The knight walking by her side had a similar expression on his face, but his thin peach lips were pulled down into a small scowl as his baby blue eyes stared forward, narrowing a bit as he noticed the imperial family from the distance.

His long pink locks was tied into a small low ponytail tail and was resting on his shoulder, like Aria he wore a thick clothes his been a thick navy blue jacket that had gold designs seen in them, the buttons looking like they were made of pure silver , he wore black pants and ankle length brown heeled boots. His sword hanged from the belt on his waist the silver tinted hilt shining in the sunlight.

The third was a raven haired man dressed in a butlers uniform, his appearance confusing a few of the people present and making a certain red haired woman's gaze light up as her red hues landed on his form.

The  recessive alpha and omega both looked like royals , Basil had gotten more handsome than the last time they last saw him.  But what caught everyone's attention was the white bundle of fur blankets the recessive alpha was carrying almost possessively, then they noticed the locks of h/c hair peeking out from the opening.

 Once the three reached forward aria courtesied while Basil did his best to bow with his h/c lord snuggled tightly in his arms. " I greet the silver dragon of the Empire and I pay my respect to the silver flames. And I greet the Holy saint of the land, the blessed pure lilly given to us by the gods " the raven haired woman greeted with practiced ease her voice dull and monotone, it was lacking the emotions everyone present wanted to hear.

It lacked anger. It lacked rage, it lacked the futile desperation of a last plea. Instead it held  disinterest.

Like she didn't care that her moving away from the eastern part of the empire wasn't going to destroy the trade business she had used her sweat and blood to build up, only for them to take it all away from her.

Basil followed in the lady's footsteps, saying his greetings , his scowl from earlier gone as he greeted them with a straight face.

Leon stared at the two honestly getting irked at their expressionless attitude before turning attention to the h/c man in the knights arms, smiling a bit to himself as he noticed the lack the sweet scent coming the former emperor.

Good! He didn't need that taking away the attention from the people around him..

' it's nice to see you've been doing fine as well Lady Aria " the blue haired man's chirpy voice greeted back as a smile appeared on his lips, a confused expression soon took over as he directed his attention towards M/N.

" Umm is Lord L/N okay ? 

The blue haired omega asked worry evident in his voice as he stared at the raven haired women who have him a small smile.

" He came down with a small fever last night and hadn't fully recovered, but he should be fine later in the day. Thank you very much for your concern your holiness " the brown skinned woman replied, her smiling growing a tad bit larger when she heard someone scoff at her words.

" Did he honestly cry himself into a fever? How pathetic. You should all be going now, looking at the three of you make me sick " Cosette's voice spoke up as her silver eyes stared down at the three, flickering over to the beta in their midst for a brief second before going back to the others.

" Now now~ Cosette you shouldn't be so mean. What if you make the omega cry again " Curtin's voice teased softly watching the two for any sort of reaction. " But it's the truth. I don't like to sugarcoat things and I'm definitely not going to do so for this trashy omega " the young red haired woman replied.

" The two of you should calm down. As much as it irritates me to look at these things we have to keep up etiquette " their mother replied silencing the two. Calix and Marrav watched in silence, the younger biting the inside of his cheek to refrain himself from saying anything that would get him in trouble, while the older simply didn't feel like interfering.

Aria still with the smile on her glossy lips waited for them to finish before speaking up.

" We'll be taking our leave now. Since we're going to the north we don't need Felix's assistance anymore. Thank you very much Princess for sending him to us when we needed a helping hand  " at her words the dark haired beta moved forward towards his owner, internally cringing at the look the former Empress sent his way.

He was going back to his cage again.

" Take him with you. "

The Emperor's voice surprised everyone. " .. what ? " Aria blinked owlishly confused for a moment.

" If he provided do much help then take him along with you. There more than enough servants to fill his space here. Think of it as my parting gift to you " the dominant alpha hummed out as he focused his attention back on his future mate showering his cheeks with kisses making the saint squeak and whine once more.

The dark skinned woman swallowed back a protest, very much aware of what the taller man was trying to do. 

He was planting a spy on them right in front of their faces with out the decency to even cover up his intentions.

Evangeline would have argued as well but with how the man's phermones swayed in the air made the two women hold their tongues.

" Thank you for the ' gift '. A good day to you all " and with that The three turned and made their way to the carriage waiting for them, the beta butler following hastily behind, failing at hiding the smile on his lips.

Leon watched as the carriages began their journey, his purple eyes flashing red for a brief moment before it went back to it's normal purple hue.

He couldn't wait to hear the news of their arrival~

 Unlike what this chapter suggests I very much love Calix. He's my other baby.

if everyone remembers the youngest triplet in the old version they both go through the same neglect, except his was emotional while Calix's own is both physical and verbal and unlike his past self he doesn't have the power to fight back.

Leon absolutely hates his guts for refusing to accept him.

[mairablue]

Hello!✧⁠◝⁠(⁠⁰⁠▿⁠⁰⁠)⁠◜⁠✧

Can I request a Scorpio × reader story based on the picture we were talking about in the chat??(⁠・⁠∀⁠・⁠) I leave all the liberties about the story up to you, I just want this scene. Thank you!!(⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+ (do it only if you're comfortable with it, of course and no need to hurry <3<3)

Scm - Department of Punishment

Scorpio ♏- Forever and Always

A/N: Hello, sweetie ❤ I tried my best. Hope you like this story. 🥺🌹

I walked slowly towards the door, making sure to walk away unnoticed. As i stepped outside, i felt the cool air softly brushing against my cheeks. I took a deep breath, relaxing my shoulders which hurt slightly after spending most of the day in preparation of the ceremony.

The stars were slowly illuminating the sky.

I walked aimlessly for sometime before heading towards the forest, when i noticed the enchanted lake, whose water was glowing with a mild blue light. The stars being reflected on its surface, like diamonds.

As i walked closer, i felt the presence of an aura, which was still at its early stage of development.

I halted trying to get a closer look at the figure, but he was facing his back towards me. Waiting there for a few minutes, debating whether i should just turn back and walk to the palace or snap my fingers; i decided to walk forward.

Sensing my energy, the man turned around.

To my relief, it was Scorpio. He smiled at me, " ( Name), what are you doing here? "

" I just wanted to get some fresh air ", which wasn't a complete lie, after all walking in the forest felt a lot better than smiling at another guest and occasionally answering questions; while father spoke to them.

" What are you doing here?" i asked.

" It felt suffocating, being surrounded by so many people", he replied pointing towards the palace. A wry smile graced on his lips as he said that.

Unsure of what to say, i asked, "Can i sit there?"

" Yes of course ", he replied promptly. As i sat beside him, he slightly shifted as if unsure about sitting beside me; even though there was enough space between us.

The leaves of the trees rustled softly. Moonlight being reflected in the water, ever so brightly by each passing minute. Peaceful silence fell upon us.

"How have you been lately? ", i asked. He remained silent for a few seconds," I am alright. I ... ", instead of continuing, he looked down at his hands, curled up on his lap.

"Scorpio?", my voice laced with concern as i placed my hand on his shoulder, " What happened?"

There was a strange glimmer in his eyes as he looked at me. " I don't think, i should... be here."

" What happened? Did someone say something to you or hurt you?", i asked trying my best to suppress the rage that was building up in my heart at the thought of someone hurting my beloved friend. "Father will punish those who have wronged you", i added; to reassure him that he had nothing to be afraid of.

" No, nobody has said or done anything against me, here. On the contrary, most people have helped me and for those who are envious of my position,... they have maintained their distance. " he paused, taking a deep breath, " I just feel like, i shouldn't be here. I am just a nobody after all, who was mortal few years ago."

His eyes were focused on the trees behind me, "His Majesty, has been kind enough to honor me with a place in one of the departments but i know that i don't deserve it. It should go to, someone deserving, someone," he once again looked down at his hands, " ...someone special. "

Placing my fingers under his chin, i gently turned his face towards me, "Scorpio..., i don't think i or anyone can fully comprehend what you have been through or how you are feeling, but i want you to know that nothing can take away your value as a person. Nobody can determine what you deserve or what you don't. You are a hard working person, a capable vice minister." My voice was filled with admiration as i said that.

" You are special in your own unique ways. " i added looking deep into his inky black eyes, which held the most breathtaking pairs of stars.

Scorpio looked away as if debating something deep in his soul. His hand slipped into the pocket of his trouser and retrieved a small black box.

Looking at me, he whispered, "I have been meaning to tell you something for a while."

" I love you ", he said. His hand slightly trembled as he extended the box towards me. Beads of sweat started to appear on his forehead as he struggled to find the right words. The presumption that i have rejected him evident on his face.

Little did he knew that my heart was pounding in my chest as i heard him utter those words.

I quickly took the box in my hands, hoping he wouldn't get the wrong idea. His shoulders relaxed as he asked me to open it.

The box contained a gorgeous pair of anklets, made out of pure gold. Little flower patterns were embellished on it with small rubbies placed at the centre of each flower.

" Where did you find these? ", i asked, astonished. Knowing that none of the goldsmiths in heaven make this kind of anklets.

He replied rather sheepishly, " I was send to Earth on a mission, there i saw these and... i thought they will look wonderful on you." His face grew hot; red as an apple. I couldn't help but smile at the adorable expression on his face.

" Thank you", i said and placed a soft kiss on his cheek; his face became redder.

" Will you help me put them on, Scorpio?"

Instead of replying, he went down on his knees. He untied the laces of my shoes. Unclasping one of the anklets, he placed it around my ankle and clasped it on. He did the same with the other anklet. His eyes lingered on them as he was tying the laces of my shoes, " Gorgeous " he said.

He set a delicate kiss on my right leg. He looked up anticipating me to halt him and tell him, he had crossed the line. Instead i smiled at him. Tenderly caressing my skin, he planted more kisses. Each touch sending shivers down my spine. Placing a final kiss on my knees, he sat stood up.

Once he sat down beside me, i intertwined my fingers with his. Leaning on his shoulder, i asked, " Will you come to visit father tomorrow?"

Hearing my question, his shoulders slightly tensed, after all being in the presence of The King made even the most powerful Gods nervous and even more so, if they happen to be in love with his one and only daughter.

Scorpio cleared his throat and replied, " I will if you want me too." I couldn't help myself from giggling at the way he tried to appear fearless, even though his voice betrayed him.

Once he realised that i was only teasing him, he chuckled as well.

We decided to spend some more time in each other's company and stayed in the forest watching the sky bring new stars with each passing hour.

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@axewhirl replied to your post “//literally do not mention t.arhos around me I...”:

tarhos.

​I'm pulling out my pepe silvia board, but it's fine: I honestly think the main reason Tarhos and Vittorio are so hated as characters is just because of click bait youtube videos that proclaimed he could stall out the game until the servers timed when realistically that never happened. I remember one morning playing 10 games against knights back to back and honestly he's not any worse than any other anti-loop killer in the game, I hated playing against Nemesis and Twins far more, he has very clear indications of what you're supposed to do in certain situations we can even see that in the showcase done by a beloved streamer between a top knight player and a top skull merchant player.

I also think the fact that really the only lore channel in the community called Tarhos and Vittorio's lore "boring" also played a role in it, but what is their lore really? Tarhos fundamentally is a deconstruction of the Edwardian romanticism of the renaissance that led to what we see of knights saving princesses and being generally forces of good when at most points in history knights were just glorified gangs to the point where tournaments had to be made and organized to stop them from killing people.

He is a child slave, he's not some noble man who went to go protect the holy land or save people, he's a man whose lived all his life being treated like nothing more than a dog on a leash. He is not rich. He is not pious. Even though he's been groomed into that lifestyle even he sees through the churches bullshit, to him there is no sin there is no right or wrong it's just some big mix of cosmic mud he'll never care to make sense of.

Either all of it is good or none of it is in his eyes. To him the only thing that separates him from other people is he doesn't lie to himself about what he's doing. He is hurting people not that he has or ever had a choice in the matter, he's just grown to cope in a way that he enjoys it. As we can see in his tome he talks about everything that's happened to him like it happened to someone else an example being:

""There was a village quite far from here. A small army advanced on this village on a mission, I suppose, to butcher the barbarians… to make this world a better place. Rather than be killed by a stranger or be taken as a slave these villagers had chosen to die by their own accord."

Tarhos scoops a few more maggots and tosses them into the mouth.

"I remember one mother had poisoned her family without hesitation or remorse. The love and strength of will it must have taken to do that is something I’ve yet to see in all my experiences on the battlefield and off. I have been around nobles and knights my whole life and all I’ve seen is cowardice steeped in the rotten stew of lies and hypocrisy.""

He is very clearly talking about when he was a child and his mother poisoning his family to try and avoid exactly what he's been through. On the other hand you have Vittorio, the survivor he came with, a 13th century Italian lord whose a pacifist who tried to find the fog, because he was told it was a paradise without violence or death. And debatably there could be a part of the entity like that, but that's not what either of them found.

Tarhos didn't even care about what Vittorio was doing until whatever happened over the course of the months they had been traveling together made one simple order, "Find another way", piss him off enough to kill and claim all of Vittorio's land for himself. Granted, could be entity influence after all Tarhos did carry the paradise stone out of those catacombs and it's what Vittorio's been unwittingly searching for the entire time, but Tarhos still makes a comment about how Vittorio only wants him to not be violent so he can sleep well at night.

That he doesn't deserve to hold such ideals Vittorio's entire fortune was secured with nothing but violence and stepping on others to secure such a petty need. He's a coward. The most cowardly lord he ever had served. Yet even in his tome, Tarhos doesn't hate him as much as he pretends to. Not only does he not kill Vittorio, he actively talks to him and thinks aloud telling him war stories and asking if he thinks he's mad, but especially so when other lords take notice of what Vittorio was studying.

That becomes the only reason why Tarhos is keeping him alive, because suddenly this idea of paradise is a much bigger deal than he thought. He's offered money, land, etc. to the people that want him dead, but the only thing they want is what Vittorio has on paradise. Which honestly could be the founding of the Black Veil for all we know. So of course when he gets pulled into the fog with the only 3 people he trusts he's going to see the entity as paradise.

And I can only imagine what he thinks when he sees Vittorio again.