#that wouldn't break the curse at all why would he trade??

[copypastus]

So that hofas bonus Ember chapter huh.

I wish Tamlin and Nesta built a casual friendship.

It's such a missed opportunity! They were both assigned penance eternal by the IC over their relationships with Feyre with no road to redemption. In acosf they were both on a shame spiral. You'd think this would be a like calls to like moment! Opportunity to recognise that just coz Rhys's friends hate you doesn't make you a bad person!

[dinogoofymutated]

NSFW! Nightcrawler/GN!Reader

This is purely self-indulgent smuttiness for Kurt, because sometimes cuteness aggression surfaces as really wanting to suck a man's dick. I know we haven't actually seen him in the 97' show yet, but I couldn't help myself. Think of this as a mixture between show Kurt and Comic Kurt. Or imagine any Kurt really.

Tw: MDNI!!!! Oral, slight cursing. Reader was pictured as AFAB while writing but no specific genitals or pronouns are mentioned.

Trying to relax in the X mansion was near impossible. There's always some event, some drama or loudness taking place. Living with gambit was hard enough with the explosions and shit, but after Jubilee moved in…

There was just no Peace in this house. Even though you wouldn't trade it for the world, there wasn't exactly any "me" time, If you catch my drift. It was ridiculously hard to find time for yourself, leaving you a bit more pent up than normal.

On top of that, there was almost always some sexual tension in the house. Rogue and gambit, Jean and Scott. Morph. Literally just Morph, and their innuendos. It was hard enough to see Rogue and Remy tip-toe around eachother, But Jean and Scott? You can't remember a time they weren't sneaking off together to get laid.

All this had left you ridiculous stiff. No free time, surrounded by the adult equivalent of horny teens, it was taking a toll on you. When Kurt came back to the mansion, you were over the moon to see him.

You loved your boyfriend so incredibly much, but never before had you been thinking such sinful thoughts about him. You'd steel glances of his toned arms when he'd hand you something. Glance at his ass when he walked by. Hell, just his smile and laugh would get you going.

He was just so cute. He's loving, and caring, and kind. You felt so lucky to be with him, but that didn't change the fact that you wanted to jump his bones, bad. You wanted to suck this man dry, and as embarrassed you are to admit it, you didn't hesitate to. The moment you finally had him in your bed, you knew you were going to give this man the best head of his life.

“You want to-?” Kurt’s breath hitches, the faint pupils in his yellow eyes dilating. His adam's apple bobbs as he looks away from your heated gaze and sets his eyes on your hands, idly stroking down his soft abdomen. You lean down to kiss him again, tenderly. He returns the kiss eagerly, his tail swaying back and forth on the bed. It takes a moment for you to be able to focus enough to get back on task.

“Please, Kurt.” You beg, breaking the kiss with him. He chases after your lips, and the action is so cute you can't help but kiss him again, and again. You kiss the corner of his mouth, before kissing the crook of his neck, and then his collarbone, dragging your teeth across the velvety blue skin. His soft moans are music to your ears as your hands drag lower, gently cupping the bulge that had started to grow. The air catches in his chest, but you don't tease him for long, moving your hands up and down his chest once again. His tail wraps around one of your wrists.

“Are you sure?” Kurt asks, one of his hands reaching up to brush the hair out of your face. You can help but lean into the touch with a sigh, mouth watering at the prospect of having him against your tongue. You smile at him, scoffing just lightly.

“Of course I am, silly.” The words come out breathlessly. “Why wouldn't I be?” You trail kisses lower, paying special attention to the curly hair of his happy trail as you softly run your fingers across his skin. Kurt swallows, letting out a quiet whine as you start to slide his sweatpants down to free his cock.

“ ‘Just… Don't want you to feel like you have to, Schatz- Hng..” He lets out a choaked groan as you start to press kisses along his inner thighs as you remove the pants completely. You giggle a little, aiming to make him moan just a little louder as you start to stroke and kiss along his length.

“Believe me, love, I wouldn't be begging for it if I did.” You respond. Kurt opens his mouth to speak again, only to cut himself off with a sharp “Ah!” as you take the head of his cock into your mouth and start to suck. The end of his tail twitches, still wrapped around your wrist, and he chuckles.

“That was a dirty trick,” He says, reaching down to move the hair out of your face. You hum in appreciation as his hand gathers your locks, holding the hair back so he can see you better. You reward him by taking more of him into your mouth, reveling in the noises you receive in return. His skin is smooth and soft, and you find yourself appreciating every inch of him you can fit in your mouth.

You're doing your very best to give him exactly the kind of head he deserves for being so sweet and loving and caring. You think about the chores he's done without asking since he's been back as you swirl your tongue around his tip. The book he brought you as a souvenir as you glide back down, nosing the dark blue patch of curls. God- he was just the most perfect man you had ever met, and you were determined to reward him for that.

“Scheisse- I… Liebe, I'm going to…ah!” Kurt begins to writhe underneath you, and it gives you the best satisfaction when you open your eyes to see his face contorted in the throes of pleasure. You savor the taste of his skin as he begins to twitch in your mouth. His grip tightens around your hair, he free hand opening and clenching as he scrambles for purchase on the bed. You take hold of it, lacing your hands together as best you can just in time for him to reach his peak.

You never really liked the taste or texture of cum, but for Kurt, You'd swallow every drop he gives you. You work him through his high as he squeezes your hand, moaning at the sensation. His moans turn to whines as he becomes sensitive, his tail unwinding Itself from your wrist. You can tell just by looking at it that it might bruise, but you wouldn't dare tell him that.

His grip loosens on your hair as you pull away from him. His yellow eyes are teary and his muscles are relaxed and boneless, but that doesn't stop him from sitting up a little and sliding his hand behind the nape of your neck to pull you in for a deep kiss. His kisses are loving and passionate, they leave you breathless when he pulls away. Kurt licks his lips as he takes you in, chest heaving. You can only imagine how you look with messy hair and swollen, spit stained lips, but there's nothing but adoration in his eyes.

“I love you.” He says, after a moment of silence. “I'm in love with you. You know this, Ja?” His other arm wraps around your waist, tugging you even closer to him. You can't wipe the smile off your face as you lean in, resting your forehead against his own, pressing a chaste kiss against his nose.

“I do. I promise.” You reply. Kurt grins, and you can briefly hear the sound of his tail swishing in a way you know means he's thinking about doing something mischievous, and the next thing you know, there's a *Bamf!* as you fall into where he was once sitting on the bed. You have the slightest moment of confusion before Kurt is behind you. He grabs hold of you, leaning back to make you fall backwards into him with your back against his bare chest. He presses kisses along your neck and maneuvers you into his lap. Your legs are hooked over his own, his knees widening the space between your thighs as his hands trail so close to where you want him to be.

“Please, let me return the favor, my love.”

[katerinaaqu]

Patroclus being who he is could be a result of his life (And why his drunkenness of win and rage made him forget Achilles's warning) - an Analysis

This analysis was requested by @theoncomingchaos after reading my Achilles personality analysis so of course his life partner must have some spotlight of his own! Here goes! Patroclus having anger issues and why he grew drunk in his winning and didn't heed Achilles's word and approached the walls of Troy!

Has anyone noticed how Patroclus is so gentle to Achilles and other people he feels close to such as the rest of the Greeks but when he is out in the battlefield he is arguably one of the most violent and passionate fighters (and FAR from this "teddy bear" the retellings paint him as)? And how incredibly PSYCHOLOGICAL it all is?!

He was the son of a man who was a famous hero, an Argonaut. A man who was also known to be the son of a man mated with a goddess (Actor and Aegina) and bears a great legacy

His name literally reflects upon his expectations (Patroclus-> πατήρ/father + κλέος/glory-> Patroclus=Glory of his father)

He forced that said father and himself to become exiled because he killed his playmate Clitonymus in a game of dice

From prince of Opus he was taken to Peleus's horsemen and trained as a squire.

He followed around a demigod with incredible fame and terrible fate who arguably had more talent in one pinkie finger than what he ever got in his entire life and yet his own efforts and training made him keep up with him and become a strong fighter to remember himself.

He lived all his life knowing he would one day watch that demigod he loved more than anything in the world die and he had to cope with this every single second of his life.

He had to make peace with the fact that his beloved was in a way humiliated by being dressed in female clothing in order to avoid the war and glory he so much desired.

He saw the man he loved more in his life getting humiliated by getting his war prize removed from him

He watched that man he loved most in the world turn into a ruthless person who showed no sympathy for the destruction befalling upon the Greek army despite his own desperate pleas.

One can definitely see Patroclus had a definite rage issue. His rage was boiling inside him for many things throughout his life. As a child though he let that anger issue win over and in one moment of madness he killed another person. He became a murderer in such a tender age over an absolutely small thing; a game of dice. Who can imagine what was going on through his mind that very moment that he saw that body hit the floor or much more that he betrayed his father's expectations and stained his good name (and I remind you Patroclus was literally named "FATHER'S GLORY" so he was supposed to reflect on his father's glory) and he made his father not only get humiliated but also get exiled.

All because of that one small moment of rage!

In one moment from a prince he was becoming a refugee and had to learn the trade of a horseman and of a squire to another person's palace. No, to another FAMILY MEMBER'S palace. Patroclus must have been feeling the criticism of the entire family every second of his early life! But then he also found a child close to his age to bond with; his cousin Achilles, whom was assigned to be companion for.

What was going on through his head when that kid effortlessly was best in everything? Did he feel the old rage coming back and biting his lips to the point of bleeding so he wouldn't make the same mistake twice? Or maybe he was finally content. He finally found someone that could never die by a random fit of anger of his! He attached himself to Achilles completely. He becomes his lifelong companion and his friend, his partner, his family, his everything. His love for that child, the only child that he is not afraid he might hurt because of how strong he is that can break his curse. And at the same time he dedicates himself to that child because he wants to wash away his sin; the kid he hurt now he can make it right by protecting another! Not letting anything happen to that kid on his watch again.

And what does he find out?

That this kid is destined to die young at some war in a foreign land and gain eternal glory (the very meaning of HIS name)!!!

His world might as well have collapsed a second time!

He watches that kid, best at everything, train under the care of Chiron the centaur, he trains with him trying to be the best he can and stand by his side. To PROTECT him so he won't see another person die! And every time realizing that there is probably nothing he can do.

This time the rage is inside him! And towards the side of war that is destined to take Achilles from him!

He found that only one person he didn't fear he could hurt, that person that he felt would be his redemption and that person he had to lose

He had failed his family and his family name with that crime and now that he had the chance to glorify his family he felt he would fail again!

He saw Achilles suffering more than one humiliation at a time and his fragile psyche break and he felt helpless to do anything about it

All the years of training to protect and help Achilles seemed in vain

He had one chance to save Achilles! He took it!

This is why he is so enraged in the battlefield out there! He literally feels all the bottled up rage he has over the years especially rage towards himself released out to the battlefield. He doesn't hate the enemy but he hates that this enemy will possibly drive Achilles to the end. And at the same time he feels he has the duty to be the reasonable voice. He tells Achilles he has to fight. Because he cannot stand seeing the Greeks die while he stands there watching helplessly like he watched his playmate die.

But then Achilles gives him a chance to fight. Patroclus doesn't hesitate. In fact he is thrilled. Not only will he channel all the accumulated rage inside him to the battle but he is also protecting Achilles. And then he sees Hector. He was already battle-drunk and certain he can finally bring glory to his name, honor for his father but above all...

He has the chance to kill Hector; the man that could be the destruction of Achilles! He has the chance to take the biggest threat down!

No wonder he forgets everything; every advice every logic every sense of ability. That moment he represents Achilles! He has to be as good as Achilles! He has to protect him and the Greeks! He has to defeat the main threat against the Greeks

He HAS to channel that rage of his!

His life is about channeling that rage and that tenderness he wants to feel and that balance was brought to him at war. No wonder that he was taken down by gods as well out at the battlefield. Because his body was not the only thing that needed to be stopped but also that soul of his; all the boiling rage and fear in his life.

Finally requesting to be buried with the one he loved the most in the world but also someone he could finally share glory with; Achilles the best of Greeks. He lived in his shadow by fate and by choice. In his death he wanted to be his equal.

Ironically Patroclus was both extremely tender and extremely violent because of the same reason; his sin and his humiliation and his love for Achilles that all of it brought the edges of his life to one single decision; to take upon himself Achilles's fate and finally make it right! He was exiled all his life. He died in a foreign land buried in another land. But at least he was with Achilles in the afterlife and he FINALLY gained the recognition too given how the two of them are being honored together as heroes

Honestly how people can say that the ancient sources are "not interesting" or "not relatable" nowadays unless they turn them some monstrosity of their former self is beyond me!

My set of analysis involving Patroclus Achilles and Patroclus relationship On silence and expression of emotions (inspired by @deadbaguette)

My usual squad being called again: @likethexan @wolfythewitch @hymnoeides @h0bg0blin-meat @smokey07 @achillesisnotcomingdown @ri-dumb-fck @emmikay @superkooku @captnbunnie @venomspecs @roachcicle @mt-isnothere12 @mythology-lover @kindred-spirit-93 @dionysism @soarinsugar-homerblog @margaretkart @theoncomingchaos @embarrassedauthornerd

[loveaurapearl]

First Out (Wild Life Spoilers)

Hey guys, I'm still reeling from Wild Life's first permadeath, and it had me thinking.

Mumbo wasn't supposed to be the first out. It was meant to be Scar. The winner of Secret Life was meant to be the first to die.

What lead me to think that?

First, the Secret Keeper wanted Scar to be the villain and in my head, I don't think it was because they wanted Scar to win. Sure, in the life series, it's kill or be killed, but you need alliances to make sure you don't die first. You can't fight an army alone if your name isn't Technoblade. So by making Scar the villain and trying to make everyone hate him, the Secret keeper was trying to get him killed early. Sure, they didn't want him out first since the Canary Curse was still activated, but still they wanted him out early. But that didn't happen. Scar managed to wriggle his way through the other teams so their eyes were on other people and not him.

Now why did they want Scar to be the villain? Because he was a thorn in their side since the first session. He failed his first task and then got Grian, the guy they hate and the ruler of Life series games, to make a loophole so he could get a re-roll, messing up their order of plans and accidentally giving Scar a really easy 'HARD TASK'. (Anyway, that's my headcannon on why Scar's Hard Task was so much easier than any of the other hard tasks we saw later in the season.) Scar used Mumbo's task to bribe him so he looked the other way so Scar could easily complete his task. Scar got Bdubs killed even though he was Green and he found a loophole in their task so there would be two winners in the Chicken game. He distracted the Wither for so long that it made everyone gather up and defeat it and the Warden with the only casualties being Jimmy, Mumbo, Grian trading his life for Scar's, and an accidental death of BigB on Scar's end. Grian cheated to spare Scar's life by allowing him to log off then log back in. And Lizzie managed to break the curse on Jimmy, allowing Jimmy to not go out first. So the Watchers turned their heads to Scar, the watcher's favorite, and decided that the only way to hurt Grian was to hurt Scar. And while their plans work on making Scar the villain, it worked too well. Scar wasn't just going easy and he won. Sure, Grian helped him a bit with bringing Gem and the Scotts' health low, but it was all Scar's skills that got him the title of winner.

Wild Life was meant to be the Watcher's revenge on Scar. After all, they allowed him to be paired up with Jimmy and Lizzie. Scott said it himself that their teaming up would mean they would be out of the series the fastest. And while the Watchers hate Scott, they realize he was right. So to try and restore order, they decide to let Scar have friends and then kill him so fast that he couldn't even be allowed to enjoy it. And session 3 was when the Watchers struck. They were so close to Scar losing his final life thanks to the invisible Snail trap that Martyn used. Martyn, an agent of the Watchers who they had been using for years and who was the winner of Limited Life because of their will. Sure, it meant the Canary Curse would be broken, but they didn't care. Scar would be gone and his team would be in ruins. They were so close too. The snail almost ended Scar's series. But then Grian, who had been avoiding Scar for so long and was trying to deny his feelings towards him, stopped the world and ended the Session early before Scar could die. Grian ended the game early for Scar again, and they weren't happy.

The one guy they wanted dead was now alive all thanks to Grian. It made them extra mad because it meant Scar now had a chance to not only live but thrive. They knew that if they didn't get him with snail now, they wouldn't know when Scar would be out next. And that's what Scar did. Scar not only got back to Green by killing Etho and Grian, but he managed to help the Canary regain his lives even after Martyn accidentally killed him with Jimmy's own trap by using Grian's own trap against him. And it was all thanks to Grian.

So the Watchers were glad to hear Grian vow his revenge against Scar and Jimmy, it meant that Grian was now on their side. They were so sure the Canary Curse would continue and Scar would be dead soon. And it at first worked, Grian got Scar on Yellow due to his admin 'Watcher' powers and it seemed like things were going well. But then Scar called out Grian for cheating. For using his Admin/Watcher powers against a player and this snapped Grian out of their trance. For all of Wild life, Grian had been using his Admin/Watcher powers more and more. At first, it was harmless, he knew all the Wild Cards. It would be impossible for the game to happen if Grian did not know the Wild Cards and Grian refused to simply just watch the games like the Watchers originally planned. But then Grian began using his Admin/Watcher powers more and more. Threatening to use his powers to ban people and using his powers to have an edge over the other players. He was becoming more and more like the Watchers he hated.

But then Scar called Grian out. Scar, the only one who could get to Grian, saw what Grian was doing, saw that it was unfair to the other players, especially him, and called Grian out for cheating. And it gets to Grian. At first, Grian tries to brush it off as them just being even. After all, Scar did the first underhanded shot by shooting him off the Bridge of the Spanners' headquarters, so it was only fair that Grian got him back. But the more and more he thought about it, the more it bugged him. He tried to ignore it. Try and push it to the back of his mind, but he couldn't. And Grian realizes he made a mistake. That he abused his Watcher powers and was becoming more like them. So to try and make amends, he gives Scar the mace. But of course, it wasn't that simple. Scar didn't care that much about the mace. What he truly, truly wanted was to have Grian back. To end their fighting and to be Best Friends again. To be like Third life again.

And it brings Grian back to his humanity. It made him remember the good memories and that he doesn't have to be like the Watchers. And to hear Scar say 'What happened in Third life?', it softens Grian and they become Allies. Whether or not Scar remembers what happened in Third Life, it doesn't matter since Grian fully believes Scar doesn't remember anything about Third life except for Mr. Bubbles, Pizza and their friendship. (To be honest, I have no idea how genuine Scar was when he asked about what happened in Third Life. On one hand, he sounds like he means it. It doesn't sound like he's lying. But on the other hand, Scar is a master liar, and he remembers the Lilacs and Poppies like it was yesterday. So it's up to interpretation.)

However, Grian still wants to save Mumbo and Skizz. He still wants Jimmy dead, so there was still a chance that at least the Canary Curse could continue. Sure, Jimmy prayed to the Watchers to be spared, but the Watchers don't care, they just used his wishes to make sure Tango wasn't out first.

But... Mumbo didn't want Jimmy to die first. Mumbo wasn't a heartless fellow to a fellow struggling red life and thanks to Scar, Grian allowed Mumbo to spare his life. However, we all know what happened next. Mumbo, not checking if everything was secure, not checking if everything was safe, not seeing the warning signs that the mine was dangerous, saw Gem moving away from Jimmy and trying to get a life back activates the TNT minecart track. And... with one lever left active, Mumbo dies in a firey explosion. Grian, not looking at Mumbo, only hears an explosion as Tango's wind burst thrusting him into the air and saving his life, and is left paralyzed as he sees his friend's burnt corpse. And in the first time in forever, Grian is allowed to grieve. And the world stops and pitied Grian. Grian, who was seen as the source of all the lifer's suffering and a villain who must be slain for all of Wild Life, was pitted and was finally seen for who he was, human. Sure, Grian was close to being like the Watchers. Much closer than he ever had been before. But thanks to Grian protecting Scar in Session 3 and preventing Scar's final death, Grian was saved from himself and the Watchers. It was thanks to Scar and their friendship that saved Grian but at the cost of Mumbo's life.

Mumbo, poor Mumbo, only wanted Grian to look at him like he did to Scar. Mumbo who wanted Grian to love him like he did Scar. Mumbo who wanted Grian to save him like Scar. But it was too late. Mumbo wasn't a fighter and unfortunately, there are some things not even Watchers can protect you from. Only when it was too late, did Grian finally look at Mumbo like he did with Scar. Just like Third life...

[sketchehm]

Some mafia au before I got to bed cause this had been on my mind for lil

I was thinking about the "serpias is sapnap's guard dog" thing and while this isn't exactly that, it's aligned with it though! Hope you enjoy my crude 1am writing lmao

Sapnap has always been the one to first defend his family. When no one would step in to defend their Don's name, it would be him.

(He guesses that should've been a clue in)

He knew he was loyal to a fault, but it was just as natural as breathing. Something he never quite noticed in himself how quickly and strongly he loved, especially those in his family. How easy it was for him to defend everyone around him. Regardless of any pain he might endure(he knows he messed up quite a few buisness dealings when the other would bad mouth Dream or George. He just couldn't help it.)

But when it came to defending himself, sure he can put up a few punches, shoot a gun, break some legs when it came to it, but the bad mouthing? He just kinda lets it go through him. He has his anxieties but he's confident enough in himself and trusts the people he loves to always reassure him if it came to it.

That being said though, there are always exceptions. Dealing with snide mafiosos means hearing rumors about yourself. Dealing with criminals means enemies. Enemies who don't wanna fight face to face, and instead let their words travel through the street rats until it's all you hear when just stepping a foot outside.

Sapnap knows George and Dream deal with it way better than himself. Sapnap is always defending Dream and George. He'll shoot anyone, no second thoughts if it wouldn't cause Dream a headache later on. (He's heard more than enough times from Dream and George how they /needed/ that guy. A few words is not a gun, it can't kill him, just let it lie...)

It's probably one of the most annoying aspects that Sapnap can't ever seem to get over.

So when Team Mafia are pleased with his......training.....they finally allow him to go on his first buisness dealing with Serpias. And he isn't suprised the same kind of shit conversations of tip toeing around one another and throwing subtle insults at each other while trying to negotiate better terms are happening here too. Just in Spanish. At least, he thinks its the same thing. He hears a lot of the new curse words the Team have taught him (and is desperately trying to hold back from giggling at the memories). Though the air is way mire tense than the jovial back and forth him and the other Team members would have with him. He wonders if Serpias is doing alright. He feels useless, can't barely understand what's happening besides knowing it's some sort of arms deal. He just stands quietly behind Serpias trying not to fidget and sigh and whine. He's full of energy. (Fuck maybe he is just some sort of anxious dog....)

It isn't until Serpias groans that Sapnap snaps to and tries to pay attention a little more. The yelling between the two is getting louder and Sapnap is ready to jump into action, feeling strung up. He really didn't expect some sort of fight to happen for his first outing, Serpias said this was gonna be quick and easy. Something to practice learning Spanish if anything.

"Sapni, ven aqui."

Sapnap knows that command well. He quickly goes besides Serpias, looking down and seeing all the documents they have spread across the table. It's all in Spanish. Fuck why did Serpias even call him over.....

The guy on the other side huffs in amusement staring down sapnap. He says something to Serpias and all he can understand is "perro". He can see Serpias tense up. The guy is probably calling Sapnap a bitch he assumes. Not anything new for him really. He would justlike to get out of here ASAP.

"Sapni, ah, you said your math is good yes? Can you check?"

Serpias is handing him a couple of papers. Sure enough it's full of numbers. It's different pricing for different kinds of guns, ones he's familiar with too, he's done this kind of trading before.

He takes a minute and realize the numbers are way off after a bit. Was the guy trying to scam Serpias? He's nervous to say something. Fuck what if he pisses this guy off and then the Team get upset at him for losing a dealer? He wanted this to be a good time out....and he'd come back and all of them would be proud (despite him knowing he wouldn't have done anything) he's starting to like the easy praise he's been getting....

"Umm. Uh. Its...the prices are different here and here. I...there's something..." fuck he's nervous. He can barely get his words out.......fuckkkk he's never like this what's wrong with him?

The guy on the other side laughs at his stuttering. He's embarrassed more now...Serpias is probably gonna be upset at him later, who knows....(Serpias has never been upset at him before. In fact he probably coddles Sapnap a bit too much if he says so himself....but he isn't complaining....)

Serpias is glaring at the guy. They're arguing again.

"Sapni." Serpias says it suddenly, sternly, not taking his eyes of the other man, "the numbers wrong?"

"Yes." His voice cracks. He's so uncool what the fuck.

The arguing gets louder. The man on the other side suddenly gets up and Sapnap’s hand goes to rest on his gun. Fuck, maybe this is part of training too....maybe Serpias knew this was gonna happen.

The guy stares at him for a moment then laughs again.

"You aren't going to kill me."

The guys English is clear. Barely any hint of an accent and it startles him. It's nothing like what he's been surrounded by recently. Fuck now he actually has to speak to this fucker.

Serpias stands up and starts yelling at the guy again, but the guy is focused on Sapnap.

"I know you. You're from the Dream family. You bring borrowed or something now? The fuck you messing with my deals, this isn't your territory."

Serpias has quited down and is watching him. Man this probably /is/ training....

Sapnap looks at Serpias and he nods, allowing him to speak.

The guy snorts, "Ah, so you are the new dog. What Dream kick ya out or something?"

"I've joined Team Mafia on my own will. Dream has nothing to do with this deal." His voice is firmer now. Serious. He's done plenty of deals and trades, this is coming back to him naturally.

"Ohh fucked right off like I heard the others doing too, yea? Probably left them a mess like the rest of them. You'll probably try and steal from these guys too heh? Good luck with that, they'll snap you head right off!" The guy ending with a chuckle. Sapnap does NOT miss dealing with these people. His words are uncomfortable for Sapnap. He hasn't had to think about the betrayals for a while now. Fuck this guy, honestly.

Serpias is still watching, waiting.

"My loyalty is with Team Mafia. Can we get back on track with this? I know the pricing you have listed for required taxing is wrong. You have it multiplied by triple the amount than what you have written." He may have been a bit too snappy with that... and Sapnap knows he pushed it when he sees the guys face fill with anger.

"You have no fucking right to speak like that to me, /perro/. So don't fucking telling me what is or isn't right or wrong on my deals. You have no /say/. Especially not as a /traitor/." The guy has walk around the table and is now face to face with Sapnap. His breathe reeks.

"So let your /handler/ and I talk and you be a good dog and just wait by his side."

The guy yanks him by his coat and pulls Sapnap even closer to him, "/Got it/?"

Sapnap is about to push the guy off before he hears a click.

"No toques a mi Sapni."

Serpias is growling.

The guy barely turns his head towards Serpias, before there's a hole in it.

Sapnap's ears are ringing and he's on the ground, covered in blood that isn't his own.

Serpias is by him in a second. He sits next to Sapnap and pulls him close, hugging him and has Sapnap's face rest on his shoulder, basically tucked im his neck. He waits for the ringing to subside. Serpias is petting his hair. Sapnap thinks about the blood he's staining on Serpias. (Though Serpias is covered in blood as well.)

He can hear Serpias talking to him. His voice is soft as he continues to pet his hair. Sapnap is so confused.

It only takes a couple of minutes before the ringing has subsided, but Sapnap refuses to move away from Serpias. It's....Nice. He thinks about what the /fuck/ just happened. It isn't until the blood on him starts to get uncomfortable that he finally pushes away.

"Casa?" Sapnap wants to shower.

Serpias will laugh and helps him up.

Sapnap wonders if he failed training today.....

[see-arcane]

I would love to hear more about your Disney Swan Lake idea

WELL

Odile: Hot Goth Voodoo Flapper Daughter of Facilier-Rothbart. Poisoned apple of her father's eye. Resembles Tiana-Odette by coincidence, not a spell. (This will be important later).

Tiana-Odette-Odettiana: New girl in the area, trying to establish her restaurant and having trouble. Does Not Know Who Facilier Is or What He Does. In a relationship with Naveen-Siegfried already, they want to get hitched <3

Odile and Odette become aware of each other because they're each respectively mistaken for the other one day--everyone gets antsy and worried when they think Odette is Odile, Odile has a flirtatious near-miss kiss with Siegfried. They actually meet and are stunned to find a doppelganger. Glam Goth VS Hardworking Would-Be Entrepreneur. They contrast, but otherwise hit it off.

Odile has no idea what her father is up to, assuming everyone is just prickly over his magical talent. Never mind the missing girls--she lives with him! She'd know if he had anything to do with that!*

*She wouldn't. Facilier forbids her to go near a certain corner of the bayou where the cygnet girls are trapped. Oops. Anyway!

Odile introduces Odette to her father for a laugh. Why didn't you tell me I had a twin, Daddy? Ha ha. ...Dad?

Facilier can't hear her over the sound of realizing he's met the Perfect Final Sacrifice for the Flock. He does his usual patter BS, "I'm no businessman myself, but if you want to meet the kind of Folk who have the power to make things happen..." Etc etc. Odettiana shakes his hand on it.

Cue swan curse.

But! Unlike the other cygnet girls Odettiana meets in the bayou trap, she has a beloved who can save her and break the curse! Just needs to do the confession of True Love about it! Maybe throw in a loophole about how the curse on all the swans will be lifted if the flock gets broken up by a cured member. Whoo! But how and why is Facilier doing all this nonsense anyway? For power? Nope.

Anti-Villain time. Facilier is doing this to save Odile. Once upon a time, when Odile was a child, she was either on the brink of death or dead in her father's arms. Having already lost his wife, Facilier-Rothbart can't lose her too. He begs the Friends for aid at the edge of the bayou, and the Friends answer. One, at least. He resurrects/saves Odile. The trade?

"I have saved her. I am owed her. When she comes of age at her eighteenth year, I shall return to collect her."

Facilier panics, tries to haggle. Which the Friends (plural) expected. A new trade, then.

"You will deliver five maidens in her place at the appointed hour. Fail in this, and you forfeit your daughter. Agreed?" ...Agreed. Yikes.

Cue Facilier panicking again about the potential intrusion of Siegfried and him heavily encouraging Odile to ~steal the man she's owed~ (and unknowingly doom Odette and the other girls). But Odile can't bring herself to betray Odettiana or Siegfried with such an act, self-assigned bad girl or not. ...Where is Odette anyway? Dad? Dad?

Odile's birthday strikes at midnight. The Friends are coming to collect. Odile and Siegfried have to race to the bayou to stop it all.

Climax involves a clash of different loves: Romance (Siegfried and Odette) Friendship (Odile, Odette, the Cygnets) and Familial (Odile: "Daddy, stop! You can't do this to them!" Facilier, cracking up: "Better them than you!") Lots of fantasy and angst and feathers flying around. Ultimately the love confession between Siegfried and Odette works to lift the swan curse on Odette and the Cygnets...

...but loops back and turns Odile into the Black Swan, at least long enough for the Friend who wanted her in the first place to snatch her up and run. Before Facilier can grieve, the Heroes aid him in giving chase to Save the Day and rescue Odile and so on and so forth to get to the Disney Certified Happy Ending (c) (tm) yaaaay!*

*(Don't look up the ballet, kids, don't worry about it.)

[stupidsagestars]

𝐜𝐞𝐗 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫! 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : food play [ ice cream ] , mentions of marks and scratches, inappropriate language, raw sex ( I might be missing some )

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: matsukawa works at the local ceX to earn some extra cash, he meets you, a girl who has a bunch of odd stuff she wants to trade and a great sense of humor. One thing leads to another and things get spicy.

-★ this is so cheesy but I love it

---★---★---★

𝐜𝐞𝐗 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫! 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 who's been working part-time at the cex near his college for the past month and god is it the worst. Everyday he's had to deal with sweaty, obnoxious people trying to trade their gross shit, and buy stupid things, he doesn't even get paid enough to deal with it all. Well anyway there's no point in complaining it's not like he wanted to quit, he needed any extra money he could get.

𝐜𝐞𝐗 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫! 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 who quietly curses when he hears the doors open. He doesn't bother lifting his head to look at who enters, he's way too tired for that, instead he's playing subway surfers on his phone, tapping his fingers on the counter.

He snaps his head up at the sound of something hitting the counter. Immediately he locks eyes with the most beautiful woman he's ever seen in his life.

"Hi!" You say giving him a small wave.

"Hi. Uh what's all this?" He says, slipping his phone in his pocket.

"Just some stuff I'd like to sell." You hum, looking around awkwardly.

"You're welcome to take me through it." He mumbles.

"Great! So we've got this uh, half broken ukele." You say, pulling out a completely broken piece of loose strings and peeling paint.

Matsukawa scoffs. "Are you serious?" He asks.

"Excuse me this is perfectly playable!" You say, frowning at him.

"Oh my god, you're actually being serious." He says looking at you with shock although he was secretly enjoying this alot.

"Look, I can play something."

You strum the ukele and shockingly the last intact string breaks.

"Great." He says sarcastically.

"Give me a break, I'm sure none of the shit here is super clean and fully working."

He sighs before standing up and emptying the box.

"Let's make this quick for both of us." He says slowly.

"why'd you work here anyway?" You ask trying to make small talk. You couldn't help but steal glances at him whilst he looked through the junk you bought in. He was so goddamn attractive, it made you feel hot and bothered just standing next to him.

"college." he mumbles.

You scoff before saying, "I can't believe you!'

𝐜𝐞𝐱 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫! 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 who looks at you confused. "What?"

"A college student can't help another college student out??"

He can't help but chuckle at what you said.

"Hot" He says giving you a flirty look.

"I'm gonna pretend I didn't hear that." You say rolling your eyes at him although your mind is buzzing at the comment, A HOT GUY JUST CALLED YOU HOT Y/N!!!!!!!!!

"Did you go to a garage sale before coming here? There's so much random shit in here."

"Of course I went to a garage sale dumbass, I'm 21 years old why the hell would I have a toy xylophone lying around?"

He pretends to act shocked, "that's really mean because I actually own two of those."

You playfully stick your tongue at him to which he smiles at you.

He takes a look at the many items spread out on the counter.

" Well out of all these many, many, many things I'll trade 3."

"Lovely." You say sticking your hand out for him to shake. He firmly grips your hand making you feel incredibly flustered but you play it off quite well.

𝐜𝐞𝐗 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫! 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 who is absolutely mesmerized by you. You were just so.. so attractive? Your humour matched with his perfectly, your voice was so, soothing, imagine having that moaning his name?? Imagine if he had you ride him on that same chair, he wouldn't even mind fucking you on the floor.

Why did you make him so horny, maybe it was because he hadn't fucked in a while, I mean this stupid store seemed to be repelling every girl away from him but what if he was attracted to you, like properly attracted?

𝐜𝐞𝐗 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫! 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 who's trying to find the keys to his dorm when he hears a familiar voice from behind me.

"ceX guy!" you say but quickly regret it feeling your face get hot.

You're extremely surprised to see him, you're initially looking for your best friend Kiyoko who you're sure lived on this floor.

He turns round to see a familiar face behind him.

"sex guy?? so that's your little nickname for me?" He smirks at your stunned face that looked like it wanted to jump out of the window.

"shut up." Is all you manage to come up with.

"Well, here we are at the same college, we're in the same building, same year, we really are the perfect pair!" He laughs, scratching hair as he slowly eyes you up and down taking in all of your curves.

"unfortunately not, you play toy xylophones, I'm a bit more advanced I play toy keyboards." You hum, smiling at him.

He puts his hand on his chest in shock. " I can't believe you! How could you??"

Mattsun loves the feeling you're giving him just by talking to you, he hasn't felt this alive in ages.

"well I'll see you around, oh and do you know anyone called Kiyoko and does she live on this floor??"

"Tanaka's girlfriend? She lives upstairs I think." He mumbles, trying to think of an excuse to spend some more time with you.

"And also.. I mean I know I've known you for about 1-2 hours but can I don't know, have a fun little sleep over with you. I left my keys at the store."

You can feel your heart about to explode and your eyes about to pop out of their sockets.

"You?? Mr Sex Guy?? Sleep over??" You ask and he shrugs his shoulders.

"We could make the best fort and also I'm currently Mr ceX guy not Sex Guy unless you wanted the latter of course." He says enjoying the flustered look on your face

𝐜𝐞𝐗 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫! 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 who ends up following you up to your dorm, throwing in some flirty comments throughout the journey.

"we are 2 adults. 2 sexy adults, 2 adults who should be no strangers to some very freaky sex which I think we should indulge in, it's human nature honey"

"Are you drunk?"

"no but I'm super horny, I bet you're super kinky." He retorts.

You kick him in the shins before opening the door to your dorm.

"Are you like the official advocator for sex?" You say.

"Just for you honey." He says letting the nickname roll of his tongue.

"This place is nice." He says, kicking off his trainers and taking a seat on the couch.

"Ice cream?" You ask him, walking over to the fridge.

"Ooh yes, what flavour??"

"Uhh I got either Mint, Strawberry and Rocky Road."

"Why not all 3?" He asks and you chuckle, coming back with a massive bowl of ice cream and two spoons. Mattsun's eyes immediately travel down to your ass, thinking about how fun it'd be to spank it till it's sore. He's definitely take a picture, your ass with his handprint clearly marked on it, damn would that be great.

"Hold." You tell him so you could get the remote to which he replies, " I've got slippery hands, I don't know if I can manage."

"Well if you don't you're licking it off the floor."

"I bet you'd love that."

"Maybe."

"Fuck. That makes me want to do it now."

"I'm not stopping you."

𝐜𝐞𝐗 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫! 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 who's never felt better sitting down with a girl who he's extremely attracted to and watching fallen angels. This. This is the sort of life he's been yearning for. The two of you weren't cuddling or sitting closely with each other yet somehow each others presence seemed comforting.

"this film's so confusing yet so good." You mutter, eyes glued to the screen whilst you licked the ice cream off the spoon.

Even though this was one of his favourite films Mattsun was only interested in you. Your pretty little face that had the most angelic smile he had ever seen.

He immediately turns red when you turn to notice him staring at you.

"Are you admiring me?"

"Yes."

𝐜𝐞𝐗 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫! 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 who can't control himself anymore and decides to move closer to you and kiss you. He was expecting to just give you a small peck on the lips but instead gets to indulge in a long sensual kiss.

You both are left to stare at each other breathless and drooling.

"Fuck." You breathe out.

"Well are we going to continue?" He says impatiently, biting his lip.

" I mean we might as well."

𝐜𝐞𝐗 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫! 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 who's got you spread on your bed completely naked, his tongue alone has made you cum twice. He's got the bowl of ice cream in his hands and he's giving you the most sensual look ever.

"if anything you're the kinky one." You say in gasps, still unable to talk properly after continuosly moaning his name for god knows how long.

You immediately moan from the sensation of the cold delight touching your stomach.

Mattsun licks it with ease, sticking his tongue at you before swallowing.

"d'you want some?"

You nod at him, eager to know what he would try next.

This time he scoops a handful of ice cream and smears it across your breasts.

"oh no! I made a mess." He says in a raspy voice letting his saliva fall down onto your breasts.

You can't help but moan loudly at the sight infront of you. He lazily swirls his hand in the mixture of ice cream and saliva and shoves it in your mouth.

"tastes good doesn't it?"

You nod, making sure to swallow everything.

He slips of his boxers finally making him fully naked and immediately pushes his girthy length inside of you.

"oh my god- why is your dick so big." You moan thoughtlessly, seriously shocked.

"I dunno, d'you like it? I mean I've already shoved it down your throat, I'd assume you were used to the size by-" He stops himself with a deep groan.

Your walls are sucking him deeper and deeper into your pussy, the thought of having to pull out was so so painful.

"Ugh honey you're pussy is addictive." He moans out as he continues to pound into you at a shocking speed.

Your moans are so addictive to him, the way your eyes roll back, it's all so sexy.

Mattsun being Mattsun though, he can't just fuck your pussy boringly not without the bowl of ice cream that was lying next to him. There's still some left and he doesn't want to waste food. He lets one hand rest on your hips and uses the other to pick up the bowl.

His hands can barely hold the damn thing properly because of how weak he feels, how weak you're making him feel. Your moans are shorter and even more ragged which tells him you're close. He lets the ice cream fall onto the floor, ignoring how the bowl shatters, as he pulls out and cums on the sheets. You cum straight after and you don't have the energy to say or do anything. Your legs are sore and your whole chest is decorated with scratch and bite marks.

𝐜𝐞𝐗 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫! 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 who has just enough energy to pull you under the covers with him before falling asleep.

--★---★

LIKE FOR A PART 2 WHICH IM HONESTLY SO TEMPTED TO DO, MAYBE LIKE A MORNING AFTER OR A FEW WEEKS? THIS WAS ACTUALLY SO FUN TO WRITE I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOYED , LIKES, REBLOGS AND FOLLOWS R APPRECIATED.

[the header is from Pinterest, credit to whoever made it!!]

[reccyls]

William Chapter 18 POV story

Finest Evil, Finest Love

Half summary, half actual translation. Context below the cut.

Context/Summary: William has been hmm, framed isn't the exact right word, but he's been accused of collaborating with a group engaging in things like morphine production and trade, blackmail, human trafficking, slave labor, etc. Thus in order to prevent Crown from being investigated, he left on his own.

A few days later, it becomes clear that anyone who has ever associated with William, namely a bunch of people that he has kind of been a patron to, are being kidnapped and imprisoned in the Tower of London. They are also being tortured for William's location.

Kate thinks that this is a lot of effort to go to just for one man's location, and slowly she starts unraveling the actual plan: by torturing the people to the breaking point, the prison guards hope to turn them against William. Get the prisoners to think that it's all William's fault: he's a murderer and monster who deceived them, and it's because of him that they're in this situation. Among all the prisoners, surely there'd be one resentful enough to see an opportunity when a guard "accidentally" leaves a weapon out. And when William comes to rescue the prisoners, just have the people he was set to rescue be the ones to kill him instead.

So obviously, nobody wants that to happen. Kate, Liam, and Alfons go to the Tower of London to try and free the prisoners before William can, but they are just a little too late.

William and Kate reunite at the Tower of London just as the prisoners have been freed. He didn't expect to encounter her there. But he quickly figures out that she must be here to free the prisoners first, just in case that the prisoners were a trap for him.

However, before Kate can tell him to leave, some of the prisoners arrive. He recognizes them, looking at him with mixed emotions. While he knows that Kate wants him to leave, he still has something he needs to do here first.

He orders them to approach him, he's here, after all. He recognizes one of them as Charlie, a young man with a revolutionary spirit. Charlie, however, has internalized everything that was written about William in the news article and shaken from the torture he underwent, and thus thinks William is responsible for everything, calling him a demon and a murderer.

William can feel Kate's distress at all the accusations being hurled his way. He thinks that if this is enough to hurt her, then she really shouldn't be by his side. She won't be able to be truly free if she's chained by the pain she feels when others are hurt.

Kate tries one more time to convince William to leave. However, Charlie won't let William go. He doesn't want to be accused of being William's collaborator, so he pulls out a knife he picked up from one of the prison guards, and runs to stab William, who makes no move to avoid it. If this is what Charlie wants and needs, then he's not about to get in the way of that. After all, he doesn't believe that he'll die here.

He's cursed to meet his tragic end as befitting his fairytale curse. The current situation is missing something to make it a true tragedy. So, he's quite certain that even if he were to be stabbed, he wouldn't die. The only thing that he'd regret is if Kate, standing nearby, would blame herself for something she couldn't control.

But as Charlie runs to stab him…

(--?)

I heard the sound of the knife that sought freedom hit its target. Before my eyes, Kate's hair curled through the air as if in slow motion.

(…Kate?)

Liam: Kate!!

As Liam's distant-sounding shout pierced through the air, I caught Kate's collapsing body in my arms.

William: …

I didn't need to ask her why she did it. Her actions, and the red engraved on her body, spoke more eloquently than words ever could. It was all for her own selfish love.

"Even if you wish for your own destruction, I won't allow it." "That is my conviction, what I want to stay true to." "Because I and I alone am my master." "Look, William." "When loving you, am I not the most free I have ever been?"

(…Yes. Yes, you are.) (You have chosen to be true to what your heart desires.)

-Start flashback- Kate: I… Kate: When I die, I want to be able to think that I am here because I've been able to choose to pursue what is precious to me. -End flashback-

As she lay in my arms having made that choice, her white clothes were being dyed deep red. The color of her desire. The color of selfish love, of the pursuit of freedom.

When we first met, I had imagined it. The sight of her throwing off all shackles, how she could be a flower blooming in the darkness-- How beautiful such a sight would be.

And now in my arms, the blossoming crimson of her, now free and unshackled… far surpassed my expectations.

(Beautiful.) (So absurdly beautiful.)

William: …Kate. William: …On the night that we first met, I remembed wiping off the blood that stained your cheek.

My hand carressed her pale cheek. What name should I give to this surge of emotion welling up from the dark abyss of my heart? If I could put a proper name to it, would that make you happy?

William: Ever since then, I've always thought… William: …that red suits you best.

The wish that I never had any intention of realizing has now fallen into the palm of my hand. If I decided to consume it, have it dance atop my tongue, if I fully savored its flavor- How sweet would it taste?

(My foolish, lovely, pitiful robin.) (If even the fear of death can't stop your love-) (-then someday my destiny shall surely kill you.)

Because even now, even with Kate bleeding out in my arms, I had no desire to avoid meeting whatever fate was in store for me.

Allow me to offer you the finest evil (love) that will lead you to your ruin.

[tojikai]

The main love interests in your stories are cursed to live for all eternity in these scenario:

Home toji: would he still love and mourn y/n forever? Will he ever fully move on?

Fix you toji: if he were to be cursed to live for all eternity along with y/n, will he always never come to love y/n more over mamguro or ever come to the point where if given the chance he wouldn’t trade y/n for a alive mamaguro?

pm gojo: would he always love y/n the most for all eternity and just yarn for her? Would he ever fully move on? If he were cursed to live with rie forever, would he ever grow to love her more than y/n herself?

In forlorn: will he forever mourn and miss y/n? Would he forever love her and never fully move on? Would it ever get better for him or just worse

Masquerade geto: if he were cursed to live for all eternity with y/n, would he always love her cousin over her anyway, would he ever come to love y/n?

Sundered: would he always love y/n? Will he ever fully move on or love someone else more than y/n and yui? Since he’s immortal and they’re not…… after they passed would he forever mourn them? And never move on? What would that be like for him? If he were cursed to live with naomi forever, would he ever grow to love her more than y/n herself?

Catharsis: by the time he knows they could still be alive and he still hasn’t found them years after, would he have stopped looking for them? Or would he move forward and maybe had even start a family or dating? Could he be capable of doing so? By the time he knows for sure they aren’t alive anymore, how would he be feeling and thinking towards it? Would he ever move on living forever when he never found his family?🥹

oooh, let's answer these~!!

home: nope. toji will not move on. his mistakes, what happened to his rs and marriage w yn and what happened to her will forever be in his mind. he's the type if mc who'll beg to die just so his suffering will stop but still can't help but think that he deserves it, so he continues to live in pain :((

fix you: that's impossible. he'll trade anyone for an alive mamaguro. he loves yn and as long as she's w him, he'll cherish her w everything he has. but if managuro comes in the picture, that will be a different story :'>

pm: gojo will never move on from yn. he'll always love her over anyone, even over himself and no matter who he ends up w he's always gonna wish it's yn. if he's cursed to live w rie forever, he will not grow to love her more than yn even if she emulates everything abt yn. h

forlorn: gojo's yearning snd mourning for hn will jus get worse w time. w frustrations and regrets piling up, it's impossible for him to find peace in anything aside from being w yn

masquerade: I can't really answer this bc the series is not done yet sorry 🥹 but let's just say that yn was the reason why it all happened (why he wa stuck w her fir eternity) he'll probably only grow to hate her the more he sees her, no matter how good she is bc he'll always be reminded that it's all her fault </3

sundered: goji will never be able to love anyone more than yn and yui. he can love them but never more than yn and yui, and never the same love as he had for them. and if he gets stuck w naomi forever (if she didn't do what she did) he'll learn to love her for her good sides BUT STILL, never the same as yn. he'll still prefer to die and meet yn than that :''>

catharsis: gojo wouldn't stop until he finds yn and yui. unless someone tells him w proof that they're gone from the face of the earth, he won't stop. and if they're really gone, it'll take him a long long time to fully come to terms w it. he can start a family again, but im afraid he won't be able to love them fully. he'll probably still look for yn and yui, which can only break it again. there's no full healing for that :'<

[storiesavenged]

nightmare

thor odinson x reader

feat. rhodey

~ wherein reader has a nightmare and seeks the comfort of the asgardian god

!! warnings !!

• depictions of panic/distress

• arguing/yelling

~ masterlist ~

authors note ;; just a hurt/comfort fic where reader suffers from nightmares and all they want is to be in the arms of thor.

you were at the compound, waiting anxiously on the return of your boyfriend thor. he had gone on a mission and you were worried sick as it was lasting much longer than he said it would. you continued to pace in the common room, not even realizing your lover had walked through the door until you heard the sound of it slamming behind him.

"thor!!" you smiled brightly as you saw him, running up to him to hug him. he only shoved you off of him.

"thor...? what's wrong?" you asked him, feeling incredibly hurt that he had pushed you away.

"can't you just leave me alone y/n!! i just got back, i want to rest." he raised his voice, something he had never done to you. you felt tears rushing to your eyes, thinking the worst.

"'m sorry.. i thought... i was just..." you trailed off, seeing nothing but anger and disgust on his features.

"y/n just leave!!! i can't take this anymore, you are incredibly needy and annoying!! i don't know why i ever asked you out! you disgust me!!" he yelled, his powerful voice booming through the room. you sobbed, pleading with him. he only shook his head.

"it is over, y/n. it's all your fault." he spat, lifting mjolnir as it was charged with lightning.

the scream that escaped your lips rippled through your room as your body ripped itself from your bed into an upright position. you found yourself in a cold sweat, trembling like a leaf in a hurricane. you needed thor, you needed to hear him say none of that was true. rhodey happened to be nearby and all but barged into your room, looking at you with concern written on his features.

"y/n what's wrong???" he asked, helping you up out of bed as he noticed your trembling body trying to stand.

"thor... i-i need thor.." you cried, knees threatening to break beneath you, sobs ready to pour from your hurting soul.

"he's in a meeting hon.." rhodey frowned, and you sobbed into his shoulder. you needed thor, you needed to hear his voice. you needed to be in his arms.

"i'm sorry y/n, is there anything i can do? at all?" you shook your head, whimpering.

"n-need thor.." you cried, clutching rhodeys shirt. he mumbled curses under his breath before picking you up and carrying you towards the meeting room thor was in. he knocked on the door, peaking his head in when tony said come in.

"thor, it's y/n..." rhodey said, thor immediately jumping up and leaving the room. his heart broke as he saw the state you were in, knowing he had to help right now. nothing else mattered, if he got in trouble for leaving the meeting he would deal with it later, his priority right now was you.

"little one... what happened?" he asked softly as he took you from rhodeys arms. you immediately clung to him, holding onto him as tight as you could.

"n-nightmare.." you whimpered, tears filling your eyes again as you remembered how your nightmare went.

"oh baby... do you want to talk about it?" he asked, keeping his voice soft. when you nodded, he picked you up carefully, taking you back to his room. he sat on the bed with you, allowing you to crawl into his lap still clinging to him with your life.

"i-it was about you..." you started, trying to slow your breathing so you could explain.

"y-you got back from a mission and... i-i tried to hug you and... you yelled at me... said i was needy... n' annoying... said i.. i disgusted you... and you took mjolnir and... a-and..." you sobbed again, not even wanting to speak about what nightmare thor did before you woke up.

"oh dear... little one you do not disgust me at all... you are perfect... you are not annoying or needy. i love you just the way you are, y/n. i wouldn't trade you for anyone or anything else in this world. and i would never hurt you. i swore to protect you and i will do just that until i draw my last breath." he held you tightly, his hand rubbing your back. once you calmed down you pulled away, looking into his eyes.

"promise you mean it..?" you asked slowly, staring deep into his eyes.

"i promise little one, i mean everything i said." he never once looked away, smiling as he looked back into your eyes, wiping the tears from your face. you smiled softly, hugging him once more.

"are you gonna get in trouble for leaving your meeting..?" you asked, feeling bad you may have gotten him in trouble.

"that is a problem i will deal with later. my priority right now is you." you smiled, relaxing in his hold. once you fell back asleep he made sure you were comfortable in bed, then making himself comfortable ignoring the knock on his door. he would deal with that issue another time, for now he was devoted to you.

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[archduchessgortash]

Snippets Sunday

Some bits from a few of my fics.

This is from Love Is A Tyrant, and it takes place immediately after this post, set on the night of the 21st of Eleasis, 1492 DR.

Female halfing Durge, Tyrsa aka D/Astarion

Eyes that were ever so slightly open beneath a lace of lashes a few shades darker than his brows had watched Tyrsa startle awake, observing in growing consternation as she silently fell to pieces in the light of the fire. Astarion watched her drink at the river out of the corners of his eyes, expecting her immediate return. He frowned as she washed and then lay down in the cold mud. 

She was obviously having nightmares, too. His were of Cazador, and his godsdamned rules. She'd said hers made her want to murder. Wouldn't it be lovely if they could trade? He'd happily dream of the powerful rush of taking a life over the twice-cursed paralyzing fear of his thrice-cursed master. Though… whatever she was dreaming of, it was certainly doing something to her, something he was none too sure he wished to experience.

She should just give in and murder someone—not him, of course, but there were bound to be more people nearby. He was surprised that their fight with that group of tomb raiders hadn't been enough to sate whatever need lurked within her. It had been torture for him. All that beautiful blood, pooling onto the ground when it could be filling his groaning belly. It smelled amazing. So had hers. 

The vampire spawn stood over the damp, sleeping halfling, watching as her chest rose and fell in a calm rhythm. He could break the first rule now. Why shouldn't he do it? It would probably be easy. She'd barely slept the night before. She was exhausted, probably wouldn't even wake if he lost control…

This one is from Chapter 6 of Not Today, Part 2: The Gondian Inconvenience.

It takes place on the 20th of Kythorn, 1483 DR.

Female Gnome Durge/Gortash

‘I didn't slap you for what you did to me. I slapped you because you worried Da'arr.’ ‘Hmph. That ring of yours doesn't actually control… them, does it? I thought that it didn't work for me because I needed time to attune to it before it would.’ ‘You could never attune to it. It was made for me specifically. And no, Da'arr controls themself. They are merely a thought away if I need them, ring or not.’ ‘A thought? Then why did you speak to them aloud?’ ‘To scare you, and to distract you. Silence on the part of a hostile party can certainly be frightening, but splitting your attention between reading my body language, deciphering speech you couldn't quite comprehend, and your attempts to gauge whether or not your seduction act was working on me provided a larger cross-section of your thoughts for me to overhear without requiring that I push deeper into your mind and possibly alert you to the presence of the spell.’ ‘You are clever, aren't you? Is there no reason the ring matches Da'arr's bracelet? I thought I was clever, in snatching it from you.’ ‘You would have been, if you had assumed correctly. Cleverness will only get you so far, though. Enough experience often removes the novelty from so-called clever ingenuity. I've seen my share of tricks; it makes them easier to spot. The ring and the bracelet are a set. Among other things, the ring allows me to travel with Da'arr safely when they move through rock, without the danger of suffocation. It also extends the scope of materials they can traverse beyond simple, unworked stone. Though they do leave marks behind on the masonry.’ ‘I've had to put a rug over it for now; I'll need to replace a whole section of the floor to correct it. They're a foul-mouthed creature, aren't they?’ ‘Uncovered the translation for vaárkh, did you?’

This one is from Chapter 16 of The Ribbon.

It takes place on the 22nd of Eleint, 1490 DR.

Male Dragonborn Durge, Praxas/Gortash

After wiping a string of his partner's saliva from both of their mouths, the dragonborn whispered, moving from one ear to the other, ‘One day soon, the world will be ours. Enslaved by the Absolute, the sheep will bow down and obey our every whim. You said that you like it better when I meet you halfway, but when I let you push me to my knees last night, you looked at me as though I had granted your deepest… darkest wish. You gave me everything that I asked you for, and then you held me as though you never wanted to let go.’ ‘I did say I was keeping you,’ the Chosen of Bane returned, pushing his fingers between the spikes on his partner's jaw as he rubbed his thumb under his chin, drawing a soft purr from him. ‘That you did,’ Bhaal's Chosen rumbled. ‘The thrill of it wasn't having you on your knees. I liked that you chose to be there, and I know that part of why you did it was to make me feel powerful. I thank you for that.’ Praxas stared down into the dark eyes of his partner as he vowed, ‘You are powerful, and I will never do that for anyone else. Only for you.’ ‘Me… and Bhaal, of course,’ Gortash supplied with a crooked smile. ‘In fact, no,’ the Bhaalspawn returned. ‘From the moment I set foot in Father's temple, I was to be perceived as his divine instrument of murder. In his house, I am his voice. Even before I took the mantle of his Chosen, I was not permitted to kneel in sight of a subordinate, even in prayer. You… are no subordinate, not even a Bhaalist, but a fellow Chosen, and you were doing my bidding when I let you push me to my knees.’ ‘Hmph,’ the Banite conceded softly, smiling as he continued, ‘I suppose I was, wasn't I? I don't mind the semantics; we both enjoyed it.’ With a small frown, he inquired, ‘Bhaal truly forbids you to kneel?’ ‘I am only allowed to do so in penance, but it may not be done in the presence of another Bhaalist. Not that I've ever had to do penance; I have done nothing but please my father since I joined the temple. If I am on my knees before one of my flock, it is because they have been bold enough to challenge me, I deemed them worthy to do so, they were skilled enough to actually defeat me, and I am about to be slain as a sacrifice to my father. Otherwise, I stand tall and proud in their midst. Any ritual that included kneeling, I was either exempted from, or permitted to perform standing up. It really stuck in Orin's craw, especially before I was Father's Chosen.’ ‘I can imagine.’ ‘But for you, peasant, I wish to do more than kneel. Before you grow drunk on the cheap wine of false adulation by our mindless thralls, I would have you quench your thirst on a real drink. No illithid influence required. This is what you have earned. Lie back, and leave everything… to me.’

This one is also from Love Is A Tyrant, but it's from Orin's POV, a one-shot I'm writing with the working title of Orin’s Farewell.

[The pairing in this part of the fic is Tyrsa aka D/Gortash]

It takes place on the 4th of Tarsakh, 1492 DR.

Descriptions of violence below the cut.

‘D didn't break your arm for ME!’ 

The lordling's words still echoed in her skull, bouncing, bouncing-bouncing-bouncing. Striking, tearing, splitting. Every place they struck howled, squirmed… and wept.

Banites are ALL deceivers. He lies. It's NOT true.

Orin the Red had returned to the Temple of Bhaal drenched in blood, having spent some of her fury on a halfling that reminded her vaguely of D and more on a human that could have been Gortash ten years and many scars ago. 

She'd left pieces of the man across four city blocks and used his head as a paintbrush to draw a large skull on the wall of the alley in his blood before punting it into a main causeway. Several voices had screamed in terror, easing the knot of pain inside with a spike of joy. She'd left most of the man's torso in the smeared puddle that was her pallette. 

However, Orin had only managed to stab the halfling in the chest five times. When she raised her dagger a sixth time, a memory seized her, of another time, another blade. Six wounds and a vow. She shrieked in pain and rage, blinking back tears. She stood, backed away from the body. 

Why did it have D's face?

The temple walls gave no comfort. They hadn't since she'd returned in Nightal. She'd run out of rage for now. All she could feel was the emptiness.

She walked slowly to her room, once her bloodkin's, now hers, like nearly everything else she had, even her blade… blades, both of them. She held a crumpled parchment in her hand, soiled with spots of blood.

I killed her. And I never told her. Does she know now what I did? Does she… understand?

Is she being tortured by Father for her disgrace? Or did her death honor him enough that she sits at his side? There was no honor in how I murdered her. 

Does she know?

Her first betrayal of her sister had happened in the middle of the night, in this very room. 

The changeling had unlocked the door.

Orin tossed the parchment onto her dresser, then walked to her bed and lifted her pillow, revealing a wavy-bladed green dagger with a steel skull in its cross guard. The Banite had given it to D over a year ago. She picked it up. It was light, beautiful and deadly. A perfect gift for the perfect chosen.

A folded note lay beneath it. She had found it hidden in this room once it had become hers. The first time Orin had read it, she had scoffed and called Gortash pathetic. As she read it this time��� it was different. 

Dearest D,

This is Stillmaker. I hope you approve of the design, that it is Bhaalist enough not to offend your father, as I wish that you wear it, always.

It grants the ability to cast a holding spell on a humanoid. Even if your own power to draw upon the weave is expended, the blade will provide you one more chance to stop me, should Bane somehow drive me to turn against you. I give you this as a symbol of my trust. If ever I harm you, it will NOT be willingly.

This is the first gift I've crafted for you, but it will not be the last. I have already designed the perfect piece of jewelry, but it will take much, much longer to make. 

All my love,

Env

Orin had always seen the lordling as D's pet, little more than a diversion, but his infatuation with her ran deep. It had made tormenting him by shifting into D and subjecting him to cruelty at her perceived hands an unparalleled delight. The way his confusion had contorted almost instantly to distress… and fear. How he tried to reason with her, to make sense of it, though not the first time. 

The first time, she had said something that he must have been certain D wouldn't say, and the emotions only flickered through his face for a moment before his eyes narrowed and he calculated, all too quickly, that she was an impostor. ‘Ah, Orin,’ he'd said flatly. ‘What do you want?’ 

The second time, she'd done a more convincing portrayal of her sibling, causing the Banite significant distress, alarm and even hurt before he'd detected her deception. It seemed that because of his feelings for D, he dropped his guard entirely, almost on sight of her. It allowed Orin to cut deeper before he would realize it was all a game, and that he wasn't even a player, just a piece on the board.

After the third time, however, her bloodkin, who called her little sister, had turned on her. For him. 

Now, the lordling would have her believe that D had done it for a very different reason.

[girlashfur]

Serene Feathers : The Mother God

the mother god, often simply called mother by all geese, is a spiritual figure that each and every goose is taught the story of as they grow. they credit her for their gifts and talent, for their individuality, and for their life itself.

on the rare chance a goose is not taught her tale, and lives out an atheistic life, they are treated as below other geese and often outcast. this atheistic view is especially common among domestic geese, who seem to have abandoned the mother god. this is also heavily looked down upon, and treated as something to both pity and shun.

the mother's real name is hanhi. it is typically seen as disrespectful to refer to her with her direct name unless one is a prophet or seer of sorts, so they are taught to call her mother, mother god, or (in formal settings only) mother god hanhi.

it is said that, a very long time ago, before time itself, there was plenty of gods who freely roamed the earth, walking, swimming, and flying about to do as they please. they all had mutual respect with one another, and fights did not break out.

the goose god, hanhi, was a jack of all trades. she could fly and float about in the sky, free with the other bird gods. she could swim and dive deep underneath the water, free with the frogs and the fish gods. and she could, of course, roam and walk the dry land, free with the bear, squirrel and wolf gods.

the swan god, eala, was jealous of hanhi. he could swim like a fish, fly like a bird, and walk like a man, too; why wasn't he considered free, like hanhi? it wasn't fair. he was sick of living inside her shadow.

the one weakness hanhi and other bird gods had, was that they had to swallow small stones routinely for their gizzards, or else they wouldn't be able to digest their food properly. eala, who had a gizzard as well, was well aware of this weakness, and used it to his advantage.

eala watched over hanhi closely, and began to memorize her daily schedule. he noticed that she primarily stayed near a particular lake, where she would fly about in the day, then rest in the water at sunset, and eventually sleep on the land's shore at night. he knew she would feast upon the small, smooth pebbles on the shorebed to fill her gizzard.

one night, while she rested on the shorebed and was soft asleep, eala came and sprinkled poison on the small pebbles all along the shore, and flew away before the sun came to rise. hinha woke up the next morning, and swallowed some of the pebbles, not knowing they were poisoned.

she fell deathly ill soon after, but still managed to fly and float about in the sky, swim and dive in the water, and when she came to rest and sleep on the land at night, she curled up on the beach, her head tucked under her wing, and slept. she did not wake up the next morning.

the other bird gods wept, for when they noticed their dear friend was gone and passed, they were beyond distraught. all of them mourned her greatly, and when word spread, so did the fish and frogs, so did the wolves and squirrels and bears. all creatures in the woods began to cry together...all of them except eala.

the animals began to realize he was the one who had poisoned her, and for this they cast him out. they cursed eala, and stretched out his neck, to almost twice it's length before. they said that as his punishment, he shall have a neck the the size and length of a snake, to show his treachery and jealousy, for all eons until the end of time.

eala, now cursed forever, hissed and spat and fussed about, but up in the sky, deep above in the stars, where no other animal could come to reach, hanhi would come to live again. her spirit was reborn among the stars and the sun and the moon, to live in the vast night sky forever, as a gift for her sacrifice of life. this is where she remains now, watching over all geese from above, guiding them until the end.

[beevean]

"You're not even a little bit impressed?" "It's like a museum dedicated to the extermination of my people, so no. Not thrilled."

This scene gets pretty much no follow up, except I suppose to justify why Alucard is such an asshole to Trevor, but you know what? I think it deserves to be unpacked.

That is the skull of a vampire child there. We never see one of them on screen, so why was this detail included? Well, it paints the Belmonts as morally grey heroes. Alucard really, really hates the Belmont hold, he mocks the whole clan non stop and even calls them "mentally ill hoarders", and we're supposed to agree with him, because look! They collected skulls! They killed children! Poor Alucard feels sorry for "his people"!

Step by step.

A vampire child is, in this context, likely a child that was turned into a vampire. This is horrifying if you think about it for more than two seconds. Either vampire children in this universe are Twilight-style, poor kids perpetually stuck at the age they were turned, never allowed to grow up, only knowing a world of pain and perpetual thirst and violence; or they're IWTV-style, people who do mentally grow up and become adults, but are stuck in the body of a child and so they will forever be treated as such, feeling forever the disconnection between appearance and mind.

In short, killing them is a mercy. It's almost disrespectful to just... drop this part of lore, that vampires apparently are not above turning children, and never elaborate on that. Fucking Breaking Dawn had them as a pivotal plot point! How can you do something worse than that book?!

But no, we are meant to be horrified. We are meant to think that maybe the Belmonts were not pure heroes after all, because that's #deep, because goodness is for sissies. Combine this with everything I said about how poorly the whole clan is treated in the show, and it just keeps getting worse.

Then there's the asshole himself, Alucard.

"My people"? Really. Alucard, sweetie, you're not a vampire. You're a dhampir. You're an unique creature, half-and-half, with both heritages. From an adaptation standpoint, making Alucard side with his vampire heritage is missing the point as hard as turning Hector into a perpetual victim with no agency. Alucard in the games slept most of his life away because he believed his bloodline to be cursed. This may be even more OOC than his constant cuntness.

But that's not even the main issue. Are we... are we treating vampires like a whole different race that the Belmonts exterminated? I. I can't even begin to explain the issues with this.

They drink children's blood and turn them into hellish creatures. They enjoy slaughtering people, enslaving them at best, and seen prone to world conquering/destroying plans. And you're treating them as a race hunted down by oppressors? A race that has children whose death is framed as particularly gruesome? A race that we're supposed to sympathize with, against the main hero clan?

Oh boy. And then you remember the "cabal of vampires in control of the slave trade" stuff in Nocturne. yeah. uhm. someone didn't think things through.

This scene would make slightly more sense if vampires could reproduce with each other. In this sense, they would all be innocent, and vampire children wouldn't be tragic monsters. But it has never been established, and of course it doesn't make sense for undead creatures to be able to breed - dhampirs are supposed to be exceptional. However, you'll notice that the show treats vampires as if they were almost elves, a supernatural, superior species separated from humans, not humans turned into monsters (although lip service is paid when Carmilla questions why Lisa was never turned). Convert "vampires" to "elves", and suddenly everything clicks into place.

And all of this. All of this for one picture of a child skull that is completely irrelevant to the plot and lore.

I keep being amazed just by how deep the rabbit hole of terrible writing goes with this show.

[tobiasdrake]

After much chasing, what do we have for a boss?

Is the lifesaver Wentworth? I want Wentworth to like me. I want so bad for Wentworth to like me. He's so cool. ._. And I would like for the Warrior Cook's efforts in taming him to not end in stabbing.

Oh, that will be a piece of cake, then. I'm good at stabbing fireballs.

Uh. H... Heeeeeeey buddy... Uh... Are we... are we cool?

WENTWORTH NO I NEED THAT FOR STANDING

Dragon fighting pro-tip: DO NOT DO WHATEVER I'M FUCKING DOING RIGHT NOW HOLY SHIT THIS IS A TERRIBLE IDEA

Oh so this is what he meant by "attack the fireballs". Easy enough to forge a path via twirly-doos!

Gotta remember to write that down. "A dragon's greatest weakness: Excessive twirly-doos".

IF YOU'D STOP GETTING BACK UP I WOULDN'T HAVE TO KEEP DOING IT

This hurts me a lot more than it hurts you, Wentworth. So, so much more. You've killed me three times.

OH FUCK ME Did I just kill him?

It's okay. I don't think Luana cares as much about you as the Artificer so I should be in--

...or I uncursed him by hitting him really hard. Huh. Guess that's all you needed to do.

That the Warrior Cook was able to tame him without actually breaking his curse in the process honestly makes that accomplishment even more impressive.

Ago. You were watching me a long time ago. It's been Ambiguous Length of Time since the halcyon days of you stabbing me in the junk.

Things are different now. I have a cool hat. Care to try your luck?

...disguise?

<.< >.> Do I... Do I know... anybody? Monkshroom? Necromancer?

Are you the Shopkeeper? Him and Quarble are the only people I have a close, personal relationship with. Have you been popping out of the shop to stab me in the junk periodically?

Because that... does sound like something he'd do. Between you and me, I don't think he likes me very much. But it's okay because he might be an assclown.

...

Aephorul? Are you Aephorul? Because if you are, you've seriously let yourself go if you're having a hard time throwing hands with me. Did Luana, Solen, and the Warrior Cook beat you so hard that you're still broken and battered to this day?

Oh. Butt gravy. No, uh... *finger snap snap snap* Bug raver. You were an inspiration to Luana until you ruined her birthday party. You were basically Erlina's +1, more than a significant participant in events yourself. Kinda like Solen; At least, according to Luana's telling of the story.

Vaguely? Honestly, I don't know why you bothered disguising yourself, man. All of you demons blur together. And it's not like we've been doing anything different from what we would be doing if you'd come after me openly.

Wait a minute, you said you're "now certain" that you can take me. Does that mean you were on the fence before? I know I might be ninja trained and all that but I cannot stress enough how just some guy I am.

I actually had you quaking in your cloven hooves, that day at the ninja village? You needed all this time to work up the nerve to fight me for real? Because man, that does not speak well of your abilities. Luana wrote that you two traded down when you became demons and I'm starting to see it now.

In any case, you made mistakes. You should have come at me full throttle when you had the chance. But now, I'm more than some guy. I'm some guy with a hat. And I'm going to carve out your throat you miserable piece of--

FUCK. Gravity. My hat is powerless against its iron grip!

Okay, I was in freefall for about 2-3 minutes and I'm still not sure how I managed to go straight from the stratosphere to Hell without running into anything, land or ocean, between.

...I'm sure this is fine.

[lars-n-drix]

Ask; Have you considered Chayann3 x Techn0blade? [Reupload]

Can't say I have but now that I'm thinking about 'em, Chayann3 would for sure have a muscle kink.

With all the code, Cucuruch0, and the federation sewing discord, Ph1lza begs T3chn0 to help train Chayann3. But due to adopting T@llul@h, the task falls to his shoulders alone. 'Damn birdbrain,' T3chn0 curses under his breath. Not that it's a Herculean task. It's actually quite enjoyable as they had great synergy together. Getting on better than a molasses spill. The duo trades blow for blow as their swords collide. T3chn0 has the upper hand with experience and stamina. Barely breaking a sweat as he pins Chayann3 to the ground, blade against his throat. The piglin that glares down at him isn't his uncle but some war hardened stranger. Which should scare him but it doesn't. Instead it sends shivers down his spine that makes Chayann3 want to squeeze his legs together.

It's during puberty that Chayann3 puts it together. And it doesn't help with how observant his uncle is. 'Alright, time out. Why have you gotten sloppy all of a sudden?' Chayann3 can't tell his uncle that it's because of how opaque his poet shirt gets after absorbing a bucket of sweat. How it gives him the most mouth watering view of his abs, decorated with a dozen nipples. Each with a golden ring pierced through them. Raising and falling in tandem with his labored breathing. Or how his arms flex every time he raises his sword. That he daydreams about how easy it would be for T3chn0 to manhandle him into any position he so desired. Even with what little muscle he had gained since these training sessions began. 'Just not feeling it.'

'Bullshit!.' T3chn0 swung his blade down so fast that Chayann3 barely had any time to block it. Parrying to buy himself some time to think. 'Mhmpf' The piglin's shocked noise being swallowed by the tiny dragon hybrid. Chayann3 ignored how the tusks bit at his skin. 'That's why.' Swiping his sword out of reach as he spoke as his laid on the grass. 'This is highly inappropriate,' T3chn0 hissed. Not that he was truly protesting the action. Usually having to rub one out afterwards in the shower, denying it had anything to do with his nephew. That it was the adrenaline still trapped in his system. 

Emboldened by T3chn0 trapped beneath him, Chayann3 untied the strings to his trousers, bony hands forcing his cocks out of his pants. Legs dangled from they rested on T3chn0's hips, ass cushioned by his thighs. T3chn0 aptly watched, letting him think he had control in the situation, not wanting to scare him away. Especially when all of him was quadruple the size. 'Hah, at least spit on it. Please!' T3chn0 groaned, hoofed hand clutched to the younger's side so he wouldn't buck his hips. Entirely out of his realm regarding the amount of force he should use. Not wanting to hurt his precious nephew. Chayann3 followed his command, letting a loogie fall from his throat.

Smoke drifted from the dragon hybrid's nose as he attempted to fit just one of his cocks in his hand. Bringing his head down to kitten-lick the tips. Tongue tracing the veins, precum reeked of salt. 'C'mere, not going to even try, you're too small for that right now,' T3chn0 reassured, seeing Chayann3's eyes go wide. Directed to sit in front of his cocks, T3chn0 told him to rut his hips backwards. The piglin's cocks dragged against his hole but never penetrating. 

'Be a good boy and cum for me.' Chest heaving as he used his grip on Chayann3's side to force him to go faster. Thrusting upwards to bounce his legs up and down. 'There you go, there you go.' A warmth splattered against Chayann3's back as the dragon hybrid came on the piglin's stomach. 

[kinetic-elaboration]

July 9: Murphy/Clarke, Secret

Very early S1 Murphy/Clarke, ~1,000 words, for the prompt "secret" for July Break Bingo @julybreakbingo.

This ficlet was also written in response to a request by Robrae in a comment on AO3 for Clurphy in canonverse.

Written in about 40 minutes.

*

Back in the Skybox, most of the guys put on a front: fearless, arrogant, and rude. This exaggerated bravado was partly to ward off the usual existential dread—the prison atmosphere, the looming threat of death. But also to attract girls.

Skybox courtship followed a certain pattern: first annoyance and rejection, then curiosity, sometimes amusement, then boredom. Eventually even the assholes with their unsubtle pickup lines started to look pretty good. Horniness, and more dread. Pretty soon you're hooking up to feel alive or starting relationship drama to pass the time.

Clarke was in solitary so she doesn't know any of this, and unlike the girls in gen pop, she has neither time nor patience for sly winks and swagger. All the guys showing off their new Earth muscles by chopping wood or curing meat, they're trying to gain points with Bellamy and his crew first and foremost, sometimes, depending on who’s watching trying to flirt. But they're not trying to lure Clarke. They know better.

Murphy knows better too, which is why he's just as shocked as the rest of camp would be, if they only knew, that every other night he and Clarke trade off sneaking into each other's tents. Without discussion, they agreed that their arrangement should remain a secret. Something unspoken perhaps because it's shameful, perhaps because it's too ill-defined and ill-formed. What's he supposed to say anyway? That Clarke's his girlfriend? Not likely. Attaching labels to it, squashing it down into words and sentences, confessions, rumors, announcements or news, all that would tip over the delicate balance they've created. Just like they're baking a soufflé, they have to be quiet. Too much noise would send the whole thing falling down.

Clarke would probably find the soufflé metaphor funny, because, like most people, she doesn't know that the cook books in the Ark library database were his favorites. She'd laugh if he tried to call himself a chef. He's a lackey. A thug. He's in with the in-crowd because Bellamy saw something useful in him, something dead about the eyes that screamed out enforcer—or maybe he just knows from his little brat of a sister that Murphy was a lifer, unaccustomed to normal society, ready to follow strength and show it loyalty.

Most of that is true.

So if Clarke sees those traits in him and no others, he can't blame her, and if he keeps the quiet, soft, vulnerable parts of him hidden, whatever they are, it's for the same reason he put up his tough guy persona every day for four and a half long years up in the box: to ward off the dread, to get the girl.

A part of him says that Clarke wouldn't laugh, that she'd get real quiet and thoughtful and maybe brush his hair out of his eyes. He's been watching her during the day. She bends and softens at vulnerabilities; she knows she'll never get anything out of people who are kicked when they're already down. But then maybe he just likes the fantasy of it: a beautiful woman with power who tells him his dreams aren't dumb, who speaks with authority in the dark and silence just as she does out there in the chaos of daylight in the camp.

How he got such a girl he still doesn't entirely know. He'd cut himself badly working on one of the new structures, the wooden hutch where they hope to cure their meat. She was alone in the corner of the Dropship they've curtained off as Medical, and as she wiped the blood away and he hissed low curses and winced at the pain, she started talking to distract him, and he found out she was calm and clear-headed and brave in a crisis. That she looked beautiful as she pressed antiseptic to his skin, and that she could make him laugh when he didn't think he could. What she saw in him in those moments, he has no idea. That's just another secret, too deeply buried to disturb. But she held his hands a long time, even after he was all bandaged up and ready to go. She was kneeling on the floor in front of him, strands of hair pasted to her forehead with sweat.

He thought she'd probably banish him for kissing her but it seemed a fair risk, for that one reckless moment of time before he leaned in. Instead, she grabbed fistfuls of his hair and bit his lip.

In the perfect silence of the hour before the changing of the guard, that night, she crept across the dirt and deadened, yellow grass and scraped her nails like ghost-sounds down the nylon side of his tent. He let her in.

Maybe he's just around, a body, an opportunity—something she missed in her months of isolation, an outlet to her frustrations and her fatigue and her fears. Except she could have any damn person in camp if she wanted them. Maybe she's with him because she knows he won't brag. Ms. Griffin the Council Member's daughter in his bed.

Sometimes afterward they lie together in the quiet, listening to the wind in the trees, the footsteps of the night watch on patrol. Low, skittering forest sounds that he can't name. Tree leaves swept off their branches and thrown against the tent. Clarke climbs half on top of him and presses her ear to his heart and he gets his fingers all tangled up in her hair. They talk about the Skybox and he tells her about the arrogant and frightened young men. Then other stories. The long years, the distortion of time, the rituals—visiting day, birthdays, holidays—the new people coming in and the old going out. Less often, they talk about the camp and its progress. Sometimes she tells him about her parents and her friends back on the Ark.

She holds back a lot more than he does. He hears the hesitation in her voice, the care she puts into her words.

But it's all right.

He feels her chest rising and falling as she breathes, pressed against his chest. She's warm and heavy on top of him. Some nights it feels like she might stay there forever, like the time before the last gray hour before dawn, when she'll gather up her stuff and sneak away, is really all the time left in the world.