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anime-in-new-albion · 8 days ago

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Be Prepared ~ Leona Kingscholar

Summary: Leona is sick and tired of constantly being the second. Now, he's ready to reclaim what should have been his in the first place. And he can't do it without you.

Pairing: Leona Kingscholar X G/N!Reader

Genre: Angstyish Oneshot

Word Count: 1645

Warning: overdramatic Leona

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A/N: Inspired by Be Prepared from the Lion King

"Leona?" You call out to him in the botanical garden. If there was one place you were sure to always find the sleepy lion, it was the botanical garden. It was one of his favorite places to nap in, as it was perfectly warm and adequately shaded.

It didn't take you long to find him sleeping under a couple of palm trees, the fronds shading his face while the sun shone over his body to keep him warm. He looked so peaceful when he was asleep, not like the grumpy lion you knew and cared about. You almost wanted to leave him to rest, but you had important information to give him.

Gently brushing some hair out of his face, you whispered to him. "Leona? I have something for you. It's very important."

He groans in his sleep. "If it's not a kiss, I don't want it."

You sigh and press a soft kiss to his forehead. "There. Now will you wake up or will I have to splash water on your face?"

He lets out another groan before slowly opening his eyes. "Come to nap with me, or are you just here to annoy me?"

You hold up a letter under his nose. "Ruggie said this came in for you. He says it's an urgent letter from your parents."

Leona scowls, baring his teeth, as he snatches the letter from you. Sitting up, he rips it open with his teeth and unfolds the letter. "This better be important."

As he reads you watch his already stormy demeanor get darker. His grip on the paper tightens and a low growl rumbles out of him. You bite your lip before placing a comforting hand on his bicep. He doesn't flinch but he doesn't acknowledge the gesture either.

"They have some nerve sending me this." He snaps, balling up the letter.

"What? What is it?"

"An invitation back to Sunset Savanna for a big celebration of my father's rule and my brother's future reign."

"Oh." Is all you can say. You know how he feels about his family and especially his role as the second prince. His parents saw him as spoiled and selfish, while his brother saw him as unambitious and awkward. You wouldn't wish that kind of familial misunderstanding on anyone, least of all Leona. So for them to basically invite him to a party that would rub it in his face that he's nothing special, you weren't surprised he wasn't taking it well.

Leona scowls and leans back, hurling the letter into a pool of water nearby to disintegrate. "This is stupid. Why should I have to make some big appearance just because I'm a member of that so-called family? They don't care about me! They're only doing it to save face or whatever."

You sigh and gently run your hand up and down his arm in a soothing manner. You had no idea how you could begin to console him. He was right, the whole situation was unfair. But you also knew he would face severe consequences if he didn't go.

"I know." You softly reply. "I get you don't want to go, but you should. If not for your parents and your brother, but for your nephew. Cheka will be so disappointed if his favorite uncle isn't there to see him!"

He scowls at you. "I'm his only uncle."

"All the more reason you're his favorite!"

As he rolls his eyes, he crosses his arms over his chest. "Still. I'm not going just for that pipsqueak. I'm not going, period. And there is nothing you or anyone else can say that will make me go."

Well, he was right. You didn't have any right to tell him what he should or shouldn't do. But you also knew that things would not go well for him if he ignored this invitation like he was so adamant on doing.

"So there's nothing I can say or do that would get you to change your mind?"

"Nothing?"

You give a small sigh. "Well, that's too bad. You could have shown your parents and your brother just how fine of a King you could be if you went. But I guess you don't want to do that."

His ears flicked with annoyance, but you could tell there was some genuine curiosity with the gesture. "What are you talking about?"

You shrug and lean back, letting your finger trace in the sand below you. "Well, you know, Kings are expected to do all kinds of things they don't want to do. And they're forced to talk and mingle with the people of their Kingdom. If you went and did all of that, showing everyone just how charming you can be when you put your mind to it, well, your family would have to seriously consider you as a contender for the throne, wouldn't they?"

Leona looks over at you with a small frown. He looks like he's trying very hard not to believe you, but you could see in his eyes he wanted to see how far you would go with this. "My parents have already decided the heir would be Farena. I have no contention in becoming the next King."

"Perhaps not." You shrug, keeping your gaze steady with his. "But even if you aren't being considered as a potential heir, maybe you could show them how good of a royal you are. Maybe not King but some other title where you could shine?"

Your suggestion has him sneering at you. "You really think that would work? I've tried every trick in the book and nothing has ever changed. It's only Farena and his greatness, and then it will be Cheka and his greatness. I am nothing and no one to them."

"But why not try? It's not like you have anything to lose, right?"

He scowls and turns away from you. "It won't work. They don't care about what I think. They don't care about my vision for Sunset Savanna if I were to ever have a chance to lead."

"What is your vision?"

Your question causes him to pause. He glances at you from over his shoulder, his eyes narrowing at you. "Why do you want to know? Why do you even care?"

You give a small shrug, moving closer to him and giving him a hopeful smile. "I care because you care. I want to know because it's as you said, no one else wants to know. So I want to know. To show you that at the very least one person cares."

Leona stares at you for a good long while before sighing. He leans back again, takes a moment, and then begins to speak. "Sunset Savanna has a food shortage problem. Many of our poorest citizens often go hungry. I've been devising a plan to give everyone a fair chance at food to sustain them. I've got programs in mind for children to receive access to free food. I have ideas to increase trade with other Kingdoms to increase our import of food. I want to make it so no one in the Sunset Savanna ever goes hungry again."

Your eyes widen and your jaw drops a little at his words. He really did have this all planned out. You were impressed. For someone who didn't seem like they cared all that much, he really did have the best interests of the Kingdom in mind.

"Why don't you share that with your family? You have wonderful ideas, Leona! Surely your brother can implement those ideas when he becomes King?"

He scoffs and turns away from you again. "They don't care."

"Have you tried?"

"No..."

You scowl at him and give his forehead a flick, earning a hiss from the grumpy lion. Before he can yell in response, you yell at him first. "That's your problem! You haven't told them! I get you've felt inferior your whole life being in Farena's shadow and all, and I know you think they won't listen to you. But the least you could do is try! And if they still don't listen, then there must be something we can do on our own to help!"

Leona pauses again, a look of shock crossing over his face. "What do you mean by we?"

"I mean you and me." You give him a bright, encouraging smile. "I want to help! I love your idea, Leona, and I want to help you put your plans into action!"

A different, warmer look passes in his eyes, one that almost looks like gratitude and admiration, before it cools into his usual indifference. "You're just saying that."

"No, I'm not."

"You're being honest?"

"Yes."

"Swear on your life?"

"Cross my heart and everything." You make an X over your heart to further prove your point.

With a dramatic sigh, Leona throws his head back. "Why do I let you talk me into things? Fine. I'll go to the celebration."

You smile at him, and playfully punch his shoulder. "See? I knew you would come around."

He chuckles as he grabs your wrist. "On the condition that you come with me and help me present my ideas to my family."

You freeze at his words and feel all of the blood rush from your face. "A-are you sure you want me to go with you?"

"Didn't you just say you wanted to put my plans into action?" He raises an eyebrow at you. His gaze then drops down to his hand still around your wrist. "Besides, I want you to come with me."

You slightly hesitate before giving a small nod. "O-okay. Alright. I'll go with you."

Smiling, Leona presses a kiss to your cheek before whispering in your ear. "I knew you would come around. I hope you're ready for what you got yourself into because it won't be easy. Be prepared."

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life-is-more-than-just-a-game · 1 year ago

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♠️ What a day off of games with the aib males can look like. ♠️

A/N: Sorry, I've been absent for two days now, but for good reason. I wasn't feeling too well mentally and needed some time to myself because something happened that put me in quite a hole ... 🥲

Still, I've been thinking about what I could post here next, so I've prepared a few headcanons that define what I think a day off of games with the male characters might look like. 🙈

I hope that some of you are still around and will read through it. Feel free to let me know what you think about it or if you think any of them might have other interests! ✨

Characters: Aguni, Arisu, Chishiya, Karube & Niragi.

POV: gn!reader

Warnings: Not given.

A g u n i

It depends on what time we are in.

If the beach still exists, Aguni is often prevented from doing anything with you outside if he already occupies the number one spot.

You would have to live with the fact that you would hardly have any time just for the two of you, because someone from his troupe would always want something from him.

If he realises that this is bothering you - or he is annoyed by it himself - he will turn his boys away and say that they should leave him alone for the next 2 hours as far as possible because he has better things to do.

In general, no matter what time loop we are in, I would say that Aguni would adjust to your needs.

I have the following typical scenario in mind:

Nobody said it would be easy with you, but let's be honest: it's the Borderland, what excited yet relaxing things could you do here so far?

Aguni: "So there are no games waiting for us today. Any ideas what you want to do in our day off?"

Y/N: "Uhm ..."

Aguni: "Come on, you must have been in the mood for something."

Y/N: "Yeah, but I really don't know for what I am in the mood for ..."

If you really don't know what you want to do, he would give some suggestions.

Aguni: "We could go to the pool."

Y/N: "Too cloudy for my taste ..."

Aguni: "We can do some sports together."

Y/N: "Now your expectations are set far too high!"

Aguni: "What about fishing?"

Y/N: "Can't we just get some fresh air and go for a walk together?"

Aguni: "..."

Y/N: "..."

Aguni: "You knew very well what you wanted to do, didn't you?"

Y/N: "Without my lawyer, I won't say anything."

A r i s u

If you want to do something, then Arisu is definitely the right person.

The boy is always up for a lot of nonsense and fun activities.

This is probably also because he doesn't want to constantly think about the terrible circumstances that are happening here.

He has got used to life here, but living in constant fear doesn't get someone anywhere and only has a negative effect on oneself.

So, if he is being trapped in a world that could take his life sooner or later, he at least wants to live every day as if it were his last.

You will not regret spending time with him.

He comes up with the wildest ideas, starting with taking a closer look into the various broken buildings.

Of course, he would still be cautious of entering any places just like that- not that both of you suddenly find yourself in a game, because that's what you're trying to avoid today.

You still wouldn't be able to stop him.

Y/N: "A-Are you sure we should do this, Arisu?"

Arisu: "Nope, but you only live once, so let's check this building out- maybe we'll find some interesting things in here."

Y/N: "Would you define 'corpses' as interesting ...?"

Arisu: "Wow, you really managed to ruin my fun."

Investigating the building would include lots of laughter and piggybacks when your feet get tired from all the walking over ruins and debris.

Eventually you find out that this building was a former arcade.

You can definitely pass the time well there.

Arisu: "Would you like a game of billiards?"

Y/N: "I'm going to rip you off so bad, love."

C h i s h i y a

Listen, this boy is a damn lazy piece of shit.

When there aren't any duties don't expect him to do something special.

He has no problem putting his feet up for a day and literally doing nothing.

Feel honored if he spends his time with you at all.

No matter where you both would be, he would find ways to just doze off and relax while you - after all - lie in his arms and enjoy his closeness.

It's nice that he can do that, but you can't.

He would definitely be a great help to you.

Y/N: "We've been lying around here all day."

Chishiya: "Well realised."

Y/N: "I'm bored."

Chishiya: "Then do something."

Jokes on you, no, he wouldn't.

Making you pout is one of his favorite things to do.

Y/N: "But I wanna do something with you today since we have enough time finally."

Chishiya: "We do something, darling."

Y/N: "Idiot, that's not what I meant!"

How could he be bored if you let him get on your nerves so easily?

In contrast to you, he has something to laugh about and something to amuse himself with.

Nevertheless, he would at least agree to a compromise:

Damn, you love the nightlife.

Chishiya: "How about this? We'll use the time now to laze around and in the evening we'll take a look at the neighbourhood together and see which places are damned by games this time."

Y/N: "We don't take part in any games, our visas count enough days for us."

Chishiya: "Who said anything about taking part in a game?"

Y/N: "So, if I let you lounge around now, you will promise me to stay up late with me?"

Chishiya: "That's a deal."

K a r u b e

To me the funniest but most chaotic one.

During the day, at least.

I can well imagine that Karube and you had already planned the day ahead the evening before.

But what would life be like if everything went as planned?

The morning is pleasant. You wake up together and after a intense cuddle-round, you start your routine as usual.

Unfortunately, Karube realizes that he can't find something.

Something very important when it comes to following his routine.

In the end, it all comes down to searching your whole accommodation for his cigarettes.

Karube: "Honey, d'you know where my cigarettes are?"

Y/N: "I don't know where you put them yesterday after you got ready for bed."

I mean, when you do smoke yourself, they can be important for you too ...

If not, well, then you are a very nice and good person!

You can guess where this is going.

Y/N: "Did you found them?"

Karube: "I would have told you when that would be the case."

Y/N: "Sure you didn't throw the box away because you smoked you last one yesterday evening?"

Karube: "I know my pack of cigarettes inside out, there were at least three more in there."

You spend the whole forenoon looking for his damn cigarettes.

You turn the whole accommodation upside down.

Both of you look under every stone.

In every room.

Two times- minimum.

Now he remebers ...

Y/N: "Karube, forget it, you don't have any- ... Darling ...?

Karube: "What is it?"

Y/N: "What's that in your pants pocket ... at the back of your butt?"

Karube: "Uh-... Oh!"

Karube: "You found them! That's right, I put them straight in my jeans yesterday so I couldn't forge- hey!"

Y/N: "Yeah, I threw your boxer shorts at you!"

N i r a g i

Oh, my dearest reader-chan, please stay close to him no matter where he goes.

When he has nothing to do, he will go through the city streets looking for people to annoy.

He would look for trouble and find it- even if there's no reason for trouble, he'll just make it happen himself and find his reasons.

I don't know how, but at least you managed to stop him from taking his gun.

That's something you should be very proud of.

However, that doesn't stop him from doing anything and we know that.

So please. Stay. With. Him. Thank you!

In any case, you walk around the area together and check it out a little.

You'll talk about pretty trivial things every now and then, but that's still more pleasant than just talking to each other all the time.

When you meet someone, Niragi is ready to provoke them directly for no reason.

Thank god you had a firm hold on his hand or his arm so you could quickly drag him in another direction to avoid the innocent people.

Y/N: "Oh, look!"

Yes, you also like to pretend to see something that you would find interesting.

… In partially empty shop windows.

The nice thing is that he would still look to something you tell him to look at.

Niragi: "What the fuck should I look for?"

Y/N: "See the rocks there?"

Niragi: "You kidding me, right?"

There could actually be something interesting there.

Well, most of the times at least.

It's nearly impossible but who know?

He will touch his nose and look at you angrily- but not without laughing afterwards at your amiable stupidity.

Y/N: "OH, SEE WHAT I HAVE FOUND TH-"

Niragi: "What is it this time? Another boring and ugly stone you think it's fascinating?"

Y/N: "No ..."

Niragi: "Oh, what is it this time then?"

Y/N: "The tree there."

Damn, he loves you so much for what you are, he can't even be bothered.

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allthingsfangirl101 · 4 months ago

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Number 1 Client Part 2 – Gary Johnson

Part 1

Gary woke up to the sun shining on his face. He looked down, his eyes instantly landing on his girl. He sighed as he gently reached up and ran his fingers through her hair. He couldn't help but smile when she tucked more into him.

It was then that he remembered why he was staying at her place instead of his. Ever since his Sarge told him to step away from this case, he's been staying with her. He refuses to leave her side. He's practically been living with her ever since someone tried to grab her.

Gary drives her to class, waits for her outside, and takes her home. He spends his day focused on his girl, but more focused on the people around her. Every time a guy walks too close to her, Gary pulls her closer. Every time a guy looks at her, Gary steps in front of her.

Y/N didn't mind. She felt safer with him right next to her. She knew that if that guy came after her again, Gary wouldn't let him take her. She looked out the door and saw him waiting for her in the foyer of the building.

Gary sighed when his phone started ringing.

"What do you want, Elliot?" he answered.

"You sound like shit."

"Well, someone tried to kidnap my girl and you're still not any closer to finding them."

"We're looking," he sighed.

"Then I am going to continue sounding like shit until you can assure me that my girl is safe," Gary threatened.

"We're trying, man. I swear. How's Y/N?"

"She terrified," Gary sighed. "I've been saying at her place. She won't leave without me. I drive her to campus, walk her to class, and wait outside for her. She doesn't want to go anywhere or do anything alone."

"Are you with her now?"

"Sorta," he said, craning his neck so he could see her. "She's in class right now. I'm waiting outside."

"You armed?" Elliot chuckled. He cleared his throat when Gary didn't answer him. "Gary," he sighed. "You can't be armed on a college campus."

"I will be armed until my girl. . ."

"Is safe," Elliot cut him off. "I know. I know. I promise, man. We're looking everywhere, pushing every lead to find the guy."

Gary stopped listening to his friend when he noticed Y/N's class was getting out.

"Keep me updated," he said before hanging up. The second she walked out of the classroom, he went to her side. He gently grabbed her and pressed his lips to hers.

"How was class, baby?"

"It was fine," she said softly making Gary's heart sink. She hasn't been acting like herself ever since the failed kidnapping. All Gary wanted was to arrest the son of a bitch and help Y/N feel like her old self again.

"You want to get some dinner on the way home?"

"Sure," she said, her voice sounding like she was lost in thought. She grabbed my arm, stopping me. "Actually, G. . . I have somewhere else in mind."

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Gary stood in front of the shooting range, not sure how to feel about his girlfriend's decision on where they went. He looked at her to see her nervously playing with her fingers.

"Are you sure about this, baby?" He tried to gently double-check.

"Yeah," she said, not sounding sure. "I think. . . It might. . . It could be good for me."

He gently grabbed her arms, pulling her closer to him. "You don't need to do this, gorgeous," he whispered. "I am here. I can protect you. You don't ever need to hold a gun. . . I don't want you to hold a gun. You're too pure for that."

She smiled briefly, but it didn't last long. "Not anymore," she mumbled before walking inside. Gary didn't wait before chasing after her. He grabbed her hand and held the door open for her.

As they went through and signed the release forms, Gary kept watching his girl. He hated that she wanted him to bring her to a gun range. The only reason he brought her here was because he was willing to do whatever it took to help her.

When they stepped up to the table with their protective glasses and headphones, Y/N was nervously playing with her fingers. Gary went into a sort of automatic mode as he loaded the gun. He shot the gun once but stopped when Y/N jumped.

"I don't know how you do this," Y/N mumbled as she watched her boyfriend lower the gun. He looked up at her and instantly put down the gun. He gently grabbed her shoulders, making her look at him.

"It wasn't easy at first," he whispered. "But I choose to focus on the people I protect. Like the girl I'm mad for. The girl I would literally kill a thousand guys to protect."

Y/N closed the gap between them and wrapped her arms around his waist. Gary tossed the gun onto the table and wrapped his arms around her.

"I will always protect you," Gary whispered. "No matter what."

They stayed like that, wrapped in each other's arms until Gary's phone started ringing.

"What?" Gary answered his phone as he took a small step out of their embrace.

"We got him."

"You did?" He asked, pulling out of Y/N's arms. He stared into her eyes as he waited for his friend to confirm.

"The nephew of a guy you put away a few months ago found Y/N and wanted to make you pay," Elliot explained. "Turns out, he's a coward. As soon as Y/N fought back, he ran."

"So, she's safe?"

"She is, man," Elliot chuckled.

"Thanks," Gary said before hanging up. He didn't look away from Y/N as he put his phone back in his pocket.

"They got him?" She asked, her voice breaking.

"They got him, baby," Gary said, matching her tone. With happy tears in her eyes, she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. He instantly wrapped his arms around her and kissed her back.

Y/N broke the kiss with a small chuckle. "Gary?"

"Yes, gorgeous?"

"Now that we know I'm safe, can we leave?"

Gary leaned in and gently kissed her lips. When he broke it, he leaned his forehead against hers.

"We can go anywhere you want to go, baby."

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sulumuns-dootah · 1 year ago

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NSFW Alphabet - Leviathan

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A/N: Sorry this took a long time. Been a busy and chaotic past month, but I'm working on things so hopefully they'll be ready to post soon. Also, Levi isn't exactly my favorite so I had hard time analyzing and accounting for all the lore we have so far.

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

If you had an intense encounter, you'd both need it, which is why he calls for his servants to come and care for the both of you. Otherwise, he doesn't mind to do some extra steps to get you comfortable.

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B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Our nice piece of ass loves your neck. The loyalty noose would look amazing around it. Or maybe his hands?

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C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

I'd say his cum tastes like caviar. He's technically a fish too, after all. Definitely the king whose cum I'd enjoy the least. It's also not as opaque, but with a slight shimmer.

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D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

While he's having some me-time, sometimes he puts on a noose around his neck and orders himself to hang.

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E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

With how rarely he trusts anyone, I'd say he barely has any. He gets the gist, knows many positions, but hasn't tried out most of them.

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F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Any position, really. As long as you're strangling him hard enough, he doesn't care.

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G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? Etc.)

No jokes here. In fact, no jokes ever. Besides like some special circumstances.

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H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? Etc.)

Perfectly silky smooth like the rest of him. There's no room for imperfection.

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I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

If he's bedding you, you're already doing something right. I imagine him being super vulnerable figuratively as well as literally with the strangling and all.

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J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

His main source of getting off. He can't even remember the last time he's slept with someone. Once you're in the picture, however, that immediately changes and his hands focus onto you.

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K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Beside the obvious breath control and getting beat up, he also strikes me as the type that would be into voyeurism as in getting watched fucking someone.

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L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Public places are out of the question. The safety of his castle is the only place where he allows himself to get loose.

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M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Jealousy, of course. But also public humiliation as long as he sees you as more than just his subject.

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N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Share a partner. He'd get too jealous and possessive. Unless, of course, you tie him up as a punishment. HE would actually enjoy that.

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O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Force him to go down on you and you'll have one of the best orgasms ever. In giving-head-contest he'd come close second (only beaten by the pussy devourer fly boy). While giving him head, he'd get super whiny and needy. Tease him and he'll lose his mind.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? Etc.)

There's two ways Levi can go. Either he's downright lovemaking with you or the bedroom is a whole ass battlefield.

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Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Actually, thinking about the location again... I wanted to say that why have quickies when you're at his castle and have all the time in the world, but thinking about it, If the need arises and you're not in his chambers, he would definitely use his coffin to have a quickie with his partner.

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R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? Etc.)

Depending on the risk. He wouldn't mind seeing how long you can hang from the noose, but wouldn't try and introduce lovecraftian horrors in the bedroom.

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S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Leviathan's energy is stored in that juicy ass of his and boy, can he go for long time. The thing is, that he will, however, start complaining that he's tired and that you have to do the rest yourself.

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T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Levi doesn't really strike me as the type to use toys. His imagination is enough for him. In my mind he's more old fashioned and all these different toys are just a riffraff for him. (Meaning he's too shy to buy some and would be afraid to get caught using them.)

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U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh this man *italian hand motion* loves to tease, but the moment you tease back you have no time to react before you're hanging from the ceiling.

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V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Whimpers. This man whimpers and it's the best thing you've ever heard (besides Beel's purring). How loud, depends on the situation. If you're on the bottom, some might escape him. But if you're on top, oh boy, all the demons in the surrounding chambers know.

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W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Actually, not a hc, but more of an analysis of his H scene that I really want to talk about? Okay, so Levi makes it really obvious that he wants to be beaten and straight up just abused. This just screams to me a trauma response, which is extremely sad to me. The amount of abuse he had to endure to the point where his mind equates it to pleasure just so he doesn't go bonkers?

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X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Once again, if you have the Erolabs version, you're lucky to see his sausage in the game itself. I personally agree with the ingame depiction of Levi's dick (unlike certain pierced someone's).

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Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Actually, piggybacking off the wild card analysis, I think Levi can go anytime all the time. One of trauma responses tends to be hypersexuality (but I'm not a professional psychologist, so don't take my word for it). We even know about it from the Halloween event where Minhyeok says that Levi looks like he's in the mood despite fighting off angels.

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Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Not really a sleep I'd say, but he wouldn't mind snuggling up after some exhausting workout. Just don't get too used to it since he's too busy.

#what in hell is bad #what in “hell” is bad?#whb leviathan #whb smut

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feng-xunlu · 8 months ago

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BSD CHAPTER 119

There are many- mANY Things to discuss, cry, despair, and glee about. T.T. ✨✨✨✨ But I will mention this one thing now.

Have you considered we've never seen Fyodor wear an expression like this before?

THE A N G E R IN HIS EYES...!!! It feels genuine and then again it's so damn hard to tell with a character like Fyodor.

But no matter what, it hit damn harder than I expected..... Makes me wonder even more what's behind this whole thing about Atsushi being a "bookmark" ?

And just how important it must be for Fyodor. But.. in what way？

One of my first thoughts of it, was it being a reference to a main character. Think about it, wherever the bookmark is placed, that is where the "present" is. For the reader that is. That is us. And the main character will usually always be where the bookmark is, where the story goes on.

Not that that's it but it's a great comparison in my mind.

Moving on.. Fyodor may have started out by saying:

”You are... Its "BOOKMARK"”

But later he calls Atsushi “He who HOUSES the "BOOKMARK"“, not THE Bookmark:

And then he even says afterward that the "Bookmark" DWELLS WITHIN Atsushi, basically just saying it twice in two different ways, and therefore making it even more clear that Atsushi isn't directly the bookmark himself:

He specifically refers to the TIGER, the Abhorrent, Noble, Glistening Tiger to quote him correctly. Which dwells within Atsushi. Obviously referring to his skill. So assuming it's the skill, it isn't weird either he would just say that Atsushi IS the"BOOKMARK".

Atsushi himself said in Dead Apple, when he finally accepted his skill, that his skill IS him, it is not something someone can take away from him. He said something along the lines of:

"That's not a skill! That's me..!"

(( Yes, yes, I know it was literally taken out in Dead Apple without him dying. even if it only was for a short while, but so can some of your organs, and no one would argue your organs aren't.. YOU. Just because they can be cut out without you dying. It's a quite great example actually. Even if you can live without some organs, there could be after-effects depending on what organ we're discussing, maybe there's something you wouldn't be able to do? Just like if you lost your skill.

So even if it's T H E S K I L L, which is this so-called "bookmark" Atsushi is also special. Because the skill is him.

Not to forget, all this relates to the fact that his claws can cut through any ability, which Fyodor directly mentions in this chapter, concerning Atsushi being the "bookmark".

And in fact, Fyodor kinda mentions the thing about Atsushi AND the Tiger being special. Directly saying to Atsushi:

”You... and the Tiger are Special.“

Here's a chronological order of all the times Fyodor refers to Atsushi as the "Bookmark".

How he first said, "You and the Tiger", then just "You are..." And then the rest is straight up just him confirming that it is something within Atsushi, and how he only has an interest in that, and none in Atsushi himself:

Even though Atsushi and the Tiger come in a set, Fyodor only wants the Tiger.

The thing bothering me is this last panel. Even if it isn't Atsushi he needs, but the Tiger, wouldn't that also disappear if Atsushi died??

What in the multiverse do you mean you only need his head, Fyodor!!!?

Could it be the skill survives even when the skill user dies? Like the example with the organs, except it also works the other way around with skills?

Might depend on the skill I imagine.. Like the example with Tatsuhiko Shibusawa ? His skill survived even after he died. But then again, his skill specifically made it possible to split skills from skill users.

But even back then, there was something going on with Fyodor.. The whole thing about his skill being the only one not attacking him.

.. Now when I think about it, Fyodor would indeed know all about that, wouldn't he?

Hmmmmm—

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kisses-for-you · 3 months ago

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comfort - g. logan

gar logan x gn!reader summary: after a near-death experience, you have a panic attack during which Gar comforts you. w/c: 1.1k

The mission had been brutal. You had nearly drowned — lungs burning, water filling your senses, the crushing pressure making it impossible to tell which way was up. In the moment, you had been convinced that was how you were going to die, even though you knew your boyfriend would never let that happen.

Gar hadn’t hesitated for even a second. When he saw you get pushed into that lake, he jumped in after you almost instantly. He found and swam up to the surface with you in his arms, his grip strong but gentle, as if he were terrified of hurting you yet desperate to keep you safe. You gasped for air the second you broke the surface, coughing up water as your body trembled from the cold. Gar held you close, his warmth seeping into your skin as he whispered reassurances, his voice laced with worry.

"It's okay, I've got you," he murmured, brushing wet strands of hair from your face. "You're safe now."

Even as he swam you back to shore, his arms never loosened their hold. When your feet finally touched solid ground, you collapsed against him, exhausted and shivering. He didn't let go. Instead, he wrapped you in his arms, rubbing circles into your back in a desperate attempt to warm you up.

"You scared me," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I thought I was going to lose you."

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Even back at the Tower, where you were supposed to be safe, you couldn't escape it. The second the adrenaline wore off, everything hit you at once. The fear. The exhaustion. The suffocating feeling of being helpless. Your chest tightened. Your breath came in shallow gasps, too quick, too uneven. Your hands wouldn't stop shaking, your vision blurred at the edges, and no matter how hard you tried to ground yourself, you couldn’t.

Your mind was trapped underwater.

Gar noticed immediately. You didn’t even have to say anything. One second, he was talking to Rachel and the next, he was right in front of you, concern etched across his face.

"Y/N?" His voice was gentle but urgent, his hazel eyes scanning your expression. “What’s wrong?”

But you couldn’t answer. You could barely breathe. You hadn’t even really heard him — your mind was stuck in a completely different place.

Realization dawned on his features, and he moved without hesitation. He crouched in front of you, his hands carefully reaching for yours. "Hey, hey, I've got you," he murmured, taking your trembling hands in his own. His touch was warm, solid—something real to hold onto.

"You're okay," he continued, his voice soft and steady. "You're safe. You're here. Just focus on me, okay?"

But it wasn’t that easy. Your heart was racing, pounding against your ribs like it was trying to break free. You tried to speak, to tell him you couldn’t make it stop, but all that came out was a strangled gasp.

Gar's grip on your hands tightened, not painfully, just enough to anchor you. "Breathe with me," he said. "In for four, hold for four, out for four. Can you do that?"

You tried, but your breath stuttered halfway through, and a fresh wave of panic surged through you. Your whole body shook, your fingers tightening around his like a lifeline. You were almost surprised you didn’t break his fingers.

“It’s okay," he soothed. "Try again. Just listen to my voice."

His hands moved from yours to cup your face, his thumbs brushing over your cheekbones in slow, grounding strokes. “You're not alone, Y/N. I’m right here.”

But the fear wouldn’t let go. The memory of sinking, of choking, of your body going limp under the water — it was still there, gripping you tight. Why was your mind so stubborn?

Gar seemed to sense that words weren’t enough. So instead, he just pulled you forward, wrapping his arms around you and pressing your head against his chest. "Listen to my heartbeat," he whispered. "Just focus on that, okay? Not the past. Not the fear. Just this."

Ba-dump. Ba-dump. Ba-dump.

His heartbeat was steady, rhythmic, something real in the storm of your thoughts. You squeezed your eyes shut, forcing yourself to focus on it.

Ba-dump. Ba-dump.

Slowly, so slowly, it worked. Your breathing evened out, the shaking in your hands lessened, and the weight on your chest began to lift. You could finally think, breathe, and relax — or at least somewhat relax.

Gar kept holding you, his fingers stroking your back, murmuring quiet reassurances. "You're doing so good," he whispered. "Just keep breathing."

Minutes passed. Maybe more. Time felt strange, stretched thin. But eventually, the panic attack ebbed, leaving you feeling drained. Gar pulled back slightly, just enough to see your face. His eyes were soft, filled with nothing but concern and care. “You okay?”

You nodded, though you still felt unsteady, kind of like you’d run a marathon and hadn’t quite caught your breath. But at least you had made it.

Without a word, Gar slipped off his hoodie. Before you could protest, he was pulling it over your head, helping you push your arms through the sleeves. The fabric was oversized on you, the sleeves swallowing your hands. It was warm and smelled like him. Like pine, his cologne, and something else that was undeniably Gar.

"There," he said, adjusting the hoodie so it fit more comfortably. "Better?"

You nodded again, wrapping your arms around yourself, and sinking into the warmth. The hoodie wasn’t just warm, it was safe.

Gar smiled, brushing a few still-damp strands of hair from your face. "Next time, let’s not make near-drowning part of the mission plan, yeah?" His voice was lighthearted, and teasing, but you could still see the worry lingering in his eyes.

Despite the exhaustion pressing down on you, you let out a small, tired laugh. "I’ll try."

His grin widened. "Good. ‘Cause I’d rather not have to wrestle a lake to get you back."

You shook your head, but before you could say anything, he pulled you back into his arms, his embrace firm and protective. He pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head, lingering there for a moment. "You seriously scared me, you know that?" he admitted quietly again. "I don't ever want to lose you."

You swallowed past the lump in your throat and curled further into him. "You won’t."

Gar tightened his arms around you, resting his chin on your head. "Promise?"

You nodded. "Promise."

And with that, he just held you, safe and warm in the quiet of the room.

DC masterlist

#gar logan #gar logan x reader #titans!gar logan #dc titans #imagine #beast boy #beast boy x reader #dc titans x reader #garfield logan #garfield logan x reader #dcu #x reader

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star-writes4 · 2 years ago

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Charles Leclerc NSFW alphabet

*nsfw undercut*

a/n: english isn't my first language so this might be shit

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He thinks that aftercare is very important. He would cuddle with you till you fall asleep and just after that he would move a little it and go t sleep too.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

You cannot tell me that he doesn't love his hands. He can do anything he wants with them, from making (trying) to make you food to pleasuring.

I feel like Charles has a thing for boobs, he loves holding them, kissing them and sleeping on them. No matter how big they are he loves them.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

At the start of the relationship I feel like he wouldn't like to make a big mess but after you start to get a little more comfortable with each other he would cum on your boobs, your stomach basically everywhere. He would take it and spread it on your face, in your mouth.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He loves it when people know that you guys had sex. Would leave hickeys all over your body, making sure that you won't cover them and that everyone sees them.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

This man is very experienced. He knows exactly what to do to make you feel good.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary. He loves looking at your face and your boobs, he can also touch you, use his hands for anything.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He is neutral. He would throw a joke then and there but he knows when to be serious.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He is trimmed, doesn't feel comfortable if he has a jungle down there.

He would prefer if you at least shave, I feel that he doesn't like it if his partner has a lot of hair down hair.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He is very romantic, not only when it comes to sex but at other stuff to. After a hot night he would bring you breakfast in bed and other cute stuff like this.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

If you aren't with him during a race week and Ferrari fucks his strategy he will call you and will jerk off to your voice.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He loves watching you undress. That's one of his guilty pleasures, making you give him a strip show. He also like teasing you and overstimulating you. Also loves holding your hands above your head.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Would prefer to do it in your own house but if he is very horny would do it anywhere.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

When you wear a V-neck. He loves watching your boobs. Also if he gives you love bites they will be more visible.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

BDSM or stuff like that. He would never hurt you even if you ask him, he would occasionally slap your ass or lightly choke you but would never hurt badly. Not only if it includes blood but he would never hit you with his belt or stuff like that.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He loves it when you give him head. He would either cum in your mouth or on your face (depends if you can clean yourself or not). He also loves when you choke on his cock. He would push your head, making you drool all over him.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends on his mood. Usually he is fast (but not rough), he would make sure that you are alright with everything that he does.

If he is mad he would be fast and rough

If you guys have sex after a date he wouldn't fuck you, he would make love to you. He would make sure that you feel very good.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He doesn't really likes quickies, but if he is very horny before a race he wouldn't mind it.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He is the type of person that always uses protection or makes sure that you are on birth control, if you hare on birth control or from some reason you can't get pregnant he would definitely finish inside of you and makes sure that his cum isn't leaking out.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

This man has so much stamina, he can last for 10.000 rounds without a break.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn't own any toys but if you do (or if he buys them himself for you) he would tease you so much with them. This man loves teasing so it's perfect for him

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

As I said, he loves teasing. He would do it for hours and after you are a crying mess and after some begging he would finally fuck you.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He isn't very loud but quiet either. He prefers to hear the sounds that you make, not caring for anything other than that.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Jealous sex. One of his friend flirts with you, you talk about your celebrity crush, doesn't matter.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

I think we all saw the picture with him holding baby Ciara. This man doesn't only have big dick energy, he actually has a big dick.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He would have sex with you any moment anywhere.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He waits for you to fall asleep first, then he will slowly start drifting to sleep too, after making sure that you are actually sleeping and that you are comfortable.

#formula 1 #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x you #formula one #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 x you #formula one x reader #formula one x you #this is so shitty

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heartach3d · 3 months ago

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stutter

bill denbrough x reader

not requested but I'm trying this out

887 words a small one since I wanted to write something after rewatching it

I'd always known bill had a stutter ever since we were little kids he had one bug I really didn't mind it. it's not like he can really do anything about it so I don't know why people make fun of him all the time.

he asked me to come over and help him say sentences and shit?.. I don't know but as his girlfriend I guess it's my duty.

I really didn't mind since I would be with him anyway. we spend like every living second together, and we always had but the only difference now is the relationship.

"bill!!" no response. I heard his mom yell something about him being in his room from the kitchen though so I just decided to go up.

as I walk to his room I can hear his faint voice from inside it trying to pronounce sentences without stuttering.

wasn't going so great.

"he t-thrusts his fist againsts the p-posts- dammit!" I opened the door and smiled at him as I came into view by the doorway.

"I was calling you! your lucky your mom said something or I would've left" I know I wouldn't have but I just said it to get my point across.

I went over to sit on his bed as well closing the door behind me with my foot, I plopped down next to him.

"sorry y/n I'm d-doing something." I look down at the little flash card he has in his lap and read it to myself in my mind before reading it out loud.

“He thrusts his fists against the posts and still insists he sees the ghosts?" I mumble out confused and then remembered why I'm here in the first place.

"does this really help?" I ask taking the card out his lap and holding it up. "that sounded mean but I'm just wondering" flipping over the card to see nothing on the back before flipping it back over and handing it to bill.

"I d-dont really know I try it b-because my mom told me a-about it." he says before crumbling up the paper and aiming it towards the trash.

"hey no bill I wasn't trying to make fun of you or anything if you want to practice it then we can practice it." I sprung up from the bed and walked over to grab the piece of paper once again.

"it's stupid I w-wish I never had this s-stutter" I could tell it was dissapointing for him as I got up and saw him leaned back, laying on his bed now.

I walked over a laid beside him slightly pushing him so I could get space as he got the memo quickly and moved over himself.

even though he wasn't turned to me I turned towards him and started talking again "I think your stutter is cute. it doesn't bother me or anyone else so it shouldn't matter but I know you can't help the way you feel."

he turned over and gave a light smile with a slight tint forming on his cheeks "I'm f-fine with it m-most of the time. just when bowers and his g-gang say stuff."

"yeah I can get that." I added lastly before it went silent for a couple seconds as we just stared at eachother.

"bill bill!" we hear a little voice from outside the door come in and I realize it's georgie coming In all excited.

he saw us on the bed and bill groaned before sitting up "what's w-wrong georgie?" he asked in a slightly annoyed tone.

"hiya georgie." sending a little wave and smile I greet him with a more happy tone than his brother has.

"oh. sorry bill" he said sheepishly standing there with one leg behind his other and his head slightly pointed down.

"and hi y/n!" this time with a more excited tone much like before.

"I a-always tell you to k-knock!"

"be nice bill" I say flipping over so I'm sitting next to him on the bed and slapping his shoulder lightly at his tone.

"I just wanted to see if you could play" he sounded like he had a more saddening tone to his voice but I smiled at his words.

"it's alright georgie can I play?" I ask happily trying to get him to cheer up maybe if he hears my cheerful tone.

"your g-gonna ditch me y/n?" I hear bill say but I pay no mind to it as I see georgie smile in excitement.

"yes yes! of course you can!" "let's go then yeah?" I reply back and I see him nod happily.

I turn back to bill and kiss his cheek before grabbing georgies hand. "let's go!"

we run off and I hear another groan behind me and I look back to see bill getting up and trying to catch up to us.

"don't be such a debbie downer!"

hello everyone JUST pretend that georgie is alive and well cuz I thought he was the cutest little brother

#pls give requests more #bill denbrough x reader #bill denbrough #it #it fandom #it fanfiction #pls I'm begging for requests

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orcasoul · 2 years ago

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Priceless Part 2

Summary: Takes place after Grogu leaves with Luke to train as a Padawan. The Razor Crest wasn't destroyed. Reader is/was Grogu's nanny. Din and reader are in love, although neither one has confessed their feelings at first. When Din leaves to track a bounty she stays at an Inn because the ship is too quiet without Grogu. She is abducted by slavers and of course our hero Din saves the day and makes them pay!

Warnings: Swearing, angst, graphic description of violence and torture, no use of your Y/N.

Italics indicate inward thinking.

Word Count: 3,923

It's been three days since you and Din parted ways. True to his word he checked in with you every morning and night. He always asked if you were comfortable and you always asked how the hunt was going. The conversations always ended in heartfelt declarations of love and longing for each other. You hated saying goodbye every time. Even though you were both on the same planet it felt as though you were on opposite sides of the galaxy, a multitude of vastness between you. You kept yourself busy during those three days, exploring the town and the outskirts during the days and relaxing at a local cantina in the evenings. Often your mind would drift to thoughts of Grogu, but being surrounded by distractions helped to stop the sadness from consuming you to the point of tears. Sitting at your table close to the bar, you lazily sip your glass of Paonga Fresca, soaking up the atmosphere of the increasingly lively venue. Friday night must be the night to socialise, you observed.

The music from the band is definitely more lively tonight, making it easy for everyone to indulge in a night of carousing. You get the bar droids' attention to bring you another drink. After setting your glass down, the droid turns to leave. You watch it walk away and your eyes happen to fall on a Devaronian who is watching you intently. Coming to think of it, you've seen this guy here for the past two nights. Feeling a pang of discomfort from the blatant stare you avert your gaze and casually look around the room. After a few moments you glance back to where he was sitting to find the seat empty. You exhale in relief. The last thing you want is any trouble. Still feeling a bit uneasy, you quickly down the rest of your drink, put on your jacket and decide to call it a night. The suns have almost set as you emerge onto the street. The cooler evening air gives you as sense of invigoration as it kisses your skin. It's mostly quiet out here apart from the odd patrons arriving and leaving. You head off in the direction of your accommodation but are stopped as an old man shuffles towards you.

"Excuse me miss," the aged and small framed man began, "Please, would you mind helping me with these bags?" You look at the bags he roughly dumped in front of his feet, raising a sceptical eyebrow at him as he straightened up with a groan. "I wouldn't usually bother anyone but these bags are so heavy and my prosthetic..." he raises his trouser leg to show you his metal limb, "has been giving me grief all day. I don't live far, just a 10 minute walk in that direction." He points behind you, to the right. Initially you felt nervous of this mans' intentions but seeing his prosthetic leg and how he is struggling was enough to reassure you that he genuinely needs assistance, and how could you say no to someone in obvious need. "Yeah, sure," you reply, grabbing most of the bags while he picks up the last one. "Thank you, my dear. You're very kind," the old man smiled appreciatively. You follow him for several minutes before he turns to an alleyway. You immediately feel a sense of foreboding, the hairs on the back of your neck standing upright as goosebumps assault your skin. You begin to slow your pace as the man turns back to face you.

"It's just through here." He points to the alleyway. "I'm afraid my job doesn't allow me the privilege of living in the nicer parts of town," he says with a small smile. You instantly feel guilty for judging the only area this gentle old soul can afford. You nod and swallow the jittery feeling bubbling in your tummy. He's just a little old man, you try to reason your anxiety away. He couldn't hurt me even if he wanted to. You cautiously follow him into the alley, eager to dump the bags at his door and get the hell out of there. The alley snakes off to the right and you follow, only to be met with a dead end. Fear floods your senses, rooting your feet to the spot as you see a group of men waiting in the dim light. The old man drops his bag along with his exhausted pretence. "Good work," one of the gang members addressed the old man as he threw a small pouch at his chest. "Now get out of here." He quickly rushed past you with his head down. "What the?...." You began as you watched him slink away. With increasing alarm you turn back to the gang, pulse and heart racing.

"I think you've got the wrong person," you gulped while reaching for your blaster. "I don't think so," a voice from the shadows replied while the two other men, one human, one Trandoshan raised their own blasters in warning. Slowly you bring your hands up in surrender. The owner of the voice emerges from the shadows causing your eyes to grow wide in fear as you recognise him as the Devaronian from the cantina. "See, we've been watching you for a few days and we know you're not from around here and that you're alone." His repulsive smile makes your skin crawl. "What do you want with me?" You try to sound composed, to hide the fact that your stomach is now in knots. Keeping your chin held high, you challenge his gaze with your own as his guys move behind you, one on your left and the other on your right. "Profits," he smirked. "We're businessmen and you're very valuable." You turn to run but are restrained by strong arms, holding you in a vice like grip. You shriek as you feel a sharp pinch in your neck and slowly the world turns hazy, muffled and then black.

This hunt had felt like the longest ever to Din. True he's been away longer in the past but everyday away from you leaves a longing deep within his soul. He sits by a fire, watching as the orange flames dance with fluidity, like they have a mind of their own. It's strangely calming and his thoughts gravitate to you. He temporarily loses himself in thoughts of kissing you, running his un-gloved hands over your bare skin, the noises you would make as he.... He's abruptly pulled from his musings as the bounty, a klatooinian, shuffles uncomfortably on the other side of the fire, hands and feet bound and mouth gagged. The sooner this is over, the better. This time tomorrow you'll both be together and can finally have that much anticipated talk. He feels so ready to give you his all. As usual the time came to check in for the night. He always felt unsettled until he heard your voice. Hearing you means you are safe. "Cyare, it's Din. Can you hear me?" ....... silence ....... "Cyare, come in." More silence.

Dins chest begins to constrict as worry starts to consume him. You've always answered straight away. Maybe she's just a bit preoccupied. Don't jump to conclusions, he tires telling his racing mind. He'll try again in ten minutes. Those ten minutes became the longest ten minutes of his life. The longer the silence went on, the more he began to panic, his palms becoming sweaty under his gloves and his heart hammering in his chest. He couldn't help but imagine the worst case scenario. What if she's injured and alone? What if she's in danger? He tries again, this time with more urgency in his voice. "Cyar'ika, are you there? If you are, Please answer me!" No relpy, no sound at all except the crackling flames and his own blood thrumming in his ears. "I'm really starting to worry now." His voice and hands begin to tremble. "Are you there? Please, come in!"

Your head hurts so bad, the thumping in your temples and ringing in your ears making it almost impossible to focus. You roll onto your side with a groan. Your entire body feels as heavy as a Mudhorn. "Din?" you mumble in your groggy, hazy state. His voice sounds muffled and distant in your ringing ears. As your senses return you realise his voice is frantic. It takes all of your strength to sit up, nausea seizing your stomach at the momentum. Through squinty eyes you look at your surroundings, trying to piece together the events that led to you being in a.... cage?! Shit! A cage! In a cold and dim cave, illuminated only by torchlight. Dread and shock overwhelm you as you remember the men from earlier, the smirk, the grip and the pain. Your whole body begins to shake, breaths coming fast and shallow. The panic is all consuming, pulling you down into the depths of despair.

You reach to your hip but your blaster is gone. Shit, they've taken it. You're suddenly aware that you heard Dins voice only moments ago. The com! They've obviously missed it, being hidden under your jacket sleeve. A spark of hope ignites inside as you bring your wrist to your mouth. "Din?! Din, come in! I need help, Din?!" "I'm here. What's wrong? Are you okay?!" Din's voice is music to your ears, even if it is currently tremulous. "No I.... I don't know where I am. I'm in a cave, somewhere, and they're.... they're going to sell me! Din, I'm scared!" Din's worst fear has come true. You're in trouble. You need his help and he isn't there. Anger and fear swarm his being in equal measure. His ribs feel like a punching bag for his heart, his adrenaline already coursing through his veins, readying his body to become a powerful and deadly weapon. He's going to find you and he's going to kill every one of those fuckers who dared to lay a finger on you.

Hearing the fear in your voice makes Din realise just how completely useless he is right now. You never should have been in a position like this in the first place. In this moment he knows he has failed you. He manages to gather himself before his mind can spiral any further. Now is not the time to fall apart. Not when your life now depends on him. "Tell me everything that happened. Where you were last, who you met, what they looked like, anything you can think of." You tell him the name of the cantina, the Devaronian watching you, who turned out to be the same guy who kidnapped you. The others he had with him and the little old man and his trick to get you alone. You break into tears at the end of your panicked ramblings. "I'm so sorry. I was so stupid to trust him." "I need you to listen to me, Cyar'ika." Din's calm, collected voice brought you back to the present moment.

"I'm coming for you. I will find you, I promise. I need you to be strong like I know you are, okay?" "Okay," you sniffle through your tears. "Hurry, please. I love-" "Hey!" Your heart jumps out of your chest as a booming voice echos through the cave. A large Bothan angrily fumbles with his keys to unlock unlock the cage door and storms towards you. Din can only listen as your scream fills the com. "Give me that you little bitch!" A sickening thud and a groan from you sends Din into a primal rage, his vision turning red. "Don't fucking touch her!" he roars as the com crackles and falls silent. Din can't breathe, can't think about anything other than getting to you ASAP. He hastily grabs his Amban Sniper Rifle and satchel ready to make off in the direction of the town when his attention is suddenly caught by the bounty, shuffling and groaning at him.

Dank Farrick, the bounty, he curses inwardly. He rushed over to the him, grabbing his arms and legs roughly, removing the restraints. The bounty pulled the gag down, staring at Din goggled eyed, unsure of what to make of his unexpected freedom. "Go!" Din ordered. The Klatooinian awkwardly got to his feet, taking small steps backwards, while keeping his wide eyes on Din's visor. "I said go!" Din raged at him. The stunned bounty nodded, "Thank you." After a several steps he stops and turns to Din. "I hope you find her," he offers sympathetically before running off into the night.

Your scalp feels like it's on fire as you are violently dragged by your hair into a large chamber. You desperately grip onto your hair, pulling it back towards you in a futile attempt to ease the pain. Relief blesses your nerves as the Bothan releases his brutal grip. However the relief doesn't last long. He drags you by your bound wrists over to a pillar. Your eyes widen as you see the chains hanging from it. You instinctively fight back, digging your feet into the ground, using them to push your body backwards to avoid what's coming. But the Bothan is much bigger and stronger than you and easily manages to shackle your wrists to the pillar. A Nautolan walks around the pillar, looking down his nose at you. "Thank you, Baze," he says to the Bothan. "You can go." "Yes, sir," he replys respectfully. This guy must be the boss, you conclude as you size him up. You inwardly scoff as he stands tall, basking in his own airs and graces. "Who did you contact?" he asks in a low voice.

You glare at him while pulling on the chains, hoping to the maker that there's a weak link somewhere. "Who did you contact?" he asks again, nostrils flaring in anger. You hear Din's voice echo in your head, I need you to be strong like I know you are. And you will be, no matter how hopeless things seem. You're not going to make it easy for this piece of Bantha shit. You answer his question with a defiant lift of your chin, holding your head high. He huffs and lowers his head while shaking it in mock disappointment. He brings his hardened gaze up to meet your eyes. His black, soulless eyes make you shudder. "Guess we'll have to do this the hard way," he growled as he headed over to a large cabinet against the wall of the chamber. He opened the door and your heart lurched, horror pulsing through you as you watch him bring out a brutal looking Cat O Nine Tails whip. "It would be better if you'd just cooperate," he warned as he stood behind you. "Fine," he sighed after a bout of silence, "Have it your way."

You gasp as he rips the back of your jacket and shirt open, exposing your bare back. Every muscle in your body seizes, knuckles white as you grip onto the chain, panicked breaths escalating as you brace yourself for the impending impact. Swish! Crack!!! An anguished scream tore through your rib-cage as savagely as the whip tore through your soft flesh. "Who did you contact?" He demanded through clenched teeth, bringing the whip down again, striking the already mutilated tissue on your back. You scream again, knees buckling as you slump against the pillar. A hot sticky wetness runs down your lower back, soaking into your trousers. A sob escapes your raw throat as you whimper. "Please...." "Tell me who you contacted and this will all end," he responded callously. The pain is unfathomable. An insatiable entity invading your body, intent on wreaking as much torment as possible. Every nerve feels like it's on fire, your breaths coming out shallow and laboured.

"I'm losing patience, you stupid girl," he fumed as he lifted the whip and struck another agonising blow, then another and another and another. The intense ringing in your ears stifles the sounds of your excruciating screams. You're not sure how much more of this you can withstand. Exhaustion seeks to claim you, to take you away from this nightmare but you're afraid to let yourself slip away for fear you'll never wake again. A Part of you feels ready to crack, ready to tell him what he wants to know if only to stop this torment. But you will not betray Din. If they know he's coming he'll lose the element of surprise and be in danger. You'd die before you let that happen! Swish! Crack! Scream!! Swish! Crack! Scream!! Swish!.... "Sir." The whip stops as the Bothan enters the room. "An urgent matter requires your attention." The Nautolan huffs in annoyance. "Take her back to the cage. I'll deal with her later," he seeths, throwing the whip on the ground before storming out of the room.

The Bothan unlocks the shackles and you fall to the floor, panting and shaking. Your strength has long since vanished along with your sense of your surroundings. Pain is all you feel and think and know. Large, rough hands grip your shoulders causing you to scream in pain once again at the raw burn spreading over your back as you are thrown over his shoulder. You hear the creak of the cage door before you are thrown face down onto the dusty floor. The Bothan kneels down, hovering over your head. "It doesn't matter who you called..." he sneered, pulling your head up, his rancid breath making you gag, "No one will ever find you." He throws your head back to the ground. Sparkling dots burst before your eyes at the impact, then the door clicks locked. This time you have no choice but to give in to the exhaustion.

The cantina is bustling with jovial laughter, cheerful conversations being drowned out by the lively music from a local band. Everyone seems to be having a good time. Everyone, that is, except for a lone Beskar clad man sitting in a darkened corner, meticulously observing the entire room. Din headed immediately for the cantina the moment he arrived in town. It took him an entire day to get here. An entire day when maker knows what could have happened to you. He refuses to dwell on that thought, instead keeping his mind on the here and now. And now he waits. He's been watching every person who has come and gone, so far finding no one fitting the descriptions of your abductors. The hours have dragged on and Din grows more and more impatient. There's only two hours left until closing time and Din's hope of finding those scumbags is dwindling. Anxiety slowly creeps into his chest, his hands balling into fists on the table. He's usually a patient hunter, spending days tracking and laying in wait for his target.

But time is not a luxury he can afford right now. Not when you are depending on him. Just as he can feel his last remaining ounce of patience ebbing away his eyes lock onto a Devaronian as he takes a seat at the side of the bar. This Devaronian fits the description you gave Din perfectly. Din's pulse quickens as his anticipation builds. The man stares across the bar. Din follows his line of sight where it lands on a lone woman. She's oblivious to the guys' steely glare as she's nose deep in a data pad. That's got to be him! Din holds back on the unquenchable desire to launch himself into the Devaronian, to beat him until he tells him what he needs to know. But he has to be smart about this. Any wrong move could jeopardise his chance of finding you. Din's eyes never leave him the whole time he's there. When the Devaronian leaves, Din silently stalks out behind him, keeping enough distance to remain inconspicuous.

He follows him across the street, slipping into the shadows. All the while the guy is oblivious to the bounty hunters advance. He stops to talk to an old man. Din recognises him as the little old man you'd described. He can't hear them through their hushed tones so he enhances the sound in his helmet. "There's a human woman alone, around 30, Red and gold dress, black hair, pulled up in a braided ponytail. You know what to do." Bingo! He's found the bastards, which means he's one step closer to bringing you home. He remains in the shadows while the men part ways. The old man walks to the other side of the street with his bags, putting them down once he rounds a darkened corner. He stays there, peeking around the corner every few minute, watching and waiting for his unsuspecting victim. And Din watches him. Anger and disgust builds inside him with every passing minute.

How many innocent people have fallen victim to these kriffin monsters?! After half an hour the woman emerges through the entrance door and begins to walk down the street. Adrenaline spikes through Din's veins. This is the moment he's been waiting for! He watches as the old man lifts his bags and theatrically staggers towards the approaching woman. Din scoffs as he hears the same pleading words and sees the prosthetic leg trick you'd told him about, being used on this poor woman. Din follows them quietly, every bit the predator stalking his prey. As they turn down a dark alley, he climbs up onto the roof of the building on the corner. The buildings are all so close together he can jump from roof to roof, trailing them from above. He's acutely aware of the the bright moonlight reflecting off his Beskar, so he stays low as he follows, silently and swiftly keeping pace with his target.

Just as you'd told him they came to a dead end where three men (the Devaronian, the Trandoshan and a Human) waited. The Trandoshan tossed a pouch at the old man and told him to leave. Din could easily hear the panic in the woman's voice through his helmet as the men surrounded her. He's going to end this now! He fires a single shot, hitting the old man in the back as he scurried down the alley. One piece of shit down. The men and woman turn their attention to where Din drops down from the rooftop with the smooth precision of a Lothcat. Before the men can react Din takes out the Human and Trandoshan behind the woman with perfectly aimed headshots, while she screamed and ducked, hands covering her head. The Devaronian draws his blaster after his initial confusion at what is happening.

Din shoots it out of his hand while striding angrily towards him. The Devaronian turns to run but falls face down onto the sandy ground as Din fires his whipcord around his legs. After fully restraining the unconscious assailant Din turns to the petrified woman, now sitting fully on the ground, shaking in terror. "Run, now," he gently tells her. Her panic seems to slightly subside when it becomes clear he means her no harm. "Th... thank you!" Her voice trembles as she rises to her feet, fleeing down the alleyway. Din feels a sense of satisfaction, knowing he just saved her from a horrific fate. He now brings his attention back to his captive. He stands and drags him all the way back to the Razor Crest where he can interrogate him any way he sees fit.

part 3

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louellaby · 2 years ago

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FORGET-ME-NOT

REPLACED!MC AU

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W A R N I N G

May contain bad grammar, limited vocabulary, and OOC characters. Please mind that English is not my first language, and it takes a lot of courage for me to post due to my anxiety and paranoia.

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taglist: @books-and-catears @owl778 @yourlocalgrass @kaiserkisser @hhurric4ne @amberheavendremurr

C H A P T E R V I I I

「 A Surprise Waiting To Happen 」

"Are you sure about this, MC?"

"Yes... Yes, I am. I want to leave the Devildom... but... if I— if I ever want to come back, am I allowed to?"

"Of course! You're always welcome in the Devildom. This is your home, too, after all."

"Thank you... This is goodbye then...?"

"Yes... Goodbye, our dear MC."

"WHAT?! Whaddya mean MC's gone?! How could they just leave the Devildom without sayin' a word to us?!"

"Calm down, Mammon."

"How can ya say that, Lucifer?! How are ya not affected by this!?"

"Of course I am, but shouting, panicking and running around the room won't bring MC back, now would it?"

Mammon clicked his tongue in annoyance, stopping his frenzied marching and going back to sit down on his seat next to his older brother.

The whole group was gathered in the student council room, having a meeting arranged by Diavolo himself. The prince told everyone about MC's decision and wanted to discuss their current and future position in the Devildom.

"Of course they're keeping their titles! We're bringing them back here and making sure they stay forever!"

Everyone seemed to be in agreement, except for one human who looked extremely bothered by everyone's suggestion. Deciding to speak up after a bit of a hesitation, Soley raised her hand in protest. This caught everyone's attention immediately.

"Yes, Soley?" Diavolo wondered.

"Are you all sure this is what MC wants?" Everyone looked at each other, listening to what she had to say. "What if they don't want to come back? What if they wanted to leave this place because they weren't happy here anymore? Wouldn't it be selfish of us to bring them back to the place that makes them sad?"

Luke's sniffles could be heard no matter how hard he tried to keep them in. As he held onto Simeon's cape, steadying his breathing, he eyed Soley. He managed to speak up clearly despite his body's reaction to the upsetting news. "But.. this is MC's home, too... The Devildom isn't all that great without MC here..."

His guardian raised his hand and placed it on the boy's head, softly patting his hair. Once he, too, looked at Soley, he saw the fuming expression hiding behind her sad one that was directed at the little angel. He thought that maybe he was just imagining it. But if he wasn't, then he would have more problems with her than he already had.

"Oh, Luke, we can't force MC to stay somewhere they want to get away from," the human responded, hugging her arms and hanging her head. "I want MC to be here with us, too... They were my first friend here, and they made me feel like I was safe... but their happiness goes above everything else, right? MC deserves all the happiness in all three worlds."

The whole room fell silent as each and every single one of them looked to the floor, refusing to meet anyone's eyes. Except for one person.

Soley subtlety let her eyes dance from figure to figure, studying the expressions on their faces. An ocean of envy was bubbling up within her chest as she watched the boys all look sullen just because of the situation they brought upon themselves. She herself also looked down a minute later, but not because she was sad. Not at all. In fact, she was smiling. The thought of MC out of her way was bringing her joy, and she could barely contain her excitement. But because she was with the group, she knew she had to keep her act together.

Soley was in her room back at the House of Lamentation. The meeting had already ended, and they were all sent home. Soley watched as the brothers returned to their own rooms without saying a single word to one another.

As she lay in bed, she remembered something she witnessed at the ball. That night, she exited the castle for some fresh air. She was getting fed up with the brothers' attention and excessive clinginess that she had had enough and slipped away for a while when she was sure MC wasn't anywhere near them. But the moment she reached the far end of the castle's garden, she saw something that infuriated her more.

There was MC on a picnic blanket, next to the beautiful lake, holding Cassiel's hand, and a happy smile on their face. She wanted to stomp her way towards the two, but if she did, then her act would fall apart. She restrained herself from going near the two of them and eavesdropping on their conversation. Instead, she went back to the castle and planned to confront MC to see what they had to say.

'I can't believe they lied to me. I never would've thought they were capable of doing so. ...Maybe they were lying about not knowing where Solomon was before, too.'

'But it's not like I can ask them about it now since...'

The thought returned to her mind. MC was finally gone. And that brought a huge grin back to her face.

'Who knew those boys were so easy to catch? I barely had to do anything, and they already took my bait. Foolish demons.'

'Now all I have to do is make sure the thirteen of them forget who MC even is.'

Many months passed, and Soley was living well in the Devildom. After MC had left, she had to work hard to keep the bright spotlight on her. Especially since the group from Purgatory Hall still hasn't accepted her no matter how much she tried to spend time with them.

One evening, as she just got home by herself, she stomped her way through the halls of the mansion in search of the seven brothers.

'How dare they not wait for me at RAD and escort me home?! Those little—'

The young lady thought and thought until she stopped in her tracks the moment she heard whispering voices coming from the dining room. She wanted to burst through the closed doors until she heard them mention her name.

She overheard what they were talking about.

'They're planning a surprise party for me?! Those demons?! How wonderful! ...How... wonderful...'

Soley quietly leaves the scene, head filled with thoughts she never expected would come, but there they were.

'Right... My birthday is coming up soon... I should be happy that I'm finally securing a place here in the Devildom even just for a little while until I get back home, but... I just wish that— that he would be there to celebrate with me...'

'Maybe if I ask Lord Diavolo to bring him here, maybe they would do it? After all, it would be for my birthday, so they should do as I ask, right? But the brothers are planning a surprise party, so it's not like I can be straightforward and ask them to invite him too....'

'Well, I'll just have another party when I get back home. He'll definitely come to attend then. For now, it's time to celebrate.'

「 CHAPTER VII | CHAPTER IX 」

#obey me #obey me mc #obey me shall we date #obey me angst #obey me brothers #obey me replaced mc au #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me luke #Forget-Me-Not

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itsohh · 5 months ago

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So Close to Me

A/N: G/N reader, I finally found inspiration for this ask and that happened to be in a Police song. Which is funny enough I think a song I've found inspiration for him before.

Summary: After an argument breaks out with your fiance, your left alone in the pouring rain. Gerald finds you and brings you the comfort that your fiance couldn't.

Warnings: Superior / employee relationship, cheating (not on you but he has a wife yo) emotional hurt / comfort

Word count: 2005

AO3 Masterlist

It was supposed to be a night of celebration, one of accomplishment. Years of work had paid off. Finally you were an operator. Top of your group, you were going to join the best of the best. Yet the night had quickly soured, your long term fiance had made sure of that.

“You're coming home.” He hissed, the venom in his voice spat towards you in anger.

“I'm not, this is my life. What did you think would happen? This is my dream- my opportunity to help people.”

“Help people? Help me, come on and find your place by my side.” Frank turned towards you, that anger fueled voice simmered for a moment. It was softer, a pained beg.

“I've been here for years, why the change in mind now?” Light rain had started to fall from the sky but neither of you cared about it. Your focus was completely on each other.

“I didn't realize this was permanent. I thought it was like going to uni, a few years and then you would be at home. I didn't think you would be moving to fucking England of all places.”

“Frank I'm sorry, I thought we were on the same page.”

“Well we weren't so pack your bags-”

“No! I'm not giving up after all of this.”

His tense jaw stayed shut as the rain hardened. The pause was in reality only a minute but for you it stretched for an eternity.

“What about me? Are you going to give up on me?” He finally asked.

“We don't have to, I'm not locked away forever. You could move here or I could visit when I have time off, long distance.”

“I'm not going to pack up my life and move here just so you can play soldier and I'm not wasting my time doing long distance.”

“How can you ask for me to give up my life when you wouldn't do the same?” The pair of you reached the car he hired and stood on the opposite sides of it.

“Because you already had a life with me. Now you've just decided to build a new one without me. Fuck this. Fuck you. I never should have allowed you to indulge you in these delusions. All you're going to do is get yourself killed.” He opened the driver's side door.

“How dare you!” Your voice broke in the raw scream. The rain muffled your voice and acted as a barrier so no one could hear. “We might be disagreeing about this but how can you disrespect my dreams? How can you invalidate my efforts?” Tears had started to stream down your face and mix with the rain. You slammed the door closed and started to walk away from the car.

“Where are you going?!”

“Away!”

“I drove you here, get back here!”

“No, I won't spend another second in the company of a man that doesn't respect me. I'll find my own way home.” Frank didn't try to stop you. You continued to walk away and down the road, he didn't pass you.

Completely soaked you continued walking until you found a small bus stop. There was only one light above it that flickered yet the small station gave you some relief from the rain.

You sat on the bench and brought your knees up to your chest. The addraline that had coursed through your body during the fight had died down and you were left in your cold shell of a body.

In the cold, your teeth started to chatter and you regretted not bringing a jacket. Shaking, your fumbled to get out your phone. The next bus wasn't for another twenty minutes. At least you could take a taxi back to base.

Yet when you hit the power button, it gave you a brief warning of low power before it turned off. A curse left your mouth and you softened the grip around your knees.

Your eyes went closed and let out a small whimper. The rain was unignorable and its damage had been done. About five minutes later a light from the road made itself known, it had forced you to look down and away to prevent yourself from being blinded. At first you thought it was a passing car, for a second you hoped deep down that it was Frank, ready to talk and save you from the cold. You knew better. Frank wasn’t the time and would you even forgive him. The thought made you dawn on your relationship, or lack of relationship. It had been years since you actually spent any quality time with the man. You closed your eyes, that spark had left long ago, and you knew exactly where it went.

The car didn't continue on, it stopped next to you and the lights dimmed down. You looked up to see the car, it was familiar, you had seen it before and it wasn't Frank's rented car. The passenger window slowly came down and you could see inside.

Your breath hitched at the owner. “Gerald?” Your voice was quiet, vulnerable.

“Get in.” He leaned over to the passenger door and opened it. With only a second of delay, you scrambled to your feet and approached the car.

“I don't want to get your car wet.”

“Just get in.” He said with a sigh, but there was an edge to his voice, he was angry. At you or something else, you weren't sure.

You slipped into the car and closed the door next to you. Gerald put up the window. Right away you were embraced with the warm and dry comfort of his car. He reached over to the backseat and grabbed something from behind his seat. It was a folded up blanket, one he then gave to you before he pulled out from the curb

“Thanks.” You immediately took it and covered yourself with it.

“How did you know I was there?” You asked.

“Liam overheard saw your argument and mentioned it. You shouldn't be out in the rain like this, no matter what you were fighting about.” Gerald gripped the steering wheel tight and you saw his knuckles change colour from how tight he was holding it.

“He's not my fiance anymore.” You mumbled and Geralds head snapped to yours. For months, if not years, there had always been tension between the pair of you. One that caused touches to last a little longer than everyone else, stolen glances that felt illegal in every way. Nothing more ever happening, both of you were in your own relationships, he was your superior. It was forbidden. A million reasons to stay away from each other.

“...I'm sorry.” He finally said.

“No, I ended it. He said that all this was a delusion. Can you believe that?”

“What was a delusion?”

“My career, working here. He said that right after…” You choked out a sob. Gerald's had left the steering wheel and placed it on your knee. By no means was it sexual but comforting.

“He's a bastard, it's good you're not wasting your time on him anymore.”

“I didn't see him very often after I started all this. I guess it was easy just to remember the good parts.” Gerald kept driving and you looked through the windscreen, it wasn't the way back to base.

“Where are we going?” You asked.

“Somewhere I go when I need to think and relax.”

“You have an escape?” Your brows raised.

“Believe it or not, I'm only human.” He chuckled and reached for his radio. He turned it up and you were greeted with the comforting familiar background music.

It reminded you of all those days that you would stay late to train with the man. The rain continued to patter on the car and was pushed away with the window wipers on the front. Soon your chattering stopped and your body warmed up. The blanket had done a good job at absorbing the rain

Eventually the car came to a stop and you were met with the darkness of outside. There were little working lamp posts and there wasn't a single light inside of any of the nearby buildings. The buildings barely looked like they were together. It was obvious they were long abandoned. If anyone else had taken you there, you would have been on high alert but not with Gerald.

“Come on.” He promptly got out of the car and you followed him. You left the blanket inside and he led you over to the nearby building. It was faded and falling apart but you could still see what it had once been, a theatre. Without question you continued to follow the man. He produced a torch which lit the way.

“Did you come here when it was still open?” You asked.

He let out a small huff and gave you a look. “I'm not that old sweetheart.”

“This job creates doubt, no matter how dedicated you are. One night I found it when I was out walking.” He explained as you followed him. He led you through the theatre, the old chairs were still all there but had become decrepit over the years. You wouldn't want to sit in any of them.

“Shouldn't you be a little worried about the mold in this place?” You asked when he reached the stage and climbed onto it.

“You coming or not?” He offered his hand and you took it without hesitation. On the save he sat down on the edge so his legs dangled off. You copied his position and were met with the full view of the building. In its own way it was charming, peaceful and a little insane to think of what used to happen there. It was once a place of entertainment, joe, laughter, sadness. Now forgotten and by itself it was broken, it had deteriorated but at the end, it was still standing.

“It's pretty, in its own way.”

“I thought you might enjoy it.”

Silence settled comfortably between the pair of you and Gerald settled his hand back on your knee. Your hand glided over it and held onto it.

“Oh, you're so warm.” You said in slight surprise. You shuffled closer to him and your shoulder pressed against his. Your head tilted to the side and you closed your eyes when it rested on top of his shoulder. It only stayed there for a minute or so before his other hand touched your chin.

Your head lifted and turned to face him in his direction. It was then that you saw how close the pair of you were. He broke whatever distance there was when he leaned down slightly and pressed his forehead against yours. “Gerald…” You breathed and his nose slotted next to yours. The only part that didn't connect was your lips.

“How could anyone let you stay out in the cold?” His lips brushed against yours but nothing more. “You have no idea what you do to me. How pissed I am.”

Your heart hammered in your ears and his hand slid up from your knee to your thigh. “You ruin my mind. You're constantly on it, I've never wanted anything more.” Again his lips brushed again but never made that final push, he was letting you decide on that. If you wanted to kiss him, you would have to initiate it.

Your eyes cracked open. “Gerald… but your wife. You can’t just go behind her back.”

He pulled back and the moment cracked away. “You're right, I shouldn't do that to her. I'll end it.”

“I can't ask that of you.”

“You don't need to.”

“Gerald, you can't just give up your life for me. You have a wife, kids, a family and I mean your career if this gets out…”

He forced the closeness between the pair of you again and cupped your check. His forehead pressed against yours once again. “I want to, for you.” Finally, his lips properly pressed against your and he kissed you.

#r6s x reader #deimos x reader #gerald morris x reader

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rorykeanersactualgf · 1 year ago

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hey look i know you already wrote the request of the reader being sick with the flu/fever for me but can you go back and change the gender of the reader to female cause that's what i originally wanted it to be in the first place

A/N: why yes of course i can make it into female reader xx i quite like this idea because he is such a cutie patootie that he would love to take care of us. i hope it was okay that i did a pov switch and the pronouns were g/n. other than that, i hope you enjoy the fic my lovelies xx :))

CW: Benny being an absolute sweetheart, mentions of throwing up but it doesn't happen only gagging does, kisses and thats about it i think xx (Fem!Reader version xx)

Sick remedies

On a dreary Tuesday morning, in the early hours of the day, I was awoken to a searing headache, a hot sensation rolling over my body, my joints aching every time I tried to move, a blocked nose, a sore and dry cough, and to top it off, it made my eyes water and burn so I couldn't see anything. I stood up and almost instantly regretted it, I felt dizzy and so close to being sick but I managed to keep it down. I decided to write my parent/s a note saying how I felt and hoping that they saw it. As I tried to go back to sleep, my head started to pound more than before and all I wanted was sleep at that moment so I quietly crept downstairs and grabbed some water and Tylenol, chugging it and sneak back upstairs to bed.

Benny's POV:

As I woke from my peaceful sleep, I turned over to my phone to talk to my baby (Reader), now usually she would message me first but when I saw my phone had no good morning text, I was a little bit confused but shook it off quickly seeing as she may have slept in or forgotten.

My day had gotten stranger when I was waiting outside of her house, like I usually do but they didn't some out, maybe she slept in or left without me. Weird, its not like her to leave without me, and we've never had an argument before so maybe she was already at school. I had even tried knocking the door but no one answered, oh well, I'll see her soon.

As I continued to mull over what could have happened on the way to school, I hadn't noticed that I had basically blanked my friends and already made it to school by walking on my own. I realised that I should probably try to find and talk to her when I was in school, that was if she were even here. As I walked into the courtyard I saw my friends and walked over to talk to them.

A plethora of different greetings flushed my ears that made the talking and laughing in the courtyard less noticeable and helped me take my mind off of this morning a little bit. That was until I didn't see (Reader) with any of them and asked if any of them had seen her.

They all had a range of answers, ranging from "Oh, I thought she was with you," and " Nope," 's and wondered where she could be. Hopefully she was just late.

As the day went on and lessons progressed, I gathered the notes for her classes and made sure that the assignments were at least noted of so she wouldn't be completely lost on what to do and when it was supposed to be in by.

At the end of the day, when there was still no sign of (Reader) via in-person or text message, I went over to her house just to make sure she was okay and at least had the stuff they needed. I walked up her porch steps, knocked on the door and waited for someone to answer. When someone did answer, it was her mom, and with a smile on both of our faces, she let me in.

"Are you here to see (Reader)? She is pretty sick at the moment so I'd be careful going near her but if you want to see her go ahead." She said with a genuine smile on her face and two taps to my shoulder and she walked into the living room again. After hearing that (Reader) was just sick and not annoyed with me or in any serious danger, my heart swam with relief. I walked up the stairs to her room and knocked, just in case she was getting changed or just wanted some privacy.

At no answer from (Reader), I knocked again in case she didn't hear me and when I didn't get an answer again, I decided to walk in. When I walked into her room, it was dark, a small pile of tissues was near her on their bedside table, a small and now probably lukewarm glass of water was next to her on the table, and a small lump of a person was on the bed, under the blankets and lightly snoring.

As I saw (Reader) sleep for a little bit, I started to think of any remedies that I could use to help them. I quickly got up and went to the store, grabbing a few things and making my way back to her house.

When I got back to her house, I thought that I should at least let her know I was here and that I was going to take care of her so when I got back up to their room, I gently nudged and shook her awake. At first, it didn't seem like she was going to wake up until I got gently shoved off saying "5 more minutes mom" and rolling back over. This made me chuckle a bit because she was being cute and she didn't know it was me. I sat with her on the bed and said,

"Hey, it's me, Benny, I came to take care of you," which made her slowly but surely roll over onto her back and pull the blanket down so I could see her adorable face and smile at her,

"Oh, hey Bens," she said, her voice croaky and hoarse, which made her cough painfully and look at me with sad, almost watery eyes.

"I'm not very well if you couldn't tell already. How was school today? Did I miss anything important or interesting?" She said with a sniffle or two falling from her.

I had caught them up on my day given her the notes she needed so she didn't miss anything.

My POV:

As benny was telling me about his day, it had slowly begun to dawn on me how confused and possibly upset he must have been that I wasn't in and that I hadn't given him his usual fix of attention and affection like I usually would have.

I felt bad so I picked up my phone when he had finished to message him good morning even though he was right in front of me. The plan was to cheer him up and possibly make him laugh, and it worked. He leant over to kiss me and just as our lips were about to touch, I pulled away at the last second.

Confused, he looked at me and was about to ask me what was wrong when the pieces in his mind had clicked and he understood that I pulled away to not make him ill.

When I had started coughing again, I leant over and noticed a shopping bag near my bed that wasn't there last night.

"What's in the bag?" I asked curiously, trying to look into its contents.

He picked up the bag and started taking things out like heating and cooling pads for my aches, water bottles, bland food like crackers and chips, a new teddy bear, and various other things.

He instructed me to sit back and let him take care of me. I did as I was told and sat back on my bed, laying upright on my pillows and groaning slightly from moving. My body ached so much and I surmised that it was because I had no Tylenol in my system and just as I had thought that, Benny had pulled a new bottle from his bag and gave it to me with a cool bottle of water to go alongside it.

He also pulled out a pack of crackers and an apple for me to eat with it, claiming that if I ate fruit with it, it would help bring antioxidants, minerals and whatnot back into my system and help me get over it quicker. "Can I use a spell to at least help with some of the coughing and sniffling? I promise it wont go badly." He said with puppy dog eyes, knowing I could never say no to him.

"If you're absolutely certain, then yes you can my love." I said with a small smile on my face and a quick ruffle to his hair to solidify my point.

"Yay!" He exclaimed and excitedly rummaged through his bag to get his spell book, flicking and scanning through all the pages to get to some of the remedies for small things like illnesses.

"Okay, so I'll need a frogs liver, a bunch of herbs and spices, a garlic clove, a chickens eyes, and a ladybug." Just hearing some of those ingredients, made me want to gag, and as he ran off to make the potion, I kept thinking about what was going to be in it, making me feel nauseous, so I pulled the bin from the other side of the room over to my bed's side. I continued to nibble on the snacks while he was measuring and making the potion, taking extra care so that it doesn't go wrong and when he came back up to my room, I saw that he was covered in various thing, and smelt like a crackly fire, a nice addition.

He walked over to me and worried about it being wrong, hands slightly shaking he passed it to me and I looked at it suspiciously, still apprehensive about it potentially being wrong so I lifted it to my nose and with the best of my abilities, I gave it a smell and instantly reclined. It smelt disgusting.

"Are you sure this is right? It smells horrible." I interrogated Benny as he looked more hopeful.

"I followed the recipe to a T. I guess that's just how it smells." He answered calmly.

"Alright, I trust you." I said as I looked at the potion, back to Benny, and back to the potion again. I lifted the concoction to my lips and took a small swig, the taste was almost obscene to my senses and caused me to gag, I almost leant over and spat it out when I suddenly felt a little bit better, my nose wasn't as blocked before and I could breathe semi-normally without felling like I need to bring my lungs up.

That was until I looked over to Benny and he had an incredulous look on his face, in complete and utter disbelief about something above or behind my head. As I looked up and behind myself, I couldn't see what he was looking at so I turned back to him and when I looked back, he was holding a mirror up and I saw I had a pair of cat ears on my head.

"Benny, you told me it was fine!" I exclaimed but not angry.

"I thought it was! Hold on a minute." He exclaimed while laughing slightly. He flipped back through his spell book and tells me that apparently additions from random animals was normal and should go away soon.

I started to calm down and laugh at myself because in all honesty, it wasn't a huge deal since my parent/s weren't going to be coming anywhere near me because of my various symptoms and they already knew that Benny was a wizard because of him pulling out a bouquet of flowers for my mom when they first met and he didn't realise she didn't know.

After letting him take care of me for a few hours, I told him that it was probably best that he left so he didn't get the same illness I had but he was adamant that he stayed by my side because he didn't want me to be alone and sick, and he said that he knew I would do it for him, which was true.

He ended up staying the night, giving his grandma a message so she didn't go crazy looking for him, leaving small kisses on my forehead and cheeks while I slept, holding me close and making sure that I wasn't going anywhere and because of that god awful potion he gave me, my symptoms cleared up by the morning but I was left with another surprise.

I woke up and rolled onto my back, feeling much better, better than I was before; when I looked over to see Benny, he was in the same state I was in yesterday, curled up to me, looking sweaty and uncomfortable. So, I tried some remedies that I had read about but in Benny's case it was slightly funnier since when he sneezed now, there were sparks that flew out and he had coughed a few butterflies into existence.

All I said to him was "I told you so," with a kiss and a smile gracing my face and a pout on his pretty face.

#benny weir x reader #mbav #mbav fanfic #mbav stuff #benny weir #benny mbav

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plumblossomcafe · 8 days ago

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Ch.101: Soloist's Prologue

A/N: slight cursing

Paimon: Good ol' Caravan Ribat. Huh, now let Paimon think... What were we up to the first time we came here? Oh, Paimon remembers... Both Nahida's and Y/n's consciousness had been trapped by The Doctor, but we followed the clues they left behind to help them!

Aether: Good memory, Paimon. I guess we may have stumbled upon this place at some point before.

Paimon: So much time has already passed since then, and it seems Sumeru's changing for the better now that Nahida's in charge, right?

Y/n: I just hope this peace will last a long time, and then Nahida won't have any more new problems to deal with.

Aether: Yes, but as long as we're around... It's hard to say what will happen...

Paimon: Yeah, guess you're right... We somehow always find ourselves right in the thick of it... Who knows what will happen next! Come to think of it, maybe it's all because of you two... Maybe you're just a magnet for trouble!

Aether: I was just thinking that you might be the problem, Paimon.

Paimon: Huh? Me!? Before Paimon ran into you, Paimon never ran into any trouble! At most, when she was super tired, Paimon got caught in some strange whirlpool and sucked out to sea! And even then, you fished Paimon out!

Y/n: *giggles* Alright, you two, settle down

Paimon: Anyway... For Nahida's sake, maybe we should think about heading to our next destination for now.

Aether: Alright, let's continue our journey. Next stop: Fontaine.

Dehya: Ah, look who it is. Running into you in a place like this, I can see you three still love wandering around.

Paimon: Oh, it's Dehya! Since when are we just "wandering around"? We're usually taking care of some serious business... Even though it may have nothing to do with our journey... But never mind that... What brings you here?

Dehya: I just finished a commission in the desert for a usual client of mine. Nothing too interesting... just escorting a shipment of goods. I'm on my way to report back. That's when I saw you three all the way over there, chatting away. What were you three talking about, anyway?

Y/n: We're preparing to leave Sumeru and head to Fontaine.

Dehya: Huh? You serious...? Can't say I saw that coming... *sigh* But you are travelers, after all. I guess you'd never stay for too long in one place. Bumping into you like this will become a rarity. Ah, I'm starting to feel sad just thinking about it. Hey, how about I gather a few mercs to escort you three... Whaddya say?

Paimon: Thanks, but no need. Paimon had no clue you'd miss us so much. But don't worry, we'll come back to see everyone when we get a chance!

Y/n: I'll send letters to check up on you guys and give an update on what's happened

Dehya: Sounds good! All you need to do to get to Fontaine is cross this stretch of desert and navigate some waterways. Knowing you three, I'm sure it won't be anything you can't handle. So, when are ya leaving?

Y/n: We'll leave as soon as we've finished a few more preparations. Journeys should be spontaneous.

Paimon: Oh, wait a sec... Paimon just remembered there are still a few dishes in Sumeru that Paimon hasn't tried yet. Now where's that list Paimon made...

As the four were talking, an unknown man was watching them from afar but quickly left in order to not be seen

Dehya: I see. Guess you won't be needing a going away party or anything. It's sad enough to see you go like this. Though now that I think about it, Sumeru wouldn't be what it is today without you. Seems true heroes always prefer leaving quietly, haha.

Paimon: By the way, should we go say bye to Nahida?

Aether: In her case... She'll know from our dreams anyway.

Paimon: Oh, good point. Then there's no need to bother her in the real world.

Dehya: Then I guess this is goodbye for now, Aether, Y/n, and Paimon. Whether as a client or a friend, you're always welcome to come find me.

Aether: Take care.

Y/n: Bye, Dehya.

Dehya continues on her way

Paimon: Goodbye, Dehya! Bye bye, Sumeru!

After settling matters in Sumeru, we gollowrd the directions that Dehya gaves, so now we're approaching the border of Fontaine. Hopefully

Aether: Come on, Y/n, let's go!

Y/n: *quickly closed her diary* Coming!

Paimon: Whew, after crossing all that sand and water, we finally made it... This must be Fontaine's port. Wow, everything looks so advanced in Fontaine. Paimon's heard that the industry here is extremely developed, and there are all kinds of unusual machines.

Aether: It's even more impressive than I expected.

Paimon: Just seeing the sights as tourists is nice, but maybe it would be better if we found something to do. What do you guys think?

Y/n: Let's start by meeting Furina.

Paimon: Good idea. Nahida gave us loads of useful information. Seeking out The Seven is probably still our best source for information at this point.

Aether: Our journey is to find my sibling... And also to find the truth.

Paimon: Yeah! The more we can learn, the better. So what do you think the Hydro Archon's like? Will we get along? Nahida said that she has "a very unique personality"... whatever that means. To learn about a nation's god, start with the nation's people!

Y/n: *sees some people* There seems to be some locals talking over there. Let's go ask them.

The trio approached them

Etienne: If you ask me, it's a tragedy how things ended for him. Clearly, he was a pretty decent person.

Rena: Yeah, I didn't expect that kind of ending for him... I thought he would at least fight on a little longer for his family. I was expecting a sudden plot twist, but it's a pity that it never happened... Still, his story is quite the tear-jerker...

Etienne: *sees the trio* Uh, excuse me, can I help you three? I couldn't help but notice you standing here listening.

Paimon: Uh... Hi! We're travelers new to Fontaine, and we had something we wanted to ask, but you seemed to be really busy talking about some kind of play, so we didn't want to interrupt.

Etienne: A "play"? Oh no, no... We're talking about something that really happened. In fact, it's a case that was just heard a few days ago.

Paimon: Really? Like a real trial? But the way you were talking about it and the words you used just now made it sound like some kind of story...

Rena: Well, good tales are often based on true stories, aren't they? And what you see in reality may also be someone deliberately putting on an act while harboring ulterior motives... Whether something is true or not simply isn't that important. The main thing is whether the story being acted out on the stage is splendid enough.

Y/n: "Weird"

Rena: Oh, but it looks like you're not from around here! You probably don't know that the Fontaine Court of Justice is called the Opera Epiclese, or more commonly known as just "the opera house."

Aether: So they see trials as a sort of "opera"...

Paimon: But, uh... shouldn't court cases be treated a little more seriously than that? Not to question Fontaine's way of doing things, it's just that putting someone on trial is usually a very serious thing...

Rena: Hehe, no worries. Other visitors to Fontaine have wondered the same thing. You could say that we just don't want to waste the moving stories behind those cases. And as for your worries about whether the cases are treated with due reverence, we have the absolutely just and honorable Chief Justice Neuvillette... As well as the Oratrice Mecanique d'Analyse Cardinale, a machine created by the Archon. Between the machine and the Chief Justice, false charges and injustice are a thing of the past now.

Y/n: A judgment device created by the Archon... So this is the "Nation of Justice"... *sees a girl in the distance* "Is she alright? Why is she standing at the end?"

Paimon: The Oratrice? Is it some kind of machine, too? Paimon's curious... We should check it out if we get the chance. Wait, Paimon almost forgot to ask you our question! Do you know what we should do if we want to meet the Hydro Archon?

Etienne: Oh, that's easy! Just go to the opera house. Lady Furina practically lives there, you could definitely say it's her biggest passion.

Y/n: "I should go talk to her"

Without saying a word, Y/n left to go check on the lone girl

Y/n: Exuse me, are you alright?

???: ...Huh? Ah, I'm fine... Thanks.

Y/n: Are you sure? You look troubled

???: I was just reminiscing about a place my brother and I would play when we were kids. It was just atop that hill over there, see?

Y/n: Uh, you're pointing at the sea...

???: Though people call the waters around Fontaine a "sea," it's actually just an inland lake that's filled with fresh water. And though I can still see that hill clearly in my memories, now it's been completely submerged. He would skip and jump, tossing sand in the wind... The sun shone brightly, and the air was filled with the scent of the sea. But now the water is gradually swallowing our memories... It won't be long before it swallows us.

Y/n: Uh, sorry, I don't understand what you mean.

???: Ah, I don't believe we've had the pleasure of meeting. Are you Lynette's new friend?

Y/n: You are?

???: Thanks for looking after my sister. She often comes here to reminisce about our childhood, that's all. There's no need for any concern. Ah, allow me to introduce myself.

The boy then grabbed her hand and kissed the back of it. This shocked her a bit and left her embarrassed as her face turned red in embarrassment

Lyney: *chuckles* I'm Lyney, and this is my sister, Lynette. If I had to guess, I'd say you must be a traveler from abroad.

Y/n: Y-Yes! Me and my friends just arrived here in Fontaine, but as we asked the locals some questions, I saw your sister here and decided to talk to her

Paimon: There you are, Y/n! *hugs her*

Aether: Why did you run off? *a bit angry*

Y/n: Sorry, well, this is what happened, but first Lyney, Lynette, these are my friends, Aether and Paimon

After Y/n introduced her friends, she began retelling everything that happened all the while Aether was glaring at Lyney

Aether: I see...

Lyney: Don't worry, we were just chatting, I hope you don't mind

Aether: ....

Y/n: It's fine, really, I came up to talk to Lynette in the first place because I was worried about her, so I should be the one to take responsibility

Lynette: It's not your fault, miss?

Y/n: Y/n!

Lynette: Well, Y/n, thank you for worrying about me

Y/n: *nods*

Lyney: Hmm, I see. It's unusual for Lynette to be so willing to talk with anyone. In fact, she seldom speaks at all. I'm usually the only one she ever talks to.

Paimon: Oh, really? Then you two are just like us! Paimon's always the one talking for some reason.

Y/n: I do talk Paimon, but you're always the one chatting

Aether: Exactly, there's hardly anything left for us to say with you around, Paimon.

Paimon: Huh! So that's how you guys think it is?

Lynette: I also think my brother can be too talkative at times.

Lyney: Ah, hehe... Seems you were right, Paimon. We are quite similar.

Paimon: Hehe... So what did Lynette mean just now that the water is engulfing your memories and that it won't be long before it engulfs you, too?

Lyney: Ah, that... It's from a prophecy that's been circulating in Fontaine for some time now. Well, I suppose "prophecy" isn't exactly the right word because that implies a certain amount of uncertainty. There's no doubt about what's happening in Fontaine now...

Y/n: What's happening in Fontaine?

Lyney: Where to begin? Hmm... Ah, let's put that question on hold for a moment. We still haven't formally greeted each other yet, have we?

Paimon: Uh... Did all the introductions earlier not count?

Lyney: Hello, Aether. *shakes his hand*

Aether: Hello, Lyney. It's a "pleasure" to meet you.

Lyney once again repeated the same action with Y/n before, but this time winking at her as he reintroduced himself to her in the native language of Fontaine

Lyney: Bonjour, demoiselle Y/n

A/N: Translation: Hello, Lady Y/n

Y/n: *embarrassed*

Aether: "This guy"...

Lyney: And hello, Paimon. *pats her back*

Paimon: Hey! Why didn't Paimon get a handshake? You're not poking fun at Paimon, are you!?

Lyney: Haha, please don't take offense. Just consider it a sort of etiquette we have here in Fontaine when making new friends. You should remember it, it might prove useful...

Paimon: Oh, alright then... Well, Paimon's just happy to have a local friend now. By the way, we were just getting ready to go to the opera house to meet the Hydro Archon. Would you be able to show us the way?

Lyney: So you guys are going to see Lady Furina? No problem at all. In fact, I was planning to go to the opera house later myself. I'll gladly take you guys there once I finish things here. Please follow me.

While following the siblings, a few guards and an electro weilder guard file in, and Furina makes a grand entrance, standing over the port

Y/n: What's this about?

Lyney: Uh, you guys said you were going to see Lady Furina? Well, it seems Lady Furina has come to see you.

Paimon: Huh!? So... she's the Hydro Archon? But how did she know we were looking for her?

Furina: My dear people, rich and poor, those with cup in hand and those with nothing at all, raise your glasses in celebration! If you don't have one, then just raise your hand in lieu. As you can all see, three unfamiliar travelers have arrived in our nation. Come, let us make a toast in honor of this Travelers and their ompanion who have journeyed here from distant lands!

Everyone: *cheering*

Paimon: Uh...? Is she talking about us?

Aether: "Nobody here seems to be holding a glass..."

Furina: I've long heard of the turmoil and chaos you've all left in your wake as you visited other nations, but I welcome you nevertheless... No, I have come to receive you personally. Fear is for insignificant cowards. I am a god, and I will never entertain the notion of such meaningless wariness. You can be rest assured, I see clearly your sincerity. Of course, seeking an audience with me is the most sensible thing to do. It will allow you to truly behold my power and witness my authority. Intelligent people always gather under the correct banner.

Y/n: "Wierd, I don't sense that god feeling that an Archon has"

Furina: I, Focalors, hereby welcome you to the nation of Hydro and acknowledge the value and significance of your trip. Now, you may rejoice in this!

Aether: Well, finding the Archon was easy enough...

Paimon: Yeah, Paimon still can't believe it... It feels like we've only been here for a few minutes. But the Hydro Archon's entrance was, uh... How should Paimon describe it...? A little over the top? Ahem... Uh, Miss Hydro Archon... How did you know we were coming?

Furina: Ah, I see. As outlanders, you inevitably lack even some of the most basic understanding. Don't forget that even the gods can be divided into the mediocre and the excellent. I suppose it's only natural for you to be awestruck by my abilities. You had best stop and consider... do you really have the noble qualities and etiquette necessary to communicate with a god? All it takes is a flick of my finger for me to know everything about you.

Paimon: Whoa, talk about sounding high and mighty...

Aether: Feels like she can't get over herself...

Furina: ...Oh? What's with these looks? Perhaps the welcoming ceremony still isn't enough? Hmm, what else should I say then?

Y/n: ...huh?

Paimon: Uh, is she waiting for us to start talking?

Rena: Wow, I didn't expect to see Lady Furina here. What a surprise! Wait, does this mean they're the "Legendary Blond and Amber-eyed Travelers"!? How did I not notice before?

Etienne: *joined the crowd* Hey, what's all the commotion? Oh, is that Lady Furina? Is there some kinda drama going on?

Lectoure: Of course! That's the Blond and Amber-eyed Travelers, the one all those stories are about. Lady Furina came here to personally see them... Oh, I bet this is going to be the duel of the century!

Etienne: Oh! I've got to see this! I knew Lady Furina would never disappoint!

Furina: Ahaha! Yes, but don't get too excited now... My dear believers and spectators alike tend to get quite rowdy, and despite the noise, I've come to tolerate all their ruckus. You may consider this my reward to all of you! I have determined that there will be an epic duel between myself and these travelers from another land, just as you were hoping to see!

Paimon: Huh!? Now she wants to fight? Aren't we getting a little ahead of ourselves?

Aether: *took out his sword* Bring it on.

Y/n: Aether, calm down

Furina: Hmm? Hmph! A—Are you not afraid? Might I remind you that this is a duel against the divine!

???: What are you trying to do? Provoking a god in front of her people?

Furina: Ahem, stand down, Clorinde. I admire his bravery. Few have the courage to draw their sword against a god. He is obviously a true warrior, unlike his Amber-eyed companion. Unfortunately, people nowadays only crave to be thrilled, and a mere duel will not slake their thirst for excitement!

Aether: "This bitch"

Lectoure: ...Yeah, she's right. Just a duel wouldn't be all that interesting...

Etienne: On Erinnyes, criminals are always requesting duels to defend their honor. They're getting a bit old to tell the truth.

Furina: You see... then as the god of justice, I shall face these travelers in another kind of duel... a duel in court!

Lectoure: Whoa! Oooh, alright, now that'll be worth seeing!

Etienne: Right, this is Fontaine, after all. With such a grand opera house, it would be a pity not to use it.

Paimon: Why do you care so much about the crowd's reactions? Seems you've spent a little too much time in the opera house... Besides, how exactly do you plan to have a duel in court? You mean you're going to put us on trial?

Y/n: And we haven't committed any crimes. We literally just arrived here.

Furina: Hehe. Oh, we have reason to put you on trial. It's obvious, isn't it?

Y/n: Obvious?

Furina: According to Fontaine law, no one is permitted to release any flying objects within Fontaine city limits during the first three days of each month. You are clearly guilty of violating this law, no?

Etienne: Oh! So that's what they've done wrong. That's our Lady Furina. No one knows the laws of Fontaine like she does.

Paimon: Huh? You call that obvious? What kind of law is that!? Wait, "flying object"...? You mean Paimon!?

Aether/Y/n: Uh... "What kind of law is that!?!"

Furina: Precisely. Now, if you three have no objections, then in the name of the Hydro Archon, I order your arrest.

Lyney: My apologies, Lady Furina. I don't mean to spoil the fun, but if you would allow me to interject......I don't think that Paimon here meets the definition of a "flying object."

Paimon: You tell her, Lyney! Finally, someone who's not crazy... How could anyone call Paimon a flying object!?

Furina: Ah, Great Magician Lyney, my beloved citizen. I'll permit you to object, but how exactly do you plan to prove your claim?

Lyney: Hehe, as a magician who just rained on your parade, I naturally should shoulder the responsibility of "saving the show"...So, with such an audience gathered here, allow me to perform a trick for everyone. *snapped his fingers*

Lyney's vision glows, and a Pyro-coloured link appears between Aether's hand and Paimon's back

Lynette: Tada~

Paimon: Waa! What's that on Paimon's back? Hey, when did you do that!?

Y/n: "Ah, when Lyney patted Paimon on the back and shook Aether's hand... He used his vision to make that string. If that's the case, then why didn't he also use that trick on me and only on Aether and Paimon?"

Lyney: There. As you can all clearly see, Paimon should be classified as, well, something like a balloon. This rope has been in the Aether's hand all along. It was just that no one could see it before.

Rena: Huh, you call that magic? You've got to be joking...

Etienne: Hahaha, I thought it was pretty good. Nice one!

Lectoure: Huh, I'm not sure what to think. It seems Lady Furina's charges no longer hold water...

Furina: ...Hah! Hahahaha... Amusing. Very amusing, Lyney. Just the sort of unexpected twist that I enjoy. With you here, today's performance can finally be called complete.

Paimon: Performance? You see all this as a performance?

Furina: In which case, consider the matter of your trial resolved. The god of justice will not bring charges against an innocent person. But when there are valid grounds, I will not only judge travelers from abroad... But even the gods of other lands, hehehe...

Y/n: "How is she gonna do that with the Archons technically? I mean, she kinda judged me, which was easy for her, but I don't think she would be able to do that with the others"

Furina: I look forward to seeing your upcoming performance at the opera house, Mister Lyney and Miss Lynette. That's enough for now. Toodle-oo~

Furina and her guards leave, concluding this "performance" leaving the trio confused

Paimon: And just like that, she's gone. Well, that's the most unpredictable archon Paimon's ever seen... We never even had a chance to ask her anything, but that's a problem for future Paimon! That whole scene just now was really...

Y/n: Thanks for bailing us out, Lyney. Did you know that was going to happen?

Lyney: Don't mention it. I just happened to remember that there was such a law, so I did a little preparation — just in case. I didn't think it would actually come in handy. So, now do you see what kind of god Lady Furina is?

Lynette: She can be a bit confusing at times, but she is still amenable to reason.

Aether; Yeah, confusing is a good way to put it...

Paimon: Anyway, Paimon had no idea you were a magician, Lyney. It sounded like you'll be performing at the opera house, right?

Lyney: Haha, I just know a few simple tricks I use to make a living. Lynette is my assistant. It will actually be my first time performing on the most prestigious stage in Fontaine, the opera house.

Paimon: But isn't the opera house where criminal trials are held in Fontaine?

Lyney: When there are no public trials being held, the opera house hosts a variety of other performances. To the people of Fontaine, the line between a trial and a performance can be a little blurred... And speaking of performances, I would be remiss to forgo this opportunity gifted by fate. Might I invite the three of you to see my performance?

Lynette: My brother's always excited to make new friends.

Paimon: Oh, sure. We don't really have anything to do now, and we wanted to go to the opera house anyway.

Y/n: *excited* Can we really go Aether?

Aether: *sighs* Fine

Lyney: Splendid! In that case, why don't we go together? I'll show you the way. I just have something to take care of first...

Y/n: Is there any way I can help?

Lyney: You really mean it? Then I'll take you up on your offer. This is a magical item known as a "Magic Pocket." Perhaps you can help me distribute them to the people here.

Paimon: Huh? What are they going to use it for?

Lyney: About that, hmm... You asked me before about the prophecy, right? Let me start by telling you a little more about what it entails. I'm not sure exactly when it began, but a prophecy has been circulating around Fontaine... It says that every person in Fontaine is born with "sin." No matter how the Nation of Justice holds trial after trial, this sin can not be absolved.

Y/n: "A sin that can't go away no matter how many times you're judged? How strange"

Lyney: Until one day, the water levels in Fontaine will rise, and the sinful people will slowly be drowned... In the end, the people will all be dissolved into the waters, and only the Hydro Archon will remain, weeping on her throne... Only then will the sins of the people of Fontaine be washed away.

Paimon: That sounds pretty gloomy... Why are people in Fontaine born with sin? What is that supposed to mean?

Lyney: There are lots of guesses... Some say that the ancestors of Fontaine stole the power of the seas and stirred its wrath. Others say that the people of Fontaine never heeded the first Hydro Archon's warnings and offended Celestia... But, here in Fontaine, evidence is what matters. There hasn't been concrete evidence for any of these claims, so they can only be regarded as conjecture.

Paimon: If even the people in Fontaine don't know what sin they committed, wouldn't it be better just to ignore the prophecy completely? Why bother feeling guilty all the time?

Lyney: That's exactly what the people did at first. But... in the last few years, the water levels in Fontaine have actually started rising.

Y/n: 'But now the water is engulfing our memories... It won't be long before it engulfs us.'

Lynette: Many places have already been completely submerged and now lie beneath the sea.

Lyney: Many people carry on with their lives as before and shrug it off as a "natural phenomenon," but my family and I think that the people of Fontaine shouldn't ignore the possibility, which would end up sentencing them to death. We hope that at least the people who reside near the waterfront can move away before it's too late, so we've started distributing Magic Pockets to them.

Aether: But how is this supposed to help them?

Lyney: As a magical item, these Magic Pockets have an astonishing capacity. I'm sure they will come in handy when people are moving their belongings.

Paimon: Oh, Paimon gets it! It's like preparing for a rainy day... but this is more than a bit of rain!

Y/n: If the prophecy is true... Then, is there no way to prevent the disaster?

Lyney: Hmm, perhaps only absolute power could ever contend with such a catastrophe. Hehe, but who knows? We're just tiny specks in the grand scheme of things. Now, if you'd like to help, then please give these Magic Pockets to anyone nearby. Be sure to convince them to take it, regardless of what they say.

After handing out the Magic Pockets

Lyney: Oh? You already handed out all of the Magic Pockets? That was fast. So, what did people have to say? I bet you heard some, ah, interesting opinions...

Aether: Many are quite stubborn.

Lyney: Yes, but that will change once disaster strikes. I know they'll change their minds, so it's only right to help them prepare.

Paimon: Is there anything else you need to do before we leave?

Lyney: Yes, one last thing. I have the Magic Pockets made by a workshop in the Court of Fontaine. Since we're out and about, I was thinking about bringing him some more materials.

Paimon: So you want to collect materials? Just tell us what the materials look like, and we'll help. Many hands make light work!

Lyney: Ah, that would be much appreciated. We'll need some Romaritime Flowers, I remember seeing them near the waterfront on the east side of the harbor.

After collecting the Romaritime Flowers

Lyney: You made quick work of that, I can tell you're an experienced traveler. I've also finished collecting a few here. Maybe next time you'll feel like helping too, Lynette.

Lynette: No way. I'm in power-saving mode today. Otherwise, I fear I may not have any energy left for the performance at the opera house.

Y/n: "Power-saving mode?"

Lyney: *sigh* Fine, though the performance is still a long way off. Now that we're finished here, we should get ready to head back to the Court of Fontaine.

Paimon: So we're going to the Court of Fontaine before we head to the opera house? Good, Paimon wants a tour of Fontaine's largest city and try—

Lyney: Wait... Shh! Have you noticed that person over there? The young girl...

Paimon: Huh? What's wrong with her? Paimon didn't notice anything.

Lyney: Heh, she's obviously a thief. Magicians and thieves practice similar methods. We divert attention, and a distracted audience is one that won't discover what you're really doing. Watch her movements carefully...

The young lady thinking that she wasn't seen pickpockets a sailor who was unaware of the action committed against him and quickly ran off

Paimon: Oh, he's right!

Lyney: Shh! Keep your voice down... We need to think of a way to catch her, but it seems she's very alert. Perhaps we should split up. You three can ride the lift over there and wait up top. I bet that'll be her escape route if she tries to run.

Y/n: Leave it to us.

Lyney: Alright, let's go.

At the top of the lift

Paimon: This is the spot where Lyney wanted us to wait. *spots the girl* Oh, look! Isn't that her!?

Aether: Get ready to stop her.

Paimon: Oh no, did she notice us? She started running the other direction! What should we do? Should we chase her?

Aether: Our job is to block this path. The rest is up to Lyney.

Paimon: Ah, you're right. She might also be trying to lure us away.

They waited, but there's no sign of the thief...

Paimon: Nothing's happened for a while now. Paimon wonders if Lyney caught the thief...

Aether: Seems there's no reason for us to stay here. Let's go find Lyney.

Paimon: Yeah, let's go.

After reuniting with Lyney

Lyney: Are you sure that's all she took? You should check to make sure you're not missing anything else.

Lectoure: No, that was all. I can't thank you enough, I didn't notice a thing earlier. Anyway, I should be going now. Thanks again. *leaves*

Paimon: Oh, were you returning what the thief had stolen?

Lyney: That's right, pity I wasn't able to catch her. She distracted me by dropping the things she stole on the ground. By the time I looked back, she was already gone.

Lynette: I saw the general direction she went, but Lyney twisted his ankle, and I needed to make sure he was okay.

Y/n: *worried* Did you get hurt, Lyney?

Lyney: I'll be alright. It's just a twisted ankle, that's all. In fact, it's feeling better already.

Lynette: If you want to play at being a hero, at least try not to get hurt doing it. Imagine what would happen if you managed to derail our performance as a result.

Lyney: Haha... You're right, you're right! Sorry, Lynette. *sigh* I have to admit, that thief was even more skilled than I had anticipated. But at least we were able to get the stolen items back, so it wasn't a complete failure.

Paimon: What a slippery little thief... Guess things turned out alright in the end, though. Lyney's initiative paid off!

Lyney: Alright, let's put this little detour behind us. We should go to the Court of Fontaine now.

Paimon: So we ride this thing to go into the city? What an ingenious way to get around... People in Fontaine really know how to use water.

Lyney: This is an "aquabus." It allows people to travel between several key locations around Fontaine. It's pretty convenient, but the ride can become a little dull after a while... the scenery is always the same. That's why it's better to travel with friends.

Lynette: So you mean it's still boring even when I'm riding with you?

Lyney: Ah, no, that's not what I meant. It's just that, uh... Well, you don't really talk that much. Besides, it doesn't really feel like a real trip when it's just the two of us. It's the same as being at home, haha.

Lynette: Whatever.

Paimon: Guess that's what it's like to be an older brother...

Lyney: Hehe, it's about time for us to leave. Let's get onboard.

The five board the aquabus, but just as it's about to pull out of the station, a running young woman boards just in time. She stops to catch her breath before noticing the other passengers.

Paimon: Huh!?

Charlotte: Whaaaat? Aether? Y/n? Paimon?

Paimon: Charlotte!

Y/n: It's Charlotte! *hugs her* How's it been?

Charlotte: *hugs her back* Everything's been going well, I never guessed I'd bump into you while riding the aquabus. In the story of my life, this is big news! What are you doing in Fontaine? I didn't hear anything about you paying us a visit.

Paimon: Yeah, it's quite the coincidence! But as travelers, we're always on the move. It's not surprising that nobody knew we were coming. Uh, though we still have no idea how the Hydro Archon knew about us... Oh! Let Paimon introduce you to our new friends!

Charlotte: Oh, no need for introductions, Paimon. I would recognize the Great Magician Lyney and his assistant Lynette anywhere. I wouldn't be much of a reporter if I didn't know who they were. It's a pleasure to meet you! I'm Charlotte, a reporter for The Steambird.

Lyney: Nice to meet you. From The Steambird, huh? We've often relied on your paper to promote our performances.

Lynette: It's an honor to meet you.

Paimon: Oh, now that everyone knows each other, Fontaine suddenly doesn't feel like such an unfamiliar place. So, what have you been up to lately, Charlotte? Any big news?

Charlotte: Not too much... when there isn't any breaking news, I mainly cover the trials at the opera house... You can still manage to keep readers' attention as long as you tell things from a clever enough angle, even if it's the same old topics. For example, reporting on how a scammer once deceived vulnerable girls into relationships, or how a financial criminal was once so poor that they ate a single piece of bread for five days...

Aether: That... would definitely get my attention. But that's not really the kind of news you're after.

Charlotte: *sigh* You're right. It seems you know me pretty well. What I'm really after is exclusive, sensational news pieces that could shake the country. These smaller stories are a waste of my talents. Oh, I just remembered... I've been following a case lately... well, a series of cases, actually...

Lynette: You mean the "serial disappearances of young women" case?

Charlotte: That's right. These stories are the talk of the town right now, and it's probably the most mysterious case we've ever seen. If I'm the first with a draft ready to publish when the case is finally cracked, and it's the headline story in The Steambird... When that happens, I bet all the other reporters will shed tears of envy. I've already gathered all kinds of materials, I just can't wait for the truth to be revealed.

Paimon: So what is the "serial disappearances of young women" case? You mean the culprit hasn't been found?

Charlotte: That's right. The first missing girl case happened almost twenty years ago. And ever since, after a period of time, another girl disappears. What the cases have in common is that the girls are all of a similar age and that they've all vanished without a trace.

Y/n: Creepy

Charlotte: I know, right!? But the scariest part is that to this day, none of the girls have ever been found. Many suspects have been arrested over the years in connection with this case. But shortly after each arrest, another disappearance would always happen.

Aether: Then there must be more than one criminal at work. Maybe there are copycat criminals?

Charlotte: Yes, it's possible. Either way, I believe that every case has some precise truth behind it, waiting to be exposed.

Lyney: Yes, I agree. And at the very least, the families of those missing girls deserve some sort of explanation. I just imagined for a second what I would do if Lynette were to suddenly disappear... I'd pay any price to get her back and then find a way to track down the culprit.

Lynette: Please don't imagine that, Lyney.

They continued talking on the aquabus, and before they knew it, they arrived at their destination.

Paimon: Hmm? Hey, we're almost there. Look!

Charlotte: Well, I really enjoyed chatting with you. Life should be full of pleasant little surprises like this.

Paimon: Yeah, us as well! The ride went by too quickly.

Charlotte: Ah! I have an interview to get to. I should get going before I'm late.

Paimon: Okay, Paimon hopes we can chat again soon, Charlotte. See ya!

Charlotte: Hehe, bye now. Be sure to stop by and see me at The Steambird when you have time! *leaves*

Paimon: What a tough job... always running around and interviewing everyone. Well, where should we go now?

Lyney: If you don't mind, how about we stop by my home first? Besides, I still have all the materials we collected.

Paimon: Sure, we wouldn't mind at all. This city is so huge, Paimon wouldn't know where to start anyway.

The five walk out of the ground floor of the aquabus station, arriving at the fountain in the Court of Fontaine: Vasari Passage.

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