#the bastard chose violence with that fucking song

[ssaalexblake]

please send help i looked at that gifset of rasputin dhawan!master and now that godforsaken song is stuck in my head

[sansaorgana]

benny saving you from abusive bf or dad :(

hello, love! thank you for your request 🥰 I was self-indulgent and chose an abusive dad lol proceed with caution because there is lots of physical violence / domestic abuse in this fic

requests for benny are open 🥺🎀

You were dolling yourself up for the date with Benny in your room upstairs – putting makeup on, brushing your hair, spraying perfume and singing along to the rock and roll songs you played. Perhaps a little bit too loud because you couldn’t hear the rapid footsteps approaching your bedroom. When the door opened, you got startled as you turned around to see your angry father.

“What is it?” You asked, irritated already because he didn’t knock.

He looked you up and down with contempt and pointed at the record player.

“Turn that shit down,” he barked at you. “I’ve just come back from work, I want to fucking rest, I can’t even hear the goddamn TV because of this crap! I’ve told you already that if you want to listen to this sort of music, you’re free to do so when you’re home alone!” He raised his voice and you sighed.

“I didn’t hear you coming back home, gee,” you rolled your eyes and you approached the record player but you didn’t turn the music off, just slightly decreased the volume.

“You would have heard if you weren’t listening to this! And what are you, deaf now? I’ve told you to turn that shit down,” your father grabbed you by your arm and then pushed you away.

Tears pricked the corners of your eyes. Perhaps at this point you should be used to him being like that. But you couldn’t. To some things you just couldn’t get used to, no matter how many times they’d happen. You would never understand why your dad couldn’t treat you like his precious princess. Why was he raising you the way some other men raised their sons – some bastards, of course. Because not every son was treated like this by their father. And you were a girl treated like dirt.

The way he treated you was much more than the constant stress at home – no, that you would survive. It was going deeper. It was about the way you had this feeling deep down inside that no man could ever love and protect you because your own father couldn’t. Yeah, you were dating Benny now but you weren’t sure what his feelings towards you truly were like. Benny was not a man of many words and he wouldn’t open up – especially about his feelings.

“What are you doing, by the way?” Your father asked when you finally turned the record player down and hid the vinyl away. “You’re going out?”

“Yeah! Do I need your permission?” You snapped and he clenched his jaw.

“What’s going on here?” Your mother peeked inside the room with widened eyes, already fearing her husband’s tantrum.

“She’s going out to waste away all the money again,” he pointed at you.

“She’s an adult, it’s just a date,” your mother stood up for you.

“And I spend my own money. I work!” You reminded him angrily and went back to brushing your hair in front of the mirror, pretending everything was fine.

“Why can other young people save their money to be able to move out of their parents’ house and you just want to go out and spend money on parties all the time because apparently being a parasite is not a problem for you?!” Your father yelled and your mother started to shush him.

The accusations were so wrong. You weren’t even partying much. It was just a date with Benny and how much would you spend? Nothing, really. A few pennies for the milkshake maybe but the chances were Benny would pay for it anyway.

“She’s just going out on a date,” your mother explained to your father, trying to calm him down but it had the opposite effect. His eyes widened as his fists clenched.

“With that… That dirty… That dirty punk?!” He asked as his booming tone echoed through the walls. “Haven’t I told you, you stupid girl, I don’t want to see you around him?!”

“Dad, stop!” You hissed at the feeling of his grip on your arm again. This time he didn’t let go, no, he was squeezing and squeezing, trying to twist it.

“Stop it!” Your mother tried to intervene but he pushed her away.

“Dad, you’re hurting me!”

“It’s nothing compared to what that bastard will put you through! My daughter won’t end up like a common whore!” He was yelling and you saw the blind rage in his eyes – he was gone now, completely out of common sense, driven only by his rage and fury.

His yelling, your squealing and your mother’s crying were so loud that you didn’t hear the sound of the motorbike’s engine parking outside. Benny jumped off of his bike and leaned on it, waiting for you. But when he reached for the cigarette, he froze for a moment as he realised that the yelling noises came from the room upstairs inside your house. He glanced up and noticed that the window to your room was half open.

He hid the cigarette away and furrowed his brow.

“Dad, let go of me!” You squealed and Benny saw your silhouette in the grip of your father as he slapped your face.

“I’ve told you to shut the fuck up, both of you!” He yelled. “Congratulations,” he addressed another woman inside your room. “Your daughter is now a whore just like you, hanging out with those bums and punks and dirty fucking bikers…” He looked at you again. “You stink of them! The rotten stench on you, you’re a whore!”

Benny’s blood boiled at the scene he was witnessing. You had mentioned earlier that your father was “an asshole” but he had never expected this sort of asshole. He thought he was just mean and grumpy.

He wasn’t thinking straight anymore. He approached the front door and tried to open them but they were closed. So, with one kick of his boot, he broke inside. He couldn’t care less about the fucking door.

You didn’t even hear that. All you could hear was your father’s yelling and your mother crying. Your arm in his grip, your cheeks wet from tears and stinging from his slaps. It was one of those moments when you didn’t even care whether you would live or die anymore. In fact, you wished he would just kill you and make it all stop.

You saw his hand raising again to hit you once more when the door to your room opened rapidly and you all froze, turning around to see Benny himself.

Your heart skipped a beat at the sight of him but your father’s grip tightened even more. He blinked a few times with his mouth half open and Benny was breathing heavily with his face reddened from anger.

Before your father could act, Benny approached him and punched him in his face so hard that your father let go of you completely.

“What are you doing! Stop!” Your mother squealed and grabbed Benny’s sleeve but he ignored her to deliver one more punch – this time in your father’s guts.

He fell down to the ground and Benny was kicking him without even saying a word. He was like an animal, you thought. And your mother still cried and squealed and begged – pathetically, really. How could she defend your father suddenly? And he… He was only grunting as his face was getting bloody. You saw it all in slow motion.

Benny delivered a final kick and spat on your father before pushing your mother away gently, with a shrug of his arms.

“Touch her again and I’ll fucking kill you,” he drawled through his gritted teeth at your father and finally turned around to face you.

“You okay?” He asked, a hint of worry in his face as he visibly softened. You were standing there, petrified and trembling slightly. But his question finally brought you back to reality.

“Let’s get outta here,” you only whispered and grabbed his rough hand to lead him downstairs as fast as possible.

You noticed the broken door and looked at him as if he was crazy.

“Sorry,” he shrugged his arms and your heart filled with love.

No man had ever protected you like that before. No man had ever made you feel safe either. You would marry him right away if he asked.

“Don’t be,” you only said and went outside to approach his motorbike.

You both jumped on it and drove away as fast as possible. You didn’t even care where he was taking you. If you’d never go back home – you were okay with that.

But Benny took you to the club. He led you inside gently and some of the boys widened their eyes at you.

“What the fuck happened to her?” Johnny asked and squinted his eyes at Benny as if he was accusing him of something.

Benny didn’t answer and just walked you to the bathroom. He closed the door behind you and you saw yourself in the mirror. Oh, now you understood why they were giving you funny looks. You had a bruise on your cheek, your makeup was smudged from crying and your hair was ruffled.

“You okay?” Benny stood behind you to put his hands on your arms. “Hey, doll, look at me,” he asked and you looked up as you turned around.

Now, when it was just the two of you and you finally felt safe, the tension left your body and you sobbed as you clung to him. Benny wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer as he hid his face in your hair. 

“I’m sorry, kitty, I had no idea he was like that…”

“It’s not your fault,” you mumbled between the sobs.

“I just can’t understand… How can a father treat his daughter like that? A little dollie like you?” Benny was in genuine disbelief. “Hey, listen, let’s fix that, hm?” He moved away slightly and started to brush your hair with his fingers but it was only making it look worse. “Ugh, shit,” he chuckled. “I’ve an idea. I’ll take you to Johnny’s. Betty will know what to do,” Benny proposed and you nodded shyly as you sniffed and wiped your cheeks from the remaining tears. “And, hey,” Benny grabbed your wrists gently to move them away from your face as he leaned in, “I won’t ever let anyone hurt you again, do you hear me?” He was serious about it and you nodded.

He joined your lips together in a sweet and delicate kiss as if you were made of glass. Benny had never kissed you like that before but now he thought you needed that more than anything – the gentleness.

“I can’t offer you much, kitty, but I won’t ever do you no harm,” he promised in a whisper. “I wanna take care of you.”

His words were healing the broken pieces inside you and you felt like sobbing again. You wrapped your arms around him and pressed your chest to his to feel his heartbeat.

“You’re already offering me enough, Benny,” you assured him and he kissed the top of your head, feeling the tears pricking his own eyes now but he sniffed them away.

MASTERLIST || BENNY MASTERLIST

[kayjaywrites]

Like Bugs in a Rug Chapter 2.5

Bonus Chapter

Previous Chapter

NOTE: Although this bonus chapter could be read by itself, I think it will hit so much harder if you at least read Chapter Two beforehand. Don't remember what happened last? Don't worry about it, this is a series of one shots, so you can basically pick-up and read in whatever order.

Story Summary: Azriel Shadowsinger, mysterious pretty boy extraordinaire himself, was head over heels in love with you for years. Everyone in the room could see it, except for you of course. A series of connected one-shots.

Chapter Word Count: 2,100 Words Chapter Music Inspo: LMS - Aislinn Davis (Does this song super relate to the chapter? Not really, but kinda if you squint. I don’t always get to choose what songs inspire me to write, and for whatever reason, this one did it for this chappy.)

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Azriel’s POV

Azriel didn’t knock. He waltzed into Rhysand’s office with swift authority. In a few long strides he was at Rhysand’s desk before the door had time to drift shut behind him. The small amount of self-restraint Azriel had maintained during his flight to The House of Wind vanished at the sight of the asshole, his fury vibrating with the need for release. He so rarely embraced the part of himself that craved such brutish violence, but as he advanced on Rhysand he tossed his gloves to the floor. He needed to feel this.

Rhysand didn’t have time to fully look up from his task. His pen was still in the middle of scribbling his signature on some paperwork when Azriel leaned over the desk and took a fist full of the front of his tunic into one hand.

He yanked the High Lord up from his chair so hard the fabric made a tearing noise. He drew Rhysand into an awkward half standing, half crouched position, holding fast as he loomed over him. Much to Azriel’s annoyance, Rhysand only seemed mildly taken aback by Azriel’s crass arrival, the bastard was expecting him.

Rhysand’s typical air of nonchalance had never bothered him in the way it did now. It was disgusting, how he could jeopardize something so precious to Azriel, and then chose fucking paperwork over trying to fix it.

He sneered in Rhysand’s face. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Hey, hey.” Rhysand tried to straighten, but Azriel didn’t give an inch. Rhysand reached a hand for Azriel’s wrist instead, as if to protect his fancy tunic from ripping further. Azriel fixed Rhysand with a scowl that promised harsh violence if he touched him, so Rhysand let his hand fall.

Maybe the High Lord hadn’t completely lost his mind, had a little self preservation instinct left in him after all.

“Az, I’m going to apologize, you don’t need to do this.”

Don’t need to do this? The cold rage clouding Azriel’s mind said otherwise. He barely registered his blue siphons flashing as his shadows rose up behind him, dangerous and menacing just like him. He pulled Rhysand closer, the thread along the collar of the tunic fraying, their faces now inches apart as he looked down at Rhysand with blatant revulsion.

The scent of your tears lingered in Azriel’s nose like you were still falling apart in his arms. For as long as he lived, Azriel would remember what it felt like to see your confidence and hope flicker like a dying flame when all he could offer you was his embrace. It wasn’t enough, he knew that, and it made him feel so helpless. All Azriel wanted was for you to feel like you belonged here, with the Inner Circle, with him.

And they had made damned good progress too, it was slow, but he could tell that you were warming up to the idea of trusting the Inner Circle. Until this dick went and fucked it all up.

So yeah. He did need to do this.

“I fucked up,” Rhysand rushed out, his violet eyes seemed to take in every twitch of Azriel’s face, reading the unspoken threat for what it was, “I’m not saying I don’t deserve this. I’m saying that I already agree with you, I went too far, and I will apologize.”

Azriel huffed an exhale, nostrils flaring. You’d been so distraught, so emotionally and physically exhausted that you fell asleep a few minutes into the flight to Mor’s apartment. You’d never admitted as much, but he knew you had a bit of a phobia of heights, it’s why he never pressured you to fly with him. He had dreamed of the first time he’d take to the sky with you, planned out each scenario, wondered how you’d look the first time you saw Velaris from above. He’d always imagined your face to be alight with wonder.

If he had any reservation about confronting Rhysand, it vanished by the time he entered Mor’s apartment. You didn’t even stir when he laid you down on Mor’s bed. He considered returning to The House of Wind while you were asleep, but the idea of you waking up here alone kept him rooted to your side. He sat on the bed next to you while he waited for Mor to return home, he knew she would take good care of you, she took her duty as a newly discovered older sister very seriously. He found himself absentmindedly smoothing your mused hair from your face. Using his gloved fingers to wipe away dried tear tracks from your cheeks. He was unable to stop comparing the peaceful expression you wore in your sleep to the heartbreak he’d seen while on the stairs.

The room was silent, but his mind was loud as he spiraled, thoughts fixated on how he'd failed you. Had Rhysand sent him away to Windhaven first thing in the morning on purpose, to set him up for failure? Were there really any rumors of an uprising in the camp? Azriel hadn't found any, and it seemed like a mighty convenient distraction.

By the time Mor arrived home he was visibly seething with no concept of how much time had actually passed while he waited. He barely greeted her, gesturing to your sound asleep form on the bed as he made his exit. 

Of course, Azriel was furious on your behalf, but that wasn’t what triggered the bloodlust, not completely. He was supposed to protect you, mind and body, and he failed you so spectacularly. He’d assumed that Rhysand had similar intentions, had fully trusted him to protect you while he was away. He would never be so foolish again, he just hoped that you’d stick around long enough to see that.

What if the damage Rhysand dealt couldn’t be smoothed over by a mere apology.

Studying Rhysand now, he seemed so certain that he could smooth this over. He didn’t seem remotely sorry enough for Azriel’s taste. His free hand clenched into a tight fist, something eerily similar to hatred bubbled in him like acid. If Rhysand didn’t feel guilt or remorse for what he’d done to you, then he certainly didn’t care how his actions impacted him either. 

Azriel meet his chosen brother’s beseeching stare with contempt as he spoke, words sharp as they left his lips. “When Feyre was first adjusting to the Night Court, I did everything I could to make her feel comfortable and welcome because one way or the other, I knew she was important to you. That made her important to me too. Well before she became my high lady.”

Something defensive surfaced in Rhysand at the thinly veiled accusation. “Are you implying that I don’t care about my own cousin?”

“No,” Azriel snapped back, “I’m implying that you don’t care about me. How dare you speak to her like that knowing exactly what she means to me.”

Rhysand inhaled sharply through his teeth, fixing Azriel with a stern frown, as if he was the one disappointed in him. “I am the High Lord, Azriel, how many times must I remind you that my duty to my Court has to trump the comfort of those in my Inner Circle? She would have had to face Kier eventually, as you know, he thinks she’s spying on us for him. Was I supposed to risk a civil war because she wasn’t prepared?” Rhysand’s calculating eyes were hard as he paused for a moment, as if considering his next sentence carefully, “Just like how I expect you to make uncomfortable choices for the sake of the Court, I expect her to do what must be done to protect the Court as well. That is what it takes to be a part of my Inner Circle."

At one point, referencing the confrontation with Rhysand after getting caught canoodling with Elain would have sent him over the deep end. That conversation marked the first time he truly questioned the depth of Rhysand’s compassion for those in his Inner Circle. Even if Rhysand had been right in the long run, the cold way in which he handled it did not settle well with Azriel. For the sake of his family, not the Court, he had backed down and buried the resentment he felt towards Rhysand. It had seemed worth it, to see Elain and Lucien so happy, and Azriel was finding his own happiness too.

Again, Azriel’s siphons blazed. Rhysand could walk all over him as much as he liked, he’d lived through worse well before he’d met him. But he wouldn’t let Rhysand treat you like that even again. You deserved so much better, especially from your High Lord. “Being the fucking High Lord does not give you the right to be an asshole. You know she already struggled with feeling out of place among us, you didn’t have to confirm her worst fears to get her to cooperate.”

“I know!” Rhysand snapped, trying a bit harder to pull away from Azriel and straighten to his full height, a warning gleaming in his eyes when Azriel didn't yield. He’d sooner rip the tunic all the way down the front than let Rhysand stand tall right now.

“I knew she would push back,” Rhysand continued, sounding offended. Good. “I knew I would have to be more stern with her than I’ve ever been before. I had a plan, but hadn’t accounted for what her magic would feel like when it went on the offensive. I didn’t know it could go on the offensive, I don’t think she knew she was doing it, she zoned out for about a couple minutes in the middle of the argument, totally unresponsive and just blankly staring at me. I couldn’t penetrate her mental shields at all. Her magic protected her from my own fiercely. I wasn’t ready, and my magic took the bait, I lost control of the situation. I’m going to apologize to her, Az. I’m going to explain myself.”

Azriel searched Rhysand’s face for any sign of deception, growing cross with Nesta and Mor for not mentioning the odd behavior earlier. Tense seconds of silence passed as Azriel processed the new information. Rhysand stayed stock still, unwavering under Azriel’s scrutiny. Jaw clenched, he filed this development under ‘suspicious’. He’d agonize over it when he was thinking clearer.

Exhaling a stressed breath, he unclenched the fist at his side. His other hand remained curled in Rhysand’s tunic, unwilling to release him quite yet.

“If she leaves because of this, I do too.” If Azriel’s intentions shocked Rhysand, the High Lord didn’t show it.

Hoisting Rhysand up until he stood up straight, Azriel made sure to tear the fabric down the front a good couple inches for good measure. “Fix. This. Rhys.” With that, Azriel shoved Rhysand away, releasing the collar of the tunic as the High Lord stumbled backwards, the back of his knees bumping into his office chair and toppling it over.

Azriel had nothing left to say to the other male, yet he was still wound so tight. Icy fury and hot protectiveness rushed through him like adrenaline as he turned his back to the High Lord, retreating to the door. 

This hadn’t made him feel better at all.

 Just as he was about to leave the room, as silent and quick as he arrived, he paused. “Meet me at the training grounds in 20 minutes.” He ordered, casting a challenging look to Rhysand over his shoulder, daring him to correct him for ordering his High Lord around.

When Rhysand remained passive, Azriel added. “Don’t make me come and get you.”

Then he clicked the office door closed behind him, making a beeline for the training grounds. He could sense his shadows scrambling to catch up with him. They’d loitered in Rhysand’s office a few seconds longer than him, and he almost reprimanded them for it. But then one of his bigger shadows materialized, curling down his arm to place his discarded gloves in his waiting palm. He dismissed the shadow, not quite with praise, but thankful nonetheless as he tucked the gloves into a vacant pocket in his leathers. It would have irked him if he had to ask Rhysand for them back, after he threw them to the floor in such a dramatic display only to not throw a single punch.

He’d get those punches in soon though, and he was going to enjoy every single one with bare hands. Then, he would focus his attention on what really mattered, supporting you. One day, he hoped to prove to you that you had people right here who would choose you over their Court every damned time.

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[blackberrywars]

♥️Lambert/Aiden Fic Reclist!♥️

For anybody and everybody interested in Lambert, Aiden, and/or their relationship! I've been obsessed with these two since the start of the pandemic, and they inspired me to start writing my own fic, so making a reclist has always been an idea in the back of my head. Plus, it's come to my attention that the tag can get crowded sometimes, so, Laiden fans, this one's for you.

Parameters: I've decided to divide my recs based on common story types that explore Laiden both in and out of canon. Other ships are allowed, but the focus is Lambert/Aiden. Additionally, I put a cap on 3 fics max per author. These are not arranged in any particular order beyond the categories.

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♥️Lambert's Revenge/Aiden's Death or Return♥️

(i know dead people, and you are not dead) by @brighteyedjill (Explicit/5,940/Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings)

Lambert finds Aiden after ten years of torture, maimed and broken. They retire and learn each other once again, mind, body, and soul.

I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory by CamilleDuDemon (Mature/2,327/Graphic Depictions of Violence, Major Character Death)

Aiden dies on a beautiful sunny day, while Lambert waits for him in their usual meeting place. Witchers cannot love and witchers never die in their beds. If only neither of those were true.

No Grave by @blackberrywars (Mature/2293/No Archive Warnings Apply)

A shameless self-rec, because I'm very proud of this fic. To the tune of Hozier’s Work Song, Aiden crawls from her almost-grave, determined to see her baby wolf again.

Fair Trade by Anoke (Mature/40,373/Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings)

Karadin sells Aiden to a mage, and he becomes an experiment, trapped in his own head while searching for a way out. It's a series, and this is the part where shit gets ugly.

Very Dark Magic by @bomberqueen17 (Mature/23,683/No Archive Warnings Apply)

Aiden is once more getting tortured and mind-controlled by a mage, but luckily enough and via the power of psychic beams, Keira and Lambert find him. And Lambert's pissed.

Roses Fall but the Thorns Remain by @t4tlambert (Teen/1,458/No Archive Warnings Apply)

Lambert holds Aiden's medallion in his hands, and he knows what it means. He pays for the privilege of having this last piece of his lover, and falls apart for just a moment.

No Grave Can Hold My Body Down by @t4tlambert (Teen/14,414/No Archive Warnings Apply)

A fellow Hozier-lyric-title user. Aiden crawls out of his grave and is found by Eskel, who begrudgingly decides to not piss off his little brother and does his best to keep his Cat alive.

Fortunes of the Fearless by @tumbleweedtech (Teen/627/No Archive Warnings Apply)

Lambert is a vicious bastard, and Aiden is lucky enough to be around to appreciate it, even if Lambert's victim is long dead and drowned.

Survival by @kitdubhran (Teen/1,278/No Archive Warnings Apply)

Aiden wakes up in enough pain that he kind of wishes he hadn't. But he does wake up. And we all know who he's gonna go find.

♥️Getting Together & Being Together♥️

Intent by tnico (Teen/18,551/No Archive Warnings Apply)

Lambert does everything in his crotchety (open to interpretation) power to get Aiden to reveal his devious plans and fuck off, except all he wants is to be by Lambert's side. Incredible characterization, funny as hell, and awesome research footnotes.

Bad Blood (Runs True) by @fairytrashmother (Teen/8,368/No Archive Warnings Apply)

The Tournament never happened, and the Cats and Wolves are actually trying to make peace. A young pup and a young kit might just solve their problems

Silver for Monsters by @crimsonherbarium (Explicit/108,559/Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings)

A canon-compliant look at the development of Laiden with awesome cover art and plenty of angst in later chapters. Lambert is slow to trust, so the burn follows thus.

Lacebound by @heronfem (Mature/39,391/Graphic Depictions of Violence)

Lambert and Aiden as young witchers in winter, lacebound by the fucked-up system they live in, and soon, lacebound to each other. Extremely nuanced politics, people, and circumstances, but also something like a college AU, if Bombs 101 was a class

Denial by tnico (Teen/16,989/No Archive Warnings Apply)

This fic quite possibly wins the award for bitchiest Lambert dialogue in existence, and no one loves it more than me and Aiden. They go a-curse-breakin' and have a grand old time together. More awesome research footnotes

Therapeutic Effects by @laurelnose (Teen/900/No Archive Warnings Apply)

Lambert finds Aiden purring himself back to health, and it's mad cute (but also hilarious because Lambert is Lambert)

Fuck Off: A Love Story (In 5+1 Parts) by @skaldingrayne (Mature/17,080/Graphic Depictions of Violence)

Despite all his efforts to appear the contrary, Lambert is just a bit too noble (and then a bit too horny and a bit too in love) to let this mangy Cat die by his own stupidity. He's still gonna bitch about it tho.

i won't say i'm in **** by @purpurred (Mature/5,848/No Archive Warnings Apply)

Keira arranges for a Cat to fulfill one of Lambert's more private fantasies, and Lambert takes it in the worst way possible. That doesn't mean he can stop thinking about the way Aiden held a poisoned knife to his throat.

ease me of its fever by @inexplicifics (Mature/5,226/No Archive Warnings Apply)

Omega Lambert has spent so many years saying absolutely-the-fuck-not-i'll-rip-your-cock-off that it's more than a little difficult to say yes. Aiden is so, so patient.

mountains that are stacked with fear by @xianvar (Mature/11,171/No Archive Warnings Apply)

Lambert, being Lambert, assumes the beautiful love confession he found in Aiden's bag was actually a prank, and lashes out accordingly. He gets his shit together, and his Cat, eventually.

♥️Meeting the Family♥️

Lambert's two orens' man by Ledgea (Teen/1,861/No Archive Warnings Apply)

One part in an incredible series about the slow development of Aiden and Lambert, but it's just a fun bit of Eskel getting to see his baby brother happy

Hide and seek by Ledgea (Mature/6,617/No Archive Warnings Apply)

Lambert sneaks Aiden into Kaer Morhen, and his whole cohort of bastard pups work hard to cover his ass while causing as many problems as witcherly possible; part 1 of 3

a promise to keep by @all-hail-the-witcher (Teen/983/No Archive Warnings Apply)

Tooth-rotting fluff of Aiden in Kaer Morhen, appreciating the effects of good, regular meals on Lambert's physique. Cutagen biscuits are made.

Winter with the Caravan by @damnbert (Teen/14,229/No Archive Warnings Apply)

Lambert goes home with Aiden for a while, and all the other Cats take the opportunity to take the absolute piss out of them both (and maybe do a little matchmaking on the side)

Lambert's Family by @freudensteins-monster (Teen/5,901/No Archive Warnings Apply)

Lambert hides his biological family until he finally feels safe enough not to. They might be growing up around him, but they still welcome him home every year, and they welcome the Wolves and Cats too.

Did he who made the Lamb make thee? by @tumbleweedtech (General Audiences/1,461/No Archive Warnings Apply)

Being the (asshole) older brothers that they are, Geralt and Eskel constantly rib Lambert about being the littlest wolf, and that his mysterious cat must be pint-sized to match. Lambert is happy to prove them wrong.

♥️Good Old Fashioned Smut♥️

wild green wonder by elizabethgee (Explicit/42,554/Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings)

Laiden smut in just about every configuration you can think. Sweet and tender, rough and wild, this one has it all. If you like a dom!Aiden and repressed sub!Lambert, this is stellar

Lambert's (Not-So) Mysterious Vial of Oil by @on-a-lucky-tide (Explicit/11,291/No Archive Warnings Apply)

The Lambert-kicks-ass-at-alchemy headcanon applied to sex. He receives (heh), and then passes his glorious knowledge of lube onto a his student, Aiden

Sweeter Than Pride by @blackberrywars (Explicit/2524/No Archive Warnings Apply)

Another self-rec for the f/f lovers. Lambert is a sweet brat and earns herself a spanking so good she cries. Aiden freaks out a little, but after it all, they fall asleep spooned together

An Evening of Frippery by @bard-llama (Explicit/3,105/No Archive Warnings Apply)

Lambert being a power bottom whose gender is "mind your fucking business," but who nonetheless looks fantastic with his exquisitely tailored skirts hiked to his waist

I Like how the day sounds through this new song by Lynge (Explicit/9,222/Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings)

Some porn with plot where Aiden forces Lambert to confess to petty theft and also his deep and abiding romantic feelings (in that order).

Problem by elizabethgee (Explicit/1,977/Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings)

In a fic I've just now realized has the exact same premise as one of my wips, Aiden is obsessed with Lambert's thick ass thighs and will do anything to ride them

Cut You Clean by GreenBird (Explicit/4,203/No Archive Warnings Apply)

Lambert loses a bet and has to let Aiden shave him. It has some... interesting effects on him.

Thicker than Water (and Other Poetic Bullshit) by @kushielsmercy (Explicit/2,835/No Archive Warnings Apply)

A mini-character study of Aiden and Lambert through the lens of some filthy blood-play. They're both far more possessive and codependent than they'd want to admit.

Puppies Don't Talk by @damnbert (Explict/8,725/Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings)

Very kink-heavy fic of Lambert going fully into subspace and getting to be taken care of for a while. He can't bring himself to really ask for what he wants, but puppies don't talk anyway.

all dressed up (with no place to go) by @childoffantasy (Explicit/6,707/No Archive Warnings Apply)

Lambert fulfills the redhead contract of wearing green and killing it dead, and there's just enough room under his pretty skirt for Aiden to crawl right up it

Thief's Reward by @inexplicifics (Explicit/1,592/No Archive Warnings Apply)

Maybe Lambert shouldn't reward this handsome Cat for stealing his kill, but it's been awhile, and he might as well get something out of the bargain (it's orgasms. and 60% of the corpse profits)

Dichotomy by @tantumuna (Explicit/25,054/No Archive Warnings Apply)

Extremely kink-heavy fic where Aiden and Lambert switch to see whose methods can get Aiden pregnant the fastest.

Kneel For Me by @alllthequeenshorses (Explicit/2,269/No Archive Warning Apply)

Lambert can only really let go with Aiden, and as soon as he can, it's a freefall. Aiden's there to hold him tight. It's some kinky reunion smut, come get a helping.

Catch and Release by @top-notch-swords (Explicit/9,570/No Archive Warnings Apply)

Aiden is deeply possessive and more than willing to manipulate the situation to remind Lambert exactly who he belongs to. Filthy alley sex and a little codependency that they should probably talk about but actually just fuck about

♥️One-Shot Roulette♥️

A Logical Conclusion by @heronfem (Mature/18,674/Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings)

Essentially the thesis of Laiden shippers, seeing Lambert's prickly ass and knowing the only logical conclusion is that he must have loved Aiden very deeply, even across space, time, and AUs

Wheel of the Year by @crimsonherbarium (Explicit/20,717/No Archive Warnings Apply)

A series of Lambert and Aiden celebrating the holidays on the outskirts of society, but finding twice the joy for it. Lots of smut, but also sweetness and angst.

You and I (and what we get up to) by @iwillpooponthefloor (Explicit/19,396/No Archive Warnings Apply)

ABCs of Laiden that focus on them as a team of two. They pull off contracts, schemes, and each other, from time to time.

Purr For Me by @round--robin (Explicit/8,407/No Archive Warnings Apply)

A whole bunch of short and sweet snapshots into Laiden. I couldn't put them on this list, but Robin has a lot of other fics combining Laiden with other ships.

♥️Modern AUs♥️

A Beginners Guide to Exploiting the Kaedweni Tax Code For Fun and Profit by @heronfem (Mature/167,193/No Archive Warnings Apply)

Lambert and Aiden get accidentally married and decide to make it work for the tax benefits. And then they fall in love. And work through trauma. And get a cat. And it's gorgeously written.

What Happens at Waffle House by Anoke (Teen/1,993/Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings)

The rituals are intricate, and Lambert's sometimes involve mutual combat with the Waffle House line cook. Somehow, the feral gremlin gets a date out of it.

All those wonders sit in wait for us by Theladyknight23 (Teen/14,847/No Archive Warnings Apply)

My fellow fem!Laiden crusader with a delightful modern take on witchers as a combination between truckers and pest control workers. Americana themes and the best additional tag ever: "love is like bread."

The Bark that's to Your Bite by @theimpressionablelizard (Explicit/12,976/No Archive Warnings Apply)

Where Lambert is Deadpool pre-mutation and he falls in bounty hunter love with Aiden, who I personally imagine looks like Dev Patel from the Green Knight. A little romance, a little co-worker wolves, and lots of swearing.

Three Cats Walk Into A Bar by @halehathnofury (Teen/2,607/No Archive Warnings Apply

Inspired by the lovely @whyzowl's art, it's the Wolves + Ciri dressing Lambert up to get him laid, and Aiden taking the bait.

Helpless, Feckless, Far Too Young by @keirametzbrassknuckles (Mature/14,605/Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings)

The Wolves are a traveling group after a death in the family, and Lambert is so fucking sick of them acting like nothing is wrong. He meets Aiden, and they get on like a fairgound on faire. Written by my personal mistress of angst.

♥️Miscellaneous♥️

Once, Again by @brighteyedjill (Mature/4,521/Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings)

Aiden has to save Lambert in a time loop without explaining anything, but we all know Lambert doesn't trust easy. Sometimes the simplest solution is the right one.

The Art of Living by Ledgea (Explicit/25,636/Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings)

Lambert loving people as the story of an art gallery, a skill honed from his cohort to his brothers to Aiden, The Damn Cat, when he makes his appearance.

Fields of color by @witcherscrane (Mature/2,057/Major Character Death)

In the wake of Aiden's death, Lambert follows a beautiful illusion with a smile on his face. His brothers help him find rest.

Give Us A Smile by @etcorsolus (Mature/2,945/No Archive Warnings Apply)

A 5+1 of Aiden making Lambert smile. Textual adaptation of that one post "look at you! you're so handsome when you're not being a bitch."

The Basics by @kushielsmercy (Mature/375/No Archive Warnings Apply)

Aiden gets possessed, and Lambert has a choice to make. Ambiguous ending.

Ashes in His Mouth by Faetality (Mature/3,924/Graphic Depictions of Violence)

Fear makes humans cruel. It makes them not care who gets tied to the stake, so long as they can breathe easy while the victim drowns in smoke. Or, Lambert suffers, and Aiden watches.

remember me as i was not as i am by @all-hail-the-witcher (Explicit/40,248/No Archive Warnings Apply)

Aiden has been dead for a very long time, long enough that Lambert has long since forgotten his face. It's just in time for a beautiful man with green eyes to break in through his window and ask for his services.

Deafening Silence by @wolf-and-bard (Explicit/13,230/No Archive Warnings Apply)

Destiny is a stubborn bitch, but it hasn't Lambert, who doesn't give a rat's ass that he's never meant to see Aiden again.

A Spot of Blood by MsThunderFrost (Explicit/3,440, No Archive Warnings Apply)

How the phrase "Pops didn't raise a quitter" turns into a "sex sent me to the ER" story for Lambert, because he's a stubborn bastard who would rather injure himself than communicate.

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Let me say a few things outright, because I want zero drama.

This reclist is for the benefit of Laiden fans, and is not meant as a criticism of any other ship or fic.

The fics chosen for this reclist are only ones I have read. It is by no means comprehensive, and definitely favors older fics, since that was when I was deepest in the fandom.

I actually had to cut this short because I hit some kind of content block limit, which. Oh welp. If anyone wants me to remove their fic from this list for any reason, PM me and I'll do it asap

[hairasuntouchedaspartoftheamazon]

Sing him out my friends, sing him out my friends, as we mourn there are no tears He's finally gone, after waiting long, and all our ends are near!

A funeral song for the Aurora's First Mate, sung by those he left behind

(Notes and Lyrics under the Readmore and also here on ao3)

This one is based on Flogging Molly's 'Raise What's Left of the Flag for Me', so much so that I used a kareoke version of the audio as a backing track for my singing…which could be better but I am tired and didn't realize how high pitched i was until after I had like FIVE screwed up attempts so this is the version youse are getting.

I chose this song because it is very much about bitterness in the face of death but still managing to find some semblance of life inside of that bitterness, which I think fits the Mechs very well. It's basically saying that the guy the song is about is dead, but his friends and fellow soldiers should keep fighting the good fight of fucking people over because the world has fucked them over. VERY mechs to me. I also like the idea that Jonny's death kinda invigorated the crew a little bit, because now they know their existence will end. They're out of limbo, and it's because of a little bastard. so cheers to ya Jonny, I'm glad you had your last laugh.

Lyrics:

His laugh it rang, just like once he sang

Before the stories got old

The last thing felt was a knife's plain stick

And the vicious joy of the very last tick

Sing him out my friends, sing him out my friends, as we mourn there are no tears He's finally gone, after waiting long, and all our ends are near!

Let the Drumbot beat count it one two three

For now still keeping the score

It's the start at last, ends coming to pass

The clockwork working no more

Sing him out my friends, sing him out my friends, as we mourn there are no tears He's finally gone, after waiting long, and all our ends are near!

It begun with hands stained red, and with help he fled

from the hell that spat him out

Given free reign to roam he made blood his home

And sang loud of the death he loved

For there are many ways to kill a man they say

with bayonet axe or sword

But none could cease, never knew defeat

in search of violence, adventure, and fun!

Sing him out my friends, sing him out my friends, as we mourn there are no tears He's finally gone, after waiting long, and all our ends are near!

Through the reaches of the farthest stars

Where we lived fought and died for our flaws

We were taken, changed

a new life embraced, not knowing the weight of time.

He tried to lead, so we let him believe,

just to balm our souls.

As we play our tunes, you'll hear the crowd swoon

"Oh my god what have they done?"

Even stained in gore, we give our encore,

Knowing the show soon draws to a close!

Sing him out my friends, sing him out my friends, as we mourn there are no tears He's finally gone, after waiting long, and all our ends are near!

Sing him out my friends, sing him out my friends, as we mourn there are no tears He's finally gone, after waiting long, and all our ends are near!

[tyuns-world]

Can’t help but wait~

Unrequited love!hueningkai x reader

Genre: angst no comfort, unrequited love

A/N: this obviously based off the song can’t help but wait .. no I do not like the artist or his actions.

Summary: Kai patiently waits, in vain, for you to realize that your current boyfriend is an asshole and to choose Kai over him instead.

Word count: 621

Kai can't help but wait for the moment when you realize your current boyfriend is not the right fit for you. He's a reoccurring presence through your breakdowns, smiles, and frustrations with the bastard. Even right now, Kai is sitting crossed leg on his bed listening about the latest thing your boyfriend has done, unable to bear the sight of tears streaming down your cheeks during the emotional episode in his dorm room.

While not inclined towards violence, Kai briefly considers punching the guy after hearing how distraught you are over him forgetting another important anniversary. Kai yearns to comfort you, to kiss away the tears, and envelop you in his strong, muscular embrace. He wishes you'd gather the strength to leave the unworthy boyfriend for good, but instead, he murmurs soothing words, pats your back, and reassures you that everything will work out.

Days later, like clockwork, despite your resolute vow to never return to the bastard, Kai observes you and your boyfriend on a bench in the college courtyard, entangled in affection. It pains Kai to see you missing out on how much of a star you are. If only you were to break free from his sorry ass. You’re worth much more than the occasional empty ‘I love you’

Kai is acutely aware that he could treat you better than a boyfriend who forgets your favorite color, the day you met, and even your birthday. Kai hasn't known you for long, only meeting at the beginning of the second semester. Yet, he's the one organizing "friend dates," thinking of you, showering you with thoughtful gifts, remembering anniversaries and special events – all because he listens, cares, and waits. Alas, he doesn't want to come between you and your boyfriend, so he can only wait to pick you back up and piece you together when he undoubtedly disappoints you again.

Despite the discomfort of secretly pining for you, Kai can't help himself, especially as he listens to you excitedly whisper-shouting about your new favorite show in the library. When your smile fades and your voice trails off, Kai reaches his hand to touch yours in concern. All you can do is look blankly at the scene behind him. Kai turns his head, discovering your “boyfriend” kissing another person, and Kai's protective instincts kick in.

He charges towards your boyfriend, easily pinning and towering over your cheating boyfriend against a bookcase. You try to pull Kai off, but he is stronger and taller. The confrontation intensifies, and a crowd gathers with camera phones at the ready.

“Woah, woah,” your boyfriend says. “What the actual fuck, man.” You don’t miss the flash of pain on your boyfriend's face as Kai pins him harder into the bookcase. “Kai, no wait, it’s not a big deal, it’s fine,” your boyfriend finally notices you and just smirks. “Call of your lovesick pup, Y/N” You scoff, and Kai glares at the bastard.

Kai frees up one hand, ready to punch the daylights out of your boyfriend when you stop him. “Kai, please don’t do this. Look,” you gesture over to the crowd and the librarian currently calling the campus police. Kai shoves your boyfriend one last time and stalks off, leaving you torn between addressing your cheating boyfriend and chasing after Kai.

Kai hears the patter of your running as you try to catch up with his long, angry, fast strides. Despite being secretly happy inside that you chose him this one time, he hides it. As you catch up with Kai and express concern, he stops abruptly, revealing his impatience. Kai declares that if you choose to go back to your boyfriend after this incident, you need not bother visiting his dorm again.

[misguidedasgardian]

The White Dragon (40)

40. Maegor

MASTERLIST

Summary: Your sister as the war, grows uglier by the day 

Pairings: main Harwin Strong x Fem!Targaryen reader

Warnings: cursing, medieval and A song of ice and Fire AU customs, injury, burns, dragon fire, death, violence, armies, death, war and all that comes with it. Might miss some warnings but you know what this is about :) 

+18, MINORS DNI

Wordcount: 3.0 k

Notes:  I know it doesn’t look like, but we are getting close to the end! I hope hehe

“I have come here from far away”, he talked loudly, to all the people gathered, “looking for answers, for the whereabouts of my siblings, and my betrothed”, he said more severely, “I come here following a trail, and I find absolutely nothing”, he growled, he could sense the fear in those people, “I know you had nothing to do with this, so I will ask you one more time… where is he?”, he asked, looking at the senior members of the group there

But he got no answer

He took a tired sigh, he was done with this, he was failed at the one thing he couldn’t fail he grabbed a guy, a random guy, by the back of the neck

Iron borns were supposed to be rough, feisty and tough bastards

But this one whimpered in his hands when he pushed him in front of Karnax, who looked at him and growled loudly, making the men peed his pants

“WHERE IS HE?”, He screamed at the top of his lungs, the people of the crowd flinched, “I swear I will burn this entire fucking island back to the ocean”, he said then, “WHERE IS DALTON GREYJOY?”

Aemond couldn’t help but feel very nervous. He was in his home, where he had lived all his life and now, he was always looking over his shoulder, now he could be treated like a traitor, now they could kill his mother, and him.

He was in the wrong side, not that he regretted it

They would let him see his mother, but he could see his sister, and right now he was coming back to his chambers from seeing her, he entered to find Aemma waiting for him

She smiled warmly at him, like she used to do, oh gods she was so beautiful, he believed

But her face twisted in worry when she saw him

She could tell he was nervous, that he was worried, and also sad, she knew it all, and that hurt her

“What’s the matter?”, he asked, taking her in between his arms, Aemma’s eyes were filled with sadness, brimming with unshed tears

“Do you love me?”, she asked, looking into his eye

“Of course I love you”, he said, with a little offense to his tone, “What is going on?”

“I keep thinking that I have taken everything from you, I made you choose and I think you believe you chose wrong”, Aemond’s confusion showed on his face

“You have never made me choose, what are you talking about?”, he asked, his chest tightened with worry, to see her so distraught 

“You were a prince, the second in line for the throne, you had your family, your siblings, the realms at your feet, the largest and oldest dragon in the world”, she counted, “and now… you only have me, and I can’t help but wonder, that if for you was worth it, to lose everything and only gain me in return”

“You are not to blame on how things happened”, he said firmly, “and I still have Helaena, and the children, my mother is still with us, and my other sister, and my nephews, and you”, he said, kissing the tip of her nose, “I have silverwing”

“I know you wanted that throne”, she said quietly, “I know you wished it was you instead of Aegon”

“Who wouldn’t want to be King?”, he said, “Did I wish for my brother to disappear in the streets of silk and that they choose me to succeed him? yes, but… not like this”, he said, “I would have never go against your mother, and your family”, he said quickly, “I do believe Aegon to be unworthy, I do believe I was worthier than him, but that is it”, he promised, “I’d rather have you, and the family we will going to make”, he promised, “when all of this is over and the dust settles, I will take you from this place, we will have our own lands to look after, and we will have our family”, he promised, taking her hands in his and kissing them, “I promise”, Aemma smiled at him

“I’d like that very much”, she said excitedly 

He holds her tightly against him, caressing her silvery strands.

“You are the most important person in the world to me”, he promised her, “we will survive this, and we will make our own home”

“We will”, she whispered, hugging her husband tightly

“I remember the night he was born”, you whisper into the night air, “King’s Landing lit up with celebration and even from here you could hear all the people feasting and partying from the Streets chanting, “heirs to spare, heirs to spare!” it was incredible”, you narrated 

“I remember all the drunken fights I had to break” laughed Harwin, you turned to look at him

“I don’t want to kill him”, you whispered. The instructions were clear, you were the commander of the allied forces and you were to stop the Green Army marching from Storm’s End towards the capital right now

“You don’t have to”

“Even Aemond failed to convince him to stop this”, you noted, “will he listen to me? he doesn’t even know me”, you said, Harwin walked towards you in the balcony and held you

“You are his older sister”, he whispered

“He doesn’t even know me, but he has been raised by those people”, you said

“You could come to an agreement, you have Alicent, his mother, a Hightower, perhaps you could use her to negotiate”, you nodded

First you were going to try and talk, and if it didn’t work out…

You sighed loudly

If you were forced to end Daeron, you could lose Aemond, and consequently, your own daughter. You don’t know Daeron, but he was still your half brother, still a young man, who had been influenced on this

You barely slept that night

The very next morning you had to leave king’s Landing on dragonback to meet Cregan and his army, against Daeron and the Hightowers, in Haystack in the edges of the King’s Wood

Rhaenyra summoned you early in the morning

You were dressed in a coat of mail, with a leather breastplate with metal details and the three headed armor in your chest, your hair braided out of your face long boots and strong leather pants

You presented in front of your sister ready for war 

“You march in the representation of your Queen”, she said solemnly, and you were not liking what you were feeling against your sister, she had began to anger you, you were beginning to hate her, she had your children and she wouldn’t tell you where they were

She touched your children

She was an enemy now

“I will not forget that”, you said strongly, and it was not a good thing, you were never going to forget the one that made you march to war, and possibly kill and burn thousand of men

You squint your eyes when you saw it, a cut, deep in your sister’s forearm

The throne had cut her

She didn’t seemed to care for your tone, but she knew she couldn’t be pity right now

You abandoned the throne room because you didn’t care if she was done with your or not, you went to do her dirty work

If she was supposed to be the Queen, how did she expect for people to fight battles she was not willing to fight herself?

You met with your children before you departed again, according to Rhaenyra you were all going to go to the battlefield, but you only wanted to get them out of here

You took Aemond’s hand and then one of Aemma’s

“Go home, back to the Whitehall”, you said, and they both nodded, “you bent the knee but Aegon is still out there, Harrenhal is the last post of defense of the Capital from the North”

“We will guard it for you”, said Aemond, and you nodded, you kissed your daughter’s forehead and she smiled sweetly

For some reason you believed they were going to be safer there then here in the Red Keep

You then looked at Helaena and Maekar

“You too”

“I will go with you”, said Maekar, you were starting to shake your head, but he interrupted you, “I’m your eldest son, it is my job”, he said, you sighed but only nodded, you will have a better chance at a Dragon with two of them

And you needed a fast messenger if you needed to communicate something back to King’s Landing or to everywhere else

Dragons where faster than ravens

Helaena and Maekar say goodbye to each other tenderly, she was to go back to Harrenhal with her brother and Aemma

But she stayed in the Red Keep to see her mother, if you only knew that

As your children were saying their farewells, Daemon came to you, he looked angry, he grabbed your arm and took you to the side.

“I want you to end that Targayren cunt”, he demanded angrily

“Then why don’t you go and do it yourself?”, you asked bitterly, “Well, sending other people to do your dirty work, to assassin someone else is something you would do”, he frowned at your words, but if he knew what you were talking about he didn’t show it

“What is that supposed to mean?”, he asked through gritted teeth

“I think you know exactly what I mean”, you growled, releasing yourself from his hold, he let you, “I will do this for you, but after, I will back home with my family”, he looked at you seriously

“You will not sit in the small council for your sister?”

“I think we can both agree that I have done enough to help my sister”, you said back, “it is her throne, now she has to work to keep it”, you bit. He looked at you angrily, paladating your words, his jaw ticked in bother

“It would be truly a shame if your younger children and Stark’s eldest daughter be lost a sea”, and right then you froze

“What?”, you muttered, you couldn’t believe what you were hearing

“You heard me”, he said back, “you have no choice, if you want to see your children again, you will do as I say”

“I understand”, you said severely

You understand very well

And as you left the Keep to go to the Dragonpit accompanied by Maekar, and Harwin, you felt your blood boil

Your uncle and sister had messed with your children

They had to go

You had to go, get away, would you convince your entire family to leave? go away to Essos or beyond? you wouldn’t leave without your children, but with dragons not even the North was far away enough, you had to go further, damn them all

You needed to “come back” to the present when the carriage was traveling through the streets of King’s Landing

You could hear the discontent of the people

They were not happy, your sister when she took the capital “punished” some wealthy lords of the city for having done nothing to stop Aegon, and that did not please the people, she had also raised their taxes to try and recuperate the treasury, to have money in the vaults

That didn’t please the people either

You had heard many people screaming, “Maegor with tits”, or “Rhaenyra the cruel”, it was not a good sign, she did not have the people of King’s Landing. You could feel something brewing in the air. SOmehow you believed she deserved it

You arrived in the Dragonpit, Aerion, Maekar’s dragon did rest there, shortly after, as you were helping your son to fix his mount, Vhaelar landed heavily in the outside courtyard

Growling restlessly

it wasn’t long until you and your son were in the air. Vhaelar was the biggest dragon, and she preferred to fly higher and a little bit behind, and you could tell that that way she could see more clearly if something were coming your way, in this case… another dragon

The fly was short, over the king’s woods, and then the deep wood ended and you found the Northerner army there, camping in the less leafy part of the forest

You landed both your dragons, Harwin right behind you. Cregan went out of the amp to meet you

“Scouts had spotted the Green army”, he said, straight to the point, you only nodded, “they are behind that hill, camped in a valley”

“That doesn’t seem very smart”, Harwin said

“They have a huge dragon with them”, he said, “we have managed to hide, and capture their scouts, sot hey haven’t spotted us yet, but they will” 

“It will be too late”, you said, “we are here now”, he nodded, then you looked at Maekar, “take us to the viewpoint, we will leave our dragons here”.

The sun was hiding when you decided to leave the camp of the northerners and out in the open, and up the hill. You didn't know what to think, what to believe, but for now you had pushed everything that wasn’t related to this direct conflict out of your mind, and you were determined to end this and then recuperate your children, nothing else mattered.

As you reached the top, the Green army was in front of you, occupying the entire valley, from here, you could mount your dragon and fly above them and burn them all.

But that would be such a waste

A loss of life

An unnecessary one

You hated Hightowers at this point, you blamed them for everything that happened starting by Otto, but if you wanted to unite the realm again, you had to make your peace, you couldn’t kill them all, then the Reach would be lost to you forever.

“How do you want to proceed?”, asked Cregan by your side

“I want to speak to Daeron”, you said, decisively

“But mom…”, you only looked at Maekar and he got quiet

“We have to try to stop this”, you reasoned, they agreed with you, “but we don’t have much time, even though we could convince him to retreat, still my sister is not going to be pleased with this, she would want the Hightower’s heads no spikes”

“But what if…”, you heard a growl in the air, and you turned, surprised, to see Rhaegar’s dragon Karnax landing right by Vhaelar’s side down the hill

“Rhaegar?”, asked Maekar, running down the hill to go meet his brother, and you three did too

You dragon nuzzled her son with her snout and Karnax growled lowly but letting himself be petted by his mother, and you believe it was hilarious

Your dragon was very protective of her dragonlings, no matter how big they have gotten, and you could feel her rage for the loss of her smallest one, Greywind

She wanted blood for it. 

But your attention was stolen by your son who approached you

You haven't seen him in a few weeks, and you hugged him tightly, he hugged you back

”I know where they are”, he said, straight to the point

“What?”, you asked, separating from him and looking him in the eyes

“I know where the children and Sarra are”, he said with sparkly eyes and a smile on his face

 And that is all it took

“Let’s go take them back then”, you said firmly. Finally, a way out of this. 

“What are you going to do with the Green Army?”, he asked, looking behind you, you followed his gaze

“I have a plan”, you said firmly, you then looked at Cregan, who also seemed relieved, as his daughter was also missing. “Get me an audience with Daeron”

“What will you do?”, asked Harwin, and you looked at him

“I have his two siblings and his mother n my side”, you said firmly, “I will turn him to my side as well”

“Your side?”, asked Cregan, a small smile appearing on his lips

“Yes”, you said firmly, “it’s time”

By the end of the day, you had in front of you Daeron Targaryen, your youngest brother, and his uncle, Otto’s nephew, Avalon

“We have the greatest army of the Reach”, mocked Abalon, “why would we surrender?”

“I have the Northern army and three grown dragons”, you said, “why wouldn’t I burn you all?”, Daeron was serious, looking directly at you, you turned to him, “you are my brother, i don’t want to hurt you, you are of my blood”

His uncle mocked you, but he didn’t even looked at him, he was only looking at you

“You are doing the bidding of Rhaenyra”, he said then

“And you all are doing the bidding of Otto”, yous aid then, “your mother didn’t want this, your father didn't want this, nobody ever wanted this”, that did make him think about what you were saying

“My mother is a prisoner of the usurper Rhaenyra”, he said then, you had have him for a second, and it was gone now

“I’ve just seen your mother”, you said, “she is perfectly fine, Rhaenyra pardoned her, they were friends once, so she is alright”

“Not my grandfather though”, he said then

“Your grandfather usurped my sister’s throne”, you said then, “he pushed the country into a civil war, he moved you and your brother’s against their own family, he is damned”

“They are my family”, said Daeron, but not yet convinced

“I know you don’t know me”, you said then, “but you are my little brother, and my sons, your nephews of similar ages to you would want to meet you, Aemond married my daughter, your sister will marry my eldest son”, you said gently, “we are bonded by more than only blood, by love”, he was truly thinking about it, “surrender and you can go where you please, if you want to see your mother you will, if you want to see your siblings and nephews you will, if you want to go back to Old Town and live your life in peace we will, and so will you”, you said then, looking at the uncle as well 

“What about Aegon?”, asked Daeron 

“I don’t know”, you admitted, “We don’t even know where he is”

The turned long minutes as you saw him ponder, thinking for an answer, weighting it all in.

And you didn’t know what you were going to do if he refused to surrender. 

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[sassy-ahsoka-tano]

DADDY ISSUES - Part Fourteen: Sex, Money, Feelings, Die

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Prompt: You and Jerry are working together to uncover the Colonel's secrets. You think you finally have something but you have to get Elvis to hear you. How do you get him to listen to you when he's barely even there half the time? [ Fem!Reader ]

TW: guns, minor violence (when he shoots the tv, same as in the movie), strong language, elvis is a BASTARD in this chapter, # canceled

Rating: Pg-13 || Word Count: 3926

A/N: i really have nothing to say other than bring pitchforks and also tissues

Song Rec: sex, money, feelings, die - lykke li

This is Part 14 of Daddy Issues. Find the rest of the series here!

[ masterlist | taglist ]

🦋 mila

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Almost two weeks pass without you having any contact with Elvis at all. You wonder if you did something wrong by pretending to be asleep, if he knew that you were awake and chose to punish you for it instead of talk to you about it. To be honest, you don’t care very much anymore and are even maybe a bit glad that you haven’t had to visit Elvis this week. You’re tired, so tired of taking on his stress. You have so much to deal with as it is and it feels like problems just follow Elvis wherever he goes.

You lay on the couch, depressed and completely drained of all energy, and realize that if you could see yourself now, you would have said no. If you could have had a cheating glimpse into the future to see what’s happened to you, where you’ve wound up, you would have said no and turned Elvis down for good. This isn’t what you signed up for or what you wanted from this arrangement. You’ve completely stopped going to any of his performances, stopped watching his old films, stopped listening to his music.

You just can’t handle it anymore. He’s too different, too unlike the man you thought you knew so long ago. He’s cold, like someone who doesn’t even know whether they’re alive or dead, awake or asleep. Sometimes you wonder if he even remembers who he is. The drugs have messed with his mind so much that he hardly acts like himself these days.

A couple of weeks ago, you went upstairs to check on him and make sure he was okay. Low and behold, you ran into Priscilla for the third time since becoming Elvis’ sugar baby. While you’d been ashamed the first and ambivalent the second, the third time was too much. You have no idea what they were arguing about that time, probably the same things that you wanted to smack Elvis around for. But Priscilla came wilding out of the room and once her eyes locked onto yours, you knew it was going to be ugly.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing with my husband? Who do you think you are, you little bitch! You’re not his wife. I am! I am his wife!” she shouted at you, pointing a finger directly into your face.

“Oh, please! Give me a break,” you shout. “Maybe if you were satisfying him, he wouldn’t need to keep me around! But you’re obviously not pleasing him because, oh look, I’m still here! And I’m not going anywhere anytime soon!”

“Oh, she’s selfish, too! And disrespectful! Reminds me of someone I know!” she yelled, glancing over her shoulder at her husband. “You two are fucking perfect for each other, really! I hope you have a nice life wasting time as you both fall into pits. You fucking disgust me!”

By this point, she was so close to your face that you could smell her perfume. But you didn’t give a shit. You weren’t backing down. At that moment, Elvis was yours and yours only. Priscilla clearly wasn’t enough for him since he was constantly searching for other ways to get pleasure. You folded your arms over your chest and stared her down until her face broke and tears began to leak from her eyes. She turned around and shoved Elvis hard into the doorframe. His face fell into anger and he reached out to grab Priscilla but she was already flying down the hallway, burying her head in her hands. You glanced up at Elvis with a flat expression, unimpressed and uncaring. It’s his fucking fault all three of you are in this situation, anyway. When opened his mouth to speak, you spun on your heel and stalked down the hallway away from him before he got a chance to say anything.

You run a hand over your face and shake your head to dispel the memories. You’re exhausted and you just want to go home. Back to a home you don’t have anymore.

A knock at the door sounds and you stand up, opening it to see Jerry on the other side. You breathe a sigh of relief and open the door so he can come into your room. You and Jerry have grown quite close recently. He’s been sharing information with you and you’ve been conducting your own research to find out what you can, including chatting with Elvis about the Colonel. You were making good progress until…

Anyway, you’re spending a lot more time together. If it weren’t for Jerry’s support, you would have flown out of there a lot sooner. But you couldn’t leave him now, not when you’re both onto something.

“Jerry!” you smile for the first time in what feels like forever. “I’m so glad to see you!”

Although you smile, his face is grave and his lips are turned downward.

“I’m not…in trouble am I? You seem upset…” you say but he shakes his head.

“No, nothing like that. But I do have some information for you. It’s important.”

Your eyebrows shoot up and you nod.

“What’s this about? Did you figure out why he fled Holland?”

You both sit on the couch, your attention pulled directly to him. The last time you talked, you were both trying to uncover why the Colonel left Holland, where he’s apparently really from.

“No, this information is of a much more…personal nature.”

“Oh?”

“I found out where your money’s going. Or not going, that is,” he says.

“That’s great! What did you find out?”

“I was right. The Colonel’s been blocking your payments. Apparently, according to my sources, he doesn’t find your position necessary so he’s been stopping the payments that were supposed to go through to pay off your debts.”

“Why am I not surprised. But I don’t understand; Elvis still gifts me things all the time, expensive things. Besides, he said he’d take care of my debts. He ensured me he'd handle it. Why hasn't he?”

“Not sure. My guess? Elvis brought it up to the Colonel, who lied to him and told him your debts were being taken care of. The Colonel can’t stop him from buying you objects because those come out of his own pocket and once they’re purchased, that money is gone. But from the looks of it, he’s doing everything he can to stop the payments from going through. I took care of it in the meantime, but I’m not sure how much more I can help you with it."

You nod, squinting your eyes in displeasure. Just one more reason for you to despise that humpty-dumpty looking man. He doesn’t approve of you…or your role. You scoff and shake your head.

“He doesn’t approve of my role,” you repeat. “When he’s the one taking fucking 50% of Elvis’ earnings and gambling it all away like a bastard. I wanna get him more than ever, Jerry.”

Jerry smiles mischievously and nods.

“Good. Me too. I have an idea. I’m not sure that it’ll make a difference but maybe we can try it?”

“Sure. Anything to take this motherfucker down. What’d you have in mind?”

“I was thinking that you could just bring it up to Elvis. I have a few documents here,” he pulls out a folder from behind him that you hadn’t even realized he was carrying. He hands it over to you and you flip through the pages. “These are all official, authorized documents of bills, receipts, transactions, everything that I could find to show that the Colonel is a fraud, a liar, and a criminal. I’ve tried to find the time to talk to Elvis, but he’s so busy nowadays and I think the Colonel may have an inkling of what we’re doing. I think he’s trying to keep Elvis away from me and maybe even from you. Not to mention that Elvis hasn’t been himself recently. Even if we were to reach him, I’m not sure that he’d hear us or care.”

“Yeah, I’m…not sure that will work. I haven’t seen Elvis in almost a week and the last time we saw each other, things weren’t going very well. I sort of stormed out on him.”

Your mind plays again through the events of your most recent night with Elvis and you shudder.

“Well, I’ve noticed he has a soft spot for you so maybe you could just try? I know it might not the best or most effective plan but I think it could work. It’s our best shot until we can figure out something else to do. Don’t think I forgot what you did for us all during the ‘68 special with ‘If I Can Dream.’”

Your eyes widen. You’ve completely forgotten about all of that. It all feels so long ago now. You nod, closing the folder and sticking out your palm. Jerry shoots you a confused expression but takes your hand anyway. You shake it vigorously.

“Mission accepted. I’ll go after dinner. He’s usually more amenable at night when he’s tired.”

And so you do just that.

After a small dinner for which you have absolutely no appetite whatsoever, you grab the file folder and press it close to your chest as you make your way upstairs. You don’t bother to change or get dolled up. You have no intention of using your looks or influence on him to persuade him to look at the documents. To be honest, you’re too tired and uninterested. Plus, you’re not even sure it would work. He doesn’t seem to be that impressed with you anymore. Your novelty must have worn off, just as his has for you.

You pause outside the door and take a deep breath, reminding yourself to be patient with him, especially if he seems out of it or incredibly high on whatever drug cocktail he’s taken today. As you pause, you suddenly hear voices inside, Elvis’ and a woman’s. You listen for a moment, not recognizing the voice as Priscilla’s this time. Shaking your head, you twist the nob but find it locked. Huffing, you raise your fingers to knock on the door.

When no one answers after a few minutes, you reach into your pocket and pull out your key. You twist it into the lock and open the door, stepping into the room. Before you even have a chance to call his name, something whizzes past your body and smashes into the glass screen of one of his televisions. You scream and drop the folder, reaching your arms up to cover your head as several more shots are fired.

Silence settles and with shaky breathing and a vibrating body, you remove your hands and glance over to see Elvis stumbling around in his robe with a confused expression on his face, wielding one of his prized pistols. You look back over your shoulder to see that he’s blown out every single one of his televisions. Glass is shattered everywhere on the floor and although you don’t feel any pain, you check your body just to make sure. As far as you can tell, you’re uninjured. You turn back to Elvis, a furious look on your face.

“Oh, hey princess,” he slurs, sticking the gun into the belt of his robe. “Whatcha doin up ‘ere?”

Your eyes flick to the left when they detect movement and your face only grows angrier when you see a tall, skinny woman in her underwear and a bra clutching onto the covers. You at her with unwavering rage.

“Get out,” you say through gritted teeth.

You momentarily feel guilty as you watch the terrified girl grab onto her clothing and scurry out of the room, her eyes wide and face horrified. But when your gaze returns to Elvis, you’re filled with a wrath that you didn’t even know you had.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” you hiss. “You could have shot me!”

“Nah, baby I thought you was an intruder that’s all…” he approaches you as if to wrap his arms around you. You swat his arms away and step backward.

“No. Don’t you dare touch me right now. How could you be this reckless? This careless? You could have shot and killed that poor girl, whoever she is. You could have shot and killed yourself! The glass from the TVs could have hurt someone. This isn’t a fucking toy!”

You lunge forward and pull the gun from his belt. After you did it, you realize that you probably shouldn’t have. What little you know about gun safety tells you that was maybe a bad idea but you already feel safer with the gun in your own hands.

“Hey, give that back to me. That’s mine,” he says angrily, pointing at his own chest.

“No. You’re in no state to be wielding a loaded weapon with actual bullets in it. How fucking high are you?” you ask.

You grab onto his chin harshly and tilt his head toward the light so you can see his pupils. He pulls away harshly but not before you get a decent enough glance to see that they’re incredibly dilated. A few moments of silence pass as Elvis stumbles backward and falls onto the bed, his head flopping down uncontrollably. As he sits there, leaning to the side like a dehydrated flower, you feel pity.

“Mr. Presley,” you say more softly now, making your way over to sit next to him. “What’s wrong? Why won’t you talk to me? You used to tell me when things were wrong and I used to help. You’re not well. You need to rest, take a few weeks, get better. You can’t keep going on like this.”

“What the fuck do you know? You don’t know anything bout me. I’m fine,” he lifts his head. His glazed-over eyes look unforgiving and cold in a way that proves to you just how sick he is. They look faded, almost grey.

“No. You’re. Not. People who are fine don’t shoot guns at their television sets. They don’t destroy their own property, do drugs twenty-four seven, cheat on their spouses. You’re sick and you need help.”

You reach out to touch his arm but he jerks away and stands up, stepping away from you and back over to the spot in his bedroom where he keeps all of his guns. His collection.

“Why don’t you just stay outta my fuckin business. I don’t pay ya to ask me how I’m doin. I pay ya to suck my dick and shut up.”

It takes everything in you not to slap the shit out of him right there. Your body is filled with rage. Your teeth clench and your fingers curl into fists.

“Fine. If this is how you wanna be, then I’ll go.”

Elvis laughs, almost sadistically, as you get up from your seat and start toward the door.

“Don’t be so fuckin dramatic, princess. Why can’t you stay? What the hell’s wrong with what I given you? Don’t act like you don’t like it. I know it gets you off to give me pleasure.”

“Don’t you dare! Don’t you act like I’m being ungrateful! Do you even know what I’ve done for you, what I’ve given up, what I’ve sacrificed? I have no friends and no social life. You drove them all away. Did you know that I was seeing someone? Max, the stagehand. You remember him, don’t you? I liked him, Elvis. Really liked him and now I never get to know what could have been between us because you scared him shitless. Because you’re so fucking possessive, I-”

“Possessive? I’m possessive! You’re the one who got into it with my wife. More than once, I might add. But, no, I’m the possessive one.”

“You gave me a fucking collar! I’m not a dog!”

“Nah, but y’are a bitch,” he replies without missing a beat.

You respond, too, without missing a second. But your reply doesn’t involve words. Instead, it’s your open palm flying through the air and connecting with his cheek. The air is silent after the loud and harsh clap that sounds when you’ve slapped his face. Your chest is heaving and you’re breathing with so much rage that you can hear your breath when it leaves your body. His face remains frozen in the place where you’ve slapped him, his eyes closed tightly together and his chest heaving angrily.

“Fuck. You. I sold that necklace,” you hiss at him. “You wanna know why? I sold it to pay my bills, my debts. The ones you promised you’d pay. Remember when you told me you’d take care of it? When you told me not to worry about anything? When you pursued me without my consent and continued to do so even after I’d rejected your proposal? When you humiliated me in front of everyone, on multiple occasions? People I didn’t even know. On days when I didn’t want to suck your dick, when I didn’t want to be violated by you but I put that aside for your benefit? When I dropped everything, my entire life, to move out here to make you happy?”

“You lucky I paid you anything, specially considerin your attitude lately. Ungrateful brat.”

You scoff and shake your head. He says nothing but lifts his gaze, tilting his chin so that he’s looking down his nose at you. His face is scrunched up in an expression of disgust. You nod at his silence. As you step backward, your heel catches on one of the pieces of paper that you dropped. You laugh angrily and lean down to pick up the scattered contents. Most of the paper is still inside the flaps but several have fallen out. You hold it up and shake it.

“I used to think if I only had more money, all my problems would be solved. Money can’t fix everything, apparently. They’re right what they say, that money doesn’t buy happiness. Because I’ve never been more unhappy in my life.”

He shakes his head dismissively and clenches his jaw as he stares down at you.

“I was coming up here to help you. To tell you that the Colonel is bad news. That Jerry and I have been working on uncovering exactly what he does, how he does it, and how it’s hurting you. And the fact that my bills aren’t being paid because the Colonel’s making sure the payments don’t go through. And the fact that the Colonel takes 50% of your earnings,” his head snaps up when you say it, confusion flooding his face. “Yeah, that’s right. I’ve seen the receipts; I know about that.”

“And what the hell do you expect me to do bout it?” Elvis asks, throwing his hands up.

You clench your jaw and then throw the folder at him. It smacks into his chest and he stumbles back as the remaining papers go flying out of it. You tangle your fingers into your scalp and scream angrily before turning back to him.

“Fire him! Get rid of him! Why are you so indebted to this man? All he’s done is betray you and use you and abuse you? God, everything about you is backward. You’re an heartless bastard to the people who care about you and an absolute angel, a slave, to people who’ve done you nothing but wrong!”

“God damnit! Why do you even care so much bout me? We barely know each other! You ain’t got no obligation to care about me! You’re usin me just like everybody else does! I’m just a way for you to pay your bills, ain’t that right?”

“No!” you scream.

“No? Then what the hell am I to you? Why do ya care so much?”

“Because I love you, Elvis!” you shout and immediately falter.

You feel like your entire body is about to drop to the ground, your legs turning into noodles. Your heart slams against your chest and you drop your gaze, shame and embarrassment flooding through you. You wait, agonizing through the silence that follows your confession. When he doesn’t respond, you glimpse up at him. Although his sea-blue eyes are still glazed over, you can see that he’s finally focused on you, aware enough to recognize you. You guess your confession snapped him out of his drug-induced coma.

“I don’t…”

“Of course not. I don’t expect you to say it back,” you finally whisper. “I’m sure a million women say that exact thing to you every single day. Why should you care? You get your happily ever after anyway. You’re already married with a wife who still loves you, despite everything that you’ve put her through, all that you’ve done to her. You have a beautiful, wonderful daughter who’s gonna grow up to be such a lovely person. You’re not in this relationship for love, you have plenty of that. You don’t need it. You were only here for sex. The whole time I was just something to fuck, an object. I knew that when I agreed to this. I should have remembered it better.”

Your voice cracks as the reality of your unhappiness begins to settle.

You used to feel like the trap you were caught in was a privilege, a lust-filled dream that would only tease you and then indulge you eventually when it was ready. Now, you realize it was a prison. And you were being tortured every step of the way. You give him one chance to say something to make you stay, mostly deluding yourself into an extra moment of longing and hoping that he will. Not unsurprisingly, he doesn’t and silence envelops you in her wings, shutting you off from him forever. You nod resolutely and turn to leave.

“Y/N,” he says, lunging to grab onto your wrist.

Your heart shakes in your chest. He never uses your name, always calls you princess or doll or sugar. But never by your name. It feels too intimate, too personal now. It makes you think for one moment that he might actually love you in some small way. But you’re smarter than that. You shake yourself away from him and glance over your shoulder. You feel emotion rising in your chest, the tips of your fingers aching with sadness. You are powerless to stop the tears that quickly rise into your eyes.

“I can’t keep waiting for you to get better,” you say through the tears that are streaming down your face. You feel your face screw up and look away from him. “I can’t.”

You want nothing more than to run to him and touch his warm skin, kiss him all over, pull him close to you. But when you glance over your shoulder and meet his glassy eyes for the last time, you realize that this isn’t the man you want. You want the one who makes you laugh, whose eyes twinkle, whose humor is off the rails and unhinged. You want the man who bought you the most obscure record that you passingly mentioned one time. You want Elvis, not ELVIS. But you’re not even sure who either of those men are anymore.

You take a deep breath and turn, walking away from the man you love with all your heart.

When you step back into your room, you immediately go to the phone and dial in the very familiar number. After waiting for the ring, you hear the most beautiful voice you’ve ever heard in your life.

“Hello?”

“Hi Trixie.”

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[qof-diamonds]

This part of the lore Is inspired by the song "Ulisse" (Ulysses) by LowLow

CHAPTER 0.5 side story (BORDERLANDS, 5TH DAY,PHASE ONE) "Ulysses"

After playing in the 7 of Diamonds (which was pretty traumatic but setting that aside) Karma found herself to be quite angry. Well that's what she thought at least,She didn't know why she was angry or if it really was anger but she knew she had to take it out on someone — She didn't care who or when.

Soon enough she found herself grabbing a revolver from a counter in one of the previous venues where the bodies of the deceased still rested on the ground,She didn't mind them at all. What game was It? A ♡︎ game surely, probably having to do with Russian roulette.

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She didn't know how she managed to end up near @diamond-attorney-keiichi in the first place,let alone how She was pointing a gun at his head.

"You are my slave now, obey or I will shoot. If you reply again Your head will fly off and I'll do the fucking Van Basten overhead kick."

The mask covering her face couldn't hide the pure thrill in her voice, She didn't seem hesitant or scared — she knew how to shoot and she knew how to manage a gun (I chose evil because good was trivial God gave me a gun that was easy to handle now what I'll Say May sound indelicate: Maybe some people have to pay for it or Maybe I'm Just not afraid to shoot? And it probably won't do any good I understand it I consider myself intelligent).

She spoke as the gun basically rested on Kuzuryū's forehead, her hands completely firm. — She wasn't shaking as previously specified. She said:

"Do you want to know why people don't have more ideas? It's because they want it that way And you know what's funny? It's just that I'm talking about them, the question is "who is 'them'? Why am I here? To experience violence on your skin,and this is just an act of intellectual freedom. 'Freedom' is telling people what they don't want to hear."

She laughed out loud — a humorless and forced laugh, she didn't really understand what laughing meant but it sounded fitting to the situation — but quickly stopped as a girl spoke up "What are you even doing?". Karma turned around facing her,

"I am the last person you will see in your life Unless you get face down like a good doggy,And it will all be as quick and painless as a quickie— if someone thinks he is a hero or jedi knight I'll make him crawl all his life like a centipede,alright?! Be good little dogs, and nothing'll happen. You are obedient now you damn bastards huh? You are so lucky,they dont pay me to do this"

She shot her leg making her fall to her knees once again,then looked at keiichi, and in all honesty gave him a Pat on the shoulder,

"And before entering, I called the guards I have to do everything myself, even a shooting? And you know that Andy Warhol? Fifteen minutes and we'll pass on to history!"

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(Credit to nocturnalcarmen for the gif)

[lorei-writes]

HC: Warlords reacting to pornbot seige

Day 84 of pornbot on users violence...

Author chose not to include content warnings. Reader discretion advised.

Nobunaga

He treats them as his new (hot) underlings.

At the same time he doesn't trust any of them.

For all everybody knows, he may have actually taken over the pornbot army. Each army needs a general, after all, and perhaps he has added conquering Tumblr to the list of his life aspirations.

Mitsuhide

He is one of the people the public accusses of buying bots. He has not bought a single bot of any type up to date.

Doesn't refuse any allegations. Some people start to wonder whether he's not a bot. Mitsuhide bot.

He has found a person behind the siege and is now planning to take them down.

Hideyoshi

He has joined the moderation team.

At first he thought it was just a surge in the number of indecent, indecent women. Don't they know that all men are wolves?

He hasn't slept in three days. Coffee doesn't work anymore. He's been clicking block button non-stop, but it doesn't seem to be enough.

Mitsunari

He clicked on the link in their bio and was never to be seen again.

That being said, it was Ieyasu's PC he was using at the time.

Could Ieyasu have something to do with that disappearance? Who knows...

Ieyasu

He hardly uses Tumblr, so he doesn't mind. He doesn't post either way, what can they do to him? Invite him for a steamy steamy night? Please, he's not stupid, he won't click into any links... Oh.

He disappeared for a while soon after he caught Mitsunari using his PC to browse Tumblr.

Claims that red splashes over his haori are just hot sauce.

Masamune

He doesn't bother to block them.

He doesn't have any strong opinions on the bots themselves. However, he does have a certain opinion about the person who bought them...

Mitsuhide wants them to go on a trip together? To a residential area? And he's supposed to take his swords? Hell yeah, finally something interesting is happening.

Keiji

He is a pornbot.

He became one with the bots to better inflitrate their ranks. Unexpected side effect : every person he follows blocks him immediatelly.

He will write a song about the lonely existence of a pornbot.

Kenshin

Stabbed his PC and now needs to have his display replaced.

Shingen

Ladies? No Ladies.

He can't believe it, but he's joining Oda Forces in their battle against pornbots. Ugh, as if the situation wasn't bad enough already.

For some reason, he seems to be attracting the bots more than anybody else. Also, WHO dares spam the carpentry tag with some instagram stuff? He must have a word with them...

Yukimura

Wanted to click into the link. Was stopped by a shuriken flying right in front of his nose.

He doesn't get all this technology stuff all that well, so he sticks to using just his phone. If he needs to use the PC, he'll just ask Sasuke for a favour.

It was Sasuke's PC he was using then.

Sasuke

He's immune.

He's seen it hundred of times.

Report, block, move on. He won't fall for it. His PC is safe... Oh, Yukimura, for fucks sake...

Yoshimoto

They disturbe his peace. Pornbots are really #notaesthetic.

How is he supposed to browse #art if damn bots are spamming it with links?

Report, block, report, block, report, block. He hasn't slept for three days. He's a new member of the moderation team.

Kennyo

He abandoned Tumblr the moment people started spamming cottagecore tag with non-cottagecore things. He leads a happy life somewhere.

Motonari

Imprisoned for attempted murder with use of... A cannon.

He sails the water of the 'net. He is no stranger to piracy and such. But the bastard behind the bot army... They swam into his waters...

Worked together with Masamune and Mitsuhide. Was the only one captured. Broke out of prison within a week. With a use of a cannon. The fact that his cell was on the third floor did not stop him from jumping out of the hole created in the wall. He's a wanted fugitive now.

[lemonluwrites]

I am not a Tarsier! - Duality fanfic

This is my entry to the fanfic contest! I hope others as well could find enjoyment in my work also minors DNI my content is not suited for you

this whole fanfic is based on an ask I sent to the creator @dualityvn​ on anon (yes the jig is up it was me all along) this fanfic took me longer then excepted due to certain stuff happening in my life so I’m super happy I was able to get it out on time! I’m also happy to introduce my OC Chase! He’s my little blorbo

I apologize is some things don’t make sense I wrote this in the span of two weeks late at night while sleep deprived

also update on My One And Only (Is You) part two is still being written I have half of it typed up and a few familiar faces will appear 😉

now on to the fanfic:

Songs used to help write this fanfic (in no particular order) - I NEVER EXISTED By Chase Atlantic | Outrunning Karma By Alec Benjamin | Anti-Hero By Taylor Swift | Nonsense By Sabrina Carpenter

Content Warning - Sexual themes (nothing to graphic) | Mention Of Suicide | Mentions Of Drug Use and Overdose | Cheating | Violence (If I miss anything let me know)

Word count - 6415

Everyone was heading home as news of heavy rain caused a slight panic around the office. Chase guesses it was due to some of their work clothes being expensive or rental. He didn’t really have to worry about that as his suit was a hand-me-down a parting gift to be exact, but he still wouldn’t like to get wet as he remembers his siblings lightly teasing him about how he looked like a cartoon cat when ever it got wet. Fur all lobbed down, miserable and angry looking. Come to think of it, his siblings weren’t the first ones to make the connection his friends also joked about it as well this eventually earned him the nickname Tomcat although that was only partly why they chose that nickname the other part was because of his promiscuous nature.

But that was the old him.

As he was clocking out, one of his co-worker Jacob, had invited him to a club somewhat near the office building. Chase, tired of being cooped up in his apartment, reluctantly agreed although a part of him felt like he didn’t deserve to go out and let loose it almost felt selfish but before Chase could change his mind Jacob was already gone, he sighed as he went to retrieve his umbrella only to realize it was gone great someone must have taken it bastards; He thought bitterly. He looked out the window and saw it had yet started pouring

If I’m quick enough, I think I could make it home, Chase thought before making the ultimate confirmation and racing out the building as he jogged home what started out as small droplets of water slowly turned in to full blow rain storm

”Shit, Shit, Shit fuck me”

Quickly, he used his blazer as some form of umbrella, but that proved to be pointless as his blazer was soaked in a matter of seconds. He knew this was his own fault for thinking he could jog all the way home instead of being a sensible person and calling a taxi but he wasn’t know to be the brightest of the bulbs as a matter of fact he was sure all that drugs probably damaged his brain.

Before Chase could be sucked deeper into his self-loathing thoughts, he noticed a flower shop up ahead, the open sign staring at him dead in the face. Quickly, Chase rushed inside. The sweet smell of flowers hit him, reminding him of a certain perfume his mother always wears. It’s almost nostalgic. At the front of the shop Chase hears a chuckling he turns to see a blonde with a green apron behind the register. The blond quickly covers his mouth as a delicate shade of pink spreads across their face upon noticing they have been caught. Chase guesses he must have looked upset as the blonde quickly tried to backpedal

”Sorry, I wasn’t laughing at you. It’s just you look like a wet cat and-”

Clearly struggling with some form of excuse, Chase decided to help the guy out, knowing he didn’t mean any offence with the comparison as a matter of fact it left a warm feeling in his stomach he was sure it was because of being reminded of his siblings by the comment

”No, no, you're fine it’s.. Not the first time I’ve been told that, actually”

The blonde looked almost relieved to hear that he glanced at the shop’s windows. Noticing the heavy pour of rain, he turns back to Chase, giving the other a shy smile.

”Pretty bad weather today, huh?”

Chase tried to dry his hair but saw no use as it was pretty soaked along with his clothes. It clung to his skin almost like a second layer. Yeah, he is going to need a shower when he gets home. The shop itself was a little cold, probably due to certain plants and flowers needing the cool temperature. Besides the flowery smell, the whole place had a nice earthy feel to it. He enjoyed it.

’Hmm? Oh yeah… sorry if I just barged in here, I was looking for shelter… You know, for the rain.'“

God, how pathetic he used to be more sociable than that. Now he can’t even talk his way out of a paper bag. Maybe the drugs really did ruin his brain

”It’s really no trouble. Feel free to look around while you’re here.”

The blond smiled in a way that didn’t reach his eyes typical customer service move. Chase can’t really blame the blond as Chase felt the other’s pain having worked in customer service himself. He knew the struggle of always having to put up a front. Chase carefully stepped off the black mat by the door, feeling a tad bit guilty for leaving water on the floor as he walked around, knowing the poor guy probably had to clean it up. He scanned the rows of plants and colorful flowers, unaware of how many flowers and plants there are. Reaching the front of the store, he pretended to be interested in a certain plant as he glanced at the blond. Now that he was much closer to the blond, he couldn’t help but think the other was cute, especially his eyes. He couldn’t help but be reminded of a tarsier one he had encountered as a child because of a neighbor at the time owning (illegal) exotic animals.

The blond must have noticed his staring because they made direct eye contact. Chase quickly whipped his head back at the plant in front of him, feeling his face warm and embarrassed to be caught staring. He moved away from the register, trying to put as much distance as he can hopefully to save himself from an even more awkward situation.

Chase sighed as he stared at the long row of flowers and succulents. He doesn’t really know much about flowers, but he remembers his mother loved them and if she loved them, dad loved them too every day without fail, they would both be out in the backyard tending to mom’s garden sometimes even lazing it out on the grass like if they were a young couple again then whenever they returned from outside they always smelled that earthy smell that Chased loved so much. But when his mother grew depressed, over the coming years slowly but surely, she became a shall of her former self. She had no energy to take care of her garden or herself. It was almost like a representation of her mental state. As her garden died, she did too. After she passed, Chase tried to care for her garden, but nothing he did ever brought back the little flowers to life.

Maybe… he could try again. Maybe if he starts small and work his way up, he could have a little garden too and make his mom proud. Plus, it could really bring out some color to his monochrome apartment.

”Hey Um…”

Chase walked back to the register, more determined than ever after all, once he sets his mind to something it was hard to stop him. He leaned in close to the blond trying to read his name tag.

”Keith. I might get a potted plant, but I’m not sure what to pick. Have you got any recommendations? Maybe something that won’t die easily.”

Keith’s entire face light up as he nods exponentially

”Of course! A few good options would be succulents such as aloe vera. Peace lilies are also nice if you want something less spiky. and spider plants are also another popular option for beginners”

Chase was a tad bit overwhelmed by the suggestions as he watched Keith point at each plant at rapid speed, assigning each name to the respected plant, detailing on how to care for them. Chase found new respect for his mother and Keith at that very moment. It’s honestly amazing how much they knew about plant life.

”I’ll get the spider plant. I could hang it up by the living room window.”

Keith happily nods, moving a stool ladder as he climbs up gingerly to reach for the hanging plant. Chase watches Keith’s form, his eyes trailing the other’s body specifically his rear as inappropriate thoughts enter his head. He’s snapped out of his stupor, mentally scolding himself for being a creep. He quickly whipped around at the sound of metal scrapping the floor. Chase quickly rushed and caught Keith by the waist before he could fall, helping the other steady himself.

”Are you ok?”

A light blush appeared on Keith’s face. As he faced down, Chase followed the other’s gaze. Noticing he was still holding on to him, he quickly released Keith, almost as if he was burned. Now it was his turn to blush. What is happening to him? He had never been so flustered by someone before. As a matter of fact, He’s the one always making people flustered. He has no idea why this guy is making him lose his cool. Maybe Chase is just tired, and he hasn’t gotten laid in forever, or maybe Keith reminds him of someone.

Keith carefully steps down the stool ladder with the help of Chase holding the potted plant for dear life, almost as if the small succulent was way more important than his well being

”Thank you for saving me”

Chase rubbed the back of his neck, looking anywhere else besides Keith

”It’s no problem, really”

They both walked back to the register as Keith scans the small, plant he looks away for a, moment almost contemplating something

”Have you had trouble taking care of other plants before? I can give you tips on other species too, if you like.”

”Yeah, a bit. My mom actually had an extensive garden, when I was young”

”Oh really? That must have been lovely! What kind of garden was it?”

”Ah, I think it was a flower and vegetable garden, but she sadly got sick and couldn’t care for it. My siblings were too young, so it fell on to me. I ended up killing most of them by over watering them BUT I want to try again to show my mom I have a green thumb as well, so if this plant is a success, I’ll come back for more.”

By the time Chase was done paying for his new green child, the rain had subsided. Keith carefully hands Chase the plant. He gingerly takes it, not wanting to drop it as he turns about to leave. Chase looks back at Keith, knowing he should just shoot his shot. After all, he has nothing left to lose.

”Hey, I know this is kinda out of the blue and don’t feel pressure to agree or anything, but do you want to grab a bite to eat sometime maybe as like a date”

God, why did he feel so awkward? It’s not like this is the first time he has asked someone on a date. Come to think of it, he has never had a serious relationship. They have always been flings and one-night stands, sometimes friend with benefits, never anything concrete. Maybe that’s why he felt nervous because technically he never went on a date well unless you could count the bedroom as a date.

Keith’s entire face went red, making the blond look adorable

”Oh, hehe, I’m flattered! But I already have a girlfriend. I’m sorry”

Chase chuckled, smiling warmly at the other. He waved his hand reassuringly as part of him felt disappointed, but still there was nothing he could do in a way he was glad he asked either way.

”it’s fine don’t worry about. Thanks for the recommendation. Have a good day”

She must be a lucky girl, Chase thought briefly. Even though there would be no romantic outcome, he hoped Keith would be a friend, at least.

Keith returned the smile as he waved goodbye. Chase stepped out of the flower shop, he sighed before making his way back to his apartment. Upon arriving, he quickly hanged up the spider plant by his living room window, stepping back to admire it. It looked nice; he thought before, quickly checking the soil to see if his new baby needed water. Once he made sure it did not, he stepped into his bedroom and headed straight for the connecting bathroom to take a much needed warm shower. He would have to text Jacob after saying he can’t make it to the club with him.

Once done showering, he looked for his phone, grateful the rain did not damage it and sent a quick text to Jacob, letting him know he wouldn’t make it Jacob replied with a sad face asking maybe next time next time. Chase contemplated for a moment before sending a quick yeah next time for sure.

Chase plopped down on the bed, feeling exhausted. He thought back to Keith, remembering about how his face light up with excitement, his eyes widening with joy as he talked so passionately about each plant. Chase laughed quietly to himself as he was once again reminded of a tarsier… and his mother. Keith is like her, in a way. To their knowledge of flowers and plants right down to their sweet nature, still there was something about Keith that felt different. Chase just couldn’t place his finger on what it was. He rolled to his side facing his bedroom window, watching as the street light come on. Not bothering to cover himself, he drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, before leaving for work, Chase checked on his spider plant soil, still wet. Not time to water it yet.

”Please don’t die on me buddy, it would break my heart”

Chase lightly petted his plant before leaving. On his way to work, he passed by the flower shop. He peeked at the window to wave hello to Keith, but he saw Keith wasn’t there. Huh, maybe he has the night shift?

Not thinking much of it, he continued on his way to work

As soon as he entered the building, Jacob bombarded him with questions about why he couldn’t make it. Chase confirmed he had gotten caught in the rain and just wasn’t in the mood anymore. He had conveniently left out the part about meeting Keith, which he knew if added he would just be teased (the guy is worse than his siblings he swears he is not sure if that is a good thing or bad) he thought it would be the end of the conversation and they would resume their work but Jacob was insisted they go out together and hang out if Chase didn’t know better he would have assumed Jacob wanted to sleep with him but Chase did know better Jacob was just a friendly guy nothing more nothing less at least he hopes so besides maybe this was a way to get back in to the grove of things and finally get laid maybe he could finally have his old life back before the drugs before the betrayal

Who the fuck is he kidding? He was a bastard back then sleeping with who every would have him and breaking hearts without a care. More often than not, he was the other man breaking up marriages and relationships.

It was just easier for him that way, much better to use sex as a way to cover his fear of being the one heartbroken and abandon leave them first before they leave you, right? But Chase knows it was just a bandaid for the real problem. Then the drugs got introduce he was in his last year of college when he went home for vacation to see his parents everything had seemed fine his mother seemed fine it’s when he left just a town away when he got the call his mother ha taken her own life that was the moment he was gone that was the moment a part of his died

The drugs only made things worse he would only get temporary bliss before he was at it again looking for his next fixed his collage had dropped him not wanting to ruin their reputation he distance himself from his friends and family looking back on that he was selfish he should have been there for his siblings but instead he was off getting high somewhere

The thing that woke him up that snapped him back to reality was when he overdosed that moment when he staring at the ceiling of some stranger’s house feeling his heart beat hundred miles per second multiple thoughts came to his head one of them was his siblings god he didn’t want them to see their big brother like this never like this and how he never apologized to his friends for being an asshole there was just so many things he never got to do and he wasted it all on this and given a second chance he would do things differently he swears on it than everything went to black

He woke up in a hospital surrounded by his family and friends and then it was like something broke in him. He cried. It was like everything he was keeping inside finally came out: the hurt, the pain, the misery.

Since that day he started his recovery, it was a long and painful process. The withdraws were hell. Everything he ate, he threw up. It was hard for him to gain his appetite again. He also had to gain his weight back and, fuck he was always so damn cold it was hard for him to get warm.

He is thankful he wasn’t alone during those times. His best friend and siblings were there through every step of the way.

Eventually, he recovered. He had gone though eight months without a drop of drugs when he found out through his mother’s diary that his father had been cheating on her on and off with his current girlfriend and that was the reason for her depression and eventually why she took her own life. And his best friend knew about it and didn’t tell him about it. This man who he treated like a brother took him in when his own family neglected him, this man who he spent his entire childhood with whom he told his deepest secrets kept this from him. It was the final nail in the coffin. Chase won’t lie and say he almost relapsed, but instead he ended up packing his things and leaving his hometown and finding a job here.

He is not sure he could forgive his former friend. Maybe he just needs time away from everything.

Chase eventually made a promise to Jacob that he would join this time. That’s how he ended up not at a club as he had initially thought, but a bar, a nice one at that. Chase was sent to get a round of drinks for him and his other co-workers that had come along. Apparently, they all needed a night out when he was approached by a beautiful redhead. Her skin tight clothes and the swing of her hips caught Chase's attention rather quick. Almost instantly, the self loathing and doubt were gone. He felt like himself again, maybe too much like himself. What started out as casual conversation over a couple of drinks turned in to flirty banter and light touches, she then fluttered her eyelashes and asked in a sweet voice.

”You want to come back to my place? We could finish talking there”

”Lead the way, sweetheart”

Chase knew they weren’t going to be talking. He knew where this night was going. What was supposed to be a one-night fling turned in to a weekly meeting or whenever either of them was horny most of the time, it was usually after she was done with work hell sometimes it was even before work they had fucked once or twice at her jobs parking lot as a matter of fact that’s when he found out her name (Lorie) anything to release any pent up stress he didn’t mind being used and discarded as long as he wasn’t alone with his thoughts anymore

One his day off he had just finished showering when he received a text from Lorie asking if he wanted to come over Chase having nothing better to do said yes

”Good. Meet me at my place. I should be home in a couple of minutes. See you soon handsome”

Chase got dressed, grabbing the keys to his car, and drove over to her apartment. Her place was always the meetup. Chase just didn’t feel comfortable inviting her back to his apartment. She was just a booty call, anyway. He had decided long ago only those he was close to would step foot at his place. He didn’t want to risk being robbed… Again.

When he arrived, she was already waiting by the steps of her building. As soon as he stepped out of the car, she ran and wrapped her arms around him, giving him a kiss on the lips. He eagerly kissed her back, pulling away momentarily to give her a mischievous smirk.

”Wow, next thing I knew, you’ll get on one knee and propose.”

Lorie rolled her eyes and playfully smacked Chase's arm before wrapping her arms around Chase yet again

”What? Can’t I just miss you?”

Chase bobbed his head side to side, almost thinking about it when he already knew his answer

”Depends. What do you miss most about me? Is it my charm, my oh so good looks or-”

Chase leaned down and whispered in Lorie’s ear

”-Is it my tongue on your wet pussy.”

He kissed her neck as he slowly made it to her shoulder. A shiver ran through Lorie as she pulled Chase closer to her. A passing jogger caused them to pull apart a blush on Lories cheeks as Chase chuckled. She quickly took hold of Chase’s hand and lead him inside the building.

She fiddled with the keys before finally opening her door and pulling Chase inside before the door even closed Lorie had already jumped on Chase, wrapping her legs around him as they made out Chase carried Lorie to her room as he already knew the layout from being here so many times as he pushed the door to her bedroom open him and Lorie fell on the bed almost quickly shirts where being discarded to the side Chase was about to unbuckle his pants when he saw the bed shift he looked up and saw Keith staring at him Chase felt frozen in place as the realization slowly hit both of them

”Chase, what’s wrong?”

Lorie followed Chase's gaze. She let out a gasp as she pushed Chase off her. He tumbled to the ground as Lorie jumped from the bed and tried to cover herself.

”Keith, oh my god, I swear this isn’t what it looks like you were supposed to be at work, oh my god.”

Chase picked up his shirt from the floor, seeing as the mood was ruined now. He looked over at Lorie as she tried to frantically come up with an excuse. She eyed Chase, almost asking for help, but Chase simply raised an eyebrow at her, refusing to step in. Keith stood from the bed. He was heaving, his face twisted in to anger and pain.

”Keith babe, I swear to you this isn’t what you think he-he tried to take advantage of me. I’m-I’m so glad you're here.”

Chase sneered at her. How fucking dare she make him look like the bad guy and accuse him of something he didn’t do.

”Are you fucking serious Lorie?!”

Chase turned to Keith, his eyes softening. He tried to take a step towards Keith, but the other pulled away. Chase didn’t know why that hurt more than anything.

”That’s not true Keith. I have the text messages to prove it. Lorie is cheating on you. I’m sorry if I would have known I-”

Chase was cut off as a chill ran through his body something was… wrong with Keith his eyes looked off and his lips seem to stretch in to a squiggly line blue spots began to appeared on Keiths pale frame then he grinned teeth sharp as razers Chase takes a step back as Keith gets closer to Lorie Keiths eyes becoming fully purple

”You know, I had a suspicion you were messing around. I tried to tell Keith, but he wouldn’t listen, but I caught you in the act and now I’m pissed off”

Lorie took a step back, her body shaking. She seemed to be just as surprised as Chase was. This wasn’t Keith, this was… someone else.

”G-Get away from me!”

Lorie tried to run, but the other guy was faster. He pounced on top of Lorie’s back, pinning her to the ground. She let out a cry of pain as the other guy yanks on her hair.

”Rude little whores need to be punished.”

Before the guy could cause harm, Chase wrapped his arms around the guy’s middle and pulled him away from Lorie, the guy taken aback for a moment long enough to drag him out of the bedroom until he scratched at Chase's arms

”Gah! Keith, stop snap out of it!'“

Chase lost his grip on the guy as he was slammed to the ground with enough force to knock the air out of him. He let out a gasp as he tried to regain himself.

The guy takes a step forward, his eyes locked on Chase when he paused, a frown gracing his strange lips. He brings a hand to his head as a light groan escapes him.

”For fuck’s sake, not now!

He holds his head in his hands and digs at his hair. Chase watches in horror. He knows he should run get Lorie away but he just couldn’t look away. His appearance changes once again. His blue skin turns back to a rosy pale, his mouth changes shape forming back in to a normal human mouth and lastly his eyes they go back to looking like a tarsier. That’s when Chase knew his Keith was back.

”Keith? what the hell just happened!?”

Chase slowly rose from the ground, placing a hand on his back, feeling the pain of being slammed to the ground. Keith’s hands shook as he looked at Chase, his eyes on the brink of tears.

”I’m so sorry! This shouldn’t have happened. It’s all my fault. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I-”

Before Keith could finish, Lorie steps out of the bedroom, her face tear stain her hair a mess. She looks at Keith and Chase and says in a bitter voice,

”Both of you get out. I don’t want to see either of you”

Keith almost flinched at the words he opens his mouth to speak but is quickly shut down by Lorie, who raises a hand to stop him. dejected Keith walks to the door, but Chase stops him, pulling his arm and whispering in his ear,

”Wait for me outside. I’ll handle this”

Keith stares at Chase before nodding, leaving the two alone. Later, as night fell, Keith sat on the steps of the apartment building, the night air becoming colder. Chase eventually walks out. Keith quickly stands from the steps waiting with batted breath. The two men stare at each other before Chase sighs.

”I managed to convince her not to call the cops told her you had some double personality, although now she wants you to stay the hell away from her and never contact her again”

Keith looks down at his feet, nodding at Chase. He turns and sits back down the on steps, placing his face in his hands. Chase follows sitting next to Keith. He glances at the night sky, knowing he might regret his decision, but he can’t help but feel guilty even though he didn’t know Lorie was dating Keith, he is still responsible for this whole mess besides he wants to know what the hell happened why Keith suddenly turned in to the incredible hulk.

”Hungry?”

Startled, Keith looks at Chase, almost forgetting he was there. He probably assumed Chase had left.

”I- You want to have dinner with me even after everything?”

Chase shrugs, leaning back on the concrete steps. He kinda regrets doing that as pain shoots up his back. He lets out a small hiss as Keith looks on in worry.

”Well, it is my fault everything went to hell and aren’t I owed an explanation for why you went full hulk smash on me”

”Hulk smash? Oh, you mean Tenebris. I’m sorry about your back”

”So that’s his name. I was calling him by yours the whole time. My back will heal. I’ve been through worse shit"

”Yeah that probably upset him even more”

”Well, that’s good to know next time I get the shit knocked out of me”

Chase knew it was a poor attempt at humor when Keith grimace, his face still riddled with guilt. Chase hesitantly placed his hand on Keith’s shoulder, showing the other it really was ok that he knew the other didn’t mean to hurt him. Keith halfheartedly smiled before frowning once again. Chase stared back at the sky, wondering how he could fix this, if he could fix it. Maybe it was the big brother in him that wanted to solve everyone’s problems, or maybe it was just he didn’t like to see Keith upset. They sat there in silence. The only noise was the passing cars. Chase suddenly stood up, taking a couple of steps before he looked back at Keith and held out his hand.

”Are you coming or what?”

Keith stared at Chase like he had grown two heads, which was ironic. Keith‘s eyes trailed down to Chase’s hand before taking it. He gave Chase a shy smile.

”Where are we going?”

Chase smiled as they walked side by side, neither of them nothing to let the other’s hand go

”There's a little diner not too far from here heard the food was great from a co-worker”

The small diner came in to view. Upon entering the establishment, the whole place was styled 50s themed. Keith’s eyes widen as he looked around in amazement. Chase couldn’t help but chuckle as he was once again reminded of the cute little tarsier.

They found a booth by the jukebox machine. They seemed to be the only ones. Well, besides an old man who they both were sure was asleep and a college student cramming for her finals, judging by the way she looked like she was about to bawl. The lights were dimmed as the jukebox played a soft tune of instrumental acoustics, making the place oddly romantic. The server came to their table, pulling out two menus, then her notebook. Keith looked over at Chase, then back at the server's worried expression on his face. Chase knew what this must be about.

”It’s on me. Get whatever you want”

”I can’t ask that of you! I’ve already done too much-”

”Keith, it’s fine. I promise I’m offering”

””Are you sure?”

”One hundred percent”

Keith smiled softly as he turned to the server and placed his order. Chase just ordered fries and a milkshake as he has been craving that since he moved here. Another awkward silence fell on the both men until Keith broke it.

”He’s sorry”

”What?”

”Tenebris, he said he was sorry for hurting you”

”Oh blueberry guy”

Keith almost bursted out laughing but quickly covered his mouth

”Do not call him that to his face. He would get so angry”

”He deserves it for my back!”

”He said sorry!”

”Tell that to my back!”

They both stared at each other before laughing. This whole situation was ridicules Keith the boyfriend (Ex-boyfriend now) and Chase the other man having a romantic dinner together neither didn’t think they would be here. As their laughter died down, Keith stayed quiet before asking,

”Does it bother you?”

”Does what bother me?”

”Tenebris and… me”

”Ah… No, not really. What bothers me is he hurt me and tried to hurt someone else, no matter if they deserved it or not. That’s just not right”

”I know. He won’t do it again. I was so angry he just took over and I couldn’t control him. Thank you for helping me and convincing Lorie not to call the cops.”

”It’s no problem. I’m also to blame for this as well”

Keith lightly tilted his head to the side, the frown returning to his lips.

”Did… Did you know?”

Chase knew what Keith meant. Truth be told, he didn’t, but that raises another question for Chase he doesn’t like to think about. Would he have cared if he knew?

”No, I didn’t know she approached me at the bar three weeks ago and I didn’t think much of it”

”Would you have cared if you knew?”

Shit

Chase’s jaw tensed up. He looked down at his hands as his thumb rubbed the back of his hand. He was hoping Keith wouldn’t ask him that because he himself did not know the answer.

”I… I don’t know

”You don’t know?”

”No, I don’t… Truth be told, the old me would have not given a shit. I’ve broken up my fair share of relationships. I was an asshole”

”And now?”

”I want to believe I wouldn’t have, but deep down I know myself and the truth is I’m still that piece of shit asshole I was back then no matter how hard I try to be different hell a part of me wants the old me back god in a way it’s like I’m stuck I don’t know who I want to be”

Keith stayed quiet. He slowly reached his hands to Chase, rubbing his knuckles.

”I like this you”

”You don’t even know me”

”No, but we could change that and so far from the little I’ve seen of you, I like what I see”

Chase chuckled. A light blush appearing on his face as he looked at Keith gazing in the other’s eyes. He couldn’t help but be drawn to them. He cleared his throat, gently pulling his hands back.

”Ok, enough about me. My turn now. What’s the deal with you and Blue’s clues is it like a multiple personality thing or…?”

”No, it’s more complicated than that. He’s been with me since I was born. He’s like a separate entity”

”Like a demon?”

”What? no he’s not a demon”

”Do I need to break out the holy water and bible?”

”I’m not possessed!”

Chase laughed. He kind of liked to get Keith all railed up. If it meant he could see that little pout on the other’s face, it was worth it.

”Ok Ok Tarsier I believe you-”

”What is a tarsier?”

”What?”

”You called me Tarsier. What is that?”

Chase’s face went bright red. He hadn’t realized he called Keith tarsier by mistake. This was honestly the most embarrassing moment in his life and he has a lot of embarrassing moments but that was usually with family or friends. He rubbed the back of his neck, looking away from Keith before sighing and facing the blond again.

”You know those things in the tree that look like squirrels?”

Keith shook his head, confused about what Chase meant. He wasn’t sure how to explain the little creatures, but he would try to do them justice.

”Yeah! Tarsiers are haplorhine primates of the family, Tarsiidae. They are located Philippines, Malaysia, Indonesia, and Brunei. they have big beautiful eyes. Some people think they are creepy looking, but I always found them cute.”

Chase pulled out his phone and typed in to Google. He then turned his phone to show Keith. He made a face of disgust.

”You think I look like that?! They're ugly! And my eyes aren’t that big!”

”No! They're cute! You're just being bratty! And yes, they are!”

”You think that’s cute!? you could have said I looked like a penguin or something, not that!”

”Penguins are bastards and yes, I think they are cute! I’m just trying to say I you're cute and I love your eyes!”

Chase caught himself and once again he was turning red. He looked away. Mentally cursing himself. He glanced at Keith, who, despite having the same blush on his face he had a sly smirk.

”You think I’m cute?”

”Ok yes, I think you're cute… Just like a tarsier”

”OH MY GOD”

They both laughed. Keith tilted his head back as tears fell from his eyes from laughing so hard. Chase couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face. It’s been a while since he has laughed this hard with someone. He likes this. The server came with their food, causing them both to cover their laughter and smiles, but as soon as they left, their eyes locked on each other, Keith reached for Chase's hand, as both interlocked their fingers.

They walked out of the diner, stomachs full and holding hands. Chase walked Keith back to his apartment.

”This is me. Thank you for tonight. I really needed”

”It’s no problem. I also kind of needed it”

”I’m glad I could help… Well I should go uhm, I’ll see you around?”

”Uh yeah, I’ll see you around”

Keith seemed to deject. As he turned to walk to his apartment, Chase turned to leave, but stopped in his tracks. He took a deep breath and turned back to Keith.

”Hey Keith”

Keith instantly perked up as he turned to look at Chase.

”Yes?”

”What time do you get off work tomorrow?”

”at 12 why?”

Chase walked closer to Keith, now standing inches apart

”Do you want to go out with me? Only if you want too, of course”

Keith beamed. He smiled so wide Chase thought the other’s face would hurt.

”Yes!”

Keith blurted out happily before lowering his voice again. A blush appeared lightly dusting his cheeks as an embarrassed chuckle escapes his lips.

”I-I mean Sure”

”Great, I’ll pick you up after work then”

Chase leaned down and kissed Keith’s cheeks and whispered in his ear,

”I can’t wait. I’ll see you tomorrow, my tarsier”

Chase pulled away as he walked backwards before turning around, taking off only for him to hear

”I AM NOT A TARSIER!”

Chase laughed as he headed home. He honestly couldn’t wait to see Keith again.

[bloodyknucklesandbleedinghearts]

Failure Isn’t An Option

Warnings: descriptions of violence, yandere behaviour, stalking, implied noncon

“I don’t think you understand what I just said,” I placed my hands on my hips, “I said I don’t want to do this.”

“I’m not asking.” Hisoka licked his lips, clearly enjoying the experience.

“I don’t understand why you don’t just kill her at this point,” a man with long black hair stood next to Hisoka, “she’s rather disobedient.”

“That’s the fun of it,” Hisoka’s grin widened, “the more they push back, the better it feels when you finally break them.”

“You won’t break me.” I spat. “This is destined to fail.”

“Failure isn’t an option, especially not when it comes to you, darling.”

Hisoka crossed the room and grabbed my shoulders, turning me around so my back was against his chest. I wasn’t fast enough to keep him away from me, he was inhumanly quick.

He ran his hands over my curves, admiring the shape of my body.

“Hisoka, you bastard!” Somebody else with black hair shouted. “You missed the meeting!”

With the temporary distraction, Hisoka’s grip was loosened, and I was able to pry his hands off of me and escape.

I was about seven blocks away when my friend Iris called me, asking me if I wanted to go out and get hammered. I wanted to decline the offer, but after considering the day I’d had, I accepted and set off towards the bar.

I was about five shots in when I began to feel a buzz.

“We doin’ more?” My friend Iris asked, smiling at me. Knowing her, she wasn’t even close to feeling anything.

“I wanna get shitfaced, we better be doing more!” Katie said excitedly.

“How many more drinks until you do karaoke?” Iris asked me.

“At least three.” I shrugged.

“Hey, can we get three rounds?” Iris asked the bartender. He was visibly shaken by her energetic demeanour, despite having had five shots already.

“Uh... yeah.” He grabbed nine shot glasses.

“You’re scaring him.” I snickered.

“Here.” Three shots were in front of me, three in front of Katie, and three in front of Iris.

“Fuck I’m so excited.” Iris clapped, downing one shot, then another straight after, then the third.

“Dude! Savour it!” I wheezed.

“Fuck that. Do your shots and get up there.” She placed a shot in my hand.

“Oh my god fine.” I laughed, downing all of my shots quickly.

“Alright, fine then.” Katie downed hers as well.

“This is a horrible idea.” I groaned.

“Fuck you, karaoke time.” Iris practically shoved me to the machine.

“Okokok, fine fine.” I looked at the screen.

“Hey, someone’s gonna sing!” Somebody shouted.

“Y’all got any alternative bops?” I joked quietly to myself.

Strangely enough, they had none. Shocker.

I chose one that seemed decent enough and began singing.

People clapped along with the beat as I went, clearly getting into the small concert I seemed to be putting on.

“Do another one!” A girl with green hair smiled at me.

She looked rather out of place in the crowd of plain looking men and dolled up women. And why shouldn’t they be dolled up? They’re here to get wasted and maybe even find a fling for the night.

“Encore!” Iris began chanting, her hands cupped around her mouth. It didn’t take long for others to pick up the chant.

I gave Iris my signature ‘I-will-kill-you-after-this’ smile, and chose the first familiar song I saw.

Fucking. Wonderwall.

The guitar started and I immediately felt my hips swaying slightly. Clearly the alcohol was starting to do its thing.

Green-haired girl gave me a thumbs up. And I felt my lips twitch into a smile.

“Today is gonna be the day that they’re gonna throw it back to you,” I sang, remembering the times I’ve jammed out to this song with my friends, “by now, you should’ve somehow realised what you gotta do.”

“Get up there!” One of Green-haired girl’s friends pushed her towards the stage. She was blushing intensely as her obviously drunk friends pushed her towards me.

“I don’t believe that anybody feels the way I do, about you now.” I motioned for her to join me, the alcohol starting to hit me a little harder than I expected. No way would I have done that sober.

“Backbeat, the word is on the street that the fire in your heart is out,” she sang quietly, “I’m sure, you’ve heard it all before but you never really had a doubt. I don’t believe that anybody feels the way I do, about you now.”

And all the roads we have to walk are winding,” I smiled.

“And all the lights that lead us there are blinding,” she looked down, still blushing.

“There are many things that I would like to say to you,”

“But I don’t know how,”

We both inhaled deeply and began to scream the chorus.

“Because maybe, you’re gonna be the one that saves me,” we could barely contain our laughter, “and after all, you’re my wonderwall.”

We broke and both started laughing, unable to finish the song.

“Can we go outside for a second?” I asked the girl.

“Sure!”

We both stepped off the stage and walked to the door. Iris winked at me as we exited and I rolled my eyes.

“What’s your name?” I asked her, enjoying the cool air.

“I’m Amanda.”

“I’m Y/N.”

“I’m beginning to think you’re misunderstanding the situation.” A familiarly honeyed voice spoke.

“What the f- Hisoka?” I crossed my arms as he walked around the corner of the building.

“Hey.” He stared at Amanda, clearly pissed.

“Which one is the girl you talked about?” A black-haired man, the one who yelled at Hisoka before, walked to stand next to the jester.

I stood in front of Amanda protectively as I realised what he was thinking.

“You aren’t gonna lay a finger on her.” I snarled.

“It’s her, isn’t it?” The stranger laughed.

“Y/N? What’s going on?” Amanda asked.

“I... I’ll tell you later.” I reassured her.

“There won’t be a ‘later’ for her.” A monotonous voice caught my attention. I gasped and turned around, seeing Amanda on the ground, blood pooling from under her. Standing above the corpse of my newfound friend, was the man I had seen with Hisoka before.

“Shit.” I felt horrible, it was my fault she got caught up in this.

“Now, where were we?” Hisoka purred, running his hands over my curves.

[noladyme]

La Cuervo - Chapter 9

She is used to the biker-life, having grown into a woman in the familiar embrace of SAMCRO. A bad decision and a gun-shot later, she gets whisked off to Santo Padre, and put under the protection of another club. What is supposed to be a short stint in the Mayan headquarters just north of the border to Mexico, turns into something more; when la quervo begins to develop feelings for el angel - and he seems to return them in kind...

TW: violence, blood, drug use, alcohol, smut, fluff, angst

In the spirit of "The Crown Princess of Charming", this is a story about O.C. Nina and Angel Reyes. It is obviously non-canon, as characters who have passed on on Mayans M.C. are present in it, and others have been excluded completely. Nina is written as a cis-female, but I have tried to keep her race and looks as ambigous as possible. Should you find any of this story offensive, please let me know.

9.

Bishop leaned back in his seat, and took a drag of his cigar. “Go on…”. “What I’ve been paying Alvarez so far, I’m willing to pay you, for information on any woman who might have crossed to Mexico, who fits the description of Gael's killer”, Palo said. “Which is…?”, Angel asked. “Asthmatic prostitute", Sala declared with a hoarse laugh, and ran a finger up Daniella’s thigh. The blonde smiled flirtatiously at him, before shooting Angel and Nina a dirty look.

Nina began shifting on Angel’s lap. He responded by stroking soothing circles on her back. “Coco, Gilly and Angel are our border-runners", Bishop said. Palo looked towards Angel and Nina, and Nina almost felt it as a gush of ice wind to be under his gaze. His eyes were so similar to Gaels, it was difficult to remain calm. “Yeah, but we haven’t seen nothing “, Angel said. “Still, you might at some point”, Palo said. “We could make some business together if you do”. “What is it you want?”, Bishop said. “I want you to find the girl, and bring her to me, so I can do to her what she did to my cousin… after I spend some time paying her back for the pain and money she’s cost me trying to find her”.

Nina looked down at her drink and realized she hadn’t touched it. The talk of the Mayans tracking her down for Palo, so he could kill her, was getting to be more than she could handle. Topping that of, was the promise of whatever torture he had planned. She downed her drink quickly, and coughed a little, as the burning liquid made its way down her throat. Filip straightened in his seat. “This conversation is between your two clubs. Now if you don’t mind, the young lady here seems to be in need of a dance”. He looked at Angel. “Unless you have a problem with that”. Nina looked at Angel almost pleadingly. She needed to get away from the situation, but keeping up appearances meant that Angel needed to give his permission – though they both knew that if the situation had been different, and she wasn’t trying to blend in, this wouldn’t have made a difference to her. Angel gave her a quick kiss. “Can’t say no to the SAMCRO prez, can I…?”, he said. “Go on, mami”. Filip reached out his arm, and Nina took it; doing her best not to make it too obvious how much she needed to lean on him, as they walked away.

“How are you feeling, luv'?”, Filip asked, as he led her over towards the evening's designated dancing-area. “Do you need your inhaler? Where is it?”. “In the trailer… But no. It’s not that. I’m just… scared”, she admitted. “Everything is fine. The Vatos don’t suspect anything”, Filip said. She put her hands on his shoulders, and Filip put his hands on her waist; and they began moving together to the song that was playing.

“You look beautiful", he said. “Bullshit”, she said, her voice shaking. “You’re just trying to make me feel better”. “When have I ever lied about the way you look?”, Filip frowned. “Remember that pimple on your forehead?”. Nina let a smile find its way to her lips at the memory. “You called me The Creature from the Black Lagoon for a week”, she said. “It was humongous! Terrifying…”, Filip exclaimed. “But it’s true. You’re breathtaking tonight. Though, it might just be because you look happier than you have in years”. They swayed together for a long moment, before Nina replied. “I am… I think", she said. “And Mr. Sharp-as-a-marble over there did that?”, Filip grunted. She scowled at him “Sorry…I suppose he has a certain Neanderthalic charm to him, and seeing as you more or less grew up in a club, it makes sense for you to fall for a patch… I just thought we’d lose you to one of our own charters. You have first lady potential, my love. It’s not too late for us to get out of here. We could drop you off with SAMDINO”. “Packer?”, Nina gasped. She shuddered at the thought of the San Bernadino president. “That man eats nails for breakfast”. “So do you. And you wash it down with coffee blacker than the night”, Filip chuckled. “Yeah, well; that’s not happening”, Nina muttered.

They danced for a moment longer. Nina locked eyes with Angel, and he shot her a warm smile. Filip noticed them looking at each other, and chuckled to himself. “He’s… It feels right", Nina said quietly. “Jackie-boy would be happy for you”, he said. Nina looked at him, and swallowed thickly, to wet her throat. “And you? Are you happy for me?”, Nina asked. “I’m not as smart as he was”, Filip said, and gallantly made her twirl under his arm. Nina giggled at the motion, and when he pulled her back in, she threw her arms around his neck; hugging him close. “Thank you… For being my family. For taking care of me…”. “But… it’s time for you to make your own life”, Filip said, cutting her off. She winced at his words. “Don’t do that… It feels like you’re saying goodbye”, Nina said. “Aren’t I? You’ve got yourself a new family”, he replied. “You’re my family… SAMCRO is”. She felt tears beginning to form in her eyes. “And now these people are as well, it seems”, Filip replied. He moved a finger under her chin, and lifted her head to look into her eyes. “We will always be your family, Nina. And we will never make you chose; you got that?”. Nina nodded, and Filip placed a covert kiss on her temple.

The song was over, and Nina quickly dried her eyes. Coco came up to them from somewhere, his expression worried. “Yo, where’s that mouse-cabron?”, he asked Filip. “Ratboy? Haven’t seen him in a few”, Filip replied. “Why?”. Coco cursed below his breath. “I can’t find Letty. He was checking her out earlier”, he grunted. Nina shook her head. “Coco, I told him to keep away. You don’t have anything to worry about”. “Yeah? Then where the fuck are they?”.

They began searching the premises. Coco was fuming; almost shaking in rage. Going into the clubhouse, they found a couple of girls knocking on the door to the bathroom. “Come on. We have to pee!”, one of them cried out. “What’s going on in there?”, Nina asked. “One of those Charming guys went in there with a girl like 15 minutes ago”, the girl replied. Coco strode over, and pushed the girls away, before pounding the door. “Letty…? Leticia!”, he roared. The door was almost shaking from the force of his fist. “If this thing with VM doesn’t start a war; Rat’s dick might…”, Filip muttered to Nina. He walked over to Coco, and pushed him away. “Rat?”.

The door opened, and Quinn came out; zipping his jeans. “What man? I was in the middle of something”. Coco’s eyes widened in rage, before a strange brunette with an embarrassed grin came out behind Quinn; wiping her lips. “Fuck…”, Coco snarled. “Sorry, brother”, Filip said. “We’re looking for his kid. She might have slipped off with Rat”. Quinn nodded in direction of the door. “I saw them going towards the office building”. Coco almost ran out the door, bumping in to Angel as he passed. “Letty…”, Nina said to him, as he looked confusedly at her. Angel rolled his eyes, and followed Coco; Filip and Nina at his heels.

They ran across the yard, through the crowd, and made it to the office, just as Coco pulled his gun; and kicked in the door. “What the fuck?”, he yelled, as he stood in the doorway. Filip and Angel rushed over to stop him, but halted in their steps; and both laughed out loud. “What”, Nina asked, and ran over to see what was going on. She pushed her way past the men, and found Coco aiming his gun at Rat, who was blowing his nose in some tissue. He and Letty laid on their stomachs on the floor, watching The Notebook on her iPad. “Coco? What the fuck?”, Leticia said. “My bad. I thought you were… What the fuck are you doing?”, Coco asked. “What does it look like?”, Letty snarled. Angel patted Coco’s shoulder. “Put away the gun, man”, he said. Coco clenched his jaw, and groaned. “Letty, go home”, he said. Rat looked at him pleadingly. “Can we finish the movie first?” Filip chuckled, and shook his head. “Finish the movie, and then take this young lady home, Ratboy”, he said. “No hanky-panky”. Rat nodded, while Letty rolled her eyes.

They left Rat and Letty to it, and walked back towards the party. Filip led Coco in front of him, with a hand on his shoulder. Angel slipped an arm around Nina, and made them fall behind. “Come dance with me”, he said. Nina looked at him disbelievingly. “You dance?”, she chuckled. Angel smirked at her. “I do a lot of things you don’t know about yet”. He led her towards the dancing area, and wrapped both arms tightly around her, holding her close. Nina merged her fingers behind his neck, and let him lead her to the rhythm of the music. Angel danced like he rode his bike; confident, and showing off just the right amount. He knew how to move, and was beyond needing to prove himself, but he was also a smug bastard. At one point, he decided to sweep a leg behind her, and dip her so far to the ground she could almost feel her hair brush the ground. She laughed at the move, and shivered in pleasure as Angel placed a soft kiss to her neck, when he lifted her up again. Nina felt comfortable and safe in his arms, and let herself swim away in his deep eyes.

“Have a nice chat with your brother?”, Angel asked. “Yeah… It was nice to not have to pretend not to know him for just a couple of minutes”, Nina sighed. “I get that”, he replied. “Did he say anything… interesting?”. Nina raised a brow at him. “Nosy…”, she grinned. Angel shrugged embarrassedly. “No, nothing interesting. Just relaying a job-offer”. “Yeah?”. “Yup. First lady of SAMDINO”. Angel’s eyes widened. “Fuck. That’s a good offer. Sure you don’t wanna take it?”. Nina laughed, and punched his shoulder. “You sick of me already, Mayan?”. “Not possible, cuervo”, Angel smiled, and dipped his head to meet her lips. She inhaled him as he kissed her; the mix of liquor, cologne, musk and pure Angel filling her nose and her entire being. He pulled back, and looked down at her; and without using his voice, it was as if he spoke the words she was beginning to think she felt herself.

Angel drew in a breath, and was about to speak, when he chuckled and shook his head. “What?”, Nina said. “We should split”, he said. “Why? Is something wrong?”, she asked. He placed his lips to her ear. “Nah, but the way you’re moving, ma’; my dick is hard as a rock”, he growled, and pressed his groin against her to prove his point. Nina giggled, and turned to press her lips to his again. “But I didn’t have any of the chorizo yet”, she breathed. “I’ll give you the fucking chorizo”, Angel said, and moved his hand down to squeeze her butt, sending shivers through her spine. “You’re disgusting”, she smirked. He raised a brow at her, and moved his hand covertly under the skirt of her dress; ghosting her folds. “Disgusting is making you wet, ma’”, he whispered. Dipping his finger behind the fabric of her panties, and just inside her, Angel smirked as Nina let out a soft moan.

They quickly caught up with Filip and Coco, who had calmed down by now. They were at the bar with Tig, Bishop and Palo. Nina did her best to ignore the Vato. “I’m taking my girl home”, Angel said. Filip nodded, and shook his hand. “Alright, brother”, he said, and turned to Nina. “It was lovely to meet you, sweetheart”. “Will you be sticking around?”, she asked. “We head out tomorrow”, Tig replied, and winked at her. We’ll say goodbye then, he way saying.

Angel gave Coco a hug, and Nina kissed his cheek; before they headed towards the trailer to get her things. While she rushed to pack up her belongings, Angel waited in the doorway; tilting his head to look up her skirt every time she bent over. Nina couldn’t help but smile at his wanton glares, but frowned when she turned towards the table. The gun was there, but the inhaler was gone. “What’s wrong?”, Angel asked. “My inhaler… It’s gone”, she replied. He shrugged. “You probably already packed it”, he said. “No… It was right here”. Angel crouched down to check under the table. “You sure? Maybe you lost it when you were getting stuff ready for tonight”, he said. He got up to stand, and took her hand. “Are you ok? Do you need it right now?”. “No, but… Angel, I left it right here!”. Angel frowned, and something unreadable ghosted his face. “I’ll take you to get a new one tomorrow, yeah?”. Nina sighed, and nodded. “Yeah… ok”. She put her gun in her bag and grabbed her helmet. “Let’s go”.

Once back outside, Angel nodded at Bishop, Palo and Filip, who were standing on the porch. Bishop waved at them, and they went to get on Angel’s bike. Soon after, they were driving off the lot. Nina felt a wave of relief wash over her, once they were out of eyesight of the yard.

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The vibrations of the bike didn’t do anything to calm the building tingling sensation in Nina’s lower belly; at the anticipation of what awaited her. She tightened her grasp on Angel’s waist, and did her best to avoid moving her hands down to his crotch, so that she wouldn’t distract his driving.

They hardly made it inside the house, before Angel had pulled her bag off her back, and thrown it on the floor. He attacked her lips while his hands roamed her body. His fingers travelled up under her skirt, and found their way down her panties; tracing her lower lips for a second, before his middle and ring finger plunged in to her. Nina threw her arms around his neck, and gasped. “Oh… shit… Oh my god…”, she panted, as he scissored them against her front wall. The heel of his hand rubbed deliciously against her clit, and she was finding it hard to stand. “I got you…”, Angel breathed. Nina could only moan in reply, and moved her hips to ride his fingers. “You like this? You want me to make you come like this, mami?”. “Fuck… yes”, Nina pleaded; her feet slipping on the floor. The sounds of Angel’s fingers working on her were obscene, with the slick noises of her wetness against his hand. His other arm went around her back, and held her in place. “Then fucking come for me. Come on my hand”. Her legs were already shaking, and when Angel made an especially hard thrust of his fingers, they gave in; and all that kept her horizontal was her arms around neck. She cried out as her climax hit her, and heat spread through her body. She would have fallen backwards if it wasn’t for Angel’s hold on her.

He lowered her to the floor, and quickly shed his cut and top. With shaking hands, Nina pulled off her panties, and threw them in a corner somewhere. Angel got down on the floor, and crawled over her; kissing her with a passion. She pushed at his shoulders, making him lay down on his back, and straddled his legs; yanking at his jeans, while he laughingly tried to open his belt. “There’s my greedy girl…”, he grinned. She finally managed to get his pants and boxers pulled down; and gasped in pleasure as his erection sprung free. Scooting forwards, and lifting herself, she then grabbed a hold of him, and held him to her opening; sinking down while she let out a mewl at the delicious stretch. “Fuck…”, she whimpered, and began moving on top of him.

As Angel grabbed her hips to guide her movements, Nina unzipped her dress behind her, and pulled it over her head. She then unhooked her bra, and threw it behind her; knocking over a half-drunken beer on the table. Angel was holding on to her so hard that she was sure to have bruises on her hips. She was grinding against him, desperately trying to reach her high again. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this”, Angel groaned, and moved his hands to her breasts; kneading them, and pulling at her nipples. The sting was equal parts pleasurable and painful, and Nina threw her head back in extasy. He was so deep inside her – filling her so perfectly – that she felt like they were growing in to one being. Leaning her hands on Angel’s chest for leverage, she began moving up and down in stead of grinding. Every time her butt hit his thighs, and his dick bottomed out in her, she let out a gasping whimper. “You feel so good…”, she panted. “Don’t stop, mami. Keep moving like that”, Angel demanded. She clenched her muscles around him, and his expression became almost animal, as he let out a growl. “Fuck me!”.

Nina grabbed his lower arms, and he held on to hers, so she could use him as leverage while she leaned back. She managed to get into a position where Angel was hitting her g-spot at every thrust of her hips; and she sped up her movements, beginning to feel another climax nearing. “Angel!”, she cried out, as she came for the second time; her body shaking and heart feeling like it was trying to pound its way out of her chest. Angel sat up, and wrapped his arms around her; putting his hands on her shoulders to keep her pinned to his cock. She kept moving, dragging out her pleasure; and felt his abs tense up against her belly, letting her know he was close as well. “I’m gonna cum”, he announced. “Don’t stop!”. Nina was almost crying from the intense waves of the orgasm still washing through her. Angel cried out, and spilled himself inside her. She felt her body calm down, and began relaxing against him. Angel buried his face in the crook of her neck, and laughed. “Fuck, Nina…”. He looked up at her, and released his arms from around her. Cupping her face, he kissed her deeply. “That was…”. “Yeah…”, Nina smiled.

Panting in each other’s arms for a while longer, Angel finally put his hands on Nina’s butt, to gently lift her off him. She whined in disappointment at the loss of their connection, when he made her get off his lap. “Come on, ma'. Move your ass. I need to get something to eat", Angel chuckled, and patted her butt-cheek playfully as she moved to sit on the floor. Nina grinned at his words, and spread her legs, to invite him in. “Well, if you want…”, she said. Angel laughed, and leaned over to kiss her softly, before getting off the floor, and pulling his pants up, without closing them. “Real nourishment, querida”, he said, and walked into the kitchen to search the fridge for something edible.

Nina huffed in annoyance, and got to her feet; grabbing her dress, and beginning to pull it over her head to cover herself up. Angel appeared in the doorway, and gave her a displeased once-over. “What are you doing? Who said I was done with you?”. Nina’s eyes snapped up at him, and she nearby felt her knees buckle from the sheer machismo of his stance. His jeans hung from his hips, giving her just enough of a view of his pubic-bone, to make her shiver in lust, and his gaze was proud. She dropped the dress and stepped towards him, and Angel put his free hand on her hip, as he put a carton of juice to his mouth. A droplet escaped his lips, and she got on her toes and licked it from the corner of his mouth. Angel set down the juice on the counter, and snatched a packet of cereal from a shelf, before smacking Nina's butt to make her turn around again.

His juices were beginning to run down her leg, which was really the only sign that he’d already come tonight; as, when he walked behind Nina, his penis poked her in the back. He was still hard, horny, and – as he’d said – not done with her. Once in the bedroom, Angel threw an arm around Nina, holding the packet of cereal against her belly. His other hand went to her throat; forcing her back against his chest. She turned her head, and managed to draw a kiss from him, before he pushed her down on the bed; landing on her chest. Angel grabbed a pillow, and made her lift her hips, so he could place it under her; lifting her backside for him. She lay there with bated breath, and anticipating his entering her at any moment; but time dragged out, and she was beginning to wonder what he was waiting for.

Suddenly, she heard a crunching noise. “What are you doing?”, she asked. “Don’t move”, Angel replied. She felt his fingertips making small dips on each of her butt-cheeks, then up her spine. She began to turn her head. “What…?”. Angel took a firm hold of her head, and turned it forwards again. “I said; don’t move”, he growled. Something fell off her butt, and landed on the bed. “Look what you did…”. Then she realized what he had been doing. “Is that cereal?”, she chuckled. Angel replaced the little oat-ring on her cheek. “Said I was hungry”, he said. She could hear the smile in his voice.

Placing the packet on the floor, Angel placed his lips on first her left cheek – kissing it, and sucking the cereal into his mouth. He did the same thing on her other cheek, and Nina found it hard to lay still from the feel of his lips on her body. Angel travelled up her spine, kissing her skin, and sucking the cereal trail into his mouth. She felt goosebumps forming in the wake of Angel’s lips, and her tunnel clenched around nothing; wanting him inside her so bad. He made sure not to put his weight on her. All she felt of him where his lips and tongue; though his body radiated heat which contrasted delightfully with the coolness of the wet spots he left in his wake up her back.

Finally reaching the last piece of cereal at the nape up her neck, Angel left a lingering kiss, and licked his way down to the spot bellow her ear. Here he suckled for a millisecond, before plunging his cock inside her; and laying down on top of her, pressing her into the mattress. Nina cried out at the sensation of being full again. Angel began a brutal pace, slamming in to her hard with every thrust. She was being squeezed under his weight, and loved every second of it. A stray tear left her eye. “You good, mami?”, Angel panted. “Harder!”, Nina demanded. Angel laughed, and fucked in to her with even more vigor.

Nina felt her scalp sting, as Angel grabbed a hold of her hair, and made her turn her head, so he could kiss her. The sounds of her gasps and moans mixed with Angel’s groaning, and his hips hitting her backside continuously. She felt her climax approaching, and Angel wrapped his hand around her throat again, carefully squeezing it. She felt dominated and used, and at the same time safe and cared for beyond belief. Her tears of pleasure mixed with tears of joy, as she exploded into an orgasm. “Oh… god!”, she almost screamed, her voice ragged. Angel let go of her throat, and used her clenching tunnel to reach his own high. Making a ragged groan, he finally climaxed, and came inside her.

He kissed the nape of her neck, and pulled out; collapsing next to her on the bed. Too overwhelmed to move, and still shaking from her orgasm, Nina couldn’t turn around, and simply whimpered. Angel smiled softly, and pulled her into his arms, letting her settle against his chest. He grabbed the packet of cereal, and picked an oat-ring out; before holding it to Nina’s lips, and letting her eat it. “Thank you…”, she smiled. “Right back at you. Do you wanna go clean up?”. “No…”, Nina yawned. “But I have to. UTI’s are not sexy”. Angel kissed her temple. “Go…”, he said, and helped her sit up. She crawled off the bed, and went into the bathroom.

She found Angel on his phone, when she reentered the bedroom. He looked serious as he spoke. “Did they say they’d be back…? What lead…? Yeah, ok… Nah, we’ll be there before reaper heads out again… Yeah, see you then”. He hung up, and looked at Nina. “Vatos Malditos just rode out”. Nina crawled under the sheets, and curled up next to him. “Is something wrong?”, she asked. Angel frowned slightly. “Sala told Taza they had a lead on Gael’s killer…”, he muttered. “This is good. It means they don’t suspect you”. Nina sighed. “Yeah… maybe”. Angel pulled her into his arms, and pressed his lips to hers. “You’re good, cuervo. You’re safe”.

She nodded; not sure if she agreed.

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Angel was still asleep when Nina woke in the morning. He had a blissful expression on his face, and she didn’t have the heart to wake him; but her bladder was craving her attention, so carefully she slipped out of his embrace to go pee. Catching her reflection in the mirror, she saw that the two hickeys on her neck were almost gone. It was strangely sad, and she almost wanted to ask Angel to make another one.

Grabbing one of his t-shirts from the bedroom, and putting it on; Nina moved into the living room to look around. The quietness of the morning was almost deafening, but not uncomfortable. Angel’s house was strangely homey, in spite of its macho clutter and the bike-parts on the worktable by the door. She slipped into the kitchen to check for coffee, but came up short. He had a coffeemaker, but no beans. If Angel planned on having her around, that would not fly in the future. She found a can of coke in the fridge, and decided it would have to do as a caffeine-shot for now; before walking back into the living room, sipping her beverage.

There was a picture on a small table by the couch, and Nina sat down; picking it up to look at it. A kind looking woman was holding a baby in her arms and laughing at the camera, while a little boy with dark, expressive eyes had his arms around her neck, and was grinning at the baby. “My mom…”, Angel said. He was standing in the doorway, wearing only a pair of black boxer-briefs, and rubbing his eyes. Nina quickly put down the picture, feeling like she’d been caught touching something sacred. “Sorry”, she muttered. He walked over and picked up the picture. “It’s ok…”, he said, smiling a little at the frame, before setting it down again. He joined her on the couch, and pulled her legs over his thighs, before leaning in for a soft kiss. “She died”. “I’m sorry”. “Me too”, he replied. “It was a hit…”. Nina swallowed thickly. “Because of the club?”, she asked. “Nah… Some other shit. Much older”. She took his hand, and brushed her lips over his knuckles. They were still bruised after his cagefight the night before. “Do you wanna talk about it?”, she asked. He looked at her again, and smiled sadly. “Yeah… Some day. Not now”. Nina knew how that was, and simply nodded.

He grabbed her waist and pulled her fully onto his lap, so that she sat sideways on it. “You’re saying goodbye to your family today…”, he said. His words stung in her heart, but she decided to take the fact with a raised head. “Not all of it. You’ve all taken me in as well”, she said. Angel kissed her shoulder. “Just don’t call me your brother. That’s weird”. Nina grinned at him, and tugged at his beard. “Nah… Papi works…”.

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[forthemorefortunate]

Live Like Animals

Nessian Modern AU

Merry Chris-  er, happy New Year to my secret snowflake!  @ncssian 💕😅

I hope you like the fic! I’ll be honest, when I filled out the application for the secret snowflake, I said I could make a fic believing that it was very unlikely somebody would ask for one 🥴🤔 But lemme say, I LOVED writing this, which is definitely something I didn’t expect. More than that, I’ve never been much of a Nesta or Nessian fan, but actually thinking through their characters and interactions for this fic gave me a whole new perspective on and appreciation for them (even if I’m not the best at writing their characters, aha), so thank you!

A few quick things about the fic:

(Ik I already told you this, but for anybody else reading this aha) This is my first fic! So please take it easy on me 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

Okay so this part is kind of weird, but there’s kind of a corresponding playlist 😅 Each part is named after a song. You can play the songs while reading or not, I know for me personally (*cough* my ADHD ass) it’s hard to listen to music and read at the same time. The title is also the name of a song! Except that one is more random, haha (I couldn’t think of a title, so I shuffled my entire library and chose the first song as the title, and it kinda worked so I went with it)

One more quick thing – thanks to @moussescientist @ko0mbayamylord @blxckbeak @chanberry @mikitheswiftie @potatoburp @dead-on-the-inside666 @queenoffortunes and two anons for answering a question, and a HUGE thanks to Skye, @oneoutofamillionbooklovers for all your help and for roleplaying the parts I got stuck on with me ❤️

Part 1: Distant Early Warning (Rush)

Nesta pulled the dress over her head, letting it slide into place over her body. Screw this, she thought for the millionth time, yet she continued to get herself ready, turning to glance at her reflection when she was finished. She raised an eyebrow and nodded slightly at the woman looking back through the mirror. The woman Nesta spied had on a satin slip dress, darkest blue. She wore no jewelry save for the small silver studs in her ears, and her hair was pulled into a neat-yet-simple updo.

Why Nesta even agreed to go to this party she didn’t know. There was nothing different about it, just another college booze fest. The music would be too loud, the air too heavy, the guys too grabby, and the company too... clubby. Feyre insisted that she would fit right into her friend group – her clique – but Nesta wasn’t sure she wanted that. She padded over to the door of her apartment. No, Nesta was quite certain that “fitting in” with Feyre’s newfound friends was something she didn’t care for at all.

Nesta’s phone buzzed on her kitchen counter as she slipped on a pair of black heels, and she picked up to Feyre’s forcibly perky voice. “Hey! We just pulled up, you coming?”

“No.” Response blunt, tone dry. The line was silent for a long moment, and Nesta held in a sigh. “Did I give you the impression that I was interested in coming?”

“Nesta, I’m not in the mood for fucking around,” Feyre said, perkiness mysteriously faded now. “It’s just one party! I promise you’ll have fun.” Bullshit.

“Since when have I ever-”

“And everyone else really wants you to come, too!” Feyre cut her off, “Rhys is excited to meet you!”

Rhys. Feyre’s boyfriend. Nesta groaned inwardly, truly dreading any interaction with the rugby star. Feyre had immediately caught the eye of the local heartthrob, and the two began a serious relationship shortly after meeting. And with one came the others. In high school they would have been labeled “popular.” They were quite possibly the closest group of friends at the college, almost all of them having known each other since childhood. And Feyre had slipped right in among them. Nesta had warned Feyre against making the tight pack of fourth-years her main group of friends, and she had her own opinions about a freshman dating a senior, but Feyre didn’t make a habit of following Nesta’s advice. Rather, she seemed to think she could give Nesta – a third-year – much more valuable guidance. Domineering bitch.

“I don’t give a shit about your friends, Feyre. I’m only coming because of our deal,” Nesta said. Feyre had been pestering her all semester, spewing crap about how Nesta and Feyre should spend more time together. Nesta should get out more. Nesta should tag along with Feyre’s friend group. Nesta should have some fun. 

More bullshit. 

As second semester began, Feyre had proposed a deal: Nesta would go to one party with Feyre and her buddies, and if she honestly didn’t enjoy it, Feyre would stop asking her to join them. 

“I’m on my way. Let’s just get it over with,” Nesta grumbled, and with that, she hung up the phone and opened the apartment door.

Part 2: Can You Afford to Be An Individual? (Nothing but Thieves

Nesta looked around the group of fourth-years–plus Feyre–arranged in front of her. Introductions were unnecessary; you couldn’t attend this school without knowing who they were. Her eyes fell first upon Rhys, his arm around Feyre’s waist. His chin lifted slightly as she made eye contact. Rhys: double major in history and foreign policy. President of the astrology club. Captain of the rugby team, possibly one of the best players the school had ever seen. He was the group leader, though nobody said it aloud. Nesta knew him well. Perhaps she only knew his type well, or her own perception of his type, but that didn’t keep her from holding his gaze a few moments longer than would be comfortable. Then she turned her scrutiny on his sidekicks, so she called them, Cassian and Azriel. The former wore jeans and a baggy black jacket over his rugby uniform in the school colors: black and red. The latter wore black pants with a dark blue button-down shirt untucked.

Cassian smirked as her eyes met his. “Glad you decided to make an appearance,” he drawled. She narrowed her eyes at him, and his smile widened in response. Cocky bastard. Azriel, double majoring in political science and criminology, simply nodded at her in greeting.

After the sidekicks came Rhys’s cousin Mor, an architecture major with a minor in design. She was entirely too peppy in a way that left Nesta exhausted, but Nesta wouldn’t give her satisfaction by scoffing at her cocked hip and half-grin, ostensibly projecting confidence. She held Mor’s stare, matching her asserted confidence with a cool security in her own assets. The half-smile twisted, just slightly, and Nesta moved on to the short girl farthest to the right: Amren.

Amren scared people. As in, people were genuinely freaked out by her. Aside from a few cultish tendencies, her occasional propensity for violence and/or verbal outbursts, and her sharp expression, though, Nesta couldn’t tell why. Amren majored in gemology and minored in linguistics, and was the only one in the group other than Feyre to have not known the others since they were little. In fact, she was studying here from abroad, though nobody actually knew where she was from. Unlike Mor, Amren presented a confidence that Nesta could believe in and respect. Nesta maintained her chilled posture, but let the bite in her expression retreat.

As for Feyre’s introducing Nesta, that was unnecessary as well. They all knew her; most upperclassmen did. Or rather they knew of her, by the name of heinous bitch. If she were being honest with herself, she didn’t mind the nickname.

“Okay,” Feyre started, her voice expectant as she tilted her chin to look at Rhys’s face, “Let’s head in?” Feyre, Rhys, and Nesta had met up with the rest of the group in the parking lot before they entered the party. Fashionably late, Feyre had told her on the drive in Rhys’s tesla. Rhys taught me that the key to maintaining his public image is in making grand entrances. God, Nesta wanted to laugh at Rhys’s influence over her.

As they entered the building holding the party Nesta immediately stiffened, and had to close her eyes for a moment against the harsh blue and purple lights cast by PAR cans. All senses at once were smacked by the presence of weed. The floor was vibrating, and speakers blasted near-deafening music so that all Nesta could really hear was thunder. Jesus Christ, I hate parties, she thought. A mass of sweaty bodies shifted and bounced through the too-heavy air ahead of her, some only silhouettes in the murky haze, through which Nesta saw red solo cups littering every possible surface. Suddenly she noticed Feyre standing next to her, fidgeting with her clutch and looking over expectantly. Nesta shot her a withering look that said, “This is not what we agreed to.” Feyre had the nerve to look guilty.

“Okay before you say anything,” Feyre began, “I know that look, and... I know this is a bit bigger than we talked about-”

“A bit?! This is a rager, Feyre. Do I look like I rage?”

“Okay no, but I promise Rhys and I have a plan.” Oh my God.

Nesta gave her another glare and plucked a cup off a nearby table. Sniffing it, she sighed and took a big swig. “Please, my dearest sister, do tell.”

“We’re going with a buddy system.”

Nesta coughed. “A buddy system – are you fucking kidding me?” She spied Rhys and his dickhead friends in the corner of her eye. “Wow, are arts and crafts before or after beer pong?”

Feyre rolled her eyes, calling a fresh wave of frustration to roll over Nesta. “Can you shut it with the attitude, Nesta? I already apologized for the crowd of people – it kind of got out of hand. Rhys told me before we left but I didn’t want to scare you out of coming.” She gave Nesta a pleading look.

“Tch, whatever. Who’s my buddy? I assume you’ll be with Rhys?”

Feyre beamed at her. “You’re paired up with Cassian!”

“Cassian.” Great. Alpha dickhead.

“Don’t be like that. He knows his way around these things and he’ll keep you from accidentally overdosing or blacking out.” 

“Who said that wasn’t my intention?” 

Feyre scrunched her face up. “Either way, you can’t deny that he’s bigger and taller than half the creepy guys here. He’ll keep unwanted attention away.” 

Nesta watched as Rhys, lead hulking rugby bro dickhead, caught sight of her sister and eyed her with what might have been lust or love – Nesta couldn’t decide. Cassian, approaching from Rhys’s side, cut Nesta a slow, purposeful look down and back up to her face. She felt an annoying tingle down her spine as the crowds parted for them. This was going to be a long night.

Part 3: Inhaler (Foals)

They had been at the party for less than ten minutes and Nesta already wanted to leave. Drink in hand, she aimlessly wandered around the outskirts of the crowd, hoping to find a place to sit farther from the lights that drowned out any rational thought that flashed through her brain. Cassian trailed a few steps behind.

“So, what do you do for fun?”

She twisted around to glare at him. “Why are you talking to me?”

Cassian puffed out a laugh and spread his arms wide, responding, “If you don’t recall, we’re kind of stuck together, darling.”

Right. Nesta rolled her eyes. “How could I forget?” Cassian left the question hanging, still following her, so she forged on. “I like to read. A concept that’s probably foreign to you.” She dodged a young couple parting from the fray to make out against the wall, and paused to reorient herself.

“You might be surprised.” Nesta groaned inwardly and arched a brow. “Oh I have no doubt.”

“None at all?”

“What. Are you on volume seven of Captain Underpants?”

“Volume eight, actually.”

Nesta stopped. She was pissed. Pissed at this party, pissed at Feyre for lying about how big it was, pissed that she was stuck with rugby bro sidekick, pissed that the purple lights suddenly seemed a lot brighter, the music a lot louder, her thoughts a lot fuzzier. “Look, Cassian. I only came here as a favor to my sister. We’re not friends.” He started to cut her off, but she continued, turning so that they fully faced each other, “You don’t have to stay, I can take care of myself.”

He leaned in close, the laughter in his tone suddenly gone. “Listen, princess. You’ve had two beers and you’re already tipsy. I get it, we’re not friends. But there are at least four guys looking at you like they want to take you against the nearest surface and I’m the only man within a thirty-foot radius that has any self-control. There’s no way I’m leaving.” He held her gaze firmly.

“So that’s it – I’m just supposed to trust you? My knight in shining armor, here to protect my virtue? That ship sailed a long time ago.” Fuck it. “I wouldn’t mind taking you for a ride though,” Nesta said, flashing a smirk at the end.

Cassian’s lips twisted into a half-grin, but she could see annoyance rising up in his eyes. “Nesta, you don’t wanna play with me.”

“Brute.” Nesta turned and started walking away again.

“Bitch.” He followed.

Nesta scoffed. “How original.”

“Not all of us are English Lit majors.” 

Somehow Nesta tripped on her own foot at that moment, staggering sideways into Cassian’s path. He lunged forward, arms going around her waist to hoist her upright. Her lip curled and she spit out, “And not all of us are rugby stars,” and shoved her way out of his arms.

“What does that have to do with anything?” Cassian asked, incredulous.

“Cassian, I’m sure there are plenty of girls here that would love your attention. But I’m not one of them.” She turned around to face him, walking backwards, and almost tripped again. “So go on and play with someone else. I don’t care. Just leave me alone.” With that, Nesta thrust herself into the fray, pushing her way through the mass of shouting people, making the crowd a barrier between herself and Cassian.

Part 4: Emergency (Nothing but Thieves)

After five minutes of random college students bumping into her from every direction, her head pounding and thoughts muddled, Nesta realized she didn’t know which direction the exit was in. Fuck. She was disoriented and exasperated, her frustration now showing in her usually unshakable expression. She couldn’t even tell which direction the light was coming from. How many beers had she drunk? Two? Three? She wasn’t usually a drinker, and it hit her then that she hadn’t eaten for hours before the party started. Stupid, she thought. This was why she didn’t do parties.

She was so distracted trying to figure out where the light source was, trying to get her bearings at least, that she didn’t catch sight of a brooding figure wending its way toward her until the man had a hold of her wrist and was pulling her to the side of the room, wherever that was. 

“Hey! Get the fuck off me!” Nesta shouted over the crowd, but couldn’t get a response from the man until they found one of the cinder block walls.

“What’s the matter, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice cruel as he tried to pull her closer. “We’re just having a bit of fun, that’s all.”

“Excuse me?” Nesta ripped free of his grasp, but he backed her into a corner. He had a drink in one hand. Not good.

“Hey, hey, no need to get worked up,” he drawled, “I saw the way you were looking at me.” Looking at him? Nesta thought. This was the first she’d seen of him.

Nesta tried to step to the side, but the man followed her, his senses keener than hers in her condition. He reached out for her arm again, and Nesta shouted this time. “Don’t touch me!”

He put his hand up as if in innocence. “Come now, I’ll make it fun for you. Just have a drink.” He brought the cup toward her face, his hand now reaching behind her head, which she snatched away.

“I swear to God, can’t you bastards understand that no means no?”

“You-”

“Get the fuck away from me, creep!” She aimed a kick at his groin, but he easily dodged it.

His mouth hardened into a line, and he growled, “Just take the damn drink, bitch!”

The man shoved her into the corner, her head hitting the wall. He brought his hand up to hold her back by her shoulders as he brought the cup up toward her lips and-

“Let me go or I promise you’ll regret it.” Last resort. 

He shot her a crooked grin and began to reply, but whatever response he had in mind was cut short.

A voice from behind him said, “And she never goes back on a promise, asshole.” The man was wrenched off her body by two strong hands, and pulled over to the side to give her an out, which she quickly took advantage of.

And there, dragging the man away from her, was Cassian.

The creep tried to play it cool. “Hey, Cassian, bro, what’s up, man?” he said mock-casually, “I caught your last game! great playing, dude!” His demeanor shifted completely as he turned on his bro mode.

Cassian’s jaw was set. He tightened his grip on the man’s shoulder, his stare withering. “You need to leave. Right now.”

Yet the man kept going with a smirk, “It’s all good bro, we can share.” 

That was a step too far.

Cassian grabbed the man’s shirt, pulling him close. “That’s the thing – I don’t share. I don’t play nice.” Cassian thrust his face forward so they were only a couple inches apart. “You said you caught my last game, right? So you know I don’t go down without a fight. Touch her again and you’ll regret it.” With that, he shoved the guy into a table, and turned to Nesta. “Come on, I’ll take you home.”

Part 5: Before We Drift Away (Nothing but Thieves)

Dizzy and shaken, Nesta let Cassian guide her through the crowd to the exit. Once they were outside in the cool night air, he pulled her aside, gaze dark.

“Did he hurt you?”

“No.”

“Did he force you to drink whatever was in that cup?”

“No.”

His eyes closed and relief flooded across his face. “Good. God, some people are fucked up. I don’t know what I would have done if he had drugged you, or taken you away, or...” He trailed off, leaving anything further than that unsaid. 

They were silent for a minute. Nesta looked up at him, a bit of worry still etched across his features. “Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why do you care so much?”

He looked over to her, something strange in his expression that Nesta couldn’t place. “I don’t know. You’re a human being, and your safety was left in my hands.” He paused and looked away. “If I’m being honest, when I saw that guy put his hands on you... I don’t know. Something flipped inside me.” At that moment he looked down to her bare shoulders, noticing that she was beginning to shiver. “You’re cold,” he said softly. “Here, take this.” He removed his jacket and draped it over her shoulders, even when she protested.

Nesta frowned as she gave in and pulled his jacket tightly around her, annoyed at the way her body betrayed her. “I don’t need protection. I’ve lived a long time without people to care about me.” She started walking toward the parking lot, and he followed.

“You shouldn’t have to live like that, Nesta. You’ve been pushing me away all night, but listen to me – don’t you understand? I’m not just talking to you because I’m bored. I don’t smile at you as a game, as if you’re some prize for me to win. Can’t you see by now that I’m doing literally everything I can just to stay by your side? Damn it, I asked Feyre to pair us together at the party.”

Nesta had stopped walking and was speechless for once.

Cassian stepped closer tentatively, as though she’d back away. He ran a finger over Nesta’s wrist and looked up to the sky. “Please, just don’t make me say anything else completely insane. I promise I’m not in the habit of sharing intense moments with perfect strangers.”

A rush of anger coursed through Nesta, and she shoved him back. “Don’t,” she said. “Don’t talk to me like that. Despite what you must think, I’m not an idiot. I’m not naive. I am well aware that this is all a favor to my sister. Stay with my lame, antisocial sister. It might be fun, right?” She paused, any restraint she had used earlier having completely abandoned her.

“That’s not what I think at all, Nes-”

“Fuck you, Cassian.” She shoved him again, more aggressively this time.

Cassian caught her wrists and pulled her closer. “Try that again.”

Nesta glared. “Bite me,” she spit out.

“Maybe I will.”

And as though drawn to her by some gravitational force, Cassian’s mouth came crashing down onto hers. He wrapped his arms around her waist, seeming to lift her off her feet. Nesta’s bare skin burned where Cassian touched her, and she pushed back against his touch to gain control. Everything, every thought was fading to nothing. Biting down on his lip drew out a low groan from Cassian, and Nesta broke free.

Cassian put his hands up as though to make a barrier between them, as though he wouldn’t be able to control himself without it. 

“So much for being the only man with self-control,” Nesta said. Cassian just shook his head, earning a light snort from Nesta. “I shut everyone out--even pretty jocks like you. Don’t take it personally. It’s just easier.”

Cassian smiled his easy smile, and he reached up to touch his lips with a thumb. “You think I’m pretty?”

Nesta scoffed. “The prettiest.”

He stood there for a moment, just smiling at her, before turning back toward the parking lot. “Okay, princess, allow me to introduce you to the pinnacle of after-party activities.”

Nesta raised a brow, and Cassian let out a bark of laughter.

“Get your mind out of the gutter. I’m talking about pancakes.”

She looked skeptical. “Pancakes?”

“Yes. And after the night you had, you deserve an entire plate of them.” Cassian reached out to her with his big, warm hand, and Nesta hesitated.

“Cassian-” She started warily.

“Hey – I’m not asking you to marry me, it’s just pancakes.”

Nesta waited a moment more, then took his hand. “Fine. But I’m not sharing the chocolate sauce.”

“I wouldn’t dare ask you to. Besides, you already know how I feel about sharing.”

Nesta smiled a bit. “Hey Cassian?

“Yes Nesta?”

“Thank you.”

“Anytime.”

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FLUFF

my mildly terrifying boyfriend I bring home for thanksgiving (modern!kylo)

bloody, feral, battle mode Kylo

new additions added 14 Nov:

Heavy Dirty Soul -  You’re the only person who can really help them relax and calm down when they’re upset or angry or consumed with something heavy from work

MULTI CHAPTER/SERIES

An Accidental Bond

supreme leader kylo ren accidentally discovers and connects with a new force user on board the Finalizer…right as she’s about to step into the shower

smut. language. implied/situational non-con and voyerism

An Accidental Bond (1/3)

An Accidental Bond (2/3)

Bejeweled

it was just a normal night for you at the Stargazer. That is until Commander Ren shows up and hires you for the night…

smut. language. a little degradation

Bejeweled (1/3)

Bejeweled (2/3)

Bejeweled (3/3)

Government Hooker

supreme leader kylo ren chose you out of the lineup to be the mother of his first-born child, which all sounds well and good. until you both feel the spark

possibly triggering themes (only the first part). smut. language.

Government Hooker (¼)

Government Hooker (2/4)

Government Hooker (¾)

Government Hooker (4/4)

Crowned by the devil

Kylo Ren needed an Empress. However, he wouldn’t content himself with little, he wanted the best woman in the galaxy. Therefore, he and his order designed an experiment for the candidates to prove their value. At first, they would fight to survive, those who managed to stay alive would have to conquer Ren.

Crowned by the devil (7/?)

Proof of Strength

language, sexual themes, lying, and a/b/o dynamics

Chapter 1: Whiff

Chapter 2: Overwhelming Scent

SMUT/NSFW

cocky. beautiful. bastard - forced orgasm, orgasm denial, sex work, tiny bit of size kink, verbal humiliation, an egregious amount of the Mandalorian language

Not a Scratch -  “This is Rey. I have Ben. We’re on our way back–need medics on ready!”

HEAT - mentions of masturbation, cockwarming

FERAL - edging, inappropriate use of the Force, swearing, brief mention of assault, blood

Little Doll - erotic/naked ballet. masturbation. non-con elements & actions. very, very slight hints/vibes/feels of human ownership (reader is very submissive and does everything kylo asks of her, almost as if he was her master/owner). teasing

Object penetration - oral (reader recieving), inappropriate use of a lightsaber, dirty talk, name calling, slight degradation, soft/rough Kylo

Softer, Softer part 2 - Kylo Ren whisks you away to a remote planet to be gentler with you, but he finds it much more difficult than initially planned. 

Good, Good, Good, Better - Mention and description of food, NSFW (Aphrodisiacs, mutual masturbation, hand-feeding, bathtub sex, rough sex, PIV, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, dirty talk) Medieval King!Kylo Ren x Reader 

His Siren’s Song -  Oral sex (female receiving), PIV sex, fingering, verbal debasement, rough sex, choking

Lightning -  Sub!Kylo, force fucking/force sex, orgasm control, orgasm denial, multiple orgasms, face-sitting, masturbation, helmet riding)

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THE READERS BEEN THIRSTING OVER KYLO (AND HE, HER) BUT SHE DOESN’T KNOW SHE CAN USE THE FORCE SO WHILE SHE’S GETTING HERSELF OFF, SHE IMAGINES WHAT SHE’S DO TO HIM BUT WHAT SHE DOESN’T KNOW IS THAT IT’S ACTUALLY HAPPENING TO HIM, ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE SHIP

Kylo jerking off hcs

vampire!kylo immediately climaxing as soon as he tastes your blood

Alpha!kylo’s first time smelling an omega in heat  

a sensual x rated massage with Kylo

22. “Show me your nipples. / 5. “Look at me. Now.”

new additions added 14 Nov:

biker!Kylo taking you on his bike

The Man Under the Mask -  (Cosplayer!AU)

These Wounds Which Need Not Heal - (Triplet!Vampire!AU)

The Witch -  (Knight Kylo x Witch Reader)  NSFW. Smut. Language. Violence. Gore. Murder. Mayhem. Burning at the Stake.

Outrun the Devil - ( Lawyer Kylo x Reader )  NSFW. Smut. Language. Blood. Gore. Murder. Beheadings. Supernatural Themes. Fluff. Romance.

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BAE x The Cat’s Whiskers / “PRIDE” voice drama track 1

Mob A: Ahh, that was sooo great! So this is the legendary CLUB paradox's live...!

Mob B: The music was good, but the phantom was amazing, wasn't it!? Aah~ it feels like I'm still in a dream!

Mob C: Hey, which one did you vote for?

Mob D: Honestly, I was so lost! Hey, let's come again next time!

Mob C: For sure! We're not heads if we miss this!

_

Yohei: Seriously! I can't accept this. What's so good about that nothing but loud bunch?

Saimon: A loss is a loss. We have to accept it with our mind and body.

Yohei: Hah. You don't even think so yourself.

Ryuu: Don't fight, Boss, Master!

Yohei: It ain't a fight!

Ryuu: Master~ your face’s scary!

Yohei: Shut up.

Ryuu: And Shiki, too! Don’t be sad and gloomy [1]!

Shiki: S-sorry...

Ryuu: Muu... no helping it. At times like this... that’s right! Calisthenics, Shiki!

Shiki: Eh!?

Ryuu: Let’s go~! 1, 2, 3, 4... Come now, Shiki, you have to twist it more!

Shiki: Ouch, ouch, ouch! I can’t do more than this, Ryuu-kun!

Ryuu: Hmm...~ That’s weird... Hmm... If this joint bent here, then...!

Shiki: Stop it, Ryuu-kun! That’s...!

(Shiki bends one of Ryuu’s joints.)

Shiki: Ahh!

Yohei: Oi, oi, don’t break Shiki!

Saimon: Ryuu, it’s not good to force Shiki. Stop it right there.

Ryuu: Eeh~!? Even though it’d feel good after this...!

(Someone knocks the door.)

Saimon: Who is it? Please come in.

(Door opens.)

Anne: Good day, Saimon-sensei! Tonight, too, you’re extremely cool! You were wonderful~

Saimon: Faulkner-kun! And Sugasano-kun, and Yeon-kun. You guys came.

Allen: Yes. Today, we came as B.A.E. Well... it’s something like a courtesy call...

Hajun: Inspecting enemy movements, you can say.

Yohei: Hah! You said it. And? How was our stage?

Hajun: Fufu. Behind the times, it was.

Yohei: Ha? Oi, say that once again.

Hajun: Sigh... don’t make me say it numerous times. I said that it was behind the times, you guys’ music.

Allen: Wha－Hajun!

Anne: You don’t say that when you come to greet someone.

Hajun: I’ll say it clearly, Saimon-sensei... no, Kotonoha and God summer-san. I heard that Quadra-X [2] was a team that even got invited by an overseas fest, but... that was just a story of the past, after all, huh. How unfortunate.

Yohei: Bastard...! Just ‘cause I let a brat like you talk...

Saimon: Yohei. Indeed, that was in the past. In reality, Quadra-X has broken up, after all. However, now that we’ve reunited, there’s also Ryuu and Shiki. Our will and style towards music haven’t changed, but please understand that we’re already a different team.

Ryuu: Yeah, yeah! After all, there’s Sparkly Ryuu-kun and Gloomy Shiki now!

Shiki: I’m... gloomy...?

Yohei: And? Dissin’ us being stale, what about you guys? Just jumping at trends and thinking of yourselves as cutting-edge... ain’t that just child’s play?

Allen: Huh!? What’s with that!?

Anne: Wh－ Allen, not you too! Stop it.

Yohei: Hah! Not even having your own figure and style... there’s no meaning in doing rootless hip hop. Well-bred young masters and ladies should just sing ballads and get spoiled by others.

Allen: You said ‘style’, but isn’t saying ‘fuck off’ to bothersome stuff like customs, standards, and common sense’s what hip hop is!? We’re just spinning the sound we think is cool. The vibes that exists here and now... if you can express it, no matter how it is, we don’t care. We’ll just swallow it, drain it, and make it our sound!

Hajun: You say good things sometimes too, don’t you, Allen. If you only adhere to your own style, losing sight of discourses [3] and fear change and evolution, that’s just fossil music. It’s better to put it in a museum, is it not?

Saimon: Good grief... this is pretty harsh. They’ve got us there, didn’t they, Yohei?

Yohei: Tch.

Anne: Jeez... Both Allen and Hajun is so immature.

Ryuu: Sniff, sniff, sniff!

Anne: Ah.

Ryuu: Hmm~? Mm~? Sniff, sniff.

Anne: Whー what!?

Shiki: R-Ryuu-kun! It’s impolite to suddenly smell people like that!

Ryuu: Sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff! You with long hair, and you with spiky red hair...

Allen: Wh-what?

Ryuu: You guys have the same smell.

Allen: Ahh, that’s Anne’s perfume. He always uses so much it’sー

Anne: Grr!

(Anne punches Allen.)

Allen: It hurts!!! Suddenly punching me like that...! I’m against violence!

Anne: It’s because you’re saying rude stuff.

Ryuu: Sniff, sniff... But, you with mushroom head...

Hajun: Hm? What is it?

Ryuu: You’re being left out, aren’t you.

Hajun: Ha?

Ryuu: Ahh, but it’s not like you’re being bullied or anything. The one who left you out... is yourself, after all.

Hajun: What are you sayingー

Ryuu: Sniffsniffsniffsniffsniff!

Hajun: Oof! Could you please get away from me? You’re a bit close...

Ryuu: Sniff, sniff, sniff... That’s weird... I can’t smell ‘true scent’ coming from you.

Hajun: True scent...?

Ryuu: That’s right. You’re always inside a transparent box... Ah! I see! You don’t want to show anyone anything but your ‘clean self’, do you!

Hajun: ...!

Ryuu: Aha! You’re like a mushroom stuffed in packaging! Ahahaha, ehehehe!

Shiki: Sorry!! Ryuu-kun’s a somewhat peculiar child, so...

Hajun: Ah, no...

Shiki: Come on, Ryuu-kun. Get away from him...!

Ryuu: I wonder why~? But, if you don’t come out of there yourself... one day, you’ll rot... and become an unneeded child.

Hajun: ...Stop screwing around...

Ryuu: Hmm?

Hajun: Stop screwing around!

Ryuu: Uwooah!?

Yohei: Bastard, what are you doing suddenly!?

Ryuu: Ou-ou-ouch, ouch, ouch...!

Shiki: Are you okay, Ryuu-kun...?

Hajun: You... take back your words just now. [4]

Shiki: Words...? What do you mean?

Hajun: Don’t play dumb!! You said it, didn’t you!? That I’m a... ugh...

Allen: Stop it, Hajun! What are youー

Hajun: Shut up!!!

Allen: Ha... jun...?

Hajun: Damn it!*

Anne: Hajun!

(Hajun walks out, smashes the door close.)

Allen: He’s...

Anne: Yeah... he was seriously angry just now, wasn’t he?

Saimon: I’m sorry. Even though you guys took the time to come, somehow it turned into something serious.

Anne: Saimon-sensei...

Saimon: Don’t worry about us, go and run after him quickly.

Anne: Yes. We’re going, Allen.

Allen: Yeah...

(Allen and Anne leaves.)

(Ryuu’s stomach growls.)

Ryuu: Aa~aah, Ryuu-kun’s hungry! Heey, let’s eat Raimen-tei’s char siu ramen without the noodles and go home!

Yohei: This one’s carefree, huh? Oi, Ryuu.

Ryuu: Huh?

Yohei: What did you say to him just then?

_

(Tinging sound of ice in a glass.)

Saimon: Sigh. “Behind the times”... we just received quite a severe preemptive punch, didn’t we.

Yohei: Shit... ‘cause of that, I can’t get drunk at all.

(Yohei pours more drink into his glass.)

Saimon: It’s better to stop there. Trap reactions get more intense if you drink heavily, after all.

Yohei: I know.

Saimon: Shiki... has started, hasn’t he.

Yohei: Yeah. I laid him on the bed at the second floor. Ryuu’s more or less looking after him, but... Honestly, I can’t stand seeing Shiki’s ‘that’.

Saimon: Trap reaction... I wonder, just what is it that Shiki’s fighting?

Yohei: That kinda thing... nobody would want to let anyone touch the wounds in the deepest part of themselves.

Saimon: Yeah... but...

Yohei: Even so, Shiki chose the path to do it [5] with us. It’s his own resolution.

Saimon: Yeah.

Yohei: All of us is like that. If we use our metals, one day we might lose everything and die. Even so, if we don’t do it, we’ll die. Haha, jeez, what unfortunate livin’ beings. [6]

_

Shiki: Ah, ah...!! Ahh!! I’m sorry, I’m sorry...!! Aah...!! AAAH...!!!

Ryuu: Shiki, today too you seem in max pain...~ ‘Til how many hours left will this continue?

Shiki: Ah... it’s my fault, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry...!!

(Shiki clutches Ryuu’s hand.)

Ryuu: O-o-ouch!! If you grip Ryuu-kun’s hand with such monstrous strength, it’ll fall off!!!

Shiki: Ah...! Ryuu-kun...?

Ryuu: Oh!! You noticed!

Shiki: Ah... I-I’m sorry... I, again... When I saw the nightmare... did you keep holding my hand?

Ryuu: Yeah~! If not, Shiki’ll scream out ‘waah, waah!’ after all~

Shiki: Sorry... I’m always troubling you, don’t I?

Ryuu: It’s okay, ‘cause it’s interesting!

Shiki: Huh? Interesting?

Ryuu: After all, no matter how much Ryuu-kun uses his medal, he’s never had trap reaction, right?

Shiki: You have special constitution, after all. Honestly, I’m a bit jealous...

Ryuu: It’s boring.

Shiki: Eh?

Ryuu: After all, Ryuu-kun’s the only one left out.

Shiki: Ah... that’s not...

Ryuu: Sometimes, Ryuu-kun thinks... not having a trap reaction definitely means I couldn’t build a connection with anyone.

Shiki: Ryuu-kun...

Ryuu: Ah! You still have a fever? You do, right!?

Shiki: Ah, yeah...

Ryuu: Then, here!

Shiki: Ah!! What is it!?

Ryuu: A live octopus! If you put it on your forehead, it’s cold and feels good, right!?

Shiki: W-woah... it felt like it moved just now...!?

Ryuu: Yeah, it’s still alive, after all.

Shiki: Alive...!? Gross, take it off me quickly...!! A-ah, it hurts!

Ryuu: That’s no good, no good! You have to put it on your forehead, or your fever won’t go down~! Even though I bought it for you...

Shiki: But...!! It smells fishy... and it’s slimy... it’s gross...!!

Ryuu: Do your best, Octopus!! Such out Shiki’s fever!! If you can’t do it, I’ll eat you~!! Oh, I’ll still eat you even if you could, though, ahahaha!!

Shiki: Uhh... sobs...

_

(Yohei plays “Faith” intro on the piano.)

Saimon: That song... in the past, Tsubaki used to play it there a lot, didn’t she?

Yohei: Yeah... for some reason, I wanted to play it in a while.

Saimon: What do you think of B.A.E?

Yohei: They’re cheeky brats.

Saimon: Haha. But when I see them, somehow I’m reminded of the past.

Yohei: Pft.

Saimon: Yohei, Tsubaki, and I... that time when we were young, fearless, and just rushed towards our ideal music.

Yohei: Well, that young lady’s a nice woman. 

(Yohei plays “Faith” intro again.)

Yohei: She’s kinda similar to Tsubaki-san, isn’t she? Their appearance’s entirely different, but like... the atmosphere, you know.

Saimon: That’s... true. But, Faulkner-kun’s not a woman, you know?

(Yohei stops playing the piano.)

Yohei: Eh...? He’s... a man?

Saimon: Fufu. Did I disappoint you?

Yohei: No way. As long as I have hip hop, it’s enough.

Saimon: Connecting people with music... do you think we can do that?

Yohei: We have no other choice, for that person who fell midway in chasing after her dream... [7] that’s the only atonement we, the people left behind, could ever do.

Saimon: Atonement... huh. I’m glad you’re here, Yohei.

Yohei: Huh?

Saimon: After I lost Tsubaki and ran to university, Yohei, you stayed in this shop and played the piano whilst waiting for me.

Yohei: It’s just that unlike you, I don’t have anywhere else to go to.

Saimon: Thank you, for doing music with me.

Yohei: W-what are you saying, after such a long time!? Disgusting!

Saimon: That’s my true feelings, though.

Yohei: Plus, there’s Ryuu and Shiki now. Quadra-X’s broke up already. The Cat’s Whiskers are us nowー

Ryuu: Hey, hey!!! Do we have a takoyaki maker!?

Yohei: Are you stupid? We’re a jazz bar! There’s no way we have that in hereー

Saimon: We do.

Yohei: We do!?

Ryuu: Yaaaaay!!! Well then, after Shiki’s fever go down and Boss and Master’s trap reaction ends, let’s have a takoyaki party!! Takoyaki party!!

Yohei: Pft. So bothersome.

Saimon: Haha.

Ryuu: Delicious takoyaki made together with everyone ♪ Run after it ‘till the ends of the takoyaki galaxy, with an aftertaste  ♪ Crunchy outside, and fluffy inside, and steam coming out of your mouth  ♪ Yeah, it’s done! ♪

Notes

[1] Jimejime also means damp and humid.

[2] クアドラエックス (kuadora ekkusu) - Quadra-X seems to be Yohei and Saimon (and probably also Tsubaki’s) unit in the past. I don’t know the stylization though, so I just go by what I think it is.

[3] Honestly not so sure what he meant, but probably it’s like not wanting to question tradition and stuff like that?

[4] Hajun’s always using the proper and formal ‘anata’, but here he uses the informal and pretty rude ‘omae’!!

[5] ‘Do it’, as in form a unit and perform with a phantometal.

[6] Inga na ikimon - as in living creatures with unfortunate fate/destiny.

[7] Yohei actually didn’t specify who (he just said ‘that person’ and ‘in the middle of dream’), but from the flow of the conversation, feels like it can’t be anyone else but Tsubaki...

*Thank you @spooderhearts22 for the input!