#slight violence

[dogeinkk]

TW/ Blo0d and violence

I fucking beg you... PLEASE DON'T RUIN THIS ONE!

if this fandom falls over so god damn fast, not only gooseworx will make it bad on purpose (cuz they warned us it would be like that) i really enjoyed this pilot and i really want it to become a series so pretty please be a nice and healthy fandom for the love of god

[zaceouiswriting]

The little brother

Character: Reggie Mantle and Male Reader older brother

Universe: Riverdale

Warnings: Just a little violence

Why did you have to agree to this? Why did you let your parents drag you into something like this? Why couldn't you just stay in Cambridge where your parents couldn't reach you? But no, you had to crawl back as soon as they called. Your father knew full well that you still sought his approval after all these years, and he pulled on your heartstrings until you agreed to return to their home and look after your brother for a few weeks. Because he apparently wasn't doing well at school.

But nothing was as it seemed. When you entered the house you called your childhood home, there was not the little boy who always wanted to be near you, but a moody teenager, almost of age, lying half naked on the couch, showing off his perfectly sculpted upper body.

The moment Reggie saw you, his face contorted with anger.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" he asked with a harsh tone, very different from the loving voice he had used towards you as a child.

Already done with this shit, you drop your bags to the floor still at the front door. Eye rolling, you closed the door behind you and went to your lazily sitting brother.

“Our parents thought it would be good for me to come here and look after you while they are away. They hope I can jog your walnut-sized brain.”

Your brother mocked you dismissively. After which, he stood up from the couch and walked towards you. The two of you were at the same level, staring into each other's eyes. He became noticeably taller, and you couldn't miss how wide he was getting. Football seemed to be good for him. You never liked team sports, mostly because you were a cowardly child who hated exercise.

Reggie suddenly tried to push you, but you stood your ground, your eyes glowing fiery. You, too, have become stronger thanks to the gym.

“Oh, I see. You’re trying to mark your territory like a dog? Or do you want to test who the man in the house is?” you asked him, grinning widely as his face turned into hatred.

You could see the movement of his arms before he even tried to hit you. You duck away with ease, only to give him an uppercut. He flew onto the couch. But somehow, he quickly got back on his feet. In the meantime, you got yourself into position, already prepared for your stubborn brother to jump back to his feet.

“Trust me, baby brother, this won’t be a good idea.”

You tried to get him to stop his stupid behavior you really tried, but he didn't listen. He thoughtlessly tried to attack you again, but you knocked him down even faster than before. You weren't the best boxer, but you learned quickly.

With just two hits, you knocked out Reggie. Looking down at your brother, you could only sigh. Was he always so hateful? Or is he still angry that you up and left when you were sixteen?

Your brother was obviously an early bloomer. He was already goddamn handsome. It took you years to get anywhere close to it. If you were honest, you were pretty jealous of it. You were almost twenty-three, and your little shitter of a brother was barely seventeen, and yet he looked just as good as you. Maybe a few more hits could help?

Before you could demolish his face out of jealous reflex with your fists, you shook yourself out of these thoughts. Instead, you placed one arm under his upper back and one under his legs. With some effort, you lifted your brother into your arms.

“Shit, you’re heavy,” you said through gritted teeth.

Carrying your brother upstairs to his bedroom, you carefully lay him down on his soft bed, breathing a sigh of relief as his weight was lifted from your arms. Even after years of training in the gym, you couldn't have carried him any longer than this.

You gently put the blanket over him and check his pulse to be on the safe side. Feeling like everything was fine, you looked around.

With a growing headache, you knew you couldn't leave his room in this chaos. He was such a clean freak as a kid, but now he's grown into what you were as a teenager: a hurricane.

You took out hidden fast food rappers, something your parents wouldn't allow their star athlete son to eat. Some dishes that could almost walk, and of course clothes. His room smelled like a high school locker room. You didn't mind the smell since gyms don't smell much different, but it unsettled you inside. For just a second, a fleeting moment, you imagined your brother in an inappropriate way that shocked you to your core. You never thought you would think of your brother like this. To be fair, the asshole has grown into one hell of an attractive guy.

After you cleaned his room in record time, you stared at his sleeping silhouette for just a moment. He still looked as sweet as ever. You walked close to him. As you stood in front of him, you gently brushed some strands of hair out of his face and placed a tender kiss on his forehead. A bedtime ritual you had when you were both younger.

“Sleep well, little shit,” you murmured against his head with a big smile, hoping he wouldn't remember anything the next day.

As you moved away from him towards the door, a sudden grab on your arm turned you around, only to be pulled into someone, your brother. In his sleep, he somehow managed to grab you and pull you into him. As you lay on his bed, he immediately laid his head on your chest, wrapped both arms around you and one leg as if you were a big pillow, and just slept.

Initially, you were stunned by the situation but soon found it amusing, to the point where you almost busted out laughing. However, you managed to stop yourself just in time. Instead, you placed your right hand on your brother's head and gently stroked it. You knew Reggie was a deep sleeper, and it was unlikely that he would wake up anytime soon. So, you prepared yourself for a long day ahead of you.

[Masterlist]

[cielcreations]

SCP-C4N46Y

Inspiration from Junji Ito and his horror manga called Tomie.

Item #: SCP-C4N46Y

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-C4N46Y is to be contained in a room no less than five (5) meters by five (5) meters and given adequate room to move. Proper bedding, attire, bathroom, and medical facilities are to be maintained and accessible to SCP-C4N46Y at all times. Books, board games, and video games are to be provided and rotated every three (3) months. SCP-C4N46Y is permitted to have a laptop and phone with internet access, so long as no video or pictures are taken or shared online. Food should be provided three (3) times daily, with three (3) snacks if requested. SCP-C4N46Y may also request different items, but approval of said items must go through the site director.

No physical contact is to be made with SCP-C4N46Y whatsoever. Any objects given to personnel by SCP-C4N46Y may be removed, but must be given to quarantine for examination. No more than three (3) personnel may be present in the room at any given time. All personnel must be removed from SCP-C4N46Y's containment chamber within fifteen (15) minutes of entering.

Any personnel who begin to act erratically, scream, or attempt to grab SCP-C4N46Y are to be removed and terminated. No sharp objects or firearms are allowed in SCP-C4N46Y's containment room. Any personnel who remains in the containment chamber longer than fifteen (15) minutes must immediately be quarantined for a minimum of one (1) week. If personnel express any sort of desire to hurt SCP-C4N46Y in any way are to be immediately terminated. If personnel expresses they are feeling better, they are to monitored/shadowed for one (1) week more. If they then express their desire to see SCP-C4N46Y, they are to be quarantined again. If the personnel returns to normal, they may continue work without monitoring, otherwise if they express to hurt SCP-C4N46Y at any point, they are to be immediately terminated.

Description: SCP-C4N46Y appears to be a twenty four (24) year old Caucasian man of British decent, approximately one point nine (1.9) meters in height. He has dirty blonde hair and blue eyes and wears the wardrobe provided by the foundation. He doesn't seem to have a preference in clothing, expressing that he likes all clothes, especially "comfortable clothing". He has a generally pleasant personality and rarely gets upset, becoming anxious only in the presence of groups of people. [ See Addendum SCP-C4N46Y-1 ]

Any and all humans over the age of eighteen (18) who stay in SCP-C4N46Y's presence for more than fifteen (15) minutes will start to become obsessed with SCP-C4N46Y. They will express their feelings of love and adoration, but also express possessive behavior and thoughts. Subjects afflicted will more often than not express how SCP-C4N46Y is "theirs" and how "they must keep him". Those afflicted will become increasingly more irrational, paranoid, and homicidal. All of these feelings will be directed at SCP-C4N46Y.

The overwhelming urge will eventually take over and afflicted subjects will take out their homicidal tendencies on SCP-C4N46Y in any way possible, more often than not by stabbing and later cutting him into pieces. Once SCP-C4N46Y "dies", the subject will then be overcome with grief and depression. They will then suffer either a massive heart attack or seizure, dying one (1) minute after "killing" SCP-C4N46Y.

After the afflicted subject has died, SCP-C4N46Y will then regenerate, no matter how severe the damage may be. Once SCP-C4N46Y is fully regenerated, he will then go back to normal. SCP-C4N46Y is aware of these effects, and either chooses to ignore the subjects affected or simply responds apathetically with "They deserve it for killing me in such a brutal way."

Addendum SCP-C4N46Y-1: SCP-C4N46Y seems to have a lot more influence than first let on. When ten (10) D-Class personnel were put in the room, SCP-C4N46Y didn't appear to get anxious. SCP-C4N46Y changed into a dress the foundation provided before sitting on the bed, smiling and offering the D-Class personnel to sit around him. Unfortunately, the microphones could not pick up what SCP-C4N46Y was telling the D-Class personnel, but they were entranced by whatever he was saying.

When security entered the room to escort the D-Class outside, SCP-C4N46Y snapped his fingers. The D-Class personnel immediately attacked security. They managed to kill the two (2) security guards before then turning on each other. The last D-Class personnel alive then turned to SCP-C4N46Y, who had remained on his bed with a small smirk. The man then strangled SCP-C4N46Y before dying himself. When regenerated, SCP-C4N46Y sat in his bed for a moment before walking to the bathroom, saying a single sentence.

SCP-C4N46Y: Did you enjoy that, Watcher?

When questioned who this "Watcher" is, SCP-C4N46Y merely smiled.

[j-nor]

I wish the floor was made of glass so it would cut me when I stomp on it

[themadauthorshatter]

I had a dream I was at some kind of event and I beat up Sssniperwolf. We got into a slap fight, but then I started punching her and she backed down and walked away crying

Genuinely one of the more satisfying dreams I've had in a while

[killingthewrongpartsofme]

“We’re connected by the red string of fate” And? You think I give a fuck? I’ll grab a pair of scissor right now. Destiny has nothing on the amount of spite I have. I’d rather cut off my hand than be tied to you

[irmimimi]

Friendship 🧸🪅

Most lonely kids have imaginary friends and I was one of them. It's just that she was quite dangerous for a little kid like me. Oddly enough, there were times that I was having nightmares because of that creep.

Or whatever it is...

I can't lie, she was nice most of the time. She would come through the window to see me, then later she begun to live inside my head and soon she would follow me almost everywhere. I could catch glimpses of her, illusions of deranged looking creatures spying on me.

She was the only friend I had growing up and ai would occasionally count her in on everything. My parents got mad at me because they got freaked out with my behavior. It was all too real... She told me that 'they couldn't see or hear her so they didn't have to know'

There was a kid in school that made fun of my teeth one day. I run home crying but my parents were busy. She was there, waiting.

She quickly left and told me she had responsibilities to care of, she gave me a sweet and told me that she'd put him to sleep . Useless to say I never saw that kid again.

My parents saw a small injury i had and asked about it. I told them it happened when i was playing with Irmi by accident, reasonably they didn't believe me. My father screamed and screamed at me that she didn't exist. And I started to believe it. I didn't have any proof that she ever existed...

After that, I hadn't seen her for almost a week. Until.. one night. She broke into my room. She was so messy and looked somehow even more tired than she usually did. And also, her clothes were covered with faint red paint or something. But despite that, she was smiling.

She told me that she would take my father to accompany the other kid. "They should rest" that's what she said

To be honest, she wasn't the same ever since. She would make me play a game I didn't want... that included knives and razors. She hurt me...

I didn't tell anyone! They wouldn't believe me. My dad died in a car crash , she took him with her just like she had promised. Maybe she knows better.

But if she is actually my friend then why did she hurt me? She threatens to take my mom away too now.

I don't really wanna play her weird game anymore.

E.c.s.a

[rockingbytheseaside]

✦ When someone tries to imitate you or take your place 

Pierro, Capitano, Dottore, Pantalone 

(tw: general mentions of violence and intimacy, swf. Old ask suggested by the lovely @pandaquick, better late than never)

Your position in the Fatui is a much more personal and delicate matter. You are not just some high-rank advisor or soldier idling within the Zapolyarny Palace, nor can you be defined as another Fatuus. You are someone of a different echelon - a Harbinger’s beloved, safeguarded with the utmost honor conferred by Her Majesty the Tsaritsa. It is no secret your significant other would utilize a whole army to protect you, but what happens when someone, in their foolishness, forgets that?

✧ Pierro was the first to notice that someone tried to imitate you. An individual of high status endeavored to emulate your work and areas of expertise. Subsequently, this individual began to adopt aspects of your appearance, from hairstyle to clothing. However, the breaking point occurred when this foolish person attempted to purchase an identical jewelry brooch to the one you frequently wore. It was a similar piece, one gifted to you by Pierro.

Except that imitator missed one important clue - Pierro orders you custom-made silver adorned with deep-cut sapphires that would put the Tsaritsa’s crown into shame. A one of a kind piece.

This cheap attempt to imitate you and usurp your spot was what forced The Jester to abandon his silent observation. His gaze has long caught the envious glances directed towards you whenever you accompanied him on meetings, whenever he linked his arm with yours, whenever he generously kneeled beside you to put his coat over your shoulder and keep you warm from Snezhnaya’s cold - the same individual, always seething with resentment. Thus, it was time for the Director to silently act. 

He kept tabs on this person via a network of spies, gathering intel on their behavior and intentions. And with the most skilled spies raised from the House of the Hearth, it didn't take long to have a whole pile of evidence right on his desk. And with the simple snap of his fingers, he effortlessly orchestrated the apprehension and subsequent banishment of the culprit, sparing no unnecessary words. Hearsay will not be tolerated in the Fatui, but to see some lowly scum tarnish your reputation by cheap mimicry then it’ll be his responsibility to weed out. 

“Pierro, dearest, What's wrong? You seem so deep in thought.” - Your gentle murmur broke The Jester's train of thought. As he lay in bed, your head resting on his chest and his arm draped over you, he reminded himself that he was in the comfort of your love. He doesn't have to mull over the bloodied ordinances when he feels the warmth of your skin underneath the covers.

“Apologies, my divine. It seems my mind was drifting to troubling thoughts. But it no longer matters when you're here.” - Thus, he gently planted a kiss on your forehead and tucked the covers around your body which harbored marks of his devotion earlier that night.

✧ Il Capitano clutched the hilt of his sword in resolution. Something was wrong and he could see it. The Harbinger was in the middle of his morning spar with you, a regular training session where you and the Captain warm up as a routine. He stood in a defensive stance, his movements fluid yet measured as his sword received blow after blow from your weapon. You, on the other hand, moved like a silent tempest, your strikes precise yet frustratingly urgent.

It was unlike you to be so unsteady, noted Capitano to himself, especially when fighting. Despite the unspoken patience, an undercurrent of concealed despondency and anger laced your body language. 

“Alright, my dear, I can feel your unease. What troubles your heart?” 

You shook your head, panting as you almost faltered. You insisted on continuing the training session, but it was clear your brave facade was almost crumbling. 

“It would be foolish to continue. And I care about your well-being. Please, confide in me, my beloved.”

You tried, you really did. But before you know it, your lips pursed into a thin line and a flood of tears escaped the moment you shakily lowered your weapon. Now the Captain was on full alert, rushing towards you and gently supporting you before you could hide your tearful face in shame. With an arm around your trembling form and much persuasion - you relented and shared the source of your frustration. A newly enlisted soldier had undergone thorough training under the tutelage of Il Capitano, and their impressive advancement was unmistakably evident in their unwavering dedication. However, this individual began to devote more time to the Captain, delving into military intelligence and climbing the ranks. You genuinely felt joy for the new recruit, truly. Yet in timid humiliation, you had to confess you felt obsolete as if your power alone wasn’t enough for a harbinger of his caliber and ranks.

“Ah, my dear, you are far from weak. My time with the trainees is merely a duty, a part of my job as the 1st Harbinger. But when it comes to you, my dear, your might and wisdom are incomparable. You don’t deserve my ranks, you deserve my life laid before you.”

But whatever gentle words of affection were coming out of the Captain, your next words of truth made him halt at once. “... At least, that’s what the recruit told me when we spoke. That I'm weak.” 

“...What did you say?” 

The gentle armored hand on your shoulder now tightened in restrained anger, fury flaring within his chest. Capitano now understood: your tears, your sudden insecurity, your doubt, your silence… It wasn’t coincidental. This recruit who was so conveniently rising in the ranks made sure to aim not just for the Harbinger. Specifically, you; to sow self-doubt onto you and hinder your precious relationship. Someone was deliberately bullying you.

You looked up at Capitano’s dreadful silence, asking him what was wrong.

“It… seems, my dear, someone has crossed an unforgivable line. One that would cost them their life dearly. And I am to blame for not noticing when harm and doubt came your way. I must amend this transgression for your forgiveness.”

You blinked in response, not having time to comprehend the severity of his words; It’s hard to respond when your beloved suddenly kneels and bows like a knight on duty. In the end, Capitano ushered you to take a day off and let your mind rest easy.

The next day, Capitano returned home early but was eerily silent once more. He stayed with you the whole day, like a hawk overlooking his nest, his arms crossed but his touch gentle. Although he claimed nothing was wrong, you received news that certain recruits were gone, and any upcoming soldiers that would come into his care would receive even stricter training from now on. That day, you wondered why some Fatui soldiers feared talking to you. Not to mention the armor around Capitano’s knuckles seemed faintly red-tinted.

The Fatui organization was a constant battle of powers and ranks. But to climb the ladder and meddle with the life of The Captain was a personal offense, one that would result in quick and unapologetic bloodshed. Nevertheless, he made sure to remind his soldiers about that. 

✧ When one of the folks working under Il Dottore as a lab analyst approached you, you didn’t expect them to call you names so suddenly. You stood there, confused and apprehensive at the sudden barrage of insults from the stranger. But they explained:

“You don’t do anything when helping during research, you know! I don’t even know how The 2nd tolerates you when you’re this useless. I’ll tell you what, quit your special-treatment act, and don’t come back to the lab. The Doctor is better off with someone of his level of intellect.”

You didn’t fight or defend yourself, you didn’t even insult the assistant. Instead, you smiled simply  - “Very well, I won’t. Good luck.”

That day, you turned and left. The frustrated lab analyst was left in confusion but thought they succeeded in eliminating the only obstacle left to get closer to the elusive yet powerful Harbinger. After all, what the hell do you even do at his lab? You exchange a few words with Dottore, maybe sporadically point at what to do, and remain seated in the back, resting as if you were the Tsaritsa herself. The audacity. How come Il Dottore never kicked you out?

Well, it didn't take long for this person to find out.

The next day, naturally, Dottore couldn’t find you when he proceeded with work. You were neither at his study, nor at the lab, nor at your favorite corner of the library. It was barely noon, and receiving your warm greetings was his routine. And the Doctor always follows the agenda.

“Where are they?” 

His question was brief but pointed, and his subordinates knew exactly who he was referring to. They could sense the tension in his voice. The only individual privy to the reason for your absence smirked smugly and responded.

“Hmph. It seems they decided not to come, Lord Harbinger Dottore.”

That was their first mistake because The Doctor caught on to the haughty smirk coming from his new analyst.

“And you know so certainly how?” - he quickly gestured to a nearby Fatui servant with a flick of his wrist. “Send in servants to check in on my behalf. I wasn’t informed. If my darling is feeling tired or unwell, bring their preferred refreshment immediately, and ensure it is warm.”

However, this displeased the new lab assistant, as even while you were away, Dottore was still dotting on you as if it was his second nature to do so while he was busy with work. Thus, they cleared their throat and spoke up:

“They… barely accomplished anything in your presence, doctor. So I advised them to leave, to which they agreed. Pretty straightforward, s-sir.” 

“Oh? Did you, now” - A burning rage, like never before, flared up within Il Dottore. With clenched teeth and a rigid jaw, his voice oozed with venom. But any seasoned lackey working under Dottore knew that this was the calm before the storm. Because soon, an echo of shattering vials and slammed objects would ring out from the laboratory. And in your absence, nothing would prevent the doctor from showing a bit of despotism. 

Much later that evening, after everything was set and done, the servants informed him of your whereabouts. Il Dottore briskly made his way through the Zapolyarny Palace to find you. Spotting you tucked away in a secluded nook of the palace, he hastened over, anxious to ensure your well-being, fearing you might’ve withdrawn due to the influence of some blabbering lowlife. 

“Dear! There you are… No one has the right to speak to you like that ever. Are you alright? My dearest, why did you not tell me immediately?! I would’ve-”

Dottore’s frustrated rambles come to a halt when you place a finger on his lips to shush him. You didn’t look despaired, in fact, you looked calm - “Zandik? Did you have another tantrum in your lab while I was absent?”

The doctor gulped, remembering his place. Calming his senses, he placed his hands on your waist and ushered you closer to his arms.

“... Perhaps. But I had to. How could I be certain that no one had harmed you? Why did you comply with that impudent fool? You should’ve gone to me first.”

“Well, it was unpleasant to hear the insults, sure. But…" - you glanced apologetically and a knowing smile returned to your lips. "I knew you'd find out and deal with the issue very quickly." 

✧ You and Pantalone were an odd couple. You didn't hail from a rich background, nor were you well-versed in the art of business and finance. You were more proficient in adventuring, your travels taking you to all sorts of journeys and commissions, a polar opposite from your beloved Pantalone. This led to raised eyebrows among the aristocrats of Snezhnaya. How can the richest man of Teyvat, who lives and works in prestige, be associated with such a simple person as you? For some, this gave the impression that they had a better chance of winning him over.

Thus, once upon a night, Pantalone was invited to a luxurious soirée. Here he was, clad in his finest suit, silver rings complementing his equally expensive optics. But to the Regrator, the jewelry adorning him was the least of his concerns - because you were the most precious gem in this gala. You accompanied him, although reluctantly, feeling out of place amidst the grand assembly of extravagant guests and the languid orchestra.

“Pantalone, do we have to…? I know you said this is not a business party, but there are so many guests already lining up to talk to you.” 

“Oh do not fret, my sweet. Evening galas like these are where the real negotiation and connections entail. But I know the details bore you, so I promise we won't stick here for too long. Besides, I get to introduce you as my one and only!”

That's exactly what you were afraid of. As a company of some esteemed noble ladies adorning elegant gowns, you had difficulties matching Pantalone’s polite smile. Overwhelmed by the scrutinizing gazes of some guests, you politely excused yourself to the bathroom. Pantalone was concerned, thinking of following you, but that was exactly what the guests wanted. 

You spent a long while by the hallway alone, trying to stabilize your breathing. The muttering of guests enjoying drinks and strolling was faint, but you could hear some people nearby:

“How can the 9th be with someone like them…? Surely it’s a joke.”

“A charming, rich man like him, and he can have anyone he desires. Yet he wastes his time on a simpleton?”

“Someone was definitely in it for the Mora, maybe he hasn’t seen real class. Quick, let’s go talk to him while he is alone.”

You stood with your back to a wall, and for the first time, uncertainty crept in. With fists clenched by your side, you reprimanded yourself that you are not alone. You came here with your significant other - and he, above all else, knows that gossip has no place in your shared private life. Hence, gathering up your courage, you raise your head high and strode back into the gala.

Pantalone, unfortunately yet expectedly, was surrounded by the same foul-mouthed nobles who wished to impress him. They prattled on about his financial success, while ladies fanned their folding fans and stood too close for his comfort. While they humored him, The Regrator cast hurried glances around the gala in search of you. Where are you?

“Lord Harbinger, may we offer you more champagne? I am sure this expensive bottle is up to your taste.”

The 9th attempted to hide his frown at the woman's tone, his stomach unwilling to ingest any drink some excessively elaborate name. “No thank you, I’d rather decline. I am waiting for my dear. I promised her a dance later this evening.”

“Oh, please sir, I insist. The night is young and there is plenty more for-” 

Before the woman could continue, your voice cut through the air; calm, yet unmistakably firm. “He said no. Simple enough to understand.”  

A hush fell over the gathered guests, the weight of your words settling like a sudden gust. Only Pantalone beamed with a genuine smile. “Ah, dear! There you are,”. The Harbinger was about to step back towards you, when the same lady suddenly blocked his path, her back facing him while her tone edged with defiance.

“I beg your pardon, but I’m afraid the question is directed towards Lord Harbinger Pantalone. I am sure you wouldn't know the pleasure of tasting a 500,000 Mora champagne from Fontaine.”

You recognized the snark in her tone directed towards you, and you couldn’t deny the anxiety twisting in your gut as eyes narrowed in your direction. However, with a shake of your head, you reminded yourself who you truly are and simply said: “Sheesh, lady, you spend that much on a drink that tastes worse than sparkling water? To each their own, I presume”

Her smile vanished. The guests stared in stunned silence, but it was Pantalone’s genuine laughter that pierced the tension. The sound was rich and real—because only he knew how adept you were at humbling an overconfident aristocrat with a dose of blunt truth. That’s how Pantalone managed to push through the crowd and circle his arm back around your waist, leaving the astonished onlookers behind.

“Ah dear, you’re a savior. I apologize I dragged us into this unpleasant company…” - he confined to you apologetically as you two walked away. “You always knew how to be sincere in your honest way.”

“It’s not like I meant to pick up a fight…" - you sighed. "I simply couldn't bear the humiliation, Pantalone. I'm aware that some people give me strange looks when I'm with you. They regard me as if I'm some peasant standing next to a powerful Fatui harbinger. That I'm nothing. That's why I couldn’t just hide, I had to step up to defend myself.”

“Oh, darling… My sweet, precious darling.” - The two of you left the manor that hosted the soiree, the chill night breeze muting the faint sound of guests and replacing it with a symphony of cricket noise from the garden nearby. Pantalone's fingers intertwined with yours.

"You are not just 'nothing' - you're my everything. You did not come from riches, and neither did I. You of all people know that. Would I really hold respect for some rich fool who didn't know an ounce of hardship when Mora was all they had since birth? No, dear, I wouldn't."

With a tender hand, he rested his palm on your waist, gently guiding you along the cobblestone path as if leading you into a slow waltz by garden roses in the night.

"Besides, you should never be ashamed to seek out my help. Although I must admit... Your tone earlier - oh my. Use it on me more often, darling. I wouldn't mind." 

[arsonisticonryo]

My beautiful, very violent girl, Permafrost

[feysandfeels]

No but in all seriousness Kaz Brekker is peak romance. He bought her a ship and found her parents murdered the guy who almost killed her and ensured she would never be owned like she had been.. all while respecting her freedom, holding her as an equal, supporting her dreams, valuing her. GETTING NERVOUS BEFORE MEETING HER PARENTS? THE YEARNING?! THE I WOULD HAVE COME TO YOU EVEN IF I HAD TO CRAWL? Like truly peak peak romance from the Bastar of the Barrel.

[azlrse]

➳ unintentionally (a boothill x gn!spouse!reader oneshot)

cw: major angst w/ open ending, reader has a bruise (unintentionally) from their ranger husband, accidental slap (also unintentional), established relationship, married au, lots of apologies and crying present here, ooc boothill (first time writing for him)

a/n: alright, as soon as i saw boothill for the first time, I was like "bet lemme write something for him". he's gonna be ooc cause 1. i didn't play the game yet (cries incompatible tablet) and 2. i am still learning the roots of this game's lore (and him once he's released) lol

!! fic contains sensitive topic, steer clear if this fic ain't your piece of cake !!

"darlin'?" a voice called out in the side of the storage room. "please come out, i-i didn't mean to hit you and im really sorry.." your husband called out for you softly to avoid scaring you further. his constant knocking and coercing you to come out lasted for 5 minutes, making you curl up further within the corner of the walls. "leave me alone.." you meekly spoke, voice still hoarse from your earlier cries as you held your bruised, swollen face.

his constant knocking just faded away as you sobbed, using your free hand to wipe away your snot and tears dripping from your face. if you just steer clear from him and not pestering him because of his anger, you wouldn't be hit and to be screamed by boothil to just leave him alone. you knew that your husband is like a dynamite, ready to explode at any moment due to his occupation. boothill assures you that he will never lay a hand on you, even when the both of you are either arguing or disagreeing over something that's simple and stupid.

but this day, he broke that one promise that kept you safe since the day he asked you out. just because of his anger towards that one outlaw who's on the run for weeks. almost captured but alas, his luck ran out once again as the prisoner kept on taunting him that he will never be caught by him.

boothill, on the other side of the door, won't give up as he waits for you to open the door and letting him treat your bruised lip and swollen cheek. he knows that it's not an excuse for him to let out such anger towards his spouse. guilt kept on creeping through his system, hearing you sobbing telling him to just leave you alone. "im sorry, sugar.." he sadly spoke, reluctantly returning to the sleeping quarters that the both of you shared.

at around 4:30 am, he quietly opens the door of the storage room and looks around to see if you are sleeping soundly; tear stains on your face, a bruised and swollen cheek, and using a rolled towel as your pillow. his heart shattered what he has done to you and knew that he doesn't deserve your forgiveness. he feared that there will be a day that you would leave him all by himself, all because of how he acted towards his own emotions and anger.

boothil scooped you into his arms as your head leaned towards his warm body. he knew that you liked it when you huddled close towards his chest as he placed a chaste kiss on your head. placing you on the shared bed, he cleans your bruises and places an ice pack on the side of you. he stared at your sleeping face for sometime before he murmurs soft apologies to you, even promising that he will never do again.

the soft light from the curtains woke you up from your sleeping slumber after the ordeal last night. 'strange..' you thought to yourself as you saw the ceiling of the bedroom you shared with your husband, not the plain white ceiling from the storage room where you seek safety during your husband's anger episode. you placed a hand on your bruised cheek and felt a small gauze on top of it and a bit of cold from the ice pack he placed on the side of your face last night.

you tried to get off the bed but felt a robotic arm wrapped around your waist. "no, no..." boothill softly murmurs. "five more minutes sugar, needin' you here right now.." a wave of anxiousness just came rushing towards you as you saw your husband on the bed with you, snuggling as he finally woke up from his sleep; his cropped jacket is gone and only had a pair of short as his sleeping attire, his hair smells like newly lit cigarettes from his trip to the saloon yesterday.

if you aren't anxious, you would be flustered of his appearance.

"mornin' sugar.." he softly spoke as he leans in to give you a kiss. afraid, you quickly jumped off the bed and quickly make a beeline for the storage room once again. "w-wait!" his quick reflexes caught your arm. "don't leave me, let's talk it here my love. I know what I did is unacceptable and I'm really sorry for hitting you." Silence looms within the bedroom as you eyes avoided his. "Please.." He pleaded, his eyes soften as guilt crept on his back.

it's up to you to decide of you should stay for him or choosing your own peace...

a/n: not my best work but hopefully you guys liked my take on boothill (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)♡

Do not republish, edit, or repost to other websites. Reblogs and likes are appreciated! ��

[cielcreations]

SCP-L177L3W00D

Item #: SCP-L177L3W00D

Site: L1F3

Object Class: Safe Euclid [ See Addendum SCP-L177L3W00D-3 ]

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-L177L3W00D is to be contained in a room no less than six (6) meters by six (6) meters. Food should be provided three (3) times daily, with three (3) snacks if requested. SCP-L177L3W00D will sometimes request items to "fulfill his king's demands." Requests are to be approved by Site Directors.

List of Approved Requested Items: [ DATA EXPUNGED ]

List of Denied Requested Items: [ DATA EXPUNGED ]

Addendum SCP-L177L3W00D-1: As of 20XX/10/31, no requests from SCP-L177L3W00D shall be fulfilled. Anyone attempting to do so will be terminated.

If SCP-L177L3W00D is in a rage state, no one is to enter the room. No matter what he screams or demands, ignore him. SCP-L177L3W00D will not be harmed, even if he says so. No one is to attempt to fight or sedate him. It is best to just wait it out until his rage subsides.

Description: SCP-L177L3W00D is a thirty (30) year old Caucasian man of British descent, approximately one point six (1.6) meters in height. He has blonde hair that he holds back with a red headband with blue eyes. He wears a black shirt with a red corset vest over it, black jeans, black boots, with a black cape that has a red trim as well as a red hand on the back of it. He always has an axe strapped to his back, never pulling it out. that he pulls out in his rage state.

He is usually very pleasant, very kind and quick witted. He is always joking with staff members, smiling and laughing with them. However, we cannot be sure if this is his true self or merely a manipulation of his. With his unpredictability, his rage state, and other accidents, we cannot trust him

Addendum SCP-L177L3W00D-2: SCP-L177L3W00D's classification has changed to Euclid upon O5 Command. After what happened on 20XX/10/31, it is clear SCP-L177L3W00D has what we now call a "rage state." He is extremely hostile and dangerous in this state and, because of the unpredictability of these states, no more interviews are to be conducted. No requests are to be fulfilled. As little time as possible is to be spent in his containment chambers.

[ Interview Logs ]

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Date: 20XX/10/25

Interviewer: Dr. Rodgers

Interviewee: SCP-L177L3W00D

[ BEGIN LOG ]

SCP-L177L3W00D: Ayup, Doctor.

Dr. Rodgers: I- Pardon?

SCP-L177L3W00D: Never heard that before? [Joking] Judging from your accent, you're a filthy American. [Chuckles] I kid, of course. I'm just saying hi, seeing as I'm suddenly being held in your building for no reason.

Dr. Rodgers: It is for a reason. The foundation is quite interested in your abilities-

SCP-L177L3W00D: Ah, I'm sorry, Doctor, but I don't offer my services to others.

Dr. Rodgers: N-No, no, sir, don't worry. I, nor the foundation, is asking for you to use your abilities for us. We just wish to know more about them.

SCP-L177L3W00D: Well, good. My service is only for my king.

Dr. Rodgers: Your king? May I ask who that is?

SCP-L177L3W00D: All you need to know is he goes by the Red King. You don't want to know his name. [Pauses] Those who hear his name are bound to die.

Dr. Rodgers: By whom?

SCP-L177L3W00D: Well, I am the Red King's Hand. He orders me to kill, I do so. If he ordered me to offer my life, I would. I am but a loyal and humble servant to my great king.

Dr. Rodgers: I see. Should we be worried about whether or not you are going to hurt the foundation members?

SCP-L177L3W00D: [Pauses] I don't think so. No offense, but you all are extremely weak. It'd be a waste of my time and energy to get rid of you, and my king knows that. He probably finds it amusing that you all believe you've caught me. [Chuckles] But, he hasn't ordered me to leave yet. So, I will play along for now. It's kinda nice to have a break!

Dr. Rodgers: You think you could just leave.

SCP-L177L3W00D: [Laughs] Oh, Doctor Rodgers, I know I could just leave if my king ordered me to do so.

Dr. Rodgers: How did you-

SCP-L177L3W00D: [Smirks] Oh, was that suppose to be a secret? [Chuckles] My bad. Well, my king has ordered me to say no more, so this interview is done. Off you go!

Note: Dr. Rodgers continued to try to ask questions, but SCP-L177L3W00D remained silent.

[ END LOG ]

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Date: 20XX/10/28

Interviewer: Dr. Rodgers

Interviewee: SCP-L177L3W00D

[ BEGIN LOG ]

Dr. Rodgers: Hello again. 

SCP-L177L3W00D: Hello, Doctor Rodgers. It's nice to see you again. Glad to know I didn't scare you off.

Dr. Rodgers: It takes a lot to scare me.

SCP-L177L3W00D: Oh? [Laughs] Should I be scarier then?

Dr. Rodgers: [Chuckles] I would prefer not, but I cannot stop you. Only your king can, correct.

SCP-L177L3W00D: Ah! So you guys are smart!

Dr. Rodgers: If I can, I would like to try to ask more questions this time. I would like to know more about your powers and abilities. I feel as though last time, we only got to know your background and morals.

SCP-L177L3W00D: Hm, I suppose you're right. Alright, I'll answer what I can!

Dr. Rodgers: Excellent. First off, is there a name you would like me to call you?

SCP-L177L3W00D: My name is Martyn, the Red King's Hand.

Dr. Rodgers: Well, it's good to know. Now I won't have to call you your code name. Okay, Martyn, when local police found you, you were surrounded by bodies and covered in blood.

SCP-L177L3W00D: Yes, those people defied my king and your... police tried to attack me.

Dr. Rodgers: Exactly. Well, you got on the foundation's radar because, despite having been shot at least fifteen times, you were still standing.

SCP-L177L3W00D: [Laughs] Oh, that? Yeah, that is nothing!

Dr. Rodgers: Are you immune to bullets?

SCP-L177L3W00D: [Laughs] Oh, Doctor, I am anything my king needs me to be. But, in this state? I guess you could call me... an immortal. A follower, a listener. [Laughs] Listener... oh, he will hate me for that!

Dr. Rodgers: So, if your king demands it, is it possible for you to become something else? Could you shapeshift?

SCP-L177L3W00D: Oh, no, no! Not... well, not fully. If he ordered me to be an animal, I wouldn't act human. An animal runs on instincts, so I would do that. I can't just turn into a wolf or bear or something.

Dr. Rodgers: So, it's more hypothetical, then?

SCP-L177L3W00D: I guess, yes. [Pauses] Sorry, but my king has ordered me to not answer any more questions.

Dr. Rodgers: We can still talk, can't we?

[No response]

Dr. Rodgers: [Pauses] Oh, that's a question, isn't it? [Chuckles] You take your job very seriously. I admire you.

SCP-L177L3W00D: Thank you.

[ END LOG ]

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Date: 20XX/10/30

Interviewer: Dr. Rodgers

Interviewee: SCP-L177L3W00D

[ BEGIN LOG ]

SCP-L177L3W00D: I hate him.

Dr. Rodgers: That is one way to start an interview.

SCP-L177L3W00D: Ah, I'm sorry. I just hate him.

Dr. Rodgers: Hate who?

SCP-L177L3W00D: [Pauses] I can't say, unfortunately. My king doesn't wish me to. But my king- [Note: SCP-L177L3W00D clenches his fists at this point.] -is being hurt. He is in danger, and yet he wants me to stay put.

Dr. Rodgers: So, you hate your king?

SCP-L177L3W00D: Well, I hate his stubbornness, but I wasn't talking about hating him. No, I the person hurting my king. But my king... [Silence] Despite being called the Red King, he doesn't like a lot of bloodshed. It's why I do the work for him. And yet, he is too kind. A bleeding heart. Without me, he would have died a long time ago. 

Dr. Rodgers: So, you're angry at the person hurting the Red King.

SCP-L177L3W00D: Yes. Because I should be helping, I should be protecting him! Yet, he refuses to give me the order. Has only ordered me to not leave, to wait. It upsets me.

Dr. Rodgers: Have you ever defied your king?

SCP-L177L3W00D: No, never. And I never would. 

Dr. Rodgers: If it's for his safety, wouldn't it be a good thing?

SCP-L177L3W00D: Perhaps. But I cannot be sure. I trust my king. I trust his judgement. And I will continue to follow him.

Dr. Rodgers: But-

SCP-L177L3W00D: I'm sorry, I don't want to talk anymore.

Dr. Rodgers: Martyn?

[No response]

Dr. Rodgers: Martyn, are-

SCP-L177L3W00D: Please, I don't want to talk anymore.

Dr. Rodgers: Martyn, I just need-

SCP-L177L3W00D: [Screaming] I DON'T WANT TO TALK ANYMORE!

Dr: Rodgers: [Shocked] A-Alright.

[ END LOG ]

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Addendum SCP-L177L3W00D-3: An attempt was made to conduct an interview with SCP-L177L3W00D on 20XX/10/31, but when Dr. Rodgers entered the room, SCP-L177L3W00D's eyes were a bright red. Once the door closed, SCP-L177L3W00D said a single phrase.

SCP-L177L3W00D: Forgive me, Doctor, but my King has ordered your blood on my hands. You were kind for the brief conversations we've had, but I cannot disobey him.

SCP-L177L3W00D proceed to unstrap the axe from his back and sliced Dr. Rodgers in half. Weapons and sedating proved to be futile when entering the room. This incident resulted in five (5) deaths and ten (10) injured. Once SCP-L177L3W00D had calmed down, his eyes turned blue once again as he sat down. 

SCP-L177L3W00D allowed D-Class personnel to clean the room, remaining silent. Due to this incident as well as O-5 Command, SCP-L177L3W00D's file has been severely altered.

[cobaltcreations]

Me and my partner @the-good-ol-art-corner collaborated on this AWESOME poster for one of our favorite Bendy Aus @toontiedterror by @dictatortirah !! I am in LOVE with how it came out and I am so excited to see how this story and world develops!!

I put so many details into this, it is absolutely silly, but I had a swell time doing them. Those headshots on the missing posters belong to the staff from our own Bendy project @howdy-folks-its-showtime and we didn't even intend to make two versions. But I put so much into the background... I just had to make a version without the foreground to show it off <3

[faceless-ghostt]

well... welcome back to Meme redraw hell ig. Pt 5

will these ever end? idk, probably ┐⁠(⁠´⁠ー⁠｀⁠)⁠┌

(references and rambles under the cut)

I'm still not completely happy with how I draw Thad but I'm getting there slowly, incredibly slowly. Same with Kon, he's not there yet but he's much closer. and I swear that isn't the usual outfit I draw him in, I swear I can do better ToT

Mindless rambles about my struggles with designs aside I've been trying to post more, mainly to get me back in the habit of drawing, but I am working on a larger, not large, but larger project that may or may not have to do with a Young Justice 98 and FNAF mash up and one of the characters is absolutely fucking me over. So I'm just doing easy drawings until my brain agrees with my arms enough to actually draw what I want to draw. I don't think these drawings are things I'll put on the Internet because they are just random drawings, but I'll probably share them to the YJ98 discord server. but I personally think this is a fun AU I am currently making and it will be forced on the world soon, kicking and screaming.

idk why I'm even rambling, probably because it's 2:30 in the morning and my brain is melting from multiple weeks of shitty sleep but ajdgakudgshsixhsv

uh, shameless plug moment, Join the YJ98 discord server that is pinned on my profile, it's fun and great and I want to yap with more YJ fans!

[psylocke142]

Fools

Jeongyeon x fem!reader

synopsis: In midst of a battle reader chases after Jeongyeon. Set on catching up to her at the frontlines. Frustration and a strange feeling brewing inside her chest.

w/c: 1.6k

warnings: violence; mentions of blood; slight angst; fluff (?)

a/n: came across jeongyeon what is love pic and felt inspired. knight!jeongyeon x knight!reader plagued my mind. this was written quickly and is a bit fast-paced. first work with a happy ending whattt??? this was definitely challenging all i know is angst :) might write more of this genre 👀

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The sounds of blades clashing echoed throughout the field. Your heart hammered against your metal armor as you dodged arrows and blades. Slightly stumbling as your stamina waned.

High pitched screams and wails filled your ears. The smell of metal and blood infused invaded your nostrils. Your sight, however, was locked onto a knight ahead of you. On golden, shoulder-length hair that peeked out from under their helmet.

It was your partner — Jeongyeon. She was several meters ahead of you, attacking the opposing army with brutal force. No mercy in her assault.

This was the first time in months since you’d seen your longtime friend. You had been away fulfilling other knightly duties when a message was given to you. The Chou’s were under attack. You rushed back to the kingdom, making it back in just three days.

The knight wasn’t told of your return. She’d been at the frontlines since the start of the battle.

Jeongyeon was the one to send out the message to you.

The two of you grew up together as kids. You joined the knights guard and trained side by side. Partners in every quest. Protecting the kingdom and its queen, Chou Tzuyu. Every battle you’ve fought had been fought together. You were inseparable, until now.

Sweat trickled down your eyebrow. Your grip tightened on your sword as Jeongyeon kept getting further and further.

You wouldn’t be able to catch up to her while she was on that damned horse.

--

Too caught up on Jeongyeon, you failed to notice the incoming spear headed straight towards your back.

Suddenly, a strong body collided with you. The new presence too abrupt for you to react in time. Bringing you both to the ground, weapons falling in front of you. Rendering you vulnerable. Out of instinct, you bounced back up and picked up your sword. Adrenaline kicking in. Ready for any strike or ambush from the one who took you down.

“Help me up you fool,” grunted a familiar voice.

“Momo?!” you observed the tall, broad knight before you. When you confirmed it was indeed Momo, you lowered your blade.

The other knight was in the middle of a brawl with another swordsman when she caught you in the corner of her eyes. Distracted by something, or rather someone. When she saw the danger you were in she acted immediately. Finding an opening to stab her opponent through the neck and sprinted your way.

“A thanks would be nice. I just saved your ass,” Momo huffed out as you guided her up, “There was a spear coming right towards you.”

Just a few inches to the side lay the mentioned spear. You looked back towards her and then at the dirt-filled ground. In disbelief of the near miss; ashamed at your lack of awareness. A certain knight overtaking your mind.

“Thank you,” you muttered.

“You don’t say,” sarcasm dripped in her voice as she rushed into the offense.

Picking up your shield and shaking off the dirt, you too rejoined the battle. You focused your attention on the combat this time. Keeping the thoughts of Jeongyeon at the back of your head. You had to stay alive if you wanted to catch up to her.

Focused on fending off enemies left and right. A squealing neigh pulled your attention.

Time slowed.

You watched as Jeongyeon was knocked off her horse. There was an ambush of arrows that soared in her direction. Her horse took the brunt of the attack, rearing upwards before collapsing — lifeless. You heard her scream in anguish as she fell.

Panic flooded through every nerve in your body. Recklessly you charged further into the onslaught. Your eyes darting everywhere for any sight of the golden-haired knight.

You swore you could hear her faint cries, but there was no sight of Jeongyeon anywhere.

Overcome with dread, you did the only thing you could. Fight.

--

After the battle ended, you searched everywhere for the knight.

You called out to her. Shouted her name. Running across the countless corpses that laid across the field. Fearing you’d find your partner among them.

As you continued running through the bloodstained grass, nearly tripping over your own feet, you realized something. You didn’t just feel fear at the thought of losing Jeongyeon. There was another feeling that resided deep inside your chest, hidden in the deep caverns of your heart.

Love.

It took the thought of losing Jeongyeon forever, being separated permanently, to uncover this feeling.

It was love that caused your heart to ache. That had distracted you in the midst of battle. Leading you to almost getting killed by a spear and called a fool. Love that had you charging recklessly into battle; wanting to protect and save she who claimed it.

You headed to the edge of the field, where the tree line began. Walked to the closest tree to place an arm out to lean against it.

Tears began to brim at the corners of your eyes. Body giving out to your emotions, you fell to your knees in defeat. Your love was nowhere to be found.

A hand crept out from the bushes behind the tree, attempting to grab your arm. Reflexes kicked in. You pulled out your dagger from its confinement on the side of your leg. Prepared to strike who you thought was a surviving enemy.

For the second time that day, you were mistaken.

“It’s me! It’s me! y/n please,” Jeongyeon desperately pleaded.

Instantly you recognized her voice. Discarding the dagger and the equipment in your hands. Grasping ahold of her hands you dragged her out of the bushes.

--

It turns out when Jeongyeon had gotten thrown off her horse, the arrows had barely grazed past her. The armor doing its job of protecting her.

Still, she wasn’t completely unharmed. During her fall she landed on her foot wrong, knee dislocating. She couldn’t stand up, the pain in her leg was too much. The already heavy armor feeling ten times heavier. Keeping her weighted to the ground.

Reacting quickly, Jeongyeon scanned her surroundings. There were several trees behind her with bushes spread around. She mustered all the remaining strength she had and managed to crawl to the tree line. Finding refuge in the bushes.

Knowing that once everything has ended, the first thing you’d do is find her.

--

Carefully, you took off her helmet. Your eyes meeting chestnut brown. You felt all the tension leave your body. Relieved. Allowing yourself to finally rest, kneeling beside Jeongyeon.

You cradled your love’s face with the palms of your hands. Rested your forehead on hers. Ignoring the dried sweat and blood from days of battling. A soft laugh escaped your lips,

“You fool, you could’ve gotten yourself killed.”

The knight grunted at your words, “I had to fight.” She closed her eyes momentarily before meeting your gaze again. Sigh escaping her lips. Glint visible in her eyes, “Couldn’t risk you getting hurt.”

Face to face, you stared at your partner in shock. Couldn’t risk you getting hurt? You’ve fought together for years. Injury and death were always a possibility in this line of work. What made this battle any different?

“Why, Jeong?” you whispered.

Hands laced into your own. Soft lips pressed to the knuckles of your now bare hands, ridden of your gauntlets. Your heart skipped a beat at the small gesture.

Not too long ago, Jeongyeon too had a realization. It happened when you were away.

There was talk of a knight encountering a group of bandits during a mission. She couldn’t help but think it was you, in danger. Not being allowed to leave the kingdom, the knight’s heart clenched in fear. It was then that it dawned on her, she was in love with you.

Choosing actions over words. Jeongyeon gently released your hands. Moving them up to wrap around your shoulders. She hesitated, searching your eyes for any sign to pull away. Seeing no discomfort, only tranquility reflected in your gaze, she continued.

Slowly she guided you down closer. Noses grazing each other and breaths mixing into one. She crashed your lips together. Armor clanking at the connection above.

Your arms rested on the sides of her head, sighing into the kiss. The strength in your arms slightly wavered as your lips meshed together.

Heartbeats quickened, overflowed with love. A love that was reciprocated.

Breathless and in need of air, you pulled back slightly. The girl underneath you looked up at you. Her features softened as she admired you.

“I love you,” she confessed.

A smile formed on your face. Heart swelling in joy and a warmth spread throughout your chest.

You reached up. Fingers tucking a strand of her matted bangs to the side, “I love you too.”

Wanting to feel more of the girl, you leaned down again initiating another kiss. More deep and passionate.

A throat being cleared interrupted your intimate little moment. It was Momo. The corner of her mouth tilted upwards, grin plastered on her face, “C’mon you fools. Let’s get you to the infirmary.”

She helped you lift the injured knight onto her feet. Your arm finding her waist to balance her. Both you and Momo guided her to the knight’s manor.

Jeongyeon casted a glance at you, beaming. Grateful for many reasons; you finding her, both of you being alive, and you reciprocating her love. For that she pecked your lips with a feather-like kiss.

As you felt soft lips pressed against your own, you made a promise to yourself. Never again will you separate from Jeongyeon. Follow her wherever she goes and remain by her side. Till your very last breaths. You’ll cherish and bask in this love like there’s no tomorrow.

The knight beside you two watched from her peripherals. A small smile tugged on her lips at the scene. Fools, she thought to herself.

[tossawary]

Watched "Ultraman: Rising" and found myself reluctantly charmed by the delightfully silly premise of "sports superstar who is kind of a handsome dirtbag and also secretly a second-gen superhero struggles with parenting a baby kaiju". He's cleaning up literal shit and crying from lack of sleep. This is incredible.