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rocorambles · 4 years ago

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Home Schooling

Pairing: Stepdaddy!Meian x Reader

Genre/Warnings: Yandere, Pseudo-Cest, NSFW, Invasion of Privacy, Overbearing and Controlling Behavior, Manipulation, Gaslighting, Non-Con/Rape, Degradation, Overstimulation, Humiliation

Summary: Why would Meian let you go to college in Tokyo when he can teach you everything you need to know right here in Osaka?

A/N: Happy birthday @iwaasfairy ! Of course I need to dedicate my first ever Meian fic to you on this very special day~ I hope this fic manifests a real life DILF Meian for you!!!

Meian has always been protective, even before your mother’s untimely demise. You remember how uncomfortable you had been about this handsome man waltzing into your family home one day, acting like a father figure almost since day one. Only your love for your mother and your desire for her to find happiness again kept your mouth shut, although when she wasn’t in view, you not so subtly found ways to keep your contact with the older man as minimal as possible.

There’s nothing necessarily “wrong” with Meian. In all honesty, if he weren’t so overwhelmingly involved with your life, you’d even argue that he’s a great guy. You can tell he truly cares for your mom, maybe even loves her— although you gag at the cheeky winks and flirtatious touches they generously dote on each other in front of you. And you’re happy for her! You really are. It’s been a long time since you’ve been forced to rely only on yourselves, only on each other. You’ve seen how hard she’s tried, keeping a strong front whenever you’re around, working twice as hard as anyone else to try and fill the aching hole in both your hearts from the loss of your father. If anyone deserves happiness, it’s her.

But there’s something unnerving, even aggravating, about the way Meian interferes with every aspect of your life. You can’t help a strange foreboding feeling twisting inside of you as a heavy gaze trails after you wherever you go, as he begins to rope you into every conversation he has with your mother, almost demanding and insistent about not letting you withdraw to your room despite your well-meaning wishes to give them their privacy.

You try to be on your best behavior, not wanting to be the reason your mom’s new relationship is ruined, especially when you can see just how much she likes him. But every time he opens his mouth and questions everything you do, everything you wear, and everything you say, you can feel your temper rise, wondering where his audacity to act as a father figure comes from.

It’s easy enough to retreat to your room, closing your door and sighing in relief as you escape those sharp eyes. You find comfort in the fact that you have at least one safe place he can’t breach, finding false security in the hope that he’d never invade an adult woman’s bedroom. Except he does, and your heart drops when you notice the miniscule adjustments in your room — your underwear drawer slightly ajar with some pieces missing, your bedsheets slightly rumpled in a way you know you hadn’t left them this morning. Things you know you could never bring up to your mother without sounding like a madwoman. So without irrefutable proof, you keep quiet, knowing that at least there’s not much more time left before you can truly run away from all of this.

Being an adult comes with many responsibilities and adventures, and together, your mother and you pore over myriads of college pamphlets, debating which locations make the most sense, planning how you’re going to make the finances work, and thinking about which colleges have the courses best suited for you. It’s a fun and stressful rollercoaster, but you beam when your mother proudly ruffles your hair, when you both agree on you leaving Osaka behind and adventuring out, creating new memories and beginnings in a different city.

(“Plus, I’ll be able to visit you and play tourist”, your mom excitedly says, and you giggle, letting her affectionately hold you as you stare at the universities you’ve narrowed your choices down to.)

The future seems bright and exciting as you studiously sit down and scan over textbooks and practice exams, dutifully attending your tutoring sessions, cramming for the college entrance exam. It’s all going to plan, except Meian has different opinions. And this time, you can’t hold back the scowl when he yet again goes on and on about how he doesn’t understand why you can’t just stay in Osaka for college.

It’s not a new argument by any means. Just the same few questions being twisted and worded differently and tossed back in your face on a daily basis.

“Don’t you think your mom will be lonely if you move away and only come back for the holidays?”

“Isn’t that what you’re here for? To keep her company?”

“Don’t you feel bad about spending your mom’s carefully saved money on room and board when you could just continue living with us instead and just pay tuition?”

You silently thank your mom when she steps in, firmly telling Meian that she doesn’t mind, that this is exactly why she’s saved up.

But the arguments keep on coming, and you can feel the tension growing in your household, your own stomach churning with guilt and worry, wondering if you’ll end being the cause of their breakup after all as you constantly hear their raised voices going back and forth about you leaving or staying in Osaka.

So despite your discomfort and wariness towards Meian, you can’t help the relieved grin that stretches across your face when your mom comes squealing to you, flinging her arms around your body and shoving her gorgeous engagement ring in your face. You even muster up a slightly tight smile, that only feels a little forced, as you look to the tall man who leans in the doorway, muttering congratulations before directing your attention back to your mom, fondly smiling as she continues raving about her new piece of jewelry, ignoring the way Meian continues to loiter around the both of you.

Your mom is the most beautiful bride as she walks down the aisle and you stare in awe at how she glows, hoping one day you’ll look even remotely as mesmerizing as she does. And while you look on, star-eyed and in wonder, at the woman who had raised you, you miss the way dark eyes intently gaze at you, eyes that should be on the woman he’s about to publicly vow to be with his entire life.

Maybe if you had been more aware, more cautious, you wouldn’t have so eagerly waved both of them off on their honeymoon, wouldn’t have been so excited to shove your mom towards the airport, giving her one last hug and kiss before sillily demanding that she enjoy herself and have the best time of her life.

Maybe then your heart wouldn’t be shattered into a thousand tiny pieces as you collapse in Meian’s strong arms, sobbing uncontrollably and shaking your head in denial when he returns by himself and breaks the news of your mother’s passing.

You delay going to college in Tokyo for a year, allowing yourself time and space to grieve. Or so you had planned, but it seems that Meian has no intention of letting you have your privacy. You share the house with him after your mother’s funeral, unable to argue against him completely moving in when he now owns the property.

He’s still up to his usual overbearing ways, although his tone is softer as he treats you like a wounded animal, carefully handling you as he rouses you from your sleep in the mornings, startling you the first few times he sits on the edge of your bed and wakes you up by tenderly stroking your cheek, preparing all your meals for you and scolding you when he thinks you haven’t eaten enough. It’s almost frightening how easily you fall into his rhythm, not even flinching after a while when his large hand finds itself on your face, your shoulder, your back, your hand, your thigh. Tiny, seemingly platonic touches border the line of what’s appropriate for a guardian and their ward. Although, deep down, you know the two of you are diving in dangerous territory when you feel his knuckle brush against the swell of your ass briefly, his calloused fingertips quickly skimming your breasts, his palm squeezing just a tad too high up your thigh.

But you seek any remaining softness your mother had instilled in your heart for a man who’s lost his wife of just a few days, letting your new guardian (you don’t dare call him father) do as he pleases, not wanting to deal with any more conflict when your heart is still mending. And maybe, just maybe, you find some solace in his touches, in the love he forces upon you, seeking even just a hint of the parental affection your mother had bestowed upon you.

Time heals all wounds, or so they say. You can’t agree that it resolves everything, but you can admit that you’re feeling much better now that a year is almost up, ready to move on, live your life, and make your mother proud. You start re-looking into Tokyo housing, comparing the expenses of living off-campus versus living in the dorms, typing and reworking budgets over and over again in your Excel sheet until your eyes burn and you let out a huge yawn.

Coffee now. Budgets later.

You trudge to the kitchen, brewing a fresh pot of dark caffeinated liquid, letting out a pleased sound when the aroma fills the air, happily making your way back to your room to revisit some of your calculations, mug in hand. But you freeze when you see Meian sitting at your desk, clicking through the different tabs of apartment and dorm options you had been looking at, scrutinizing your planned expenses.

There’s no reason for the guilt that claws at your chest when you see the way his jaw clenches as he turns to look at you, hurt in his eyes as he silently demands an explanation for what he’s looking at. But it’s guilt that has you slamming down the mug on your desk and planting your firsts on your hips in a confrontational stance, that has defensive angry words spewing from your lips as you yell at him for invading your privacy, that has you storming towards him and trying to shove his much larger and stronger frame away from your computer.

But it’s futile and you gasp when you’re pulled into his lap, his hands easily pinning you to him and holding you still as he holds you in a mockery of an embrace, your back against his toned chest, his mouth right against your ear.

“You were just going to leave for Tokyo without telling me?”

You want to stay angry, want to continue twisting and fighting against his grip. But the vulnerability you hear in his words has you staying still, has you anxiously biting your lower lip as you try and find the right words to soothe the man clutching you.

“I- I didn’t think I needed to tell you anything. This was always the plan. You knew I only put off attending college for a year to take some time for myself. But I’ll come back and visit during the holidays-”

Your words are cut off by a pained gasp as thick arms tighten their hold on you, but the growled threat in your ear has your anger bubbling over, masking any other feeling.

“You’re not leaving.”

The matter of fact tone, the final decisiveness of the words, the way Meian leaves no room for discourse or arguments, has you lashing out at him and before you can second guess yourself, the position you’re in, or the difference in power between the two of you. In a matter of seconds, you’re snarling right back at him.

“You’re not my father! You can’t tell me what I can or can’t do.”

Righteous pride swells in your chest and you spare him a sharp, wicked grin, haughtily tilting your head up condescendingly, basking in the viciousness of your words. But what you aren’t expecting is the hearty laugh he responds with, something dark and gleeful swirling in his eyes as a cruel smile cuts across his face.

“You’re right. I’m not your father, not even your guardian. So this is fine, right?”

You scream as the arms still wrapped around you haul you up, your limbs thrashing and flailing as you try to force your way free from his iron grip to no avail. Fear and anger make you hysteric as you register the fact that you’re quickly approaching the room that once belonged to your mother, the room Meian now resides in. Disbelief and nausea overtake you when you’re assaulted by the familiar four walls as you’re haphazardly tossed onto the bed, sobbing as memories of your mother surround you and invade your thoughts while calloused hands easily tear your clothes off your body.

But you’re immediately silenced, sobs turning into choked whimpers as a large hand grabs the bottom half of your face, fingers digging into your cheeks, a palm suctioning your mouth shut.

“Where are all those manners your mother taught you? What would she think if she heard you throwing a temper tantrum like a child?”

The callousness of his words hits you like a ton of bricks. Meian smirks at the new round of fat, watery drops that stream down your face, mockingly cooing down at you, calling you a good girl, praising your newfound silence as his hand slowly drags down until it's wrapped around your neck, where he lightly squeezes, reveling in the adorable whimper you release.

But as pathetically amusing as you are, sniveling and choking under him, there’s more that he’s keen on seeing. You feel like a slab of meat under his observant gaze. Prized meat, but meat all the same as he runs his hands across your figure like a butcher testing the firmness of his livestock, pinching and prodding almost methodically, coldly. Only the amusement and hunger in his eyes are indicative of how much this is truly affecting him. Yet it’s tolerable, barely, if you just stare up at the ceiling, pretending you’re at an incredibly invasive medical exam.

He’d be offended by how hard you’re trying to ignore him if it weren’t for the telltale signs of your arousal that you desperately try to deny. He grins at how your nipples harden from just a few teasing circles, how your clit stands to attention, your pretty folds already beginning to glisten as he pets your velvety walls. You’re even more beautiful than he had imagined after watching you prance around the home in your skimpy loungewear. And suddenly, his pants are far too tight, cock straining uncomfortably against the fabric he’s quick to rip off. It’s music to his ears when you shakily say his name over and over again, as you try and resist the way he forces himself between your legs, hands spreading your thighs apart, toned body pinning you down, something hard nudging at your tight entrance.

“Meian, please. Please! Please, Meian.”

He ignores your tears, ignores the other words of resistance that slip past your mouth, head dipping down to your mouth and neck, kissing and marking every part of you he can reach, murmuring for you to call him by his first name. And when he loses patience with your whining, you finally acquiesce as he forcefully shoves himself balls deep inside you, a sneer ruining his handsome face as he lightly slaps your face in approval when you wail his first name, “Shugo” howled in an agonizing exclamation as you try to somehow dislodge him from ripping you in two.

“Look at that, the little slut can behave when she wants to. I bet your mother would be so proud.”

You hate how he drags your mom’s name in the ground as he defiles you, violates you in the bed they had once shared. You hate how his large frame feels crushing you, overpowering you, making you feel so incredibly helpless and weak. But mostly, you hate the slick lewd sounds your pussy makes as he pounds hard and fast into you, the undeniable proof that your body doesn’t hate this nearly as much as it should. Hot angry disgusted tears roll down your face as you glare up at him, desperately fighting back the rising moans threatening to humiliate you even more.

Your little defiant attitude is punished by Meian thrusting even harder into you, practically bending you in half as he pushes down on the back of your thighs, forcing you into a mating press. And he laughs at your wrecked face, hungrily taking in the way your eyes roll back in your head, the way your jaw drops wide open, your tongue and rivulets of drool trickling down your face, wanton moans loudly filling the room.

“For all your whining and complaining, you sure do look like you’re enjoying this, sweetheart.”

You wish you could deny his words, retort back with a scathing remark, do anything really. But when he reaches a hand between the two of you and rubs rapid circles against your erect clit, hips still pistoning against yours, cock stuffing you full, your mind blanks and an animal-like howl tears through the room as your body convulses, pussy walls clamping down and quivering as you cream all over the shaft still dragging against your sensitive walls, only heightening your peak.

Meian briefly wonders if this is what heaven feels like (or as close to heaven as someone like him is going to get) as he groans at the way your velvety walls milk his cock, gritting his teeth to not be dragged over the edge with you. He’s not delusional to think that any of this is right, the photo of his ex-wife, your mother silently watching you from the nightstand only emphasizing just how wrong this all is, but he can’t bring himself to care. Not when you’re a fucked out mess underneath him, so obediently and submissively slurring his name over and over again, drowning in pleasure and bliss.

There’s nothing more he wants than to just lose himself in the feeling of your tight walls, to fill you, mark you, claim you with his seed, but he’s not quite ready for a full house just yet. He has a few more years alone with you all planned out in his head before he breeds your pretty little womb. So just as his control teeters on the edge, he pulls out of you, casually sitting back and spreading his legs, slowly stroking his cock as he orders you to come and suck him off.

He’s almost proud of the little fight you still have left in you, lips quirking upwards at the way you try to ignore him, trying to look anywhere but at him. But his balls are almost painfully tight, his cock aching for release.

“Suck me off like a good girl or I’m going to cum inside of you over and over again until you’re knocked up. Bet your mother would have loved that for you. Her precious college-bound girl turned into a pregnant uneducated whore.”

It’s an empty threat, but you don’t ever need to know that, not when it has you obeying so well as he threads his fingers through your hair, groaning as your hot wet mouth sinks down on his cock still covered in your essence. All it takes is a few harsh shoves of your face, his hand pulling you up and down like a warm fleshlight, and as he finally reaches his end, he completely pulls you off, arching your neck back in a way that leaves your mouth open as he spurts thick white stripes all over your face and in your orifice.

You make to wipe your face, grateful at least that this is all over, but before you can move even an inch, you yelp as you’re shoved back down on your back, hands instinctively trying to push at broad shoulders as your legs are once again forced open. You’re a quick learner though, and with one dark warning look from the man whose face is now hovering over your spent hole, you instantly bring your hands down to your sides, clawing and fisting the ruined bed sheets instead as Meian ravenously licks and laps at your dripping cunt. The disgusting wet sounds echo in your ears as pleasure and shame swirl inside of you, a crescendo ascending too quickly, too high.

But your thrashing and blissed out pleas to stop, to let you rest, only serve to whet Meian’s appetite even more. Time becomes surreal and meaningless as you drown and float in a mixture of pain and pleasure, brought to climax over and over again until you feel boneless, your pussy and body ceaselessly twitching, mind broken beyond repair as you babble incoherently, unsure of anything except the lips and tongue at work between your thighs.

You cum one last time, body barely moving aside from a slight shudder, too worn out, too dazed to even comprehend the fact that Meian unravels himself from you, wiping his face of your arousal and taking a few swigs of water before making his way towards your desk and dialing the admissions office number he finds. And as the phone rings and he leans back in your chair, he adoringly gazes at the sinful display you make, looking like the epitome of debauchery as your body splays out, a stupid blissed out expression on your face, reeking of sex and sweat.

He strokes his cock as it rises back to life, raring to go again as he licks his lips, tasting your sweet juices on his tongue, never stopping even when a voice finally comes through the line. He only pauses slightly to bite back a laugh when something shatters in your pretty eyes, a sliver of realization piercing through your dazed look as you hone in on his conversation.

But you do nothing to stop him, unable to do anything but listlessly stare and watch as he cancels your enrollment in front of you, hangs up the phone, and casually makes his way back towards you as if he hadn’t ruined years of hard work and decimated your future plans in mere minutes.

“There’s no need to go all the way to Tokyo for education, sweetheart. Not when I can teach you everything you need to know right here. Now open up your mouth so we can get your first lesson started.”

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that-blue-vault-dweller · 3 years ago

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TW Companions react to sole getting raped? Also like the new PFP 😫? 💜❤

I absolutely love your new profile pic!!! It's gorgeous!!! 😍😍😍

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Cait - Is going to kill the person that did this. She demands to know what he looked like and where F!Sole last saw him. If she is too upset to tell her, Cait just carefully holds her for a while until she has calmed down enough to talk to her about it. When she gets a description, Cait heads out, her specially modified baseball bat wrapped in razor wire in her hands, and when she finds the person that did it, she makes them confess before beating them to a pulp until they're a nasty mess of gore.

Piper - Is some really crazy combo of sick to her stomach and angry as can be. However, she is ultimately just shocked and feeling terrible for her best friend. Piper just opens her arms and hugs her Blue tightly, not knowing what to do, but offering a shoulder to cry on and a safe place for F!Sole to talk about it or not. After a while of this, they finally settle down to talk about how to keep this from happening next time. Like maybe certain safety strategies to take and whatnot. Plus, Piper mentally resolves to just follow her Blue around way more often and keep a closer eye on her best friend.

Curie - Is horribly stricken, and she honestly feels like crying about it. She shakily offers F!Sole a checkup whenever she is ready, feeling that it is honestly best that she try to treat any physical wounds that could have occurred. When F!Sole agrees to it much too quickly, Curie hesitantly starts her examination. However, when she asks her to remove her shirt so she can examine for any injuries that could have been caused, Curie is horrified by the ugly bruises she sees, and she just hugs F!Sole gently for a long time, deciding that they're going to have to take this checkup thing slowly.

MacCready - Cannot believe what he is hearing, and he is just totally horrified. He offers her his hand and a hug if she needs it, and he just reels in the wake of the information. He is tempted to ask her about the man so he can go and take care of him properly, but he does not want to reawaken any flashbacks or anything of the traumatic experience. He honestly just feels awful for her, and he tries to give her any comfort she might want, even if he does not feel that he is exactly qualified to do so.

Deacon - Is honestly terribly shocked. He is for once completely at a loss as to what to say, and he just sort of swallows hard and sits down next to her. Finally, despite his own lack of comfort with physical contact, he offers her a hug, and she embraces him tightly. However, when she starts crying, he has no idea what to do with her. When he finally gets a chance to leave and when he gets a description of the man from F!Sole, he tells Glory that she needs to take care of a problem. He does not give her details on what happened, but he tells her that someone did something bad to F!Sole and she needs to dispose of that someone. Of course, she does it without question.

Codsworth - Feels absolutely terrible for his mistress, and he offers her any comfort he can. He is at her beck and call and swiftly heads out to retrieve anything that she could possibly want. He is also there to listen, and he offers a sympathetic ear as he expresses how sorry he is that the entire thing happened. He tries to offer physical reassurance as well as he raises his pincer and gently places it upon her shoulder.

Hancock - Just immediately hugs her tightly to his chest, stroking her head and letting her cry on him as much as she needs. However, as soon as he helps her to feel better, he gently asks her what the person looked like that did this to her. He also asks her where it happened. When he gets those answers, he tells her to try to get some sleep and that he'll be right there with her the whole time. When he is sure that she is asleep, he quietly slips away to tell Fahrenheit about the person and he asks her to bring him to Goodneighbor alive. Soon enough, she finds him, and she drags him to the lower parts of the Old State House and lets Hancock know he's there. Hancock then takes pleasure in stabbing the man to death.

Danse - Feels himself overcome with guilt and rage all at the same time. He feels like this is his fault and that if he would have been keeping a better eye on her, then he might could have protected her from this. He just tentatively offers her a hug, and he engulfs her entirely in his arms, trying to give her some sense of security in the middle of this vulnerable time. When he makes her feel at least a little better, he asks about the person, where it happened, and all of those things. When he receives answers, he dons his power armor and heads out to find the person. When he finds him, he makes sure to leave multiple sizable holes in his head, and Danse leaves him where he lies.

Preston - Is a little angry, but mostly disgusted and deeply saddened that this happened. He cannot believe someone would have the audacity to do this to the General of the Minutemen. He almost feels like puking, but he just pushes it all aside to offer his truest friend all the comfort that he can give her. He hugs her warmly, just rocking her back and forth lightly as he tries to make her feel better. He does not ask about the person, and resolves to instead question her later about him so that she can have time to heal a little from the horrible occurrence.

Valentine - Feels an intense disgust for the person that did it, and feels deep, deep pain for F!Sole. He hugs her gently, rubbing her back, and mumbling soft reassurances to her as he tries to reassure her in any way that he can. After she is calmer, he heads out and asks around, trying to pinpoint the culprit on his own without having to remind her of the experience. He then finds the man and forcibly drags him to Diamond City lockup for holding until they can give a trial.

X6-88 - Feels himself on the verge of shaking from the boiling anger running through him. However, he just barely manages to hold it together long enough to offer her his deepest condolences before heading off to ask questions and find this person. After some time of searching and making inquiries, he finally finds the person and lets loose on them, blasting them full of laser holes and finally, after a long moment of debating upon it, he spits upon their fallen body, offering them as much disgust as they deserve for such a horrid, inexcusable act.

Dogmeat - Can smell the pain and the blood and the fear on her, and he is immediately worried. He whimpers quite a bit, and when she finally just hugs him for a really long time, he lets her squeeze however much she wants. He licks her face and whatever part of her that he can reach from his place against her, and he wishes that she was not hurting. He would do anything to take away the pain and make things better for her.

Strong - When he finds out that someone hurt tiny human, he is ready to go on a rampage. She has to beg him to stop to make sure that he does not injure any innocents in the nearby area. He hesitantly quits, but not before he has smashed a nearby object. He finds a piece of raw meat finally and offers it to her, hoping that eating will heal her somehow, but he does not understand that most of the damage is of an emotional nature.

Maxson - Receives her with open arms, unsure of how to handle this horrid news, but deciding that he will try to be there for her. He makes sure that they are away in his quarters before he does anything such as this, but he comforts her as much as he can when they are out of the sight of prying eyes. He then carefully asks her about the person that did it as soon as she has calmed down some. The moment he figures out about it, he heads out to take care of them, pulling together a group of soldiers to search the Commonwealth for the person. When they eventually find him, Maxson has them bring the person to him. He then makes sure to take care of the person himself. No one knows what happened when he took the person in the lower parts of the Boston airport, but when Maxson comes out, he mysteriously looks just as put together as he was when he went in. He just does not have the person with him. However, the blood on his boots is pretty telling that the person met no good end.

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palestinianliberator · 4 years ago

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To be Palestinian is exhausting

You will not find a single Palestinian who hasn’t had to endure all of the following and more:

Constantly having to prove our existence

[This is going to be a tremendously long post, but I implore you to read through what you can]

Constantly having to educate everyone around us on our history and people while we continue to be slaughtered

Constantly having to combat Israeli propaganda and dehumanization campaigns against us

Constantly having to combat liberal propaganda from those who simply cannot understand the pain and damage they are doing

Constantly having to defend ourselves from the overwhelming forces that stand in our way, from the Israeli forces to the global institutions that help support it to the structures in the US that mean that any Palestinian who dares speak out risk both their lives and livelihood

Constantly in fear of whether or not you’ll end up on another “list” as a result of daring to speak out

Constantly having to do it all again as soon as we’re back on the news

Constantly having to answer for all other Palestinians in a way that nobody else is expected to

Constantly being seen as the “crazy one” when trying to share your narrative, having to defend against an endless barrage of accusations of antisemitism

Constantly being put into situations by bad-faith actors who attempt to engage in “debate” or “discussion” or “dialogue” with talking points that demean and duhamanize you, all while being expected to maintain a smile and cool composure while someone literally debates to your face your own existence or how “actually it’s YOUR people’s fault you’re being slaughtered! Israel isn’t the bad guy here!”

Constantly being forced to choose between engaging in bad-faith debates framed in a way to make you look like the unreasonable bad guy while the person implicitly defending your ethnic cleansing is made to look like the “rational good guy” or looking after your own mental health, knowing that even refusing these “invitations” is itself a mark against you and your people

Constantly being told that you’re too “biased”, too “close”, too “emotional” about the literal slaughter of your people to be seen as a valid source, while Israelis and complete outsiders are given all the space they want to speak for us endlessly

Constantly seeing people being actively mislead and wondering if you have the capacity to reach out to them and attempt to share your narrative with them, knowing that if you don’t, they’re going to go on to propagate the same lies justifying your ethnic cleansing

Constantly having to combat GENUINE censorship throughout the media, social media, and society itself. It’s a fact proven by former Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, and Youtube employees that Palestinian voices have their reach censored in a way no one else does, which is why it’s so important to amplify and actively share Palestinian voices rather than just liking or indicating support

Constantly being told you don’t know your own history by people who’ve educated themselves on Youtube and Wikipedia despite having lived the reality yourself and dedicating your entire life to studying every single aspect of it

Constantly seeing those who have the courage to stand alongside you being shut down with accusations of antisemitism and seeing them lose their courage to stand by you out of fear of their own image and livelihood and having to rush to their defense as well

Constantly having to see photos of your people, sometimes even people you know, maimed, injured, murdered, or burned to ash by Israeli aggression but knowing you have a duty to share what’s happening and must stomach the images to show the world the true extent of the suffering we endure

Constantly having to worry not just for your own safety, but the safety of your family and loved ones who can be punished or targeted because of things you yourself say

Constantly wondering who you can actually trust, from new friends and acquaintances to professors to even other Palestinians because we’ve been so heavily infiltrated by Israeli intelligence looking to blackmail Palestinians using anything from their sexual orientation or even made up “evidence” meant to ruin their lives

Constantly having your heart sink every notification you get wondering if it’s news that a loved one has been killed

Constantly seeing the corpses of loved ones shared on social media and reliving the trauma all over again, yet again knowing that you WANT the world to see what’s happening

Constantly seeing the effects this has on your own family and feeling helpless to do anything

Constantly on alert for the FBI at your door as they often “visit” Palestinians who dare speak out, myself included on numerous occasions

Constantly wondering if your advocacy for your people is going to result in the loss of your job, scholarship, license

Constantly being asked to “humanize” and “feel for” those who live their lives day in day out completely unfazed by your suffering despite living in a society that couldn’t even FUNCTION without our subjugation

Constantly being told “don’t blame regular Israelis, blame the government!!” as if the state itself wasn’t founded on our ethnic cleansing, as if it isn’t “normal Israelis” who make up the entirety of the Israeli Military and have actively brutalized you and your people

Seeing allies you fought for suddenly SILENT when it’s their time to speak up

Studying on a US campus where those SAME SOLDIERS WHO ENGAGED IN YOUR PERSECUTION AND ACTIVELY SERVED AS THE ENFORCERS OF YOUR OCCUPATION then re-enact the trauma against you and you’re meant to simply ignore the fact that THEY ARE THE SAME PEOPLE WHO MURDERED YOUR FRIENDS AND FAMILY, and not being allowed to even be ANGRY at that

Trying to navigate this half-life in the diaspora where it’s a struggle to connect with other Palestinians given the distance between us and yet not being able to connect with anyone around because, again, they simply can’t understand

Constantly being expected to simply give up your time to those who demand you answer them and debate your existence and narrative with them, who them take you blocking them for your own mental health as a “victory” to be lorded over you when you simply can’t take it anymore

Constantly having to EXPLAIN all of this because nobody but other Palestinians can truly understand just how pervasive, overwhelming, and incapacitating this unique form of exhaustion is

Constantly seeing your erasure and ethnic cleansing defended all over the media, all over social media, throughout your academic career, while those ENGAGED in your ethnic cleansing have the audacity to claim that the media is biased against THEM

Constantly on guard with everything you say and write, knowing that unlike those promoting our ethnic cleansing, we don’t have the luxury of making mistakes or getting lazy in our writing and advocacy. One mistaken source, mistaken information, being imperfect is enough to discredit your voice entirely

The crippling obligation you have to share the narrative of your people, knowing that so many people will view you as the spokesperson of your entire people, knowing how unfair it is, but also knowing that if you DON’T speak out, nobody will on your behalf, and even the most well-intentioned, involved allies can simply never understand how it all truly feels

Seeing the entire world stand by and do absolutely nothing while your people are slaughtered time and time again

Seeing your history misconstrued by people implicitly defending your ethnic cleansing and settler-colonialism

Knowing that our parents have been through this and more, seeing them have to go through this yet again while still being forced to go about their daily lives and given no time to mourn or recover

Not being able to even share our culture without being attacked for it

Knowing that so many of your friends and family won’t ever be able to return to their homeland while foreigners from around the globe are flown into Israel free because it’s their “birthright”

A “birthright” denied to even my own parents, born in Jerusalem yet unable to enter it

Having even self-proclaimed “allies” question Palestinian resistance, policing our tone, never /really/ understanding our pain and anger and how they themselves contribute to it

Screaming from the moment you can about what’s happening to us, desperately trying to get people to CARE, and having it often fall on deaf ears

Knowing that if you’re not the source of information for those genuinely seeking to learn, they may find themselves mislead by sources that claim to be fair and balanced while imprinting subtle lies about Palestine and Palestinians on those they engage with

Not even being able to find the energy and ability to respond to genuine messages of love and support, which are greatly appreciated, and feeling bad about it because you don’t want to seem like you’re not genuinely happy to hear it

Feeling a sense of overwhelming exhaustion in times like this while at the same time being unable to sleep

Seeing the effect all of this has had on your people, knowing your people have among the highest rates of depression on the planet and yet we’re all suffering together with no way to ease the pain

Being constantly exposed to the ways in which your people are erased and questioning if you have the energy or sanity left to deconstruct such aggression to help outsiders understand the severity of it all

Seeing allies suddenly call for “peace” when Palestinians are finally fed up enough to rise up and fight back against an overwhelming military force

I could go on, but in case you it’s not already clear, I’m tired and exhausted

Always wondering if any of this is even worth it when the world has ignored your slaughter and ethnic cleansing for nearly 8 decades, knowing that nobody is about to step in to help now.

Constantly wondering if any of this is even worth it, and then feeling inspired by fellow Palestinians, our resilience, the fact that despite ALL of this and more, we continue to fight.

Despite all of this, I would never even consider or entertain the thought of being born as anything other than Palestinian

#Palestine #Israel #Gaza #I could go on for literal hours or days #There is SO much to our pain and suffering #SO much #But I know that even trying to explain EVERY aspect of it is #itself likely to lead to a diminished audience and serve to perpetuate the very things I mentioned

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kimageddon · 2 years ago

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Sins of the Father - 2:2

Maul x Nightsister OC (Zaiya Valessa) - Modern/Crime AU - Sins of the Father Masterlist

Word count: Approx 2700 Contains/Warnings: Threats of violence, invasion of privacy, violence (a slap), threatened with a gun Chapter Summary: Zaiya's temper is firmly tested Notes: Oh my God, I have been so busy this week! I am a failure of an author! The chapter is LATE. The audacity of me! I hope you will find it in your hearts to forgive me.

Lasting Impression

“What information do you have?” Maul spoke harshly down the phone, he was already irritated, he didn’t want to waste time.

“We have a lead, Vizsla and I are waiting to talk to some weequay that was there, we just have to grab him once he comes out, I will call you as soon as we get something out of him, sir,” the woman on the other end spoke. Rook Kast, one of the enforcers sent to find whoever had raided the warehouse. The crimson Zabrak found himself growing impatient.

“See that you do,” he hung up and rose from his desk to head downstairs. He had one more report to obtain before he headed out.

At his usual corner booth in the bar, Saxon awaited his arrival, and Maul found himself a little eager to hear the report. Perhaps it was merely because she piqued his interest. The first time Saxon had mentioned the odd woman had cornered him with food and a coffee, Maul had almost laughed.

She’d gotten his drink right that night in the bar, and he’d not wanted to admit how much he’d liked it to her either. Something about the way she looked at him, like she knew him.

It was all entirely suspicious and he had to keep an eye on her, if this was some further attempt by his father to invade his life further. He wanted proof of her ulterior motives. He knew she had them, he just needed evidence of it.

“She wasn’t very active,” Saxon explained, “work and home for the most part,” he looked over the notes he’d written down as he spoke. “Oh, she managed to lose both myself and Kryze a few days ago, she seems to be aware whenever we are following her. She found me again just yesterday and said… uh…” the blond man frowned at his own notes.

“Yes?” Maul prodded impatiently.

“She uh, says to tell you she hopes you aren’t growing too bored with these reports and that she expects you to buy her a drink next time,” Saxon made a face and chanced a glance at his boss but Maul remained impassive. He was rather amused by her boldness. Was she foolish? No, she didn’t seem to be an idiot. She seemed to know how powerful he was. Reckless perhaps? Or merely a ploy of his father…?

Feral had been intrigued, and had mentioned her quite a few times, asking Maul to contact her and call her back. He had debated with himself, should he contact her? Or should he wait for her to return? Would she not be trying to ply him for information if she worked for his father? If not… He had no reason to contact her, he had no proof she worked for Palpatine, so what could he interrogate her with? The question rolled around in his head and had been for a few days.

“Anything else?” Maul asked Saxon, pushing the thoughts aside for the moment.

“Only that she lost Kryze again this morning, we’re not sure where she went, she’s pretty slippery,” Saxon replied.

“Indeed,” Maul murmured, it was all too suspicious. He stood from the table and nodded to Saxon. “Find her again. In the meantime; enter her home, I want to know what she’s hiding,” he waved a dismissive hand and moved past the Mandalorian, he had other things to check on.

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Unknown to the underworld boss, the woman he’d just sent Saxon to find, had already found him. As he moved from the bar to the club that was along the main drag of the city, he had a pair of blue eyes set on him every step of the way. Despite her stand out appearance, she managed to blend in rather well.

Zaiya had her camera at the ready. She captured Maul entering and leaving a club, then a restaurant for a brief visit, and a second club, this one a little larger. She supposed he perhaps owned or had some deal with the owners considering the brief stay, and that the man with him seemed to be carrying a case wherever they went. She suspected money, but anything could have been in there.

On the last excursion she lingered around a corner as Maul departed. She too was about to follow when she spotted an interesting car pull up nearby and a familiar blue hand beckoned the bouncer over. Zaiya was quick with the camera and ducked into a spot where she could get a better look of whoever was in the car.

The bouncer spoke to the person within for a few minutes, and pointed in the direction Maul had just left.

Interesting.

Zaiya recognised the car of course, she’d seen it in the front of the town hall building. Her lip curled, glad she was hidden in the dark under her hooded jacket. She peered through the viewfinder and snapped a few pictures. She’d gotten a few tonight, but for now she needed to return, she’d lost Maul’s trail, distracted with this car. She’d head home to go through the pictures to see what she could use for evidence.

The car pulled away again and Zaiya retreated. Had Maul discreetly passed a message to his father through the bouncer? But why not speak to him directly? From what Fox suggested, the police weren’t keeping tabs on them, though it made her suspicious.

The entire way home she mulled it over. It stuck in her mind and the whole thing just didn’t sit right. She was so distracted that she didn’t even notice at first. But as she stepped into her apartment, something tingled on the back of her neck.

She froze in place and her eyes swept across the room. Something wasn’t right. She laid down her keys and scanned everything. It wasn’t at first obvious, until she spotted her bedside drawer not fully closed.

She had not left it like that. Zaiya rushed over, and checked underneath, the piece of tape she’d placed on the underside was loose. Someone had opened this drawer. She opened it carefully, seeing things inside had been disturbed. Her lip curled. Had Palpatine found out about her already?!

Zaiya immediately jumped up to check on her files. Both her laptop and physical files were protected, the laptop had been hidden separately and had password protection, though she’d carried it with her in her bag today luckily. The physical files however--

She lifted the grating to one of the vents, spying the waterproof case she kept her documents in. Checking them quickly she let out a sigh of relief. They were still there. Then she paused, looking around slowly. Her paranoia built and she put the files down to grab a device Adaji had insisted upon. He called it a bug detector and apparently it could pick up on hidden recording devices. She hoped that whoever it was had just searched the place and not bugged it. She scanned the entire apartment, her heart racing. How had they gotten in? There seemed no sign of tampering with the locks but then there were signs the door had been kicked in in the past so if they hadn’t bribed the apartment manager, whoever it was could have gotten in rather easily.

Zaiya was furious. True she should have expected it at some point, hence the subtle security measures she’d implemented, but it didn’t make her feel any less violated. If she knew who had done this she would find them and--

She stopped.

There on the linoleum floor, in just the right light, was the shoe print of a shoe she absolutely did not wear. It was more of a boot print than anything, from boots at least size 12.

Would Palpatine send large booted people to her door? Unlikely. And she already knew someone that did follow her around. Someone large in stature and wore heavy black boots.

Oh that prick. She’d bought him coffee and she’d been nice enough to stay out of his boss's business -that he knew of anyway- and this was how she was treated?!

She ignored the fact that he was a criminal so of course he would do something like this if he thought she was suspicious. It didn’t matter! How dare he! She wanted to march down there right this minute and give him a piece of her mind. No, she wanted to slap him in the face and tell him to go fuck himself if he thought she was going to let that go.

Which would inevitably likely end with a bullet in her head. Maul didn’t strike her as the type that would let something like that slide. She could probably get away with slapping Saxon though, she had no doubt it was him in her apartment. Rapid steps paced across the floor, back and forth as she debated her options. Her temper was one of her flaws, she knew, but--

“Fuck it.”

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For the second time that night, Zaiya Valessa made her way to Cuy’val Dar, her jaw set and her stride purposeful. There were a group of people out the front in leathers with cigarettes in their hands, one called out to her but she breezed right past.

She spotted Feral immediately, his face went from surprise to a smile then to worry very quickly, but her eyes went to the corner where Maul had been last time and sadly he wasn’t there. Her teeth grit.

She stopped at the bar and her molten gaze went back to Feral.

“Where is he?” she asked a little too loudly.

“Oh no… what’d he do?” She might have laughed at the face he made if she weren’t so angry. Her eyes flashed and darted about the room when finally they locked on. Heavy footfalls stomped across the floor as she crossed to a booth. Too late the big blond biker looked up.

SMACK

No one moved. The bar went dead silent, all eyes were on the two of them. Saxon slowly turned his head back to look at her, in wide eyed shock.

What the fuck? It was visible in his eyes.

“You know exactly what that was for,” she snarled. There were footsteps to her left and further into the room. She looked up to see the zabrak himself, walking into the main bar, his shoulders squared and ready for a fight. Anger flared in her again and she turned on the man in the suit.

Her arm reared back again-- but she was stopped by the barrel of Maul’s pistol aimed between her eyes.

Zaiya stopped in her tracks and her arm slowly lowered.

“You seem upset,” Maul drawled at her and if she hadn’t wanted to hit him before she surely did now. Zaiya’s electric blue eyes looked past the barrel and right into his own golden gaze. The fire burned in her, and though she did not want to die, her temper had taken over. She glared hard at him and her lip curled.

“What was your first hint?” she replied with a sneer, “you send your people to spy on me, then to break into my apartment, and here I thought you were more polite than that.”

“Says the woman attempting to attack me in my own establishment,” Maul stated calmly.

“Perhaps then you may understand my sense of violation, then. Eye for an eye and all that.” Zaiya gave a tilt to her head, her voice thick with venom but the anger in her was beginning to ebb.

“In my line of work one does not care for such rules, nor can one be too careful,” he smirked.

“Because I am clearly such an obvious threat.” Her brow arched and her stance began to relax. The gun stayed put.

“What you are is overly curious, rash and suspicious,” he told her. His yellowish eyes searched her face for a moment before lowering the weapon. “I trust you can contain yourself for the time being?”

“Maybe, but I owe you one,” she spat back, “if this is your idea of an invitation to talk, it’s in poor taste.”

“What makes you think I cared about speaking to you again?” He tilted his head slightly, mirroring her own gesture.

“Sending people after me and asking the big man--” she jerked a thumb in Saxon’s direction “--to rifle through my underwear drawer…? No need to be so obsessed with me.” Maul rolled his eyes and sighed.

“You are far too full of yourself,” he drawled, as though they weren’t speaking with an armed weapon in his hand. There was a glimmer of something in his eyes as he looked at her, and Zaiya was finding it very difficult to remain angry at him. Something about that smug smirk and the contours of his strikingly tattooed face made her chest tight. Stupid, what was wrong with her? She just hoped it didn’t show on her face.

“Your opinion of me is of little importance, Maul,” she replied with a curl of her lip. “Are you planning on making it up to me?” He stared at her. There was a long pause before a smirk crossed his lips and he slid the gun into a holster under his jacket.

“Be glad I’m not killing you and having your body dumped in the bay.”

“What he means is--” interrupted Feral to her left. He approached tentatively and spread out his hands in a placating gesture. “--would dinner suffice?” Oh that smile was hard to resist. Zaiya couldn’t help but chuckle and rested her hand on her hip.

“Dinner, huh?” She cocked an eyebrow at him, ignoring the way Maul glanced between them.

“Yeah,” Feral grinned confidently, though she noted he was speaking quietly. Likely so he was not being insubordinate in front of the rest of Maul’s underlings. “My brother hasn’t needed to use his manners in a long time with this lot.” He laughed softly and gestured at the rest of the room behind them. Maul made a low sound of indignation in his throat and she looked at him, an almost feline smile crossing her face.

“Well, I’ll try not to hold it against you,” she said with a chuckle. The crimson zabrak’s eyes narrowed, seemingly suspicious of her sudden change of tone.

“How considerate,” he replied, unimpressed.

“So… are you staying…?” A deep rumble asked from her left. She turned and her smile became more genuine to see Savage standing there.

“You say that like you wish me to,” Zaiya replied curiously. She was a little surprised to hear that from him, they had barely spoken. He made a sheepish face and shrugged a little, as though he himself was not sure. She could not help but chuckle. Her hands moved to her hips and she tilted her head.

“I’ll tell you what…” she began, as though about to make them a deal, one of her hands reaching to her own pocket slowly. “If the scary boss man decides to invite me himself, I’ll consider it.” She turned her head and met his eyes again. Maul once again narrowed his eyes, his gaze followed her hand as she withdrew it from her pocket and reached to the front pocket of his jacket, sliding her card into it and patting his chest gently. “This might be an easier way to get a hold of me, so you don’t have to send the big fellow,” she told him. Once again he just stared at her, as though she were something he could not quite figure out. She wasn’t phased. There was an odd nostalgia in the way he looked at her. She had seen that expression when he was a child whenever she had said something he found odd.

It was almost like time fell away for a moment, and he was the same boy she had adored back in that compound so many years ago. Habit guided her actions before she could stop herself. Her hand reached up and one finger gently tapped him on the tip of his pretty nose as she spoke.

“Don’t let the frown let your mask fall down.” It was in an almost sing-song tone. She watched Maul’s eyes widen and she suddenly felt a cold sensation rush over her. Her smile dropped at once and she turned away. “I s’pose you’ll know where to find me,” she called over her shoulder, quickly retreating and leaving Maul to stare at her retreating back, frozen in place.

She bit her lower lip as she exited the bar.

She shouldn’t have done that.

Notes: Zaiya is a fiery thing, she's going to get herself in trouble at this rate! Do you think Maul is impressed? Or is she maybe gonna get herself shot? Yikes! Thank you to everyone that has sent in asks for APOD's 100 chapter special, thank you to everyone that has sent me comments too! I love them, and please please, I love comments and feedback so I would love to read them! Thank you all so much, thank you for your patience with the late chapter, I hope you are all well!

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captainaikus · 2 years ago

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THOSE NICKNAMES ARE SO CUTE ABKGCFBHGG ofc you can call me either one you pick 😊. Also I hope that guy gets gum stuck in his horrible hair and is super late to an exam or something 😤😤😤. I don’t understand how some people think I want to hear their stupid comments?? Like whatever happened to the saying “if it’s not nice, don’t say it”?? Like unless we’re friends or close constructive criticism or advice is fine. But like. I haven’t seen you since school? Leave me alone. Some peoples audacity I swear 🤨🙄😤. Im sorry that that happened to you. AND YOU TELL HIM. MANS THOUGHT HE WAS CHANGING THE WORLD BY BEING RUDE TO YOU AND PROCEEDS TO LOSE A DEBATE AGAINST YOU NOT EVEN MINUTES LATER. HECK YEAH. YOU GO GIRL 😤🥰. Intelligence is so freaking hot though just saying. So like. Love everything about yourself cause there’s so much to love sweetheart ❤️❤️❤️. Also like I’m slowly falling for Nagi and Oliver but we’re not gonna talk abt that rn 👀 *swears profusely* Also also I love love love knowing random facts about all my favorite characters because it just makes them seem so real. It’s just overall really adorable. Like that invincible hero hates ranch with a burning passion and that one tired teacher loves swimming in coral reefs in their down time and that one amazing soccer player loves history. Finding out more stuff about all these awesome characters honestly makes me love them even more. Going to the gym is great btw!!! But don’t forget to also rest and not overdo it. Your body needs time to repair itself yknow? I seriously need to start going again. I was a gym rat the entire summer and I actually liked it?? I wanted to try something new and I ended up loving it. Idk it’s just the satisfaction of working on yourself and working all those feelings out and just taking care of your body yknow? But school got in the way and I keep telling myself I’ll go this weekend but I keep forgetting 💀😭. I shall add Romantic Killer to my watch list 😌. Is it an anime or a show btw? What’s it about? *sips from hot chocolate cup and hugs squishmallow* I’m still processing the ending of TR so like I need a couple business days to collect my thoughts but you’ll be the first to hear them when it hits me that it’s actually over. Also Isabelle is such a pretty name. I think it suits you 😊. As always I hope your day goes well!! *sends virtual hugs*

- ✨ anon

forget to add on my last ask agjhhhshehh 💀 but why those specific nicknames? like is it cause if the emoji or something else? sorry im just curious 😅.

I'm that kind of person who keeps nicknames for everyone actually... based on what they like or reminds me of irl has a friend named dumbface . And the thing is... the word 'anon' sounds... mechanical which is why I offer emojis to people who want to interact with me and visit my blog and everytime I look at ✨ emoji all I'm thinking of is a genshin wish or starry or charm and I literally go like

'starry asked me something!! *smiles*' But yeah cause of the emoji or in case send me a name that you'd like be called by? ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

Thinking if I should call 💙 anon blue...

Going back to my classmate at uni... another bonus point is that since we hadn't seen each other in a long time; with covid and all that too I'm...actually two heads taller than him. And when he tried to be rude to me again today- this time about my hair cause its short (and yk what guys say abt girls with short hair right?), I said 'You talk big for someone who has to be noticed under a microscope, you wanna lose another debate?' And he actually shut up with his mouth open and a friend of mine who shares the second major class with him just laughed

Oyaoya you're falling for Nagi and Oliver ( ⓛ ω ⓛ ) Tell me all about it

I know !! ૮꒰⸝⸝> ̫ <⸝⸝꒱ა The random facts about Oliver made me go 'No way. NO. WAY. WHAT.' cause there are too many things about me that coincide with him and I was just sitting there like... it does makes sense now. Cause when i was reading the manga too, I saw him and I went like... he gives me the vibe of a snake (cause I had a pet one and there's a whole history to that and it was guesswork) for some reason. *scrolls*

it's a snake alright.

Random facts just make my day and I love the fact of that one tired teacher who likes swimming in the coral reefs - pretty sure Ego is that kind of guy. When I found out that Aiku loves History I was like 'is it possible to fall any deeper for this man?'

So the thing with gym is that I was going for a good week and then i fell sick. and it kept happening back and forth until I got tired and irritated and said that i need to be consistent. And honestly? I love going to the place as well ! Plus I needed to get more muscle in cause... I wanna be able to lift more heavy objects. So me and my roommate were lifting this really heavy box and I couldn't get it over my head and nearly busted my skull but luckily they're stronger and taller than me so I was safe; I don't want to experience that again and that's why i decided to go to the gym. that and for mental stability and being fit as well ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ

My classes do get in the way of me going to gym and studies take up my time too and that's why i balance everything. Priorities take first place, write little everyday and when its ready, I post it.

So Romantic killer is an anime about a girl who cares only about three things : gaming, her cat and chocolate. And cause of that, she's disconnected from the real world and can't fall in love with anyone the way i've been called out on with this show so a wizard who made an otome video game comes (their name is riri), and tries to set her up with this guy named Kazuki. And its all about her resisting him

His voice sounds very familiar though *goes to check* yeup, Kamitani Hayato from Gakuen babysitter club and weather report from JJBA

I just heard about TR from one of my friends. And I'm surprised abt it actually, maybe I should read from where i left off (forgot to ask about terano south) but take your time. I'll be there to hear all about it ૮(˶˃ᆺ˂˶)ა

My name... has taken one too many dad jokes, comes with being the youngest ig . DoorBELLE BELLEring

Not to mention the spellings and older people, ‘Isabella’ no, it’s Isabelle, Isabel? Izabel? No, Isabelle

Oliver : Tinker belle.

That is acceptable.

*sending warm hugs*

#Belle. ☏#.lost sheep : ✨ anon

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2/3 For cover

2nd part of my 3+1 kisses trope series (link to previous: 1/3 To pacify) but this can be read as a standalone if ure unbothered✨

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The last thing Remus expected to happen in his already eventful week was to be assigned a mission with Sirius alone.

Since Dumbledore required a pair with the best rapport, everyone originally looked to the couples in the Order. The choices, however, continued to narrow as people were either locked away in a safehouse, had identities too exposed to be inconspicuous, or heavily injured. Which then ended with leaving the fate of this particular crucial mission to count on Remus and Sirius’ seven-year friendship.

So now they were tailing a suspected Death Eater openly ambling about in the streets of Soho, while posing as drunk muggles disguised under Polyjuice. But times were already tough, especially on their side of the war, and despite stationing themselves in a crowded night bar, they both sensed the Death Eater already suspecting their movement.

“Pretend I said something funny,” Sirius said in a whisper, plastering a smile. The muggle persona he had chosen was a woman not much older than his actual age, with straight brown hair and was wearing drabby-coloured clothes. Sirius twirled his hair in his finger and looked at Remus through his lashes. It almost felt like Remus was with an entirely different person, and he wasn’t sure if this was a good or bad thing.

Remus obliged. “Keep talking. Act like you’re telling a story.” His disguise was a much older looking man who could pass as a father of two, and he had worn a posh looking tweed suit. He fiddled with the cuffs before looking straight into not-Sirius’ notably dark brown eyes.

“Or,” Sirius said, “I could always just change it up a bit and make this exchange more interactive.”

“Terrible idea. Whatever you’re thinking,” Remus said through a grin.

“You know, it’s important we lay it all out on the table so it won’t get us in trouble later on. Besides, we have to sell this.” He gestured between them.

The only way they could make a connection for their muggle disguises was to stage a relationship, since it was rather debatable for a biological father and daughter to bond in a night bar… and stay with each other the entire time.

“Fine.” This time Remus didn’t restrict himself rolling his eyes. “What the hell do you suggest then?”

“I don’t know, Moony. What do you think couples do in bars?”

Remus could only concede to Sirius’ point. He was right, it was crucial for them to shake off the suspicion before taking action. “You’re saying we should snog?”

Sirius scoffed. “At least romance me first, you big flirt. I’m not that easy.”

Remus sputtered, even more annoyed he had to stifle a laugh.

“Kidding.” Sirius had the audacity to roll his eyes. “You don’t have to ask if you want to do it so badly,” he teased.

“And you called me the big flirt.”

“Trying to get into character. It’s working. You were red as that girl’s lipstick. I reckon this is your type then?”

“No I wasn’t,” Remus retorted feebly despite feeling his cheeks heat up. The dim lighting shouldn’t make it that visible, right? Besides, he refused to respond to Sirius’ question.

“Whatever makes you sleep at night,” Sirius winked.

Remus glared at the woman in front of him who looked entirely unlike Sirius but was still nevertheless very Sirius Black with his words and mannerisms. Remus wondered how Sirius considered it as acting when the man was simply…

Flirting— Remus’ mind cleared. Of course. Sirius was riling him up in the way he knew exactly how. “Alright,” Remus said. “You get to be little Miss flirty and I get to be Mister crusty sponge who’s rich and bored and into sad lonely girls in night bars.”

“With poor sense of fashion, might I add.” Sirius tugged on his ill-fitting jumper with a hideous print of a bird right in the middle. “This truly is a sad piece of clothing.” Remus only let out an amused huff at his friend’s misery. “Wish I could be Padfoot right now. Would make this job loads easier,” Sirius went on.

“A bit late for that now, don’t you think?” Remus said. Sirius had expressed wanting to use his Animagus secret during field missions for quite some time now, but James always advised against it, saying it was their greatest weapon and should be reserved for only desperate measures.

Sirius downed his fake alcoholic drink (as getting drunk was out of question during an operation). “How’s our target looking?” he asked.

Remus pretended to think, flicking his eyes to the side where he last saw the suspected Death Eater head to. “Decided to make our job easier and hung out at the shop right across the street. And it appears… he’s chatting with a friend.”

“Fantastic. Let’s go.”

In an instant, Sirius was on his feet— just as Remus’ hand grabbed Sirius’ wrist. “What are you doing?”

“It’s time to move.”

“Don’t be rash. You can’t just walk out there where you’re easily seen approaching. He was literally eyeing us seconds ago!” Remus hissed in a whisper.

“That conversation is the key to disproving his cover.” Sirius glared daggers. “What are the odds he won’t Apparate any second now? We need our evidence. And if we can’t get it by eavesdropping then we Stun the motherfucker, check for the mark and if it’s not there we Confound him— whatever! It just has to be now.”

Remus heaved a sigh. “There’s no way we could go there without being seen.”

“Which is why we do it now while he’s busy.”

Remus knew winning was futile once Sirius had his mind fixed on a decision. One way or another, Sirius will engage. “Fine.” He let go of Sirius’ wrist and nodded to their target’s direction. “Head to that alley next to the store, I’ll go to the other side so we can surround them.”

It was Sirius’ time to grab Remus’ wrist. “That's even more suspicious, smartass.” Remus frowned. A retort was forming in his head but Sirius cut him off, leaning in to murmur, “We go together like the couple that we are, professor hot stuff.” Then without warning, Sirius dropped a kiss on his cheek before walking to the door, dragging Remus by his wrist.

Once they stepped out of the bar and into the cold and quiet night, Remus couldn’t help asking, “What was that for?”

Sirius hummed in question, unnecessarily flipping his flat brown hair.

“Sod off, you know what I’m talking about.”

They stopped at the deserted alley with their backs to the wall, successfully unseen so far. Though from this vantage point, their target could easily spot Remus and Sirius peeking from the corner with one turn of his head. It was risky, but also the only optimal position to observe from a distance.

“To show people we were done arguing,” Sirius eventually replied. “Do you mind?”

Remus was taken aback for a second. “Er, no. Not at all, I think it was quick thinking and certainly sells the point…”

“Moony,” Sirius was grinning widely. “I meant will you scoot a bit so I can see better.”

“Oh. Right…”

“Thanks,” Sirius was still chuckling. He stepped in front of Remus and just as he craned his neck to finally poke his head out of the corner, it happened.

Their suspected Death Eater turned his head and met Remus’ eyes.

“Sirius,” Remus held him by his shoulders and pulled him to hide back within the walls of the alley. “He saw us. He’s coming here.”

“What?” Sirius hissed with a pained expression. “Did you at least hear and get evidence?”

“Haven’t had the chance.”

Sirius cursed under his breath. “Well? Do we attack? Our cover’s blown!”

Remus stared at Sirius’ rounder eyes and faded lipstick. “Not yet. They only know us as a muggle couple.”

“Right, that’s true. Okay, so, what? We talk? Put up a front?”

Remus worried on his lip. “That’s our best shot. But we Stun him if things go south. Deal?”

“Let’s do it.”

“Wait.” Remus felt his stomach drop. “You’re—!”

It just had to be at this split second when they were counting down until their target showed up. Sirius’ hair was noticeably turning black and he was growing in height with his face gradually changing too. Remus noticed Sirius’ eyes widen and it must be the effect on Remus’ features as well. The hour must be up and the potion’s effect was wearing off. At this point, they couldn’t possibly face anyone they were supposed to be tailing— Death Eater or not.

With no time to waste, Remus pinned Sirius to the wall and watched as Sirius’ face fell into a confused frown. “Wand at the ready. And just trust me on this,” he said before surging forward and landing on Sirius’ lips.

He had one ear listening for movement as his hand held Sirius’ jaw that gradually grew into its defined angular shape, the other pulled Sirius by his waist and rose up just in time to feel his hair grow into the familiar silky shoulder-length locks. It was both a strange and fascinating sensation to feel Sirius as a woman turn back into a man within his arms.

“We have to sell this…” Sirius’ previous words echoed in his head. “You don’t have to ask if you want to do it so badly…”

Keeping those in mind, Remus tugged on Sirius’ hair to make him part his lips, and deepened the kiss.

Though it took a while, Sirius was reciprocating just as much— to Remus’ surprise. A hand made its way underneath Remus’ shirt, touching the bare skin of Remus’ waist.

Kissing Sirius felt easy— in a way that it felt familiar but still had all the elements that made a kiss fun. It was exactly what he would expect Sirius’ kisses to feel like.

And then Remus sensed it. A new presence.

He pulled off from Sirius and raised his wand, pointing it to his side and quickly shooting out a stunning spell. Sirius followed right after and sealed it with a body-bind curse.

The person fell with unnatural rigidness and Remus had to wince from the no doubt painful impact their target’s head had with the pavement. A wand lay next to the body, which was already enough confirmation.

Remus sighed in relief then, knowing this essentially brought the field mission to a close, and that’s when he became aware how he was slightly breathless.

“Good job,” he murmured to the air. He avoided Sirius’ face by casting disillusionment charms around them before anyone caught sight of the unconscious-looking body and to safely Disapparate.

“You too,” came Sirius’ short response. “Very quick thinking.”

This elicited an unexpected snort from Remus. The next thing he knew, Sirius was knelt next to him, one hand gripping the body’s arm, the other extended in an offer. “Let’s go?”

“Yeah,” Remus said and took his hand.

After one loud crack, the corner alley returned to being deserted.

3/3 As defiance

#part3 soon!#my fic #wolfstar #wolfstar fluff #wolfstar fic #sirius black #remus lupin #sirius x remus #remus x sirius #hp marauders

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elysianslove · 4 years ago

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hi! how have you been since the hell that ensued after halloween is?

also could you do a batboys college au? like their major and how the reader would meet them and all that jazz? 👉👈

-🐥

hi anon!! i’m not sure what ur talking about @ the halloween stuff hvsdhjs but! here are the batboys hc’s! i’m not very familiar with duke thomas’s character enough to write about him tbh, so he’s not included here :( but if you want me to add him let me know!! i hope you enjoy!!

dick grayson

out of all the batboys i really didn’t know how to choose a major for him

but

i think he’d do law tbh, specifically criminal law

his main motivation to become a police officer in bludhaven had been to be able to help people in any way he can

i forgot if it’s canon or not but he does realize how corrupt it is and he quits but that’s another thing we won’t get into that lmao

anyways yes let’s just stick with law

meeting you !

he shares one or two courses with you

one that’s really early in the morning

and one that’s later on in the afternoon

dick is like a magnetic okay

anywhere he goes people are just attracted to him

like literally he will breathe

but someone call the ambulance there’s a person that’s passed out bc of how beautiful he is

but this is an 8 am class 😃

so there’s no way ur awake enough to notice him

coincidentally he sits next to you one time

and this is the one time

you decide

yeah lemme just fkn sleep is uni even worth it

dick definitely notices right away but he doesn’t say anything

he thinks you look so cute passed out on your desk like this 🥺

when the professor signals the end of the class, he watches as people file out and then he just leans over and nudges you slightly

you nearly punch him bc he scared you ❤️

he just laughs and goes “class is over”

you just sigh like the guilt starts to hit you and your heart begins to sink

and he sees your disappointed face and just goes

“i took a lot notes. i can share them w you?”

lifesaver in every single way dick grayson 😻😻😻

you had another class that you had to run to and you were rushing

he was like “dw i’ll just give them to you whenever i see you next”

and you 🏃🏻‍♀️ outta there

imagine ur surprise when u enter class at 12 pm and he’s there in all his glory

after the lecture is over, he walks up to you as you’re packing and asks if you want to go to the coffee shop nearby

to take his notes of course

and you finally register just how handsome he is

so obviously you say yes wtf

and the rest is history 😼

he asks you out, properly, pretty early on tbh

so unfazed lmfao

now you take naps on his shoulder instead of the desk 💞💞💞

soooo into pda

kisses u when he first sees you

when you’re parting ways

when he feels like it

straight up cuddles w during lectures i’m not even joking

it’s disgusting how cute you two are

gets you coffee for all those 8 am classes u have w him hehe

study dates always turn into karaoke sessions somehow don’t even ask lmao

jason todd

english literature

this is a collective agreement right?

right

definitely english literature

i dont even think he wants to go to uni but he’s going to waste time plus this is bruce’s money 😏🤑

your major doesn’t necessarily have to be english literature as well

but you share one class

and my god

you two disagree on everything

like every little thing

at this point if he says something and you slightly agree internally you’ll still say some opposing shit

that’s kinda what draws you to him

at first you genuinely had nothing against him

but then this kind of rivalry developed for no specific reason

but it was fun

and he was hot

so seeing him get flustered or angry made him even hotter somehow

but then

but t h e n

you’re not sure if your professor like ships you or something

so you’re assigned a debate topic on one of the books you’d discussed in class/one of the books you’ve read outside, and within each group are the two sides for and against

not only were you in the same team as jason, but you were on the same side as him

so you had to work with him

the audacity of the professor omg

but jason needs this course

and

well you don’t but it’s too late to back out now

you two meet in the campus library after deciding on a book with the other two of your team

and

honestly???

you two work so well together

like insanely well

during the debate you destroyed the other team

spoiler alert

doing so well with jason kinda made you like hot and bothered

seeing him in his zone

sexy <3

what i mean to say is

you both end up making out in some storage room lmfao

or hate sex 😏

professor has a phd in matchmaking 🤔😻

i think you two don’t admit you like each other

bc you’re both stubborn as fuck

but eventually you’re literally on his lap on his couch and it just hits you

and you lean back and go

“wanna go out w me”

and he just shrugs and goes “sure” and pulls you in for more kissing hehe

he’s not v good at the boyfriend thing tbh

you have to chase him around and be like “sir!!! did u forget about me huh!!!”

he doesn’t mean to i promise

he gets all blushy and flustered once he realizes

only ever into pda if he’s insanely jealous

will straight up make out w u regardless of where u are or who ur with lmfao

he’s still getting used to the little intimacies and all

debates in class are so much more fun now cause he finds it so hot when u get all riled up hehe

that eng lit professor is so happy for you two omg

tim drake

okay i also couldn’t really decide for him

but maybe he’d study something like physics (or maybe computer engineering/computer science)

idk u have to have a death wish to wanna major in physics so tim’s major it is

i’m not sure how it works for every other uni but my uni requires 6 credits of sciences to graduate

so let’s say for the sake of this hc u take like just the first level of physics to get 3 credits

and

you’re struggling 😃👍🏼

so you like approach your professor with a few questions before the quiz

but tim is also there

and he kinda makes small talk while you two wait outside the office

and he asks why you’re here

you show him

and he’s like “oh i took this course w the same professor as well, i could help?”

it’s like an angel had descended from the heavens for you personally

you take his number and decide to meet up with him after a few hours

he’s of so much more help than your professor would’ve been, even if ur prof is a really nice and smart person

and he’s super like

patient with you?

also he pays for all the coffee and snacks you’re getting after you already get them

ur like bruh i didnt

dont pay pls

and he’s like no im loaded let me 😼

swooning <3

and guess what!!

you ace the quiz out of some miracle

first thing you do is text him and he congratulates you

and then

bc ur not blind and tim is so fucking cute

you’re like “can i take u out to thank u”

tim’s brain stops working but !

he does say yes eventually

he becomes your designated physics tutor + your amazing boyfriend

being with tim is so like

chill

it’s a very relaxed time

lots of study dates! and cafe dates! all hours of the day whether the sun is up or not

into pda but to a certain degree

like yes of course have a kiss pretty baby

but also it will only be a small peck

any time anyone passes by like common rooms you two will be there snuggling on the couch, one or both of you completely passed out

damian wayne

business major 100%

or a bsba econ major, which is basically the business side of economics

he has to take over his father’s company one day duh

also i genuinely think damian would excel in this field

he’s a very keeps to himself kinda guy in uni

like you only ever see him in your common classes and then he just

disappears

anyways there was this party that everyone was going to, and damian wasn’t planning to

but dick accidentally read some groupchat’s messages and was like are u going

damian went 🏃🏻‍♀️

but dick was like go and try to make friends !!!!

and dames cant say no to his big bro 🥺 so he goes

stays in a corner on the settings app the entire time

like half an hr in he just leaves and is walking home/back to his dorm when you come like rushing up to him

you’re zooming

and then you just latch onto his hand and lean up to press a kiss to his cheek, whispering in his ear “this person’s been following me for like 15 mins just please go along w this”

he kinda stiffens but when he does notice that there’s a person eyeing you he slips his arm around your waist and just carries on walking

he walks you to your home/dorm and is like

so awkward

but it’s okay ! ur a people’s person enough for the two of you

you thank him so much over and over

and then you’re like

“can i take you out on a real date?”

and then he becomes ur real boyfriend hehe

is still super stiff but it’s only bc he’s so hyper aware of how attractive you are

and i’m super positive he doesn’t have that much experience with dating so

you hold the reigns

but he’s a great boyfriend all in all tbh

super attentive, super protective, and so loving

isn’t into pda especially on college campus but he does like subtle pda

things like linking your pinkies or giving you his hoodie to just parade around campus hehe

end note; i’m sorry if these feel rushed or anything like. i used to be an avid writer for the batboys, but i just haven’t been feeling it lately. i still love to write from them bc i know these boys so well eeeeppp. anyways feel free to request some more!!

#dc comics x reader #dc comics headcanons #jason todd x reader #jason todd fluff #jason todd headcanon #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson headcanon #tim drake x reader #tim drake headcanon #damian wayne x reader #damian wayne headcanon #batboys x reader #batboys headcanons

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internalsealpanic · 4 years ago

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Stiff Peaks and Soggy Bottoms

mood board by: @knightfall05x (wuv you)

summary: You, Tim, and Kon try to bake. It ends well.

A/n: Thanks to @littleredwing89 and @multifandomgirl-us for proof reading. I was watching Kitchen Nightmares while writing this. I am surprised how fluffy this came out. You can blame my need for more poly and this piece by @symeona. I have not shut up about this piece 50 years later (Hi Sym *waves*-Fish). I forgot to mention that reader is more or less gender neutral or I attempted.

warnings: Terrible cooking

masterlist

Kon yawns, scratching at his broad chest and running his hand through his tangle of curly black hair. He blinks one eye open successfully to the dim light flooding into the end of the hall likely coming in from the living room. The lights dance, glowing softly with faded color against the dark glossy wood of the floor.

Kon’s first sleep-addled thought is, Oh, Aliens. Ok, cool.

It takes his brain a full minute to realize how much that doesn’t make sense. The apartment is dead silent, lacking the telltale whirring most spaceships give off when they’re hovering, the sounds of nervous fingers tapping against a stack of papers echoing in the mostly empty space. Kon strained his ears trying to focus on the other sounds flitting in the room. He can hear the steady calming beat of your heart come off rhythm, jumping a fraction of a beat faster. It wasn’t fast enough to say you were in danger. It was just fast enough to tell that you were extremely engaged in whatever was occupying your attention. Kon thinks it over. The last time he checked looking over papers- lab reports, especially- was the bane of your existence. He listens again. This time making out the voices coming from the TV. Kon wasn’t awake enough to understand what they were saying.

5:47 AM

Kon groans trying his hardest not to laugh while he stares at his phone. You are an actual psychopath. Who wakes up at 5 AM? Villains that’s who. Did you even sleep? Why do you and Tim hate sleep so much?

Stepping into the living room as quietly as he can, he finds you huddled against the right side of the couch far away from the TV, your thick wool comforter draped over your head and shoulders making a fluffy tent. Strands of your messy bed head sticking out and swaying as you rock on your heels. Your stack of papers long since abandoned on the arm rest beside you. Kon can’t help but smile at how adorable you looked, still sleep rumpled and red-nosed from the cold.

Eyes glued to the TV, you pull up your knees to your chest revealing your fuzzy Red Robin socks. Kon frowns then makes a mental note to get you some Superboy socks later. You curl deeper into your comforter, easing and pressing into the armrest. All of your apprehension fading and relaxing as the rest of the world melted away. Kon smiles devilishly at your inattention. He tiptoes towards you which was entirely unnecessary because it didn’t matter that Kon was about as stealthy as a disco ball not when all of your attention was directed at the TV.

Kon launches himself at you too quickly for you to even react or comment or throw a pillow at him. You shriek as he lands on you, his muscular body squishing you into the couch. You wince hoping the neighbors didn’t hear. You’re not too worried about Tim waking up considering how tired he was.

“Morning, gorgeous.” Kon greets, winking and wrapping his arms around your waist. The audacity. You groan attempting to glare at him. He simply gives you a dopey smile. You have to blow out a raspberry to keep yourself from smiling back. You strain your lips into a flatline. The crow’s feet at the corners of your eyes betray you though. The corner of Kon’s mouth twitches, those big baby blues shining even in the dim light. He knows he’s won you over.

You’re too petty and sleep-deprived to give in. You roll your eyes at him, lips still wobbling and tingling from the effort of maintaining your unimpressed frown. Still, without resistance, you shift the comforter and refold yourself to accommodate his intrusive form. Large arms wrap around your waist tighter as he lays his head in your stomach. How he finds this position comfortable for his neck is beyond you but you do appreciate the warmth. Kon’s smile widens as he looks up at you. It looks positively smug. Your nose scrunches up bracing for whatever Kon is about to say.

“Aw, baaabe, it looks good on you~” You look down at the oversized Superboy hoodie you’re wearing which was two times bigger than it needed to be as was standard of your hoodies. You mutter a curse. Kon had been pestering you to wear it. It’s not that you didn’t want to. It’s just that you had a soft spot for the Impulse hoodie Bart got you a few years ago which meant it was your got-to-hoodie despite the fact that it was fraying. It was in the wash so you decided to give this one a try and honestly, it is really fucking comfy and more importantly warm. You huff at him, feeling your cheeks color. You glare at him, his dopey smile still plastered on his face. You make the executive decision to ignore him.

This decision does not last long.

About two minutes into your silent treatment, Kon whines and pouts weaponizing those baby blues. “Aw come on, gorgeous, you can’t stay mad at me forever.” He nuzzles into your stomach tickling your drawing a smile out of you. He grins at you and finally, you let yourself smile back fully. “Asshole.” You grumble. He knows you can’t resist him when he’s being cute and calling you ‘gorgeous’. That is just plain cheating. Still, you relent. You wrap your arms loosely around his shoulders, running your hand gently through his dark hair allowing your fingers to tangle in his curls. The arms around you tighten a little pulling you closer to him.

Kon doesn’t need a reminder of how absolutely adorable you are but it is very much appreciated. Kon loves looking at you as the soft glowing colors flash across your face highlighting your features and softening them. In the dim light of the room and under the blankets, you press closer to him all the sharp edges of Gotham's alleys stripped away leaving you sleepy-eyed and very huggable. Between you and Tim, you were the one people pointed to when they thought Gothamite but that was the fun of it. He and Tim, they were the only ones who got to see this softer you. The you that you let get enraptured by hobbies and dumb little things. Kon held you close, relishing your presence. This was the version of you they got to keep for themselves and he wouldn't trade it for the world.

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Tim shifts feeling either side of him vacant. Tim rolls over, arms searching for either you or Kon as his mind catches up. The warm sunlight brushes over his skin as he rolls over once again, stirring him from his sleep. Tim blinks, eyes adjusting to the morning light.

9: 10 AM

He groans, shifting up and burying his head under the pillows hoping to once again fall asleep.

“Oh no no no no!”

“Shush! Don’t jinx it!”

Tim’s eye cracks open. He lifts his head a bit tilting it to find the bedroom door open, your voices filtering in like dust in a sunbeam, pleasant but ultimately not helpful.

“I can’t jinx a pre-recorded show, genius!”

Tim sighs. Sleep was, inevitably, lost at this point. Tim debates on whether to keep himself under the covers and finally be able to hog the thick blankets. Or he could, possibly, investigate the commotion happening in your shared living room and risk freezing. Sadly, he chose the latter.

Blearily, Tim searches the room for a shirt only to find one of Kon’s discarded on the floor. Well, it’s not the first time he’s borrowed one of Kon’s shirts.

Tim wasn’t surprised to find you out of bed. After all, the idea of sitting still ate you alive. You were always, always the happiest when you were in motion when your hands were working to make something like some part of you was constantly vying for the chance to be something instead of just being. Tim completely understood the feeling.

Kon had once accused you of being a workaholic when in truth at the moment you had been avoiding work by doing one of your side projects. He had also accused both of you of being sleep allergic which is probably true but at least, Tim’s drink (read: poison) of choice was tea and not a cocktail of monster energy drinks and misery.

It was odd to find Kon out of bed though. Kon could laze around in bed for days if you let him, so his being up was worth investigating if only to make sure the apartment didn’t burn down.

“Look what you did!”

“It’s prerecorded, jackass!”

“You cursed him and gave him a soggy bottom”

Tim can tell just how long you’ve been glued to the T.V. based on the way your vowels slant to mimic that of the hosts. Tim’s slightly chapped lips curl as he shakes his head at the way you and Kon cock your heads towards the T.V., attention completely captured by what seems to be a cooking show. You held your breaths, waiting for the judge to say something. Kon shifts up, leaning his head against your shoulder. Your limbs were tangled loosely against each other. It was a rare, lazy sort of affection that never failed to make Tim smile.

“Ok, no. That’s just mean.” You huff into Kon’s hair, looking absolutely petulant and cute. Tim works to stop an ‘aaaaawww’ rising from the back of his throat lest you throw a pillow at his head.

“Babe, it’s Paul Hollywood. What were you expecting?”

“Human decency. She worked hard on that.” You whine, genuinely looking upset.

Seeing, your reaction Kon relents burrowing himself closer to you for comfort. “True.”

Tim turned his attention to the T.V.. What he found made his brow shoot up.

“Great British Bake Off?” Tim asks, sliding into your left side and placing his head on your shoulder. There is a reason you guys bought an L-shaped couch. Said reason was named Conner Kent who liked laying on top of people. Those people being either of you. Tim snuggles into your side, earning him a kiss on his nose. His nose scrunches feeling itchy. He lets out a small sneeze into the back of his hand. You blanch at him while Kon snorts, throwing him a box of tissues from the coffee table.

“Mornin’, Space Case.” You mumble giving him another kiss, this time on the corner of his lip. Tim blushes, his face brighter than the sunlight outside your window. Tim is, sadly, incurably adorable.

Kon smiles at both of you smugly for what neither of you has any clue. Not until you see what Tim is wearing and not until Tim sees what you’re wearing. You groan and Tim blows out a breath through his nose while Kon presses his positively glowing smile into your hoodie. He’s not going to shut up about this anytime soon or ever.

“Do you two even know anything about baking?” Tim asks, crossing his arms over his chest and smoothly changing the subject.

You and Kon share a look.

“Nope”

“Yes”

“Microwaves and watching this show doesn’t count.”

“Ooook, fine. I don’t. Buuuuuut considering none of us can-”

“I can cook.” Tim defends, clipped. You roll your eyes dramatically. Kon smirks, also doubtful. You flicker your eyes to Kon to meet his and with the brief contact, you know you’re on the same page.

“Microwaves don’t count, Tim.” Kon shoots back, pulling himself off you so he can show Tim the full extent of his Cheshire smile. You can see Tim drawing his hackles up, so both of you, being the little shits you are, continue to goad him.

“You can cook in theory,” You drawl, letting the challenge embed itself into the syllables. Tim cuts you a look. You simply look at him innocently. Tim knows that you’re baiting him. He definitely knows this and yet…

“Fine!”

“Fine?”

“Fine. We’ll even make something from the show!”

“Even chocolate eclairs?” Kon says a little too eagerly. You were just gonna say meringues but chocolate eclairs sound fantastic.

Tim throws up his arms and exasperates. “Sure! Why not?”

You and Kon share a dopey smile, smug and preening as you look at him. Tim groans, placing his head in his hands. He knew this would happen. He knew. You and Kon high five and make a little “yeah!” noise in celebration.

This will not end well.

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You twitch your lips staring down at Tim’s phone, deleting and retyping the message for the third time. You weren’t sure how to explain this without having Jason falling to the floor laughing. Your eyes stung from the smoke so you decided to just send him your third try.

Tim: Hey Jason, theoretically, say your oven caught on fire like via laser beam or something, do you just pour water on it?

You wait a few minutes, watching the three dots indicating he was typing only for him to stop typing without replying. You make a small noise, which was thankfully lost to the bickering behind you when Jason’s phone number flashed on the screen. You’re always nervous about talking to Tim’s family. Tim had once assured you that you were overthinking it but still. To be fair, it was easier than dealing with Kon’s. Actually, no. No, it wasn’t. Both were intimidating but in very different ways. You do have to say that Jason, scary as he was, was easier to approach than say Bruce.

“Baby bird,” Jason says, the edge of a wheeze gripping his throat. Clearly, having just recovered from laughing his guts out. He breathes, hand slamming against what you suspect was either a kitchen countertop or a workbench or both knowing Jason. “Ok, ok, I’m good-” He clears his throat. “Kay, tell me what happened.”

You flick your eyes toward the fire and your boys who were more or less still bickering, their voices tangling with the crackling of the flames. You’re mildly surprised that neither of them is on fire but you’re not holding your breath. They’ll probably be somehow combust in the next five minutes. You love them but they’re disasters.

“We were trying to bake- shut up-” Jason does not snort any quieter. “And well, Tim thought-”

“It was Kon’s idea!”

“You let me!” Kon defends sounding utterly betrayed.

You groan and Jason snickers. “What do we do?”

“Have you tried apologizing to it?”

“Jason, I’m being serious.”

“So am I. Now, apologize.” You sigh exasperatedly. Waynes are assholes.

Tim raises a brow at you and you give him a shrug not really knowing what to tell him. “Apparently, we need to apologize to the oven.” You deadpan, immediately regretting even relaying it. How have you never decked Jason? It wasn’t fear. After all, you’ve decked Batman. Ok, in your defense lack thereof, that one was by accident or moreover reflexive.

“Hey Kon”

“Both of you have to apologize too!”

“First of all, I was in the bathroom getting towels when you two chucklefucks decided to use laser vision to preheat the oven.”

You hear Jason fall out of his chair. Distantly, you hear someone calling Jason an idiot but you weren’t too familiar with the voice. You instantly thank yourself for not turning on the camera considering what state you three were in. Kon was covered in chocolate, your hair-as well as your poor phone- was caked in batter, and Tim? Tim was covered in everything but mostly flour which keeps making his nose twitch like a rabbit. Though, you wouldn’t be surprised if Kon’s already taken a few pictures. You yourself have taken a few.

“Ok but seriously what do we do?”

You hear some rustling and a chair squeaking back into place.

“No…”

“First off, did you close the oven?” Your eyes flicker to them. Placing Tim’s phone between your shoulder and ear, you mime the advice. Tim frowns skeptical but Kon kicks the oven closed anyway.

“Ok, it’s closed now. Should we put water in it?”

“NO. Have you never put out a kitchen fire before? How do you three eat?”

“We live in the middle of downtown, what do you think?”

Jason sighs disbelieving and finally sounding appropriately exasperated. You could see him running his hand over his face. “Who let you three live together?” This made your lips twitch up. “I dunno. Kon and I just started mooching on Tim and then suddenly we each got a key to the apartment.” It was an oversimplification of events but there was a fire and you had to get at least one joke in.

“Do your neighbors have- Wait, don’t you have a Kryptonian clone with freeze breath?”

You blink and slap your palm against your forehead. The other two seemed to get what you had just remembered and act appropriately with Tim looking defeated and Kon finding the situation hilarious.

“Thanks, Jay.” You mutter wanting the Earth to swallow you whole. Esme, your chubby rat, squeaked nuzzling against you as she wormed her way out of your hoodie. She may or may not have been the primary reason for the size of your hoodies. She smiles at the phone, wide-eyed and happy as if she could see Jason. You hear a soft laugh coming from Jason’s end.

“Is that Esme?” Your brow ticks up not quite sure how to answer. “Uh yeah.” You answer dumbly, giving Esme little scritches that she leaned into happily making all her little happy noises.

“Give her a cuddle for me.” You give Esme a kiss on her nose and she snuggles in reciprocation. Kon pouts face still full of chocolate, “Where’s mine?”

“You’ll get one once our apartment isn’t about to burn down.”

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Fresh out of the shower, you plop down next to Tim letting your wet hair flop onto his face and his fuzzy Wonder Girl sweatshirt. Tim huffs at you taking another bite out of the hot fresh-ly ordered stuffed crust pizza. The cheese was still gooey and molten. It made your stomach rumble like nobody’s business. You whine childishly trying to get Tim to hand you one. He looks at you, mouthful of pizza, and grabs one only to hand it to Kon. You gasp at him. You stretch your legs over their laps in protest only to retract them immediately after Kon pokes at your feet a couple of times tickling you.

You hide behind Tim, glaring at Kon and sticking your tongue out. Tim, the traitor, moves out of the way letting Kon’s long arms capture you. You shriek almost sounding like Esme as he pulls you in sitting you in his lap. You sigh in defeat as Kon places his chin on your head. You don’t even want to see the triumphant smirks on both their faces.

You grab a slice and through the mouthful of cheese and grease, you murmur “We really need to learn how to cook.” Tim hums in agreement, leaning against Kon, aka the cuddliest heater in the world. You lean back into Kon as another signature bake is brought up to the judges. You all watch with bated breaths as you wait for the results.

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You marvel at the fresh ingredients laid before you and the posh man standing in your kitchen rolling up his sleeves.

“Hey, Duckie, are we in trouble?” Kon whispers from behind you. He’s got your back, he said.

“Kind of?” Tim bleats, his voice a little high.

You snort raising an eyebrow at him hiding your smile behind your hand. “Timmy, what does kind of mean?”

“I can hear you.” Alfred deadpans. You and Kon stiffen. You’re pretty sure even Tim straightens up, probably out of habit.

“Do any of you know how to cook?” Alfred asks in the primmest sounding accent you’ve ever heard.

“Nope, we live downtown for a reason.” You snark reflexively. Tim glares at you and hisses silently. You shrink and mutter an apology which Alfred takes graciously.

“I am assuming you don’t then. Well, it’s lucky that I have a free afternoon.”

Tim eyes him suspiciously. “What happened to B?”

“Your father can take care of himself.”

“You sure?”

You think you see Alfred smile at that.

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bytheangell · 4 years ago

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I Don’t Want to Say I (I Want to Say We)

( @shadowhunterbingo square: Arranged Marriage) (Read on AO3)

“What do you mean we don’t count?” Alec demands, voice rising to a near shout. Andrew keeps his expression as professionally neutral as possible at the outburst. It’s a closed meeting, and outside of the two Council members who requested it, the only person besides Alec is Andrew. This isn’t uncommon for them - Alec often brings someone else to meetings that could just as easily be entirely private, if only so he has a friendly face in his corner when dealing with some of the more antagonistic Council members. Andrew has been that ‘someone else’ for quite a few meetings that Izzy or Jace couldn’t make it to.

“Your marriage is hardly a sacrifice made in good faith,” Blackridge points out. “The warlocks feel the same. With how quickly - and willingly - Bane left with you for Alicante, they aren’t positive he won’t side more with you than his own people. He’s done it before. And so have you for him.”

“Everyone knows your allegiance is more to each other than each other’s people,” Lydia Branwell reluctantly adds. Andrew can tell that she doesn’t want to be here, and probably is only because the Council thought the news coming from her might soften the blow, given her history and connection with Alec. “Both sides want a newly arranged marriage to seal the agreement. Something purely symbolic.”

Andrew watches Alec silently struggle to keep his expression impassive, but he knows Alec well enough to catch the way his hands clench into fists at his side, nails digging into his palms as he considers the orders he’s being given. Andrew is impressed to hear Alec’s voice is almost even when he finally speaks.

“I can’t ask anyone to do that,” Alec says finally, shaking his head.

“You won’t be asking them, you’ll be ordering them. This isn’t a debate, Lightwood,” Blackridge tells him, with a smirk. “Trust me, I doubt Rey is any happier about being on the other end of this.”

Andrew, who’s remained otherwise silent this entire meeting, can’t help but react now. His eyes widen for a moment in surprise, gaze flicking from Alec to Blackridge in an immediate shift of interest. “Lo-- Mr. Rey is choosing the warlock?”

Blackridge laughs. “No, Mr. Rey is the warlock. The warlock council from the Spiral Labyrinth is likely informing him as we speak.”

Andrew’s blood turns cold. Lorenzo. Lorenzo is the other end of the arranged marriage.

A lot of thoughts go through Andrew’s head at that moment, but he can’t say any of them because no one knows about the relationship he’s had with Lorenzo for the past six months. A relationship Andrew almost could’ve pretended wasn’t that big of a deal if it wasn’t for the violent churn in his stomach at the thought of seeing Lorenzo with anyone else, or the sinking weight in his chest at the idea of losing him now, even if it was over something entirely out of their control.

No, that somehow only makes it worse.

“If you can’t do it, someone else will do it for you,” Blackridge adds to Alec, entirely unaware of the internal crisis Andrew’s having, suddenly realizing that Alec being in control of this situation is the only way Andrew has a chance of coming out of this with his heart intact.

“He can do it,” Andrew says suddenly, drawing three sets of surprised eyes in his direction.

“Andrew, I can’t-”

“You can do it,” Andrew repeats pointedly, hoping his tone and the pleading look in his eyes are enough to convey to Alec that he’s not just spouting generic ‘you got this, buddy!’ reassurances.

Alec looks him over curiously, but Andrew doesn’t risk being more insistent than he already was, not wanting to look suspicious.

“Alright. I’ll choose someone,” Alec agrees slowly. Andrew feels his shoulders sag in visible relief.

“You have three days, Lightwood. Or we’re stepping in,” Blackridge says, and a minute later he and Lydia are gone from the room.

Once they’re definitely alone again, Alec turns to Andrew.

“You gonna tell me what that was about?” Alec asks him.

Andrew hesitates. What is his plan? To stall in the hopes of Lorenzo refusing on his end? To make sure he can at least get a say in who is about to step in and ruin the best thing that’s happened to him in years? Or to be bold enough to put himself in a position he isn’t sure he’s ready for, in a declaration he is equally unsure Lorenzo will appreciate, or even agree to?

“I volunteer,” Andrew says before he can change his mind.

“You what?” Alec nearly chokes on the words.

“I volunteer. I’ll marry Lorenzo,” Andrew repeats.

“No. You don’t deserve that - no one deserves this,” Alec shakes his head. “I didn’t walk out of my own political marriage just to force one on someone else.”

“You aren’t forcing me. It’s fine, Alec. I’ll do it.” Andrew, Raziel help him, still can’t bring himself to admit why. He isn’t sure if it’s to protect Lorenzo and honor their agreement to not let anyone find out about their secret relationship, or because he’s afraid that admitting it wouldn’t be a true ‘sacrifice’ would force Alec to choose someone else. No matter the reason, he hesitates, guarding the truth even now.

Alec looks him over closely.

“You keep calling him Lorenzo,” Alec observes cautiously. “Are the two of you…?”

“Quite close already, Sir. Yes,” Andrew confirms without saying the word boyfriend. He knows he can trust Alec, but he also knows that Alec is bound, to a certain extent, to following orders. The less he knows the more plausible deniability he has later if questioned on his choice.

If he chooses Andrew at all.

“I see,” Alec’s expression softens.

“I can’t let it be anyone else. Please, Alec, let me do this,” Andrew says, openly pleading now.

“I still don’t like it. Give me those three days to see what I can do. But if it has to be someone… you’re certain you want it to be you?”

Andrew nods. “Yes.”

Alec sighs. “Alright. Thank you, Andrew.”

It isn’t until they’re both back at the Institute and Andrew receives a ‘We need to talk’ text from Lorenzo that a thought occurs to him for the first time:

What if Lorenzo doesn’t want to marry him?

They’re dating, sure, and Andrew would like to think that there’s something there between them… but dating and marriage are two very different things. What if Lorenzo would prefer someone else? What if he liked Andrew for now but had no intention of keeping him around forever? They’re doing fine now, but what if this offer is too much? What if this breaks them?

Andrew is a mess of nerves the rest of the day, barely able to fill out basic reports without his mind wandering until his shift is finally over and he immediately makes his way to Lorenzo’s. He walks, hoping the fresh air will calm him and clear his head, but it does neither.

The anxiety must be written all over his face, because the moment he steps through the door Lorenzo takes one look at him and says, “You already know.”

Andrew nods.

“It’s ridiculous!” Lorenzo exclaims. “Do you know they had the audacity to tell me it wasn’t even a sacrifice for me!? ‘What’s a couple of decades?’, they said! As if-” he words break off then, surprisingly emotional. “As if losing the time I’d have with you wouldn’t be a sacrifice.”

Lorenzo thought he was losing him. Of course he did, Andrew realizes. Because he expects that the Shadowhunter chosen would be forced into it, the same as him. And maybe if anyone other than Alec were in charge, that would be the case.

“You don’t have to lose me, Ren,” Andrew starts, but Lorenzo cuts him off before he can finish.

“Damn right I don’t, because I’m not doing it. They can find another High Warlock if they have to.”

“Well,” Andrew says. “That would make the fact that I volunteered to be the Shadowhunter in the arrangement a bit awkward, then.”

Lorenzo, who’d been pacing back and forth in his barely contained frustration and anger, stops dead in his tracks. “What?”

“I was with Alec when they told him what was happening, and I… I volunteered. I couldn’t exactly stand there and listen to them discuss my boyfriend marrying someone else.”

“Andrew, I…” Lorenzo starts, but his words trail off. The silence that follows while Lorenzo processes the new information puts Andrew back on edge.

“If you don’t want to, that’s… well, I suppose it isn’t fine, but I’ll understand,” Andrew’s voice is quiet but at least it fills the silence. “We hadn’t really discussed our future that far before.”

“I don’t want you to marry me out of obligation,” Lorenzo points out.

“I’m not. For me, at least, it’s… well, if things kept going well that was always the endgame, wasn’t it? We’re just accelerating the timeline.”

Andrew can feel his heartbeat in his chest, the pulse points in his neck and wrists seeming to quicken with every passing second that he waits for Lorenzo to say something, anything, about whether or not he wants to marry him.

“You would really want to marry a warlock?” Lorenzo asks him, and the hint of disbelief behind the words guts Andrew. Lorenzo puts on a front so often that sometimes even he forgets how vulnerable his boyfriend can actually be.

“I would really want to marry you, Lorenzo,” Andrew corrects, taking a step toward Lorenzo to reach out his hands. He doesn’t take Lorenzo’s, however. Not yet. Andrew stops halfway to his boyfriend and waits.

For a moment he’s afraid Lorenzo isn’t going to move, but then he’s closing the space between them, ignoring Andrew’s outstretched hands to wrap his arms around Andrew’s waist and pull him flush against his body, lips meeting in a deep, emotional kiss.

When they finally part for air Andrew looks into Lorenzo’s eyes to see the faint shimmer of unshed tears there before he blinks them away, smiling.

“Is that a yes?” Andrew asks, not wanting to leave anything up to assumptions at this point.

“Yes,” Lorenzo confirms, nodding. “I want to marry you, too.”

Andrew beams. “This isn’t exactly how I imagined proposing. I don’t even have a ring,” he laughs.

Lorenzo smirks. “I could do something about that,” he says coyly. There’s a wave of golden yellow magic, and then two beautiful golden bands rest in his open palm.

“Of course you would have engagement bands just sitting around for anyone,” Andrew laughs.

“Not just anyone,” Lorenzo admits.

Oh. “Oh, Ren…”

“You weren’t the only one hoping maybe someday…” Lorenzo’s words trail off as he looks up at Andrew with a soft smile. “I just didn’t expect to need them so soon.”

With any last lingering doubts or hesitations gone from his mind, it’s Andrew who closes the space between them this time, knowing they’re going to be just fine.

#reyhill #andrew underhill #lorenzo rey #alec lightwood #shadowhunters #ShadowhunterBingo #hmdiscord #it's been a hot second since I wrote Reyhill and I still love them #elle writes a few deadbeat lines #long post

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snelbz · 4 years ago

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Reckoning and Retribution {2}

An A Court of Thorns and Roses, House of Earth and Blood, & Throne of Glass Crossover, Western AU fanfiction.

Based on a prompt sent in for the 4k follower contest {winner}, from Anonymous: “Ok hear me out: WILD WEST AU CROSSOVER”

@snelbz / @tacmc

The town was much smaller than he had suspected. When he got Rowan’s letter, Lorcan had at least expected to come to a bustling town, but when he arrived, it was surprisingly quaint. As he rode into town, there were only a few out to greet him, and they all had a skeptical look. One thing was clear: this town was not friendly toward outsiders.

Lorcan probably wasn’t too helpful, either. He didn’t have the most welcoming demeanor. Every look, every gesture, scared people away.

He couldn’t help it, though.

It’s what came natural.

He tied up his horse next to the familiar mare outside the sheriff’s office. Patting his blue roan on the neck, he started up the stairs and let himself in.

The front of the office was empty, just a sitting area and some pictures hanging on the wall.

He could hear music playing from somewhere and debated on whether he should go up the stairs or towards the back. The music seemed to be coming from the back of the building.

That meant Rowan was most likely upstairs, as far from the jovial tune as he could be.

Every step creaked as Lorcan stepped on them, eventually landing himself in the nearly empty second floor landing.

True enough, Rowan was in the back office, his boots propped up on the desktop, his hat pulled down over his face.

“This town is so boring all you do is sleep all day?” Lorcan asked, in way of greeting.

Rowan chuckled from beneath his hat. “It’s about damn time you showed up.” He slowly slid the hat to the top of his head and gave Lorcan an amused look. “Welcome.”

Lorcan’s jaw locked. “Don’t welcome me yet.”

“Too late.” Rowan stood and made his way over to his oldest friend. “Thanks for coming, I’m… in a bit over my head here.”

Lorcan leveled him a look. “You expect me to help you figure out how to be sheriff? Did you forget who you’re talking to?”

A quiet chuckle. “Of course not, but I know at some point, I’m going to have to get my hands dirty. It’d be better if they weren’t… my hands.”

Lorcan nodded, thinking about the offer. It’s the same one he’d made him in the letter he’d received a week ago. “And I’d be promised immunity?”

“As much as I can offer,” Rowan admitted. “This would be an under the table sort of arrangement.”

Lorcan was about to say something when he heard the front door open and hurried feet ran up the steps. A young man appeared in the doorway. “Sheriff Whitethorn, there’s a-.”

He froze when he beheld Lorcan standing in front of the sheriff and he swallowed hard.

Rowan asked, “What’s the problem, Luca?”

His eyes darted between the two men. “Ma- may we talk in private, sir?”

“Of course,” he said and followed the man downstairs.

Lorcan sighed and sat down in one of the wooden chairs in front of Rowan’s desk, leaning back and waiting. Only a few minutes later, he heard his friends steps returning and when he glanced back, he saw an amused smile on his face.

Leaning against his desk, he sighed and said, “I brought you here to be one of the good guys, not the bad guys. You can’t scare the shit out of the townsfolk.”

He was smirking, and he said, “But I’m good at being the bad guy. Besides, all I did was ride into town. I can’t help it if the people of this town are pussies.”

“Lor,” Rowan warned, and he held up two hands in surrender. Rowan sighed and said, “What do you say? Are you willing to help me out?”

Lorcan made a show of debating the question, even though they both knew what his answer would be. “Will I be paid well?”

“Of course,” Rowan said, plopping back into the chair behind his desk.

“How are the women in this town?” Lorcan followed.

Rowan gave him an exasperated look. “Seriously? When did you get picky about women?”

Lorcan grinned. “You’re paying for my whiskey, right?”

“If I did that, I’d be broke within the week,” Rowan countered.

Lorcan snorted. “Fine. I’ll stay. For now.””

“For now?” Rowan asked.

Lorcan smirked and repeated, “For now.”

Rowan sighed and leaned across the desk extending his hand. Lorcan took it in his own and shook it as Rowan said, “Lorcan Salvaterre, welcome to Rose Creek.”

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Azriel wasn’t exactly sure how Elain Archeron convinced the ground to produce such beautiful flowers. Everyone else who tried ended up with dead, dry weeds within a few weeks, but not Elain. No, every grave he dug was decorated with whatever floral beauty was growing in her garden that season.

As he stepped out of the little hut they had the audacity to call his “office”, he found her sprinkling water over the buds she’d placed on the grave he’d dug only the day before.

He meandered over to her, admiring her natural beauty as he did so.

“Good morning,” he said, quietly.

Elain looked up at him, over her shoulder with a soft, wistful smile. “Why do I feel like you’ve been digging more graves the last few months?”

Azriel met her eyes. “Well...it hasn’t been your imagination, unfortunately.”

With a sigh, Elain stood up and brushed off her skirts, admiring her display atop the dirt. “I chose lilies. I’ve always loved lilies.”

“They’re beautiful,” Azriel agreed, his voice low. “Can I ask you something?”

She looked at him, surprised. “Of course.”

“Why do you bother?” He asked, nodding toward her flower display. “Most of the people buried here are criminals and vigilantes.”

She turned around, looking back to the flowers she’d placed so reverently on each of the graves. “Because every single one of these men had at least one person who cared for them in our messed up world, yes?” She turned back to look at him, but decided her question didn’t need an answer. She smiled. “Everyone, even the lowliest of criminals, deserves a little bit of beauty and peace in death, don’t you think?”

He nodded. He saw more death than most people saw in their entire lives, had seen things that would make some of the corpses that surrounded him roll over in their graves. But he agreed.

“I also do it so you’ll have something beautiful to see everyday, too.”

He lifted the brim of his hat, looking up at her, and he found her smiling. He asked, “For me?”

“Yes, for you,” she confirmed, quietly, her fingers fidgeting with the sides of her skirts. “I won’t pretend to know what you face, doing this job. If I can make it even the slightest bit more pleasant for you, that is what I’ll continue to do.”

He watched her with a small smile, his eyes narrowed. He had known Elain for a while now, had come to value her friendship. She alone made every day better for him, but he wouldn’t let her know that.

“Thank you,” he whispered, at last.

“You’re welcome,” she smiled, and looked back towards the town. “I should go. Feyre has to work tonight and I promised I’d cook her favorite lunch to prepare.”

“You’ll be alone tonight?” He asked, and though it sounded like a proposition of sorts, she knew it wasn’t, just genuine concern for her wellbeing.

She nodded. “I will. Nesta is expected at seven and Feyre will be there around four.”

Azriel opened and closed his mouth three times before he let it fall shut. He sighed and said, “Don’t leave your cabin, please.”

“I won’t,” she said, smiling at him as she tied the loose hat back onto her head. “I’m a smart girl, Mr. Draeven.”

“Azriel,” he corrected her, but he knew the posterity was for his sake, not hers. She loved to mess with him in that regard. And the smile on his face proved he did as well.

With a nod, she said, “Have a good day, Azriel.”

As he watched her walk back into town, her skirts kicking dust up with every step she took, he cursed himself for not asking her to have dinner with him.

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Aedion hated working in the mines. He had to do what he had to do, though, and he knew no other trades. His father owned the damn mines, as his grandfather had before him. It made for long, exhausting days, but at least he got paid. None of that easier because you’re family bullshit. Even Aedion’s father worked in the mines with them.

His pay wasn’t much, but it was enough to get a drink and eat a hot meal at the end of the day.

“Dreaming of that lady of yours?”

Aedion looked over his shoulder and wiped sweat and dust from his brow as he took in a grinning Ruhn.

“Back to work,” Aedion snapped, although he was smiling. “And she’s not my lady.”

She wasn’t a lady, at all, but that didn’t stop Aedion from having eyes for Lysandra Ennar, and her alone.

Ruhn’s pickaxe hit the mineral rich dirt in the wall and he grunted with the force of it. “She's a lady.” Another grunt and rain of rocks and dust as the tip of his ax dug in deeper. “You’re obsessed with her.” Grunt. “She’s obsessed with you.” Grunt. “Sounds to me like she’s your lady.”

Aedion smiled again, but it was sad now. “You know as well as I do that she can never be mine.”

The quiet sigh that left him was telling enough. “Yeah.”

Ruhn loved someone trapped in Maeve’s servitude as well, but a wholly different kind of love. Aedion counted his blessings and thanked the gods that he didn’t have to endure what Ruhn did each night. That he didn’t have to watch Aelin whore herself out to atone for someone else’s sins, like he did with Bryce.

In the distance, an explosion sounded and the walls shook. Aedion was throwing his hands over his head, shaking and cursing and going pale as his axe hit the ground.

His ears were ringing, and he couldn’t hear a thing, couldn’t think straight, could only feel the heavy thumping of his heart and his heavy, uneven breaths.

Dirty, calloused hands gripped onto his shoulders and shook him, and next thing he knew, Ruhn was in his face.

The explosion hadn’t been anywhere near them.

Nothing had fallen, nothing had collapsed anywhere close. The men around them were still working, still swinging their pickaxes.

“Hey. Hey!” Aedion could finally hear Ruhn’s voice, trying to bring him back from the memories that had forced their way inside his mind.

Aedion blinked, trying to bring himself back, to orient himself back in the present.

“Hey,” Ruhn said, gripping his shoulders a hair tighter. “You’re not in that shit anymore. You’re here. You’re back with us.”

A shuddering breath left Aedion and then a gasp as his lungs remembered how to function. He was staring at Ruhn, letting the familiarity of his friend’s face ground him.

“You’re home, Aedion,” he said, barely able to be heard over the clang of metal around them. “You’re home.”

Home.

He looked around them, at the dank, dark mine, the tunnels and shafts shooting off in every direction, as far as the eye could see.

Home.

What a fucking joke.

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Elide entered the Sheriff’s office to near silence. If it wasn’t for the heavy footsteps upstairs, she would have thought the building was empty.

Picking up her skirts in one hand so that she wouldn’t trip, and holding the handle of the basket in the other, Elide walked to the second floor, where she peeked into Aelin’s office.

And found a man who was definitely not Aelin.

The man met her gaze beneath the brim of his hat, his dark eyes settling on her with a coolness that had the hairs on the back of her neck standing up.

“Pardon me, sir,” she began, quietly, keeping her chin held high even though her voice was hesitant. “I apologize for the intrusion. I was looking for Deputy Galathynius. I brought her a gift to congratulate her on her new position.” She held up her basket, but after seeing that the man behind the desk was not at all intrigued, she let it fall back down to her side.

“Where’s my welcome basket?” He drawled, letting his eyes scan over her. She seemed harmless enough, but Lorcan trusted nobody. Even waif thin ladies carrying baskets of baked goods.

“I’m afraid I don’t know you, mister, but knowing you would not make you anymore entitled to a gift from me.” She held her chin up as she spoke to him, something not many people dared to do.

“And who are you,” he asked, removing his hat and placing it on the desk.

The desk that did not belong to him.

“A friend of Deputy Galathynius. So if you wouldn’t mind telling me where I could find her, sir, I’ll be on my way.”

A dark brow rose. “She and Rowan are out at the Nazari ranch. Had a calf that turned up mutilated.”

He expected her already pale skin to bleach at the talk of gore, but she did no such thing. Instead, her lips parted slightly. “One of Cassian’s calves?”

The familiarity with which she said the rancher’s name displeased Lorcan. “Guess so.” He would have liked to hear her say his name the same. “I’m Lorcan Salvaterre. Newest deputy in your quaint, little town of Rose Creek.”

Elide blinked. She gazed at his black hat on the desk, his dark clothes, even his eyes and hair were as dark as night. “You’re a deputy? Of justice?”

He snorted. “Something like that.”

Elide hummed, because she didn’t have another reaction to the thought of the man in front of her doing anything for the greater good of a community.

“You haven’t told me your name, miss.”

Miss on his lips sounded more like a tease than anything else.

“Elide Lochan,” she replied, chin still raised. “I’m the teacher down at the schoolhouse.”

“Teacher?” he asked, one brow raised. He glanced down at her basket, “And baker?”

“In my spare time,” Elide said, with a nod. “I find that people like it when you gift them with baked goods.”

“Then I’ll continue to wait for my welcome basket,” he said.

“I wouldn’t hold my breath if I were you, Mister Salvaterre,” she said, placing the basket on the table in the corner. “You could be waiting for a while.”

She wiped her hands on her skirts and was down the stairs and out the door before Lorcan could even think of what to say.

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Cassian Nazari stood alongside the sheriff and his deputy as they gazed down at the calf.

What was left of it, at least.

“You suppose it was a coyote?” Cassian asked, crossing his broad arms over his chest.

Rowan bent down, stooping to get a better look. Aelin was getting as good a look as she needed from where she stood, thank you very much.

“Might have been a bobcat,” he mused, looking at the uniform gashes along its body.

“It was a knife,” Aelin said, causing both mean to look at her.

Rowan stood and looked down at her. “What animal do you know of that can use a knife?”

Aelin scoffed and put a hand on her hip. Her trouser-covered hips. No ruffles, skirts, or dresses while she was on the clock. Her self-imposed new rule. “Not an animal, you ass. A human did this.”

Cassian stared at her. “This is a lot of damage for a person to inflict. This is brutal.”

“Of course it is. Because it’s supposed to be. It’s supposed to scare the shit out of you, Cash.”

Rowan blinked. “I’m not following.”

Cash’s eyes narrowed. “Are you insinuating the Black Brothers did this?”

“I have no definitive proof who did it,” she said, stepping closer to the mutilated animal. She bent down and pointed to the bullet hole in its head. “But I don’t know of any animals that can use guns either, Sheriff Whitethorn.”

Rowan stiffened, then looked over his shoulder at Aelin Galathynius. They had hardly worked alongside one another at this point, but every little thing she did annoyed the ever loving shit out of him.

“Would you like to say something, Sheriff?” Aelin inquired, noting his annoyance.

“Good observation,” he muttered, looking back down at the calf. He had read about the Black Brothers since his arrival, since he was given his new position. It was true that they were up to no good, but they had managed to dodge the law up until this point.

“I think we should bring them in for questioning,” Aelin said.

Rowan rose to his full height and gave Aelin a questionable look. “Based on what evidence?”

“Based on the evidence that this looks like something they would do, and we have to start somewhere.” Aelin turned her attention to Cassian. “Was anything else out of place this morning?”

He removed his hat and ran a hand through his hair. “Not that I can think of. I mostly just noticed this one was missing.” He gestured to the calf. “I looked for her, but I didn’t see a single animal that could do this. None of my other animals are missing either.”

“Hmmm.” Aelin crossed her arms over her chest. She knew Rowan was right, they couldn’t bring someone in for questioning based just on the fact that they were sleazy.

“We’ll keep in touch, Cash, yeah?” Rowan said, shaking the man’s hand. “Let us know if you see or hear anything. We’ll look into some things.”

Cassian nodded his head. “Thank you, Sheriff, Deputy.”

Aelin nodded, and the two of them walked back to the horses while Cassian prepared to dispose of the animal.

“You can’t possibly think the Blacks have nothing to do with this,” Aelin said, turning her gaze on him.

“I have no reason to think Erawan and Hybern Black would do this,” Rowan said, a hand in his pocket as they reached their horses. “Aside from the fact that they’re greedy and would do anything for a quick buck, what would they gain from killing one calf on a cattle ranch?”

Aelin hesitated. She wasn’t sure. It was peculiar, and it sure did not make sense to her, at all.

“We should do some questioning, though,” Rowan said. “Maybe with Hunt, if he saw anything in the middle of the night.”

Hunt stayed at the saloon for most of the night, into the late hours of the morning. He would know who was up and about throughout the night, or at least may know of someone who was.

“Not a bad idea,” Aelin admitted, pulling herself up onto her saddle.

“Mr. Athalar will be our first stop, then,” Rowan decided, helping himself up onto his mare.

They rode back into town, and Aelin had to admit that it was much easier to ride a horse when you didn’t have to ride side-saddle in inches and inches of skirts. She could definitely see herself getting used to the trousers she now wore.

Rowan’s reaction the first morning she’d walked through the door of their building, her hair braided back off her face, the bright cosmetics of the night before nearly forgotten, was one she would remember forever. He’d been drinking his coffee, standing by the stairwell, and Aelin was proud to see it spray along the side wall as she’d stepped inside wearing the high waisted trousers.

Now, after learning how easily she could ride in trousers, she was hard pressed to say she may never go back to dresses and skirts again.

Rowan’s shock definitely had a hand in her decision to buy multiple pairs, too. It was apparently difficult to surprise Rowan Whitethorn, and she had done it only twenty-four hours after they met.

It was a proud moment to add to her long list of accomplishments.

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With a huff, Feyre dropped the bus tub full of dishes in the kitchen where Luca was busy scrubbing away. “Hunt says we need more glasses.”

He lifted a hand in acknowledgment and Feyre was rushing back out into the lively front room, the sound of card games and merriment in the air. The piano was at the heart of it all and there were girls dancing on the tables.

Not the type of girl like Nesta; no, these girls were here of their own free will. The only thing making them get up and dance was the ale they’d been sinking since before she arrived for her shift. They weren’t trapped into a contract by the Devil’s Wife herself. Speaking of, Feyre couldn’t locate her sister in the sea of faces, meaning she must still be upstairs with a client. She’d have a shot of whiskey ready to slip to her the moment she returned back down the stairs. Being rip roaring drunk by midnight was one of the reasons Nesta was able to endure the physical torture night after night. Feyre would do anything in her power to help, in any way that she could.

Looking around the crowded room, she did catch the eyes of the handsome, young mayor. Rhysand was a fair man, and though he came into the saloon almost every night, he rarely drank. The former mayor had gotten drunk every night, so whether this was a political or personal choice, it caught Feyre’s attention. Not to mention the way he always seemed to be watching her.

Working in the saloon, even as a lowly barmaid, often came with its own struggles. Especially when said saloon was attached to a brothel. Hunt put a stop to it when he could, but sometimes Feyre had to do so herself.

Feyre had just noticed the bar top was full, and Hunt was well and truly swamped. She stepped around a table, headed for the bar, when a firm grip wrapped around her wrist and she was tugged backwards. She found herself face to face with a man about her age, who’s dark eyes promised nothing but pain. “And how much are you for the hour?”

“I’m not for sale.”

It usually worked. Most respected what she said, backed off and let her go on her way.

The piece of shit holding onto her had no intention of letting go.

Feyre jerked her hand back, but the stranger’s grip was firm. She would surely have a ring-shaped bruise around her wrist when he finally got his shit together and backed off.

“I said, I’m not for sale,” Feyre hissed, her chin raised high. “Hand off.”

“I like a little spitfire,” he replied, his drawl strong, the scent of liquor on his breath even stronger. His grip tightened to the point that Feyre cringed, her skin stinging from his hold. “I bet you’ve got even more of an attitude in bed-.”

Feyre’s spit landed in the middle of the stranger’s face before she could even think better of it. Surely, she would pay for the hasty decision in tips, but she wouldn’t let a man take her to bed after she’s said no.

She wouldn’t.

The stranger’s eyes turned hard as he yanked Feyre forward, but that was as far as he got. Someone new was grabbing the stranger’s collar, his fist cracking the drunk stranger’s jaw.

The saloon fell quiet, even the jaunty tune of the piano slowed and stopped as everyone turned to where the man had fallen to the floor in the middle of the room. The men around the table looked up at the man attached to the fist that knocked their friend out as he said, “The lady said no.”

It was a moot point, the man was out cold, and his friends were scrambling to lift him from the floor and hurrying out the door. Apparently, the look on her savior’s face was enough to deter not only a second round of brawling, but also the propositions as well.

Feyre turned to thank the man.

She didn’t know Ruhn Danaan well, not as well as she’d come to know and love his sister since she came to work as a barmaid, but she knew his face well. He came into the saloon every night, and every night, he ordered a whiskey, sat in the corner and nursed it until closing time. He never came to get drunk. He came to keep as close an eye as he could on his sister.

Feyre knew how he felt, knew the feeling. She had to watch Nesta do the same thing Bryce did every night, and it never got easier. If anything, it became harder, more difficult, watching it day after day.

“I can take care of myself, Mr. Danaan,” she said, but her voice was light, her smile soft.

Ruhn chuckled, quietly. “I know, but you shouldn’t have to.”

“Perhaps not,” she agreed, as the piano’s happy tune continued and the saloon went back to normal. “Thank you. He got what he deserved.”

“He deserved worse, but Hunt says no weapons within his walls.” Ruhn looked over his shoulder at the owner, then back to Feyre. “Last time I pulled out my gun in here, I was banned for a week.”

“Well, Mr. Dannan, we can’t have that,” Feyre said, a glint in her eye.

“No, Miss Archeron, we can’t,” Ruhn agreed.

Feyre tried to think of something snarky to say back, working in the bar had certainly made hee more comfortable having a more colorful vocabulary, but before she could, Ruhn’s name was called from across the bar.

His eyes flicked over to where his friends had just walked in. They settled back on her and he said, “Until next time, Miss Feyre,” and was gone, joining his companions.

Those sapphire eyes unsettled her, but also had her stomach tied in knots. Once she remembered how to walk, she hurried back over to the bar, helping Hunt fulfill drink orders and laughing and chatting with her friends who came in.

All the while, she felt sapphire eyes on her, tracking her every move. And violet eyes as well.

#reckoning and retribution #snelbz rar #snacmc #snelbz tacmc collab #snelbz 4k crossover

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delusion-of-negation · 4 years ago

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top 10 (ish) ridiculous or annoying FAQs:

(click at your own discretion)

1) "kids today rely on others to do everything"

ah yes, damn those participation trophies! if it wasn't for them my hands wouldn't be fucked, and I wouldn't need people to write for me. but seriously, stop reading boomer comics, and go outside to meet some actual young people.

2) "sus that a non-american says mom"

yeah, because it's clearly the superior version, and I'm not too patriotic to concede a defeat.

3) "sweaty, the victims of abuse by catholics are real people, stop appropriating their pain just because you want to hate catholics; plus teachers abuse people just as often anyway"

so firstly, I don't hate anybody. and secondly, regarding the fact that victims really do exist, [insert "of course I know him, he's me" meme here]; although I don't often talk much about the abuse I went through or what my religious beliefs are. but, more importantly, statements like "survivors are people" can be phrased like "some people are survivors", and when you're unable to act according to the latter (like when you don't even consider that somebody might be one) then you display a failure to recognise the former - you're projecting; a survivor can't be appropriating their own pain, but you can be appropriating it to silence one. and thirdly, teachers do abuse - the problem isn't and has never been purely religion, rather that abuse is often done by somebody in a position of trust, power, and familiarity; and that the lack of a global minimum enables totally legal abuse on top of the illegal stuff. people with access and respect have more opportunity to abuse than those without, and that goes for teachers too. but, once again, you can be appropriating the pain of survivors to deflect and silence people. please remember this before you say that shit.

4) "get help/therapy"

way ahead of you - years ahead of you. but it's not magic - people who say this often act as if you'll start behaving differently overnight. not only are some things simply beyond the ability of talking therapy to completely rectify, it also takes time and has to be selective. you've got to pick your priorities, and that's definitely not whatever ship or joke you're mad at me about today. therapy is a slow, arduous process that can't guarantee results - it isn't "anti-recovery" to recognise that, it's honesty. while I've been in therapy for a long time, it is not necessarily going to change whatever you don't like about me - whether that's because it can't, because my focus now is on more important or urgent things, or because I don't want to change that.

5a) "tell your family you ship incest, see how that goes; normal people find it disgusting"

actually, some know, and they're fine with it. in fact, one prefers sibling pairings in fiction to all other dynamics because, to paraphrase, "it's a deeper level of messed up co-dependence". so unfortunately for you, my remaining family (by which I mean those not dead or cut out of my life after abuse and so forth) actually are able to distinguish between fiction and reality. plus, my reasoning for caring if they find it gross or not pertains only to recommending books and such - their opinions do not dictate my tastes.

5b) "don't sexualise/appropriate incestuous abuse" and "I bet you enjoyed being raped" and other attempts to upset me over 5a

firstly, as I've already said here, survivors can't be appropriating ourselves. in addition, you're not owed people's history or trauma - it's not okay to require people's personal information, or else you'll send anon hate and accusations of appropriation. secondly, I'm not sexualising our abuse (not just because I write horror, and so a lot of my writing is intended to be creepy, not sexy); these stories aren't about us, they're not us at all. entire dynamics/people (fictional or otherwise) aren't all going to be applicable to us or identical to us, just because they have something in common with us; they're not us and they're not accountable to us. thirdly, the fact that people send this stuff (attempting to trigger people's trauma over ships) is so much more worrying to me than somebody making our communal imaginary friends kiss. you're trying to hurt people. and finally, to the "I bet you enjoyed it" crowd (if you're at all serious): do you think you'd enjoy being in a real zombie apocalypse, alone, afraid, and really at risk of being eaten alive? a fictional scenario does not feel remotely the same as a real one. this isn't rocket science - things that look like you aren't you; fiction isn't reality; don't send anon hate. (edit: comparable "just leave me alone, I'm not hurting anyone" sentiments for yandere stuff, and anything else you decide I'm naughty for.)

6) "you'll be sent off to do manual labour once your communist revolution happens"

while I don't know why people think that I'm a communist, a dictatorial regime probably isn't going to want me to do manual labour. they're more likely to just shoot me; I'm useless and a liability. call me crazy, but something tells me that "ah yes, we shall give ze deranged cripple ze power tools" isn't the communist position.

7a) "they/them can't be singular pronouns"

yes they can, and they're used as such in both shakespeare and the bible. but you don't have to say this - I'm also okay with he/him, so you could've just used those and chilled out. also, do I look like somebody who views the rules of grammar as fully immutable and imperative?

7b) "enbies/aros/pan/etc aren't valid"

do you really think that you're going to change any hearts or minds by putting that in my ask box or under my funny maymays? chill out, it's not worth the effort - you could be planning a party (in minecraft) and having fun instead. it isn't worth my time to rant at everybody who's saying something isn't valid, updating how I'm explaining it as my opinions grow and general discourse around it evolves; I'm just who I am, somebody else is who they are - why bicker in presumptuous ways about if that's enough? it ultimately is valid, in my opinion, but that isn't an invitation to keep demanding that I debate. (edit: old posts of mine probably don't phrase things incredibly, on this or anything... I tried.)

8) "what are your politics?"

my politics are informed first and foremost by the knowledge that I'm not cut out to be some kind of leader - I don't want to be the guy who tells everyone else what to do, I just offer what seem to me like valid criticisms of how we are doing things now, and general pointers on the values and ethics that I would prefer to move towards. things like individual freedom, taking the most pacifist route where possible, trying not to give excessive power to small groups of people (governments or corporations), helping those in need even when they're not palatable, and letting me suck loads of dicks. but please refrain from decreeing me something - there's not enough information in what I said, so you'll just be filling in the blanks with assumptions. (edit: workplace democracy seems cool to me; benefits are good; fair fines and taxes; and the "sperm makes you loopy" saga: 1, 2, 3, and 4.)

9) "you're a narcissist"

no, I don't meet the diagnostic criteria. joking on the internet that you're hot doesn't make a person a narcissist. the fact that I've chosen to keep my actual self-esteem issues to myself is not proof that they don't exist - you're just not entitled to that information about me. but it's also not narcissism to really like how you look. (edit: don't throw labels around carelessly too.)

10a) "kin list?"

the fabric of the universe, a zombie, dionysus, maned wolf/arctic fox hybrid, a comedian, big gay, big rock, ambiguously partial insincerity. (edit: kin list may or may not be incomplete.)

10b) "kin isn't valid/that's just being insane"

haven't we established that I'm deranged, and that sending stuff like this on anon is simply a waste of your precious time? besides, I do not care if it's invalid or insane - it's fun, I'm happy. (edit: see 7b for my opinion on sending me yet another ask with "that's invalid" in it; I'm not in the mood to discuss the nature of validity.)

bonus: "it gets better" and "trigger list?"

as I've said before, things just don't always get better for everyone - sometimes things can't be cured or even treated, sometimes they kill you; in some cases it could get better if not for a blockade or lack of time. the world is messy. it needs to be more normalised to reassure or comfort people without relying on saying that their issue will get better or be cured. it does suck to be this ill, but it also sucks to be made out to be a lazy pessimist, just because I have the audacity to not play along. and as for the trigger list, I don't like providing people with an easily accessed list of ways to hurt my feelings or harm me - upsetting me is supposed to be challenging, and thus rewarding. if you want a cheat sheet then you're out of luck, I'm afraid.

bonus #2: "FAQ stands for frequently asked questions, it doesn't need that s at the end!"

yeah, I know, I just enjoy chaos and disarray.

bonus #3 (edit): "what are your disabilities and how exactly are they incurable and/or deadly?"

again, I don't tell the internet everything about me, especially when it poses a risk, especially not as an easily accessible list for you to refer back to whenever you feel inclined to hurt my feelings. that is understandably a sore subject. (edit: that includes physical health issues btw.)

bonus #4 (edit): "so we shouldn't be critical?"

if it wasn't clear from my answer about politics or my post in general, you can have opinions about things, and you can voice that. it's just not realistic to exist at extremes: to think that you alone should dictate what exists in fiction, or to think that people shouldn't be expressing disdain or criticism of any calibur. say how you feel about things, that's fine, but it's also fine if people find that they don't value your input. plus we're all flawed, we can all be hypocritical from time to time, we all get bitchy, and we all make mistakes, or even knowingly fuck things up. that's important to keep in mind, whether we're talking about the one being criticised or the one doing the criticising - poor choices of words, imperfect tone, or contradictory ideas are inevitably going to happen occasionally.

congrats on reaching the end! if you have, at any point, said one of these to me, you owe a hug to your nearest loved one (once it's safe).

edit: might add more links/bonus points in the future when I think of things, but it's late now. (sorry for links where prior notes in the thread have my old url, that may get a tad confusing; also, not all links are my blog or my op, since it is to illustrate points/vibes, not to self-promo.)

#don't take life too seriously #nobody gets out alive anyway #tw abuse mention #tw csa mention #tw incest mention #tw for any tws I missed #idk why I did this

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ranmanjuu · 3 years ago

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YIEEE PLATONIC MATCHUPS. Anyone who has had the misfortune to hear me mention that word, will know that I’m the biggest hoe for friendships and family stuff. So this makes me so happy 🥺🥺🥺 I can’t. Thank you sm for doing this, and remember to take care of yourself!

Personality: ENTP-T/Aquarius. I tend to be very stubborn, argumentative, and blunt, but I try to tone it down around my loved ones. I’m open minded, hardworking and passionate about the things I love, and I never shy away from a challenge. In true ENTP fashion, I’m arrogant, but aware of my own faults. I’m quite clever, but I start doubting my abilities pretty quickly.

How I act around friends: If you’re a person I like and I’ve known you for long enough to be comfortable around you, I’m a high-calibre crackhead, and a bit overbearing with my mother hen attitude. My nickname for you, depending on your comfort levels, is either an insult or some tooth-rottingly sweet name. If I haven’t known you for too long, I’m bound to be a bit more careful with my words as I’m afraid I’ll fuck smth up and make you feel uncomfortable. It takes me a long long time to be certain that you won’t drop your bags and run away after I’ve made one tiny mistake. If you’re someone that I don’t like, I’ll be the epitome of sass and smartass, but that’s only if you’re amusing enough (god I sound like a dick). Strangely enough, I’ve often come to like people like that—even becoming close friends with them—who aren’t afraid to retaliate. I like some mental spar here and there. If you don’t get upset or smth, I’ll just ignore you and be civil (unless you’re scum).

Hobbies/Interests: Dancing, baking, English literature (but really any literature), debate, history, sports.... I have too many interests and hobbies to the point of losing sight of all of them. Due to that, I have a lot of surface knowledge, so I’m pretty much a jack of all traits master on none. I’m eager to learn more things, so I don’t mind if a friend doesn’t share too many hobbies with me. Me and my best friends pretty much share none.

Pet Peeves/Things I need in a relationship: I just mentioned that me and my best friend don’t really have a common interest, but we’re able to comfortable talk about everything. It doesn’t always have to be deep talk/intellectual stuff (tho I really really really like some intellectual convos), but I need to be able to talk with you if we’re friends.

Beyond that, I’ll also need you to tell me your honest opinions, and whether anything that I do makes you uncomfortable. Communication is vv important to me.

I hope that’s enough info for you to work with. You know where to find me if you’ve got any questions 💜💜💜 take care sweets!

FUCKING SAME i’m not saying that i would rather be in a found family with everyone rather than date a, or several, warlords,, but i would rather be in a found family with everyone. it is literally my favorite shit ever

(sorry if this doesn’t fit your liking!)

i match you with. . .

— nobunaga!

you were extremely snippy with nobunaga when you first met. the moment he stepped out of the burning temple was where he, one of the great unifiers of japan, was free game to you.

you did not take kindly to him practically kidnapping you (although you had no place to stay, but hey, consent was important) which, may have led a blade to your throat in courtesy of hideyoshi, but (un)fortunately, nobunaga told him to stand down. which he did, but not without glueing a dirty look on you the entire way back.

and such continues. you were completely blunt with your feelings of him dragging you to the battlefield (it being absolute refusal). yet here you are, in front of the burning castle as its occupants spilled out.

the words you said to him, you’ve forgotten, but it was enough to render him silent. something about the distant, detached, perhaps even melancholic look in his eyes made you flinch.

and as the days progressed, it continued to haunt you. not only that, but also the news that nobunaga’s shoulder was injured from protecting you.

. . .well, maybe you went too far—

even if your respect was low enough that you didn’t care how he felt—it was still good to keep him in good terms. you didn’t want the guy in control of like the biggest clan to be iffed with you.

so you came to him in his tenshu that night. both to thank him, and apologize to him if you said something wrong.

in response, he. . .laughed?? seeing your face, equal parts irritated and confused, he bared a fiery grin, “you’ve been prudent and called me names this entire time, yet you’re apologizing if you made me uncomfortable?”

“yeah, what about it?”

your expression was now full on irritated, and he laughed again, a booming voice that echoed through the night, “no one’s ever treated me as such. you’re an interesting one, fireball.”

“can’t say the same to you. you remind me of a middle school boy who has a ‘holier than thou’ complex, except this time you’d be arrested for committing warcrimes.”

honestly you stayed not by the classic definition of “he was interesting”, but more so “the AUDACITY of this bastard. tf is he up to nexti Have to see”

on the nickname scale, definitely jabbing him in the guts deal! ofc, he’d prefer you to not use such burning nicknames in the presence of important figures, but you’ve managed your way through... backhanded and subtle ones. it’s something he picks up, and silently view as a challenge.

he’d enjoy talking about any and all interests, no matter how experted you are at those. cause even if you’re average at it, it’s all to widen his views and he enjoys hearing about things like that, even if some times he might not understand, so the fact that you know so much is definitely a topic fuel for weeks on end.

he’d also enjoy having deep convos/debating with you. not many people talk back to him, so to have someone who does and can give him new perspectives is refreshing indeed, no matter how stubborn he is.

i feel like nobunaga, as outspoken with his thoughts he may be, is... emotionally stunted, so to say. he isn’t at all going to hold back on his feelings and opinions on if you’re crossing a line or making him uncomfortable, but with more trivial matters, he might not pick up on the cues to atcually speak up his mind, so you might have to ask him first (which then would go smooth sailing i feel, cause again, he is very outspoken)

honestly? all in all, you know those friendships where you constantly but heads with each other and you seem like you cannot stand each other (you can’t), but if worst comes to it, you’ve got each others’ backs? an “i’ll kill you and i’d kill For you” type deal. sort of more rivalry siblings in a way? yeah, that.

#*matchups #ikesen nobunaga #ikemen sengoku #cyikemen #anyways i am severely sorry if i'm. mischaracterizing you??#it sounds so weird to say but it's the closest i can get #me mischaracterizing fictional characters i'm more fine with cause it's a matter of my moral compass and how much i'm fine with it but #matchups are very different cause it feels like ur giving yourself to me on a platter #and i have to be Very On Point with your. real life personality #this has to be canon compliant and SO in character or else the author will strike me down #type deal #anyways!! paranoia aside hope you enjoyed this #asshole best friends is literally my most favorite friendship dynamics

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oh-for-fic-sake · 5 years ago

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I Didn't Know This Was A Date

You end up on a date unknowingly.

Masterlist

Warnings:Adult situations +18 ,Smut ,Masturbation ,Swearing

A/n: So I'm basing Clark's confidence issues on my own, I'm either overconfident and cocky or have absolutely none whatsoever and can got from one to the other in seconds. I have nothing against Lois as a character but I do think she is spoiled and a little selfish I don't want to make her mean and turn her into the typical rival, but at the same time I could see her getting a little too wrapped up in the whole hero thing and I am 99.9% sure that if they broke up she would find it hard accepting him moving on.

Taglist: @two-unbeatable-beaters

I Didn't Know This Was A Date

You quickly cut across the field to your little blue farm house, heart racing as you replayed his words over and over. Squealing girlishly. Wow he was hot, soo hot and sweet he seemed shy but he definitely knew he was attractive. Shit this was so crazy but you trusted him. Martha had told you lots about her Clark, that he was shy and been raised a true gentleman, he was kind and it sometimes caused him problems smart, gentle and loving a true catch by the sound of it.

He had seemed all these things and more, you scaled the steps to your house running straight to the master bedroom pulling out a pink medium sized suitcase before gathering clothes you'd need, then your essentials pajamas underwear, make up bag and a hair kit. Finally you came to the dress you would wear on the night you smiled you would look stunning if you did say so yourself. After deliberating packing then repacking you looked up at the clock nine pm sighing you decided it was time for a shower then bed. Making your way to the bath room you were flooded with thoughts anticipating what was to come.

You debated on weather to epilate, honestly you couldn't be bothered but decided it would be best to just in case anything did happen between you a the blue eyed hottie. You quickly washed your hair epilating your legs then shaved tidying up the apex of your thighs a little not that it needed much doing to it, it was your legs you never bothered with. You couldn't help but moan as you used the shower head to rinse yourself,rocking forward as the spray hit your sensitive clit biting your lip as you imagined him there with you, a burning hand pushing you back against the cool tiles pinning you with one hand on your ribs fingers splayed almost covering your whole rib cage, you size kink was well and truly activated by the hulk of a man you hummed imagining how he would use his size and strength to hold you still ,use it to man handle you, manipulate you into any position, to fuck you anyway he saw fit weather you liked it or not.

You thought about how he navigate the shower head between your open legs forcing the spray on your heated core, angling it to graze you swollen clit. FUCK. You grunted head falling back to the wall widening your feet letting the warm water hit your bundle of nerves mouth open panting as you lost yourself in the fantasy, he'd tease you moving the water in small circles the back and forth letting it caress you from your ass all the way up to your tender clit leaning over you, crowding you with his huge form.

You shivered you wouldn't be able to escape, not even if you wanted to, his piercing blue eyes would be all you saw as you managed to open your eyes mewling softly , he'd have to audacity to still look a little shy as he toyed with you. Finally he'd let his hand slip down your body dragging the pads of his heated fingers in slow patterns, your hand followed as you held your eyes close imagining he was there instead, he would ghost them along your seam slow, prying your lips apart, but once he opened you up he wouldn't waste time spearing you with one then two digits stretching you, tormenting your walls as his thick fingers easing their way inside you crooking them forward scissoring them trying to prepare you for his cock, he would move slow at first then fast forcing you into a sudden climax.

"AH OH FUCK YES C-Clark shit hah!~" you cried out his name as you came across your own hand bucking and twisting as you held the water firm on your erect clit the whole time panting hard as you came down finally pulling the water away for a few moments the cursing as you returned it to wash away your mess that still clung to you.

Clark laid in bed his jaw clenched growling trying to keep quiet not wanting to disturb his mom, erect cock in hand furiously pumping it, he'd been at this now for nearly half an hour, the same as you. In this moment he didn't know if his super hearing was a gift or curse. He could hear you, crying out for him as you fucked yourself in your bed across the field, he could even hear the fucking vibrator be turned up a notch as you cried out high and desperately for him once again panting and groaning.

Fuck that was good but something tells you that once you get to bed you’d be forcing another few climax's out of yourself over him tonight.

He grunted as he closed his eyes concentrating on the soft whimpers he had half a mind to go over there and fuck you properly, pin you down and force feed you his cock....not that there would be any forcing from the sounds of it you'd be happy to oblige. That toy wouldn't compare to anything he could Would do to you, fuck you'd be so tight for him, even with how wet you'd be he'd have to be careful not to hurt you, that's not to say he would be gentle. No. He would be delicate enough not to break bones or tear you but that was about it.

He grunted tightening his fist until, it was slightly painful, just the way he liked it. He always put his pain kink down to the fact he couldn't ever really get hurt, he was indestructible, the man of steel, but when he first discovered this as a teen he thought he was weird for enjoying it so much, strange that he would get off faster if his sensitive erect cock was pinched and pulled at or squeezed painfully tight.

It then developed into a size kink, wanting to find the smallest woman he could that would give him that delicious pain and pleasure mix that he craved. He grunted biting his other hand as he panted harshly hearing you begin to come undone again moaning out for him, thinking about him.

He groaned throwing his head back hearing you finally come down from your high panting laughing a little hoarse from your screams, you'd be more than hoarse when he finally finished with you, you'd loose your voice completely after he hung your face off the side of the bed and plowed your throat he gave one final harsh pinch with the side of his thumb and pointer finger imagining breaching your cervix and came the hardest he thinks he ever has jerking his hips seeing stars for a second, he was so lost in his orgasm he thought he was going to fall out of bed.

He wondered what you was imagining, if it was the same as him, he could see it now him standing up right with you folded in half before him, hooking your bent leg over his arms as he pulled them up to your sides knees nearly at your armpits as he pulled them back, facing away from him as his hands threaded together cupping behind your neck holding your entire weight on his forearm as he pulled and pushed Into you pounding away

You'd cry and moan for him, begging him to slow down as it was to much, he wouldn't tho he'd just tell you to enjoy the ride and fuck you until you felt him for days, stuffing your tight little cunt full until you'd struggle trying to get away from him, it'd be impossible tho, you wont get away until he decided to let you which was unlikely, not until he floods your tiny pussy, even then he knew it wont be just the once, no it normally took four or five rounds to empty his balls and you'd be getting the full dose each time, weather it was down your throat, in your cunt or across your tits if he played his cards right he hoped he could spend himself in that prefect peach of an ass either way you was getting all of it.

"Oh-fuck yes yes fuck baby so tiny and tight for me fuckfuck fuck that's it ugh!"He came in thick powerful ropes, thankfully he had angled himself up towards his chest when he finished not getting any on the sheets cumming across his stomach and chest instead, he was a little shocked as a few drops had made it to his collar bone.

He was frustrated and hurt when he came here today, wanting his moms advice on how to get over Lois and now he was happy and for the first time in a long time hopeful, he could definitely see himself with you but didn't want to rush, he was finding peace with the fact that he had been falling out of love with Lois for a long time, all she seemed to go on about now was the next article she could write about Superman even going so far as to 'accidentally' fall out of a moving car into oncoming speeding traffic so she could,write about how she was saved. That particular one had made him very angry.

He panted resting an arm across his closed eyes catching his breath as his cock finally seemed sated for now, he listened he could hear the relaxed heartbeat of his mother he hadn't woke her which was good, he was embarrassed being caught as a teen and he would hate it even more now. He turned his head a little listening out for you he was greeted with you moaning drowsily about drenched sheets then a few moments later light snores you was out like a light.

He chuckled you'd fucked yourself into a coma just for him. He smiled moving his arm from his eyes a relief flowed through him. His mom was right you did like him, he might just be good enough for you after all, he was going to try and win your heart over the next week, determined to make Saturdays party you first time together he exhaled content tucking himself back into his boxers then made for the bathroom to clean himself up flushing the toilet roll away when he finished making his way back to bed hands behind his head.

Bottom line she wanted him to be superman day and night,she even started calling him Kal when not in the office. Then there was the sex now he wasn't against role play in the bedroom, quite the opposite but it would be nice to hear his name every once in a while, his human name the one he has grown up with and as for using his powers he didn't mind occasionally but they aren't toys or party tricks, it got exhausting, he sees being superman as a job in itself, but it was a job Lois never gave him time off of, he drew the line when he found it hard to relax and just be himself that was when he new he had to call it off.

He nearly lost who he was to a symbol of hope, he knew if that happened he would have grown to hate superman and everything it stood for which could only end in disaster. The whole situation had been weighing him down for the best part of a year as he tried to deny it, putting the break up off willing her to change and when she didn't he finally called it quits and has felt guilty ever since, until today that is.

After meeting you today and getting them nervous flutters in his stomach again he felt nothing but relief over it, he knew it was the right thing to do, this is what it should feel like, light and happy, care free and warm. For the first time in what felt like years he fell asleep with a smile across his face.

All day there had been casually flirting on both parts which gave him hope that you was interested in more then just a quick fuck still tho it was torture watching other men giving you looks and not being able to do anything ,you laughed a little nervous as he leaned in over the table as you waited for your food.

The next evening you found yourself in a quaint little diner near Clark’s apartment for dinner after spending the day exploring the city. Clark couldn't take his eyes off you, you were stunning dressed in a floral print button up shirt that you had tied in the front showing a small patch of skin of your tummy and high waist light blue jeans showing off your curves , he groaned inwardly the jeans were like a second skin cupping your ass perfectly your hair was down and you had spent most of the day tucking it behind your ears, a nervous habit he assumed.

"So Ma said you moved here four months ago bit of a jump what ,made you decide to come all this way?"

"Well my parents were separated , my mum was well-to put it bluntly she was like Lois, she wanted my dad to be something he's not and she destroyed him constantly chasing her version of perfection without any care to how unhappy she was making him in the end it drove him into a deep depression. One day he had a wake up call and threw her out he tried divorcing her but she wouldn't sigh the papers she kept trying to make his life worse didn't want him to move on she used me as an excuse to keep hanging around...Dad was well off I think that's the reason she wouldn't leave. When he passed away mum was left hardly anything even our housekeeper got more then she did, he really fucked her over for the hell she put him through. After the will was settled she kept harassing me for money and the house each week another sob story and another amount. One time I felt sorry for her and let her in she got me drunk and tried to make me give her the deeds for safe keeping that was the last straw after that I started searching online and after about a week I found the farm house It needed a lot of work doing to it but I liked that... I fell in love with it and put in an offer straight away. Three weeks later I was on the plane" he blinked it was a little sad you ran to the other side of the globe to avoid your mother.

"Wow did you ever tell her?" You shook your head

"No she came over when the the day before I left I let her in and she lost her shit screaming about where all the stuff was and I told her it had been packed she asked why and I told her that I was moving she thought i was just moving across the county she flipped when i told her I was coming to America and never coming back, she asked where but I wouldn't tell her it ended in an argument she called me a thief and said some shit then left she was just angry that I like my dad had figured her out." He looked shocked how could a mother do such a thing, but then again money is the root of most evil.

"That must have been hard"

"No not really she hadn't been in my life since I was seven when my dad threw her out and I knew what she had done to him fuck I was the one who found him when he tried-I mean it wasn't a big loss" he picked up on the correction but decided not to push it.

"So you came over here to get away?" You nodded sipping your pepsi

"Yeah in a way I should thank her its the best thing I've ever done, its strange and I still get a little confused at times as you saw with the whole,chip incident earlier but I really like it over here, smallville is wonderful and much more laid back" he smiled biting his lip as your face lit up.

"Well I for one am glad you made the move" he winked at you you giggle blushing. Busying yourself fiddling with the straw in your drink.

"So my mom? When did you meet her?" You looked up quickly.

"Oh she came over the day I moved in, I was lucky she did i was freaking out it had just sunk in that I was over here completely on my own and didn't have a clue what I was supposed to do, I had nothing to eat the trucks were held up and I couldn't figure out how to turn on the electricity I just sort of sat on the porch with my carry on luggage and broke down she came over with a peach crumble and a bottle of wine and we spent the morning on the porch eating it from the tray and she showed me the fuse box in the basement which I didn't even know the house had to turn on the electricity then went back home coming over with more wine my stuff showed up at lunch time by that time we were both a little tipsy and we have been friends ever since, she helped me sell the fields on the property to the local farmers in return I gave her the small paddock on your side of the road that came with the house. Every time I get confused, need help or if I'm bored I'll pop over to bug her" he laughed not exactly sure what to expect but honestly he didn't know what he was expecting but you getting drunk and eating crumble together wasn't a scenario he could ever have imagined.

"Yes just nice to see a girl with a healthy appetite ,don't get that much around here" you giggled a little

You were interrupted when your food arrived. He watched as you closed your eyes moaning a little at your fully loaded burger grunting at the sound a little, fuck did you have to make them noises he though as he twitched a little, you stopped looking at him staring at you

"What? Is everything okay?" He snapped out of it

"Well I've never heard him referred to like that before!"

"Yes well the bigger I get the bigger the boobs" he blushed unconsciously glance at your chest you snickered catching him as he started to eat, he enjoyed your company as you spent the time flirting and getting to know each other, you were easy to talk to and laid back, full of funny stories about your home and the differences you'd noticed being here.

He was enamored with you the whole time. He told you about his work and the different articles he had written then just out of curiosity he brought up the topic of Superman wanting to hear your views

"Superman? He's the flying one the lycra and bed sheet right?" He bellowed a laugh slapping his thigh a little.

"I'm not wrong tho am I? I suppose I think he's cool I think people should cut him some slack I mean he is doing more for others than most, leave the man alone you know?" He smiled nodding he found it refreshing to hear something other then the same old 'he should reveal himself' or the negative 'he's an alien and should go home'

"Yeah I agree, so you wouldn't want to know who he was? Or for him to reveal himself?" You leaned back in your seat then shook your head

"No honestly I'm not that interested, he saves people and that should be enough, he don't have to but he is and that shows that he is a better person then me but then again I’m lazy, as for revealing himself I think we owe it to him to let him have a bit of normality, I mean he was here his whole life, living just like one of us then suddenly one day he had to step up and kick the shit out of that other fuck nut. I feel a little sorry for him" you sighed he frowned that he hadn't heard before

"Sorry for him?" You nodded offering him some of your chips that he had been eyeing up.

"Yeah he was never really given a choice was he? One day he was normal like you and me living his life the next being called out by the freaky one with the buzz cut and lisp" he leaned forward stealing more chips fries off your plate.

"Well he did have a choice he could have stayed hidden" you scoffed

"With them holding the world as hostage, he had to think of his loved ones he must have a family and friends you can't live your whole life without having people you want to protect" he smiled wide his eyes soft, you were the complete opposite to Lois she felt like he should tell everyone who he was believing that if he proved he was one of you people would accept him more, not that most didn't but a few still held him responsible for what happened.

"So you wouldn't mind if he swooped down and took off with you?" You laughed

"To our first date?" you blushed at him not realizing he had classed this as a date but was ecstatic trying not you squeal in excitement.

"Depends, if I'm falling to my death I'd appreciate a lift, but if he did it for shits and giggles.... well there'd be more shitting then giggling I tell you that much I'm not one for heights" he roared up unable to stop the bellowing laughs from escaping

"You think I'm joking I threw up once because I wore heels.....okay I was a little drunk and the stairs were glass but that's not the point I am just uncomfortable with heights I don't even wear high heels anymore kitten heels only" he smiled shaking his head

"Gotcha no heights" he said stealing more fries off your plate making you roll your eyes.

Once you'd finished your food he lifted his glass to you, you followed suit raising your glass.

"Date? I didn't know this was a date Mr Kent?" He smiled sheepishly then cleared his throat nervously his voice wavered a bit.

"Well that's only if you want it to be?" You stared at him making him squirm a little then smiled nodding

"Yes I would like that But for the record if you'd asked me I wouldn't have turned you down" then tapped your glass with his

"R-really you would have said yes?" You smiled at his flustered expression it was strange how one moment he was confident then the next a sweet shy teddy bear, you knew it must be something to do with his ex but you was patient enough to wait it out, he has had his confidence knocked and you were determined to build it back up.

"Clark would you like to go out to dinner again tomorrow? Make it our second date" He stuttered flushing as you held on to his hand across the table then nodded smiling.

"Yes I-I'd love that" you smiled at that.

"About what?"

"So what do you think? Seriously?" He asked walking down the road as you left the diner you tilted your head a little staring up at him he squeezed your hand.

"Well we only met yesterday and you only came here to help me with my ex ,I just wanted to know what you really think about all this? About me?" He tried to keep his nerves at bay as he asked you, he wanted to know straight away what your thoughts were, as soon as the question left his mouth he wanted to take it back dreading your answer.

You felt a little sorry for him, what ever his ex had done had really knocked him, you hummed lightly, wanting to pick your words carefully, you had to get across that you really did like him and wanted to pursue him and not just for his looks either.

"Really? You really want to try? And not just be friends?" He said in slight disbelief you nodded

"Fine enough dicking about I like you, really like you, I'm really attracted to you Clark, not just your looks, your sweet, kind and I've had a brilliant time today laughing more than I think I ever have on a first date, it true we have just met but I'm not someone to waste time or beat around the bush, I like you a lot if I thought nothing would come of this I wouldn't be here...I know that you've been hurt but I-I do feel there's something between us, something has just sort of clicked and would like to explore it if you would like to." His heart soared at your words and his shoulders relaxed letting out a breath he didn't realize he was holding.

"Like I said I felt something and I definitely want to carry on and see where this takes us." He grinned wide tucking you into his side

"Good I was so afraid you didn't feel the same!" Silence fell over you, you could feel there he was thinking to hard, he took a deep breath and turned to you smiling then leant down ever so slowly,tentative and nervous giving you every opportunity to back away but you didn't leaning in closer to him wanting him to make the decision, he made a slow decent licking his lip lightly,you braced yourself your breathing hitched as he descended towards you shifting a little, you cautiously rose to meet him but he hovered lips just above yours breath fanning across your lips unsure he was thinking to much you could see it you made the decision for him standing on your tip toes pressing your lips to his in a sweet kiss, moving in sync he melted into the kiss before opening his mouth wrapping his arms around you pulling you flush against him groaning as he grabbed your ass in his huge warm hands tugging you towards him leaning down so you could plant you heels back on to the floor.

You mewled winding your arms around his neck locking your fingers together playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. He licked at your lips coaxing them open once you did you whined as his tongue wrapped around yours twisting and licking dominating your mouth then he slowed his movements relishing in the kiss holding you tighter to him afraid you'd leave, you grunted softly then pulled back for air before gasping then dragging him back this time more desperate you dove straight in running your tongue across the inside of his mouth moaning fucking his mouth with your tongue trying to taste him as much as you could grinding against Him slowly making him shiver before biting at his bottom lip sucking it harshly. Then pulled away panting. His face glowed a bright red no doubt your did to, you stood by his side and he pulled you in under his arm squeezing your bicep reassuringly.

"So we are dating now then?" He asked still trying to calm his heart beat, yours was racing to which didn't help.

"I would say so yes." He smiled down at you resting his face on your Head kissing it every now and then unable to stop now.

"Good, I couldn't stand everyone looking at you today unable to do anything about it" you faltered as he growled the words out. You flushed, the possessiveness in his voice was enough to make a girl swoon.UGH.Panty dropping you all but melted at his words clenching.

"This" it was the only warning you got before you squealed he lifted you up wrapping your legs around his waist pinning you to the nearest wall grinding slow against you making you moan into him, your clit erect almost instantly as he rocked across it threw your jeans, the cotton of your panties becoming a damp.

"Oh really and what are you gonna do about it then?" You asked a cheeky grin he raised an eyebrow

He laughed a little as you wriggled against him trying to get away not wanting to seep threw onto your pale jeans his hands merely held you firm as his cock throbbed against you, you could feel it hot and twitching he rubbed harder moaning into your mouth as he took your breath away, kissing you deeper than before, almost trying to devour you as he licked into your open mouth then coiled his tongue around yours caressing it with a thrusting motions making you groan lightly.

He began sucking yours into his mouth pulling away he trailed a few light kisses down your neck then licked at your neck just below your ear nipping it before opening his mouth wide biting down and sucking heavily, you cried out arching into him pressing your core firmly onto his very eager cock making him hiss and pull away he grunted keeping your rocking hips still looking at his work a dark bruise forming on your neck high enough that it wont be getting covered any time soon he puffed out his chest a sense of pride then leaned forward kissing it softly making you sigh then ran his nose across it before speaking lowly into your ear.

"Oh my god Clark I'm so sorry! that is so embarrassing!" You panicked and felt like you could cry covering your crotch and ass looking around for something to hide it with he smirked a little he couldn't help being smug, that was just a little taster and you’d soaked yourself through.

"There we go now everyone will see that your all mine" you whimpered as your pussy shuddered he hissed feeling it. Then set you back down chuckling lightly as he spotted the wet patch on your jeans you followed his gaze and gasped mortified

"Nothing to be sorry for its very flattering! But here use this" shrugging off his jacket you accepted it gladly pulling it over your arms and holding the neck breathing in his scent, he groaned in his chest. It drowned you, the hem falling to your knees ,You looked perfect. He will definitely be putting you in his clothes more often, he cleared his throat tugging on his jeans rearranging himself then took hold of your hand walking towards his apartment. Yes today had been good but something tells him this week would only get better and better.

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wonderland-in-bloom · 5 years ago

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all for one but not for another

[malleus draconia x fem!reader]

anon asked: Hi ! I Hope you're well ! Can I have a one shot with a Fem! reader who is I love with Malleus. Sebek do not like it because she is a simple human and he keeps pushing her away from Malleus. Thank you !

yellloooos anon! i hope you’re well as well :))

p.s. THANK YOU ALL FOR 900+ AAAAAAA NANI IS THIS EFOWEFEWOFJOWE WHAT IS THIS ;-; im so sorry i havent been publishing as much and as frequent as i did in the past, because i really want to write quality content for you guys -w- quality over quantity i guess ? lolol BUT THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH I LOVE YOU ALL AAAAAAAAAAAAA

p.p.s ik this story is supposed to be the reader x malleus (and i promise there are parts of that), but i feel like he only appears a tiny bit oops. btw this story has a little bit of a...twist ;)) watch out for all of the foreshadowing and hints <3

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THE sunlight beamed through the framed windows of the classroom, casting a perfect highlight on the features of your beloved senpai. your hand glided through your notebook as you aimlessly doodled small roses and flowers while just staring at him. different scenarios if him and you just appeared inside your mind, satisfying your daydreams. oh you wished to just confess to him behind the school, surrounded by petals of flowers floating around the two of you as he accepts your love, and thus both lived happily ever after. malleus draconia managed to capture your heart. practically everyone in the school knew, probably even the headmaster knew, except for your crush himself. with the whole school knowing, this meant that malleus’s number one fanboy, sebek zigvolt knew about this too.

in classes all he can think about are ways to make you stay far far away from malleus. all the plans that he has thought of so far didn’t manage to work for whatever reason like he was jinxed. he really thought to go as far as to come crying and begging to the one and only azul ashengrotto to make a deal with him. just to keep you away from malleus. however, he kept debating with himself, was it really worth it? didn’t he have to give up his magic to make a deal with the infamous ashengrotto? well he wouldn’t have to resort to that for now. besides there were no rumors blooming around the school about you trying to confess to malleus anyways, so he could stay calm. sebek sighed as he roamed the hallways, trying to find the young master. his eyes lit up when he saw the familiar horns. “MALLEUS-SA-” before he could finish his sentence, he saw you trailing behind him as you tried your best to approach him. you were an inch close to tapping his shoulder before you felt a force pushing you back. you shrieked slightly and fell back.

malleus was about to turn his head to see what the ‘thud’ was before sebek rushed to him and made him turn his head away. “malleus-sama! we best not be late for lunch! the cafeteria will get full!” hesitantly malleus followed sebek. the two diasomnia students walked away, leaving you trying to stand up from the cold floor of the hallway and brush the dirt off your uniform. “(y/n)-san...are you alright?” you heard a familiar voice call out with a flowery scent like someone spending too much time in the botanical gardens. it was jade leech. “yes. i’m fine. i think..?” he extended a hand and gladly pulled you back up on your feet. “ehhh did that first year really push koebi-chan?” you heard floyd from behind you. “no! it’s not like that...well...maybe...? i’m not sure.” you sighed. jade placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “(y/n)-san, perhaps you might feel better if you sat with us in the cafeteria today.” floyd cheered as this sentence left jade’s mouth. “yaaay! koebi-chan’s sitting with us! come on, koebi-chan! that’s a yes right~”

well...what could go wrong? besides it was better than sitting alone and just thinking about ways to approach malleus and avoid sebek. “mm, okay. i guess...” jade chuckled while floyd took your hand and dragged you all the way to the cafeteria. he sat down right beside you as jade sat down beside azul. “oya..? it’s a rare occasion seeing you sit with us, (y/n).” azul commented after taking a bite from his salad. “ah...yeah. jade and floyd invited me. i hope you don’t mind.” azul shook his head. “not at all!” he smiled, however there was a change in his expression and a change in the aura around you. “(y/n)...” he trailed off. “you look troubled.”

“eh?! troubled? what...what do you mean...?” azul chuckled. “not meaning to pry, but is everything alright? you seem a little...off.” jade and floyd agreed by nodding. “and a little distant.” jade added. “you look a little sad too.” floyd spoke. a hint of confusion struck you. how did they..? why did they even..? you weren’t feeling like being sentimental at the moment so you wanted to brush it off. “what? me? really? no, you guys i’m fine! really.” you gave them a little smile. they didn’t buy it at all. how fake the three of them thought. “(y/n)-san please...we only want what’s best for you.” you faced jade to see his face plastered with compassion and worry. “you know you can trust us right~” floyd smiled and grabbed your hand, trying to reassure you. “please, (y/n). if there’s anything wrong, we want to be here to help.” azul finished. the octavinelle trio worked wonders with their ways of persuading people, almost like putting them under a hypnosis. “i...” their eyes sparkled. “yes?”

“i just feel slightly weird.” you shrugged. “ah, is this about draconia-san?” your ears perked up at jade’s comment. “well...kind of..? it’s related to that but it’s not entirely...” floyd pouted. “koebi-chan why don’t you just tell him how you feel?” this time it was your turn to pout. “look it’s not that easy. i don’t have the courage to tell him and besides if i did, then there’s no way i can get past his bodyguard.” azul, jade, and floyd eyed each other. “ah, you mean sebek zigvolt?” to be completely honest you didn’t mind him when the year first started. sure he was clingy to malleus but he didn’t really bother you that much. only as the year went on and as your love for the diasomnia dorm leader blossomed, he became much more annoying and hostile towards you. he sure could be very irritating at times. “is that why you fell today?” you cursed jade for being so damn attentive.

“well i’m sure he didn’t do it on purpose. maybe it was just an accident...” floyd rolled his eyes. “really koebi-chan? you really think he didn’t do that on purpose?” you bit your bottom lip. well you were in an extremely close proximity to malleus so...maybe it was on purpose. but no! he couldn’t have done that...could he? “ah i��ve been hearing about these things. sebek zigvolt would stop at nothing to keep at others away from draconia.” the three exchanged glances once more and all chuckled. “i’m surprised he hasn’t come running to us for a contract.” azul joked. you tried your best to chuckle with them but your mind was too busy with the thought of sebek purposely harming you just to keep you away from malleus. “(y/n), he can be a very irritating first year and dangerous even! he means you harm...all for his senpai who doesn’t even consider him...so are you sure he’s not the root of all your problems?”

“i mean yeah...but still-” floyd cut off your sentence. “i heard he pushed someone off the stairs last time.” those words rang in your ear. what? “oh no, the audacity. a rumor circulating the heartslabyul dorm said that he tried to curse the first year, deuce spade, for helping draconia-san fix something.” huh..is he..? what are they..? “how scary.” azul shook his head before facing you. “do you see how much of a threat he is, (y/n)? i don’t mean to scare you...but imagine if you tried to confess your feelings to your love, malleus draconia? surely he would do something unspeakable...” you held your own hand, feeling it tremble. “eh?! koebi-chan!” floyd put a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “you three really think...he’s a threat..?” azul sighed hesitantly. “as much as we hate to admit it, (y/n), we think so.”

“we only want your safety. we only want you to be safe. we only want you to be safe while getting what you want...” jade trailed off. “winning the heart of malleus draconia.” floyd finished jade’s sentence. “getting your beautiful dream come true as spring is in bloom.” azul added. “then..what should i do? i really don’t want to be hurt, but at the same time...i want to be closer to malleus-senpai.” you were close to tears. your mind was clouded with different thoughts circling around and making you overthink. “(y/n) we would be happy to help. we really want to help you find and get rid of the root of this issue.” you failed to realize the hidden smirk on azul’s face. “meet us in the mostro lounge tonight at seven pm.” the clock struck one, time for the next class. the three stood up, with smirks and grins which showed the leech twin’s razor sharp teeth. “remember, we only want what’s best for you. we’ll teach him that he’s barking up the wrong tree. so please consider our offer...you can get your happily ever after easily.” azul spoke in a hushed tone before leaving you there in a state of dilemma.

a contract with the sneaky octopus, for the sake of satisying your never-ending blossoming dreams of a happy ending and your own safety...

AT the end of that same week, sebek anxiously paced to the mostro lounge. “oh...we have a visitor!” floyd cheered. “welcome to the mostro lounge, sebek-san. what is it you need?” jade put down a pair of scissors after snipping flower stems and arranging them in a vase. “i want a deal with azul ashengrotto!” he barked. “you’re in luck...he’s in the vip room right now. please head inside and we can discuss this...civilly.” sebek gulped loudly while stepping inside the vip room. “ah! if it isn’t sebek zigvolt. talk about you has been spreading faster than weeds in a garden...” azul chuckled as the door behind him closed. “please have a seat. what is it that you want?” sebek didn’t even bother sitting down as he barged to azul. “i want to make a deal with you! i want that pathetic human to stay far away from malleus-sama!” azul’s eyes widened before chuckling. “how straightforward...how desperate...you poor unfortunate soul. trying your best to protect the young master...”

“so?! is it a deal?” jade interrupted. “if i may ask, why in such a hurry?” floyd snickered. “it’s like you’re whining ‘cause you got a thorn stuck in your foot or something...” sebek clenched his fist. “i heard a couple of rumors that...that human is going to confess to malleus-sama tomorrow after school ends in the meadow behind the school!” jade and floyd’s eyes widened as they exchanged glances. so you did decide to confess...”so please! i beg of you!” azul placed his pointer finger on his chin, thinking for a while. “well...i can’t turn a client down. especially not with this kind of opportunity...” a bright, glowing contract appeared in front of sebek. he anxiously took the pen and inched his hand closer to the contract as azul explained all the terms and conditions including the collateral. “do we have a deal?” sebek nodded confidently. he was sure he was going to beat you, in a way. he was positive he was going to stop you from confessing to malleus. “yes. we do.” azul chuckled evilly. “excellent.” oh how happy he was. he was going to get everything he wanted both from you and from sebek...oh how he was one step ahead of the both of you.

the next day, you anxiously waited at the meadows. just waiting for love. when you saw him step towards you, a huge smile was plastered on your face. “malleus-senpai!” your eyes widened when you saw a gentle smile being reciprocated. “(y/n). pleasure to be here.” you swallowed all your fear and anxiety and tried your best to plant it in the back of your mind. “i have something to tell you...” meanwhile sebek started running to the back of the school, ready to scream with all his might to distract malleus away from you and so he wouldn’t accept your confession. in the middle of the way, he felt his legs becoming heavy...what’s going on?! he felt weak...surprisingly not in pain...he looked down to see his legs...withering away into a bunch of flower petals. no NO NO NO! “as collateral for this magic amplifier, all of your magic will be given to me. if he however, somehow manages to accept (y/n)’s feelings, then all your magic will be mine.” sebek knew he was confident in beating you to it. so he agreed. but he didn’t know that you were one step ahead of him...that you signed a deal with the cunning octopus before he did!

sebek looked down at his hands which were now withering away. the magic amplifier fell out of his pocket as they started to disappear as well into a bunch of flower petals. meanwhile you poured your heart and soul into your confession as you were ready to accept whatever answer he was about to give you. you were expecting rejection...but all malleus did was chuckle. “oh (y/n). i knew this whole time. you really ought to be better at keeping secrets.” your jaw dropped. “eh...eh..? I’M SORRY! I’M REALLY SORRY! I’M SORRY IF YOU THINK I’M A CREEP OR-” he leaned down and landed a kiss on your lips, stopping your sentence midway. so this means...yes huh? your eyes widened as you were surrounded by multicolored petals dancing in the wind. this was everything you dreamed of. this was everything you wanted. this was your happily ever after. just like azul promised...

“we ensure you your happily ever after, (y/n). we’ll give you the scene you’ve always wanted. we’ll give you your fantasy. we’ll ensure your safety as well. as for your collateral, all you need to do is just confess to malleus draconia by sunset at the end of the week. that’s all...see. you can trust us. we wish for his love to bloom to ensure...all of our happy endings.”

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okay this was long, which i didn’t expect it to be...? anyways idk if the foreshadowing worked or not but probably didn’t lol. i just inputted a bunch of words and scenes related to flowers and plants hinting at the ending lol so sorry if it sucks. i’ll try to write more stories like this to improve it ;w; okay ik it was supposed to be a malleus x reader thing but it’s very heavily focused on you and the octavinelle bois...hmmm

but hey, at least you got your happy ending...

love, a♕

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